#oh fuck its 5am i love my life

[sweetieviktor]

"happy birthday", feat. prototype! viktor.

summary: it's your birthday today, why not enjoy it sleeping with your partner?

word count: 360.

content warning: established relationship, reader has longish hair (enough to twirl it). and fluff! :p (and it might be a bit ooc im sorry for it

author notes: this one is a little birthday gift for a mutual ( @zerun0 ) bcs today is her bday and i wanted to do something! im sorry if its tiny, i needed to write it quickly :(. but anyway, hope u like it!! :DD ((and again im writing til 5AM oh fuck

behind the windows, the faint sunlight peeked from in-between dark curtains, making the room a only bit brighter, but enough to disturb viktor's sleep. he rolled to the side, yawning and rubbing his eyes, trying to pry away from his slumber.

he looked to the ceiling, blinking continuously, pupils still adapting to the light that now bathed the room, reflecting and projecting itself upon your sleeping form. and, janna, what an angelic sight.

first, he was just admiring you, he didn't want to wake you up early this morning, it was your birthday, you should decide things today. but he couldn't help it, his hands quickly found their way to your messed up hair, adjusting to it's typical placement, so it wouldn't bother you. soon he was playing with the ends of your hair, twirling it around his finger, amazed with how it curled against the metal.

“vik?”, when he heard your voice, he stopped his movements. you looked at him with tired eyes and furrowed eyebrows, it was uncommon for days to be this bright in zaun.

he let go of the hairlock he was toying with, placing the same cold, metallic hand over your cheek, caressing it, observing how your body relaxed and searched for more of his affection, “didn't think you would wake up this early, love. but, since you are already up –”, he got closer to you, kissing the top of your head, “happy birthday, my darling,” throwing a lopsided smile at you, now, kissing the cheek he wasn't holding.

“oh, thanks vik,” you placed your hand over his, warming a bit its cold exterior, “but may i make a wish now?”, he eyed you with curiosity, tilting his head to the side, making some grey strands fall over. you reached for them, smothering back to its place with your free hand, “what about just five minutes more, hm?” you playfully smiled at him, adjusting the blanket over you both, while hearing viktor's laugh being suppressed by his hand.

“quit laughing! i want to sleep!”, you said jokingly, trying to act as serious as possible.

“sure, anything you want, love. the day is yours.”

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I have to wake up in five hours. I'm not remotely tired. I hate morning shifts.

Also I realized I want to get my eyebrow pierced.

[hauntedparadisebandana]

More Desmond hcs cause I love him so much.

Desmond is the type of person to sleep everywhere but where he's supposed to. The others can't figure out if it's because of the bleeding effect and his episodes or if he's genuinely sleeping in weird places. They had an idea to lock his room door at night, but they didn't want to treat him like an asylum patient. There's been a few instances where Shaun has walked into the kitchen and has found des sleeping on the counter or even inside the cabinets.

"Hmmm, I'm in a chamomile mood today," mumbles Shaun as he walks into the kitchen yawning.

He fills the kettle with water and puts it on the stove. He lazily leans against the counter and waits, trying not to fall asleep. Then, a muffled voice fills his ears.

"You making tea? I want some too, please."

Shaun's eyes shoot open like he's seen Jesus himself. He stands up straight and frantically looks around.

"Christ, I'm hearing voices... I should've done the evaluation." He runs a hand down his face, rethinking his life choices.

"Nope, no ghost. Just your good pal Desmond." At this, Shaun is confused. Where is his voice coming from? He then gets the bright idea to look inside the cabinets, the only place Desmond could hide. Crouching down his opens up a door, and lo and behold, desmond is in there.

"Why on earth are you in the cabinets desmond?" Shaun says with an exasperated sigh.

"I'm actually not sure, I just woke up in here. Ugh my back hurts."

"Well, yeah, you fell asleep crammed inside a cabinet."

"About that tea, though, I want some."

"Oh- uh yeah, sure, tea for you too." He closes the cabinet door, "Wait!" The door opens again, "what is it, Desmond?" "Can you add honey to mine, please? " "Yes, you can have honey."

The same goes for rebecca and Lucy. Rebecca remembers the last time she tried to go to bed peacefully, she didn't.

Rebecca yawns and turns over, eyes still closed. She's feels something is off, it's warmer than usual, way warmer, and her bed feels...heavier? She opens her eyes, coming face to face with Desmond. All snuggled up under her sheets, leg thrown over hers, staring like this was an everyday occurrence.

"Jiminy Christmas! Fuck Desmond! what the hell are you doing in my bed?!" Rebecca whisper yells.

"Your bed so warm, you mind if I sleep here? I think my heater is broken in my room."

Rebecca sighs out loud,

"Did you make sure it was plugged in? Cause you did that last time des."

Desmond thinks back to his heater. Now that he thinks about it, it probably wasn't plugged into the wall. But who cares? He's warm now.

"Probably not, but it's too late. I'm already lying down."

"Ughhhhhh, fine, you can stay. Just don't hog the blanket, and don't kick me."

"Ok ok I won't. Goodnight becca."

"Night des."

FYI, Rebecca got kicked at least 3 times that night.

Lucy has had her share of being scared shitless by Desmond, too, in her room as well.

Lucy sits up and stretches, just waking up. Checking her clock, she sees its 5am, no use in going back to sleep now.

"I could really start the grocery list today. The fridge is pretty empty -" she freezes, holding back a yell with her eyes wide as she stares straight into the corner at her hanging chair. Something tall, resembling a person is in it, its way to dark in her room to see.

She shudders, reaching for her bed side lamp she flicks it on in a hurry.

"Oh what the hell."

There sits Desmond, sitting inside Lucy's chair with a blanket draped over him, he even brought his own pillow. Yet he's so tall. He looks a bit uncomfortable.

She stands up and walks over to Desmond, patting his shoulder.

"Des wake up, you can sleep in my bed."

"Hmmmm?" He groans, not fully awake yet.

"You can sleep in my bed. You look uncomfortable over here."

"Hm, thanks," Desmond goes to stand, "Ugh, wait, headache."

"From the bleeds?" "No, stood up too fast."

Lucy grabs Desmond by the arm and leads him to the bed. "Sleep now, I know you barely get any as it is." She expects a rebuttal but is surprised when he is fast asleep again, and this time, he looks comfortable. She leaves him there, making her way into the living room where Rebecca and Shaun are watching whatever is good on TV.

"Shaun, Becca, we need to get this Desmond sleeping situation under control."

"Agreed"

"Agreed"

[castlebyersafterdark]

hiii i just wanted to come on here as a lesbian who is very pro spicy byler to maybe give a little personal experience and perspective to this convo. it’s also 5am for me rn so this might get too personal and also not make any sense sorry 😭😭

so at least for me, and not speaking for any other lesbian’s here cuz idk what their experience is, a big reason that i like spicy byler is Because i’m a lesbian and not attracted to men. in my own life i don’t think about men’s sexuality or have to consider men in a sexual way, so i can view sex between two men from a completely outside perspective - i don’t need feel inadequate about my own sexual experience because i don’t want to have any sexual experiences with men, there are no notes i need to take on technique, there’s nothing to feel insecure about never doing before and going “oh it would have been better if i had done that” or “that’s how it should have been? i’ve been doing it wrong this whole time? fuck.”. its almost like - because it has nothing to do with me and experiences i actually want to have in the future (at least technically, with anatomy and stuff, i definitely crave the emotional intimacy aspects) it’s just pure high fantasy. it can be hot and i can just enjoy it as hot because the characters find it hot. i think i also have a very deep attachment to these characters and their relationship that seeing them show their love in any way is very cathartic, whether that be sexually, where the release of catharsis is very much 1:1 mimicked by actually coming, or romantically, where tension is really built up and a simple, well written confession can be just as much of a release.

i do think that when i first started reading mlm smut i was definitely confused about what it meant for Me sexually. cuz it was like, ik i’m not sexually attracted to either of these men, i definitely don’t want to be in any sort of sexual situation with them, why do i find this so hot?? do i like men in general?? do i like male anatomy?? am i lying to myself??? but i’ve since realized it’s that its the emotional intimacy that i can relate to and enjoy from the character’s whereas the physical intimacy is something completely divorced from my reality, allowing me to enjoy it just as what it is without having to think too hard about my personal experience. there is no overthinking i have to do that gets in the way of my enjoyment. i can imagine for people who do have sexual experiences with men or are men that physical or sexual inaccuracy or just a general sense that this is an unrealistic physical feat or reaction can take you out of the moment and/or make you cringe - since i don’t have any experience with that, the only thing that takes me out of the moment is emotional and characterization inaccuracy. its the fact that i didn’t have to actually involve Myself (whether that be my own pleasure or how to go about pleasing a partner in a technical, physical sense) that allows me to enjoy it so much. there are zero personal implications that i have to take to heart thus allowing me to fully enjoy it without getting in my head about technicalities. its just - these people are finding pleasure in this, them experiencing pleasure is hot, what they’re experiencing must be hot. it feels very much like escapism for me. (i feel like i just said the same exact thing 10 times and still didn’t get the wording right lmao)

from what have gathered, its a very common formative experience for queer women to read and be turned on by male ships and the sexual experiences that are written about them - and ik friends irl that definitely relate to that as well. now, idk if this is the reason for all or a majority of enjoyment of this type of content, but i imagine this is not a completely unique experience in fandom for lesbians.

Thank you for sharing this!!!! Super super super interesting!!!! I kind of thought as much for some of your points but I've never seen it all spelled out quite like this. ❤️

[emo-gremlin]

Hey, you're cool! *hands you more MFN as memes/vines*

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Lenard: what's cooler than being cool?

Gordon: financial stability

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Lilianna: an octopus is just a wet spider

Ricky: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

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Lenard: SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA-

George: end on December 21, 2012. I bought all this fucking pasta as a way to celebrate the end of the world and now I'm $10,000 in debt, my taxi got towed and I have wet pasta everywhere in my house

Lenard: ...I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

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Ricky: swear words are illegal now, say one and you'll be fined

Handy: heck

Ricky: you're on thin fucking ice

Ricky: oh no

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Lenard: what if mayonnaise came in cans?

Lilianna: that would suck because you can't microwave metal...

Noir: *walking by drinking coffee* good morning to everyone except you people

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Noir: anyone wanna get into an argument with me?

Ricky: ok cream cheese isn't that good

Noir: I was kidding but you know what fuck you for real

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Unfriendly Lenard: I hate being high, why I hear footsteps?

Craig: are you walking?

Unfriendly Lenard: oh shit

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Junebug: vanilla soy latte is just 3 bean soup

Gordon: why must you do this at 5am

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George: a haiku for the bus drive who deliberately cut me off

George: *clears throat*

George: I swear to God bruh, let me catch you in the streets, bruh I swear to God

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Unfriendly Lilianna: I find the fact I will never experience a sword fight in my entire life terribly tragic

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Lenard: sorry, liberals, there's only 0 genders

Junebug: there's one gender ad we have to share

Craig: Gordon said its my turn on the gender

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Norman: I wanna jump off a building and not die. Just relieve stress by slamming into the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something

Ricky: Norman are you ok

Norman: no ❤️

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Norman: *screams into jar* everything is fine :)

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Gordon: I saw your last report card

Noir: *not even looking up from his phone* congrats you can see

Gordon: oh so you wanna be smart?

Noir: that's why I go to school

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Gordon: hey Junebug how are you today?

Junebug: I swallowed a golf ball!

Gordon: uh- are you ok?

Junebug: I can't poop! :D

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Ricky: hey Lillianna

Lillianna: can you get in the oven and clean it?

Ricky: bye Lillianna

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Junebug: if it weren't illegal I would eat cereal for every meal of the day

Gordon: I have some wonderful news for you

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Gordon: Noir asked everyone at dinner what color Norman's new shirt was. After we all said grey, he turned to him and said, "Now tell them what color you think it is." And Norman just quietly replied, "Dark white."

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Lilianna: Lasagna is just spaghetti flavored cake

Fritz: I will pay you money to never speak again

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George: fellas is it gay to fall in love with another man and spend your life with him

Gordon: that is the literal definition of gay

George: :0

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Gordon: *texting the puppets* At airport! Bye guys! Love ya to the moon and back, you're the best! Bust a nut!

Noir: I'm not sure Gordon knows what that means

Tax: I Physically cannot breathe

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Lilianna: God released me into the wild and now he's hunting me for sport

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Fritz: where can I order a pretty face

George: from your mirror

Tax: WHEN DID EVERYONE IN THIS HELL STUDIO BECOME SMOOTH AF

Lenard: 2023: the year the Neighborhood learned how to flirt

Norman: oh my

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Noir: 1 universe, 9 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you

Tax: THERE ARE 8 PLANETS YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

Noir: VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

Gordon: I'm pretty sure 'viva la Pluto fuck you' is the best sentence I've ever heard

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Craig, Fritz and UF Fritz belong to: @gayfraggle

[drippingmoon]

Fun Facts Tag

It's been some ten thousand years since I've done a tag game, so thanks a lot to @blind-the-winds!<33

A scent you love:

Japanese sake, apple and cinnamon scented candles. I got it only once for my birthday, and could never find some again afterwards. I remember staying up till 5am when I first opened them because the autumn scent was so heady, it was pure catmint to me. I also got so much writing done that night.

What's something you're looking forward to this week?

Nothing in particular! Oh, tomorrow I get to make and eat pizza, and that's great. Pretty sweet, neutral week, but I've turned mighty useless recently so I can't be productive in any way (turns out, people being kind will do that to me).

What's a book you're currently reading?

I usually pick up and finish any book within a day or two, sooo, none. Last one was Tomb of Ancients by Madeleine Roux, and it made me think of a friend a lot so it's pretty special to me.

What's a game you're currently playing?

Remnant II! Loved the first game, and the sequel took and made everything, graphics, combat, choices, so much better?? Absolute delight. I love that you can straight up see how you fuck a world over if, say, you decide to destroy the core of the ship and basically you can't revisit the world again because you've nuked it, and hey, it comes with great cinematics. Some of the storyline elements are also phenomenal. Looking forward to starting Baldur's Gate 3 after this one!

What's the most recent movie you've watched?

Season 2 of Good Omens. Look, I'm lazy with movies otherwise. Season 2, on the other hand, was such a comfort watch and I can't wait for the conclusion<3

Are you watching anything on TV or listening to any shows?

Just what's on the news. Gets pretty funny when everyone's threatening to step down from their position, but no, they won't, even though probably the entire country's waiting for it;')

Favourite season?

Autumn, hands down. Every major event in my life, good or bad, has happened to me in autumn. Nights get longer, ideas get better, the wind actually gains spirit and never leaves you alone again, and don't get me started on leaves! I love making little mosaics in the yard.

What's something you've learned recently?

There's a type of toothpaste that smells, looks and feels like gum ugh and I don't think it even does its job properly, but the texture especially💔💔 someone get it away from me already!

Have you had any water lately?

It's the only thing I usually drink. Tho, for some reason, I never feel the need to drink in summer as much as I should, even when I get dehydrated. Which is bad because I've had kidney stone issues before.

Open tag for anyone who wants to kill some time and share something about themselves:)

[milfygerard]

Not to tell you how to run your own blog but I loved the discussions full of nuance and would love to see them more often. But also on the other hand I know people who did that often enough that they ended up a target of hate too. Apologies for sending the super chaotic album analysis ask, I was running on fumes too, it was 5am and I hadn't gone to bed yet. The winter months come and I always have trouble waking up before the sun sets, and falling asleep before the sunrise.

Anyway I am not diagnosed with anything, never really could be with where I am, even more so as a woman (we don't even have ADHD meds, those with a diagnosis travel abroad just to buy them) but I have an inkling I might be ND because of many factors but mainly due to feeling like I'm an alien my entire life which no one seems to understand. I've thought about going abroad to get a diagnosis and then I read about what they were doing to ND people during covid and I went fuck that I'll stay wondering and alive. As for Taylor I think the biggest pointer for me was seeing her directing Me! and saying she needs to do less "dead face" or whatever she called it when looking at the footage. I went, oh I know that, it's the thing I also tell myself to do when surrounded by people. Later on I learned why that might be a thing I do lmaooo

the absolute dread i felt getting this anon notif like oh no...it begins

I appreciate the very valid concerns, ive seen how swifties can react to and treat blogs that post too much about subjects they don't like or see as valid. I also have mutuals ive seen get on the wrong end of swiftie harassment and it definitely seems overwhelming at the very least. I have a bit of luck/disguise on my end because ive kind of deduced that swifties seem to not care too much about me if they arent mutuals bc i am not technically a swiftie blog. She's definitely the special interest ive been talking about the most, but I don't post about her solely, I don't have her as my icon or in my url (girard <3) or mentioned anywhere that i'm a swift enjoyer except for me tagging her posts for mutuals who don't wanna see it. My actual posts that I write about her rarely get a Ton of notes and i make them pretty sparsely while also talking about and reblogging a ton of other random shit. I think this helps lessen the likeliness that I'll get someone who like...obsessively reads my blog to point out how stupid dumb and stupid my takes are and get attached to me in like a lolcow sense of trying to provoke me into arguing or entertaining them. If i do start getting some of that, I'll probably just turn off anon and asks for awhile and eventually theyll forget I exist or maybe even block me, imagine that <3

For the second part, I do encourage you to look into whatever neurodivergencies you think you may have even if a literal doctors diagnosis isnt a possibility! Part of the reason im pretty comfortable with tossing around words like autism is because I don't see professional diagnosis as a be all end all, nor do I think its bad to give yourself a "wrong" diagnosis while trying to understand yourself. Even if you don't end up identifying with autistm, I think being around autistic circles and learning about coping mechanisms and thought processes for other neurodivergencies can be so helpful for understanding yourself and your brain, and can bring really helpful. Like, I don't personally have DID or severe psychosis but talking to and reading write ups from mutuals has let me learn about them as like mundane mental health issues/NDs that anyone could have as well as issues i have had in the past with mild hallucinations or conceptions of personality. Most mental illnesses and NDs are treated very strangely and cruelly in general society and are considered aberrant or inherently bad or painful, but these are normal and often neutral (or positive! Which is often ignored or not considered) aspects of peoples lives.

If you are curious about self diagnosis, the most reliable and popular test online is the RAADS-R questionnaire which theres a great version of on embrace autism which i also definitely recommend scrolling through. They also have interesting articles, alternate tests and articles and tests for other neurodivergencies like OCD, which really opened my eyes to the likeliness that I've been suffering with undiagnosed OCD for pretty much my entire life. Theres also an autism forum if you want a broader spread of information and advice that might not be immediately accessible to you. I didnt touch on taylor much in this response (the dead face thing is extremely real, that and her talking about deciding to make the blood in anti hero purple glitter glue because she doesnt feel like a real normal human being in that directors on directors interview) but I do hope the other stuff is helpful and not too rambly <3 autism forever

[holistic-alcoholic]

WI Pride Prompt Party, day 15: Birthday

Rating: G Pairing: winteriron Tags/Warnings: established relationship, old married life, softness, the bots!

Tony wakes up at 5am, and his first thought is an annoyed oh come on.

He feels it without looking at the watch: the world’s too dark and quiet, and Bucky’s still asleep beside him, although he wakes up early, these days. Today, especially: he planned something sweet for the morning, no doubt, breakfast in bed, perhaps, to wake Tony with.

But no. The sleep runs away, and Tony’s brain is immediately alert and fresh — something that can’t be said for his body. His days of sleepless nights are over: it’s harder now to withhold their toll. He’s content with it, now, glad for it. Age suits him: there’s peace and comfort in it he had no hopes of ever achieving, and now it feels like heaven, like a fairytale come true.

But today — of all days! — his insomnia catches him unaware. It’s not a problem: he will live through the day just fine, but it is an annoyance. A welcome one, to be fair, a sign of a happy retirement: to be annoyed at minor inconvenience. He turns and lets his eyes rest, mind wandering, and his attention turns, as it’s prone to do, toward his husband.

It’s a joyful sight to wake to, even with insomnia, even with his brain so heavy. Bucky looks happy and at peace, his hair all over his face. Tony moves closer to him and is rewarded with an unconscious embrace. It is a marvel, how Bucky tends to follow him even in the sleep.

How lucky he is.

How far they’ve come. It is a miracle in its own way, the true magic of the world, to live through all they did and come out whole and happy. Together, always together.

Tony smiles and buries his face in Bucky’s chest. The contact is a familiar comfort, and the sense of stability and peace that embraces him at that is encompassing.

“Hmm,” the sleepy voice comes from above, “you’re not supposed to wake up yet.”

“Sorry. I can pretend to sleep if that would help?”

“Nah. Like you better this way.”

A hand goes into his hair, so tender.

“You like me in every way.”

“I do.”

The conviction in Bucky’s voice is exhilarating.

“So. Are you planning to feed me?”

“Hmm. At some point, yeah. Are you hungry already?”

Tony considers that.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to stop holding me.”

Bucky’s laugh is soft and happy.

“I think I can work around that.”

“Yeah?”

“I have a plan, yes. J? Tell the children it’s time.”

Tony has only a moment to lift his head in confusion when the door opens and here they come: all his bots in a row, beeping excitedly.

“How did you—”

“Hush, you, let them do it.”

DUM-E comes to the front and does a little dance. Tony thinks he’s going to cry, but that’s not even the end, for then he sees the tray with his breakfast held carefully by U and Butterfingers, with a card on it that has too much glitter which is now definitely in his food, and at that — fuck it — he wipes his eyes.

“Oh my god—”

Bucky kisses the questions from his lips.

“Happy birthday, love,” he says, and this is, Tony thinks, what happiness looks like.

[snarkythewoecrow]

update on my untitled super angsty hob/dream fic, well, i got more words written tonight, and they were super fucked up ones, sorry not sorry, but um, we are setting up some wonderful trauma and hurt to have lots of comfort for later, so that's a win, right? poor hob is going through it, there is non-con in this, non-penetrative rape, forced intimacy and handjob to be exact, which i'll be keeping focused on emotion, though some description of events will happen, so that's your head's up

anyway, this is around 6k now, and it's gonna need probably 3k more or so, probably 4k more, to finish

i wasn't gonna post a snippet but fuck it, it's almost 5am and way not

WARNING: The following snippet below cut contains some descriptions of NON-CONSENT/RAPE between Hob and an OC. It does mainly focuses on the emotions, but that does not make this any less of a warning. YOU ARE WARNED.

“Just--just calm down, okay? It’ll be alright, you’ll see,” Calvin said, lowering his face to rest his cheek against Hob’s stomach, then rubbing it around like a cat might to mark its territory. “It’ll take time, but you’ll see--I promise--you’ll see how good we can be. You’ll see, then we’ll have it all--we’ll have forever.”

The rushing sound echoed in his head as he tried to clear his thoughts, but they remained hard to connect--the details of the present mixed with the past, chopped and thrown in stew.

He needed to buy potatoes--grocery stores were better than the fields.

The sudden sensation of teeth sinking into his hip had his eyes snapping open. “Christ, what’d I tell ya about biting, love?”

It wasn’t Dream who responded, bringing reality crashing down on him again.

“Oh, um, can’t say I remember you mentioning it, poppet, but I do love how it makes you squirm--and you can’t deny the effect,” he said, as a warm hand, the wrong hand, curled around his dick, that regardless of his horror at what seemed to be unfolding, had decided to become aroused.

“Please, don’t.” He wasn’t beyond begging, if not for himself, than for Dream, who somehow try to blame himself, who deserved better than tainted goods. He was a king, after all.

Calvin shushed him, continuing what he started, seeming set on bringing Hob to orgasm, and as his mind and body warred, the drugs fully wearing off, he thought back on something he’d once penned in a journal on the nature of horror--how it wasn’t in the aftermath of violence or amongst the bodies that lay within the wildflowers of the battlefields.

No, in his long life, he’d learned that horror happened before the bodies fell or devastation happened.

Horror was knowing whatever bad thing was coming was going to reach you, and you weren’t going to be able to stop it--it was not being able to run and hide. Horror was being trapped and left to wait while whatever it was slowly approaching in full sight.

And right then, for Hob, with each pump of Calvin’s wrist, with each soft coo of praise, he felt horror breaking him in ways he’d never imagined it could before.

[sweetieviktor]

"it's the tradition", feat. viktor.

summary: it's christmas in runeterra and couples are sharing kisses under the mistletoe.

word count: 1.000. (yes! exactly 1k im happy with it :]

content warning: just fluff as always! :DD (written with s1 viktor in mind!!!

author notes: ITS 5AM AND IVE WRITTEN 2 FICS IN A DAY, maybe im going to die but fuck it we ball. love viktor and love xmas, i wish i could use sweaters but in brazil december is sooo hot but yeah, here it is a lil something for the holidays. hope u like it!! :)))

whenever some holiday approaches, piltover academy is adorned in it's colour by students. it's december and the halls are decorated with reds and greens all the way, bringing joy to those who look up and see the fairy lights blinking slowly to them. christmas is coming, and so is winter.

everyone is using their thickest coats, but there's still some people who are cold, even if they are holding hot drinks to warm up both their hands and their body, or if they are rubbing their arms, creating some friction that could maybe help it, or sharing kisses under the mistletoe meticulously placed on the tree near the entrance of the academy, which have all kind of things hanging on it. some letters addressed to santa, little brilliant baubles made in all type of materials you could think of, red bows and colorful lights, all made by it's students.

you wanted to spend your day like this, enjoying over your partner's warmth under the mistletoe. well, life isn't fair. he was already working and you needed to work too, but maybe you could bring him some sweet milk and cookies on your lunch break, right?

so once the clock hitted midday, you walked to the cafeteria, the same one you and viktor got out on your first date, and ordered enough cookies for both of you. the women on the other side of the counter packed them to you, putting the little bag on your right hand, while you carried the cup of sweet milk on the other. finally, you got out, hands full, hoping that you could bring him some of the christmas spirit when leaving those in the lab.

when you made it to the academy again, it was even more crowded than earlier, students going in and out, chatting and joking around, throwing snowballs at each other and playing in the snow. and again, the couples kissing under the mistletoe. and all you could think of was him. oh, how you missed his kisses. so you hurried up, the flashy holiday themed colors in the halls blending together in an indistinguishable blur.

once you reached his lab, you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for an answer. you could feel how your heart thumped against your ribs, maybe it's the nervousness or just because you runned all the way to come here in time. “come in,” was all you could hear from inside.

you turned the door knob, pushing it so you could enter the lab. he was hunched over his desk, but once he looked past his shoulder, realizing you were the one who got in, his golden eyes immediately lighted up, just like the fairy lights, but shined even brighter when he seemed the baked goods you carried, then turning again to his work, “just wait a bit, i will finish this, ehh- hopefully soon.”

you came from behind him, leaving both the bag and the cup over his desk, “i know these are your favorites,” you put your hand on his shoulder, “and it's my break now, but soon i need to get back to work,” his hand stopped, no longer making calculations. he looked up at you, then at the papers in front of him, thinking if he should or not give in.

sighing, he let the pencil over the papers. you knew he would keep working if you didn't say it. “i guess i could give myself a break, then,” the corners of his mouth quirking up while he reached for the bag, opening it and letting the smell of the cookies bathe the place, bringing coziness alongside it. he shoved his hand on the bag, picking one up and biting onto it, humming softly when it melted on his tongue, then bringing the almost half cookie to your lips, only to put away and eat it himself.

he was laughing loudly, keeping a hand over his mouth, to prevent any crumbs from coming out. “you ain't fair,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. you knew he was just joking, but you wanted to eat too, “i brought those so we both could eat. together!”

“i know, i know!”, he said, getting the cup of sweet milk and taking a sip of it, “but it's fun to tease you. can't help it,” he shrugged, looking at your pouty expression turning into one of anger. picking another cookie, he proceeded to feed you first, your frown immediately disappearing. he was trying to not laugh again, but he couldn't contain it, as he did so, soon the frown came back to your face.

“stop making fun of me and let me eat, for jannas's sake,” you also couldn't keep your smile from growing, it was such a good atmosphere that, even if you were mad at him for stealing your cookie and laughing at you, you couldn't be mad for longer than thirty seconds.

you were laughing with him, happy with how your lunch was going, eating and talking, so busy with everything that you didn't see him fidgeting, looking for something inside his jacket pocket. once there was no more food nor milk, he cleaned his hands, bringing one over you both, holding something up. a mistletoe.

you scoffed, running your hand over your face, “really, viktor?”, you were astonished, he truly got one of those just he could have an excuse to kiss you?

“well, it's the tradition, isn't it?”, he grinned, placing his free hand on your waist, bringing you closer, “any person who's under the mistletoe must kiss, it's correct?”

“yes, absolutely correct,” you put both hands on each side of his face, kissing his lips softly, tasting the sugar on his mouth. “but you taste like milk and cookies,” you kissed him again, just to make sure you got it right, “maybe next year i will bring you more of these, so we could kiss under the mistletoe again.”

“oh, christmas may be my favorite holiday now.”

[royalwilmon]

hi, first of all: so happy for you that you got to meet e & o yesterday!!!

you said we could ask questions, so i actually have one if you feel comfortable to share ofc:

what did you tell them and what did they answer? 🥺

hi omg thank you!!!!!! ofc!!!!

the memory is honestly Already getting fuzzy but okay first thing that happened they each hugged me and asked me how i was doing and i just made some sort of noise that wasnt a word and they laughed. i told them that i was from boston and that i got there at midnight and started waiting at NBC at 5am and they were all cute about it like "thank you for coming, oh my god". and then im majorly paraphrasing here but i said something along the lines of "i just wanted to thank you guys. these past two years have been the best of my life and ive changed so much through loving YR and i'm a different and better person because of it" and they both were like "thank you, youre so sweet". then i talked for a bit about groupchats/fandom friends and how ive met people from around the globe that i talk to every day and how im so grateful to them for indirectly introducing me to my favorite people and i just couldnt thank them enough for that. at this point i was tripping over my words a lot and both edvin and omar were putting their hands on my arms which did not help my speaking thing. edvin said "youre so sweet" at least three times. edvin asked if i wanted to take a picture and i think i just laughed. i turned around to pose with them and right before they took the pic i muttered "holy fuck" under my breath and edvin laughed and said something along the lines of "trust me we feel the same". after the pics i said thank you like eight times and as i was walking away they were like "oh say hi to the groupchat from us!!!!" and god i wish i was allowed to have my phone to record it but alas, phones were a strict no-no

sorry thats a big chunk of text but its all this weird fuzzy memory already, like. such a blur

the Thing about the interaction i keep telling people is something y'all probably already know from pictures and videos but i'm just going to confirm it. edvin looks at you while you're talking like every word you say is the most important word he's ever heard. i'll never in my life recover from actually being on the other end of that.

and omar was ALL smiles. he was just so clearly OVERJOYED to be there talking to people, like. so happy. he's an actual puppy dog, so adorable, my heart melted. also, it might be because im short but he's not as Small as he was in my mind!! sorry to confirm that omar is in fact normal sized

okay thats all my brain is letting me remember right now, lmk if y'all wanna know more!!

[poisoned-peppermint]

Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids. 

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons 

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out 

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Quackity: If I were dating you?  Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

~~~~~~~

Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

~~~~~~

Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings. 

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

~~~~~~~

Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

~~~~~~~

Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

~~~~~~~~

Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

~~~~~~~~

Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

~~~~~~~

Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

~~~~~~

Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

~~~~~~

Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

~~~~~~~~

*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

~~~~~~~~

let me know if ya’ll want more <3

[saglovesu]

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

— 𝘽𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡

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CW: swearing, creepy stuff (?) ; quotes from a ghost hunter show! Description of violence;LMK if I missed any! ;P

A/N: I know this isn‘t a fanfiction bUT I‘ll put it up in the masterlist!! If u have any requests feel free to send them my way (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡ For now enjoy this thread I made at 5am 🤍 also I think I‘ll do a pt.2 of this cuz this is way too much fun

Sidenote: these aren‘t always 100% accurate w/ the characters sometimes I just chose certain ones cuz it seemed funny. So no guarantee that it‘ll be all accurate‼️

Oikawa: I‘ve connected the dots.

Iwaizumi: You didn‘t connect shit.

Oikawa: I‘ve connected them.

♡

Suna: Hey there demons, it‘s me, ya boi.

♡

Sugawara [in the haunted house]: I fucking hate this.

Sugawara: I‘ll shoot you in your face!

Daichi [from the outside]: I don‘t think he‘s having a good time right now.

♡

Tendou: so, at what point does the fear come in for you?

Ushijima: about when the life is draining out of my body.

Tendou: (wheeze)

♡

Nishinoya: this guy‘s a racist?!

Y/N: most of them [the victims] were Italian grocers.

Nishinoya: whoa... fuck this guy!

♡

Yaku: well you know what I‘ll do is I‘ll shoot you

♡

Osamu: I will now blink to you in morse code who I think did it

Atsumu: you don‘t know morse code!

♡

Aran: how much trouble could a family of farmers get into?

Kita: ohhhhhh...a biiiiii- a pretty fair amount of trouble my friend

♡

Taichi: yeah, I‘m just gonna start sending flowers to people‘s funerals, and say „love forever -Louise“

Y/N: you should say „Love forever -Taichi“ and a picture of yourself“

♡

[in a haunted house]

Kuroo: Lev‘s not scared of you either!

Lev: oh, no, nope that‘s not true! ...Woah, you keep tricking me into fucking talking with them you dickhead!

♡

Y/N: yeah I think you wear a mask sometimes

Sugawara: I think you should keep digging and maybe see what happens.

Y/N: uh... no I‘m good

♡

Semi: you think he‘s like... you think he‘s like taking his license out before and the ghost was looking at it but his thumb was covering his last name and she was like „Robert Randall? That must be my lover!“

Tendou: maybe!

♡

Tsukishima:if I could imagine any of my friends murdering me...

Hinata: I can imagine one friend of yours murdering you.

Tsukishima: is it you?

Hinata: *looks at the camera* no

♡

Kogane: I‘m not scared of you, so please say your name!

Futakuchi: He‘s lying but, please say your name.

♡

Kageyama: it got a funny little face, kinda looks like you

Hinata: I was gonna say it looks like you with those long ass limbs

Kageyama: yeah but its got those little, like, those scared little eyes, you know, this is what you look like when you think you see evidence.

♡

Sugawara: maybe thats our pal JC, I don‘t know if he hangs out at every cross in the world.

♡

Akaashi:a shooting star just went by behind your head!

Bokuto: what are you talking- why didn‘t you tell me!!

Bokuto: Oh my I just saw another- no that‘s a bug

♡

Atsumu: I think when Sakusa‘s around it‘s easy to forget that you‘re in one of the most horrifying places on earth.

Atsumu: uh...and now, that he‘s not gonna be in there... *scratches chin* not to say that he‘s like my daddy or something like- I don‘t know why I said that. *laughs*

Atsumu: have fun with that one internet!

♡

Konoha: Alakazam! Ah bing bang boom! *slaps table* hope you like hell ya loser!

♡

Mattsun: choo choo pickle pie

Oikawa: (wheeze) choo choo pickle pie, what the f—?

Mattsun: I don‘t know. I‘m just thinking of a funny thing a ghost could whisper

Oikawa: (wheeze)

♡

Sakusa [sitting outside]: an hour or two ago-

Atsumu [from inside the house]: *incoherent screaming*

Atsumu: I HATE IT!! I FUCKING HATE THIS!! FUCK YOUUU!! FUCK YOUU!!! FUCK YOU!!! *more incoherent screaming*

Sakusa: *laughs* that is quite a reaction. I think we‘re making some headway.

Sakusa: *looking at the house* It‘s gone quiet now and I‘m afraid he‘s dead.

♡

Kuroo [to the ghost]: suck my balls dude!

Bokuto: bobby if you would like to suck our Balls can you turn that light off

Kuroo: *wheeze*

[choices-binglebonkus]

After playing a few chapters from different books in Romance Club, I think I see the problem with Choices that I somehow didn’t see before. I think I knew already, but Romance Club got me to realize it. Full on record-scratch moment.

Choices doesn’t take risks anymore. Like, none whatsoever. They stick to the “safe” and easy stories. Take Endless Summer for instance. That series was a HUGE fucking gamble. It was crazy and wild and everything was completely unexpected. It was rich with lore and at times you had no clue what was even going on. It even had its own special art style made specifically for the series. Yet it ended up being one of the most popular series in Choices.

And yes, I know it’s not getting a sequel, but look at Hero. Just like Endless Summer, it had its own unique art style (yes, ES and Hero have different art styles), and it had frequent and fully-illustrated cutscenes which was pretty revolutionary at the time because there weren’t many of those yet. Hero wasn’t nearly as popular as Endless Summer, but a lot of people wanted it to come back because of how unique and different it felt in comparison to other stories. Hence the outcry when PB announced they were never going to make a sequel.

Nowadays, most of the stories aren’t very adventurous and aren’t very experimental/risky like old stories were. Rising Tides pushed a tired and overdone environmental narrative and was bland and forgettable the minute it ended. The Nanny Affair didn’t bring anything special to the table. Truth be told those are the only two stories I can think of off the top of my head that released within the past year other than Laws of Attraction, and as good as it is, even that isn’t wowing anyone. Everything is just…so forgettable nowadays.

Or even worse, Pixelberry recycles plots. They’ve been doing this for a while. D&D book 2, TRR book 2, and RoE (you guessed it, book 2!) all had a central storyline about the main character (or Liam in TRR’s case) being stuck in a loathsome engagement they must find a way out of. Disclaimer, I haven’t played it yet, but I’ve been told by numerous people that The Unexpected Heiress is basically a recycled version of TRM, TRR, and D&D. And let’s not forget the most recent atrocity…TRF has almost the exact same premise as TC&TF book 3! Powerful society offers royalty/nobility peace, prosperity, and stability in exchange for control and even more power. Play chapter one of both TRF and TC&TF3 one after the other and it is painfully lazy how similar the plot is.

Today, I played a couple chapters of three different Romance Club books. First I played Shadows of Saintfour, which I chose because it gave me some It Lives vibes. And oh wow, it captured my interest faster than any modern Choices book. Within a minute of starting the book, I found myself wondering “what the fuck is going on?!” I was completely hooked and spent all my tea on the next two chapters.

The next book’s chapter I played was Dracula: A Love Story. I…was not interested in this at all just glancing at the cover, but I gave it a try anyway because it had high ratings and was an Editor’s Choice. The only way I can describe it…vampire + time travel + Wizard of Oz vibes + Ottoman Empire alternate universe. The first chapter alone left my head spinning in the best way. And after a description like the one I just gave, how could it not?

Heaven’s Secret was the last book I tried (it’s 5am and I’m tired) and again, I wasn’t interested, but gave it a try anyway because of the high ratings. This one was a little blander than the other two, but it still got its hooks in me. For one thing, the main character starts the story DEAD and has to navigate her new life(?) at an academy where she’s training to become either an angel or a demon. It’s so cliche, but somehow, the first chapter has me watching the timer for my next tea so I can play the next one.

But Choices…let’s see. We have Laws of Attraction on Wednesday which is quite good, but it’s definitely nothing special. Non-VIPs also now have AVSP, which feels a lot like D&D since we’re a lowly commoner navigating life among English nobles. TRF, as I said earlier, is already shaping up to be a less-interesting plot recycle of TC&TF3. And of course, TNA, where our MC’s life now centers around her toxic relationship with her controlling former boss.

Truly, how far has the app fallen?

[wickedw3asleys]

JUST LIKE HEAVEN (Pt.2)

Fred x female reader (mentions of George)

AN: it is 5am i cannot sleep i need help oh my god i am SWEATING, FRED WEASLEY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME. he's a dom and i do not accept any kind of criticism. Okay but more seriously, thank you so much for the support for the 1st part! I truly appreciate it and I hope you'll like this one as much as the first one!

WARNINGS: smut smut smut smut and more smut... unprotected sex... and cussing

A few days had passed after your talk with Fred and George.

And still nothing had happened.

And you never thought you'd be so eager for one of them to reach out to you to fill his needs. But you weren't going to be the one to give in first.

And they knew what they did to you, because the first moment they saw you after the big talk they started teasing the shit out of you, and you were too easy to piss off, way too horny to have patience with them. Could be an accidental brush of George's hand on your thigh; Fred whispering things in your ear that weren't necessarily explicit; or again, George finding any kind of excuse to touch you, even the slightest... And that drove you crazy. And the fact that they exactly what they were doing, only made it worse, them making clear that they wanted you.

And today was the day that your patience was at its limits. So you were going to play it reverse on them, and make them suffer a little bit.

You decided to just play it cool, not to look to hard for them, and just let the big boys come to you, as they liked to call themselves. So when you least expected, you saw them appear with the biggest grins on their faces.

You were hanging out with Hermione and Luna at the library, and once again you were going crazy with your studies. You already have had 2 exams, and you could feel your brain slowly dying from all the information it was absorbing.

So obviously, when the twins saw you in such a frustrated state, they knew once again how to play their cards.

"Oh, darling... You look so stressed...", Fred came behind you, "and those shoulders! You're way too tense..."

He winked at his brother and put his hands on your shoulders, slowly massaging them.

Hermione looked at you with an interrogating gaze, not really sure if she should say something or not, to what you unconsciously shrugged your shoulders.

Fred dominantly put his hand on the back of your neck, applying a slight pressure to the sides of your neck, "Keep still, sweetheart..."

You could feel the blood rushing up to cheeks and to other unholy places on your body.

"What. The. Hell.", Hermione mouthed to you, Luna getting more and more confused about all the situation, since she was way too preoccupied reading her Astronomy book.

"I. DON'T. KNOW.", you mouthed back.

Fred continued to massage and apply pressure on your shoulder and the back of your neck, and you felt like you were going completely mad. And when you saw George glancing at his brother, you knew this was another one of their games; so why not join in?

You sighed, mouthed a quick "sorry" to the two girls and started playing.

"Freddie! Oh my god! You're so good!", you softly moaned, stretching your back and neck. You could catch a confused and nervous look on George's face, who was once again looking at his brother, expecting a reaction from him.

"Mmhhh... you like that?", he whispered down to your ear. Fuck, he was a way too good player.

You turned your face to his, just to be a few inches from his lips. "Yeah, I like it...", you said, trying to sound convincing; when you knew that you were affected by him to your bloody core.

You could feel his breath shake as he straighten up, leaving a satisfied smile on your face.

"And what about you, Georgie?", you asked, looking at him with puppy eyes, "How's my favorite Weasley?"

"I'm fine...", he said, smirking, "Why? You missed me, darling?"

You couldn't see any type of nervousness in him, he never answered wrong, always continuing the game.

Not wanting to leave poor Hermione and Luna alone, you decided after a while to semi ignore the twins, and go back to your conversation with the girls, including the boys in from time to time, and when you could feel Fred being totally distracted, you made your killer move.

"OH! I'm so sorry, Fred!", you said, looking how your ink pot just had fallen on his lap.

"Damn it!"

Everybody had taken a few steps back, not wanting to have ink all over them, and when Hermione got up to go for some tissues, you got on your knees and started wiping Fred's thigh with your robes. Fortunately you knew a spell that would make these stains go away, otherwise you wouldn't have sacrificed yourself like that.

The sight of your on your knees, a hand on his upper thigh and the other one wiping the ink stains that were dangerously close to his dick, almost made him cum in his pants. He had spent too much time without doing anything and you being you didn't made it better. You've always drove him completely mad, and the fact that you've actually accorded to be shared between him and his brother was all he could have ever asked for.

He dominantly grabbed your hand, "Bloody hell, Y/N! Stop!", he groaned between his teeth, making sure no one else but you could hear him.

"What's wrong?", you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Shit", he groaned.

He quickly got up, took his brother by the arm and left the library.

"Oh... Where did they go?", Hermione asked with the tissues in her hand.

"I don't know...", you couldn't help but smile victoriously. You've beaten Fred Weasley at his own game. You've put down one of the two twins. You still had to win against George, and from what you've been observing, he'd be the harder one to play against; fooling everybody with his innocent looks.

"Am I right saying that there was completely an unsolved tension in here for a second?", Luna asks.

"Y/N, what the hell was all this?!", Hermione says, clearly aware of what's happening.

"It's just a game! Nothing harmful! Don't worry", you smile, blushing.

"I don't know what kind of games you're playing with them but when I saw Fred going through that door he looked like he could spit fire...", Hermione points out, "I just hope you know what you're doing..."

"I do, Mione... I've talk to them..."

"What do you mean you've talked to them?", Luna asks, curious.

"Oops...", you say as you start getting up and taking your books with you, earning a gasp and shocked laugh from both of them. You winked at the girls and got out of the library.

There wasn't a lot of students out in the corridors at this time of the evening. It was almost bed time so everybody was either in their common rooms or still at the library, just like Hermione and Luna.

So when you felt a hand on the back of your neck again, you felt relief that no one was there.

"Good night, Freddie...", you smiled, his hand adding pressure.

"I hate you", he says between his teeth.

"Oh... Why is that?", you pout. If he'd thought he was the only one able to play this game, he was damn wrong.

"Don't play innocent here, you knew what you were doing"

"Just how you knew what you were doing to me for the past days. Both you and your brother. Am I wrong?", you tried turning your head, but his grip on your neck didn't let you, "Didn't your mother tell you to not play with your food, Freddie?"

The smirk you had on your face the second you pronounced these words could have killed Fred in an instant. It was the weirdest, yet most erotic, thing a girl have ever said to him, and he felt those words resonate through his whole body, specially under his pants.

"Fuck...", he groaned. He grabbed your arm and started leading you. You didn't knew where but you wanted to follow him so bad right now, nothing could have stopped you. You wanted him and you knew the feeling was reciprocal.

You turned a corner and arrived at the second-floor girl's bathroom. Fred quickly opened the door, making sure no one saw them go in and the second the door closed, his pressed his lips against yours. Almost with anger. He was so eager to kiss you...

Neither of you took the time to completely undress the other, you just stayed there, him pressing his body on yours, devouring your mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, he started leading you to the sinks, where he lifted you and sat you. Your skirt almost lifted to your waist and his hands fiercely groping your thighs.

"How DARE you come snog in MY bathroom?!", a whining voice made you both jump, trying to regain your breath.

"Mimi!", Fred breathed out, "Sorry! W-we..."

"Oh... Hi, Frederick...", Moaning Myrtle slowly approached Fred, not even paying attention to you, "You're looking good tonight...", she says.

"You too, Mimi, but we're kind in the middle of something right now...", he says, awkwardly.

"Oh... I see that...", she says, glaring at you in anger.

"Hi, Myrtle..."

"Come on Myrtle, please... I promise to make Harry come visit you tomorrow, but please, please, let us stay here...", he pleaded. You could hear the desperation in his voice and that only turned you on even more.

Moaning Myrtle was taking his proposal in consideration, and quickly ended up agreeing. "Tell him I want to see him in that grey shirt he always wears, he looks so good in it...", she says before completely disappearing in the darkness of the bathroom.

"Wow... So Moaning Myrtle too, huh?", you teased Fred.

"Yeah, yeah, don't start", he quickly cupped your face with one hand and started kissing you again, this time with more passion, more fire. He was kissing you as his life depended on it, his hands always groping your skin; your thighs, your stomach, your waist... He was like an animal, so eager and needy. And you loved every bit of it.

Fred pulled out from your lips and started going down, kissing your jaw... You neck... Licking it and making sure to leave at least two or three visible marks for him to admire the next day. You moaned when he started kissing that sweet spot of you, just behind your ear, as he started slightly pulling your hair. That combination would be the death of you.

"Fuck, Fred...", you moaned in his ear. He raised his head and took a second to finally admire your messed up state, which only made him want to go rough on you.

He leaned in again and started kissing you while unbuttoning your white shirt, not losing a single second. Just as he kept unbuttoning it, he started kissing your chest until it was completely at sight. He groaned to himself when he saw the black lace bra you were wearing that day.

This time, you were the one to not lose time. The second your blouse was unbuttoned, you started attacking his pants, taking of his belt and lowering it a little so you could play with the elastic of his boxers.

"Wait...", he suddenly stopped.

"What? What are you- FUCK!", you loudly moaned as you saw him going down on his knees before you and taking your clit in his mouth. Your hands directly went to his hair, pulling it gently.

You could have come by the simple sight of what was happening, Fred on his knees eating you out, his hair all messy and his arms strongly around your thighs.

"Oh my-... Yes, just like that", you moaned again, making Fred chuckle against you, sending vibrations through you.

He started placing little kisses and kitten licks all over your pussy, licking every inch of it, making it his.

"If you keep... FUCK! Doing this... I'm going to cum... Oh my god, Fred..."

He chuckled again and stopped his movements to look up at you. Fuck, you were looking so pretty, already all fucked up.

He got up, never breaking eye contact with you. He was literally towering you, you sitting on the small sink, your legs around his waist.

He was going to start kissing you again when you stopped him, putting your soft hand on his clothed chest.

"Wait... My turn...", you seductively said, slowly kneeling.

He instantly knew what you were about to do, so he helped you lowered his pants down a little.

"Bloody hell, you're so big...", you whispered.

"Well, wait are you waiting for?", he said, lifting up your chin.

Your mouth instantly started drooling the moment you took him in your mouth. You slowly lowered your head down his shaft, taking all you could of him in your mouth, and then up again.

You started licking his tip and his sides, trying to get it as wet as you could.

"Y/N... Fuck... You're so good at this...", you felt his body lean against the sink you were previously sitting on, and saw his hand grab the edge of it to gain support. "Keep going please, keep going..."

You did as he pleaded. You slowly started to bob your head up and down his dick, both of you making the most sinful sounds. You could feel him throb in your mouth as your lowered your head more and more, and you loved it.

Suddenly, he grabs you by the hair and lifts you up again, helping you sit on the sink again.

"Legs up for me, will you sweetheart?", he says, caressing your inner thighs.

"If you ask so nicely...", and you lifted your legs to wrap them around his waist.

Fred sucked his thumb and lowered it to your clit, drawing figures eight on it, slowly.

"Mmmhhh...", you moaned, throwing your head back.

"Are you ready?", he asks, his thumb still on your clit.

"Yes", you smiled back at him, locking eyes with him and not breaking contact when he entirely slid into you.

"Merlin, you're so tight...", Fred moaned in the crook of your neck.

You grab him by the shoulders and let him start thrusting in and out of you; first at an awful slow pace, making him bite your neck.

"Come on, darling...", you encouraged him. And with that, as if something lightened up inside him, he straightened himself, towering over you again, and roughly putting one of his hands around your neck and the other one around your thigh. That made him gain stability, so he started thrusting deeper and harder tan before.

"YES! Oh my god... Yes...", you put your forehead against his and closed your eyes shut, lost in the feeling.

"Yeah... Like that...", he says, going even faster, hitting that special spot of yours that made you almost scream. "That's it, darling... Show me where I am..."

You clumsily took his hand and tried to find on your lower abdomen the spot that Fred was hitting so you could show him how deep he was buried in you.

"Oohh, yes... There it is...", he says, feeling his tip brushing against his hand. He applied more pressure to your abdomen, making his dick hit that spot again and again.

"FUCKKKKK! YES!", you screamed, eyes almost rolling back in your head.

"Look at me, sweetheart, look at me...", Fred took your face and started to thrust deeper and harder just to watch your reaction, to which he wasn't disappointed. Your swollen lips, messy hair and the spots he had been leaving along your neck and chest were the most beautiful view ever.

He started massaging your breast through your bra as he once again increased his speed.

All you could do was messily breathe and loudly moan as he trusted in and out of you. He was so big. Stretching you so good. And the fact that he was being so rough yet so gentle with you was insane.

Once again he brought his hand to your clit, slowly massaging it and making you moan even louder.

"Ssshhhh... Sweetheart, do I have to remind you how to be quiet?", he says, his hand against your mouth.

You remembered the moment he first pressed his big hand on your mouth, all the thoughts that were crossing your mind and all the fantasies you've created because of that specific moment, and now all of them where becoming reality.

"Do I reckon you like my hand on you like this, right?", he smiled, thrusting deeper.

Your screams were now muffled by his hand, but he could see your eyes starting to water, which only made him increase the pace.

You were a moaning mess, your nails going to his back, his arms and chest, also leaving your little marks.

"Come on, I want you to see yourself when you cum...", he says before slipping out of you and turning you, now facing the mirror.

He put his hand where it belonged: your neck. And started to kiss you again, looking at you through the mirror's reflection.

With no previous notice, he slammed into you from behind, making your face contort in pleasure.

"Oh my god...", you say, trying to grab the edge of the sink.

He pulled your hair again, leaning your head back on his chest.

"Look at you...", he says, "so fucking... pretty..."

He brought his free hand to your clit again, the new angle making it easier for him to massage it in the correct way.

That made you scream again, feeling your legs fail you.

"I've got you, darling... Come on...", he whispered, tightly holding on to you.

He continued his relentless attack on your pussy and clit, making the pleasure almost unbearable for you.

"F-Fred... I-I'm c-cumming... SHIT!"

He smirked at your reflection and didn't stop his thrusting until he felt your inner walls tightly close again his cock. The feeling of you cumming with him inside you made it impossible for him to hold any longer, so as he was helping you riding your orgasm, he chased his own one, both of you moaning loudly in the other's ears and clinging to each other as your lives depended on it.

He stayed inside you a few more seconds, trying to regain his breath and strength.

"I think that deserves a big high five...", you say, lazily raising your hand.

He weakly moaned, trying to high five you, but terribly failed.

He finally got the strength to pull out of you with a hiss, slowly pulling his dick out and letting a pool of both of your fluids form in the sink.

"Thank you", he breathed out, kissing your forehead.

"No! Thank you!"

"I knew this was a good idea!", he says, proud of him.

"The most brilliant idea you've ever had...", you say, helping him putting his belt back on.

"What are you doing?", he asks.

"That, my friend, is a souvenir...", you laughed, patting the panties you just put in his pocket.

"Oh, you're a nasty one... Very, very nasty...", he smirks.

"You have no idea...", you say, kissing his neck again. "Let's go, before the others start asking too many questions"

"We're definitely doing that again, I hope you know that...", he says, entering the Gryffindor common room.

"Isn't that why we've talked about it, you git?" you laughed.

"Hey, where were you two?", Hermione asks, "We've been waiting for you for almost two hours!"

"Oh, we just quickly went to visit Moaning Myrtle...", you say, eyeing how George was looking at the marks on your neck, "Harry by the way, she wants you there tomorrow with your grey shirt. No discussion!"

You hear Harry groan and throw his head in his hands, "Why? Why did you this to me? Why do you hate me so much!?!"

"Come on, she's not that bad...", you say, sitting next to George.

"How does she even know I have that shirt?!", he starts whining, but soon enough, your attention was turned to George, who was playing with the back of your skirt.

"Looking good...", he whispered, "Who would have thought you're such a dirty player?"

"You have no idea...", you smirked.

He looked at you and chuckled, "You'll show me soon enough...", he said, discretely placing his hand on your inner thigh.

You looked up trying to see if anyone was looking at you, but for your luck, they were too busy hearing Harry whine about Myrtle. And then, you crossed Fred's gaze. He winked at you and raised to you his plastic bottle and drank a sip, that making George chuckle again.

For Goddrick's sake... These two were going to drive you completely mad...

[ilovefinncole]

The Runaway

Summary: While Michael is locked away in jail in Boston for smuggling opium, Gina is having the time with her life having an affair with Oswald Mosley, and when Ada agrees to meet her in London she discovers the affair, and threatens to tell Michael. But the only thing for Gina to do now is run away with Oswald.

Characters: Gina Gray, Michael Gray, Oswald Mosley, Ada Thorne, Karl Thorne, Elizabeth Younger, Diana Mitford, Jack Nelson and Tommy Shelby.

Word count: 3,416

Warning(s): English is my second language, smoking, sex, swearing and drinking, spoilers for Ep1 and EP4.

Published: 24th March 2022

Author’s note: This is my second time writing for any Peaky Characters and after the last episode I decided to carry on the Gina and Oswald affair story, it had me hooked but I absolutely hated it. I always thought how would both Michael and Diana would react to the affair, so I decided to write a fic for my idea. Enjoy x

It was 5am, fucking 5am and Gina was fucking Oswald fucking Mosley the Minister of Lancaster, she was having an affair with him being Michael’s back while he is in prison.

“Midnight fucks 5am.” those where Michael’s last words to her, the last time they saw each other when she visited him in prison. Those words go round and round in her mind.

Gina didn’t mean to hurt Michael and neither did Oswald mean to hurt Diana but they both did it anyway. And the question is why did they do it.

Gina moans in bed, “Stop it Oswald please, you know we really shouldn’t be doing this. Michael will be out soon, you should get back to Miss Mitford.” Gina says.

Oswald stops and gets off of Gina, “Your right Gina I better go, but this was fun we should do this another time. Maybe Friday?” He suggests.

Gina smiles, “Yes Friday, goodbye Oswald.” She says, “Goodbye Gina.” He says, they kiss in bed, Oswald gets dressed and leaves they smile at each other softly.

Gina stresses as this is going to hurt Michael as well as Diana if they both found about the affair.

The next day, Gina set aboard a boat to take her to Boston she was going to visit Michael in prison. 

When she arrived, she had a smug look on her pretty American face only because she was guilty of the affair with Oswald, and he was too. He couldn't bare to face Diana after he got back from Gina`s so he stayed at a Hotel in Westminster. So he couldn`t see Diana, or even speak to her.

Gina was guided to Michael by the prison guards, she is wearing a black beret like the ones all the women wear in France, a red long coat, a grey dress with short sleeves and black shoes, and red rounded sunglasses just for an effect.

She wanted to look like for her husband even though she is hiding a dark dirty secret, which could ruin there marriage forever.

“Johnny, what is it?” Michael said, standing around his cell, like a lost soul, he had nothing better to do these days, with being locked away in jail in Boston, he sulks and moans all day long.

“Its your wife Michael, Gina she`s come to visit you.” Johnny said, he`s Michael`s personal prison guard. “Fuck, send her in.” Michael said, with inhaling a cigarette. He was nervous he hadn't seen her in weeks. 

Two prison guards opened the doors then opened up his cell, so him and Gina could finally see each other and they could sit down, and talk at the table. 

Gina strutted into the cell, “Michael, how are you my love? I've missed you baby.” she says, putting her purse on the table, and walking straight over to him. 

“Gina, I`m alright just waiting in here like a dog, waiting for your fucking Uncle to get me the fuck out of here.” Michael said, they kissed. Gina squealed, “I'm so glad I came to visit baby, I have a lot to tell you.” Gina says.

“Oh yeah, then tell me baby. I want to hear it all.” He said, Gina took her coat off and sat, she also took off her sunglasses, now Michael can see her beautiful bright hazel eyes.

“Well firstly, Jack has spoken to some people and he will get you out very soon, honey. Your gonna come home, you`ll be reunited with me and Laurence again, he misses his daddy.” Gina says, she smiles nervously. “I bet he does, I miss my handsome little solider” Michael says.

Gina laughs and looks down at the ground, she doesn't know where to put herself, she is worried about telling Michael. “Is something wrong Gina?” Michael asks.

Gina is now worried, “No Michael, why?” she asks, “Well I just sense that something isn`t right with you, I mean your not your usual bubbly self, has something happened? Is it the devil well is it the devil? If he`s hurt you Gina I swear when I get the fuck out of here I`ll-” 

“No stop Michael please, no it’s not the devil don`t worry about him he`ll be dead soon, but his daughter is though, remember Ruby she was at the funeral holding his hand. She died from  tuberculosis, she was so young. Jack told me when he went for a meeting with the devil at his house, they were all in mourning. Its tragic.” Gina said.

“Oh how awful, that's very sad, anyway I don`t really care. I couldn`t give a shit about the devil and his family. So is there any other news that I need to know about?” Michael asks. 

“No that's it honey, I cant wait for you to come home. Laurence misses you. every day I tell him stories about you, his little face lights up.” she says, “Me too, I miss you and Laurence all the time.” Michael says, they hold each others hands across the table.

They look at each other across the table, “Well that`s me done, Michael. I`ll see you soon and Jack will get you out, I promise” Gina said, she put her coat back on and her sunglasses. “Gina, we havent finished yet, please stay.” Michael says.

“I`d love to but er I've got to be elsewhere, sorry.” Gina says, she kisses Michael on his cheek, “bye Michael, I'll give Laurence your love.” Gina said. “bye Gina” Michael says as he inhales another cigarette.

“Oh, bye honey.” Gina says, she leaves and has a worried look on her face, she feels guilty and ashamed that she cheated on him. Michael goes back into his cell and sits down and inhales another cigarette, “Some day, some day I`ll get revenge on Tommy Shelby mum, I promise” Michael says to himself.

He is really saying it to Polly his mum, hoping that she is listening to him from heaven, he promises to get revenge on the people who killed her and this is exactly what Tommy isn't doing.

In Birmingham, at Ada`s house she is playing with Elizabeth her youngest child, her daughter that she had with the late Ben Younger, who was the head of Army Intelligence, but she never told him that she is pregnant with his daughter nor she was not in love with him.

 He tragically died in a car explosion outside of Shelby Company Limited, they were very good friends, she did like him.

“Karl come on, lets go or you`ll be late.” Ada says, “I`m coming mum.” Karl says with carrying a bag he is going to stay at his friend`s house, six streets away. “Right lets go, now lets get you in the car my darling Elizabeth.” Ada says as she holds her in her arms, they smile at each other. 

“Wait, Elizabeth is coming with us?” Karl says, “Yes she is, I think a ride in the car will do all of us some good.” she says. “Ok, come on Will doesn't want us to be late, he`s expecting me there in ten minutes.” he says.

“Alright bossy boots, we're coming aren't we Elizabeth, yeah” Ada says. She puts Elizabeth in the car in the front, and Karl puts his bag in the back and gets in the car. 

“You know she won`t be with us for long wont you? They`ll take her off you and send me to another country. That thing almost killed us last week and we got another one thrown through that window, It almost killed Elizabeth and me. Will it ever stop? Maybe you can talk to Uncle Tommy about it, I`m sure he can spare you some soldiers.” Karl said.

He is bringing up the subject again, “Karl shut your mouth, your Uncle Tommy is very busy at the moment, he is grieving cousin Ruby and he doesn't even have any soldiers, only Peaky Blinders who do his dirty work for him, now stop your moaning so we can go.” she says, Ada is getting more and more frustrated by each day with her teenage son.

He doesn't stop moaning about Elizabeth and the bricks being thrown through there window, he allows Ada to drive. They get there in time, “Be good Karl, I`ll pick you up, same time next week.” Ada says.

“Alright bye mum, bye Elizabeth, Hello Will” Karl says, “Karl, mate you alright? Oh hello Ada, who`s this?” Will asks, he is the same height as Karl, he has blonde hair and blue eyes. “This is my other child Elizabeth, hello Will.” Ada says smiling at Karl`s friend.

“Well hello Elizabeth, she`s very cute Mrs Thorne.” Will says, “Thank you.” Ada says, “She isn`t as cute as me when I was her age” Karl says, “How do you know that Karl? You were only a baby.” Ada says, Will laughs. Karl gets his bag out of the back. He waves at Ada, and she waves back.

The boys walk into the house, happily and laughing and talking. “Boys, I just cant understand them, here`s a bit of advice Elizabeth never get into boys they`ll rip you apart, now lets go home, yeah?” Ada says, she drives back home.

At Tommy`s house, he is all alone writing a letter to meet with Oswald to discuss business with him, himself and Jack Nelson. He phones Ada, as she just gets through the door with Elizabeth in her arms, the phone rings.

“Oh who could that be I wonder Elizabeth, I've just got in.” Ada says, she puts Elizabeth down, she answers the phone, “Hello, its Ada speaking, who is it?” Ada says. “Hello Ada,” Tommy says, inhaling a cigarette as he speaks.

“Tommy its you, what do you want? I've just come home from dropping Karl off at a friend`s house.” Ada says, “I need you to go up to London Ada and see Gina, I've asked her to do something for me, its important Ada, please. I've got a lot of work here to do as it is. You`d be doing me a favor Ada.” Tommy says.

“Fuck Tommy, London. I havent been there since, well since Ben. Alright I'll go, I`ll go tomorrow, can Lizzie look after Elizbeth while I'm gone?” Ada asks. She isn`t happy by Tommy`s request 

“Yes Lizzie can look after Elizabeth, just drop her round first thing tomorrow morning, then get a trail I`ll give you some money.” Tommy says, “No Tommy, I can buy my own fucking train ticket, I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm a strong independent woman, so keep your fucking money, now if you excuse me I`ve got to get Elizabeth sorted.” Ada says.

“Alright bye Ada.” Tommy says, he puts the phone down on her, “Bye Tommy Tom are you there, Tom, Thomas Tommy, oh he`s hang up on me.” she says. “Now lets get you sorted Elizabeth yeah.” Ada says to her.

After Gina gets back to London, after visiting Michael who is banged up in Jail in Boston, she puts on some jazz music and dances, she drinks till she drops, she opens about a dozen bottles of champagne, then all a sudden the phone rings.

Gina sighs and runs to the phone from the living room, “Hello Jack is that you? have you spoken to them about getting Michael out yet? please say yes Jack.” Gina says, thinking it is Jack on the other side of the line.

“Afternoon Gina, its Tommy or shall I say the devil, you and Michael do like that name don`t you? hmm” Tommy says, while inhaling a cigarette “Tommy, what do you want? I`m busy right now.” she says looking sheepish.

“I can`t come and see you tomorrow Gina, so I'm sending Ada, I've got something to do, you`ll talk business then she`ll leave alright?” he says.

“Ok, cool bye Tommy.” Gina says, “Bye Gina” Tommy says, she puts the phone down on him. “Hmm that bastard is going to get what he finally deserves death.” Gina says, she smiles and laughs to herself, so she carries on drinking and dancing all by herself in the living room.

At Oswald`s house that he shares with Diana, they sit smoking in the living room, “Darling when will our American friend be here? I can`t wait to catch up with him, its been weeks since we've last seen him.” Oswald asks.

“He`ll be here soon Oswald, yes it would be nice to catch up, that meeting was lame wasn't it and that IRA woman had a horrible mousy voice, I wanted to squeeze her voice box so her eyes pop out and she can never since again.” 

Diana said, “Oh don`t be too harsh on her Diana, well the singing was dreadful I really wanted our American friend to block my ears.” he says, they both laugh, Diana inhales another cigarette.

“Mr. Mosley, Miss Mitford.” James, the head of Oswald`s house says “Yes James what is it?” Oswald asks, him and Diana turn there heads round and turn all of there attention on him. “Mr. Nelson is here, sir.” he says.

“Ooh goody, bring him in James. Diana are you ready?” he says, “Indeed I am Oswald.” they stand up holding hands while waiting for him to enter the room.

“I do love this house, you know its so colorful its so Oswald Mosley and Diana Mitford, I do love it. I miss this place, its like a second place to me, you know in American my dear Peter, we don`t have lamps like this there bigger and better no offence to my friends Oswald and Diana but America is better than England.”

Jack said, you could hear him before you could see him, he said this to Peter down the hallway, Peter opened the door, for him. “Mr. Nelson, welcome back we've missed having you here, how are you my man?” asked Oswald, he was pleased to see him back.

“My dear Oswald, hey I'm alright, how are you my friend? Diana your looking well beautiful as ever, how are you?” he asked, “I'm good thank you Mr. Nelson.” said Oswald, “Hello Mr. Nelson, thank you, we are very good, is there no Gina today? I thought she`d be here, I do love our little chats.” Diana said.

“I'm so sorry to let you down like this but there is no Gina today, she`s quite busy doing what I don`t know but I`m here.” said Jack, “Jolly Good I say” Oswald says, “Please do sit down Mr. Nelson, we really wouldn`t want you to wait on us hand and foot, like a footman now would we Oswald?” Diana says smiling.

“No we really wouldn`t, would you like a drink Mr. Nelson? We have champagne, Prosecco, wine or water.” Oswald says, “Ha water, Mr. Nelson doesn't want that darling, he`s not Thomas is he?” says Diana, Oswald laughs.

“Please do call me Jack, I'd prefer it.” Jack says, “Alright what would you like to drink Jack?” Oswald asks, “I would love to drink a glass of champagne Oswald” he says, “Of course, James get Jack a glass of our finest champagne please?” Oswald asks James.

“Of Course Sir” says James, he pours him a glass of champagne, “Ah thank you, your all too kind to me. Now lets talk business.” says Jack, Oswald lights a cigarette, “We shall.” says Oswald with a grin.

After the meeting is over, Oswald lies to Diana about going away, he is really seeing Gina in London as its Friday and he promised that he would come back and finished what they started

Ada gets out of a taxi as she is going to meet Gina for Tommy as he cant see her himself as he is too busy, “keep the change” she says to the taxi driver, “thank you miss, have a good day.” he says, “and you” she says. 

He drives off and Ada looks up at the house, Gina sees her through the window and gets the house ready for her quite quickly, but Oswald is in the house

“Fuck Oswald, Its Ada she`s coming to see me because the devil cant, now hide before she sees you with me. She`s bound to tell Michael.” Gina says.

“What? the sister?” he says, “Yes the fucking sister, the smart one.” she says, “Alright I`ll hide” Oswald says, Gina doesn't answer him but they kiss. Gina walks out of her bedroom. 

Ada knocks on the front door, Gina hurries and opens the door “Ada” Gina says with a smile, “Hello Gina, may I come in?” she says, “Oh yes, of course.” she says, “thank you, you look nice, I love that dress” Ada says, “thanks its new, please do excuse the mess I forgot you were coming.” she says.

“Well my house isn`t tidy either, Elizabeth messes the whole house up, there`s always paint on the walls and Karl`s clothes are everywhere, it looks like you've had a party in here.” she says.

“I've had a party for one, I'm getting quite bored these days with Michael locked away in jail and I'm all on my own, all I've got is Jack, no one else.” Gina says faking a smile.

“Oh well, don`t worry your not alone now are you, because I'm here.” Ada says, “Yeah you are.” Gina says. “I`m sorry I havent offered you a drink yet have I, what would you like to drink Ada?” she asks. “I`ll have some champagne please?” Gina says, “Of course I`ll get it for you now Ada.” she says.

“Oh, I don't have any I think I've got a bottle in my room, I`ll just go and look I`ll be back in a minute Ada.” she says, “Of course” she says, Ada sits and waits for Gina to come back with the bottle of champagne. 

Gina walks to her room, and opens the door then closes it behind her. “Have you come back for round 2 Gina or shall we say round 3?” Oswald says.

“No I've come for fucking champagne, Ada wants it” she says, she snatches it off of his hands. “If she found out about this Oswald, then we are dead, the both of us, and if Diana every found out then you`ll be-” she says but is stopped by him.

“Oh relax Gina, Diana won`t find out because we both have our secrets, she`s got too many secrets and I've only got one secret and that's you.” he says, she laughs.

Ada hears Gina laugh from where she is sitting, “what is taking so long Gina?” Ada says, she goes to look for her, herself. “I do love you Oswald.” she says.

“And I love you Gina” he says, they kiss again and Ada walks to her bedroom and opens the door, and Gina and Oswald look shocked and nervous as Ada has just spotted them together.

“Ada this is not what it looks like we were only-” she says, “you were kissing him Gina, now I have come for my champagne but I guess I don`t need ant now, I`m not thirsty anymore. So I'll be on my way.” Ada says, looking unimpressed.

“Miss Thorne, please don`t tell Thomas about this, lets just keep it between the three of us” Oswald suggests, he is now worried that Tommy and Diana will find out. “And don't Michael, if you told him once he is out of jail he would divorce me and take Laurence away from me, please Ada don`t be a bitch.” Gina says.

“Hmm this is quite the scandal isn't it, I wonder how Tommy would like this, even Lizzie, even Diana and Michael.” she says, “No please don`t Ada, please” Gina says.

“Oh I will tell Michael, but I`ll leave it to you Mosley to tell Diana about this, I'm not impressed have a good day, I'll see my self out, oh and before I go you are a bitch Gina.” Ada says, smiling, she walks out of the house and gets into another taxi.

“This is all your fault Oswald, I`m ruined your ruined, were ruined.” she says, blaming him. “This isn't my fault Gina its ours, but you did ask for this sweetie.” he says, Gina sighs and crosses her arms like a little girl being banned from a sweet shop.

“We will have to run Oswald.” she says, “Yes we shall.” he says they kiss each other again.

“I will be the runaway.”

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