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[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

reading the comments of OI stories is so unpleasant sometimes like 😭 i hate seeing people rage and curse at characters who aren't the protags. bro it's not their fault that they're antagonists and they're not even THAT annoying lmao

[karnalesbian]

Yowamushi Pedal Ch. 195:

The Man Who Fulfilled His Duty

[strawberrylabs]

Goodnight with Genshin characters! (Pt 1)

Featuring: Lyney, Freminet, Kazuha, Venti, Cyno and Childe

Summary: Nights with some of the Genshin cast based on their voice lines!

Warnings: some of these are quite angsty!(it depends on the voice line of the character), and some also contain spoilers for character lore!

Note: this is my apology post for being a solid 19 posts behind whumptober and ignoring my inbox<///3 im getting there guys I promise!!!

Lyney! (125)

"Good night. If you have trouble falling asleep, I have a few little props used for hypnosis that might help... or Maybe not. Either way, sweet dreams!"

Lyney's gentle smile after his comedic suggestion helps you feel at ease. He comes up with something different every night- you really don't know how he hasn't run out of magic-related-sleep-remedies yet.

He often goes to bed after you. Whether he's up practising some magic for his next show or doing some work for Father in the veil of the night doesn't matter to you. As long as you awake to find him there, unharmed, you can manage falling asleep with out him.

But, on the rare occaision he goes to bed at the same time as you, sharing in your night-time routine and holding your hand under the covers, the two of you can stay up for hours talking about anything, everything and nothing.

Freminet (156)

"You go ahead, I'm gonna stay up and read for a while. Hmm? What am I reading? It's, um... It's about diving. There's a bunch of skills I need to... Anyway, night!"

It's not uncommon for Freminet to read before bed. If you're lucky, he may even read with you next to him, allowing you to read along, always checking to make sure you've finished the page before turning.

Althought every night he says he's reading about diving, or marine life, or automechs, you've learned to pick up on the slight rouge of his cheeks, and the stutter that becomes a little more apparent when he lies about what he's reading. It's on these nights you know he's reading about Pers, and it's on these nights you know to leave him be.

Whether he chooses to sleep with you- in the same bed or the same room or the same house- you know not to betray that trust. And for as long as you respect him and his boundaries, he will be grateful.

Sometimes, in the night, you think you feel yourself awake to a faint 'thank you',

Kazuha (194)

"The wind has ceased... The world is silent, so now is the best time to rest well. See you tomorrow."

Kazuha often doesn't join you during the night, whether you are choosing to sleep or stay up. He opts to sit in the crows nest of the crux, listening to the silence of the night. He'll swear that from up there, it appears as if the world itself has gone to sleep with the night- the sea acts as a blanket for the life below, the stars and moon a night light for the trees and the sand and the surf, the clouds casting a shadow of calm upon the land.

Kazuha spends his nights writing about what he sees, and when you awake you find a poem written in his hand about how the beauty of the night reminds him of you.

On the nights when the land is not calm with dreams, but instead enraged with nightmares, he will sit with you in your cabin, and chat about the day gone by. Despite the conditions outside your walls, you sleep best on those nights. The nights where you awake to find you had both fallen asleep with smiles on your faces, after long conversations that drift into the night on lovesick clouds.

Venti

"Off to the land of nod? Haha, farewell, my friend!" (318)

You loath the nights where Venti bids you goodnight without joining you. You can tell by looking at the way he looks everywhere but you, by the way he laughs- hollow and false, so unlike his usual mellodic, spring filled chuckles- and you can tell by the way he says "friend", that he'll be spending his night alone in the hands of his statue, or at Windrise, or at Stormterrors lair. You know he'll be contemplating the centuries of his past.

He'll sit in his own hands, because they're not really his hands, but the hands of his first companion; and by doing so he can feel that maybe the memory of that unnamed bard who he held so dear is not truly forgotten by his people- after all, they built a statue of him, even if they did it unknowingly. He'll gaze at the bark and the leaves of the tree at Windrise, and recall how he let Mondstadt fall into the hands of couption and tyranny due to his negligance the first time around. He'll gaze upon the ruin's of Stormterro's lair- of Old Mondstadt- and replay the events from thousands of years ago, when he was just too weak, too slow, too powerless to save the first being to make him feel something.

You know you should leave him alone. Let him sort through his mind and his memories. But you also know that his mind plays the nastiest, cruelist of tricks on him- dragging him down with nightmares and jabs of "what if's" and "why's".

So when he turns to retreat into the neverending chasm of his mind, you reach out and grab his hand. You follow him into the chasm, and help brighten the darkness with the light of your presence.

Venti is reluctant to admit it- but he will.

'The monsters of my mind seem a little less scary with you here.'

Cyno

"Goodnight. Now, there's some criminal activity nearby that I'll go deal with."

You can't help but worry about Cyno when he says he's going out late to deal with something like this. You know as the General Mahamatra he has various responsibilities he must uphold. But when you're alone at night, your thoughts wander, and you ponder more on his situation.

You wonder, if his father hadn't suffered such a fate, would Cyno still be doing such dangerous jobs as a Matra? Or would he be a regular Spantamad scholar of the Akademiya? If he hadn't been pushed into this position, would he be lying with you now, drifting to a dreamless sleep with you, and not risking his life without recognition- or at least not the recognition he deserves.

You know it's not your place to think these things. Cyno is happy with his job, happy to follow after his Father, regardless of what things are said about him.

You quash your fears and your thoughts when you hear him return. He never left you for long. You knew he would always return to you. And he had every intention of doing so as long as the need remained.

Childe (182)

"Today was great. See you tomorrow, comrade!"

You always chuckled at his Ajax's tendancy to call everyone comrade. You teased him about it whenever it happened, and he always laughs with you and exclaims 'it's just habit!'

You know Ajax is busy, and he'd have less work during the day if he worked through the night. But he always insists on going to bed with you.

He created a bed-time-skin-care routine for you both- courtesy of him buying all the products. He puts is hair in a headband and follows the usual plan to a T.

When it's time to sleep, he smiles warmly at you. You pretend not to see the sadness in his eyes. He pretends it isn't there too.

So, for as long as the shadows of night will hide the pair of you, you'll bask in each others warmth, and soak up the laughter and the kisses you share.

And when the morning comes, as Ajax leaves to do jobs you never speak of, you will both eagerly await the fall of the sky's curtains, so you can forget the worries of reality once again.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Strawberry

Masterlist

Rules

[mylittleredgirl]

while we’re having the endless debate about sorting by kudos or not on ao3, i have to stump for my personal favorite way to find fics:

i basically always go straight to the “bookmarks” page for whatever pairing/tag i’m reading rather than the “works” page, and i literally just realized why: it lights up the same parts of my tumblr gremin brain as my dash does.

content hand-selected by people who are bookmarking shit for their own reasons entirely unknowable to me, so it’s a mix of quality peer review and user xyz’s to-read list

if you keep going back to it there’s a repetition over time as new people bookmark old fics. as a tumblr girlie my brain enjoys seeing Thing I Recognize

brand new fics often show up there if they’re good!! (equivalent: new posts tagged “investing at 5 notes”)

a lot of the top kudos fics keep showing up too because so many people sort the works page that way (equivalent: heritage post)

but so much random stuff shows up too that i would otherwise never find, thanks to the hardworking folks out there sobbing into the bottom of the tag at 4 am (equivalent: those posts with 56 notes from 2011 that somehow?? end up on your dash like bestie how did you even find that)

sometimes there are 30 bookmarks in a row by the same person who has a new hyperfixation and you get to think “good for them”

sometimes you get to recognize a username as someone having good or seriously bad taste

sometimes i see my own fics in the mix!! and get that little hit of positive attention (or neutral attention i guess, when people add a bookmarker tag like “it’s about [my fave character] but it’s ok”)

yeah! people can add bookmarker tags and their own notes! so sometimes people rec fics or add marginalia and their own sortable tags (but most people don’t)

there’s always that one fucking harry potter crossover fic with 194 tags in the mix (equivalent: manscaped ads you can’t escape). not saying this is a plus, but scrolling past the same long post you hate for the dozenth time is also an essential part of the tumblr experience.

re: that last bullet point, the one downside of the bookmarks page is that the filtering isn’t quite as robust as on the works page. you do have all the usual include/exclude filter options, but the very last section of filtering (crossovers, WIPs, word count, date range) is not available. (@ ao3 coders please i’m begging 🥺🙏)

anyway i’m sure the bookmarking economy is different across fandoms, but this will give you a semi-randomized feed of the tag, weighted toward new and popular fics (and, for better or worse, unfinished multi-chapter works and megafandom crossovers). it’s probably a good place to start for people who long for an algorithm, but unlike the usual user-targeted panopticon experience it’s more like the chance to rummage through strangers’ junk drawers for fic. tumblr vibes. you get me.

[thegoatsongs]

The Harkers' marriage has much in common with what New Woman authors and their male allies were positing as an ideal union, one founded on "love and trust and friendship." (29) Friendship is a recurring theme in New Woman discussions of marriage. In an 1884 letter to Olive Schreiner, Havelock Ellis muses, "the best kind of union between a man and a woman is a sort of camaraderie ... between two people who care about the same things, who are going the same way, & can walk arm and arm, & kiss & encourage each other on the way." (30) Though most New Woman authors shared Caird's view that such a companionate union was "well-nigh impossible" in the present day, Stoker is more optimistic. Possessing the "love, respect, intellectual likeness, and command of the necessities of life" required for an "ideal" marriage, the Harkers could "look clear through one another's eyes into one another's hearts." (31)

In treating Mina as his peer, Jonathan Harker is most unlike John Seward, whose dealings with Lucy demonstrate an inclination to perceive a woman's beauty rather than her brains. Yet Seward, though not a New Man, has the potential to become one.

When Mina telegraphs to announce her arrival, John is far from pleased: she is a distraction from the important work of reading the papers Van Helsing has given him. "I must get her interested in something else," he determines, and "I must be careful not to frighten her" (195). Mina's appearance--"a sweet-faced, dainty-looking girl" (194)--fits his stereotype of a woman needing protection. When Mrs. Harker asks to see his account of Lucy's final days, Dr. Seward declares, "Not for the wide world!" (195). "Why not?" she asks, and, realizing (with the same acuity Lucy possessed) that he is "trying to invent an excuse" for demurring, is charmed to see him, "with the naivete of a child" and "unconscious simplicity," blurt out an excuse whose truth he realizes only as he speaks it: he cannot let her listen to his account of Lucy's death because he has dictated it into his phonograph and does not know how to locate it in the cylinders (196). His grimaces and exclamations of "That's quite true, upon my honor" and "Honest Indian!" underscore his boyishness. Bemused, Mina replies that, in that case, he must let her type out all his notes. The doctor cannot argue. Begging her pardon and admitting that she is "quite right," he makes "the only atonement in [his] power" by entrusting her with the cylinders (196). We need have no secrets amongst us," she tells him; "working together and with absolute trust, we can surely be stronger than if some of us were in the dark" (197). Impressed by her "courage and trust," he embraces her modus operandi. By the end of the evening, he has accepted on equal footing the woman he at first dismissed as an annoying distraction whom he must "be careful not to frighten," telling her, "We must keep one another strong for what is before us; we have a cruel and dreadful task" (198). [...] In this scene, we glimpse the future Caird envisions, "when men and women shall be comrades and fellow-workers as well as lovers and husbands and wives." (32)

Winstead, K., Mrs. Harker and Dr. Van Helsing: Dracula, Fin-de-Siecle Feminisms, and the New Wo/Man

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #194

1. Turning to my fellow forum members because I can't find the fic and fear it might have been deleted: The fic starts with Crowley and Aziraphale at the Ritz talking about the Fall and Aziraphale is terrified of the idea of Falling. They have an argument and Crowley says something like I wish you had fallen then you wouldn't be so scared all the time and then Aziraphale leaves. The next morning Crowley goes to the bookshop to apologize and finds Aziraphale has Fallen, but also hasn't? There is now a Fallen Aziraphale with sheep horns and also a non fallen Aziraphale. The latter is seated at his desk and hasn't acknowledged his demon counterpart or realized they are there. Crowley wanting to figure out how this happens decides to take Fallen Aziraphale to his flat, but discovers that if they are away from Angel Aziraphale Fallen Aziraphale passes out. The fic centers on Crowley dealing with 2 Aziraphales and trying to explore a relationship with both. Later we learn that Aziraphale forced himself to forget he made the Fallen Aziraphale to explore what a relationship with Crowley could be like without the risk of Falling. There is a scene where Crowley buys fallen Aziraphale a floral hairband thing for around their horns. And he panics when Fallen Aziraphale suddenly vanishes when angel Aziraphale finally acknowledges he created them and is controlling both bodies in a 1 soul 2 bodies kind of deal. - @05nataku

2. Hey! I have a desperate request for a lost fic. I have the habit of screenshotting/copy and pasting bits and pieces of fics that stuck with me somewhere, but recently I found one without name of the fic or the author. If somebody could tell me what those are, I'd be grateful all my life. It has been KILLING me! "I'm here for you, only for you." [love you] It sounded a little like will you marry me. - anon

3. Hello! :-) I'm looking for a 'through the ages' type fic. It was about how Crowley adopted a girl from Pompeii. From what I remember he had a huge house and Aziraphale & Crowley just bickered the entire time. They may have had to fake a relationship, but I'm not 100% sure about that. I think it was multi-chapter. Thank you so much! - anon

4. Hi, hearing that series 3 will be based on the unwritten sequel reminded me of an old fic, but I've been unable to find it. The fic was book!omens / pre-tv series, and was a fan version of the unwritten sequel based on the info publicly available from what NG & TP had said about the plot - it involved Crowley & Aziraphale travelling America, Jesus, national parks, Aziraphale making notes while watching free 15 mins of porn on the TV (and annoying Crowley with how much time this was taking up). I am not sure if the fic was on a03, I have vague memories of reading it not on a white screen, so think it was maybe hosted on LiveJournal? I think I originally found it via a rec list of classic fics on tumblr sometime shortly after S1 came out, but have been unable to find that list. Any help on finding it would be appreciated, but understand it may be lost to time. Thank you <3 - @mountlandme

5. Hello hello hello! Lovely stuff that you all are doing here! I've sauntered vaguely into this askbox because I'm looking for something- I really don't have high hopes for this to be found- it would take at least half a miracle, I think. But if anyone can find it, it's gonna be you, so i thought I might as well give it a shot. A few months ago, I read a wonderful little fic about Hastur and Ligur that I just CANNOT find anymore- pre fall setting, both were angels. Ligur was building the moon (or helping) and Hastur was some kind of watcher angel who was supposed to observe everything? I'm afraid I'm a bit blurry on the details, but I think Hastur was being made fun of by the other angels, and he hid in some kind of cave, feeling terribly overwhelmed and anxious- where Ligur later found him. The story then went on a little to describe the relationship they ended up forming through that. I'm terribly sorry that this is not a lot of info to go off of- I've looked through hundereds of fics and everything on the maggot husbands tag- but nothing was ringing any bells. Might have overlooked it, I'm not sure. It could just be gone. If there is any way anyone could help me find this again, I would be eternally grateful. But either way- thank you for taking the time to read this- and thank you for all the lovely work you do! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

The Grand A-Z List of Whump 3/3

This list contains 194 items listed R to Z

As always, I heavily encourage people to research topics thoroughly when writing as it is important to avoid stereotypes/misinformation. This list's intention is to not glorify/romanticise sensitive topics in any way.

This is a comprehensive list of injuries, Illnesses and tropes - including those from the Whumptober 2023 trope vote!

All submissions are listed in italics, and those who wanted to be tagged will be included at the end. If you have any more submissions: please send them via DM/my ask box.

[A-H] [I-Q] [NSFW List]

List below the cut:

R

Rabies

Radiation Poisoning/Exposure

Radio Silence

Ransom Note/Video

Rashes

Recovery

Reducing breaks or dislocations (bonus: out in the field with no painkillers available)

Reflection

Rejection

Reluctant Caretaker

Reluctant Whumpee

Reminded of trauma

Reopened Wound

Repressed Emotions

Repressed trauma resurfacing

Rescue

Rescued by the enemy

Rescues gone wrong

Respiratory Distress

Restraints

Reuniting

Revenge

Ringing Ears

Ritual sacrifice

Rockslides

Role Reversal

Rope Burns

Running fingers through hair (maliciously or comfortingly)

Running Out of Air

Ruptured eardrum

S

Sacrifice

Sadistic Choice

Sartorial constraints

Scars

Scoliosis

Scraped Knees

Scratched corneas

Scratches

Seasickness

Second impact syndrome

Secrets

Sedated

Seeing double

Seizures

Self esteem issues

Self induced injury to escape

Self sacrifice

Self-aid

Self-inflicted injury (to escape)

Semi-consciousness

Sensory Deprivation/Overload

Sentimental Items

Separation

Sepsis

Servitude

Setbacks in recovery

Severed Artery

Shaking Hands

Shipwreck

Shivering

Shock

Shock collar

Shot (gun, arrow, dart, etc...)

Shrapnel (blast/wounds)

Sick/injured at a party

Skull fracture

Slapped

Sleep Deprivation

Sleep Paralysis

Sleeping in the cold

Sleeplessness

Smashing their head into a wall

Smoke Inhalation

Snake Bites

Sneezing

So sick they can barely even stand or stay awake

Significant other taking care of wounds

So weak they have to hold on to something or someone to walk

Solitary Confinement

Special object being ruined/torn apart

Spinal Cord Injury

Split lip

Sprains

Stab Wounds

Stabbed (sword, spear, knife, TRIDENT!, etc...)

Stabbed through the back by the only person the whumpee trusted

Stage fright

Stalking

Status epilepticus

Stiches

Stings (insect, creature, plants)

Stitches

Stoic/Defiant Whumpee

Stoic/Rude/Harsh Reluctant Caregiver!Mentor & Ball of Sunshine Hurt!Mentee (platonic)

Stomach ache

Stomach Ulcers (a cause for vomiting up blood)

Stomach virus

Straight Jacket

Strangling

Strangulation resulting in bruised or swollen vocal chords and loss of voice + the process of regaining your voice and everything that comes with that trauma.

Stress (this could induce headaches/general illness)

Stress Position

Stumbling

Sucking chest wound

Suffocating

Sunburn

Super glued to toilet

Surgery

Surgery gone wrong

Surrendering

Survivor's Guilt

Swollen Lymph Nodes

T

Tachycardia

Taking the bullet

TBI (traumatic brain injury)

Team as a family

Team has a certain amount of time to get to their Whumpee before they’re killed

Team teaming up to take care of sick teammate

Temporary Loss of Sense(s)

Tendonitis

Tetanus

The Final Straw

Thrown from an explosion

Time Loop

Tiny whump

Tonsillitis

Tooth knocked out

Torn Ligaments - Achilles, Meniscus etc.

Torn Muscles

Torture

Touch Aversion/Touch Starved

Tranquilizer Dart

Trap

Trapped (whether this is after an explosion, car accident, natural disaster…)

Trapped Limbs

Trapped underwater

Trauma reveal

Tremors

Trust Issues

Truth spell/serum

Tuberculosis

Twisted ankle

U

Undead (vampires and ghosts and zombies, oh my!)

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Unresponsive

Upper respiratory infection

Used as bait

Usually big, strong and boisterous whumpee becomes quiet and weaker as the whumper conditions them.

UTI (Urinary Tract Infection)

V

Vampire whump

Vampires Thrall

Vehicular Accident

Venom

Vertigo

Very badly hurt and on life support - with slow recovery

Virus

Visions

Vocal chord paralysis

Vomiting/Vomiting blood

W

Waterboarding

West Nile virus

Whip scars

Whipping/Flogging

Whumpee being psychologically tortured via fake escape scenarios so when they are actually getting rescued they don't believe it. bonus point if they still don't think anything is real.

Whumpee dreams of a loved one happily inviting them “home” (They're actually dying IRL)

Whumpee getting the upper hand over whumper.

Whumpee stabbing whumper or beating their head into the ground over and over while sobbing, even when they’re clearly dead because they NEED to take their emotions out.

Whumpee turned Whumper

Whumpee watches caretaker take a bullet/hit/poison for them.

Whumper turned Caretaker

Whumper turned whumpee

Whumper with a crush

Wincing/Flinching

Wing whump

Wisdom Tooth Removal

Withdrawal

Withholding Medical Treatment

Witnessing. (Whumpee sees someone die in a brutal way. Whumpee sees someone get possessed/turned into a zombie/some other horrifying thing and they just stare horrified.)

Working for the enemy

Working through injury/illness

Working to Exhaustion

Wrists rubbed raw

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Wrongfully Accused/Arrested

Wrongfully fired

X

Xeroderma. (Extreme sun sensitivity)

XMRV is a newly identified human retrovirus that is similar to a group of mouse retroviruses (called murine leukaemia viruses, or MLVs)

Y

Yellow Fever

Z

Zombie virus, etc.

Zoonotic Hookworm

Zoonotic illness (It’s a disease carried or transmitted by animals to humans like tularemia or psittacosis)

Zosler (Shingles)

Zygomycosis (Fungal infection)

TAG LIST: Thank you very much to the following people for submitting ideas! (I apologise if some tags did not work, I'm not sure why tumblrs not letting me tag you!)

@I-eat-worlds | @greygullhaven | @letsgowhump | @cyberwhumper @firapolemos05 | @originaldeerhottub | @whumpilicious | @drawing-dinos82 | @carenrose | @stellarinuscronicles | @gottheseasonalblues | @marvelflame2010 | @sowhumpful | @avamcu | @courtneygacha | @lordofthewhumps | @autismmydearwatson | @kuddelmuddell | @the-most-handsome-ginger | @whirls-and-swirls | @painsandconfusion

[feng-huli]

Shao Nian Ge Xing 少年歌行 Novel Guide

Are you a fan of The Blood of Youth? Do you want to learn more about the characters and experience the world in a new way? Then it may be time to dive into the novel. With fun adventures, rich details, and excellent pacing, it's absolutely worth the read! 🔥🗡️

Chapters 1-27: https://creativenovels.com/novel/song-of-adolescence/

Note: the site with chapters 1-27 has ads.  

Chapters 28-194: https://shaoniangx.wixsite.com/sngx/post/book-2-chapters-28-194

Chapters 195-280: https://shaoniangx.wixsite.com/sngx/post/book-3-chapters-195-280

Chapters 281-460: https://shaoniangx.wixsite.com/sngx/post/sngx-book-4-chapters-281-460

Character Glossaries: 

https://shaoniangx.wixsite.com/sngx/book-2-characters

https://shaoniangx.wixsite.com/sngx/book-3-characters

https://shaoniangx.wixsite.com/sngx/book-4-characters

Helpful Terms: https://shaoniangx.wixsite.com/sngx/forms-of-address

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 13)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 4,702

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)

Notes: Sorry for the long wait but the time has finally cum

Also, this one is pretty gory, major tw for deceased children (they're not zombies tho)

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Day 194 Part 2

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“We are,” he answers, thumb stroking a soothing pattern across the exposed skin of your waist, calming you as if you might bolt away from them. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more.”

“One more,” you echo, eyes bouncing from Cassian’s to Azriel’s, behind you. The shadow pressing you further into Cassian’s chest is as serious as you’ve ever seen him, nodding firmly. They want this. You want this. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Azriel murmurs, meeting the lust filled gaze of his partner. Cassian’s deep hazel eyes are glued to your face though, primal and wanting painted clear as day. It makes Azriel's cock twitch in his pants.

Cassian continues, stroking a calloused thumb gently across your cheek. “We want you,” and there’s nothing but trust and truth sparkling within that look. You swallow roughly at the sight, at the low words that are nearly a growl of how much he wants you. “Do you want us?”

“Gods, yes,” you sigh, picturing what it will be like to have both of them in the same moment. Two men, complete opposites in personality, but have somehow found companionship in each other, in you. You’ve dreamt about the both of them together and the things they’ve done, but this time, the fleeting flash includes you too.

But there’s a part of you that’s still nervous. You crane your neck as best you can to meet Azriel’s blazing eyes, pupils dilated and fingers tightening on your hips as you give your attention to him. Only days ago he hated you, would take any opportunity to snap at you, but now…now he’s looking down at you like you’re the cure for this zombie-infested world. 

You’re looking for the confirmation that he wants this but it’s clearly written on his face, gold eyes glimmering, fingers stroking your sides in encouragement. If that wasn’t enough of an answer, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a grin surely does the trick, your heartbeat fumbling at the sight of something you hardly often see.

Your body reacts to him as he leans down. You fist his freshly cut locks as  he abandons holding your waist to cradle your neck instead, guiding you to meet his lips halfway. Azriel’s fingers press lightly into your neck as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth with a groan, tasting you once more.

Cassian’s hands roam freely, one finding your own and he twines your fingers together and lets you hold him like a vice while Azriel lays claim to your mouth. He watches the both of you intensely, cock achingly hard in his pants as he does so. The sight of Azriel finally taking what he wants from you, demanding and in charge always arouses him, especially as he sees the pink of his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

His other hand slides beneath your shirt to palm at your breasts. You moan in response, bowing your back for him as those calloused fingers smooth across your pebbled nipples. It’s the perfect angle of your body to writhe back against the hot cock at your backside. Your underwear is already soaked with your arousal and your jeans are feeling much too constricting right now.

Cassian can’t decide where he wants to taste you first. He wants to run his tongue across your peaked nipples, suck on the soft flesh of them and leave a red mark of his own, but the exposed skin of your throat around Azriel’s fingers is too inviting not to pass up. He leans down to kiss at your neck and you gasp into Azriel’s mouth but he soothes his tongue over yours and you fall back into the kiss easily, enjoying the feeling of Cassian’s teeth grazing softly as both men press you closer between them.

The three of you take up the entire doorway of the small bathroom but none of you care. Until Cassian hits his elbow on the doorframe as he hastily pulls his shirt over his head to let your wandering hands roam the planes of his chest.

“Fucking shit,” he curses, clutching his elbow with a pout. He frowns and you can’t help but laugh, finally pulling away from Azriel and looking up at him through dazed eyes. You’d heard the sound of his bone hitting the wood and winced, accidentally biting down on Azriel’s lip in the process. Indeed, you spot his tongue swiping out to lap up a bead of blood from where you’d punctured his lip. Shooting him an apologetic look, Azriel only shrugs in response, grinning down at you.

“Hello, that hurt,” Cassian exclaims, drawing you away from your heated stare with Azriel. You blush, turning away but shift your hips back against his, as much as a silent apology and a ‘we’ll finish this soon’ motion you’re willing to give. 

The soft thrust he answers with has heat coiling low in your gut.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, and are surprised by how gravelly your voice is with lust. Cassian’s eyes flash, the pout flattening as you give him your attention. “Want me to kiss it better?” 

He smirks, baring his canines, bumped elbow forgotten. He ducks his head, so close to you that his long lashes and lips brush against yours. 

“I know exactly what you can kiss,” Cassian says and doesn’t wait for an answer as he sweeps you into a kiss.

He doesn’t stop there, hauling you into his arms without detaching your lips makes you swoon, hands finding his hair and burying themselves deep. The kiss is animal, the raw need for you overtaking him completely. His chest is bare and you let your hands fall, exploring those broad shoulders covered in inky swirls, down the front of his chest. You wish he’d stripped you of your own shirt so you can press against him fully, bared and ready for his touch.

Azriel isn’t far behind, guiding the both of you in your ravenous states to the only room on the first floor. None of you care where you end up, as long as you’re all a writhing pile of bodies kissing and touching and fucking.

Cassian works at the button of your pants with one hand while Azriel tugs your shirt off from behind. His hands are like ice in the best way, light touches causing goosebumps to break out across your flesh as he pulls the fabric from your body.

Fingers dip into your undone pants, brushing across your clothed cunt and you cry out in pleasure, arching at the greedy touch, body falling back into Azriel’s, who catches you without trouble. He settles the both of you onto the bed, you between his legs as Cassian kneels over you, drinking the both of you in.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, eyes shining. A long moment passes, the man getting his fill of the two beacons in this hell infested world, feeling like he’s nearly whole again, but Cassian won’t get emotional, not right now when you’re half naked and thighs are spread wide for him to continue.

So he does, hands finding your skin first, followed by his mouth. Your chest heaves with pleasure as he works his way down, sucking a nipple into his mouth like he’s been waiting for, kneading the other in a large hand. Azriel’s stroking soothing patterns down your sides that do nothing to calm you down, only work you up more while he mutters filthily in your ear.

“Been thinking of all the ways we can take you,” he whispers, breath hot as you stare down at Cassian, working his way down your chest to the sensitive skin of your hips. You whimper at the words and the man dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. “All of those positions, what you’ll do with my cock in your mouth and Cassian’s in your cunt, or me in your cunt and him in your ass…so many possibilities.” 

You swear you could cum by his words and Cassian’s touch alone, but the latter is peeling your pants down your legs, panties along with them and suddenly you’re bare and glistening for him and he’s grinning like a wolf.

“Azriel, help me out here, would you?” He asks and Azriel doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands hook beneath your knees, pulling your legs higher, exposing more of your cunt to Cassian.

You grapple for something to hold onto when Cassian dips down and licks a stripe up your cunt for his first taste. You settle on digging your nails into Azirel’s forearms, who’s mouthing at your neck, eyes pinned to the man slipping his tongue through your folds.

“Heavens above,” you gasp, hips already canting for more.

“And hell below,” Azriel adds breathily, watching the way Cassian’s mouth devours you. He’s suddenly all too aware that his cock is pinned between your body and his.

Fuck. It’s been so long that you can already feel the coiling of heat flushing through your gut. You want to cum desperately, and Cassian is more skilled than you thought, tongue fucking into you before he sweeps upwards, swirling around your sensitive clit with fervor while Azriel spreads your legs wider for him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Cassian presses a finger into you, then two, curling them into your slick. They drag across your walls while he flicks your clit with his tongue, lathing over it in a slow lick that has your body bowing from the bed before he’s working you even faster now, fingers fucking into you while his mouth works its magic.

Your head collapses back on Azriel’s shoulder and he takes the opportunity to taste the sounds falling from your lips. As if by some telepathic agreement, Cassian’s free hand replaces Azriel’s, holding your legs spread for him while the man behind you snakes his hand down your front, tweaking your nipple at the same time Cassian nips at your swollen bud.

You cum with a cry that might have zombies swarming the property but you don’t care, not when you feel this good, their touch swallowing you as you fall off the edge of reality. Black dots your vision and your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, all for him, all for them. 

“Good girl,” Azriel says against your lips. You find the strength to bury your fingers in his hair, the other finding the back of Cassian’s neck as he rises from between your legs.

You think he’s going to kiss you, you want him to, want to thank him on your knees with his cock in your mouth, but instead he’s seeking out Azriel, sharing the taste of you with him with a groan that reverberates through your bones. Your breath hitches as you watch the both of them kiss, grunting softly as they battle for more with you pressed between them. 

Fuck, if they aren’t magnificent looking like that; pink tongues darting out to meet each other, red lips puffy with lust as they go. It makes you want to reach your hand down and touch yourself through it, the ethereal beauty of the men surrounding you.

Cassian is the first to break the kiss. He only pecks you on the lips with a murmur of appraisal that leaves you whimpering as he backs off of the bed, hands finding the button of his pants. Your mouth goes dry and Azriel is gently urging you off of him so he can join Cassian, who pauses his own work to help Azriel with his shirt.

Gods, you don’t know how they manage to stay in such shape though the end of the world. The cutting lines of Azriel’s hips emerge from beneath the black shirt Cassian’s slowly shoving up his body, as if he knows what a show is being displayed and wants to taunt you further. It’s hard to show you all of the angles Cassian wants to share but then there’s abdominals for days. You see matching swirling tattoos, the same ones that span across Cassian’s shoulders and then Azriel’s being led into a twist of his torso to show off the large wings tattooed on his back. Your breath catches in your throat at the intricacy of the needle work.

“Wow.”

Cassian smirks, running a large hand down the corded muscle of Azriel’s back, right across the wings. The latter shudders pleasurably in response and you tuck that information away for later. “I know right?”

He helps him with his pants, and Azriel’s scarred fingers tug Cassian’s down in one fell swoop, throbbing cocks bobbing upwards as they’re released from their confines. A heated glance passes between them before they’re finally turning towards you in all of their glory for you to feast upon.

“I haven’t had sex in ages,” you breathe, drinking in the long lengths of them. Gods, they’re so big and ready for you, pearls of precum at the tips and standing at attention. “I’ll have to work up to the both of you.”

Azriel chokes and Cassian groans your name, planting his hands on either side of you, forcing you to look up at him with those wide eyes. 

“We don’t ever expect you to have to take us both at the same time,” his voice is rough, strained. “But fucking hearing you say it makes me want it so badly. And if you want it someday, we’re more than willing to fill you with your needs.”

Your exhale is ragged as you picture the three of you together. Yes, yes, you want both of them inside of you, if not today, then when you have more time, when you’re more prepared, when you’re clean and familiar again with the act of sex. 

You nod because you don’t trust your voice right now. Cassian gives you a reassuring smile as Azriel climbs up onto the bed with both of you.

“Cass, at the head of the bed, please,” Azriel grunts, unable to take his eyes off of you. You feel much the same, even when Cassian wrenches Azriel’s head up with a sharp hand and kisses him harshly before doing as told. He settles himself against the headboard, hands propped behind his head looking oh-so ready for what’s about to come.

You find yourself more than ready for whatever direction the dark haired man is about to give you too.

“There you go,” he guides you gently to your hands and knees so you’re face to face with a smiling Cassian. His gaze softens as Azriel puts you where he wants you, reaching a hand out to stroke softly down your cheek, a question in his eyes.

You nod, more than eager to join them. You open your mouth to speak but Azriel’s brushing his fingers through your soaked folds and your arms nearly give out at the touch.

“All ready for me,” he nearly sounds like he’s in disbelief to have you on your hands and knees for him, ready for the taking. You peer over your shoulder to catch the bright golden eyes, the way they’re devouring you whole while he strokes his cock. 

“Please,” you exhale and he looks up. “Please.”

Azriel agrees and your breath sticks in your chest at the hot press of his tip, guiding himself into you with a groan. “So fucking tight,” he pants, and you have no response as he inches in.

Your arms are shaking so badly that you don’t think you’ll be able to hold yourself up. Cassian’s hands find your biceps, curling around and helping steady you. You thank him with a pleading look and he’s the only thing keeping you up as Azirel’s hips meet yours and you rock forward.

“It’s okay,” Cassian assures you, helping you down to your elbows. You’re face first with his cock, resting thick and hot against his lower abs. You want to take it in your mouth, want to taste him the way he tasted you. 

So you do.

On the pull of Azriel’s hips you fist Cassian’s cock, the both of them moaning deep and low. Azriel curses at the feeling of your warm walls around him, slick with excitement and pleasure while you drag the beading pearlescent precum down Cassian’s large shaft. You’re nearly drooling for him and his hands find your hair, sweeping it up into a fist as you guide your head down to taste.

He’s too big to fit all the way down, and your jaw stretches uncomfortably, but Cassian doesn’t seem to mind any of it. His head falls back against the headboard and the muscles of his stomach tighten as he tries to keep his hips from bucking into the wet cavern of your mouth.

Azriel doesn’t hold himself back, canting his hips into yours with a thrust that has you choking on Cassian’s cock. The weight of him in your mouth and Azriel at your backside is a type of safety you didn’t think you’d ever feel again, not when you’re running for your life on the daily from an unstoppable disease and those who have suffered with it.

But all of that is flushed from your mind as Azriel’s hands encircle your hips, holding you in place while he fucks into you. Cassian’s cock in your mouth is like silk and you can’t help yourself but to run your tongue up and down, swirling around as you manage to force your weight onto one arm to have a free hand to wrap around the rest of him.

“Gods,” Cassian pants, and he wants to squirm, to take your jaw in hand and shove himself deeper inside of you. You’re on par with how Azriel takes care of him, though your hand is smaller and more delicate as it draws pleasure from your touch. “You’re incredible.”

And you’re thinking the exact same thing about the both of them. Azriel's hand slides into the dip of your back, encouraging you to arch deeper for him. You do with pleasure and he growls as he sinks deeper, moves faster because the feeling is bubbling within him, about to spill over.

“Fucking perfect,” he repeats Cassian’s words from before because it’s the only statement he can remember and the only one that can describe the look and feel of you. “So fucking perfect.”

You whimper but it’s cut off by Cassian’s cock, no longer able to hold himself back when you’re doing such a good job with him. His hands find your cheeks, guiding you in all of the ways that he needs to finish, saying your name like a prayer.

You melt into the sheets when Azriel’s hand snakes around your front, straight to your clit, working you with frenzied strokes. It’s everything, exactly what you wanted when you pictured the three of you together, a mess of limbs and noises and fluids that none of you want to step away from.

Cassian cums with a shout, trying to lift your mouth from his cock. But you want him to cum in your mouth, you want to taste his musk as badly as you want to cum yourself, which you don’t have to wait for because Azriel’s fingers are like magic, drawing it from you like he’s known how to all along.

The man at your back talks you through it, the both of you, but the words are jumbled and you can’t make them out through the blinding haze of your second orgasm. All you hear are his curses as your cunt clenches tightly around him before he’s pulling out and there’s wet smearing across your back as he cums.

Time seems to slow as the three of you catch your breath. Your eyes are shut tight, body tired with the effort, using Casisan’s thick thigh as a resting place for your head as he strokes your hair softly. The taste of him is fresh on your tongue and you savor it, shuddering as fingers brush through the cum spattered on your back and hums of appreciation follow. 

“You want a taste, pretty girl?” Cassian asks, offering you some of Azriel’s cum on his fingers. You open your mouth, humming with pleasure at the taste of both of them on your tongue, too tired to even open your eyes.

The rest of the world falls from under you as you slip into a peaceful sleep.

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“What are you doing?” Azriel asks, finding you in the pantry sometime later, sorting through the items abandoned in there.

You look up to find him in his pants again, hair ruffled from sleep and from when you’d run your fingers through it. Your cheeks heat and he smirks, crossing large arms over his chest as he leans against the doorway, caging you in.

“Looking to see if any of this is still edible,” you sigh, pulling out a can of what Azriel thinks used to be peaches, but now looks like a jar of what might have started the apocalypse in the first place. “Want some?”

“Gods, no,” he responds with a shake of his head. “I’m not that desperate. Not yet, anyways.”

“So it’s settled,” you give him a cheeky grin, “I’ll keep them in my bag until you are that desperate.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, much fonder than all of the other times you’ve seen him make the same face. “And you’ll be crying when I’m eating those lovely peaches and you’ve got nothing.” He huffs, settling down on his haunches to help you in your search.

“Peaches?” you ask, genuinely confused. “I thought they were nectarines.” You examine the jar closely.

“Semantics.”

Azriel doesn’t do much to aid your search, but it’s because the house doesn’t have much of anything left. The company is nice though, and you don’t mind the comfortable silence between the both of you as you work.

By the time you’ve filtered through everything left, you’ve found one can of chili, and one very old hard candy that you let Azriel have. It stains his mouth blue and you find yourself crawling into his lap to suck the flavoring off his tongue.

Cassian finds you in that compromising position when he wakes from his own nap. His limp is nearly gone and he’s fully dressed, grinning like a wolf when he sees the both of you, but it quickly morphs into a full blown pout when he sees Azriel’s blue lips.

“You found candy and didn’t share? We share everything else, what the fuck?”

He can only be consoled by kisses from the both of you and a promise that he gets the next candy.

They both join you on your quest, picking apart each room carefully, finding little knick-knacks here and there to amuse yourselves with. You watch the delicate way Azriel looks at things, picking them up and examining them before setting them back exactly where they’d come from if he doesn’t deem them useful. Cassian is a lot more carefree with the process, breaking a lamp after accidentally bumping into the small table while rooting through the drawers.

You, on the other hand, can’t help but to look at the photos splayed across the top of the dresser. It’s a family of six, the mother and father gathering their children up in their arms in a way that was clearly instructed by the photographer, all of them wearing genuine smiles nonetheless.

It makes your chest ache a little.

There are some clothes upstairs in the closets that haven’t totally been eaten through by moths and other bugs, Cassian tossing the ones you deem fit for travel down the stairs to refold and pack again later.

The basement is the final place for inspection. It’s cold and empty down there, the carpet damn beneath your feet. It looks as if it had been renovated right before the apocalypse, because it’s complete but there’s a lack of furniture, nothing but the books on the lone built-in shelves.

You find interest anyway, looking at the spines for something that might look interesting. Who knows what you’ll need to resort to to pass the time until Rhys and Feyre get back? 

After a few minutes of looking, Cassian is bored of pretending like this interests him and lets his eyes wander from the stacks of novels.

He squints, backing up because the shelf itself looks weird, he realizes, and he notices the gap next to it. One that shouldn’t be there unless–

“I think it’s a door, you guys,” he says quietly. You share a look with Azriel and Cassian shines his flashlight into the crack. Sure enough, he sees hinges.

“Stand back and be ready,” Azriel murmurs to you, and you heed his warning, face stone cold and serious as you unsheath the knife at your belt.

The bookshelf pulls out with a loud groan of protest and Cassian shines his light around quickly but nothing jumps out at the three of you, a good sign. There’s a big metal door in front of you instead, and Azriel deems it a bunker door or sorts.

“Looks like these people were prepared,” Azriel compliments, assessing the door.

“Do you think there’s anyone inside?” Cassian asks, and the two share a look.

“Only one way to find out.”

There’s an unsettled feeling curling in your stomach but they’re already prying the door open, muscles straining with the effort.

“Fuck,” Cassian hisses, all of you throwing your arms over your noses and mouths at the smell that leaks through the room, momentarily letting your guard down from the stench alone. The smell is one of the worst things you’ve ever experienced and you know that they should close the bunker back up right now.

It’s bright in there, and there must be lights powered by the solar panels on the roof, but the sight inside is Gods awful.

The first thing Cassian notices is the walls.

Deep scratches in the concrete, looking like something inhuman. There’s crimson dried dark blood, he picks up on quickly, and he shudders at the message ‘Sorry’ written there in big, sloppy letters.

He doesn’t want to look down.

Azriel finds himself frozen to his spot, bile rising in his throat. There’s bones covered by decaying flesh, sunken and withered. So many too, and it makes him sick.

But there’s still one that looks like he died more recently. The father, he supposed, blood around his lips and what he thinks is a hand being held in black-decayed fingertips. There’s a bullet hole in his head, too, free hand clutching a copy of the exact picture you’d looked at earlier.

You can’t move.

“Oh, Gods,” you gasp, before you’re spinning on your heel and leaving the room. Cassian and Azriel can hear you vomiting loudly from where they’re stuck in the door.

Cassian averts his eyes from the cannibal father in front of him and comes to your side, Azriel shutting the heavy door behind him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep again. He shoves the bookshelf back into its place but the stench still sears his nostrils.

You can’t stay here.

You’re shaking like a leaf in Cassian’s arms, curled up on yourself as much as you were this morning and had been sleeping peacefully. Cassian has moved you away from where you’d been sick on the carpet, trying to soothe your shaking with a sad look in his eyes.

They need to get you away from here. And quickly.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, running a hand over your hair before letting Cassian help you up the stairs. You lean heavily against him and are slow moving to the first floor, tears streaming down your face silently.

Cassian hates himself for even finding the bunker.

“We’ll wait for Rhys and Feyre out here,” Azriel announces, but his voice is low and almost broken. You’re outside of the house, sitting on the front stairs with Cassian. He’s pulled you into his lap and runs his fingers down your back in a soothing motion, allowing you to bury your head into his neck while he whispers soothing words into your ear. “They’ll be back soon.”

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[lookingforhappy]

the commission had Leon Trotsky - who was a important figure in the Russian revolutions, was second in command to Valdimir Lenin, and who opposed Stalin's politics - assassinated.

the file this is found in is addressed as one of Five's cases ↑

transcript:

MEMORANDUM ON INTENDED EVENTS RE: THE DEATH OF LEON TROTSKY August 21, 1940 Background: On 24 May 1940, Trotsky survived a raid on his villa by armed assassins led by the NKVD agent Iosif Grigulevich and Mexican painter David Alfaro Siqueiros. Trotsky's 14-year-old grandson, Vsevolod Platonovich "Esteban" Volkov (born 7 March 1926), was shot in the foot, and a young assistant and bodyguard of Trotsky, Robert Sheldon Harte, was abducted and later murdered. Trotsky's other guards fended off the attackers. Event to Occur: With the previous attack thwarted, the following is to take place, ensuring continuity. Trotsky has already created cover by claiming that Josef Stalin would seek additional assassination attempts. On 20 August 1940, Trotsky will be attacked in his study with an ice axe by one Mr. Mercader, whom he has not previously met. Our agent will assume the guise of Mr. Mercader. The blow to his head is to be bungled and fail to kill Trotsky instantly, but nonetheless prove fatal. A struggle will ensue and though the agent is to be captured, his extraction will occur at a future moment of Commission discretion, at which time a bosy double will be placed as perpetrator and will stand trial for the assault. His sacrifice for the Commission will be noted in the logs. Witnesses are to see the following and make their claims to the new media and local law enforcement: that Trotsky spat on Mercader and began struggling fiercelt with the assasilant, which results in Mercader's hand being broken. Hearing the commotion, Trotsky's bodyguards burst into the room and nearly killed you, but Trotsky will stop them, stating that the assassin should be made to answer questions. Trotsky will then be taken to a hospital, operated on, and survive for more than a day, dying at the age of 60 on 21 August 1940 from exsanguination and shocck. The agent will testify at trial and remain imprisoned until the moment of extraction and replacement by the secrificial unit. A history of Trotsky's exile: In February 1929, Trotsky was deported from the Soviet Union to his new exile in Turkey. During his first teo months in Turkey, Trotsky lived with his wife and eldest son at the Soviet Union Consulate in Constantinople and then at a nearby hotel in the city. In April 1929, Trotsky, his wife and son were moved to the island of Buyukada (aka Prinkipo) by the Turkish authorities. On Prinkipo, they were moved into a house called the Yanaros mansion, where Trotsky and his wife lived until July 1933. During his exile in Turkey, Trotsky was under the surveillance of the Turkish police forces of Mustafa Kemal Pasha. Trotsky was also at risk from the many former White Army officers who lived on Prinkipo, officers who had opposed the October Revolution and who had been defeated by Trotsky and the Red Army in the Russian Civil War. However, Totsky's European supporters volunteered to serve as bodyguards and assured his safety. Trotsky's house, the Yanaros mansion on the island of Buyukada in Turkey, as it

TROTSKY ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT INTELLIGENCE SUMMARY Place | Date | Hour | Summary of Events and Information | Remarks MOSCOW, April | 2. | A deviation occured in the first agent's plot assassinate Leon Trotsky in May of 1940. | EF 5. | Progress in planning of the second plot, for August 20, 194, has progressed unhindered. | SB MEXICO CITY May | 7. | Leon Trotsky will be in his study on August 20, 1940, as expected, and will be welcoming his guest, one Mr. Mercader, whom he has never met previously. | - 9. | The tool to be used for this attack, an ice axe, will be placed in discrete location No. 224-MC-B12, Annex 16, per Commission protocol. | EF 20. | The Mission objective will be carried out, after which time the parameters of expected history will be reset to their correct trajectories. | TD Instructions regarding Intelligence Summaries are contained in Regula II and the Management Manual. Title pages will be prepared in manuscript.

To CASE MANAGER 0038 From FIELD AGENT 00293 Subject Trotsky assassination attempt Pneumatic Transit Code [multiple strongs of number as seen in the image above] My recommendation is to reconsider our current outlook concerning the viability of the subject's tool of action, the ice axe, in light of recent events. The project has stalled at numerous points over the past months and contines to progress at a menial pace. Should the current iteration of the device be completed as is it will fail to provide enough force to puncture the fuel tank given the density of the aluminum alloy used in the manufacturing of the encasement. I expect that the subject will proceed as required.

[timdrakesbussy]

My SDV height + age hcs

(Quick note: I am a short girl, like not even 160 cm (5’3) so my perception of tall people may be different from yours. Also, I used metric system so if the feet and inches are wrong, do tell so I can correct it)

Bachelorettes

• Abigail

I actually like her to be so short that she made Sebastian look tall and Sam looked like a giant so maybe at most 160 cm (5’3) but I like her to be 155 cm (5’1). To me, she’s the youngest in the trio but not by much so maybe 21-22.

• Emily

She and Haley (and Leah) are the taller bachelorettes, definitely above 170 cm (5’7) not as tall as Haley but still pretty tall. I think she’s about 173 cm (5’8). She’s definitely one of the older bachelorettes and I like her a bit older than Leah so 31-32.

• Haley

The tallest bachelorette, she could be a model in the city due to her beauty and height. She’s at LEAST 175 cm (5’9) but she can be taller. A bit older than Abigail, so 23.

• Leah

One of the taller bachelorettes but still shorter than the sisters, 170 cm (5’7) is perfect to me. She’s a bit younger than Emily and Elliott but still one of the older marriageable character so 28-30 years old.

• Maru

Despite both Robin and Demetrius being tall, Maru is average at most. She’s not short but not as tall either, I think 165 cm (5’5) is perfect height for her. IMO she’s the youngest bachelorette and the youngest marriageable character overall, she’s a genius so I think she skipped grades and gets degree earlier. 19-20 years old.

• Penny

If Abigail is short, then Penny is tiny. Her and Pam are very short so they make many of the residents look tall, she’s no more than 152 cm (5’0). She’s slightly older than the ASS trio (+Alex and Haley) but she’s not part of the older marriageable characters so she’s about 24-25 years old.

Bachelors

• Alex

He’s a pretty tall and athletic guy, definitely above average so I think he’s about 183-185 cm (6’0-6’1). He’s the same age as Haley, Sebastian, and Sam (23 years old).

• Elliott

He’s built like those hunks in bodice ripper novel covers so he’s TALL, at the very least he’s 188 cm (6’2). He’s one of the older marriageable character and he’s definitely in his 30s, my hc is that he’s the youngest one in the trio of older bachelors so I think he’s about 32 years old.

• Harvey

He’s like a Slenderman, very tall and lanky. To me, he’s the tallest bachelor and one of the tallest characters. He’s actually 195 cm (6’4ish) but he has terrible posture so he looks 190-191 cm (6’3). He’s the oldest canon marriageable character and he has MD so he’s at least 34 years old but I think he’s 37.

• Sam

He’s above average but has long limbs that made him look taller, he’s 180-182 cm (5’11) but sometimes likes to claim he’s 6’0. Despite acting like a teenager, he’s 23.

• Sebastian

Robin might be tall but he did not get her genes on that one, the rest? Sure, especially his face but not height, sadly. I think 173 cm (5’8) is the perfect height for him, but sometimes I like to make him 170 cm (5’7) for shits and giggles. 23 years old.

• Shane

SHORT KING, shortest bachelor and at most he’s 165 cm (5’5). He’s in his 30s (34-36 to be more specific).

Others

Caroline: 47 years old, 162 cm (5’3)

Clint: 38 years old, 194 cm (6’3)

Demetrius: 48 years old, 196 cm (6’4)

Evelyn: 83 years old, 151 cm (4’11)

George: 82 years old, 175 cm (5’9)

Gil: 56 years old, 177 cm (5’10)

Gunther: 45 years old, 178 cm (5’10)

Gus: 54 years old, 179 cm (5’10)

Jas: 7 years old, 124 cm (4’0)

Jodi: 41 years old, 158 cm (5’2)

Kent: 42 years old, 190 cm (6’3)

Leo: 8 years old, 118 cm (3’10)

Lewis: 63 years old, 173 cm (5’7)

Linus: 58 years old, 176 cm (5’9)

Marlon: 53 years old, 185 cm (6’1)

Marnie: 51 years old, 160 cm (5’3)

Morris: 49 years old, 180 cm (5’11)

Mr. Qi: 36 years old, 187 cm (6’2)

Pam: 54 years old, 150 cm (4’11)

Pierre: 47 years old, 174 cm (5’8)

Prof. Snail: 67 years old, 167 cm (5’6)

Rasmodius: He either aged slowly so he’s old but looked younger or he aged normally, if the latter then he’s 50 years old. 192 cm (6’3)

Robin: 46 years old, 178 cm (5’10)

Sandy: 34 years old, 183 cm (6'0)

Vincent: 7 years old, 126 cm (4’1)

Willy: 55 years old, 183 cm (6’0)

BONUS

(Some) Expanded

Andy: 48 years old, 181 cm (5’11)

Claire: 26 years old, 166 cm (5’5)

Lance: 27 years old, 186 cm (6’1)

Martin: 16 years old, 176 cm (5’9)

Olivia: 50 years old, 163 cm (5’3)

Scarlett: 21 years old, 164 cm (5'4)

Sophia: 21 years old, 162 cm (5’3)

Susan: 42 years old, 168 cm (5’6)

Victor: 22 years old, 178 cm (5’10)

[fecto-forgo]

pokepasta masterlist

masterlist of all pokemon creepypastas ive read so far, at someones request+for funsies.ranges from "everyone knows this one" to "deviantart user heaven" to "wiki recommended at 2 am"

(note ill be linking each pastas latest version if they have been rewritten, either by the creator or done with their permission.shouldnt be hard to hunt their original versions if you wanna see smth you remember from old days)

lost silver (fan game in link)

strangled red

glitchy red (r slur is used in a certain part)

buried alive (rom hack)

hypno's lullaby* (song cover)

easter egg:snow on mt silver (fan game) (fan game 2)

(creepy) black (rom hack)

lavender town syndrome (supposed original song)

ash's coma

satanic lavender town (rom hack) (alt ending rom)

HM slave

tommy boy

my shining star

forever mine (TW for suicide in this one)

explorers of death

bad egg manaphy

nasty plot

pokemon dead channel

pokemon dead channel 2

pokepark wii:pikachu's return

ashamed

.194

my guardian angel

pokemon:perfect

pokemon lovelost

flames of life

fallen leaf

jessica

event gone wrong

little red rabbit

disabled

braid

tarnished gold (short rom)

battery ditto

dark green

abandon lonliness (rom hack)

prevention of evolution

lonely pikachu

blue tears (rom hack (flashing cw))

bittersweet

i love you, doll!

hell bell

stained silver

ketsuban

false pokémon copies news report

*as far as i can tell the creepypasta is mostly the song, as looking it up shows multiple different stories based off of it+w the fnf mods name its now impossible to properly hunt a supposed original down as it takes over the results

bonus:

escape from lavender town:game maker game using assets of pokemon yellow based on the lavender town syndrome rumors, very short, heavy flashing warning, the sequence after the game is closed might induce nausea.

uhcakip.exe and it's prequel pokemon death version:screamer games with some flashing by the creator of IHATEYOU.exe, the much more known mario creepypasta game, they're no longer downloadable but have full gameplays up

pokemon monochrome ask blog:ask blog made by person responsible for a lot of the stories linked here! has full art n photos, huge recommend! (note:the chrono tag feature is usually broken on mobile tumblr, open it on desktop mode on a browser if it leads to an empty page)

purin's lullaby:archival wiki for an old DeviantArt ARG, the link will take you to the timeline page, i havent looked much myself but i believe enough links have survived the test of time you can understand it (not to be mistaken w FNF's purin, they just share the design)

this list will be updated as i read more, feel free to suggest any not here

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 221. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: my god AM I RUSTY. this ended being longer than planned heh,sorry.(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: SMUT,kitchen s3x, bradley is a good husband and has the eating skills * wink wonk *

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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-

She sees the little note on her side of the bed when she wakes up, which is quite late if she can say so herself. This week was rough, it was quite something and her body was feeling it. She lies there, on her side, half covered by the sheets with her eyes on the tiny yellow piece of paper sticking to the mattress.

There’s a little smiley face on it and Beatrice has to force her arm to move and reach it,plucking it from the surface and turning towards her eyes. She smiles, sleepily so, when she reads his words on it.

“I know it’s the weekend and you want me to relax, but I just got back from the gym and I want you to relax too.” her eyes look down, “PS: let me know when you are up ;)”

Beatrice hums, burying half of her face on the pillow as she rereads his message over and over. She is so tired though…she doesn’t even know what time it is, she’s so comfortable…but her husband is doing what he can for her right now so she just moves around a bit - thankfully her body isn’t that sore anymore, god bless her doctors - until she manages to sit up.

And as if it was magic, she hears a low whistle from the door, “Heey.” he calls from behind as Beatrice rubs her eyes with both hands, “There she is.”

“Mmmm,hi Roos.”

“Hi.” he tilts his head, smiling because she was still so sleepy, “Did you sleep well?” considering she was mumbling and nodding her head every now and again, he could assume that yes she did, “Did I wake you?”

“No…” she says, yawning, groaning deeply when her joints popped as she stretched, “Uuuugghh,no,you didn’t…is Nikki still asleep?”

“Yep,checked on her a few minutes ago, that morning snack was good for her.” he says, “You okay?”

“I slept,” she begins, “Like a rock after I breastfeed her and after we went to the hospital.” she did get there earlier to see the twins and she was literally broken with how tired she was, “I think everything that happened this week kinda…hit me.”

Bradley watched as Beatrice rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched her body, the way she groaned as her joints popped making him wince in sympathy. He could see the exhaustion etched into her features, the toll that the week had taken on her.

He crossed the room and sat down beside her on the bed, his arm wrapping around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry, baby," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "I know it's been a tough week for you."

Beatrice leaned into his side, seeking the warmth and comfort of his presence. She sighed, her head resting on his shoulder. "It has been," she admitted. "But it's not your fault, Roos. I just...I worry about the twins, and Nikki, and everything at the Hard Deck. It's a lot."

"I know," Bradley murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "But you don't have to carry all of it on your own, Bea. We're a team, remember?"

She nodded, "I know, and I'm so grateful for that. But sometimes it's hard to switch off, you know?And–” she pauses, eyes slowly looking down his torso, “...where’s your shirt?”

Bradley chuckled at her change in topic, her eyes drifting downward as she noticed his shirtless state. "I was just messing around in the garden," he explained with a playful grin. "But then I heard you stirring, so I thought I'd check on you first."

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at the sight of her shirtless husband. Despite her fatigue, he had a way of making her heart race. "Well, aren't I lucky to have such a handsome wake-up call," she teased, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.

His grin widened as her fingers danced across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "I could say the same about you," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "Even with a bedhead, you're absolutely stunning, Bea."

Beatrice blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. She hadn't expected this playful banter when she woke up, but it was a pleasant surprise. "Flattery will get you everywhere, LC" she quipped, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Their kiss was tender and filled with affection, a kiss that could’ve deepened if he hadn’t pulled back, gently letting go of her lower lip, letting it bounce back to where it was. “...I love kissing you.”

"I love kissing you too, Roos," 

He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face and asked, "So, what are your plans for today, my sleepy beauty?"

Beatrice leaned into his touch, enjoying the affection. "Well," she began, "I think I'll start with a nice, long shower to wake myself up. And then maybe we can have a leisurely breakfast together."

Bradley nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. Anything else?”"

“No…not really." she makes a face, “I really don’t want to leave the bed- our mattress is so soft.”

Bradley chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to trace comforting circles on her back. "I know what you mean," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Our bed is incredibly comfortable."

Beatrice smiled and nestled closer to him, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the warmth of their embrace. Despite the fatigue that still clung to her, being in Bradley's arms made her feel safe, she couldn’t help but nuzzle against his bare chest.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. "You know," he began, "I could always join you for that shower. It might be just what we both need to fully wake up."

She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that so, LC?" she teased. "Are you trying to tempt me into spending the entire morning in bed with you?"

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe," he replied, his voice a husky whisper. "Is it working?"

Beatrice laughed, the sound melodic and warm. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

He shrugged, his fingers continuing to play with her hair. "Guilty as charged."

With a contented sigh, Beatrice snuggled even closer, her head resting against his chest. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she murmured, sighing once she lifted her head “But…I think I might need that shower sooner rather than later," she admitted, her voice still drowsy.

Bradley pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Take your time, baby," he said. "I'll be here when you're ready."

Beatrice gave him a sleepy smile before reluctantly untangling herself from his embrace. She stood up from the bed, her legs slightly wobbly from their extended cuddle session. "I won't be too long," she promised as she made her way to the bathroom. 

“I’ll still be here.” he winks, “By the way,” he drops his eyes to her ass, “I love those panties.”

“I’m not wearing any.”

“Exactly.”

The atmosphere feels heavy, so heavy that it draws a deep breath out of her, one that only adds to the obvious rise in temperature in the room. She partially hides herself on the bathroom door, “You are awful.” he kisses in direction, then winks one more time before she finally disappear from his view.

“The shower idea is still open~”

“You are terrible~”

He snorted quietly, then looked around for a second…then Bradley took the opportunity to tidy up their bedroom. He folded the blankets and fluffed the pillows, wanting to create a serene and welcoming environment for when she returned, not like she left for another country but he knew she’d like that. 

In reality, he was surprised how much he was going through it so easily. Therapy was doing wonders to him. Dr.Paulson was amazing, and while the man understood Rooster’s schedule wasn’t always frequent, he couldn’t ignore the progress the pilot was making.

As Bradley put the finishing touches on tidying up the bedroom, his thoughts drifted back to the past few months. It had been a rollercoaster of a journey for both him and Beatrice. The premature birth of their twins had been a shock, followed by the countless hours spent at the hospital, the emotional strain of watching their tiny babies fight for their lives in the neonatal intensive care unit.

Bradley had always prided himself on being a strong and capable person, both in his career as a pilot and in his personal life. But the experience of becoming a father had tested him in ways he had never imagined. It had forced him to confront his fears, his insecurities, and his need for control.

It was during one of those moments of self-reflection that he had decided to seek therapy. He knew that he couldn't be the partner and father he wanted to be if he didn't address his own emotional well-being. Dr. Paulson had been a godsend, helping him navigate the complex terrain of his thoughts and emotions.

And according to his doctor it was ‘like climbing Everest, but he was doing fine.’

The therapy sessions had been sporadic, given Bradley's demanding schedule, but they had provided him with valuable tools to manage his anxiety and stress. He had learned the importance of communication, of sharing his feelings and fears with Beatrice more often rather than keeping them bottled up. 

He was almost finished when he saw Jolene by the door, wagging her tail, “Hey Jojo, Nikki needs me?” Jolene barks as if to say yes, then he sighs, standing to his feet while letting Beatrice know where he was going. She told him it was okay before returning to her quiet singing in the shower.

Rooster runs his hands through his hair, checking his phone for any messages - ‘anyone up for some poker tonight?’ ‘payback we aren’t playing with you’ ‘:( guys you hurt my feelings like that ‘- and shoving it into his pocket once he was done. He stopped by the living room door, seeing Nicole standing in front of the tv, immobile, one of her toys clenched tight on her hand while her other was resting on Jack’s neck, being her support.

She could stand so much better now.

And she had no idea he was there.

He stops for a second, she looked fine? There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary on his daughter, but he did approach her cautiously. Nicole,however, turned her head to look at him, “Hi!” he coos, earning a soft giggle from her, “Hi baby girl! What’s up? You having fun watching Dr.Chimp?” the cartoon chimpanzee in question was currently being electrocuted while everyone else was laughing.

He was glad to say some things didn’t change when he was younger.

Nicole gurgled in response, her tiny hands reaching out towards him. Bradley gladly took her into his arms, lifting her up in the air and eliciting a chorus of delighted giggles from her. She was getting heavier by the day, a testament to her growing strength and vitality.

"You're getting so big, Nikki," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her chubby cheek. "Pretty soon, you'll be running around like a little tornado. Wanna get into track racing? Your aunt Nat is good at that.”

Nicole babbled in response, her bright eyes fixed on him as she tapped his cheeks with both of her tiny hands, “Listen, okay,” he sputters, “Wanna help me finish up in the garden? We need to water the plants.”

Nicole's bright eyes seemed to consider his proposal. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the TV, torn between the cartoon world and her father's offer. Bradley knew that the decision was a big one for a baby, the very first big internal conflict,and he waited patiently for her response.

"It'll be fast," he assured her, trying to tempt her with the promise of adventure.

Nicole made a little noise, still contemplating her options. Then, with a decisive movement, she dropped her head onto his shoulder, a clear signal that she had made her choice.

"There you go," Bradley chuckled, hugging her closer. "Looks like we're going to the garden, sweetie pie."

With Nicole in his arms, Bradley made his way back to the garden, where the scent of blooming flowers and the soft rustling of leaves greeted him. The sun cast a warm glow over their small oasis, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple pleasures of life.

As they began to water the plants together, Bradley couldn't help but talk to Nicole. He described the different flowers and their colors, the importance of taking care of the garden, and the beauty of nature. Nicole listened intently, her bright eyes absorbing every word.

"You see, Nikki," Bradley said with a smile, "dada has no idea what these plants are, but mama does. I just water them.” he says and Nicole responded with a bubbly babble, her tiny fingers reaching out to touch the leaves of a nearby plant. Bradley gently lifted her up so she could have a better reach and touch it.

He heard Beatrice’s footsteps from inside, then the sound of the glass door slowly opening and he turned to see his wife, wearing one of his long shirts - God,she looked good- and drinking something from her mug, “Hi,” he smirks, “I’m watering everything.”

“Mhm.” she folds one of her arms under her bust and therefore under her opposite limb, “I can see it, thank you.”

“Am I doing a good job?”

“You always do.”

His cheeks heated up a little, the praise…was good for his ego. But Beatrice didn’t stay there long, she disappeared for a few minutes only to sit down on the kitchen table, folding her arms and dropping her head on top. Bradley, still holding the hose - and Nicole- furrowed his brows…the shower wasn’t that successful,he assumed while continuing the tasks.

“Babe?” he calls, earning a soft ‘mm?’ from her, ‘You good?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m tired.”

Bradley couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as he heard Beatrice's tired voice. Her response was simple, but it carried the weight of exhaustion and the burden of everything they had been through in the past weeks. He knew that Beatrice was a strong and resilient woman, but even the strongest had their moments of vulnerability.

He finished watering the plants in the garden and carefully set the hose aside. Nicole, still in his arms, gurgled happily as she observed the colorful blooms around her as he made his way back to the kitchen, where Beatrice sat at the table with her head resting on her folded arms. Her tousled hair framed her face, mug inches from her arms and her back moving slowly as she breathed in and out. He couldn't help but worry about her well-being.

He approached her with a soft smile, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Babe?" he called softly, his voice filled with concern.

Beatrice lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. There was a vulnerability in her gaze, a weariness that tugged at his heart. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice soft.

"You sure?"

Beatrice let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. “...no.” she admitted, her voice carrying the weight of exhaustion.

Bradley's heart ached at her words. He understood the toll that recent events had taken on her. The premature birth of their twins, the long hours at the hospital, the worry and stress – it had all added up. 

He pulled out a chair and sat down beside her, careful not to disturb Nicole, who was still nestled in his arms. "I know, baby," he said softly, his hand rubbing her back in a soothing gesture. "It's been a tough week, for both of us."

Beatrice nodded, her exhaustion evident in the lines on her face. "I just... I feel like I haven't had a moment to breathe," she admitted, her voice wavering slightly.

"I know," Bradley murmured, his thumb gently tracing circles on her back. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders."

She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I know, Roos," she said, touching his cheek "And I'm so grateful for you, for everything you do."

Bradley smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "And I want to make things easier for you, even if it's just a little."

Beatrice's lips curved into a tired but appreciative smile. "You already do, every day."

He reached out to hold her hand, their fingers entwining. "Let me take care of you, Bea," he said softly. "You've been taking care of all of us, and now it's your turn to be taken care of."

She leaned her head against his shoulder, her tired body seeking comfort and support. "You always do.”

“Let me do more then.” he feels her brows scrunch against his shoulder, “Why don’t we go out tonight? What do you think?”

“...I dunno…” she whispers, “Is…I dunno.”

She couldn’t even finish her own thoughts, poor thing.

He gently squeezed her hand, offering her a reassuring smile. "How about this," he suggested, "we don't have to decide right now. We can take it easy for the rest of the day, and if you feel up to it later, we can go out. If not, then we'll have a cozy night in. No pressure."

Beatrice's eyes softened with gratitude. "That sounds nice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to recharge."

"Take all the time you need, baby," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "I'll be right here with you."

With that settled, they sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Nicole, who had been observing their interaction with curious eyes, let out a contented gurgle from Bradley's arms, as if she sensed the tranquility that had settled over her parents.

Then she yawned, quietly, nuzzling her father shoulder and closing her eyes, ‘Oh,mood.” Beatrice whispered, “Me too,Nikki.” and she gently rubs her daughter’s cheek, “Maybe she should nap.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” he smiles, “Wait for me here?”

“Mhm.” she closes her eyes when he leans closer for another kiss to her forehead, walking away with Nicole in his arms. Beatrice,while tired, couldn’t help but admire her husband’s backside…and back…and arms.

Nice.

-

She must’ve napped because she woke up feeling something soft and wet touching her cheek, “Baby.” she inhales in surprise, blinking her eyes open only to see Bradley’s face close to hers, “Hey there.” he coos, rubbing her chin, “You were sleeping again.”

“M’ sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he whispers, gently removing her from her chair and bouncing her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist,while her arms were on his shoulders and her head was against his neck, “What you wanna do now?” he questions, “We have the whole weekend for ourselves…we can figure something fun to do,right?”

“Yeah…” she whispers, dragging her eyes to his bare chest, the hair dusted there was always so soft and it was so attractive. Beatrice fidgets a bit on his hold, “We can…”

A pause.

“...baby,I know those eyes.” and she slowly lifted her green irises to his face, “I know those eyes way too well.” he does look back to where he once stood then smirked, cupping both of her ass cheeks in his hands, “Where?”

“...um…” she looks around quickly, “...kitchen?”

And his mouth falls open, giving his wife a narrowed look, “You little minx. You wanna do it here?” but he’s already taking her to the counter, setting her on the cold marble - enough to make her hiss with discomfort - and dragging his huge hands down her legs, “God,I fuckin’ love it.” he purrs, nipping her jawline and then her neck, “You sure you are awake enough for this?” he coos, his hands sliding up her thighs until they reached the crease of her pelvis - unfortunately,she was wearing panties.

Fortunately, those were also his favorite ones.

Beatrice sighs, placing a hand on the back of his neck to push him closer. The dogs were with Nicole, their daughter was fine and the twins were fine- god she just wanted a break. “Yes, please.” she undulates her hips towards him, her neck craning back when his lips danced on her skin. In her upside down vision she could see the neighbor’s house there about to retract her idea when he stopped her.

“They are out of town,gorgeous.” he says, hands moving up her curves under the shirt and his lips are down to her collar bones, “So, you know, it’ll be good.” and his teeth drag down her skin, creating red lines until he found her chest. He doesn’t bite on it too much, not even dares to put his mouth on either globe of flesh considering how much she’s been sore these past days.

So he focused on something else. Bradley’s lips were still going down, ending up crouched in front of her parted legs, nuzzling the inside of her thighs and kissing where the skin ended and her panties began. He looked up at her only to find she was already gazing downwards, her face beet red and her lips glossy because of her own saliva, “...Brad…” she whispers, almost in fear.

This wouldn’t be the first time after she had the kids but…she was nervous. Her husband understood, he always did, ‘Don’t worry,” he whispers, gently nudging the pantie’s crotch to the side, exposing her flushed core to his hungry eyes, “I got you,babe.” he flicks his eyes up one final time, ‘Tell me if you feel any discomfort,alright?”

“O-Okay.”

“That’s my girl.” he replies quietly, mouth already salivating before he digs in, amazingly how she was already wet. The way he could make her like that still amazed him. Beatrice whimpered, digging her teeth on her lower lip as she leaned her head back - the thunk! of her scalp hitting the glass adding to the sounds around them. 

He digs his fingers on her plush thighs, tugging her forward just a little bit more. She’s not out of the counter, but her butt is hanging just the tiniest amount out of it, he needed space to maneuver, “Brad…” she whispers, ‘F-Fuck…” he voice was so quiet, which he didn’t mind. Even if their neighbors were out of town, they weren’t alone.

His mouth was absolute heaven, her eyes fluttered closed and she clenched her thighs around his head, pushing him closer to her while trying to hold onto something - anything - the second he moved his tongue faster. He knew he could make her scream if he so desired, and while it was tempting, they had to be careful. “Brad…” she whimpers, “I…I want…” his ears perked up “Please…I want you…in-in me.”

His pupils enlarged immediately, he was already hard to the point it was hurting. He kisses her center one last time, a string of fluid connects to his lips, before he stands up, slamming their mouths together, “I want to be inside you too.” he laughs against her lips, tugging her panties a bit more to the side while her own hands pulled on his loose pants. He sighed, her warm,soft hand immediately wrapped around him to guide him into her.

Her eyes met his and he almost melted. She looked tired, she looked exhausted,she looked like she wanted to forget all the troubles for one second and she was begging him to help her. He nods, even if she doesn’t say anything, grabbing the back of her thighs to give him more room and slowly,oh so slowly, slides inside of her.

Both of them were still partially clothed in case there’s an emergency and they need to hurry out, but neither complained. Rooster’s hands were now on her waist instead of her legs, while hers were on his chest and stomach, nails biting on the defined muscle and making him lose his mind, “Fuck, you feel so good.” he whispers, pressing their foreheads together, their eyes following the way he moved in and out of her.

“You…too…” she whispers, yelping at a sudden thrust, one that makes him smirk while keeping his eyes on her. She holds onto his shoulders, for dear life, to be anchored, to be safe and she whimpers again. “Lieutenant-Commander?” his eyes snap to hers immediately, “M-May I ask for you to…move…f-faster?”

“...fuck, permission granted.” and he just pulls her closer, this time she does end up hitting something, she’s not sure what but it doesn’t break nor makes a sound loud enough to make them worried. His hands dig on her buttcheeks, keeping them close while his forehead presses up against hers, their eyes partially open when his hips piston against hers.

Beatrice mouths his name, her silent moans were the sexiest thing he had ever seen and his eyes never leave hers, “Fuckin’ Christ,I love how you feel.” he says back, making sure he had a strong grip on Beatrice when their thrusting got faster and his lips ended up meeting hers to swallow any loud moans that might come out of her mouth.

She gasps into his mouth, her fingers digging on his arms as her own hips move at the same pace, trying her best to have her orgasm as quietly as she could. Rooster pulled back from her lips with a soft smack, then placed his thumb against her mouth - which she immediately wrapped her lips around and closed her eyes. “Fuck that’s so fuckin’ hot.” he growls, ‘Fuck,fuck,fuck,I love how you fuckin’ suck me so nice.” he gasps, his own eyelids fluttering, “Baby-”

Her orgasm is first, her body does taut and her nails dig on his arms creating perfect little crescent shapes on his golden skin, while he feels the vibration of her moan around his thumb. When her hips bucked up to his, his eyes almost rolled back and he slams his pelvis against hers one final time while clenching his teeth to keep his own groan quiet.

One,two,three more shallow thrusts accompany him and he drops on top of her chest, breathing heavily, his thumb leaving her lips with a soft ‘pop!’ as they lie on the kitchen counter, trying to regain their bearings. “...holy shit.” he laughs, “That’s a nice way to wake up,ain’t it?”

“It’s the best one.”

“...we might need another shower.” he adds, “You know…because of reasons.” he looks up to her face, seeing how those green eyes were looking at him adoringly before she cups his face, kissing the tip of his nose, “Is that a yes?”

“Will you carry me there?’ she asks, “My legs feel…a little weak for some reason.” 

Of course the answer was yes.

[life-winners-liveblog]

Oh oh oh can I do a quick inventory list, I love doing an inventory list.

Okay so my adorable little guy is 194 cm tall, white and blond, wears a long white coat with lime green accents, it has fluffy wool around the sleeves and he definitely doesn't wear it to hide something, and of course Aro/Ace.

He has a small bag around his waist containing 4 notebooks, 2 microphones, an even smaller bag with candy, medical supplies and a jar. He also has a saber sword on his right hip.

-Flutter

Uh... noting that down.

194 cm is a lot

[llovelyclouds]

notes on gideon (the first)

here's all the relevant info on gideon the first i took note of during my tlt reread, in one place!

(you can find the rest of the posts related to this project here!)

GIDEON THE FIRST

titles:

Third saint to ascend, first gen, founded the second, the saint of duty

notes from gideon the ninth:

G1deon & Pyrrha's room in Canaan house includes a drawing of a chimaera that Gideon describes as "familiar" (the imaging & response construct) and a picture on the wall of John and his pals (presumably) with everyone's faces scribbled out with a thick black marker. Also guns (gtn. pg. 205)

notes from harrow the ninth:

the saint of duty (htn. pg. 177)

most likely really freaked out the first time he saw an RB (htn. pg. 173)

Doesn't respond to pain? (htn. pg. 188)

Made a pact with an authority John has no control over (Alecto???? Pyrrha???) that he would protect John from all dangers (htn. pg. 194)

“The Saint of Duty was a thanergy void. The Saint of Duty was the ultimate nemesis of a bone adept.” (htn. pg. 225)

“The closest thing to interest [Gideon] ever showed in anybody was in Pyrrha, and in the criminals he hunted. [...] When he kicked that Edenite commander out an airlock, it was like seeing a man on his wedding day. Not exactly romance though… Harrow, over ten thousand years I’ve known that man, and he is legendarily unamourous. I have watched six other Lyctors carry out a myriad’s worth of inadvisable love affairs with one another, because it is a very long time to be alone, but never him. He was unassailable.” -John (htn. Pg. 228). 

Is described by Augustine as getting really specific obsessions, has stopped listening to anyone, and has caused Augustine a lot of trouble in the last 40 years (htn. pg. 268)\

Pyrrha was ten years older than Augustine, so pre-resurrection G1deon was besties with a cop probably at least 20 years older than him ?? (htn. pg. 278)

John says that G1deon doesn’t talk about her (alecto), but Augustine and Mercy still feel guilty about what happened (htn. pg. 345)

"Don't know why Gideon was always so obsessed with [Wake]... he never cared about beauty, and she was repellent to talk to." - Mercymorn (htn. pg. 409)

Mattaius Nonius fought G1deon, and seems to owe Pyrrha a debt (htn. pg. 455)

I think John at least had some idea about G1deons memory loss/what was up with his and Pyrrha's lyctorhood based on how Pyrrha (pretending to be G1deon) says she didn't know anything about the affair with Wake (htn. pg. 473)

notes from nona the ninth:

"'I'd need my necromancer to teach Camilla.' 'Why?' 'Because you need teaching to be an asset, and Cam wants teaching to be a killer.'"- Pyrrha and Palamades (ntn. pg. 28)

Knew John since they were kids (ntn. pg. 74)

"No, I don't blame you man… He was always looking for things to throw himself on." -Pyrrha, talking about G1deon to Varun (??) (ntn. pg. 116) 

The parallel to Gideon's death… i'm sooo normal. 

Was an engineer pre-resurrection (ntn. pg. 129)

“P- volunteered to go with him, but G- said he wouldn’t arm it if P- was in range. P- went off at him, but it was one of those times where he held his ground against her. I remember. She called him a stupid kid. [...] I took G- downstairs and I got him to face the wall, and I took his arm off. [...] He didn’t feel any pain, and I grew him a new one then and there. Bit of a gamble, but I was sure I could do that by then. I wanted his arm… his material. He didn’t even ask me to explain. That was the kind of guy he was. He and I had grown up on the same street. I’d spotted him for mince pies all the time as kids, so stands to reason he let me cut off his arm and carried a nuke for me. [...] Should still be around here. The arm, I mean. I stuffed it in the morgue so nobody would find it. I've got plans for that arm.” (ntn. pg. 399)

“He was immovable. That was why I wanted him in: G- only listened to two people in his fucking life.” (ntn. Pg. 402)

Died from John reaching out to stop his heart (ntn. Pg. 407)

“I liked you. He liked you-  Gideon liked you. my necromancer and I always liked you… and hey, what's like except a love that hasn't been invited indoors?” - Pyrrha, to Nona (ntn. pg. 461)

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FIC: A Competitive Cooperation

Title: A Competitive Cooperation Creator: Anonymous Prompt: #194 Draco’s Career: Interior Designer Harry’s Career: Architect Rating: Teen Warnings/Content Notes: EWE, Harry Potter Has a Saving People Thing, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Out and Proud Draco Malfoy, Well-Dressed Harry Potter, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, POV Alternating, Past Child Abuse, Referenced Abuse, Sexual Identity, First Kiss, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension Summary: When Harry quit the Aurors to become an architect, he never expected to have another encounter with Draco Malfoy. The universe, however, seems to love to pit them against one another, this time with a Ministry contract on the line. Can they learn to work together, or will the entire project go up in flames? Word Count: 20,041 Creator’s Notes: Thank you for reading and I hope you'll enjoy the story!

( A Competitive Cooperation )