#pk craze

[cosmignon]

Oh! here's a bunch of Earthbound doodles I never posted here :0 I tried taking a crack at drawing the kids just based on looking at their pixel art (not the clay models), with the exception of Poo bc I needed to see how that hair work tho. These were fun, I'd like to draw more Earthbound in the future, just a matter of when I can make the time for it :3

all image descriptions under the cut:

ID #1: Ness holding his baseball bat behind his head as he takes a bite out of a hamburger. End ID.

ID #2: Paula clasping her hands as she looks up. End ID.

ID #3: Pokey with a hand shoved in his overall pocket. End ID.

ID #4: Ness and Paula talking through the bars of Paula's prison cell. Ness looks concerned, but Paula is happy to see him. End ID.

ID #5: A series of sketches of Ness. Top left: Ness holds the payphone with a tear in his eye as his mom says "Ness? You sound so sad" over the line. Top right: Ness rides his bike with a big smile, and Ness walks while carrying 2 huge teddy bears in his arm and backpack. Bottom left: Ness looking concerned as he sleeps and dreams of the exit mouse saying "Ness! It's me! The Exit Mouse! BUY CHEESE". Bottom right: Ness holding his fingers to his temple and scrunching his face in concentration as he unleashes a psychic beam called "PK KILLING YOU & KILLING YOU & KILLING YOU (ect)". End ID.

ID #6: A line up of (from left to right), Ness, Paula, Jeff, and Poo. End ID.

ID #7: A series of sketches of the main protagonists of Earthbound. Left: Poo is speaking with a determined look on his face as Ness, who is much shorter than him, looks up with a blush on his cheek. Top right: Ness on the payphone while he says "Daad I think I had a gay moment" , and Paula smashing the crazed sign enemy into the ground. Bottom Right: Poo and Jeff are eating a bento box and a sandwich respectively. Poo finishes a sentence that ends with "...and that's how I finished mu training", and Jeff respons "Oh, cool". Ness and Paula look extremely concerned about the implications of what Poo was talking about. End ID.

#earthbound #ness #paula #pokey minch #jeff andonuts #prince poo #thefinearts

[pluralcultureis]

plural culture is the MOMENT you find a new aesthetic or template to use for simply plural or pk you start redoing all 42 of your members profiles with a crazed look in your eyes as your headmates watch in horror

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[bluegekk0]

seeing you write with proper capitalization is WEIRD

Anygay. How would PK react if I gave him a whole pinball machine to crack open and dissect?

I know right? I'm not used to pressing the caps lock button ahahah though I suppose it is a good habit to re-learn

Oh he would be so excited, he LOVES tinkering with those kinds of things, studying how they work and using what he learned for his own creations. And a whole pinball machine? He'd be in heaven. His workshop would be practically inaccessible with all the machine parts scattered all over the floor (though they'd still be neatly organized in little piles so he knows which part is which). He wouldn't shut up about it either, the pinball machine would be the only thing he'd talk about for the entire time he gets to dissect and study it.

Some of the family members would be thrilled about it. Grimm always loves listening to FPK talk about those things, he often asks him to describe what he's working on step by step simply because he enjoys listening to his voice, though he ends up learning a lot of facts in the process. So by the time FPK's craze was over, Grimm would know so much about the intricacies of a pinball machine that he'd be able to tell exactly which part does what, even though he doesn't have much interest in engineering himself.

Holly would be just as interested, and they'd love assisting FPK with his work, particularly sorting each component into a neat pile with cute little notes that they made. Similarly to Grimm, they love hearing FPK explain what he's doing, so they would have no problem with him rambling about it all day.

Hornet, not so much. She'd get very annoyed about it, though part of her does like seeing her father happy and excited. But gods, he would not shut up about the damn machine, and at some point it would be too much to her. Asking him how much sugar he wants in his tea? He mumbles the answer and then immediately asks her if she wants to see the cool machine part he's been studying for the past hour. She'd just roll her eyes and go make the stupid tea haha

Lewk would be very excited to help his dad, but he gets too distracted by the cool shiny parts and often causes a bit of a mess, so Grimm has to remind him not to bother his other dad too much. Lewk would be a little disappointed, but he's such an energetic little thing that he'd have no issue finding something equally as interesting, so it's pretty easy to distract him.

Zote would just call the machine a stupid piece of junk and do the screw loose emoji thing at Hornet whenever FPK goes on yet another tangent about the mechanisms of a pinball machine during dinner. He probably ended tripping over one of those loose parts laying on the floor, and cursing at everyone around him. So you know, I can't really blame him for considering this whole thing stupid. Though man, what a killjoy he is.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #modern fpk au #<- i guess since last time i checked there are no pinball machines in hollow knight #though who knows maybe other kingdoms have them and grimm brought one home for fpk lmao

[leanstooneside]

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[anluge]

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[andhrawatch]

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[nickelcold54]

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[ruthlesslistener]

Idk if you answered this in another post, but do you think pk or any of the vessels + Hornet have a sweet tooth?

I think I did, but I don't mind answering again! The answer is yes, both PK and Hornet have a sweet tooth, and many of the vessels do as well (though Ghost canonically eats rocks so like. narrowing preference is kind of hard with them). PK and Hornet are both RAVENOUS for honey, though, as wyrms tend to favor anything with a very high calorie or soul count, so sugar or still-living bugs = favorite foods for them.

In fact, I headcanon that one of the few good memories Hornet has of her father comes from her days of raiding the kitchens of the White Palace- she was typically a sneaky little shit who got away with it, but sometimes she'd run into her dad doing the exact same thing after a late-night realization that he hadn't eaten anything in a couple weeks during one of his big lab crazes. While PK was normally the strict, rule-following parent, being caught with his claws in the honey jar put him in quite a sticky situation, so he made a promise with her that he would never tell her mom about her snack raids as long as she left him some honey in turn

(Hollow, despite their love for honey treats, will always sneak Hornet bits and pieces of theirs- provided that she doesn't try to snatch it from them, of course. If the sister is rude then the sister gets no treats, but bonks instead)

#anon #reply #hollow knight #hollow knight headcanons #the pure vessel #the pale king #hornet hk #this entire family is nutty for sweet things but the non-void entities that demand food to survive like it more lmao #for void beings not severely injured or molting its just fun

[realcube]

ARCADE

summary ★ she needs to get the action figure that's in the claw machine for her sister’s birthday, so saiki does her the favour of using his a telekinesis to win it...along with a few other favours.

trigger warning ★ gambling, god, swearing, fem!reader & reader has a younger sister

construction on the new arcade near pk academy had finally come to an end. the grand opening was today after school so of course, nendou suggested that they attend as a squad. usually, saiki tried to avoid getting roped into outings like this but for a change, he actually agreed without the need for any further prying. that's because the arcade was attached to a small cinema where they'd be premiering the latest action movie — based on the TV show adaptation of the game — 'Olfana's Story X-2'. as it turns out, a few months after saiki gave the game a shot, it became a craze and a massive hit among speed-runners. so from it's new-found popularity, they developed a TV show series which inevitably flopped so now they have created a movie. only the most elite people among the gaming community were allow to see it before the official release date and they all said it was incredible; but there was not a doubt in saiki's mind that they were being paid to sing it's praise. a crappy game turned into a crappy show, now adapted into a movie was sure to be crappy. so you may be wondering why he even wanted to view the movie if he was set on it being awful. Well, there are two simple answers; curiosity and the mystery. since it was so exclusive, he had yet to overhear spoilers through his telekinesis and he now had a germanium ring in his possession so he could watch the movie in peace. also, having played the game but not seen the show, he was curious to see how bad the movie is going to be and perhaps he'd be able to get a good laugh out of it. but he made the mistake of mentioning his plan to see the movie which screened a few hours after the opening of the arcade, as now kuboyasu, nendou and kaidou were all going to see the movie along with him. In theory, it shouldn't be a problem since he'll have his germanium ring on but in practise, the world seems to be against saiki so one of his friends will probably end up stealing his popcorn or chatting throughout the entire movie. he'll just have to wait and see. kaidou and nendou did not even stop to take breaths as they raced on about how excited they were while they were all walking to the arcade. "i'm sure the movie is going to be sick!" kaidou exclaimed, followed by rapid head nods from nendou as he replied, "yup! And i can't wait to see what sort of games they have!" saiki was a bit excited himself but he didn't care to show it like the others did. but when he saw the vaporwave building covered with bright neon lights come into view, his lips curled into a small smile. though it was short-lived as he noticed the massive queue to get in; it appeared as though they weren't the only ones who had the idea to visit the arcade after school as he noticed many familiar faces standing in line, amongst crowds of others. all of their cheery auras dissipated for a few moments until kuboyasu perked up, approaching the doors to the arcade with a smug smirk, cutting in front of everyone in the line and gesturing for the boys to follow him, "don't worry about the queue, guys. follow me." nendou followed without any further questions but saiki and kaidou were a bit apprehensive. all three of them watched as kuboyasu stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the guard by one of the doors, muttering something in the man's ear, causing him to sweatdrop and hesitantly open the door with a shaky smile; allowing all four of them inside. "woah, that was awesome, aren!" kaidou yelled, not only out of awe but so he could be heard over all the cheering, laughing and game noises from inside the arcade. "yeah, that was so cool! but what did you say to that guy? he looked freaked out!" nendou inquired, surprising saiki with his actually intelligent observation. kuboyasu's hand found it's way behind his neck, rubbing it awkwardly as he chuckled, "oh, nothing! it's not important-- hey! how about you guys start playing your games and i'll go get the tickets we reserved, yeah?" "yeah!" kaidou and nendou cheered in unison, high-fiving the purple-haired boy before the all ran off in different directions, leaving saiki standing alone at the entrance. he fidgeted with his germanium ring, contemplating taking it off as he stared at kuboyasu; he really wanted to know what the teen boy could've said that'd incite such fear into a grown man, but he decided against it — merrily making his way towards the claw machines, leaving kuboyasu's secrets alone. ★★★★★★★★★★ "shit." he cursed under his breath as he watched the cyborg cider man plushie that he's been trying to win — for yuuta — for half an hour straight slip out of his grasp once again. 'these things are rigged. and what's the point in having psychic superpowers if i can't use them.' he thought to himself but had to quickly shake off the idea, as there was no way he could risk using his powers in such a crowded place, especially for a plush that wasn't even for himself but rather for an annoying kid. he sighed, slipping another coin into the slot and about to find the right state of mind until he heard a loud "fuck!"  from in front of him. his head jerked up, scanning the area for the source of the noise until his eyes landed on you. the claw machines were lined up, back-to-back, and playing on the machine diagonal from him was a girl with enchanting (e/c) eyes which contrasted greatly with her disheartened expression as she stared at the box. the only emotion she wore was sadness as she stared at the machine, so out of curiosity, saiki slipped off his ring in order to read her thoughts; feeling no guilt in listening to the affairs of a complete stranger. 'c'mon, stupid claw machine, i need this!' your silky yet whiny voice rung through his mind, 'what's she gonna think about me tomorrow when i tell her that i couldn't get her the gift she's wanted? she's gonna hate me- even more than she already does. and now i've spent all my money on this silly game so i can't even try get her a crappy gift with the little money i had. Wow, (y/n), you're the worst big sister in existence.' saiki cocked his head to the side, peering through the glass of the machines to see the contents of the claw machine you were standing in front of and when he saw the limited edition, silver cyborg cider man action figure sitting on a pedestal — almost as if it was taunting the poor girl — he finally connected the dots. your hand dug through your pockets until you found the smooth metal surface of your final coin, 'just once more try. if i win her this action figure, maybe she'll finally respect me as her big sister! and this toy will surely make her more happy than any gift mom could've possibly thought of. i'll make her sixth birthday one to remember!' the dejected look on your face slow lifted into a determined one, but it wasn't very convincing as saiki — and anyone else — could see the worry and shame in your eyes as you dropped your last coin into the slot of the machine, giving you one more chance to redeem yourself and claim the title of 'best big sister in the world'. saiki watched you maneuver the claw of the machine with bated breath, admiring how your pretty nose crinkled and your tongue poked out from the corners of your perfectly glossed lips in concentration — 'ew, stop being a simp, kusuo.' he mentally rebuked himself before engaging with your scene one again. your fist slammed down against the big red button, followed by the claw opening and lowering over the box of the cyborg cider man action figure, slowly closing it's jaws around the box and grasping it perfectly, resulting in a slight gasp to escape your throat as your lips pulled into a grin. the claw kept it's grip in the toy as it lifted up, slowly making it's way over the hole where it would drop the action figure, straight into your possession.  that is, if the grip didn't falter hence allowing the toy to fall down, off it's pedestal and onto the bottom of the compartment to join the rest of the more average action figures. "fuck!" you screamed in an almost identical way to which you did earlier, expect this one held more pain. 'this can't be happening; is this the third year in a row that i'm going to show up to my little sister's birthday party empty-handed?' you thought, your bottom lips quivering so you quickly bit down on it, staring at the damned toy before turning on your heels, shuffling away from the game with your head hung low, the thoughts which cried in your head about how much you budgeted and how hard you worked made saiki's heart sink. 'maybe i could take out a mortga--' your thoughts were abruptly cut off when you heard the noise of something falling behind you. whipping your head around to see what happened, you exhaled a sigh of relief upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary. however, you caught a glimpse of inside the machine which you had been cursing at and realised that the toy wasn't with the packaging peanuts where you left it, as if it magically disappeared in the few seconds you had averted your gaze. creeping up to it, your gaze darted around in search of anyone who might've won it in less than 5 seconds but that was unlikely. now that you were closer, you peered through the glass once more to confirm that the toy was in fact missing and you were right. recalling the noise of falling you heard just before you turned around, you dropped to your knees and lifted the flap to the compartment which held the good that people would win from the machine. you almost screamed with delight and shock when you laid eyes on the limited edition, cyborg cider man action figure that was tucked snugly inside. yanking it out, you pressed it to your chest and the tears you were choking back finally came running down your cheeks, but now they were from joy. "thank you, god." you whispered to yourself, making saiki chuckle from his spot at the claw machine which he hadn't moved from. he wasn't god — nor was he friends with god — but he didn't mind not being able to take the credit for his kind actions of using his psychokinesis to drop the box into the hole for you. honestly, he found that seeing you happy, sitting on the floor with brightest beam gracing your features along with your now cheerful thoughts in his head, was enough of a reward for him anyway. also, he appreciated how you didn't question how the box ended up in the hole and instead you just deemed it a miracle as you were too overjoyed to use logic; that sort of thinking saved saiki a lot of trouble. 'i should probably go home and wrap this.' your internal monologue had now calmed down slightly as you were now able to produce a thought that wasn't just a squeal of delight, 'hm, maybe once i am done i could come back and see the new movie that's premiering-- but i've not got much money left so i guess i shouldn't get ahead of myself.' you hummed, picking up the box along with yourself, dusting yourself off before heading towards the exit. saiki must've been staring for a tad too long though as you caught his gaze while brushing off your clothes. he cringed, instinctively darting his eyes away so you didn't think he was an ogling creep but the fact he appeared defensive probably didn't help. so he fully expected you to frown or cast him a dirty look, judging him for his actions but to his surprise, you simply chuckled. waving at the pink-haired boy before strolling off with the box under your arm. 'he seems cool. where i can get clips like those?' why were you thoughts making him blush like an idiot? time to put the germanium ring back on. ★★★★★★★★★★ as it turns out, nendou is surprisingly good at poker. he figured this out after he stumbled across the casino section of the arcade, and since he looks way older than seventeen, nobody questions it when he took a seat at one of the slot machines, under the impression that it was a fancy, old-timey arcade game. he was then offered a round of poker with some old dude with way too many gold teeth and nendou ended up taking the poor, stubborn guy's entire fortune. god-knows how many games with how-many people later, nendou was sitting on stacks of cash at a round table with a tired dealer, and two grown men — one crying into the shoulder of his arm-candy and the other weeping into the sleeve of his suit — while the three boys who had came to give him his ticket stood by, all wearing matching confused expressions. "uh, nendou." kuboyasu tapped his friend on the shoulder, waving the ticket in front of his face, "the movie is gonna start soon, we should start heading over there right now so we can buy snacks and get good seats." nendou raised an eyebrow, puzzled until he recalled that he was supposed to watch a movie today, "oh, that sounds cool and all but i'm having a lot of fun right here." he smiled, motioning to the large casino area. kuboyasu chuckled awkwardly, backing away from nendou slightly as he turned on his heels, ushering the two other boys away, "alright, well, have fun, nendou! don't stay out too late!" nendou sung an okay in response, sliding a kaidou some cash for the extortionate theatre snacks before he was rushed away by kuboyasu, the purple-haried boy not wanting to spend anymore time in the casino than needed. "if nendou isn't joining us for the movie then we have a spare ticket. here, saiki, you should have it!" "why me?" "uh, because you said you saw reita earlier. so if you see him again maybe you could offer him the spare ticket." 'absolutely not.' was vocalised as "sure." by saiki as he took the ticket from kuboyasu's outstretched hand, fiddling with it before stuffing it into his pocket along with his own ticket. "what i said to nendou was kinda an exaggeration" aren mused, glancing at his watch before looking up at his two pals, "we still have some time left before the movie starts. i'm gonna go handle some business — you two have fun, and try find reita!" kuboyasu said before pivoting on his heels in the direction of the staff only closet. the only thing saiki could think to do during this free-time was escape kaidou's pestering to play dance dance revolution — since saiki didn't want to dance, dance or revolute, he darted outside as soon as kuboyasu left, leaving kaidou alone and confused in the middle of the arcade. 'finally, fresh air.' saiki inhaled, filling his lungs with the cool air rather than the stuffy, arcade oxygen. scanning the surrounding area, his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure standing by the ATM, which he immediately recognised to be that of the girl he had helped earlier. so naturally, he flicked of his ring to figure out the reasoning behind the awkward look on her face. 'do i really want to withdraw money to see some stupid movie? i mean, i could leave that money to accumulate and buy something nicer later.' without thinking, saiki hummed in agreement with your thoughts as he had been in your position many times before. 'but then again, i should treat myself! when was the last time i saw a movie that wasn't pirated? hmm..' your indecisive thoughts matched perfectly with your conflicted expression as you stared through furrowed brows at the screen of the ATM. a soft breeze passed, followed by something light smacking against you face. you winced slightly, your hand snapping your cheek and grabbing at whatever it was; just by the texture, you could tell it was paper. holding it in front of you, upon further inspection you realised that the mysterious sheet that had flew into your possession was in fact a ticket to tonight's showing of 'Olfana's Story X-2'  row G, seat 9. you double, triple checked it out of fear that this may be a cruel prank but no, this was completely real! you cheered, bouncing up and down and away from the ATM since you no longer needed it's services as god had blew the desired item straight into your hands — or your face, rather. either way though, you were over the moon, clutching the ticket to your chest and basking in your second miracle of the day. unbeknownst to you, saiki's smile was almost as wide as your own. you thanked god for your relief and saiki had no problem with that; seeing your little happy dance and squeals with your free ticket was enough for him. but actually, perhaps he might benefit himself after all, since the ticket he had given you previous belonged to nendou. meaning that saiki was seated at row G, seat 10; right beside you. ★★★★★★★★★★ saiki forgot to send a few notes flying your way in the wind, so you walked into the theatre and took your seat, completely snackless since you couldn't afford the exorbitant prices that they sold food for at the cinema. but perhaps that wasn't all bad as it revealed the possibility for saiki to offer you some of his popcorn as a conversation-starter, as he's usually not too good at socialising with new people — forget starting a conversation. however, he didn't need to work up any sort of courage to talk to you as the first thing you did when you plopped down in your seat beside him was turn to him and chirp, "oh, you're the guy i saw at the claw machines earlier! i love your clip thingies." your buoyant-adrenaline allowing your to be more bold than usual. the movie had yet to start, low murmurs of chatter coming from across the theatre as the trailers played in the background, "yes. and thanks." 'good grief, curse myself for not being more talkative. she probably thinks i'm dull now. perhaps i should channel my inner nendou..if i have one.' instead of ending the conversation right there like he assumed you would, you continued talking and saiki was..glad? why did he want to interact with you so much? he spends most of his days trying to avoid interacting with people; why were you any different? "no problem- also, did you get what you were playing for?" you inquired, tapping your lip in genuine curiosity. his ring remained on his finger, despite the fact he wanted to know what you thought about him, he didn't want to invade your privacy any more than he already has. "no. did you?" "yeah, i did, actually!" you chirped, not noticing the smirk creeping onto saiki's lips as you were too engulfed in your memories, "i thought those games were rigged but maybe they're not 'cause i managed to win this super special action figure that my sister has been on the top of my sister's wishlist for like- forever! and her birthday is tomorrow so i'll be a--" you cut yourself off, crinkling your nose in embarrassment, "sorry, i'm over-sharing, aren't i?" your enthusiasm made his heart flutter in a way he wasn't used to, if you didn't know any better, he would have thought he was having a medical emergency. his eyes widened slightly as you halted in your speech, "no, you're fine." he said, the uncharacteristic softness in his voice catching the attention of his two pals sitting on the other side of him. you shook off his comment, "i mean, i'm telling you my life story and i don't even know your name." you said, laughing sheepishly at the reality of the reality of the situation. 

“saiki kusuo.” he blurted out without a second thought.

you blinked a few times, shocked that he’d give his details away so easily as you somewhat expected him to be more of a reserved type of guy but evidently, you were wrong. “uh, i’m (l/n) (y/n).” you choked, biting down on your bottom lip slightly before continuing you story as he seemed to wait expectantly, “as i was saying, today’s just been the best day ever! everything has been going so well, i’m a bit scared as to what is going to happen when it hits midnight.” 

saiki nodded along, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth before remembering his plan, “oh- would you like some?” he asked, offering you some popcorn from his bucket. unfortunately, the plan was a last-minute thing so he had only bought a small, but he still wasn’t opposed to sharing. 

you shook your head, trying to grin foolishly wide at his kind offer, “no thank you.” 

saiki nodded, about to open his mouth to reply until the blaring music from the beginning of the movie started, putting a swift end to your conversation — despite the fact saiki would much rather talk to you than watch the crappy movie — out of theatre etiquette. 

★★★★★★★★★★

it was worse than you or saiki could’ve ever imagined.

it was painfully trying not to burst out laughing right in middle of it or lean over and giggle in each other’s ear at the silly dialog but out of respect for the other people in the cinema, you both stayed silent and just cast each other occasional knowing glances whenever something cringey happened on screen. 

you both let out audible sighs of relief with the credits began to roll, accompanied by a slow indie song.��“that was..something.” you mumbled, grabbing your purse and jumping to your feet, wanting to exit the building as soon as possible and hopefully leave your memories of the movie behind you. 

“definitely.” he snickered, absently flicking the side of his empty popcorn bucket, “i stopped paying attention once i finished my popcorn.” it felt weird to vocalise — or rather, telepathically communicate — the comments he’d usually keep to himself; why did he feel so comfortable speaking to someone he only just met?

he began gathering his things, stuffing all of his rubbish in the bucket so he could dispose of it all at once. his mind was fixated on crappiness of the movie and how a five-year-old could’ve shot a much better film, until you grabbed his attention by calling out his name, followed by a question which made him blood run cold.

“before i go, it gotta ask’ how’d you do it? or more importantly, why’d you do it?”

he blinked several times before putting on his best bewildered expression, with the idea that maybe if he played dumb, he could gaslight you into thinking that it never happened or that he had nothing to do with it. “what?”

“oh, don’t give me that!” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes at the boy, “i’m not stupid. every time something good happened to me, you were nearby. i’ve connected the dots so fess up. why did you do all those nice things for me? was it out of pity or are you that nice to everyone?”

“i’m that nice to everyone.”

“i don’t believe you.” you snapped, fixing your tone when you remembered that even though he was lying to you, he still helped you get the present for you sister and gave you his spare ticket. “i don’t care if you’re not gonna give me a straight answer, but at least let me make it up to you.”

he huffed, an unimpressed look covering his features before you even proposed your idea. there was really nothing he could possibly need from you. what were you going to give him that he wasn’t capable of obtaining on his own? so he frowned, ready to decline your offer. 

“i saw that you bought one of those jelly pots from the snack stand and i actually work at a little café in the town, so i might be able to get you few things for free or discounted?”

“yes.” wait, that wasn’t refusal. 

“great!” you chirped, glad that you wouldn’t have to pry further, “does later this week sounds good? we could meet up here then i can walk you to the café- or i could give you my number and we can arrange a date later?” 

“sure.” saiki said without thinking once again.

but it wasn’t as though he regretted it when you slipped the piece of paper you had scribbled your number onto, into the front pocket of his shirt, tapping it with a smile. “alright! i’ll see you later then- unless you want to walk home with me?” you fidgeted with your fingers slightly, instantly regretting what you just came out with. not because you didn’t want to walk with him, but due to the fact you highly doubted he was going so say accept so you mentally prepared for the impact of his harsh rejection.

“sure.”

★★★★★★★★★★

BONUS 

saiki ended up walking home with some girl he met at the theatre so that left kuboyasu and kaidou to fetch nendou once the film finished. they both searched the casino area for almost half an hour but neither of them had any luck finding nendou. that was, until kuboyasu had to take a step outside to escape the casino as he noticed an old friend of his playing on the slot machines, and he found nendou crouched by the garbage cans, on his phone. 

“nendou! we’ve been looking all over for you- why are you out here by the trash? and what happened to all your money?!”

nendou chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his spare hand, “fun story actually. i was doing so well and i was on my way to becoming a millionaire until these schoolgirls came marching in and absolutely slaughtered me! it was so embarrassing and the only way i could escape them was by running away so i hid back here.”

kuboyasu’s aura just screamed ‘disappointed but not surprised’, “so you’re telling me that you lost millions to highschool girls?”

“they might’ve been middle-schoolers, i’m not too sure. i didn’t get a very good look at ‘em but they were all wearing creepy red uniforms.”

all kuboyasu could do was massage his temples to ease his headache at the stupidity of his friends, “so you lost all your money to school girls in creepy red uniforms?” he repeated aloud, just to make sure he was hearing things correctly.

“yes. but not all my money.” he said, pulling out his wallet and grandly opening it to reveal a few notes and a button, “i’ve still got enough to spend on ramen with my bros!”

#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #saiki headcanons #saiki kusuo no psi nan #saiki no psi nan #saiki k x reader #saiki x reader #kusou saiki #saiki imagines #kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki k headcanons #psychic kusuo #kusuo saiki

[dangermousie]

If you ever fancied a show which really took its male lead apart in every way....

I love AHM! First off, to get this out of the way: Rygel and Chiana’s ‘Titanic’ moment cracks me up and I also love the fact that Chiana conclusively earned her was on the ship by helping to birth Moya’s child (The girl seems to be drafted into being a midwife: she helps J&A to give birth later, doesn’t she? Heh). I love that the show can have funny moments even in the middle of grimness.

Which brings me to the parts I really want to talk about: the Gammak base stuff. I love that as soon as Aeryn finds out John has been captured, she gets out of bed, even though she can barely stand, even though she is only walking through pure strength of will, and prepares to go down to rescue John (and I love that D’Argo and Zhaan go with her). This, here, is the key to why J/A is my ultimate ship: they rescue each other. He will risk everything for her, he would die for her, if necessary. But so would she. She repays sacrifice with sacrifice, loyalty with loyalty, and love with love. And oh, John so needs rescuing. I find the condition John is reduced to quite painful to watch, actually. The torture is not only a horrible mental violation, it is physically awful, as well. His utter helplessness and his horror at his helplessness (both in the Chair, where he is literally bound so he can’t even move his head, and in the cell, where he has barely energy to crawl) are supplemented by his terror. Crichton is terrified and he can’t quite hide it. Added to the horror is the sheer objectification he undergoes. To Crais, he was a person. A person to be hunted and killed, but it was personal. To Scorpius, with his dispassionate researcher’s voice, he is less than a bug. And yet, he somehow goes on, but it’s the fact that he is doing it despite what it’s costing him, despite being in severe pain and while scared to death, that makes me love him all the more. And I love that he is protecting Gilina, someone he is not in love with. He undergoes all of this for Gilina. When Scorpius asks him “what could possibly be worth all of this?” the “what” isn’t love but gratitude, because he owes Gilina, for helping him, for helping Aeryn. Could I love John any more? Unlikely. Sheer decency rocks. But he clearly cannot hold on much more. When he is brought back to the cell after his last turn in the chair, even though he earlier thought Stark’s device was useless, he wants to try it now because he cannot face the thought of going to the Chair again. But he shakes and can’t stop and he can’t even crawl, but collapses. And OMG, Stark! I love the moment where Stark, so unexpectedly tender, so sane after all, unties his mask and releases the thought projection thingy. And the thought that Stark still has all that compassion after years in this place is amazing, and I love that you see John try to process not being in pain for a moment because he’d forgotten what it feels like. And I love how through it all, Stark just keeps stroking his hair, the way you would a child’s, and John falls asleep because he is finally relaxed enough and not in pain enough to be able to do so. It actually probably saves them all later, because when Aeryn gets here, he is able to move, even though haltingly (and I like how it’s consistent through the ep, that it’s hard for him to run or even walk). And then…and then! We get one of my favorite moments in all of the show.  Because the door opens and…it’s Aeryn. “This is the radiant Aeryn Sun” tells John to Stark, and all the love and hope and disbelief in his voice and relief, just kill me.

Because she is alive and she came for him, when he thought he would never ever get out of here, and his first words to her are to find out if she is OK, even though he is a mess himself. He is as grateful for concrete proof of her being OK as he is for being rescued.

And of course, Aeryn gets a bit of her own back, in the Aeryn-Crais confrontation (I wonder if Crais is a closet S&M freak. He never paid attention to Aeryn before but he sees her as a person after the Chair. I really loathe him i this ep, as he is hitting John who is already being tortured in the Chair and utterly helpless. I think John almost welcomes that because it allows him to focus though.) She finally confronts her personal demon and rejects Peace Keepers and I love that scene. OK, Gilina, you are an idiot. In the middle of a dangerous escape from a super-secret base, while everyone is hunting you, and the guy with you has been tortured within an inch of life and sanity? Is not the time to ask whether the cute guy likes you. You need to go with them anyway, because you’ll be hunted and killed. I love that neither Aeryn nor John can discuss it, partially because WTF!timing, but also because they aren’t prepared for themselves. I love the scene on the roof and yet it makes me sad. Crichton and Stark, shooting everything, reveling in the violence and mayhem, it’s the reaction to the enforced helplessness and degradation of the Chair. Now they can hit back.

But that’s the thing. From now on, John will never be parted from his gun, from now on, it’s PK uniform of one sort or another for him. When he says ‘Shoot him, Gilina!’ re: Scorpy, there is a bit of crazed triumph in his voice, delight, no hesitation. I cannot blame him one bit, but I miss the sweet natured John, who has finally been bent out of recognition.

And we get the tag with Gilina and I bet John will feel tremendous guilt about her death. When he leans in and kisses her gently? Waaaaah. There is so much here, I really must stop somewhere.

#farscape

[simpingwriter]

#10 Aitor x Casey 'Your big and strong Protector' (18+)

✨Birthday-Special✨

Well first of all, big fat warning, Casey's Nightmare is filled with things that some may find less fun to experience. Let's say that. The nightmare isn't crucial for the rest of the story, you can skip it, but it still adds optional feels to the whole Oneshot.

Waltz in these stories also is specifically written by me to be unlikable. I made him a true cunt and he stays that way ( just like Jack Matt stays more likeable)

And holy hell, this became a 10k mess halfway through, i forgot partially what I wrote beforehand at some part, fully lost my interest in the plot at another part, had simply no ideas for most of it and in a whole, it reads to me like crap. But maybe you like it, i hope you do :/

Last thing, this is my birthday present to myself, this cluster of bad ideas.

✨ I'm turning 20 today, btw ✨ 🎉🎉

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was raining terribly as you huffed in burning pain. You had found Waltz, finally. You fought him, at first on your own, then Aiden found you and the PK followed very close behind, Aitor not knowing what happened, had his kids along. And now you're the only person left, once again on your own, the others — Aiden, Aitor, Hakon, Brooks, Hepper, Rowe, Jackson, Wierz, Jack and unfortunately Emily and Jake — got captured while they tried to help the others, now sitting in a former Police Van with a cage, forced by Waltz to watch how he toyed with you, brought you down to your knees, hit by hit...

And indeed, all they could possibly do was watch, as the entire car was surrounded by Renegades in case just one of them decided an escape attempt. Waltz played you like a fiddle. He used your strengths efficiently against you, probably having planned ahead of this possible encounter. It all went so well for you at the beginning, you even felt like you finally had some control over your adrenaline. But it was useless, a mere bubble dream.

With a crushing grip, he pins you against a car nearby, his eyes, black veins similar to those around your eyes giving him a crazed look, piercing yours as he starts laughing manically and mockingly once you began scratching at his veiny arms desperately, fighting for the upper hand once again. "Oh Casey...you silly little girl, you won't learn, ever, will you?" He asks slyly, cocking his head at your weakening attacks, "Do you really think you have what it takes to even hurt me anymore!?"

He turns away from the wall, keeping you in his hand's grip until he grunts in disgust and throws you across the ground you previously fought on, a former highway bridge. You try to catch yourself to soften the blow, but you were too late, taking the heavy impact with the ground full force, headfirst. There was no time left for you to stand back up, feeling the wet sensation of your blood immediately starting to flow down your head and to your neck due to your adrenaline forcing immense high blood pressure onto your heart. Just as you kneeled back up on all fours, your eyes widen as you see his foot flying towards you with unstoppable force, kicking you back down, blood splattering from your mouth, feeling your teeth loosen after he specifically targeted your lower jaw.

Something was wrong...why...why couldn't you fight back??

Your whole body shook from both the cold and the pain flooding you body, your muscles and their cramps standing in your way, not acting accordingly to your panicked orders directing them to let you fight back as Waltz restrains you against an old street lamp with your hands, chuckling darkly at your unusually weak appearance, shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

"I'm...I'm going to kill you, motherfucker!" You yell, spitting your own blood whether you want to or not, ignoring the pain flaring up in you former teeths' places and your general jaw area as he gives the Renegades the command to 'have some fun with you' after giving them some knives.

Why couldn't you defend yourself, why couldn't you free yourself!? This couldn't be real!

Ripping against the heavy chains around your wrists, trying to escape whatever was about to happen, you had to realize that you simply couldn't run. Closing your eyes, you ready yourself for even more of the incoming pain.

Hearing Aitor's desperate shouts that begged you to fight back, knowing he was mere 7ft from you, you look away from him in shame. The last thing you wanted him to see was you weak, incapable of fighting back for some unknown reason to you.

Growling in an attempt to scare them, you glare at the Renegades, but they didn't step back...they knew you were defenseless, knew that you couldn't get your revenge since Waltz most likely will kill you tonight. Were you going to die because you have been thinking too highly of you own capabilities, or what was happening right now?

At the first knife sinking into your tender flesh, you hold back your cries. As well as the second one. Then the third follows. A fourth. A fifth. Your boosted abilities and adrenaline made it almost impossible to bleed out during that, it was produced like water from a storm cloud that was about not burst. Thick, metallic and red Water.

Eyes ripped open as far as you could possibly imagine, you stare right through the holes of the masks your attackers wore. You wouldn't fucking give him that satisfaction, not him, not Waltz.

"F-fuck you..." You push out through bloodied teeth as Waltz tells them to back up, probably deciding that he was the better choice for hurting you, since he knew where it would hurt the most. In your head.

"Listen here and well, 'little girl' ", by now, he used the nickname only to enrage you even more since he knew through enough intel that it was reserved for one man and only one man, "By the end of all of this...you will fucking regret bothering me. This was between me and Aiden, but you...little... bitch", with each word, he kicks you into your lower abdomen, each one feeling like a knife on their own already.

That place was already a painful spot to get hurt at due to important organs, but this time...it felt different, dreadful. With every kick into your small body, it trying to shield itself by pulling itself into a weak, twitching ball, you felt sicker to your stomach, until you taste even more fresh blood in your mouth, "You just have to stick your pretty little head into the big men trouble, huh? Tonight, you will learn the consequences... what's your face about?"

With mangled growls and whines, feeling one more loose tooth in your mouth, you sense the blood in your mouth drip down your trembling lips as you heave for something so unfamiliar, it felt almost alien. You could breath well still, he didn't kick your lungs, so why was your body acting up? Why did a kick to your stomach suddenly put your system off that badly?!

"I see...i guess i have to inspect this. How peculiar..."

He mumbles cryptically as he kneels down to your body, pulling out a crude knife. The way he placed you to "operate" on you, everyone of your friends had a "prime viewing" of your torture, the rain making it almost impossible to see what was rain and what was your now ugly tears running down your face, except that they are colored red. "Please..." You finally broke apart pathetically as he got close to your stomach with his blade, knowing he was about to gut you, for sure, there was going to be nothing gentle about this.

"It's a bit late for that, don't you think, little one? Now hold still, or i might slip..." He acted like it wasn't a big deal, putting weight onto your legs that kicked out in a last attempt of defending yourself as he began cutting up your abdomen. The pain wasn't as bad as the sight, feeling like puking as you see your own body getting opened like a cadaver, like a corpse during autopsy.

But it was only the beginning. As you feel raindrops fall into your now open body, shaking all over in shock, he hums in surprise, sticking his whole hand into your insides without hesitation, but more with manical interest.

Or at least your thought it were your insides. But it was something entirely else, you'll realize soon. With horror.

With a powerful, uncaring tug, Waltz rips whatever was in your stomach out, your blood and some kind of unfamiliar liquid splattering across the already dirty, unhygienic ground. Your ears deafened out your friends shouts, especially Aitor, continuing to beg Waltz to leave you, to let you go.

Fear and pain paralyzed you as you saw what it seems to be in Waltz's hand. It was barely the size of a lemon... it's so tiny. So...so... vulnerable.

"Who would've thought that an old man like the Lieutenant still got hot ammo in his gun's chamber!" He laughs after shouting once again mockingly, looking over to the now broken man in question, of course Aitor, who was trying his best to keep Emily and Jake from hearing and seeing what was happening to their favorite person. To their new mom, as they chose to call you since a short while.

In Waltz's bloody hand was a barely developed, bloody fetus, umbilical cord still dangling on it.

And with one full glance at it, it's tiny life it never managed to live ended because of Waltz, your adrenaline vanished, at least the part that forced your muscles to fight against your restraints. It didn't let you bleed out, forced you fight on passively. Even though now, suddenly, you desperately begged for the sweet embrace of death.

You...you were... pregnant?

"Looking at you, i actually don't wonder how. At your pretty face, even a sterilized man would be able to become a father, my god you're a pretty little girl indeed." Waltz laughs again, carelessly throwing the now dead once-would-have-been-your-child onto your petrified but quickly beating chest. He was a total psychopath, you knew that, but this, you didn't know he was such a cold hearted bastard.

"What...why..." You stammer weakly, your brain not registering what just happened, the image of your and Aitor's dead child stuck in your head.

The images of a now no longer possible, a destroyed future, even more prominent, Aitor playing with your son or daughter, showing him the outdoors and it's beauty for the first time or Emily and Jake are trying to teach it simple things like crawling. They would've been amazing older siblings. He would've been amazing at raising it just like had done with his two own kids...

But most importantly: Your own gift towards Aitor, the biggest gift he once quietly told you when you questioned your relationship you could have given him...was now dead, lying on your heaving chest like a mangled ball of flesh.

On your right, you hear something you have never heard before, Aitor was screaming loudly into the rainy night, his usually calm tone broken as he sank to his knees in his makeshift prison, even next to his fellow men towards whom he usually kept up his stoic personality no matter what, Aiden and his kids. Then sobs followed, unfiltered howling of a father that just saw his kid die in front of him, nothing holding him back as he witnessed the gruesome scene before him. "C-casey! No...why...why you...!?" He asks between sobs, no longer expecting to get an answer as he saw your own eyes...broken, losing hope and faith in his voice.

He couldn't dare to look you into your glazed over, red from crying eyes. He felt guilty for not being strong enough to keep you save. For being the one who usually had to get helped out. For not stopping you from investigating Waltz. But you couldn't know that. He didn't speak anymore afterwards, merely grabbing onto the metal cage that kept him from running to you, from taking you into his arms to talk your everything was going to be fine, knuckles turning white from the pressure he put on them. He failed you. Failed your and his future child, one he only found out about now, just like you. Nothing will ever be alright again.

"Actually...if you took this old man, why shouldn't i have a go, i feel like i deserve it after i made you a part of such an incredibly important experiment, after all your DNA alone was the final touch for the serum! And...in the end...It's not like you'll be of use after tonight anyways, so why waste you while your still warm? You'll wish you were dead. Broken, destroyed..."

Have a go? What did he mean? No...he couldn't! With more fear than before, you struggle against his hands forcing your now already weak legs apart without much of a struggle after he got rid of your protective gear and the pants under them, ripping off your white lingerie — something you wanted to show Aitor that night, you wanted to surprise him, make him smile after a rough day as a Lieutenant — roughly, the elastics that remained afterwards snapping against your sensitive, cut apart area. You knew he was a terrible human being, but you seriously thought for all these weeks that he was simply a crazed man, his experiments and the serum making him a tunnel visioned maniac. But he was a true monster in the disguise of a man, something your adrenaline would never be capable of turning you into.

Without warning, he forces himself inside of you. It hurt so much... He wasn't Aitor. He wasn't supposed to be inside of you. "Nooo! Get off me! Pl-" "Fucking slut, i don't want to hear you crying now! Should've known better than to play the hero... you're not even partially as important and as strong as you think you are!" "Shut up! I WILL kill you, get my revenge!" You scream loudly as he pounds into you, no mercy on your tender, traumatized insides, his cock's outline showing at your exposed walls where he cut you open.

Like they still mattered now. You no longer mattered. Your threats, empty. You knew you wouldn't last after he's done. Done torturing you and your mind, your hopes and dreams.

"Shut her up, i don't care how!" Waltz growled out animalistic, the feeling of your slick walls clouding his "calculated" mind, as he picks up your legs over his shoulders, having problems with you left one due to your still broken hip.

"Nooo! Oh god! Please!! A-aitor... Aitor! Please...please don't! NOOOOO!" You let go of a terrified, bloodcurdling scream, your fear peaking, surely you had never reached such a high pitch in your life as you screamed out your soul, in panic and primal fear, your throat hurting at how sharp your cries were.

The Renegades came closer again, looking for something to stuff into your mouth...till they stopped looking around, fixated on something particular wicked in their messed up heads. Seeing it too, you shook your head vigorously, trying to dodge their grip, it being entirely useless.

In their hands, your dead unborn child.

"Open up, whore, it's feeding time~!" One croaks hoarsely and devilishly as the other kicked your already damaged jaw, almost dislocating it as you scream out again with your last chance, feeling the still warm and slimy body get pushed into your now cramping mouth.

They force you to start chewing. You feel it become chunks. Bloody, chewy chunks.

You become numb, your gaze becomes blank as you stop fighting them entirely and go limp. Why fight on...there was nothing worth you could live for...you disappointed your beloved Aitor.

Waltz continued to rut into your seemingly lifeless but very much breathing body like a starving animal. Aitor's desperate sobs get tuned out by you as lose connection to reality fully.

Why can't you just die!?

'Please let it end, give me my rest!'

Why...why you?

~~~~~~

With a cry out of sheer panic for your life, you shoot up in your bed, cold sweat covering your naked body. Your bed?

IT WASN'T REAL!

Nonetheless, you feel your formerly tired, now panicked, body tremble and shake at what your "eyes" just witnessed. You're too busy trying to catch a grip on your actual reality to notice Aitor firmly wrap his arms around you without any comment or question. He knew you had nightmares sometimes, sometimes as bad as something that was called a night terror. More common in children, but in Seneux many former runners had these kind of problems. Adding your testing as a kid, it's a pure recipe for disaster.

Both of you sat in the windy and cold silence of "Missy", the PK ship, for five minutes or more until you finally recovered enough to return Aitor's incredibly worried embrace, sobbing freely into his also naked chest. He knew more about your weak side than anyone else. It frightened you on some days about how at ease you're with unraveling yourself for him, letting down your entire build up guard of various hard years of training.

Only for him to suddenly strut into your messed up life and enchant you with his unique personality with nothing but a few flirty comments and this strong, stoic gaze he basically speared you with from the very first moments, keeping his eyes on you the entire time when you first met him.

"I..." You stutter, testing your current and ever so slowly returning mental capacity and strength to talk about your nightmare, the images of what Waltz did to dream-you flashing back up with just a single nudge and you cringe, trying to dodge the pain by pressing yourself further into your boyfriend's chest. "You don't need to explain if you can't. Take your time, my love..." He kept his voice low, not only to match your volume but also to not wake up others on the other sides of the very thin container walls.

Although, knowing your kind of nightmares, fat chances that they are still sleeping. You're...quite verbal...with with your fear in nightmares.

"No...i...i have to." You return, angry at yourself for losing your strength, for being exactly what all your former academy colleagues made fun of, a weak girl. There... there's never time to show weakness. And you didn't want Aitor to think you're helpless, weak. Just like they did.

"Casey, if you think you have to prove anything... please... don't. It will only hurt you..." Aitor begged softly, his thumbs circling your hips, feeling the goosebumps that covered you all over, not sure if it was just the low temperatures fault.

The "room" was dark, except for the obligatory UV Lamp on a very makeshift bedside table, right next to a book you gave Aitor to read if he ever got bored and you weren't close by. Aitor wasn't infected, fortunately, but Patricia and his kids are. The kids only because of their mother's blood during birth getting on them, infecting them and other complications, Aitor told you about the labor day, about him definitely not almost losing consciousness and how he cried like "a little bitch" when he first got the chance to hold his two kids, since they were twins.

You remember that conversation well, it was under a clear night sky with his kids tagging along, usually it made you laugh, imagining your big, strong protector crying a river or just straight up up and outing mentally when the birth got closer. But now, it only reminds you of THAT moment in your nightmare.

The thought made you sick to your stomach and you had to muster up a lot of strength to not empty it in that very moment. What if you're actually...? You couldn't be, right!? Things that happened in nightmares mean nothing, they never did with you at least!

You feel disgustingly nauseous, feeling his hands on your body, the rain pouring down onto your cut open, weakened body...like it was real, replaying in your head until you're feeling Aitor's caring hands immediately tighten around you defensively as he feels you tense up, sees your eyes widened in paralyzed fear. "Everything is fine, honey, I'm here for you—" "I was pregnant in the nightmare." You interrupt him quietly with your unexpected — even for you — straightforward confession, his body freezing on the spot as he realizes what you mean.

"And...and he...Waltz...this psychopath, he...he killed it!", choking on your words like your struggling to swallow your still beating like crazy heart... it's heart?...you can see it in his eyes. Nothing of what you expected, but instead, sorrow...he was just as hurt as you, or at least wanted you to see it like that, to comfort you. He knew that it had to feel incredibly real to you. Your nightmares tend to be vivid, but over time your reactions got numbed down.

When he heard your first terrorized screams tonight...your pleading...your strange, unfamiliar reactions...did he already know that it had to be a worse one? Was it your immediate response to it after finally waking up from it? Or was it something he learned to feel over time, like some kind of intuition?

"It was just your nightmare, i assure you..." He calmly brushes through your messy bed hair from struggling in your sleep, and it sounded like he wasn't taking your pain serious for a split second, until he continued, "If it had been real, i wouldn't have stopped at anything to try and rescue you and...their...life, no matter if it costs me mine...no matter how impossible you may think it to be if even you failed." He breaths out steadily, holding back his own signs of sadness, sniffling shortly.

It hit him just as hard as it hit you, you suddenly realized, while you thought you're silly for being so impacted by this. "I wouldn't let it come this far...I won't fail in real life. I promise."

There it was again.

With every passing more minute you spent tangled up in each other's tight embrace, you managed to breath out more calmly with every other try, your tears now only leaving dried stains and red, sore eyes. Oh how ridiculous you felt...

"Do you want to try and sleep some more?" He chose to be the first that spoke again, now that he felt your breath no longer hitch in your throat and your heart having a relaxed pace once again. You shook you head, you couldn't sleep right now, fearing it will continue your nightmare but also because you may feel tired, very tired, but somehow knew you wouldn't be able to fall asleep right now anyways.

"Can we... no, forget it..." You stop yourself, feeling silly for even thinking about it. "Well shit, honey, now i really want hear it, what do you want to do?"

His face was lit up softly by the violet lighting and you almost melt at the sight of his toothy, almost boyish smile. What a amazingly rare sight...almost scary at the sudden appearance of it.

You now wished you had taken your phone with you to Villedor, you would've never let this smile die in your mind, not just mentally.

Most women in the PK weren't his type and so was he, you having to shockingly overhear some women rather openly state that they thought Aitor's appearance must've been the reason Patricia wanted to cheat on him, that it was the reason she was that specific way towards him.

That he should've been happy to get her in the first place and that they didn't understand how blind you could be...

It made your blood boil, a by now terrible sign to some people, like a bad omen: seeing you glare at someone as you began to form your fists. It could be short of a quite literally bloody disaster, most learned.

But these chatty women weren't worth your true anger, he assured you calmly. Instead, Aitor himself made you see the good side of it after you told him what you heard, walking up and down in his quarters in Old Villedor with heavy pacing. The good side being that you would never have to defend your place at his side. But deep on the inside you wanted their eyes stuck to him and you, feel their seething anger and jealousy at your relationship.

Is that shallow of you? Or just a part of being just so incredibly human despite what you might be thanks to Waltz?

Returning to his question at hand, you smile back, confident once again thanks to his incredible reaction, "I want to see the stars with you again!"

For a moment, he looks surprised, but then he laughs, his lovely British accent mesmerizing you again and again, "Casey...i... don't know if you can hear it, but there is a thunderstorm going on right now!"

As if on cue, massive Thunder broke down nearby. You squint, you mouth hanging open slightly at the realization. Aitor distracted you so well, you couldn't hear even the stupid thunderstorm. "We could watch the thunderstorm??" You reply smartly yet stupidly as you try to cover up his common effect on you. The one he had on you since the first meeting.

The one he was so surprised about even having in the first place...

"Didn't know i still had that kind of effect on such a young and pretty woman."

By the exact word and his accent, you remember the way he looked at you with such intrigue. And what it all became after he send Aiden away while you kept lingering around to look at the Base. How you lost your incredibly well kept 'innocence' to this flirtatious older and formerly married man at the same day, not even an hour later and didn't regret it an ounce to this day...

"Thunderstorm gazing? Seriously? Are you trying to get us both hit by lightning this time?" He jokes but sighs in defeat as he sees how serious you are, grumbling at his initial reaction, "So you really want to watch the thunderstorm? How? Without a tarp we get wet. With one we can't—" "I got a see through one."

Not able to argue with your idea anymore — oh and HOW he could, he could just pin your ass to bed and you'd be skyhigh with happiness already — he helped you look for the tarp you mentioned, some poles with rope and then helped you onto his back while you carried the bag with all kinds of blankets you may have nicked from people that no longer needed them, aka. from now very dead Survivors that tried to get a hit on you first while you were in a terrible mood. Said bag included a big camping mattress that you brought with you on your trip. It wasn't the thickest but it kept surprisingly warm on wet and or cold ground.

"You think this will hold?" Aitor fixed the last corner of the tarp, slightly questioning your way of building it, but still quickly hurrying to slide under it and onto the mattress with you when he felt the rain start catching onto his thin everyday clothes. "Yes, i never build a cover on a literal container before, but it should hold. Even during this storm. "

A new lightning strike lit up the dark sky, the moans of the infected far more audible without a real "wall" parting you two from them. But you're high enough to be safe from their hungry grasps, but not too high to become the unfortunate targets of any smiting that may happen tonight. One time was painful enough and Aitor would not survive one at all, you were 100% sure about it.

"Fuck, you're bloody shivering, you really still want to stay up here?" His concern was again on you, passively watching you pull him closer to your indeed shivering form, while still making sure you didn't put too much pressure on your hurt hip. "Of course, now that we're up here, why leave? But please come under the covers with me, warm me up with your hot ass body?"

Aitor didn't need to be asked twice, cursing at the biting cold, pulling you as close as possible in a spooning position. The mountains of colorful blankets thankfully fit under the tarp's area of coverage, not soaking up any unwanted cold rainwater, a special, fuzzy one in lime green being your first layer of choice as you toyed with the long, soft and puffy bundles of fabric. It had been a while since you two last managed to truly cherish each other's warmth that much in such a special set up, feeling the other's calm heartbeat.

Though, you had to agree, most couples never even knew what it meant to be this close with one another, their highest level affection ending with your and Aitor's basic everyday things, nowadays at least. It probably was much different back when people cared less about their own personal survival for the next day. How often you had seen the corpses of abandoned children, women and men...just because the other was too afraid for their own lives to wake them up, uncaring and often not even spending a moment of thought for their "loved ones".

Or the letters. Of women or men waiting for their partners to return, only to sadly be mistaken, starving to their deaths because they believed more into said love than the other.

These findings were the worst that you found on you expeditions as a former runner and now part of the military tasked with cleaning the areas outside of the walls for future expansion. Them and those rare exceptions that told you that love didn't die out with the rest of the bigger population during the events of The Fall. Couples, intertwined in now rotting beds, holding hands while their skeletons still partially "sat" on edges of buildings or cliffsides, embracing each other until they lost their last bits of strength...wanting to spend their even their last moments together.

You made sure everyone of the people you found managed to get a rightful burial, feeling like they deserve a good rest after standing through these times with a heart beating strongly...until they of course didn't.

"What are you thinking about? You seem a bit lost in thought, i hope it's something positive?"

You nod, turning around to face your partner, realizing you accidentally laid on your fractured hip, grimacing at the stinging it gave you, "Just remembered some things from my work in Seneux. Rough times, the things you tend to see..." He nods, understanding you, knowing you didn't want to talk about most of them, at least not yet. Someday you'd tell him..

Although you highly expected either Charles or Peterson to gossip like little girls the second they manage to break the ice with Aitor. He'd have so much to listen to, he would regret wanting to hear them all. Mostly though, you had video proof of missions, due to protocol. It was probably days of material just because you and the others regularly forgot or "forgot" to stop recording afterwards and it captured footage of you during free time or training, be it for yourself or you giving some to your recruits.

"Your hip hurt?" You simply nod at his question, pulling yourself back to him, wrapping your arms around his big neck to plant a few gentle pecks onto his pout from his question, not wanting to end this kinda nice event of interaction just because your stupid ass hip needed to act up now. You had been through worse.

"Make... love to me...please?" You request in-between of a particular passionate kiss, his already tight grip on your bottom getting even more evident at your blunt words and timid 'please', his blue eyes looking for yours in the darkness of your "love nest", wondering if either the nightmare or the cold gave your head some short-circuiting. "What if someone hears us?!", Normally you would understand his concern, but you wanted to feel him close to you, the closest he could be to you.

You wanted to forget his touch, real or not, you needed Aitor's familiar hands on your body to remind you that nothing that you saw was real, that he was the only one who got to touch you in such a way. "Let them hear. I don't care. Let them hear just how much i love you, what they are missing..." You meant the women that made fun of Aitor for something you didn't see, ever. If there was something that made women jealous, it was hearing another woman be pleasured more than they are or ever have been.

"I'm still a lieuten— oh fuck!" With half-lidded eyes, you pout at him, using a free hand to gently brush over his still covered big bulge. He wasn't soft, you were sure of that, maybe he even thought about this possibility before you opened your needy mouth? "You feel pretty ready for being so against the idea, Lieutenant."

He shakes softly against your daring touch, sighing out at your barely there fingers, "Good, you win. Fuck...i need you, my little girl...". You only wore one of his massive t-shirts and some underwear since you didn't want to waste too much time with dressing up just to watch the Weather. Aitor put on some grey joggers and a t-shirt as well, so both of you quickly managed to get undressed again, or you at least.

The thunderstorm was pushed out of the picture, only becoming background noise as he made sure the covers went over you two fully, leaving you in the cosy dark of your combined scents and warmth, some lightning occasionally pushing light through the many layers of blankets.

Aitor didn't start with his commonly needy touches right away, instead he carefully brushed across the left side of your face. The lone feeling of knowing there was no other woman, or general person that received his gentle caress and this type of affection, it was often enough to drive you mad for this man.

You had what no other had.

"Have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asks under his breath as you feel his thumb circle some scars on your own face, particularly the one across your left eye, it almost made you pay with your sight on said eye but a doctor could save it from an infection. Now an every once in a while aching scar is all that remains, even the person that caused it had long been taken care of.

"Well, you tend to mention it..." You mumble back with a joking tone to your words. He reminded you of 'his view on your appearance' at least once every two days, usually pulling you away from a mission, be it in person or via radio. Whenever he could do it in person, he pushed you up against any solid object he could find, towering over you as he gave you a heated kiss. And he made it so hard for you to pull away afterwards, to leave him to do his own job instead of jumping him right then and there.

But usually you could show him your love afterwards anyways, whenever you managed to share the same bed at that day. Or evening.

His sudden kiss pulled you back to reality, now also getting the tingling sensation of his still a bit cold hands venturing the familiar hills and valleys of your body, taking one of your breasts into his hands. While your hands could never fully cup them, his are basically made for them. Soft yet firm, they were always sensitive to his or even your own touch.

His other one kept your face steady as he deepened the kisses, biting at your bottom lip, your sighs drawn out at his gentle but more than obvious hungry touch. No matter his age, he had the same high sex drive, the same lust and need for it as a man your own age. It often gave you the theory of it coming from his loveless marriage, but you never wanted to interrogate him about it, it was something he had to start talking about himself.

Before long, your tongue and his explored each other's mouths, trading dominance every once in a while. He tasted of the tea you luckily found for him some days ago, even now — hours after he drank some — having left a familiar hint of it on his tongue. Being a big tea lover as well, you decided to try the liquid that came out of the most likely ages old leaves as well...

You cared too much for your man's feelings to tell him the tea tasted like brown water, especially after you saw his happiness once you showed him your initial find. It must've been so long since he last had actual tea, that he may even forgot what good tea tastes like. Knowing Villedor's Standards, or what was left of it, you couldn't question it either. But he would definitely get shocked once he sees the literal coffee and tea shops back in Seneux.

You couldn't wait to capture his expression to them and the rest of the region via Phone.

While he tastes of (bad) black tea, there was the chance that you shared your lunch with him, MRE rations that you somehow forgot at the lowest parts of your seemingly never ending Backpack. You remember it being something close to Tomato Soup...maybe Vegetable Soup.

Gentle suction on your tongue made you forget the stupid train of thought, letting your hands wander aimlessly across his strong back, feeling him flex at your light but to him still magical touch. Your other free hand brushed through his short black hair, aiming to mess it up a bit after he forgot to wash it before you went to bed. Not like showers are a regular in Villedor anyways. But luckily, you get a bit numb to certain people's odors after a few days...god, you missed your fucking bathtub and shower.

"You feel so amazing, even like this..." You whisper tenderly against his lips, equally as swollen as yours after you turned it into a more rough make out session, sensing his eyes on your lips, even in the darkness. "Can only agree on that, i just can't get enough of you..." He returns, lust evident even further in his words as he suddenly abandoned you by getting down to your thighs' height. He continues his kisses without a warning, but now dangerously close to your wet center.

The way he worked you, it wouldn't take long for him to find you already dripping at the bare minimums of his touch.

He grabs at your meaty, soft thighs, parting them just the slightest to not cause you any pain with your hip fracture, tightening it at once as he felt you moan at his "innocent" kiss against your mound. No comment slipped past his busy lips as he furthered his exploration, one his lips went on often. You never made him do it and very rarely openly asked him when you had sex, he usually got that idea himself, only getting himself harder with your wound up whimpers at the end of him toying around with your hypersensitive area.

It brought him just so much dirty joy seeing you getting wound up and beg in his tight grasp, be it now because of his cock or his tongue and mouth.

To him, it was a sign of control. And people rarely got to control you in particular. But he always did. Only for him you're the submissive one, the bunny to the big strong wolf. His biggest turn on was watching you struggle, your lewd — and for some unimaginable, if they thought about you — expressions, your screams, cries and mewls of ecstasy when he simply first stretched you out to filling you up with his load.

"Oh yes! Right there! Ahhh Aitorrrr!" You whine, placing your hands on his head in a natural refkex as his quite sensual kisses quickly turned into a starving man eating his first meal in days, his tongue reaching places his cock usually didn't reach due to being just much less flexible.

Hearing his name being almost sung out by your high pitched whines, he couldn't hold back a grin against your drenched outer and inner lips, "What would you rather want? I'll eat you out till you cum all over my face like my dirty little girl always does or i can fuck you right now, make you forget your own mother's name?"

Already being in another place with your brain, you can only nod but trying pull him up to yourself told him enough about your decision. Oh how you wanted him, wanted to feel him...forget your former horrid encounter with Waltz in your nightmare.

"I need you..." You begged, kissing him at once when he was near your face, tasting no longer the tea but just your own lust as he began pulling down his bothering pants. The surroundings, the thunderstorm...in some weird way it accelerated your heart beat. Like whenever you became enraged, but you quite obviously weren't. It was the entire opposite.

It felt electrifying, every nerve ending in your body reacting to his touch and you felt like burning up as you realize he was about to enter you already. His size was no problem for once, both of you equally surprised at the rare occasion. Your own didn't last long though, as he bottomed out from the very beginning, striking your spongy weak spot near your womb's entrance. The loud, obscene mewls and whimpers that came in return, made Aitor hesitate about how he could shut you up.

Yet at the same time...he lived for your voice, how it shattered into curses and whimpers when he was working you. Oh these delicious tones your throat was able to produce if he just hit the right spot or even just touched you on the very peculiar days. To him, it was simply a sign that you have never gotten to feel such "bliss" before him. Should he feel proud? Or worried?

"Ohhhh~ So gooddd! Daddy...yes~!" You pant, holding onto him tightly as he went a different route than usually, rough, yes, but also slower and more loving, although he was always loving when you had sex, absolutely always. And then he heard this very specific nickname reserved definitely just for him and only him. It made his plan of treating you right for once just so much harder and while it wasn't like you didn't want him to basically break you in two very happy pieces every time you fucked, he heard your words. Make Love to you. In his eyes and apparently yours too, it meant something else. Passion, as if it wasn't already a big part in your "get-together"s, is supposed to be the biggest feeling in this.

As odd as it might have sounded but Aitor wouldn't even care tonight if he came. His only goal was to make you happy.

Yet, what he didn't know was that you're only feeling really happy afterwards if you both came, feeling his sweaty and well-trained body trying to not crush you after he spent himself inside of you. Real bliss for you was him feeling any kind of positive instead of negative. So you two might've had a problem.

It became incredibly hot beneath the blankets with you two panting and moaning unbothered by any possible eavesdropper. He thrusted back in and out of your wet cunt, hiding his red from heat face in the crook of your neck, the cold metal of his dog tags resting on your chest, probably tangled with your own like always. His hot breath hit against your shoulder while you shook against his iron-grip on your hips, his hands placed higher than usually, mouth agape at the seemingly unending pleasure. "Fuck...i love you...i really really do...oh...oh god!" You cry, fingernails digging into his back as he sharply pounds into you, hitting the dead end of your walls, knowing how to reach it in almost any position by now.

His hands seek your chest, fondling them along side, drinking up your oh so vulnerable sounding cries of lust. Anybody who didn't know you any better would think you're an absolute whore, a needy little girl for her older boyfriend. They wouldn't know what hid under that facade until it was too late and she sunk her axe into their heads, her true instinct, one of a cold hearted soldier, burning in her grass green, too innocent looking, eyes.

Did he tame a beast unknowingly?

Or did he just hope he did, for the reckless beast's sake?

One hand left to grab her healthy hip again, steadying himself as he felt himself lose to his need and quickly closing in on his climax. "I love you as well, you're my...little girl after all?"

Every hard, unrelenting, but surprisingly controlled thrust made you think he was going to breach your inner center, straight up fuck a baby into you uterus. That he was actually going to rearrange your insides and you would've let him do so with tears and a fucked-stupid smile. Today though, that wasn't his plan, it just became so natural to him to try and let you feel more incredible and small every time that he forgot that you wanted him to gently fuck you.

There are always other days were you two could try not to get yourself sore and to a point of bleeding with bruises from his grip whenever he forgets that he held onto you. Today is a fair middle. No bleeding. No bruises. But also barely gentle.

If your hip wouldn't have been fucked up right now, he would've kneeled over you, picked you up by them and made sure to make you see stars even during the thunderstorm. Seeing you slowly begin to drool onto the camping mattress, your head falling limply to the side with your tongue hanging out, it assured him that you felt fully satisfied. Your words came out jumbled and slurred, his proud smile only growing at the sight. So beautiful, mesmerizing even, no especially with drool seeping from your wide open mouth as you loudly and definitely pathetically cried out the only words you managed to form normally, his name and curses with begs of wanting him to continue, to empty himself inside of you again.

You must be totally ruined for basically any other man at this point, physically and emotionally. Aitor always thought he was quite humble, a rare personality trait for a huge part of Peacekeepers, but seeing himself pride himself with marking the little girl sent from Seneux, one that apparently never fell in love before or anything else, taking your love and so very sweet adoration for himself made him feel unchallenged some days. The simple, domestic feeling of knowing he could see you at the end of his workday. It made his day, made him feel so happy already on its own.

"Aitor! I'm...Ngh...oh god~" just as you reminded him, not quietly too, he has to bite back his own groans. But it grew unbearable, moaning deeply as he reached his own high. His member twitched inside of your slick and welcoming walls as he buried his still very fertile seed deeply inside of you. He hisses at your nails digging into his skin, feeling them drag across his broader back as you shout out in ecstasy. You came almost on time, his hot load coating probably even your inner entrance shooting you off the rails as your walls contract against him.

You both bury your faces in the necks of the other, your ragged breathes reminding you that you, in fact, aren't dead. The sting in you left hip returning also reminded you. "Shit...i thought you said 'make love to me' not 'make me drool all over you' ??" Aitor asks, out of breath but recovering as you blush at his blunt statement, choosing to hug him closer to your sticky chest and rest of your body instead of trying to defend yourself. It's not like it was your fault, he chose to rail you like that.

"But i get it, love. You wanted to...forget. The nightmare, i mean. His filthy hands, if he ever really laid a hand on you in that way or another, nothing will hold me back. It wouldn't end like in the tunnel back then..." He felt guilty for your nightmare, something that wasn't even in his hands to control. Silent, not wanting to strain your sore throat immediately again, you nod but also brush your hand against his hot cheek. The slight stubble tickled your hand and you smile up to him.

He understood your silence, having begun to read even your expressions like a book. One of his favorite books, in that case. The other one was reading your occasional "grunts" whenever you felt too busy or bothered to use normal human language with him or anyone else in that matter. Fortunately you rarely do that.

Using his left over strength, he switched positions with you, making sure to keep you plugged up with his now softer but still big cock since he knew you would be all pouty and "mad" if he already let you feel "empty" again. The air under the covers got just too stuffy now to keep it entirely over your heads and he pulled it down just enough to be able to breath normally again with you, so at his shoulders and about half your head. The thunderstorm was still going very strong, not giving any signs of stopping.

Would you two even be able of getting back down to your bed like this? Low chances, even his legs felt shaky after what you two just did.

He felt your eyes on him and switched from looking at the cloudy night sky to your slightly dazed green eyes instead, "Yeah?" Aitor asked innocently since it seemed like you had a specific look to your glances, "Have i ever told YOU that you're the most handsome man in my life? No one can compare to you in my eyes."

A smile rose to your lips as you see him blush, eyes wide from your words, "Babe? Are you blushing?" You now turn to ask, seeing the warm shade tipping his ears as he was frozen in place, "N-no. I don't...blush." as hesitant as his answer was, as weak was his defense against your 'accusation' of blushing.

"Did i make the ever-stoic, strong, capable and excellent Lieutenant of the Peacekeepers blush??" You continue, edging your body closer to his face, subconsciously making sure your lower half was still plugged and warmed internally, "No... it's... it's the cold."

Audibly you 'hmm' into his face, using your index finger to trace his mentioned blush, mainly sticking out by being hot as hell even during this kind of weather.

He just thought he escaped your clutches as you continue, "The cold. Yes. Of course. You want to stay with that? Not the fact that it was me calling out your incredibly handsome and manly features?"

"N-no!" With your words leaving your mouth, you could only feel his face warm up even further, his voice cracking through his quite obvious lie. His shocked face made you want to kiss him so badly, that you just simply did, roughly and full of your desire that was left over from when he made love to you.

The times are rare that you could fully appreciate his presence, surprisingly many people want your help while you're still here and readily available, especially now after your almost "stuff of Legends" kinda story of you climbing and surviving the Volatile's Nest in the VNC Tower on your very own, even returning like some mythological fire bird after everyone feared you died, to help not only yourself but the entirety of Villedor. The only thing keeping you from running around all day and night, unfortunately barely letting your PK boyfriend reach a glimpse of you during that, is your fucked up hip. It just had to be your hip...

Your plans were to minimize the amount of missions you take, make Aiden take some of the more lengthy ones to relax more until Seneux finally gave you the day they could come over to "rescue" you. And of course Aiden, Hakon and the PK that openly asked you of possibly doing "an exchange job" over at Seneux to maybe learn more techniques or to better their overall strength at the training camps your region had. One of them was Aitor, with his kids of course and his men Hepper, Brooks and Jackson.

After you parted from your kiss, his touch lingering on on yours, you sigh relaxed, resting your head back on his broader shoulders. His hands went through your still a bit messy hair as he turns to watch the lightning course through the clouds and listening to the mix of heavy raindrops on the tarp and on the metal of the container your 'nest' is located on. You both knew even without words that the other was happy and satisfied, no need for questions of confirmation. Sometimes though, he did ask them, just so you didn't silently stare at each other with your fucked out expressions, only for you to shut him up with yet another kiss.

Just about an hour and a half ago, you felt miserable and partially traumatized from your vivid nightmare, but now you had basically forgotten it already, knowing it wasn't real in the end so you could plan your departure from Villedor and your next steps in finding Waltz and truly defeating him. To change your nightmare's grotesque story.

"Thank you..." You mumble against his warm skin, one free hand brushing through his short black hair, like he was currently doing with yours as well, your other hand resting on his shoulder next to your head. "For what?" He asks confused, finding comfort in your presence as well, "For being at my side. No matter how stupid my problems sometimes are..."

His hand stops for a moment, registering your words as his eyebrows furrowed, "What's that supposed to mean? Your problems aren't stupid. They are important, just like mine or the kids' for example... Casey, you had a horrible nightmare and i couldn't have possibly left you to deal with it on your own."

He could've. You already had nightmares before you met him.

"Aitor, i had nightmares like these since i can remember, that being surprisingly age 4 to 5, then mostly blank and then again from 7 to today." Waltz had tested on you when you were about 6 or 7, you could be sure about that. You remember bits and blurry pieces of it, but until recently never enough to piece together that you're truly one of the GRE Kids that got tested on. "And i had to deal with them myself before you entered my life. It became a fight against my emotions, i cast them out, learnt not to cry."

Until of course Aitor became such a quick and way too important part of your actually tiny universe. He acknowledged you, for who you are, not for the riot gear wearing soldier you trained to become. It's what laid underneath.

The scared girl that only looked for the right person to walk her side in life.

"But you...you being with me...not only have i found a way to deal with nightmares on a more healthy way, most of the time, but they have been much less frequent than in the past..."

He was an anchor to reality for you, kept you calm and collected in a heated moment but didn't hold you back when he knew himself that you're in the right.

In the distance, you two could hear the infected continue to groan and moan, forever trapped with their insatiable hunger for humans. It wouldn't just help the living if you killed them. It would also free those that turned and never died in true peace.

"You don't know how unimaginable that sounds to me, that i could ever ease the fears of yours... that you even got fears. People always only see how we look on the outside, think that I'm the one protecting you." Aitor saw those looks too then, people who didn't know would worry about someone your size being out all on their own, others are surprised to see Aitor, tall and strong as he was, look for you when he needed advice on a plan or actual physical power.

"But it's the other way around, is it not?"

In his eyes, you could see he tried not to let these 'superficial' feelings get to him, the feeling of not being the actual man in this relationship. You understand his fear. Fear of being the weaker part of you two, he wants to be your real protector, to no longer hear you use it as a mere nickname for him. To him it didn't matter if you said he already protects you. He thought he was incredibly weak next to what you're capable of and whenever you woke up at night, you sometimes caught him wide awake, staring against whatever roof you had over your heads that night.

And you knew it was his worry eating him alive, stealing his quite important sleep.

"Aitor i...no...you aren't weak! You can't measure that with me, whatever i am is not...not a normal human. My strength wouldn't be the same without the shit i got injected as a fucking kid." What you are... was nothing good, nothing to be proud of. You couldn't control it, didn't know where it would stop when targeting your enemies. You don't want to fathom what happens if this evil wins over you...what if it becomes unstoppable, it's rage breaking down everything you've build up after The Fall?!

He didn't fully know how you struggled every time it broke out of you, only able to see your physical struggle trying to stay up straight at your cramping, overachieving muscles and nerves. And he didn't need to, you couldn't possibly put even more worry onto his back.

"I... " he begins, playing with one of your hair's strands that usually fell into you face even if you put them into a ponytail, "I just don't want to be so weak next to you. I want to actively be able to stand next to you in battle, even if your rage begins to take over."

What he asked of you... would be suicidal, as said, you didn't know if your rage may ever target him as well just because he was too close. With this cursed strength, you probably can never fight side by side with your squad ever again either...you'd have to abandon your team for their sake.

"Please. Casey. Maybe if you...maybe if you train me? Once we're Seneux?"

His request seemed so simple, you have been taught how to lead training sessions, did many before you departed for Villedor. You had been a force to be reckoned with before you even uncovered the true reason for it, having been a quick and determined learner all your life, pair that with high "natural" strength and your father believed he had found the Security System Branch's Future. Now you're supposed to train the new Recruits with the best physical fitness, the same way you taught yourself and still train to this day.

But Aitor? You don't know if you even had the heart to throw him through your training...

"I...i can try."

Both of you talked for about an hour, enjoying the cuddling until the mattress became uncomfortable enough for Aitor to decide to carry you back down to your shared bed, leaving the makeshift little camp up on the Ship's containers to take down tomorrow morning when the rain hopefully stopped.

Your nightmare had been long forgotten, already a distant memory thanks to his commitment to take your mind off of it. His worry left as well once he noticed your just so much calmer state, be it because of him "making love" to you or because he talked with you about basically anything that came to his tired, post-climax brain.

He cleaned you up a bit with a rag so neither of you got uncomfortably sticky at the rest of your night's sleep before you went to bed. Instinctively, you clinged to his upper body from the side, humming satisfied and at ease once more. Especially once his left arm went over you to keep you close even after you fell asleep, you really felt safe.

He didn't know just how much he protects you on almost a daily basis. You didn't need physical protection — or that at least what you like to think — but instead emotional or mental protection, be it from yourself or your inner demons that haunt you ever since they have been testing on you.

He is your incredibly strong, capable and loving protector — no matter how — and you will make sure he learns that fact someday.

But for now, you needed to get back to Seneux first...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#dying light 2 aitor #aitor x reader #aitor dying light 2 #dying light 2 #dying light 2 aitor x reader #aitor x oc #dying light stay human #dying light 2 stay human #dying light 2 aitor x oc #10 #aitor

[frosteee]

Poor Kid (Thoughts on the end of .hack//SIGN)

I’ve always felt a bit weird about the ending to .hack//SIGN (counting UNISON as the ending). This is because of the the fact that none of the players get involved (beyond cameos) in the following events (//INFECTION etc.), and how it affected my favourite character from that series.

Yeah, it was a happy ending for everyone - except Sora. You know, the child who was put in a coma for A YEAR (according to the series timeline - from 2009-2010). 

[LONG, 17-YEAR LATE RANT AHEAD]

[JESUS, 17 YEARS?]

The Problems

Tsukasa and co. had to have heard about it. The infamous PKer who was always around suddenly isn’t not around anymore. The infamous PKer who bought them time to escape Morganna, who told Tsukasa he was going to be ‘right behind’ them, never appeared.

The last place anyone saw him was in the domain of a crazed, homicidal God A.I bent on murdering them all. 

Nobody put two and two together?! Nobody looked at one another and asked, “Hey, where’s Sora?” 

Did nobody give a shit? They moved the world for Tsukasa, another child they barely knew and who gave them more than enough trouble, but not Sora? They managed to find out the state of Tsukasa’s player, but not Sora?

Sora might have annoyed and inconvenienced people, but he was a stupid kid. A ten-year-old kid in an online game where you can do anything you want. He didn’t deserve a fate worse than death. Not even Silver Knight, who despised him, would hold such a grudge to say that Sora’s player deserved to lay comatose for a year, his consciousness sealed into a monster’s weapon, and a fragment of himself condemned to wander The World as a A.I. 

But who saves Sora? A total stranger, who reacts to his thanks with confusion (basically ”Uh, you’re welcome? Who are you??”). Kid didn't even know Sora existed or what happened.

I love the show and the series to pieces, but it would’ve been nice for the games to have the SIGN players return and help Kite in the name of helping Sora, someone they know who is still affected by the shit that went down back then.

Really, with all that considered, Sora should really be angry with Tsukasa and the rest. As far as he’s concerned, they left him to suffer alone for a full year before some rando kid saved him by accident. Nobody bothered to make sure he survived the face-off with Morganna - the crazed, homicidal God A.I. Not even Tsukasa, who had promised to be his friend.

Never mind dancing with them - the first words out of Sora’s mouth at the Unison party should have been: “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS?”

In all seriousness, there’s a definitive lack of development and investment in Sora’s character that makes his inclusion in Unison seem... wrong. He should be angry with Tsukasa and the others for forgetting him. He should be sad because the one friend Sora thought he had made never reciprocated the help he had given - nobody he knew did. 

No, they weren’t bosom buddies, by any means, but the entire SIGN series showed us that these people - Bear, Mimiru, etc. - were not people who would sit idle while knowing someone was suffering and in danger, especially someone they knew.

The problem lies with the games, I think, and how the characters and events of SIGN were treated as cameo fare rather than something to weave into the main plot.

THE FIX

The first game, INFECTION, could have easily done away with this problem. The Wandering Sora A.I and the SIGN cast’s hunt for Skeith could have been incorporated easily into Kite’s mission, without taking over Kite’s story. They could have been cameos/NPCs in the following games after Skeith was defeated and Sora returned. Useful allies in the fight against evil, all that.

ENDGAME

This would have made UNISON so much more powerful, because we, the audience who have seen SIGN and played the games, know that these people are friends and have fought together, and that Sora is alive and well here because of their efforts.

Sora would know that too. Always found it weird how some people return from comas with their memories intact and pop right back into the game for more (looking at you, G.U!), and others, like Silver Knight and Sora, get their memories completely wiped. Convenience, probably, Haseo had to be a blank slate, so no SIGN baggage for him.

Anyway, Sora, with his memories intact (because ow the feelings) would be a (slightly) older boy who has went through so much suffering and seen people come to his aid, even though he pissed them off 99% of the time. That shit would stick. No more PKing - he has friends now! Yeah, he’s still a kid, but he’s not nearly as reckless or immature.

I’m just dreaming now, lol, but even when I first watched UNISON, having watched SIGN and played the games (well... two of them, gah), it felt weird to see Sora just... doing his regular thing, like nothing happened, and then suddenly all pally with everyone at the end because Tsukasa happened to notice him crying (as touching as that scene was, not going to lie I wanted to hug him).

It all felt a bit... hollow? Strange? 

This is the end of everyone’s story here - and the end of Sora’s story too (unless G.U was in the works by this point). Its purpose was to show how far everyone has come, how the turmoil and support has brought them all together. 

UNISON should have demonstrated Sora’s change from a reckless, lonely, stupid kid to a kid with friends, who values those friends, and doesn’t need to shift his own suffering onto others to make himself feel good for five seconds. 

He’s gone through so much shit, we as viewers/players know that - yet UNISON wraps it up without there being much to wrap up because the games didn’t bother.

Instead, Sora is the same as before. Sora owes Mistral and everyone at that party his life - or he should - yet he continues his regular PK schtick and challenges Silver Knight to a fight. Everyone around him reacts as if that is the case. What was the point of all the hell he went through? 

Really everything except that scene with Tsukasa should be different. Perhaps, despite everything, despite growing as a person, Sora still fears rejection, fears - like a little boy would - that the people who saved him only did so out of obligation and don’t really like him. So he hides. Tsukasa notices that Sora is missing from the gathering, so he goes to find him. Tsukasa finds Sora hiding and upset, assures him his fears are unfounded, and brings him out to dance.

Poor kid, he deserves it!

(LOOK AT HIS SMILING FACE DAMNIT. WOULDN’T YOU PROTECT THAT SMILE? PROTECT THAT SMILE AT ALL COSTS.)

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[habsfans98]

Reflection of the 2010′s in the NHL

Favorite season in the 2010′s

My favorite season by far in the NHL this decade, was the 2013-2014 season. This was the best season that the habs played this decade in my opinion. Not just in the regular season, but in the post season as well. While I know that the 2014-2015 season, was the better season overall in terms of points and numbers. That season, just felt like the “Carey Price show” rather than the habs show (Which resulted in a sloppy first round series with the pesky Sens, and a painful series against the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

The 2013-2014 Season felt like the team wasn’t just relying on Carey Price. It felt like the team new he was the best goalie in the world. And they weren’t going to let his great play go to waste. 

Resulting a deep playoff run, that only ended because a dirty play. (NO! I still haven’t forgiven Chris Kreider for the taking out Price in that series. And I never will!) 

Favorite Player of the 2010′s 

My favorite player of the 2010′s isn’t who you probably expect me to pick. And I honestly really thought about this one. You’d think I’d pick PK Subban. But really, it was Carey Price, and it has everything to do with being the heart and soul of the Canadiens, for all of this decade. I know that since I made this blog. I’ve made many posts and rants, that the habs overly rely on Price to steal games from the habs. But, he’s never complained about it. Not once. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a single comment, or criticism come from Price. That’s honestly why he’s my favorite player of decade. He let his play speak for him, all decade long. 

Favorite Playoff series of the 2010′s 

If you are a habs fan, and your favorite playoff season of the decade isn’t the 34th meeting between the Boston Bruins vs. Montreal Canadiens in the second round of the 2014 Stanley Cup playoffs. Shame on you. That series, was spectacular. It was everything a Habs vs Bruins series should have. Hard hits, dirty plays, shitty talking on and off the ice, amazing goaltending between Carey Price and Tukka Rask. Still remember the jumping for joy when Subban scored the game winner in game 1 OT. But it was game 6. Down 3-2 in the series and facing elimination home. Every player in the habs uniform that game, played at a whole new level. All of this capped off with a satisfying game 7 win, in a silenced TD Garden, after a 3-1 win. 

Favorite Stanley cup Final of the 2010′s 

I hate the fact that for a second decade in a row. The habs couldn’t get to the stanley cup finals! 

However, that didn’t stop me from watching every stanley cup final during this decade. And so many of them were spectacular and memorable. The one that fits the favorite category was the 2012 Stanley cup Final. 

There’s one reason why this is my favorite Finals. My high buddy predicted the LA Kings winning the cup. That’s right. In my final year of high school. My hockey crazed friend, told me with a straight face, the LA Kings would win the Stanley cup. This was before they changed coaches mind way though the season, and still stayed true to his prediction, when they made in as the eighth seed in the west. When I asked him why he thought they’d win, he gave me just gave me two names: Anze Kopitar, and Jonathan Quick. 

The LA Kings themselves also made this a memorable series. Winning both games 1 and 2 on the road in OT, stopping the Devils on home ice in game three, only to lose both games 4 and 5, to have one of the most brutal plays of the decade, cause the dreaded five minute major to the Devils, that ended there season. 

It was the first time an eight seed in North American Sports, ever won a Championship.  

Most Disappointing NHL moment of the 2010′s 

Sigh... For New York Rangers fans. Game 4 of the 2014 Eastern Conference Finals was an unforgettable night for one moment in particular. Martin St. Louis OT winner. It’s also my most Disappointing moment of the 2010′s. It was the first time since a 2011 World Junior Gold medal game, where my heart sank like a rock in a pond. 

St. Louis goal, gave the Rangers a 3-1 lead in the series. the habs would bonce back with a 7-4 win in game six. That’s as much has the habs offense could must. As they could score again against the Rangers losing 1-0 in Madison Square Garden. 

So many things happened in that series that I look back on as what if’s. What if Chris Kreider didn’t crash into Price on purpose and injure him? What if the offense didn’t dry up in game six? What if the five players on the ice remember Martin St. Louis was still in are zone before he scored that OT goal against are third sting goalie? Would have won a game seven back in Montreal? 

These are the question that will never have answers...

Most Shocking moment of the 2010′s 

Honestly, we had some shocking moments in the NHL this decade. Some on the ice, some off the ice. Yet, I don’t think anyone expected what happened during the 2017-2018 season. 

No one! NOT A SINGLE PERSON! Predicted what happened that season. And if your did; you clearly owned a god damn time machine! 

THE VEGAS GOLDEN KNIGHTS.  

A brand knew expansion team, with players picked up from the other 30 teams in the league; that either didn’t want them, tossed them away for cap relief, or just saw no harm in letting them leave for the new time. Some how managed to become the greatest expansion team in North American Sports History. 

In their first season in the NHL. The Knight had a record of 51-24-7 for 109 points, and winning the Pacific division. They then swept the LA Kings in the first round, Humiliated the San Jose Sharks in the second round, and humbled the Winnipeg Jets (turning the entire nation of Canada against them), by beating them in 4-1 in the western conference finals to make the Stanley cup final. They would lost to the Capitals in five games in the Stanley up Final. However, that last part doesn’t change the fact that all these events happened...

IN THE GOLDEN KNIGHTS FIRST NHL SEASON!

Nothing that has happened in this decade will ever or can top that at least to me! 

#habsfan98 #NHL #montreal canadiens #opinion #new year #End of a decade #Reflection of the 2010′s in the NHL

[bluegekk0]

do you think lewk would try to get into tiktik jerky several times and PK has to stop them because thats HIS tiktik jerky

i think they would share it, actually. if there's one thing that's consistent about fpk, it's that he always puts the needs of others before his own, even if that means he suffers as a result (which is something grimm encourages him to work on and change). so he would most likely share his food with his children if they wanted it

the only scenario i can think of where he wouldn't, not initially at least, is when he's hunting. the hunger craze he gets into when chasing and killing his prey causes him to growl at anyone who gets close to his food, even if it's a family member. but considering tiktik jerky would likely just be a snack, he'd be a lot more chill about it i think

#ask stuff #feral pk au #fpk #lewk

[telugugaramchai-blog]

Janasena Chief Pawan Kalyan Craze In Bhimavaram | Porata Yatra | Telugugaramchai

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[ryukogo]

PK Lovin’, Chapter 18

Read on AO3 || Read on FF.net

They say the fastest animals that once roamed the earth were the Brazilian free-tailed bats, which flew a great horizontal speed of over 100mph.

Claus broke that record in one day.

It was strange to think about in retrospect – to think about the normally stoic and uncaring Commander practically forcing himself to break the sound barrier to get to a girl his heart believed was dying. But then again, the concept of the Commander himself having a heart to speak of in the first place was the silliest notion someone could have.

Faster… faster…! Claus’s wings operated on both rocket boosters and actual flapping, but neither seemed to be fast enough for him as he practically tore his way through the air back to the Pigmask base he unconsciously called home. There was an almost foreign feeling of crazed desperation to his movements as he strained his wings as hard as he could, quite nearly forcing his rocket boosters into overdrive and nearly tearing his very wings off.

Paula couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be.

Death was- death was not an option. Not with Paula. No, not with her. He- he could say he knew her, and Paula was not someone who could just be taken down like that. She was… she was Paula Polestar – he’d taught her fencing to supplement her new PSI, she was sharp-tongued but softhearted, she was headstrong and determined, she was Captain, she was radiant… she was… she was…

Claus crashed right through the wall instead of the wide open entrance to the delivery door, leaving behind a distinctly Claus-shaped hole.

Read the rest of the chapter on AO3 || Read the rest of the chapter on FF.net

#earthbound #mother 3 #pk lovin' #claus mother 3 #paula polestar #paula jones #earthbound fanfic #mother 3 fanfic #mother trilogy fanfic #mother fanfic #mother 1 #mother trilogy #classo's fanfics #wheezes