#holy crap it's probably terrible isn't

[il-predestinato]

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[miange1]

HYUN-JU

male reader, reader is a college student, talks of dysphoria, hyun-ju's past, reader doesn't know hyun ju's trans, pining/being smitten, death, crying, scuicidal thoughts, im in love with this woman.

note: i am not trans, im a cis dude. if i ever get something wrong or offensive and you're trans just let me know and i'll fix it. Also I saw something where someone said gyeong-seok probably just thought hyun ju was a cis woman who had a really deep voice and i thought it was funny.

You had been lucky to pass the first game. You were scared out of your mind, and the small group you made from the first few games had died. It was terrible, you had no one. It's surprising how despite everyone being in the same situation— you found no more comfort.

But there was this girl you had seen. She had shoulder length hair, and earrings that truly just suit her. She was really pretty, you wanted to talk to her yet she was always with her own group.

Yet this time, she wasn't. She was just by herself for a moment, was she thinking to herself? Maybe you should talk to her? No, that's a bad idea. Okay, but what else was there to do? You might die without talking to the woman of your dreams.

Mustering up the little courage you had, you went over to her. Hands sweaty the closer you got to her. You wiped it on your slightly blood stained uniform, feeling even more icky realizing you were bloody.

Getting closer to her, you sat on a mattress. Shit, what now? You cleared your throat, "H..hi." you felt like you were back in highschool. Mouth dry as if you were talking to your fist crush. She looked over to you, a small smile on her curious face. "Hi."

She spoke to you, holy crap she spoke to you.

"How uh— how are you?" You stuttered.

But before she could answer you shook your head, blurting for her not to answer that stupid question. Jesus your face was burning up, felt like you had a fever.

"I'm sorry," You were able to get that out. "This is dumb, I just thought you were really pretty and.." She hadn't broken eye contact with you, but you could barely look at her. "In a situation like this it's pretty weird to say something like that to someone isn't it?"

"You think I'm pretty?"

You shut your mouth, looking at her oddly. "Yeah..of course i do. Do you not think so?" She scoffed, thinking you were joking. She had just gotten called beautiful by young-mi, and she believed it she truly did. But hearing it from someone she barely knew? Made her feel like crying again.

"I have been called a lot of things, yet not pretty. I only expected to be called pretty after my transition." That was where you made another face more confused than before. "Transition?" Your voice spoke with genuine confusion.

She raised her eyebrow at you, then rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that. I know you can tell." You really couldn't. There was nothing you had against transgender people at all, but it doesn't change the fact you couldn't tell.

"I really wasn't aware, was that offensive to you?" She stared at you for a moment, bursting out laughing after a while and earning some stares. "My voice? Even hearing me, you weren't aware?" You shook your head and shrugged.

"I just thought you had a naturally deep voice." Oh you were making her feel so much better, even if you didn't know it. She couldn't stop laughing, grabbing onto your shoulder as a touch of affection. It made you smile and laugh with her, your own hand touching hers to reciprocate.

The two of you had deeper talks over time until the next game. She told you what you guessed she told the others, about her plan on what to do with the money, how she had others distance themselves from her when she told them she felt like a woman. It made you feel bad, but you were happy she was telling you this because it felt like you had known each other for so long.

You wished it lasted longer

—

"Six." The moment it was spoke, you had been pulled by hyun ju. It was a habit she was making, always grabbing you the moment the she heard the number. But this time, she made a mistake. She realized last minute young-mi was too behind.

She panicked, no one else seemed to have room and it was a moment of time before she absolutely had to close the door.

Hyun ju's grip stayed on you, it seemed to get tighter the more stressed she got. Young mi was just a kid, she deserved to live on.

"10, 9, 8,"

You only had so much time to decide. You yanked yourself from hyun ju's grip, and she instantly gave you a look as if you were stupid. "What are you doing?" She wanted to save you both, but you knew that wasn't possible.

You didn't speak, only letting your lips touch hers quickly, yet you stayed as long as you could. Even in death you would always remember her lips, they trembled against yours, confused, yet wanting and needing more. You let yourself run out, pushing the girl inside. "1."

It was done, and there was nothing that could be done. You heard the yell of her voice, panicking and shaking the door trying to get it to open. "No, no, unlock the door! God damn it!"

"I love you." She stopped, looking at you in your eyes. You were scared too, crying even. You didn't want to die, and she knew it. She was so deeply in love with someone she only knew for a few hours, but it felt like years. She needed you, she wanted you to live. Get to know you better when this was all over, maybe even go further if it could!

She couldn't even say it back while you were conscious. The life left your eyes, and your body fell. "No.." she was in disbelief. No, you weren't dead.

"Please, please, I love you too.." She couldn't be upset at anyone, she couldn't even stand on her own two feet.

"Unnie." Arms wrapped around her, "Come on..you have to get up..the next round." She didn't want to play anymore, she didn't feel like she could. If only it was her, she could have at least had hope for you and young-mi.

Damn it

[for-those-who-wait]

it hurts me to ask this, but how would blorbo!Hunter respond to the death of flapjack…

Blorbo Hunter has cat brain where he doesn't really have a complex thought process (there's another ask about this in my inbox that I'll answer once I doodle some more, I'll try to go more in-depth about it then) so I think it would be that situation where one of your pets passes and the other is confused about why their buddy isn't around anymore and why their owner is suddenly very sad

I would really like to make a comic about it but it would take a while and my brain is mush so, taking crack seriously, I think it would happen like this (very limited memory of what happens in the beginning of For the Future):

Blorbo Hunter is probably in somebody's pocket or bag for the whole altercation with Belos in Thanks to Them, so he didn't actually witness anything. Everyone is very torn up about it after they go through the portal, the blorbo is a little confused about why Hunter looks sad and weird, but he's just kind of chilling. Hunter can't really stand to look at the blorbo for a bit (something about anxiety about loss and wanting to distance himself emotionally as a coping mechanism) so he passes him off to Luz and the gang to watch over while he broods in the corner at the Owl House like normal. Blorbo Hunter is just hanging out, he's kind of wondering what's up since I think Flapjack would be as constant a presence for blorbo Hunter as he is for regular Hunter and he's similarly not used to not having that presence nearby. They are friends, they love each other, and he wants to know where his friend is!

I think blorbo Hunter has a little bit of a signal thing going where he'll make little gestures about things he wants (he just learned that Flapjack is more likely to interact with him if he opens his arms like he wants a hug, and he kept doing it). So the gang is familiar by now that when he splays his little arms out, he's referencing Flapjack. And he doesn't actually do that until they're all calming down, slowly trying to fall asleep at the Owl House, and he finally wriggles away to find Hunter (because he follows him absolutely freaking everywhere and he might as well have a natural homing beacon for that boy)

Hunter's not really trying to sleep, he's been Irreparably Traumatized, and blorbo Hunter climbs onto him and splays his arms out like "Where's Flapjack?" since Hunter usually knows where he is, and blorbo Hunter has associated Hunter with Flapjack appearing. Hunter isn't even sure if he should respond to that, because he knows by now that the blorbo just can't really understand the concept of loss like that. Hunter's probably tearing up a bit by now because of all the stress and emotions he's shoving down, and now he's got this innocent little thing looking up at him for guidance that he feels he's incapable of providing because Flapjack, the one thing the blorbo is asking for, is gone in a way that Hunter can't explain and the blorbo can't understand.

Blorbo Hunter, ever the cat, at least recognizes that Hunter's upset. The blorbo climbs up onto his chest, probably lays right up against his chin, and just sits there for the sake of closeness and an attempt at comfort. And for his part, I think Hunter would just grieve a lot about it because Flapjack was probably there to help him process even accepting blorbo Hunter in the first place (I think Flapjack would immediately love the blorbo and would have to spend a long time convincing Hunter to give him a chance as well), and now he's left with the guilt of having initially disliked the blorbo and also killing his friend. Like "I killed Flapjack with the hand that I am currently using to try and comfort this weird clone-cat-creature he was friends with, I'm so incredibly messed up and terrible for this."

This child can fit so much trauma and self-hatred in him holy crap

ANYWAY sorry for the ramble, hopefully that answers the question, thank you for asking it :))

[pyropsychiccollector]

Shiro Harem: Holy Grail War... of Love 5/7

Ayako-chan won the poll, not really surprising. XD Down to just her, Illya, and Reines, it seemed like a no-brainer what you guys would want. Still, I try to have a democracy around here. (人◕ω◕)

Fate: Stay Night is all about branching timelines. As such, to cater to all seven members of this harem in a single worldline, we'll be looking at an AU separate from the canon ones, regardless of how similarly events may play out. Just a forewarning.

The Beginning

So, this one is pretty far removed from the Grail War, ironically enough. Still set in the same universe, it's just this member of the harem is…a civvie, to put it bluntly. No knowledge of magic, no tragedy in her family, nothing that truly sets her apart. Ayako Mitsuzuri is just…"normal".

Which isn't to say that's a terrible development. Out of all these girls that fall for Shiro, he frankly deserves someone that has no baggage and is closer to him in terms of mundanity. It's a bummer that canon never gave her a route like the other girls… A route where Shiro never got wrapped up in the Grail War. Though that could have turned out badly any number of ways… XD

This isn't a problem, however. Like all the other girls, the pieces are there for a relationship with Shiro. We just have to assemble them. (人◕ω◕)

Ayako has known Shiro for a while. Gone to the same school, been good enough friends, they were even in the archery club until Shiro got bored. Even after he left the club, they stayed friends; Ayako just wishes Shiro would come back because he was an inspiration and was a major boon to their reputation.

Shiro in turn respects Ayako for how hard she works and recognizes her as a big sister of the student body what with how she doesn't put up with crap and helps others. Of course he's Shiro, he's extremely formal and selfless. (人◕ω◕)

This… really frustrates Ayako as they go through high school and Shiro remains static and oblivious to stuff like romance. Not that Ayako is much better - she prefers putting it off, partly because that's just what she wants, and partly because her family is even more formal and traditional than her. Ayako even has to hide her love of video games from her family, that's how bad it is. (人◕ω◕) Moreover, Ayako feels more attracted to older guys because of the maturity angle. Too many of the guys at their school are flirty like Shinji or just don't have their lives in order…… Or they're too rigid like Issei. (人◕ω◕);; Point is, Ayako is "advanced" for her age, and everyone sees her as Big Sis anyway. Not even the people with the incest kink will touch her, which both relieves and frustrates Ayako to no end.

Doesn't stop her from making a wager with Rin to find a boyfriend first. But even with them "competing", both of them are rather laidback and unconcerned about love in general. Rin has her responsibilities, and Ayako has her own circumstances that lead her to procrastinate. (人◕ω◕) … Funny enough they both gravitate to the same guy. And both procrastinate on acting on their crushes. It's not like Shiro is even Ayako's preferred type, per se… But out of all the guys in their age group, he probably is the best off because he's so gung-ho about helping others and being responsible. He lacks the rigidness Issei has, which makes him approachable. …. Shiro is just very dense. Not a deal breaker , but it's something they have to work through. Assuming she can even get Shiro to consider her as more than "Big Sis". (人◕ω◕)

The Middle Act

As stated, Ayako has no stake in the Grail War, doesn't have the faintest idea magic is real. Doesn't know Shiro almost died… Shiro, Rin, and Sakura keep their schoolmates in the dark about the conflict pretty well.

That said… It doesn't mean Shiro was 100% head in the game 24/7 when it came to the Grail War. He still had a school life, even if Illya, Saber, and Sakura preferred him to be more focused on the war. But what can you do? He's Shiro Emiya, and he has a school life. And the fact he's bothered by so many things in the war, he broadcasts his worries and anxieties without meaning to. He's an open book, after all. (人◕ω◕)

It's vexing for Ayako that she can't get Shiro to open up about his problems, though. In this case he just can't talk about them. And it's not like him to keep mum. Ayako knows this isn't typical behavior for Shiro, knows this isn't right. Her solution? Drag him to the dojo and rope him back into the club whether he's chill with it or not. (人◕ω◕) It's not like she's asking him to be Shinji's whipping boy for all the club chores, or carry them through tournaments. Ayako merely wants that intimacy with Shiro rekindled. Shiro's really, really good at archery… And Ayako won't force him if he's dead set against coming back. … But she thinks this will be good for Shiro, give him something to do and have fun with. At least give it a chance. (人◕ω◕)

For Shiro's part… He does see archery as a means to help in the Grail War. He's not a fool. … Well, he IS… But not in ways he could imagine. (人◕ω◕) However… He doesn't want this club activity to be a means to an end, to keep his archery skills sharp. This is important to Mitsuzuri, he can see that. He just doesn't understand the why because he's so focused on Ayako and making her happy. Doesn't get that this is for his sake, his happiness. (人◕ω◕)

… Ayako doesn't let that slide. After several practices, she takes him to the side again and has a heart-to-heart. Expresses disappointment he's never thought about asking her out, never seen her as more than just a friend. Being the big dummy he is, Shiro remarks he's got Sakura and Illya to look after right now (again, keeping quiet about the war). Ayako doesn't take that well, at least when he brings up Sakura… And though he doesn't understand why, Shiro acts on his uneasiness at seeing Ayako disheartened and miserable. He comforts her and at least gets it across he's never given romance much thought. Sure, there's girls that he admires, that he loves, but for him it's never been about being with those girls. Because… He just doesn't have the time to think about such things, there's far too much to do in helping others. And even if he considered a relationship, what does he even bring to the table? Shiro has no love for himself, no confidence beyond his cooking and ability to fix stuff. He would have confidence in archery, too, but for him it's a hobby and little else. He's too absorbed in his dream of helping others and protecting and making Illya happy. (人◕ω◕)

Naturally, Ayako sees the problem from a far-off perspective. No knowledge of magic, she just assumes Shiro's a workaholic… Still more approachable than Issei, but he needs to relax. If he met her family, they'd get along way too well. Ayako doesn't appreciate that. (人◕ω◕) She sees the problem is that deeply entrenched selflessness, and asks about the girls most precious to him. The fact he names her, Rin, Sakura, Illya, and some family friend named Saber, it does throw the poor girl for a loop. But when asked to explain what he loves about them… She can see that it's genuine on his part. Shiro goes way beyond mere physical attraction in his reasons, and she's touched that this dummy has such a high opinion of her. (人◕ω◕)

It does make the way forward kinda hazy, though… Being the "Big Sis" she is, Ayako knows Rin and Sakura like Shiro, too. The fact he likes all of them is…strange, but not impossible to work through. They just have to sit down and talk it over. (人◕ω◕)

The Future

Ayako does, unfortunately, take a backseat when the war enters final stages… But after it's all wrapped up, she does make everyone sit down and chat about a relationship with Shiro. (人◕ω◕) … Doesn't go the way she expected with all of them agreeing to share Shiro. And she's not thrilled Rin dragged him off to London first thing after Graduation… But Ayako does help Sakura, Saber, and Illya with giving Shiro a home to return to. The magic stuff isn't completely kept from Ayako after a certain point, yet it's so different from her everyday life that she kindly asks to be only given details immediately relevant to their safety. Everything else is…way too above her pay grade. (人◕ω◕)

She's not the first to have kids with Shiro, or the last, but her role as "Big Sis" helps defuse most petty fights and gives the children in general a mother to look up to. … Because even Sakura has her moments of clinginess and jealousy. (人◕ω◕) Not to say Ayako never gets moody or jealous. … She's just one of the most mature of the harem, if not THE most mature. (人◕ω◕) Her family will never understand the polygamous relationship she wound up in, and that's fine. Most days she has to accept this is her life now, and she's pretty happy here.

… Other days she whines to Shiro about his taste in women and how much work they hafta do to corral everyone sooo often… But that's a take for another day. (人◕ω◕)

First post: https://www.tumblr.com/pyropsychiccollector/743914272095092736/shiro-harem-holy-grail-war-of-love-17?source=share

Second post: https://www.tumblr.com/pyropsychiccollector/743914300198027264/shiro-harem-holy-grail-war-of-love-27?source=share

Third post: https://www.tumblr.com/pyropsychiccollector/743914313492873216/shiro-harem-holy-grail-war-of-love-37?source=share

Fourth post: https://www.tumblr.com/pyropsychiccollector/743914325706768384/shiro-harem-holy-grail-war-of-love-47?source=share

[pankomako]

think it would be fun to have one or two other gangs in gang's bay. there's literally so much potential for ALL kinds of stuff

like even though the main gang isn't actually a gang sharky still gets competitive with the other gangs they come across meaning the other guys get dragged along. this is a TERRIBLE idea because they are Real Gangs composed of Really Tough Guys (gender neutral) and there's bound to be some actual fighting. as in, violence. as in, gang wars???

and with violence comes angst potential!!! ex. sharky picks a fight with a rival gang leader who's obviously stronger than him, he holds his own for a while but eventually gets beaten up BAD, and shipwreck as his closest friend gets all concerned and upset and takes it upon himself to help sharky recover from his wounds and makes him promise never to fight someone stronger than him again

another scenario i was thinking of earlier today was that the gang's fighting another actual gang, and the gang leader has sharky cornered and is likely about to kill or otherwise severely harm him, and shipwreck, who's standing off to the side trying to avoid having to fight anyone, notices, and asks hot-rod, who's fighting another similarly big tough guy, if he can borrow his gun, which he had previously mentioned he keeps in his truck at all times. hot-rod knows the severity of the situation so he gives shipwreck the keys to his truck without question and reminds him about the safety because he isnt sure shipwreck knows how to use a gun. shipwreck grabs the gun, gets to a spot where he has a clear line of fire between him and the rival gang leader, and while trembling with fear, he turns off the safety, slowly points the gun towards the guy, aims carefully and shoots the guy right in the head. the guy falls dead in front of sharky, who looks over and sees shipwreck absolutely MORTIFIED that he just killed a man. shipwreck drops the gun and falls on his knees as sharky runs over and hugs him both because he saved his life and to comfort him because like. holy crap that's a situation. i imagine everyone stops fighting at the sound of the gunshot and looks over to see what happened. the fight probably stops altogether now that the rival gang doesn't have a leader. idk i havent thought that far into it but UGH i love the DRAMA

that got longer than i anticipated but idk i might actually do this

[liopleurodean]

Season 8, Episode 17: Goodbye Stranger

Hi, Dean

You're being very loud for someone trying to sneak around

Cas!

Cas, no!

What a way to open an episode

Naomi.

No...

Oh, that's horrifying

Something cool, that's what

Apparently

I wouldn't touch that stuff with my bare hands

Is that a freaking holy hand grenade?

Right

A Faberge egg

Not even close

Of course

Dude.

DEAN

Probably

Whack

I think he does

Yeah...

Oh?

I'll bet this is consistent

Whoa

Whack

Black?

Poor guy

Ooh, someone with flower language knowledge get on this

Nope

Dean.

They caught her at an awkward time

Good for her

Suspicious

Assistant?

Yeah, maybe...

Oh boy

Crap

Well that's not good

Sam is not well

Cas!

I don't think he can

Mhmm

Yeah, you've got a great track record

Definitely a lie

Strange-haired

The only reason I would accept for spelling it Cass instead of Cas

Even before that

A last resort

CAS

That's just weird

Okay then

Not even close

Interesting

Uh oh

Cas!

That's not gonna end well

Meg!

HECK YEAH STAR WARS

Dean.

I respect that

Because she hates Crowley

Nice to meet you

Oh boy

UNCLEAN what are you, Jewish?

Sorry that was probably offensive

Wow

Riiight

Cas you're a terrible liar

Great question

Fair point

Cas.

He's done that

Yikes

Factory reset

Cas

Does he remember the pizza man?

HE DOES

Oh, Cas

Google Earth

Eh, for now

A little bit

Right

Give him a second

Prolonged eye contact

Rip that dude

Lol rip

Byebye demon

Oh boy

SHUT UP MEG

You are not fine!

SHUT UP MEG

Yikes

Valid

Magic

Magic angel powers

Kinda slipped my mind. I'm sorry, Meg

Unfortunately

That was six years ago

Oh that isn't deep down. That's like. Surface Sam

We know

Lol rip to Naomi

That works

They're gonna have to break this one open too

Oh crap, I know what this is

Cas...

Standoff

They won't

Oh boy

I'm so sorry, Dean

Oh, Cas...

Dang it

MEG

Human decency

Same

Uh oh

He's trying

No, because you won't let him in!

Whatever helps you sleep at night

There it is

Uh oh

THIS SCENE

It ✨hurts✨

Please, Cas... you're my baby daddy...

(the bloopers have ruined me)

Oh, Cas

ITS ME

WERE FAMILY 😭😭😭

I need you 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh, Cas...

What's happening to the tablet?

Poof

Dean...

Thanks, Cas

Great question

Yeah, he's pretty cool

Aw, Meg, that's sweet

TIMON AND PUMBAA

She doesn't care all that much

Basically

You, Dean. You broke it

Oh no

He went poof

She's got guts

Oh, Meg

Meg!

They know each other

They must be working together

Right

Ouch

BOLLOCKSED

Nope

Yeah...

Do you, Sam? Do you really?

Will you, though?

What's that Firefly quote? "If you can't fly, then run. If you can't run, then walk. If you can't walk, then crawl. And if you can't crawl, when you can't do that? You find someone to carry you."

We went down different wavelengths for that

WAIT. DEAN WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE FIREFLY

Like Swayze?

Sam is confused

Yeah Cas!

Bus Cas

That's some pretty scenery

[the-firebird69]

Watch "michael myers escape scene" on YouTube

You know us living here bothering him almost covered up with Billy z is doing it all adds up and it's a big masterpiece and we are actually wrong and it was very close and our friend is being tortured and abused and screwed around with beat himself up with a bike and has round circles on him because he had a saved with the Lusitania and I think it's Billy c who was trying to hit us with weaponry and we're researching it a lot of people are telling us who and what the ship it was and more but we have witnesses on board and they know which one it was and you remember him in the Navy and he said he was Dutch or something or a Dutch Germans they call it that's Germany I think a lot of Germans in that area and our friend says is true and they say it's true too help decide having different color hair and this is what's going on too I've never seen so much stupid stuff so quick in my life but boy is it s******* some light on the Max and with her up to his plan is out there messing with us so bad you would think we're not even there and this is going to heat it up and we're going to go out there and do some damage to them and he says that Jason Voorhees is going to be there first and if you look down he says at the feet of Danny Trejo and he has a g*********** say we're in trouble now and it looks like Tommy f type work cuz he doesn't remember what a cello is what are you saying this that that's the doctor and she takes his face you can see that his face isn't going to do much and she does a bad job he says it's also something weird it's all white and it's not crusty so she preserves it and it's a threat and it's kind of mild but he's the doctor and that's the cop following her around after and it's very weird this is going on tonight I wouldn't doubt it in Los Angeles and that's where it is he had a lot of trouble out there and it's just a weird guy who did body worlds and he went to body worlds and free Preston he's been bothering the s*** out of him for years it's like Preston had to be free you have one of them in there and the neck is already a plan and probably had him do it for the ships and the trusses it says yeah probably a little weird that was wrong and didn't tell him to do all the stupid s*** is adding tons of stuff in and back Daddy and before that is our friend next door I can see what he's saying they're ready they had been waiting and it's really easy and he's a Mac and Mac is waiting and he's running his plan and it's terrible from terrible for us horrible

Trump

Gross. Jamie Lee Curtis is the wife she's b******* about the whole thing and says nobody should know it should be talked about then she said this guy's out of control and she means her husband and he is that's some real s*** and he's chasing around the mask but everyone sees why now but holy crap what a nightmare you people are you know especially the max he's got all this money all the stuff and you don't give him anything so you can't even do anything to implicate him and people are running in circles yammering and the max are doing it and we're going after them for it I'll tell you what you'd never going to have enough power back to overcome everyone to arrest him he's going to sit here suffering with nothing if you try and get him money and implicate him you're going to get the living s*** kicked out of you

Hera

This is a joke I can't really get a money but if I do we probably will get the s*** kicked out of us but we think it won't it won't go that way what you noticed is he doesn't want the money that much he doesn't want to be tied to it and some way it's true but really if we got them some we'd have to do something and it kind of works that way if you get him a little bit here and there like the IRS and retards it's horrible it's like the TV show the office and all kind of going after each other hard though he's probably do that in office show having the finale but for real you get him a little money at a time and it opens stuff up and it forces people to do stuff but she's right and in that if you got him a whole bunch people coming here and beat the slaughter people it's horrible it's terrible they're all treating him exactly like what he is this is also a nightmar

Mac

[heliophobicsoul]

expecations (a modern raydia au)

summary:

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself.” Claudia poked her arm from under the stall and Rayla started laughing. There was so much irony in Claudia telling her that she was too hard on herself when just yesterday she played piano for a million hours and wrote essays after a full day of AP classes. She wondered if Claudia even noticed.

“Maybe we’re both being too hard on ourselves.” said Rayla.

When Callum sets Rayla up for a date she feels wildly unprepared for, Claudia volunteers to help her get ready.

written for Raydia Week 2018 // prompt: modern au

ahhhhhhhh! I can't believe it's finally done! It was a month in the making, holy fuck. Sorry it's late! Between it being the middle of the semester, my mental health, and problems with ao3, I could only get it up today! But it's up! tell me what you think and if you would like me to continue with this au!

@raydia-week @grasslandgirl @wishesofspook (i don't know if you guys would be interested by I thought it would be worth it to tag you)

[awesomejustgotawesome]

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

Esther’s boyfriend asks Lenny for permission to marry her (maybe he asked Joel and midge too dealers choice)

Sure, Seth Goldblum likes comedy. He's heard all the greats- even taken his girlfriend to see Richard Pryor live that one time. That was fun. He knows, Seth knows, that he's not a terribly funny person himself. Sure, he's a smart guy. Good schooling, good family from Upstate. He likes jokes. He can keep up with jokes.

He just uh...

So.

Here's the thing.

His girlfriend - his beloved girlfriend of three years, who is in her second year of law school, and is beautiful and smart and fun, and very, very smart...her step-father?

Lenny Bruce.

Lenny fucking Bruce.

That guy can tell a fucking joke.

Seth is currently studying to get his Masters in archival science. He wants to eventually work at the National Archives in DC. He is a nerd.

Seth is a nerd. A dweeb. A dork.

And he's about to ask one of the greatest comedians of the last century if it's okay to marry said comedian's step-daughter.

Assuming she says yes.

Shit, she might not say yes.

That's besides the point. He's gotta get past her family first. He'd asked her mother, and she'd said yes, and he'd tried to track down her biological father, and had no luck, which was weird, because he's somewhere in Manhattan, but Esther's mother wouldn't tell Seth where, and he can't ask Esther.

So now there's just Lenny Bruce.

Lenny Bruce.

Fuck's sake, he's about to talk to Lenny Bruce.

He'd nearly crapped himself talking to THE Mrs. Maisel. Why did he have to fall for a girl with such famous parents?

The man is doing a small gig at the Village Vanguard. The place is packed, and Seth stands at the back, watching the man do his act.

He's older now, in his mid-fifties, but he's sharp, and the jokes come fast, and it's wild to watch this man work, even from behind all these people.

And it's hard to approach him when he's done, partially because there are so many people lined up to beg for an autograph outside the club after the show, and partially because Lenny Bruce isn't exactly an approachable man. Tall and dark-haired, though it's peppered with gray. Steely-eyed.

Though he softens just a little at the sight of Seth.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Lenny asks, looking around. "You bring Esther with you?"

"She's got a paper to write, sadly," Seth explains. "But I uh...was hoping to catch you and ask you a question."

Lenny Bruce lifts one of his very famous eyebrows, and nods towards the alley behind him, and Seth follows, as the man pulls a pack of cigarettes out and offers him one.

"No thanks," Seth grins sheepishly. "I'm not cool enough."

Lenny chuckles, amused (He's amused Lenny Bruce holy shit!), as he lights his own. "So?"

Seth takes a breath. "Uh. So. Esther."

The older man immediately gets serious. "What's wrong?"

"No! No, she's- Esther is great, she's fine," Seth assures him. "I uh...I wanted to uh...talk to you. About. So." He takes a deep breath. "I asked Midge, and she said yes. And...I couldn't find Esther's dad, because Midge wouldn't give up the address, and Esther doesn't really talk to him much anymore, so you're the next best person."

Lenny stays silent, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"I would like to ask Esther to marry me," Seth finally spits out. "And before I do, I figured I should get some parental approval to do so."

More silence. Lenny regards him seriously, narrowing his eyes. "Joel - that's Esther's biological father - Esther decided not to have a relationship anymore. She got pretty hurt the last time they hung out, so she decided no more."

Seth frowns. "I didn't know."

"Right. Well. If you're going to ask her to marry you, you should probably have an outline of that relationship so you don't get it in your head to go looking for him to reunite them," Lenny shrugs.

Seth blinks. "So...so that's a yes? That's- you're saying yes?"

Lenny blows out a large puff of smoke. "Esther loves you. You're a good kid. You're no public speaker, but you're a good kid. She's grown. If she wants to get married, she'll say yes. If she doesn't, she tell you no."

The younger man swallow. "Right. Yeah. Thanks. Thanks!"

Lenny chuckles. "I didn't actually do anything. She's Midge's daughter. She's going to do whatever she wants no matter what anyone says, so even if I thought you were a schmuck and an idiot, it wouldn't matter."

"Still."

Lenny gestures with his cigarette. "Sure."

Seth takes a relieved breath. "Okay. I uh...I guess I'll leave you alone now."

"Yes, please, I have more adoring fans to please, and then a wife to please at home."

"Uh..."

"Go."

"Bye!"

[witchthewriter]

Hi there darling! I do thank you very much for doing this with me and I hope you enjoy yours when I get finished with it!

Three fandoms: The Hunger Games, The Witcher, and The Lord of the Rings (preferably not a hobbit or Dwarve please)

Important info: Bisexual (male matches for this please!), She/her

Personality info: Entp, Leo sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising, Gryffindor.

-I can be either two ways when you first meet me. Sarcastic and laid back or a little rocky. Some people at first can see me as a bit of a...well...asshole, but I assure you i'm not that bad. I just come off a little strong sometimes. When you get to know me though, I am someone who is blunt, still very sarcastic, protective, and a little fiery. I also have a non caring personality for the most part...sometimes its a bit of a mask though. Speaking of which, I'm kinda like an onion (gosh I hate using that metaphor.) I have layers and the more you get to know me, the more you'll peel away. I hate being vulnerable and stray away from emotions, so I can be a bit cynical and I am soooo stubborn holy crap, but I am working on that...

Hobbies: Lets see here....I did year around, competitive swimming for ten years, so swimming is a passion of mine and forever will be. I now do Martial Arts and i'm a high belt now. I enjoy just physical activity in general, but I also like music. Music is a love of mine. Plus I like simple things such as a good book, writing (I want to be a journalist), horror movies, and going for walks at night....oh and I adore the beach!

Dislikes: Spiders, I am terrified, petrified even of spiders.

Physical features: I'm 5'3...5'4 on a good day, pale skin with brown freckles everywhere, I have very thick brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders and it has a sort of auburn color to it actually?, i'm very skinny, like a twig, very little to no curves, big brown eyes.

Aesthetics: Grungecore? its hard to explain.....honestly I am my own aesthetic at this point

Thank you so so so much! I really enjoy doing these!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 

DUDE IM TERRIFIED OF SPIDERS TOO!!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! Oh my god, okay so he would absolutely LOVE your fire. I see Peeta as an ENFJ, many people think he might be an ENFP, but he has strong morals and is firm in what he believes. So firmly in fact, that his mind had to be medically altered for him to be under Snow's control. So whenever you feel like you're 'too much' for Peeta, know that he can stand his ground whenever he wants to. He just doesn't see the need to with you. He loves your opinions and everything you have to say. (Why are you guys my ultimate ship now???)

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Remembers every single detail about your life. Knows your favourite flower, memory, song, animal etc. He always uses that knowledge when giving you gifts

・Your pet names are ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’. Whenever he says it, his cheeks always blush a lil

・Loves it when you teach him martial art moves, he thinks it’s s interesting!!! and hot !!!

・He actually loves your sarcasm and chuckles everytime you make a comment

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

True North by Joseph Trapanese

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・They probably hate me (Peeta) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (You)

・ Aggressively Supportive

・ Tragic Past x Ray of Light

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕! He needs a woman/person that will put him in his place. Someone that will stand their ground and not let him walk over them. Because he ALWAYS thinks he knows best, but the world isn't black and white - not everyone is right, and not everyone is wrong. So, I think you have that power to tell Geralt to stand down.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・You guys definitely have stare offs, and Geralt is like “It’s my way or the highway” and you’re like “okay bye” and then he’s like “no wait-” 

・You like to call him super soppy and embarrassing nick names like ‘gerry-bear’ or ‘sweetums’. Especially when he’s in an angry mood

・He is so much taller than you. Like nearly a whole foot taller than you. But you make up for it in spirit. He would definitely tease you a little bit, not outright. Like when you have an argument, he'll put your things on higher shelves or branch just so you can't reach

・Getting into an argument and Jaskier tries to crack a joke to break the tension. But you both end up telling Jaskier to shut up at the same time

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Flying With Mother by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Geralt) x The Top (You)

・Tol x Smol

・Mature/Responsible x Snarky/Fierce

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏! He would not know what to think of you when you guys first met. He would describe you to others as ‘a force to be reckoned with.’ You’re just so impressionable. He finds you so interesting! 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Likes taking you somewhere that you can swim. Maybe a lake, or a river, maybe even a waterfall! That’s probably where you spend a lot of your dates!

・He knows you can take care of yourself, but wants to teach you a few lesson on other weapons. In return, you teach him a few things in martial arts

・You make him laugh all the time, to the point where he snorts. He can’t help it! The things you come out with! 

・Is very proud to call you his significant other, and will boast about it to others. Literally. Especially if he’s been drinking, he’ll strike up a conversation with a stranger and start talking about how amazing you are

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wondrous Love by Bear McCreary

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real

・Big Scary x Small Intimidating 

・Sun x Moon

[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

Hmmm~ let's see how about Celestia and Miu(seperate)having a Boyfriend who's the opposite ofvthem personality wise and people are just mystified at how they're dating and when asked the Boyfriend just says that Miu/Celestia is just so cute

OMG HI!! YOUR ONE OF MY FAVORITE TUMBKR BLOGS AND YOUR MY FIRST REQUEST!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!

Anyways, let's do this

A/N: Miu isn't my favorite but I tried :) consider this a late Christmas special

WARNINGS

Foul language

Gn reader

Please tell me if I need to add more warnings!!!!

MIU IRUMA

Considering your quiet, unassuming and has probably never cursed in your life, it's a massive shock you and Miu of all people got together.

You probably act somewhat like Celeste, except a little more teasing and a little less anger

When you get together, obviously people are absolutely stumped on how you guys together, even Shuichi

She probably is like

"I'm the fuckin'girl genius Miu Iruma! I can't get flustered!"

And your like

"Are you sure about that darling?"

Cue Miu being an absolute mess for you, sweet girl

Its a constant war of teasing and occasionally throwing insults back and forth, but you always manage to win

(slay)

(also I apologize if I didn't write Miu's character correctly, I have never played any of the games, I jsut consume TikTok and Tumblr

When asked what you see in her, you often say something along the lines of

"Oh Miu? Yes that is indeed my lover. What do I see in her? Well despite me falling for her personality, I believe part of it was her appearance, I absolutely adore her in every way, shape or form, so naturally, I also love her face, absolutely precious."

CELESTIA LUDENBURG

Again, nobody really knows how you two got together, your extremely loud all off the time, constantly projecting your voice, a terrible liar, and an open book for anything, meanwhile Celeste is the exact opposite.

She often gets Hifumi to do whatever you want him to do, often ending up with him having to prank people for you and you laughing your ass off.

Is amused by your playful nature, but dosent take very kindly to pranks on her, it will end up with you getting lectured and hifumi getting yelled at.

"Dear, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but WHY. WOULD YOU PRANK ME. YOU DUMPED WATER ON ME! What do you mean it was meant for Makoto? Well it dosent excuse you at all, but your off the hook. For now. Go apologize to Naegi this instant, before I do something I will regret."

You often end up teasing Celeste a ton! Makoto is still wondering why you insist on making him a target of your pranks, although you seem very panicked about almost dropping water on Celeste again.

Back to the teasing part, you often cup her face and insist she's so cute she could get away with anything she wanted!

"Ah dear.. I may be cute, but you are surely much much cuter than me! Here allow me to cup your face as well."

Ends up with you squirming away and insisting she take off her finger ring before she does that or on rare occasion, you manage to fluster her.

When soembody questions you about why you fell for her, you often respond with

"Oh hey. You need something? Oh you wanna talk about Celeste? Hell yeah! I've been waiting for an excuse to talk about her! She's so cute it's deadly! I live for her cute little face, especially her pout! I love every inch of her being! Of course I love her personality the most, but her face is such a cute bonus!!"

HOLY CRAP. I MANAGED TO SPEEDRUN THAT REQUEST.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

[mak-a-renses]

Previous posts

Hello friends who may or may not remember me. Don't worry, this is not a request for asylum from Twitter. Though you may not have seen posts from me, know that I have continued to enjoy my tumblr citizenship while studying abroad on twitter.

Aka fanart can be hard as hell and frustrating to find on twitter so once in a while I open this piece of crap app to check out the tags.

That said, I recognize it's been.... uh, years? Since I had any actual "presence" on tumblr. If what I had can qualify as a presence. It was The 39 Clues Fandom. We had like, what, 25 people?

No I'm here today to address: holy shit I used to be a bad person sometimes?

I did and said a lot of shitty, problematic things. You can comb back and see. I haven't deleted anything, nor do I plan to. I've had this blog for over 10 years now. There are posts here documenting interactions with people who have been my friends for that entire time. Through the entire time I was learning how to be.... not as terrible.

Being apart of this place helped me learn how to reflect on myself, even if I was initially unwilling to do so. I know for a long time I was a bit of a holier-than-thou type. I didn't see my own microaggresions and biases. I though if I wasn't intentionally racist, homophobic, antisemitic, etc then I was good. I've learned now that simply isn't the case and I was just an asshole, simple as that.

So while I'm not on this site much anymore, nor do I plan to actively return anytime soon, I want to apologize. To everyone I may have hurt, upset, targeted with the things I said.

Especially to my East Asian friends and community in general. I used to use the name Makaria Lee. I recognize now that it's not an appropriate surname for me to use as a white individual. I apologize for my ignorance, and the name will not be used anymore. I dropped it years ago, and I've done my best to change any usernames I have that use it. I know that won't make up for the years I wrongfully used the name.

I also apologize to the LGBTQ+ community. A long time ago I reblogged a post that was incredibly transphobic. I didn't realize it at the time and mistook it for commentary on something else. I apologize to my friend who reached out and attempted to educate me. That post has been deleted, but it was deleted a long time ago. At the time I didn't identify as nonbinary (only bi), but it definitely goes to show that just because you are a part of a marginalized community, doesn't mean you can't be bigoted towards that very community.

I know I was also a dick to the community board faction of 39 Clues fans and huge apology to all those great kids. It seems like you guys had a blast over there, and just because we were on tumblr doesn't mean we were better than y'all.

This probably seems entirely unnecessary and it probably is! Regardless of its necessity or acceptance, I am sorry for the actions of my youth that caused harm. That's all.

[sunflowersupremes]

I think I've made like, two sarcastic comments about how I'm glad the Finarfin you've mentioned isn't the Finarfin from my stories (or at least in the splinters like jewel shards verse) but I don't think I've asked, do you have any headcanons on Finarfin? I'm interested if you'd like to share any!

-@outofangband

@outofangband

Yes!!! I remember that comment. I also hope he’s a bit nicer than the Finarfin from Return in Chains, one of my fics (although that Finarfin isn’t evil… just… makes questionable decisions out of desperation, which is basically the Finwean Family Pastime).

I LOVE FINARFIN.

He thinks “Finarfin” (aka Finwe-Ara-Finwe) is a terrible name and can’t believe his brother would have done such a stupid thing. (He also thinks “Fingolfin” is a terrible translation).

After all his relatives took off and left them, he got put in charge of not only the country, but also literally everyone’s CRAP. Meaning, as the only remaining member of the house of Finwë, he had to figure out what to do with all the houses and possessions they left behind. He ended up boarding them up and leaving them, in the hopes that they would come back one day (elven possessions don’t rot or decay, after all).

The only time he used one of his relatives homes after they left was gifting Maglor’s house to Celebrían when she arrived. By that time he had accepted that Maglor would never return, and he figured she had the best claim to it (and it had the largest garden, which he knew she would like, and it was in the artist’s district which she loved). When Elrond actually managed to drag Maglor back with him, Arafinwë was SHOCKED. Thankfully, Maglor was fine with him gifting it to her and just moved in with them.

He just generally seems like he wants the best for everyone. I don’t think he’s a coward, I think he’s just very cautious (and he has a bit of foresight, which means he probably saw that the future would be WORSE if he went as well). I also like the idea that part of his reason for staying was ‘get on the Valar’s good side so I can eventually convince them to help’ not realizing that by the time they helped his entire family would be dead.

He has a great sense of humor and is generally a fun guy to be around. His assorted relatives know they’re always welcome at either of his homes (he has one in Tirion and one in Aqualonde) even if he’s not there himself. Half the time he gets back from vacation to find at least two random nieces/nephews chilling in his house.

He and Maglor both have a similar grasp of emotions and Osanwe. Maglor uses his gifts to fuck with people; Finarfin tries to use his to help people. He spends a lot of time going around fixing all the people Maglor has screwed with.

Arafinwë annoys Maglor precisely because he can see through Maglor’s attempts at manipulation. Maglor tried to trick him into doing something once and Finarfin calmly said ‘if you wanted attention you only had to ask’ (that, of course, was HIGHLY OFFENSIVE as far as Maglor was concerned).

Arafinwë does not want the crown. It is a running joke in Tirion that whenever someone from the line of Finwë is reborn or sails, he tries to give them the crown (it is true, actually, but no one else wants the thing either). He even tries to give it to Maglor once he turns up.

His attempt at inventing democracy backfired when he was elected.

Nerdanel becomes very close to him during the First Age while they bond over missing their children.

He keeps a memorial in the palace garden, with markers - made by Nerdanel - for every fallen member of the house of Finwë. They even add a marker for Gil-Galad after the Last Alliance even though no one has any idea who the fuck he is or if he’s related. The memorials are kept even after the dead are re-embodied, as a reminded of ‘that dumb thing you did that one time’

He makes annual trips to the Halls of Mandos just to ‘chat’ with Namo (and subtly inquire as to when he’s going to be getting his relatives back). Finrod’s release was, in part, to try to appease Arafinwë, but all it did was make him more determined that he COULD get the rest of his family back.

He informs Namo that no, no you will NOT be keeping my brother and his children until the Second Music, thank you very much. (Namo points out that their Fëar are very badly damaged, Arafinwë asks why the fuck Namo thinks that he - as a Vala - is best equipped to heal people who hate his guts)

Fëanor gave him a pet swan when he was five because Fëanor thinks swans are assholes and expected it to terrorize his younger brother. Instead Arafinwë befriended the swan and trained it to bite Fëanor on command.

Arafinwë typically doesn’t eat meat, the only exception is fish.

He can’t figure out why the Valar put Eönwë in charge of the host. I mean, he’s a great guy and a terrifying fighter, but he seems to have a few screws loose.

Elrond and Elros’ return to Gil-Galad was only because of Arafinwë. Maedhros and Maglor didn’t trust the host of the Valar, but Arafinwë sent them a letter promising to personally watch over the twins and arguing that they would be safer with the Host. Because of this, Elrond and Elros resented him for a long time, blaming him for taking them away from their adopted family.

Arafinwë spent a good chunk of the War of the Wrath keeping Eönwë from accidentally causing Diplomatic Incidents or Other Minor Catastrophes. The rest of the War was spent trying to work how the the fuck he’s related to Gil-Galad. He still isn’t sure, he’s pretty sure Fingon might have just picked up a random kid somewhere. Or he might be a Fëanorian, but he kind of hopes NOT. He loves his half-brother, but holy fuck.

It was his idea to turn Morgoth’s crown into a collar, because he was fucking pissed off by that point. It was mostly a joke, but Eönwë, being a himbo, went with it.

He was attempting to negotiate either the return of the Silmarils OR a different way to end the Oath when Maedhros and Maglor stole the Silmarils from Eönwë’s camp. One of the guards they killed was a childhood friend of Arafinwë. Arafinwë already had rooms waiting for Maedhros and Maglor back in Tirion, because as soon as he got them on a boat he was planning to take them straight home, whether that was the Valar’s plan or not.

Arafinwë had managed to arrange a pardon for Galadriel, but she was still angry and proud and announced that she didn’t want it, thus resulting in her getting a personal ban.

He knew Galdalf before he went to Middle Earth and gave him a very long list of things to tell Galadriel, most of which amounted to ‘get over yourself and apologize to the Valar so you can come home you fucking idiot (and please tell Elrond hello, he’s a lovely child, really)’

He adores the Hobbits and can’t believe Elrond managed to bring them. Gandalf who? He gives his grandson-in-law all the credit, thank you very much.

[fitheghosty]

rtc for the musicals asks!!!!!

ooo this should be fun

song I wish was longer: honestly either "every story's got a lesson"— because come on it's just such a great little moment in between everyone's different numbers, they really should've kept the dialogue in that. (album-wise) or "talia" CAUSE OMG IT LITERALLY SHOULD'VE BEEN LONGER I HAVE A MILLION IDEAS OF HOW IT COULD'VE GONE LONGER AND WHAT COULD'VE HAPPENED AFTER IT IN AN AU DHSHSH

anyways..moving on

song I wish was shorter: this is so hard to answer..i know this isn't technically a song but maybe "meet jane doe"?? compared to the other intros in the album this one is the longest so that's why I picked it y'know?? it's still super spooky tho and I love it

the one song I always skip: probably "karnak's dream of life" it's one of the only songs in the musical that doesn't have any words, I mean sometimes I'll even listen to the whole thing where karnak introduces himself just because it's pretty cool and I like listening to the details, ex: screaming in background. karnak's little theme tho isn't my cup of tea if I want to listen to something in a hurry

song I sing the best: "sugar cloud" 100%. I am a soprano technically, but i cannot do the riffs that are required in "what the world needs" also I'm a constance kinnie so I act out everything 🤪

song I still don't know all the words to: "noel's lament"— OKAY HEAR ME OUT— i know all the words to it, I just get tounge-tied sometimes when it comes to the end and the choir is singing fast (??okay not that fast but still) fjdhs

song that honestly deserves an award or five: BALLAD OF JANE DOE. as much as I love the other songs in rtc, HOLY CRAP THIS SONG MAKES ME WANT TO CRY. THE LYRICS?? EMILY'S VOICE? PERFECTION🤌

song that's terrible but I still love: ...I don't think I have one..I don't think any of them are terrible lol

song that's really good but I hate: again..I don't have a single song I hate fjdhs

song I think could change the world: "it's not a game/ it's just a ride" one. this song makes me cry so hard😭 second. I do really think if people took the time to listen to this song and learn the context behind it— it wouldn't necessarily change the world but I do think it would make people think about life and how they spend it. it certainly makes me think about it

song I wish I'd written: probably 'talia' tbh— that song is just so beautiful, and the lyrics and the story behind the character is so sweet and also sad at the same time. the talent you have to have to create something like that is unreal

[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 ✨ 🎉🎉

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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?

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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...

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