#some of these are very shallow some of them are EXTREMELY thought out. Up to you to decide which is which.

[ghostly-bat]

Jon doesn't actually like being touched without a warning

He LIKES physical touch, which is why he engages with it all the time, as soon as the opportunity arises, but if someone touches him without a warning he gets weird because he didn't have time to decide if he wanted this person to touch him or not. Because if he doesn't like your vibe, he doesn't want to be touched.

Due to being Kryptonian he's used to always having a few seconds to decide if he'll pull away or not, so he hadn't actually realised, but as he hanged out with more metas and alien with some kind of superspeed, he realised that it was actually extremely uncomfortable for him.

Which he remedied by training his ttk field to pick up on anyone who gets close, so he's instantly notified. Not by telling anyone.

Just, I think people forget that Jon actually more of a loner than Damian. Yes, he's polite and pleasant, but not really friendly in the sense that he's usually making no effort to establish anything more than a very shallow connection.

I also think his sensory issues come into play. Humans are loud and noisy and, yes, smell quite a lot too, because we're nothing more than chemicals in a fleshbag. And then we also go and put more chemicals on us to smell nice.

Idk, I don't see him as someone who likes crowds.

This is just me honestly lol

But I can definitely see that, it definitely makes sense to me but my question is isn't Jon able to like lower his senses. Like he's able to tune them out. And I do love the thought of Jon being the physically affectionate type. I think he just kind of let's people cling to him but there are few where he's comfortable enough to actually hold or cling onto himself.

[mullermilkshake]

The face behind the telephone.

You just won't stop and Satoru doesn't know what to do.

Doctor!Satoru Gojo x Fem Obsessed!reader This is a very real situation for someone to be in and might be triggering to some. Viewer discretion is advised, Stalking, Impersonation, Blackmail, Coercion, One night stand, Harassment, Stalking

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“So, how did that date go last week?” Suguru slouched in his office chair and spun around, obviously bored.

Satoru hadn’t heard the last of it and found himself tense up everytime it was mentioned. His date with you at some restaurant he never went to before.

“Ah, y’know. Just not meant to be.”

Suguru chuckled and rolled his chair closer to him, “You fucked her and now you’re ignoring her, is that it?”

To be honest, Satoru let you down gently. It wasn’t unusual for Satoru to meet up with someone, sleep with them and find out that he just wasn’t compatible with them. It was run of the mill if he was frank and Suguru came to expect it by now.

“There were some red flags, she was talkin’ about all this serious shit… after we slept together. I don’t want anything serious, not yet anyway.”

“Oh this is gold, you always get the serious ones, Satoru, how about you send them my way? I’m getting too old for one night stands now.”

“You’re a year younger than me, man.” Now Satoru was laughing at his absurdity.

Suguru rolled back and stretched his back from side to side, “Exactly… you’ll need to settle down eventually. Was serious stuff really the only thing that put you off, or did she fart or something?” Then, he slid on his white lab coat before resuming typing on his keyboard.

Settle down. Satoru never saw himself settling down with anyone, not right now at least. Still, out of all the girls he’d met, you didn’t even make the top one hundred.

“Nah, I’m good. If you’re feeling like an old man, then you go right ahead and settle down, have some kids and get a mortgage.” He shivered at the mere thought but kept the mood light. “And no. I may be shallow sometimes, but I’m still a doctor, nothing like that puts me off, now you’re just putting words in my mouth, asshole.”

Though what Satoru hadn’t told Suguru, was that you hadn’t stopped calling and messaging him since. Despite his protests and pleas to stop trying to insert yourself in his life, you were relentless.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I know you better than anyone here.” Suguru stood up and pulled his stethoscope out from his pocket and slung it around his neck to hold on to. “There’s no perfect woman out there who’s waiting for you, everyone has their flaws y’know, even you.”

Satoru watched him leave, thinking on his words. As much as he wanted to be viewed as the perfect guy, he knew he was far from it. He picked up hobbies and inevitably dropped it a week later due to boredom after he mastered it, and he always had clothes in his hamper no matter how much he did the laundry. Sometimes he liked winding people up because it really gave him a kick that started his day off just right.

He was very much an asshole when he wanted to be. That was his flaw.

But you. You were something else.

Satoru should have held Suguru back and explained everything in detail, but his inability to control the situation would come out as weakness. And he was not weak. 

Suguru wouldn’t judge him at all, if it was serious, he wouldn’t be so cruel as to joke about it. But Satoru would judge himself just as harshly.

His phone had gone off non stop, a text, a call, ten more calls and more messages outlining how annoyed you were that he wasn’t answering, how you would make him listen to you and hear you out. It was a one night stand and you were speaking to him with such familiarity.

08:03 You: Hello??

08:03 You: Plz dont ignore me

08:04 You: Plz speak to me we can make it work

23 Missed calls.

It was how he imagined being married felt like but in an extreme fucked up way that no one ever mentioned in fear of scaring people off from tying the knot.

His phone rang again right there in his hand, vibrating an awful tune he once thought was cool enough to ring out loud in his pocket. Now, just like his morning alarm, the ringtone only brought dread every time he heard it.

Satoru switched his phone on to private and silenced it for a time, giving him time to clear his head and sort himself out for morning rounds in the little private clinic he and Suguru operated.

His little slice of heaven where for some time during the day, he could feel like an actual human being over the last week. Maybe he would sleep in the on-call room that night just for a different change of scenery? It was the best chance of getting a decent sleep if he hid his phone in his office so he wouldn’t be able to notice its rings that far away.

The phone screen lit up again and again. Satoru flipped it over on its front and got up from his seat. He gathered his things, his lab coat and headed off to grab a coffee and sweets, anything to get his brain jittering for the top of his game.

He couldn’t make mistakes at work, not if he wanted those clients coming back in droves.

“Well, don’t you look cheerful today?” Shoko was sitting in the break room, back in her chair with a leg over the other, pretending to read the newspaper in her hand with a steaming cup on the table.

“What are you talkin’ about? I’m always cheerful.” Satoru flashed her his biggest toothy grin and rummaged through the cupboard for his favourite coffee mug.

“Yeah… sure. Anyway, I need a consult for room six. She's trying to talk me into performing a rhinoplasty alongside her other surgery. I’m thinking you’ll be able to tell her that it’s a bad idea.”

“Why would I have any luck?” He poured the decaffeinated tar-like substance in his cup and added plenty of sugar and creamer, eyeing up the Kikufuku on the counter by the fridge.

“You can eat them Gojo… I brought them in for you.” Shoko must have seen him drooling. “And I know if you tell her she’s beautiful just as she is, she won’t push for an unnecessary surgery… She has the biggest crush on you like some schoolgirl.”

He shovelled one down when her statement actually sunk in. “R-right.”

Satoru was a doctor; a surgeon. He wasn’t some pretty boy tool to use at convenience to convince some woman that thought he was attractive enough to keep herself from altering her body needlessly.

He was a surgeon. A professional.

“Mr Gojo? Ah, there you are.” The practice’s receptionist peeped her head around the door.

For as young as she was, the newest member on site, she had one good judge of character and kept everything professional.

“What is it, Miwa?”

“Sorry to bother you so early, but your uh… girlfriend is waiting for you in reception, she said you forgot your lunch so she brought it for you.”

Satoru frowned, he observed the disappointment in her eyes. Shoko snorted and left her chair with the mug in her hands and carrying as much sarcasm on her shoulders as she could. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell me? What am I… an asshole?”

“Thanks Miwa, I’ll be right out.” He watched her leave and turned to Shoko with scepticism. “Shoko, I don’t have a girlfriend. whoever that is, isn’t anyone I know.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and made his way down to reception, each step worse than the other as he wracked his brain over who it was and what they wanted, though he definitely had his conclusions drawn practically right away.

She’s not that stupid, is she?

“Satoru!” Suguru called down from the opposite hallway and jogged his way over to hit him in the back playfully with a smile. “You liar, I thought you were still single and it takes your new girlfriend to come here? She’s pretty cute.”

“She’s not- look can you get security to come down, I have a bad feeling something’s gonna kick off.”

His smile dropped. “What’s happened, Satoru?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Go check my phone; you know my password. It’ll tell you everything.” That was the quickest way to explain, there wasn’t much energy left that he could use on articulating it.

Satoru left him in the corridor and trudged the rest of the way, seeing you immediately chatting away to Miwa in that cutesy way you had done on the first date. He thought you were cute, innocent enough not to give him trouble. That was his first mistake.

“Alright… you take care of yourself, lovely to meet you; Satoru!” You waved at him as though you had x-ray vision and saw him before he saw you.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low and he noticed Miwa looking over at him every so often. He guided you off to behind one of the large pillars in the open wide windowed reception.

“I came to see you.” Your happy exterior dropped. “You weren’t answering my messages.”

He huffed away the frustration as best as he could, pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back the rush of anxiety. “I haven’t responded because I asked you not to call me again.”

“I gave you space, I’ve given you a week.”

He said your name with the only nicety he could muster. “We went on one date, I don’t know you otherwise. And now you turn up at my workplace?”

You scoffed, clearly hurt at his words by the way you looked down at your feet and fiddled with your fingers. It just pranged a knot in his stomach. “That's an awful thing to say… after that beautiful night we spent together-”

“It was a one night stand, people do that. I told you before we even went on that date that I wasn't looking for anything serious. And when I let you down gently, you flipped out on me.”

Satoru was no coward and every time he cut things off with whoever he was seeing, he always did it in person. However, when he told you it wasn’t going to work out, you freaked out on him.

‘So you just waste my time?!’ 

‘That’s rich, you led me on when you knew I was looking for someone serious!” 

It only took you a day of silence to ruin the facade of a wondrous false sense of security before the multiple texts and calls came. The thing was, Satoru hadn’t given you his number. He had contacted you exclusively through the app like all the other girls, and the women who got further than a few dates, he blocked their numbers after the relationship was over.

“But… You told me  you wanted something serious in time; and I gave you time.” A fucking week wasn’t any time.

You were so matter-of-fact too, standing there with a hand on your hip shifting your weight on one leg and acting like you had been in a relationship with him for well over a year.

“We slept together once. That’s it, there’s nothing else to it. Don’t ever come back here or I’ll get the police involved…”

Were there tears in your eyes? Satoru was sure they were welling up. “How could you say that? Why would you do this to me, after all the things you told me while you were inside me and you’re telling me it was all fake?” By now your voice had raised a little, making a head or two turn to see the commotion.

Satoru was acutely aware of the situation. “That’s a thing called make believe, it’s fake sex talk that’s all it was. Now, please leave.”

You stepped back breathless as though you had just ran around the room, but upon a closer look, it wasn’t entirely honest. “You want me to do what? You pervert!”

Your raised voice turned most of the people waiting in the reception, some whispered and exchanged dirty glances in Satoru’s direction as they watched you start crying. They were almost certainly already assuming their trusted doctor was a perverted asshole who treated people when they were under general anaesthetic and unconscious.

“Shh!” Satoru held you by your shoulders and took you into the nearest empty room. “What the hell are you doing? This is my job, are you psychotic?”

“All I want from you, is you, Satoru. That’s all I ever wanted.”

You’d only known him a week. “Well you won’t get it from me.”

Now you were sobbing, rummaging through your purse for something Satoru did not want to see. “Yeah, well that wasn’t what you promised!”

A little white card, Satoru’s old doctor's card, he recognised the logo immediately. “Where did you get that?”

“You gave this to me last year; see? Look.” You flipped it over and there was his scribbly handwriting.

That card was his old one, right when he and Suguru were looking to start up their own practice. They were still working under the city hospital at the time. And those cards were used to find clients and advertise their new dream.

“Where, did you get that.”

“My father. You saved his life and you told me if there was anything I needed, I could come to you and you would help. And I want you.”

“So you lied, you knew me from before; why did you lie to me?” As far as he knew, a week ago was the first time. But what had you done for the last year, stalk him? Or more like you ensnared him.

“I didn’t. I gave you space so what is the issue with me coming to see you?”

Satoru shook his head vigorously, like he was trying to convince you twice over, he didn’t need convincing himself. “We aren’t in a relationship-”

“You’re ruining everything! Stop playing coy or I can make things so bad around here, I could destroy everything and you wouldn’t be able to do anything-”

“Satoru?” The office door swung open, Suguru and two security guards.

“Shit. Yeah, we’re done here, she needs to be escorted off the property and never allowed back.”

“No!” You lunged for him, hitting his chest as he tried his best to hold you back without hurting you. The last thing the practice needed was a lawsuit.

Once the security guard took a hold of you, it set you off something feral. Clawing at him and grasping at air towards Satoru as you were led away. “Let go of me! Please, Satoru don’t do this, I love you; I can look after you like you did me, I promise!”

“I love you!”

He turned away from you and stared blankly at the wall, he did not remember you nor did he ever want to be near you again.

“Don’t separate us, I need to look after him!”

He would of course pursue this legally, and write out whatever statements that were necessary and even the unnecessary ones.

“Jesus…” Suguru stood there awkwardly not knowing where to look as the door slammed shut and your screams grew muffled until they vanished.

“I didn’t really know how to tell you, man… Shit, that couldn’t have gone much worse.”

Suguru comforted him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “You did in your own way, I’m glad you said, because it could have gotten a hundred times worse.”

The pause between them wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t discouraging. “Maybe I should settle down… you don’t know anyone who, y’know, isn’t like that do you?”

Not that Satoru could trust anyone for a while. But maybe it wasn’t the worst idea.

“I might know a few.” Surugu took his hand away and made his way silently towards the door. “Come on, let’s settle our client's nerves and then get everything off your chest. It sounds pretty shitty what happened, so tell me all about it over coffee.”

Satoru nodded and moved too, joining his best friend for the step forward to get past all this stress over the last week.

Hopefully then he could sleep better. 

And perhaps his ringtone wouldn’t give him so much anxiety in his stomach each time someone wanted to get in contact.

No, it was better if he changed it. Just in case.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work thank you!

[captain-astors]

IF YOU HAD TO ASIGN ANIMALS TO TG CHARACTERS WHAT WOULD YOU PICK? (ANY CHARACTERS) 💕

"Any characters"

If you say so, sweet anon.

Haise is a White Crested Black Polish Chicken

I will no longer be offering commentary.

(this is uta, and yes that is a real creature.)

I hit the image limit. "Why are they all birds" you wouldn't understand.

[luvendiary]

something fishy / h. haddock

hiccup haddock x reader

request: Hello everything is fine? I hope you are well…. I would like to say that I loved your Hiccup fic, just perfect!! And the vows… OIIIIII my heart jumped! Congratulations on your masterpieces…. and if possible, when you're better with requests… could you do something for Hiccup again? This time, maybe something where the twins, playful as they are, might want to play a prank on Hiccup, where the reader feels sick. Hence, the reader agrees to play this prank, but when the time comes, does she really feel sick? (Maybe you feel short of breath, and pass out… or, you choose, I trust you) and then a cute moment of Hiccup taking care of the reader, thank you very much!!! a/n: i'm sorry for taking soooo long. thank you for your request and i hope you like it!!

Ruff and Tuff could be a pain in the ass sometimes. As much as you loved joking around with them, and their constant banter humored you, sometimes you couldn’t help but want to throw them both off the nearest cliff.

Right now, was one of those moments. You tried to block out their voices as you stitched through your charred armor, trying to repair the damage it had taken from your last ‘excursion’. However, they seemed to run on an endless supply of energy.

“Fine!” you shouted over their nagging voices. “If I agree to do this, will you leave me alone, for Thor’s sake?!”

Their response came in the shape of two identical grins, which told you all you needed to know.

That’s how you found yourself hunched over a bucket in your hut. What was supposed to be a harmless prank to Hiccup had ended up becoming your worst nightmare.

Tuff had bet Ruff that Hiccup had feelings for you, and all it took for it to be confirmed was to see you in your worst state to prove that. He would come and rescue you from your misery, and his point would be proven.

You thought it was ridiculous.

Ruff had said that to achieve your ‘most hideous state’ you had to at least smell like raw fish. At which you had started to double think your compliance in their plan. Maybe letting them annoy you wasn’t as bad as covered in fish skin.

However, by the time you realized that it was most definitely too late. The smell of fish had overwhelmed your senses and caused you to sprint out of the room before you got sick all over the place.

Much to your dismay, Hiccup had just walked in when he saw you bolt out of the room.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked as he glanced back at you with a worried expression.

You could hear the twins trying to come up with some sort of explanation as to why you looked as if all the blood had drained out of your system. They stumbled over their words guilty, as Hiccup’s expression grew with anger. The realization dawning on him that your current state was their fault.

“What did you do to her?” he asked sternly, cutting off their rambling.

“It was just a harmless prank!” Ruff defended as she extended her arms towards your hunched figure. “She’s fine!”

“Does she look fine to you?”

You could barely hear their response as ringing sounded in your ears. Your breaths became shallow. The smell of fish overwhelming your senses completely.

You broke out in a cold sweat, but you felt incredibly suffocated. You held your hair up in a ponytail, trying to relieve yourself.

“M’fine…” you mumbled once the ringing in your ears had stopped.

Your words had been enough to silence their bantering.

“See? She’s fine!” Tuffnut nervously said to Hiccup. His voice, unusually high-pitched.

Hiccup threw a murderous glare at him, but didn’t get to give him a piece of his mind as you clumsily stumbled to your feet.

His arms instinctively flinched toward you, as he watched you stand up like you were a deer, just learning to walk.

“Maybe you should sit down for a while,” he said, carefully making his way toward you. His voice, extremely gentle.

“What? No. I’m fine. I’m good. Just got nauseous there for sec…” your words slurred into each other and before you knew it you were back on the ground again.

You couldn’t feel your legs, and all you knew was that Hiccup was staring down at you with those big brown eyes of his.

You tried to smile, but darkness took you over.

Warmth and shadows welcomed you back when you opened your eyes again.

It was like you had been completely removed from the world you had known just a moment ago. The first thing you noticed was the smell of wood, a contrasting difference from the stench of fish which made you shiver in disgust. You were wrapped in a soft cozy blanket. It looked like it had been scratchy once before, but so many years of use had worn it down to the perfect texture.

A log cracked in the hearth nearby, and the sound was enough to draw your attention to a figure seated beside you. His back was slightly hunched in the chair, head resting in his palm, elbow propped on the armrest. Hiccup looked exhausted. However, his head shot up the second you moved.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, voice thick with relief. His eyes, those warm brown eyes, studied your face with a mix of worry and something gentler intertwined.

You tried to sit up, but your arms trembled beneath you.

“Whoa, hey—easy,” he was beside you in an instant, gently pressing a hand to your lower back, to guide you back down. The simple gesture made butterflies fly in your stomach.

“You fainted. You scared the hell out of me.”

You frowned, brows drawing together. “Did I… throw up on anyone?”

His lips twitched in amusement, the concern in his expression never wavering. “No. You missed everyone by a mile. But you were burning up by the time I got you out of there.” He hesitated, then added, “You’ve been out for hours.”

You looked down at the blanket, feeling your cheeks heat for entirely different reasons now. “Guess I really sold the whole ‘sick and pitiful’ act, huh?”

His brows drew together in confusion. “Wait—this was a prank?”

You groaned, covering your face with one hand. “Ruff and Tuff thought if I looked like I was on death’s doorstep, it would somehow confirm that you had feelings for me.”

You were mortified. “They kept pestering me until I agreed. But if I had known their plan had included me being covered in fish guts, I would never have said yes.”

He was quiet for a long moment. You dared a peek through your fingers. He looked conflicted.

“Gods…” you whispered. “I’m so sorry. This was so stupid.”

Then, unexpectedly, he smiled—just a small, private curve of his lips.

“Well,” he said slowly, sitting back on the edge of the chair. “They weren’t completely wrong.”

Your heart skipped. “Wait, what?”

His eyes met yours. “Maybe not the way they went about it… but I was ready to throw them both into the ocean the second I saw you collapse. I—I was scared. I thought something was seriously wrong. I care about you. A lot.”

You stared at him.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “So… yeah. Next time, maybe just talk to me instead of dousing yourself in fish guts?”

You stared at him in disbelief. A breathless laugh escaping your throat. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

There was a pause, warm and gentle, before Hiccup reached down to tuck the blanket more securely around your shoulders.

“Get some rest,” he murmured. “After that we can throw them off a cliff together. Yeah?”

“Is that a promise?”

“I’ll wait for you.”

[zorosangell]

HII! I have zero clue if your requests are open if they're not ignore this ask. but let's pretend it's totally summer time and it's vacation to a 5 star resort time ok? ok!!!!! i just had this random thought of the strawhats going to an extremely luxurious resort w/ a shit ton of pools and the reader ending up losing their top of their bikini while hanging out in a shallow pool with her girl bffs n having to call for bf zoro to be her savior.. sorry. i miss zoro he needs to be disturbed with every miss inconvenience ever

⛥ﾟ・。 hibiscus

synopsis: after a wardrobe malfunction at the pool, you're left soaked and topless... luckily, you have a hot boyfriend to come to your rescue.

cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, zoro is a bit emotionally constipated, reader's better than me, girl talk, the bikini top isn't specified so imagine whatever you want.

a/n: look at my man's abs <3 oml

"No way!" you gasped, eyes wide as they flicked over each boy, completely taken aback by the similar look of them.

The little girl—who you learned to be Pasha—nodded, letting out another sigh as she grabbed another wildflower from her stockpile, tucking it into your hair.

"You have so many brothers! How big is your family?"

"Really big," her twin sister, Iza, answered, tying off another small braid she'd made. "There's twelve of us all together."

"Twelve?!"

Just the thought made you lightheaded, your mind somehow unable to comprehend one woman doing all that.

'Big Mom oughta watch out...'

"Wait 'til you learn most of us are twins..." Mila—another sister—chuckled, tossing some grapes into her mouth.

"Twins?!" you asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"Don't scare her off, Mila! It's not that bad," Pasha assured, carefully placing another peony in another section.

After getting cornered by the Navy, and nearly capsizing while trying to escape, Nami decided the crew was well overdue for some rest and relaxation.

Luckily, the executives at nearby Elysia Resort were more than eager to welcome you into their facilities—on the consensus that nothing would be stolen and no fights would be started.

So, while the others fooled around on the beach, or did some daytime reading, or made their fifteenth pass at the buffet, you hung out at the resort's impossibly large, impossibly luxurious pool.

Where you seemed to have attracted the local population of tween girls.

"Wait, but I thought pirates with braids were cliché?" you asked, confused, as you skimmed through the magazines some of the new girls brought over.

"Cli-what?" Maya cocked her head to the side, scrunching her nose as she adjusted her floaties.

"Old news," Leona clarified before turning to you, pulling a few of the braids Iza had finished toward your cheekbones. "And they're making a comeback. Like feather earrings."

"Please," Pasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Feather earrings are not making a comeback."

"Tell that to Kaizoku Style," Iza grinned, holding up a magazine that read LOOTING CHIC in bold letters right above a head-shot of a woman wearing feather earrings.

"They don't look too bad," you nodded, gliding your feet through the crystal blue water of the shallow end.

"See," Leona smirked, crossing her arms in triumph. "If they're not the new thing, then what is?"

"Bangles," Pasha answered, matter-of-factly.

"They've been in fashion!"

"You were the one that stole them out of momma's jewelry box, weren't you?" Mila teased.

"I did not!"

"There," Iza smiled, tying off the very last braid before giving your shoulder a soft pat. "All done."

Carefully, you leaned forward, taking a peek at your reflection through the clear water and smiling brightly at what you saw.

Your hair was adorned with all different flavors of bloom, the vibrant colors only enhancing your natural beauty.

And the braids added depth to your curls, giving it a majestic and earth-woven look.

"Oh, girls, I—"

"DOG PILE!" a random boy exclaimed, an army of them seeming to follow as they all let out a unanimous battle cry, quite literally canon-balling right on top of you.

A chorus of screaming young girls echoed throughout the pool as boys of varying ages rained from the sky—one in particular jumping on top of your head and shoving you underwater.

"NO, WAIT MY—!"

Shhrip!

Your eye twitched, and underwater you let out a sigh of frustration as your hands snapped up to cover your chest.

'You've gotta be kidding me...'

Once the assault was over, you stood from the pool floor, glancing at the ripped bikini top floating on the chlorinated surface as you turned to the girls—most of which too busy chasing down their brothers for ruining their hair.

"You all okay?" you asked, suddenly incredibly tired.

"We're fine," Pasha sighed, shaking the water out her ear. "They always do stuff like this."

"All right, then. I'm gonna go find something to cover... this..."

Turning around, you stepped out the pool and started the trek back to the cabana, moving at a brisk pace as you kept your hands firmly pressed against your bare chest.

Even though you loved children, you had to admit that you were less than pleased to see a bunch of teens had broken your top.

And even less so that they had failed to apologize.

But, if the boyish cries of "Uncle! Uncle!" from the far end of the pool were anything to go off of, then you were sure the girls had fought to avenge and defend your honor.

Sensing someone's presence, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, only to see your swordsman standing right before you.

His eye dragged over your body, almost analytically, gauging your situation and gathering his response.

"The kids broke your top, didn't they?" Zoro asked, his hand sliding down into his pocket.

"How'd you guess?" you sighed, slightly hanging your head, now thoroughly regretting you didn't wear a one piece.

"Was doin' some strength workouts on the beach when I heard a bunch of kids screamin'. Remembered you were hangin' out over here and decided to check it out to make sure you were all right."

"Well—"

But before you could even say anything, he tugged his haramaki over your head, carefully securing it over your chest before scooping you up in his arms.

"Zoro!" you flushed, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, managing to brush past his strong deltoids in the process.

"M'tired. You're comin' to nap with me," he stated, completely serious and leaving no room for argument as he started the trek back up to your room.

In the moment, he didn't mean to be so curt.

It wasn't you he was upset at, but rather all the creepy, on-leave marines he'd snapped at on his way, who were laughing and leering at your body like what happened to you was funny.

Pinnacles of Justice?

Pinnacles of Justice, his ass.

You'd think the defenders of the people would show a little common decency and look away when a woman's trying to cover herself.

"You have fun?" he asked, gruffly, wanting to switch the subject before he got mad all over again.

"The girls did my hair," you reported, resting your head on his chest. "Braided it and decorated it with flowers while they asked me questions about being a pirate... and fashion."

A sheepish smile crept onto your lips, excitement and worry spreading through your chest as you fiddled with a curl.

"How's it look?"

The adorable expression stretched across your face sent a sharp pang of warmth straight through the swordsman's heart.

Of course it looked good.

It was on you.

With the dewy droplets of water in your hair, along with the array of flora, you looked like some sort of sea nymph.

Discreetly, his eyes flicked down to your chest, his dick stirring slightly in his trunks at the sharp contrast of green against your tanned skin.

His haramaki was stuck to your wet body like a second skin, your pebbling nipples making it abundantly clear that it was the only thing keeping him from you.

The real you.

The bare you.

'Fuck.'

Giving your thigh a soft squeeze, he nodded with approval, a small smile settling on his lips.

"You look beautiful... you always do," he stated, as if it was a fact. "Don't need flowers to see that."

Freeing one of his hands, he fixed a particularly large hibiscus, tucking it behind your ear along with a flyaway.

"I—"

He was interrupted by the sounds of your soft snores, looking down to see you were already out like a light, cheek smushed against his pec and hand resting softly over his heart.

Like boyfriend, like girlfriend.

His chest roared with admiration at the sight, along with the sudden, violent urge to protect.

The swordsman wasn't one for beating up children, but if he ever ran into the little hoodlums that snapped your top...

Let's just say he'd have a few choice words.

[pineconepie]

More Vincent!! >:)

TW: Kidnapping, injured reader, parental yandere, infantilization, murder (not major characters), developing Stockholm syndrome(?)

...

Its been a few weeks ever since Vincent kidnapped you (or "adopted you" as he likes to put it). For the first few days, it was hell trying to get comfortable around your new "dad". It took even longer to feel safe at the Cryo estate, and get adjusted to the people there.

Most of them were surprisingly not that scary once you got to know them.

For the first time in a while, you felt happy, once you adjusted. Sure, being forced to act like a baby against your will was humiliating and embarrassing. But, at least Vincent could be a lot worse.

"Comfy, pumpkin?" he chuckles, ruffling your hair.

You're nestled against him, watching some kid's movie on TV while nestled up against his side.

He seems so much happier now, too. Well, at least now that you've finally come to terms with your fate and given in to him. There weren't a lot of options in this scenario. If you tried to run away or tell anyone outside the Cryo organization, Vincent would have probably killed them.

That thought scares you as well as makes you sick to your stomach, but there isn't much you can do.

"Yeah," you mutter, eyes slipping shut. "'m tired."

Vincent shifts slightly. You feel a light kiss being pressed into the top of your head. "Then I guess it's nap-time, huh? I..." He's interrupted by his phone ringing. His expression quickly turns into a scowl as he checks the caller ID, and answers it after sending you an apologetic look. "Phoenix, this better be urgent."

"Heeey, Boss, Scarlet Syndicate is kinda screwing us over right now." There's sounds of yelling in the background. "They wanna speak to you."

Your eyes widen. Scarlet Syndicate, the same group that forced you into working for them.

Vincent rubs the bridge of his nose. "Then they're idiots. Fine. Tell them they're gonna get what they wished for. Send me the location and I'll be there soon." He hangs up before Phoenix has a chance to reply back. Sighing, he turns to you with a sad smile. "Looks like we'll have to cut cuddle time short. Dad's so sorry."

"They're the ones who held debt over my head. What if they want me back?" you question, dread making your chest tighten. "What if they want me dead? They're probably so angry at me.." Your lip trembles, remembering how cruel they were to you.

He pulls you into a firm hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Oh, kiddo... don't worry about that, alright? If those bastards so much as come near you, they will meet a very bloody fate," he growls, squeezing you even tighter. He buries his face in your hair. "Dad's gotcha. As long as you stay under my protection, they won't lay a finger on you. Hell will freeze over before I let anyone take you away from me."

You nod anxiously. "I trust you."

He kisses your forehead again before slowly pulling away and standing up from the couch. "I'm gonna put you in the safe room while I'm gone, alright?" He doesn't wait for your response, dragging you to the safe room.

Despite trying to seem calm, you can tell he's angry. Extremely angry. Vincent is gripping you tightly, but not hard enough to cause pain.

Once you're in the safe room, he makes sure it's fully locked up.

"I should be home before dinner," he assures you.

"Wait," you rasp. "What if something happens to you?"

Vincent places his hand on the side of your head, stroking his thumb over your cheek. His smile seems a lot warmer when you're the one receiving it.

"You really think I would leave you alone after all the trouble I've went through to have you with me?" he teases, letting out a quiet chuckle. "No worries, sweetie. I'm always gonna find a way to make it home. Even if I have to dig myself out of a shallow grave."

With one last kiss pressed into your forehead, Vincent turns around and walks away, leaving you locked inside the safe room.

...

Vincent arrives at the warehouse where the meeting is taking place, being escorted inside by Phoenix. Inside the main room, he sees the Scarlet Syndicate goons waiting for him and Vincent wastes no time getting to the point.

"What the fuck do you bastards want?" he spits.

Flint, the boss of Scarlet Syndicate, puffs his cigar. "You know exactly what I'm here to ask," he sneers. "Did you not bring the kid with you?"

"Kid? I don't know what you're talking about," Vincent replies nonchalantly, smiling menacingly. "But if I did, what is it to you?"

"Their debt is far from paid off, Bauer," Flint grumbles. "As long as they breathe, we own them. So I was thinking, either you give them to us, or you can pay off the debt yourself." He blows out some smoke. "For a millionaire such as yourself, it doesn't seem like it'd be an issue for you, especially seeing as you've gone soft over them. I've heard the rumors."

Vincent glares darkly at him. "First of all, you're gonna need more than your cronies to keep you protected when I lose my patience." He smiles threateningly. "And second of all, I think I've got a counter-proposal. How about I just shoot you in your face instead?"

In a flash, everyone pulls their weapons on each other.

"Enough!" Flint huffs. "I gave you an option to do it willingly. Now we have no choice but to use brute force."

Vincent is prepared to have bullets flying his way, but instead a smoke bomb is dropped at his feet.

As soon as Vincent realizes this, he covers his mouth and nose, eyes searching wildly to see the culprit, but to no avail. Then he notices Flint is gone along with his cronies.

Once the room clears, the Cryo members notice their boss is seething.

"Go find them!" he barks, scowling furiously. "I want every single one of those bastards dead by sunset." He notices Quinn on her phone. "Quinn! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Your place was broken into," she hisses back.

That gets Vincent's attention. The blood drains from his face as realization dawns on him. They just wanted to draw him out so they could get their hands on his baby.

Never in the past couple of years has he ever been so frantic, scrambling to his car and flooring it back home.

...

As soon as he makes it back to his penthouse, his worst fears are confirmed. There's signs of struggle in the hallway, as well as bloodstains on the carpet.

The safe room door has been busted open somehow. Vincent's stomach churns and he feels rage beginning to bubble up. Not only had someone dared to trespass on his property, they also had the audacity to steal you.

His kid. His everything.

He screams your name while searching for you, even though he already knows it's useless.

After tearing apart the penthouse and finding no trace of you, that's when his panic begins to set in.

"No, no, no..." he rasps, fingers tangling in his hair. He punches the wall and kicks down the nearby table in rage. Vincent stands there staring down at the mess he made.

He feels his chest constricting and tears beginning to flow. He grabs one of the fallen chairs and smashes it against the wall.

Then his phone rings.

Fumbling to grab it out of his pocket, he answers it, wiping his tears away in anger.

"What?!" he barks, voice cracking.

Instead of Phoenix, Quinn, or Trenton, he hears...

"Hello again, Vincent."

It's Flint.

Vincent feels like he's about to snap right then and there. He grips the phone so tight he almost breaks it. "What did you do?" he asks with grit teeth, fighting back the urge to sob. He hasn't felt this way in a long time, and he despises that.

But it hurts. You're gone again... It makes his heart ache knowing you're back in that organization's grasp, likely terrified.

Flint cackles. "I'm sure your kid wants to know the same thing. I told them how your greed was too strong to save them. So! I have a new set of options. Either you can come here and give me the money, or... well, I think you can imagine what'll happen next."

Vincent squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling. "Just tell me where you want me to bring the cash," he whispers, rubbing his hand over his face.

...

You try to ignore the cuts and bruises marring your skin. It's hard to, given your only distraction is the brick wall in front of you. You would cry, but after crying the whole ride here, you feel numb.

There's only fear and dread in you.

You're tied to a chair, arms bound behind your back and legs attached to the front legs of the chair, ankles secured to them.

They've taken you away from Vincent and brought you back here.

Back to the Scarlet Syndicate headquarters, which is really just some rundown warehouse.

Just when you're beginning to wonder if you had been abandoned to starve and die down in this dingy basement, the door opens.

To your surprise and relief, Vincent descends down the stairs with two suitcases.

"Dad!" you exclaim, hope blossoming.

He ignores your cry, approaching the table Flint sits at. With an angry scowl on his face, he sets both suitcases down, opening them up so the man can see.

You peer over as well, shocked to see that there's millions worth of dollars in each suitcase. Probably even more than the debt.

"There, I've met your demands," Vincent hisses. "Now let them go."

Flint cackles, standing up. "My, my. I'm surprised you actually showed up. Thought for sure I would be seeing them dead. Seeing as you don't hold much care for anyone besides yourself."

"Save the monologue," Vincent snaps. "And give them back before I put a bullet through your brain."

Flint nods, untying you from the chair.

Once you're untied, you rub your wrists, wincing at the soreness. Immediately, you rush over to Vincent, wrapping your arms around his midsection and hiding your face against his coat.

He holds you tight. "It's alright. Dad's here."

Flint pouts, taking another drag of his cigar. "So let's let bygones be bygones?"

Vincent forces a smile. "Sure thing." He rushes you out of the warehouse, keeping you cradled in his arms until you reach the car, which is farther away than you had anticipated. You're just grateful he has so much upper body strength. After buckling you in the backseat, he checks your pulse and presses kisses all over your face. "My poor baby," he whispers tearfully. "Did they hurt you bad?"

"My head hurts. And my entire body feels like its on fire."

Vincent pulls you into another firm hug before letting go. He wipes his eyes furiously. "Oh. That reminds me." He pulls out a walkie-talkie and holds it to his face. "Trent. Now."

You hear a loud explosion coming from somewhere nearby, looking out the window to see the warehouse in flames.

You jump a little.

Vincent chuckles weakly, placing his hand on your head. He reaches into the glove compartment and produces a juice box. You hadn't even noticed he carried them around in his vehicles.

He pushes the straw through the tiny hole and hands it to you.

"I think some ice cream is in order once we get back home," he whispers, leaning forward and pressing another kiss onto your forehead.

"But didn't you give them money?" you question, furrowing your brows in confusion as you take small sips of the juice. "You just blew up a bunch of it..."

He laughs. "Don't you worry about that. It wasn't real money," he snickers, patting your head one last time. "But you don't need to think about any of that adult stuff anymore." His smile falters for a split second, examining your injuries once again. "I'll also need to call a doctor once we're home. And then maybe put you in a tower like Rapunzel."

You manage a small laugh. "You're silly."

His smile returns as he shuts the door and settles himself into the driver's seat. "Don't tell anyone else, you're the only one who knows that." He grins at you through the rearview mirror.

Never did you think you'd be okay driving away with your captor from a burning building with possible casualties inside, but... after what you've been through, it's kind of difficult to care anymore.

[nezz-cringe-crib]

growing up is realizing that dipcifica was actually a pretty damn good ship and holy shit i totally misjudged this pairing.

i never really liked dipcifica mainly because of how it got represented by the fandom, but looking back on it, it would've made a lot of sense and it would've been beneficial for both of them to date each other. and even in a completely platonic sense, their dynamic worked well enough that they could've done a lot more together.

dipper is a very nerdy awkward guy, clearly. he likes solving mysteries and sometimes he gets a little in over his head because of it. and his silly little awkward teenage love life reflects all of these things. that little shrimp was disney's #1 simp, it's actually insane. whenever he'd start to fall for a girl it'd end up going pretty terribly because he'd have no idea how to just act like himself and he'd also become a little bit of a jerk. (i'm not trying to like dog on dipper btw. he's just a kid and these are all understandable flaws, especially at his age and at the time period gravity falls took place in). however, with pacifica, a lot of these flaws are manageable solely because of how they're introduced to each other. dipper hates pacifica at first and wants nothing to do with her, but eventually they're forced to work together and realize "huh. we actually make a really good team." for dipper, this gradual building of a relationship is really beneficial to him. he wouldn't just go head-first into simping for some random girl and he'd also learn to respect her as a person and realize when he's being a little bit of a dick. being with pacifica, platonically or romantically (though personally i think romantically would strengthen their pros more but thats just my personal taste), would've helped dipper become a better person.

this goes for pacifica as well. pacifica's homelife is extremely controlling and it's what groomed her into becoming the mean girl that she's first presented as. as the show continues though, it's clear that she doesn't really want to be mean to anybody. she only acts spoiled because she doesn't know what else she can act like. she wants to connect to people but she's been so forced into this fake rich life that she has no idea how to be genuine with anybody. that's why her having a connection to dipper is so important. dipper is a little blunt, and he especially won't hide that from pacifica because he initially hates her and her family's lifestyle, so this'll eventually help pacifica realize "oh shit. i'm kind of a dick. my family are kind of huge dicks." and we do end up seeing this from her in "Northwest Mansion Mystery". she learns how to be herself, learns who "herself" even means, and learns to stand up for who she is when she figures that out. also pacifica's pretty damn smart???? especially socially???? she could absolutely help dipper do a lot of things when it comes to mystery solving, and with her status it'll most likely be things that dipper could never pull off and never even thought about because that's just what he's used to. they'd both end up learning a lot from each other because they'd be dragged into environments that they're not familiar with, but the other is. and their different perspectives/lifestyles would help the other view their environment in a new light.

not only is their relationship genuinely really beneficial to the both of them, but i also just know that their dialogue and scenes with each other would be so damn silly i can't not say yes to it anymore. i also just personally like headcanoning them both as bisexual so that's a plus for me.

anyways, tldr: i was wrong about dipcifica and its actually really good, i just think people should really analyze their relationship more since the way the fandom presents it (or how ive personally seen the fandom present it) is a little icky and shallow at least in my opinion. yay for dipcifica being silly little goobers :3

[affableramen]

waking up with them

fluff; early relationship; no smut but implication of you sharing the same bed

note: very self-indulgent & comforting

Wriothesley

When you wake up, Wriothesley is still sleeping soundly. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his mouth slightly opened as he looks extremely tranquil in his sleep.

But when your brush your fingers over his thick hair, he responds, wakin up to your touch immediately. He opens one eye and sees you next to him, your hand in his hair. Wriothesley touches your wrist gently, pulls it down and delivers a shallow kiss onto your palm.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Come on, Wrio. Who is beautiful at this hour? I am sure I look messed up in the mornings.”

He nuzzles his face into your hand, kissing it all over and murmurs silently:

“Beautiful.”

Tartaglia

He is deeply asleep when you play with his copper hair. When you find yourself under the same blanket with Ajax, you feel utter sense of home. His place radiates the vibe of wanting to have you here. You think it ridiculous first, but your thoughts are kindly interrupted by Ajax’s slowly stirring. As he wakes up, he pulls you closer to his chest, there is a silly smile on his lips.

“Need your warmth a while longer…” he says, still sleepily.

“I’m happy to share some with you.”

Neuvillette

Neuvillette wakes up long before you to simply admire your sleepy state. You look beautiful when you’re asleep to him: peaceful, tranquil, gorgeous even, he thinks. Not a single shade of worry appears to touch your face. You look incredibly smooth and contented. As you stir gently in your sleep, Neuvillette feels like he should have been more careful with stroking your face. Though he didn't want you to wake up so early, he becomes the happiest man alive when he sees the way your eyes stop at him.

“Neuvi…” says the dreamy you.

“Apologies if I woke you, it was unintentional”, he resumes stroking your hair and pushes a lock behind your ear. “I like the sight of it.”

“Of what?”

“Of you wrapped in my blanket. It makes me feel so warm.”

Pantalone

You wake up in the softness of sheets of his king-sized bed. The sunlight lets thin rays get through your curtains and illuminate a part of your boyfriend's face. He’s woken up before you, his eyes softly looking at you, and he moves his hand out of the middle of the fuzzy blanket to run his fingers over your cheek gently. The touch is lightweight and innocent, so is Pantalone’s smile. Slowly waking up, you cannot believe that you are under the same blanket together. Carefully, you push yourself closer to embrace Pantalone, and he does the same as if having read your mind. Tightly he hugs and cuddles you. 

“You’re here.”

“Did you think I’d leave you to an empty bed?”

“I can’t say I did not consider that outcome. But I am most contented with how the things are now.”

Ayato

You wake up and first few moments stare into Ayato’s violet eyes, him being woken up early. You look into his face: it’s peaceful and quiet. The man known for liking to talk your ears out and sprinkling sarcasm here and there is quietly lying in the bed right now enjoying the sight of your presence, so intimate and so close. He is completely silent, just examining the look on your face, your features, trying to find any discontent or discomfort in your gaze but fails to find one.

“Won’t you be late?” 

“I will”, he says nonchalantly. He wants to stay with you in the bed so much that it’s apparently read on his face. 

“But you’re the CEO…”

“Can wait. Besides, no one will die if I am just 30 minutes late.”

Capitano

He wakes up first and strokes your hair gingerly. You are still asleep when a rough big hand caresses the thin skin of your face, from time to time stopping on your chin and lips. Though Capitano tries to hide his affections and make the touch as much subtle as possible, his calloused hand betrays his gentleness. You stir, slowly coming to senses and see Captain’s grave face appear in front of you. This man just seems incapable of smiling, even in such domestic and sweet circumstances. You pout back at him.

“Must you be so tense?”

“I’m unhappy to wake you. Try to sleep more, you’ve been through a lot.”

“I don’t mind sleeping more. But only if it’s in your arms, sir.”

Alhaitham

You wake up first and cannot deny yourself the joy of seeing Alhaitham so peaceful and pretty. As he is deep in his sleep you notice some features of his face that you’d never seen before. The features that are only taken notice of when in close proximity. You try to silently move closer to him, balancing on your elbows and ending up delivering a little peck in his lips. 

That cautious but satisfying action makes Alhaitham stir and wake up eventually. When you pull away you see his half-closed eyes staring at you. But if his look is usually clouded with intense judgement and disgust, right now he looks extremely soft for someone who avoids being in people’s company too much. 

“Hey”, he is surprised and troubled. “You stayed?”

“As you see. I wasn't ready to let you go. Besides, you give out very nice hugs.”

Dottore

He wakes first. His usually eerie expression now less eerie as he looks at the person sleeping next to him, comfortably wrapped in the blanket he previously used for himself. Dottore gives up to a little blush on his face because he does not understand how you could agree to stand the whole night with him. He knew you are not the type of girl to leave without a word, but he still expected you to escape. But you stayed, and Dottore finds himself utterly perplexed, but also madly in love.

“Dott…” your hand reaches out to touch him. Dottore blushes even more and thank God your eyes are still shut when you touch his cheek, otherwise he’d embarrass himself with a tomato-red face.

Dainsleif

You wake him with your gentle touch. Although you had hoped the light weight touch of your fingers wouldn't stir him, yet the sensitive Dainsleif still finds himself waken up by you. And he is completely disoriented. One part of him screams happy of seeing you next to him, under the same blanket as his own body, but the other is angry that he let you, perhaps, too close.

But he doesn't want to think. Not right now, when you are looking at him with so much affection. Dainsleif wants you to recognise the same affection in his eyes as he pulls you closer, finds your hand and intertwines his fingers with you.

“So delighted you’re here.”

“I wouldn't go anywhere without you, Dain.”

Baizhu

He wakes first and moves some strands out of your face to see you more clearly. Baizhu didn't even dream of it — to see you so closely, so intimately. He has you touch the same blanket he used to cover his own body with, to get some warmth. This feels so personal to him, he lets out a little chuckle, smiling to his thoughts.

When you wake up, the first thing you see is emerald green hair before you. You raise your hand to caress the hair and this might be the first time you witness the pharmacist without his glasses. His face is extremely different from what you had known before. You now clearly see his eyes which are usually sad and radiate constant struggling, but right now he looks somewhat tranquil and at peace. If you are the reason of his calmness, it makes you immensely happy.

“I didn't want to wake you up. Sorry”, he lets out a nervous laugh.

“I don’t mind.”

“You’re so beautiful in the morning.”

“So are you.”

[the-world-of-nai]

pick a bracelet; who will you date next?༊*·˚

pile 1 -> pile 2 pile 3 -> pile 4 take a deep breath, ask yourself "who is the next person that i will date?" and then pick the bracelet that you feel drawn to! it could be the one you think is the cutest, the one that you would wear, or the one that you feel you saw recently etc. it's up to you to trust your intuition.

pile 1 this could be someone who you meet at school. they are hardworking and extroverted. they are fun to be around. they are confident in themselves, but i see that deep down they don't really trust themselves. for some of you, this could be an ex. for others, this person has an ex that they thought they were going to be with forever. this person is very hot/attractive. i feel like they will be focused on career when you two meet. perhaps they are not looking for anyone but then they meet you. again, i feel like this could be someone from school/work. it may be a bit of a slow burn. this person will have trouble coming forward/making a move. i really feel that they have been through a breakup or major heartache in their life that changed them. they are a very generous and giving person. they may have self esteem issues. they don't always go after what they want. you will find this person to be very hot. they may be a creative person too.

zodiacs: scorpio, gemini, virgo, leo, aries, sagittarius

channeled song:

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pile 2 very strong taurus energy in this pile. earth and fire energy. this person is very beautiful, even if they're a man. i'm getting they can be more traditional and/or conservative in nature. they are extremely hardworking because they value and enjoy the material goods in life. they could be rich or well off, but they work hard regardless of that. this person is very focused on their future and making money. however, they are very charming and well liked. they dress well, smell good, look good. i feel like this is the type of person who a lot of people want but can't have because all they care about is money LMAOOOO! they will def spoil you with gifts and stuff. they will also push you to do better in your own career. this person is a B-O-S-S, it's giving daddy energy. they are very successful and well-liked. this person is your soulmate. think your dream person: that's them. this person will make your dreams come true in a way (whatever that means to you). this could be someone you're currently crushing on!

zodiacs: strong taurus, aries, fire and earth signs in general

song:

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pile 3 ok so this pile is a little heavier... i'm just going to go with what i'm getting and if it doesn't resonate, please choose a different pile! i'm honestly getting that this person will be in a relationship when you meet. for some of you, this could be an ex who is with someone else now. i'm getting that you will cheat with this person. they could be married too. affair energy. this could be someone who really hurt you in the past. you may have given up on them before because it was causing you a lot of heartache. this person may have cheated and you found out OR you were the other woman/man and that secret came out which caused some chaos. this person is depressed and because of that, they are hurting others and don't seem to care. this could be someone older, married, recently divorced, something like that. again, take what resonates! wasn't expecting something like this to come out...

zodiacs: pisces, leo, taurus

song:

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pile 4 awww, this person is so sweet! this person is very pretty/handsome. it's giving boy/girl next door. this could be someone who you had a small crush on at some point but it didn't really go anywhere so you moved on. you may meet them at school/work. this person is witty and intelligent. they are not shallow, but rather they have substance and a complex mind. i feel like this person will be reserved, but not boring. they conserve their energy, but they are also fun and interesting once you talk to them. this person will help you heal your past heartaches in some way. perhaps you thought all men/women were one way, but this person proves you wrong. this person is sweet and romantic. they are a true sweetie with a heart of goldddd, soft affff i'm telling you! they are sincere and they will confess their feelings to you in a very heartfelt way!

zodiacs: strong pisces, taurus, aquarius, leo, scorpio

song:

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thank you so much for tuning in, i hope i was able to deliver a message that resonated with you. have a beautiful day ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[unoislazy]

Healing Takes Time

Injured! Mizu x Reader

Summary: you’re just a simple healer minding your business, avoiding a fight that had broken out along your street when suddenly an extremely wounded strange man ends up at your door.

Disclaimers; very soft angst, nothing too bad.

Mizu’s pronouns shift depending on the POV

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Blood.

Something that Mizu was all too familiar with. The blood of her enemies, her families, even her own. She had seen what could be considered more than the average person's fair share of bloody disputes. That’s been her life, that’s what everything ends in for her.

Blood.

And now, here she was again, drenched in blood. Laying on an empty street surrounded by her foes that she had successfully taken down but not without costing herself a lot of her own energy. She lay there, the only movement coming from her was the shallow rising and falling of her chest as her breathing became more labored. She could barely keep her eyes open as she looked up at the sky.

She wanted to move, she needed to move, she had to finish what she started. She had to get up, this couldn’t be where she died. Not now.

With all the might left in her, Mizu wearily got herself off the ground, propping herself up on whatever she could find around her, standing up as tall as she could without making the pain unbearable. A hard feat to accomplish considering the several broken bones now housed within her body, the slashes she endured that were still leaking blood, and the bruises that had already begun to form in every area. She was in a bad shape, and she knew that, but she couldn’t just let go. She had to continue.

Mizu continued to try to walk, holding herself up with any object near her, but after a certain point she realized she truly wasn't going to get very far. Her mind had become very dizzy and her eyes began to cross.

Before she knew it she had collapsed on the hardwood floor just outside of someone’s house.

Luckily that house belonged to you.

You heard the commotion outside and hid somewhere within your house. You didn’t want to get involved, and you didn’t need to, so you wouldn’t. You had only begun to come out of hiding once you couldn’t hear the fighting anymore.

You sighed in relief, hoping it would be awhile before the next fight would break out. Fights usually broke out on your street, with all the men being thrown out of the different houses for not paying properly or not following the rules. But this fight was much different, much more brutal. The person in the middle you had only gotten a glimpse of before you rushed inside, you couldn’t make out much of them from the distance you were at but they were quite lanky compared to the men they were fighting.

For some reason, you had hoped they had won. Why? You couldn’t tell. People always make assumptions off of the little information they have, and you guessed this was just one of those times.

You rose from your crouched spot, readying yourself to continue whatever activity you had stopped halfway through. You carefully walked towards your door and just as you were about to open it, you heard a loud thump come from the other side.

You jumped back in shock, your hands trembling. What if they were here to get you next? What if they saw you looking and they didn’t want any witnesses? A thousand questions ran through your mind at a million miles a second. You had no idea what to expect from the other side of the door, and you really didn’t want to find out.

And yet, here you were, about to open the door anyways. Your curiosity was getting the better of you. After all, you didn’t hear any other movement, so who or whatever was just dropped on your doorstep was probably of no harm… right?

Your hands still shook with fear as you approached the door, you very carefully grabbed it, slid it open and to your surprise you now faced what you had thought to be a dead body. It didn’t take long for you to realize it was the same person who had been in the middle of the fight. Looks like they won… not by much though.

All you could manage was to stare at what you thought to be a motionless body, devoid of any signs of life. But as you looked closer, continuing to stare you realized.

“They’re alive?” You shouted to literally no one. You panicked a bit, it had been a long time since you had had to work on wounds, especially on someone who seemed to be on the brink of death. You had to act and you had to act fast.

As quickly and as gently as you could, you dragged the person into your house, and sat them in a comfortable position. They groaned a bit as you moved them which was a good enough sign. You had noticed that they also had a sword with them, a katana to be precise.

Maybe they were a samurai?

You shook your head, that wasn’t important right now. Regardless of whether they were a samurai or not, they were bleeding to death and you had to stop it.

You grabbed their sword and rushed back inside, leaning it on the wall before rushing off to grab your kit of medicines that you always kept in the same area of the room if you ever needed to use it again. You had begun to work on them immediately, sewing the open wounds, serving them medicines, feeding them. It was a lot of work for some stranger who just plopped down on your doorstep suddenly.

Four days.

You had been taking care of this person for almost four full days and they didn’t seem to make any signs to signal consciousness. You feared the worst, maybe you hadn’t gotten there in time, maybe you should try a different medicine?

On the bright side, their wounds had closed properly, and seemed to be healing which made you think they were getting better they just needed more rest.

You sighed, standing up and stretching, turning away from the body that still lay fairly motionless. You tried your best and that was truly the most you could do. Although, you truly didn’t want to have to deal with someone’s death on your hands but hey, you weren’t the one fighting them so really this situation could’ve just been avoided all together.

You sat in silence thinking to yourself, paying not a singular ounce of attention to what you assumed to be a man behind you. Why would you? You thought he was unconscious.

Well she was. But now, her eyes had fluttered open, seeing your back fully turned to her. Mizu panicked, not knowing where she was, what had happened to her while she was out. The first thing she tried to look for was her sword, but it was nowhere near her, which meant she was just going to have to take you out herself.

You still hadn’t noticed that the strange man had woken up, but by the time you did, he was already in the process of knocking you over. You were caught so off guard you had no time to even grab onto anything as you fell. You hit the ground and you hit it hard. Your head smacked against the hardwood floor, the rest of your body hitting the ground with a thump, similar to that of the one you heard when you had found the strange man at your door.

You took a second before trying to get back up, only to be slammed back down once again, hands pinned to either side of your head. You gasped, it was truly all you could manage to do as you tried to process what in god's name was even happening to you. One minute you’re standing, the next you’re on the floor with the once unconscious man now straddling you like there was no tomorrow.

“Seems like you’ve healed more than I thought.” You tried to joke. You were very clearly terrified, you had no idea what this person was capable of but if they had taken out a group of men on their own you didn’t even want to begin to think what they could do to you if they saw you as a threat.

“Who are you, where am I?” He asked threateningly, still holding onto your wrists as tight as possible. It stung a bit but you couldn’t blame them for acting in such a way. Anyone would be frightened if they woke up in some strangers house without any means of defending themself.

“I’m just a healer, You’re in my house, you collapsed outside four days ago and I brought you inside to help.” You explained frantically. You hadn’t realized until just then that you had two strikingly blue eyes staring at you. Again, that wasn’t entirely important to the situation at hand but you couldn’t help but be fascinated by them.

The man’s eyes had softened slightly as he looked down at himself, his bloodstained clothes had dried but he had noticed, and felt, some stitches along his arms, and one are on his back. Once he confirmed your explanation to be true, he got off of you, not without groaning in pain a few times. The adrenaline must have kept him from initially feeling the injuries that still remained on his body.

“I gave you medicines and stitched up any injuries I could see. I didn’t feel it appropriate to try and… remove your clothing and all.” You explained, it was a true explanation but you felt embarrassed having to say it regardless.

“Thank you.” He responded quietly, his eyes seemed as if they were glued to the ground before he then looked back to you.

“I’m… sorry for reacting like that.” He apologized, his hands now resting on his lap as he sat on his knees, facing you.

“It’s fine, I’m sure anyone waking up in a strange place would’ve reacted the same way. Maybe not with as much skill.” You joked but it didn’t seem to gain any reaction from the still nameless man in front of you.

“I must get going.” He stated, readying himself to stand. You raised an eyebrow at him, truly not believing his statement. You both knew he was in no shape or form to even be walking around. The fact he had gotten up so swiftly the first time was astonishing.

“Whatever you need to do it will have to wait, you still need to rest.” You began, earning a slight glare from the man. You had never received such a glare from anyone and his blue eyes only enhanced the icy feeling he gave. It was clear he was very determined to leave and not much was going to change his mind, so you continued, “Unless you can walk out that door on your own without using anything for help.”

The door was not that far away, it was an easy walk for anyone who was uninjured. The man clearly took this as a challenge as he stood up, you alongside him in case he fell back.

“I don’t need any help.” He groaned, trying to discreetly hold the side of his torso to quiet the pain.

“Mhm, whatever you say. Just walk towards the door.” You challenged. He huffed, taking one singular step forward before immediately losing his balance and falling into you.

“That’s what I thought.”

You carefully wrapped his arm over your shoulder and helped him back over to the bed that you had laid out for him.

“You need to rest.” You ordered and clearly he was not in a strong enough state for him to argue at all.

“By the way… you never gave me your name. It would be helpful to know considering it seems like you might have to stay here for a while.”

His eyes turned to you, at this point you figured it was the only part of his body that he could move without evoking anymore pain.

He paused for a moment, clearly deep in thought on whether he should give you his name or not. He took a deep breath before responding,

“Mizu. My name is Mizu.” He shared quietly. You smiled in response, glad that he at least seemed to trust you enough to let you know his name.

“Well then Mizu, you need to rest. I’ll make some more soup for you to eat later.”

He nodded quietly before lightly shutting his eyes. You found yourself staring at the man for a bit longer than you probably should have before turning back to start making the soup for him.

Mizu had ended up staying much longer than he had initially anticipated but it turned out he was a lot more hurt than either of you realized. It took him another few days before he could get up and walk around without help, but he still clearly needed a little while longer at least for some of his bones and other injuries to heal.

“You are seriously impatient.” You groaned, watching as the man had grabbed his sword in preparation to go out training yet again.

“I need to train.” He stated plainly, as he made his way towards the door.

“Mizu, I just redid some of your stitches yesterday. You have to give it time before you go back to training or you’re going to keep reopening them.” You scolded, stirring the ladle that sat in the dish of medicine. He paid you no mind as he walked out the door, going to the exact same area in the woods he had been going to for about a week now. Practically the moment he was able to stand on his own he had insisted he was at least well enough to train, and despite your arguments, he always went out anyways. And despite your arguments, he always came back needing more stitches. You had repaired his clothing for him at some point during his stay and while he was thankful, this meant repairing your previous stitches had been a lot more difficult. Luckily the only ones that kept opening were the ones on his arms so there was no real need to have him undress.

You sighed, pouring out some of the medicine into a separate dish before getting up to occupy yourself with something else. You hadn’t had to use any of your medicinal knowledge in a long time. Most people who lived around this area didn’t usually have a need for it considering they were usually too drunk to realize they needed medical help. Sure you had knowledge but you didn't have a business for it, so you didn't exactly go out of your way to help. That being said, if someone wound up at your door needing help, your door was always open.

Not much time had passed before Mizu returned, and just like you had expected, he returned with reopened wounds.

“Is it the ones on your arm?” You asked, to which he nodded before stopping himself.

“And the one on my back.” He responded. You let out a long drawn out sigh in response. Of course, you enjoyed Mizu’s company. He may not say much, but him just being there gave you a feeling you haven't really felt before. You couldn’t exactly place it, but you enjoyed his company. That being said, you didn’t enjoy having to stitch him up all the time. This time you were not allowing him to leave until his wounds properly healed.

Luckily you wouldn’t need him to fully undress, it was just on his back after all so there was no harm in it.

“Then you get yourself situated, I’ll go get the materials.” You sighed, walking to a different room as Mizu went to sit in his usual spot. Once you returned, you were faced with Mizu’s bareback, which was unsurprisingly very toned. You couldn't help but admire his physique before you heard him say,

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to help?”

“Right.” You replied, embarrassed to have been caught staring. You quickly set your things down behind him and got yourself situated. You raised your hand, your fingers very gently tracing the outside edges of the wound which you had noticed caused Mizu to flinch.

“Sorry.” You apologized. It was just something you did in your own practice, you don’t know why but it somehow helped with you visualizing how you were going to stitch it back up. Without another word, you carefully began your procedure. Mizu had always been pretty good about not moving when it came to stitches, you assumed he had to deal with it a lot.

It didn’t take long for you to finish. You sat back, admiring your work before realizing that there was also a wound on his shoulder.

“I should probably do the one on your shoulder too but I can't reach it from back here. Do you mind turning around?” You asked which caused Mizu to hesitate. You didn’t understand why at first, you simply thought he was just going to say he could tough that one out.

“Mizu please, It could get infected if I don’t work on it.” You pleaded, to which Mizu sighed. You stared at him with a visibly confused expression before he slowly turned around to face you.

Clearly it didn't take long for you to realize why he had hesitated in the first place.

However, you paid no mind to it. You were a healer after all, you had to be able to heal all parts of the body so it was something you would’ve had to have gotten used to sooner or later.

Just as you had done before, your fingers softly traced the outside of the wound on her shoulder, earning a hiss from Mizu. You apologized again, just as you had done before. Because of the location of this wound, you unfortunately had to get a bit closer to Mizu’s face than either of you would have preferred at this point in time. You had to be able to see what you were doing of course. She simply just looked in the opposite direction, focusing on one of the paintings you had hanging on your wall.

This was probably the closest either of you had been to each other ever since you met, which to be fair by this point was not that long ago. It was also the first time in a long time either of you had been in a close proximity to… well anyone really. It was uncomfortable at first, but you both relaxed into the closeness after a few minutes.

“So, how long have you been fighting for?” You asked, trying to break the silence a bit. You two had gotten to know each other a fair amount during Mizu’s stay but to be honest, Mizu knew more about you than you did of her. She wasn’t one to really disclose many details, but she was a great listener. When she wanted to be at least

“Many years. Since I was pretty young.” She answered plainly as if she was remembering something from her past.

“Well, your training is going to have to wait.” You said, backing away having finally finished the stitches. She turned to you with a slight glare, much like the one she had given you on the day she first woke up. It was a glare that said, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I'm serious.” You said, sending a stern look back to the incredibly stubborn woman. “If you open those wounds again, good luck trying to do your back by yourself.” You shrugged, basically leaving her no choice on the matter.

“The more you rest, the faster you'll get out of here, and the faster you'll be able to get back to fighting to your heart's content.”

Mizu sighed, she knew you were right, and she knew she was only setting herself back by continuing to train in such a state. So, she silently agreed to listen to you.

“Now get dressed, your food will be ready soon.” To be honest, you both kind of forgot she was topless to begin with which was not something Mizu was expecting. She truly expected some big reaction, some sort of rejection, you kicking her to the curb, but you did none of those things. In fact you didn’t even react at all. It didn’t even occur to her that you hadn’t reacted to her eyes either. The day she woke up, she didn't realize until she was just about to fall back asleep that her glasses had been taken off. She had pinned you down and looked you dead in the eyes and instead of freaking out and calling her a monster you continued to welcome her with open arms. You didn’t even kick her out because of her wild reaction. You were so… understanding.

It was almost unnerving to her. It wasn’t a reaction she was used to so it wasn’t something she knew how to deal with. You just… accepted her like it was nothing. You just simply went back to whatever you were doing beforehand and paid no mind to her flaws. How? Why?

Even after she had gotten back into her normal clothes, her hair done up like usual, her glasses on, you treated her as if nothing had happened. You had yet to shout demon, or to call her a monster while you pushed her way. Instead, if anything, you continued to get closer to her as her stay extended.

You were getting close.

Too close.

As time had gone on, she continued to expect you to suddenly change your mind and no longer allow her company. But that day never came.

“Mizu!” You shouted upon returning home. Mizu sat in her usual place, sipping on some tea she had made not too long before you returned home.

“I saw this in the market today and I thought of you, so I figured I’d buy it. What do you think?” You asked, holding out a patterned bandana that had several different variations of blue on it. Mizu lowered her cup before she walked towards you. She looked down at it, gently taking it from your hands as she continued to stare.

How long had it been since someone had actually gone out of their way to buy something for her…

It was such a small gesture and yet she felt so touched by it. She didn’t want to, she had built walls around her heart for a reason. She didn’t want to let anyone else in out of fear of them rejecting her just as everyone else had done.

But you had already begun to chip away at that wall, piece by piece, slowly working your way into her heart and she hated it. She hated that you were getting so far, she didn’t want to let you in, she didn’t want to make that same mistake.

And yet something was telling her she could trust you. It was that same feeling she had had every other time, so why should she listen now. Why were you being so kind to her, why were you so different from all the rest, why did you not fear her?

“Do you not like it?” You asked quietly, snapping her out of her thoughts. “You don’t have to take it if you don’t like it, it didn't really cost much. I just thought of you when I saw it and I-” Before you could finish your thought, Mizu had quickly enveloped you in a tight hug. You were taken aback by this gesture, not really taking Mizu to be someone to show their appreciation through physical touch. And normally, Mizu wouldn’t be.

It had been so long since Mizu had felt a warm embrace from anyone, but she felt no other way to describe how she felt. Your arms floated above her back as you processed what was happening before you gently placed them down, accepting her embrace. You two stood there for a good while before she let go of you.

She simply muttered quietly, “Thank you.” before walking off.

You smiled as you watched her walk away, your heart pounding in your chest as the moment she began to hug you replayed in your head several times. You had to admit over the course of her stay you had begun to gain feelings for the makeshift samurai. But you knew those feelings couldn't be reciprocated. After all, she would eventually have to leave some day.

And that day finally came.

Mizu had walked into the room that morning as you prepared her usual meal, a somber look on her face as she stared at the same painting she always seemed to be intrigued by.

“What's the matter?” You asked, using the ladle to pour some of the food you had made into the dish before pushing towards her direction. Her eyes traveled down to the dish before making their way back up to you.

“It's time.” Was all she responded with, her eyes carefully watched you to gauge your reaction. Your once usual happy demeanor seemed to vanish in an instance upon hearing the news, it was almost enough to make Mizu wish she hadn’t said it. But the time had to come some day, she had business to attend to and she had already vastly overstayed her welcome.

“Oh… are you sure? You don’t have any extra wounds to stitch up that you’ve been hiding from me or… or a headache that you might need to rest off?” You asked, now standing up to meet her gaze. Clearly you were looking for an excuse for her to stay longer, but you both knew that wasn't going to happen.

“I have to leave and you know I do.” She answered, no longer looking at you. You both enjoyed each other's company over the course of her stay, but Mizu was not going to break her vow just because she simply wanted to stay with you. She had become so greedy with your attention that she had almost forgotten what she had spent so many years preparing for. She had limited time before her knowledge of the location of Fowler would become obsolete, so she needed to act fast.

“I know, but why now? Can’t you stay one more day?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer. You don’t know what you were expecting. You knew her mind couldn’t be changed. If you learned anything about Mizu it was that once her mind was set on something, she wasn’t able to be stopped.

“I’m all healed so that means it's time to go.” She responded, still not looking at you.

“Just-” You began.

“Please.” She whispered, now looking down at the ground.

“What?” You asked, not really able to make out what she had said.

“Please don't make this harder than it needs to be.” She whispered, finally looking up at you. The pain in her eyes was an emotion you had not seen before. It was one you almost felt guilty for being the cause of. You should have just helped her and let her go, but instead you got attached. You both did, and it was a mistake. You knew she would have to leave eventually, you knew nothing good could come from you gaining feelings for her, you knew it would only lead to both of you getting hurt. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Your heart made its own decisions and you had fallen for her, even if you had only known her for a few months.

“Before you go.”

You gave her a quick and gentle kiss on the cheek. You wished you could show how you felt in other ways but anything else would've hurt more. Your eyes had welled up with tears throughout your conversation but you had only just then realized it. You wiped your face as you began to back away from Mizu, giving her space to leave.

As you moved away from her though she had gently grabbed your arm forcing you to stay put. She hesitated for a moment, thinking through whatever she was about to do as you stared at her. She then pulled you back towards her, very carefully planting a kiss on your lips, one that you had both been waiting to share for quite some time. It was your last chance, so clearly Mizu wanted to make it count.

You didn’t want the kiss to end because you knew once it did that meant she would finally have to leave. Much to both of your dismay though, that time came sooner than either of you would have liked. You both released from the kiss, staring at one another before Mizu backed away from you, letting go of your arm in the process. She made her way towards your door, grabbing her sword and stood in the doorway, hesitating yet again before she fully committed to leaving.

“Mizu?” You called out to her. She paused, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder.

“You know if you ever want to come back… you can.” You offered. She gave you a very rare smile before she uttered the words,

“Thank you.”

And those were the last words she said before walking off.

As she left though, it was only then had you realized that in the place of her usual white wrapping around her neck, sat the bandana you had given her several months before.

[slowlyoats]

The Lost Boys: What does their room in the cave look like?

Marko

- I think he would have a small little alcove up on the “second”level of the cave

- It’s very small and it attached to the big opening we’re his pigeons like to hang out

- When I say small, I mean SMALL

- Like he has to sit on his butt, and scout in

- He fits comfortably though

- He built little shelves in it so he can display his trinkets

- This is also we’re he stashes his art supplies

- Dwayne calls it Marko’s “drawing spot”

- Because every time he goes up their looking for Marko

- He is listening to his Walkman, and in a deep trance, drawing

- He doesn’t have any fancy sketch books so most of the time he draws on whatever he can find

- Like napkins

- Drift wood

- Concert flyers

- Card board

- He’s room is definitely a site to see

- It’s decorated with his drawings, feathers, pieces of bright colored fabrics, basically anything that he can find around the board walk that looks cool

Paul

- he really likes to find old album covers and hang them up on his wall

- He typically finds them from dumpster diving or his friend at the record store will give him the ones that are shipped to the store broken

- I think his room is a shallow spot, where his head barely misses the ceiling when he stands up

- He is the only boy that’s room is somewhat open to the elements

- There is a small hole that he can just about stick his fist through, that faces the ocean

- I think he also has a shoe box that he keeps concert flyers in

- But only the ones he has been to, and actually liked

- It’s like a little scrap book

Dwayne

- I envision it to be a lot like how Star’s was in the movie

- You have to walk down into it, kind of like those conversations pits from the 60s you see in old magazines

- Marko likes to call it “The Pit”

- It’s a decent size, and out of all the boys most resemble an actual room

- It’s EXTREMELY MESSY

- But not in a horder type of way, its in a, if he just took the time to organize and put stuff back for once then just leaving it on the floor the room wouldn’t look half bad, type of way

- He has books and mechanic magazines everywhere

- He has a tool box

- Does he use it though?

- Maybe if he could find it

- He has mason jars filled with various nuts, screws, and bolts.

- Just think “dad basement/garage”

- There is a alcove, hidden by large rock formation towards that back of his space

- The alcove contains a small, somewhat shallow ocean pool

- Dwayne is the only one that knows about it, and he wants to keep it that way

- Out of all the boys he seems to be the cleanest

- So I think he uses this piece of ocean as his own little bathing spot

David

- I think his room would be on the first floor of the cave

- I think it would be smaller then Dwayne’s, but bigger then Paul’s

- He can fit an old recliner, and a side table in there while still having a little space to lay down in the back if he felt like it

- There is a loose rock on the right side of the wall in his room

- This is we’re he keeps his emergency stash of cigarettes, and his journal

- *audible gasp* DAVID KEEPS A JOURNAL???

- Yes and no

- He definitely doesn’t keep it after he fills it up with his thoughts

- As we all know he is a little paranoid, so whenever he finishes a journal he burns it

- I think he also has a little hook he hammered into the wall so he can hang up his jacket

- There is a deep, wide, indent into the cave wall, above the back wall of his room

- He has a trunk there that contains some extra clothing he has scavenged and some items from his past

[thebunnednun]

Salt Water

A request from the lovely @1chaerry (I love you too my pearl, MWAH!)

Non specific! Zoro x Fem! Siren! Insecure! Reader

WC: 3.2K, Warnings: Reader is sad but comforted. Body image issues, thinking you aren't enough. Extreme fluff, soft/flirty Zoro, angst and Comfort. falling asleep together. Slight predeitor and prey if you squint. Tons of flirting, slight spice,

You bite his tiddie.

1chaerry asked:

hii Angie!! how are you??

(In the fucking trenches with a broken plastic spoon and some prayers, yourself? :3)

this is literally my first time writing in someone's requests so I'mma bit hesitant, but hear me out—

(You had me at the first part. Baby you are so safe here a nuke could hit and you'd think it was a loud car outside just passing by. I'm always so happy to fill a request, ask away!)

Zoro with a reader who is someone who never had male/female romantic attention of any sort growing up and thinks that no one could really like them because of how they look, but boom! here comes this man who literally loves her like it's breathing and is flabbergasted as to why she constantly thinks he's joking around.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this trope!!! Love ya, mwah!

You ask, you shall receive!

The air smelled like salt and seaweed, the brine clinging to your skin like a second layer. 

Stretched out beneath you, the rocky shoreline, jagged and uneven, with shallow pools reflecting the sky in fractured silver patches. The tide whispered at your back, foam curling over stones before retreating, over and over—a steady rhythm that usually brought you comfort. 

Tonight, it only seemed to gnaw at the quiet ache in your chest.

You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, arms curled around them tightly. The rough texture of the stone dug into your rear, but you didn’t care. Scales shimmered faintly along your shoulders and ankles—iridescent blues and pinks muted by the moonlight. Damp strands of your hair clung to your face and neck, the salt making it heavy and coarse. Your loose tunic, faded from too many days in the sun, stuck stubbornly to your skin.

“Oi.”

You stiffened at the voice. Zoro’s voice.

He stood at the edge of the rocks, one hand resting lazily on the hilt of a sword. His kimono—dark green with gold-trimmed edges—hung loose around his shoulders, swaying slightly in the breeze. His shirt clung to him too, thin and damp from the humidity, and his hair was mossier than usual, like he’d only just woken up. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his skin—either from training or trekking out here. Maybe both.

“You’re sulking again,” he said, stepping closer. His boots crunched against the gravel, like he couldn’t be bothered to walk quietly.

“I’m not sulking,” you muttered, curling your fingers tighter around your legs. 

“I’m just... thinking.”

Zoro snorted like the very idea of you brooding made no sense. He dropped beside you, his sword hilts clinking softly as he sat. For a while, he said nothing — just let the waves and distant cries of seabirds fill the silence.

“You know,” he started, voice low, “You always do this.”

“Do what?”

“Act like no one could possibly like you.”

Your throat tightened. You forced a dry laugh. Zoro shifted, and his arm brushed against yours — solid, warm. His presence felt too real, too steady.

“Because no one would,” you said quietly. “Not really.”

“That’s stupid,” he said flatly.

You let out a short, bitter breath. “Yeah? Says you.”

“I’m serious.” His tone sharpened, like a blade unsheathing. “You think I’m wasting my time sitting out here? I could be training, or sleeping. Hell, I could be drinking.”

“I never asked you to come,” you shot back, voice cracking.

“You didn’t have to.”

His hand found yours—warm, calloused, steady. The roughness of his palm grounded you, kept you from slipping too far into your own head.

“I came because I wanted to,” he muttered.

You stared at his fingers curled around yours, half-expecting him to pull away — like this was some kind of mistake. But his grip stayed firm, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, steady strokes.

“You’re aggrivating,” you whispered.

Zoro gave a low chuckle. “Yeah, well... so are you.”

The warmth of him, the quiet weight of his arm against yours, it settled something inside you. Like the tide retreating just enough to let you breathe.

“I don’t know why you can’t see it,” Zoro added.

 “But I do. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The waves whisper against the rocks, an endless, restless sound. You stared out at the water, dark and endless, and felt the ache in your chest tighten.

“You know why no one could like me?” you said quietly. “Because I didn't belong.”

Zoro didn’t say anything, but you felt him shift beside you, like he knew better than to interrupt.

“My human family didn’t know what to do with me,” you went on, words spilling out like water over a dam. 

“They weren’t cruel... not really. But they were afraid of me. Every time my voice wavered wrong, every time I sang without meaning to—they’d flinch.” You swallowed hard, the memory still sharp. 

“Even when I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone... I was still too much.”

Your gaze dropped to your scales—those shimmering, shifting patches along your legs that no one else in your family had. Those colors were your burden. Your reminder that you didn’t belong.

“And the sirens?” 

Your voice twisted with a bitter laugh. “They were... nicer, I guess. At least they weren’t scared of me. But I didn’t grow up with them. I was just some half-blood kid who didn’t quite fit in.” You shrugged, feeling the familiar sting of it all. 

“I didn’t belong with them either.”

The words hang in the air, hollow and ugly. You aren’t sure why you were telling Zoro any of this—it wasn’t like he’d care.

“I didn’t fit anywhere,” you say softly. “I was always... just sort of there. Easier to ignore. Easier to forget. I never had friends.”

A gust of wind whips past, carrying the sharp scent of salt. The memories cling tighter than the damp air—being the kid who played alone on the shore, the one whose laughter made others uneasy, the one who was always just a little too strange.

“And then I found you guys,” you murmur. “You... Luffy... everyone.” You gave a shaky breath. “It’s the closest I’ve ever had to feeling like I belonged anywhere. But still...”

You shook your head, pulling your arms tighter around yourself. 

“I don’t know why you’re here, Zoro,” you whisper. 

“I don’t know why you’re wasting your time.”

Silence stretched between you. For a moment, all you heard was the tide pulling at the rocks.

Then Zoro’s voice cut through, low and steady.

“Because I care about you.”

You let out a sharp breath—something between a laugh and a sob.

“You keep saying that like it’s supposed to mean something.”

“It does,” Zoro said firmly. His hand squeezed yours, fingers strong and certain. “You’re acting like you’re still that kid who didn’t fit anywhere. But you’re not.” You stared down at your hands, his rough, scarred fingers tangled with yours, soft and shiny. 

“Look, I don’t care what your family thought,” Zoro went on. “And I don’t care what some random fish think, either. You’re one of us now.” His voice softened, but his grip stayed strong. “You’re part of our crew. 

“You’re part of... my life.”

You blinked hard against the burn in your eyes. 

“I just... I don’t get it,” you muttered. “Why would you want me around?”

“You’re impossible,” Zoro grumbled, like you were being deliberately difficult. “Because you’re you. Because you’re strong, and you’re stubborn, and you drive me crazy sometimes, but...”

His fingers tightened. “’m not going anywhere.”

The air felt thicker now, like you were breathing through salt and smoke. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. “You always act like I’m gonna wake up one day and change my mind,” Zoro says, his voice quieter now. 

“But I won’t.”

You don’t realize you were leaning into him until your shoulder pressed against his. His warmth feels soli, steady, and somehow more real than the ache that had followed you for so long.

“I’m still scared,” you whispered. “I know,” Zoro says. 

“I’m still here.”

He stands, offering you his hand and you take it, letting him pull you up so easily. The walk back down the mountain felt easier with Zoro beside you. The path was uneven, winding through patches of wild grass and loose stones, but he kept pace with you easily, his footsteps slow and steady. The air was cooler now, the night breeze threading through the trees and brushing against your damp skin.

“You’re quiet,” Zoro muttered.

“I’m thinking.”

“Again?” He huffed like you’d just said you were about to swim across the Grand Line. “Didn’t you get enough of that back there?” You elbowed him lightly in the side. “Not everyone naps their problems away like you.”

“Tch. You’re just jealous.”

“Of what? Your terrible sleep schedule?”

Zoro stretched his arms behind his head, letting out a long, lazy breath. “Speaking of... I’m getting tired.”

“You’re always tired,” you shot back. “That’s not news.”

“I mean it,” Zoro grunted. “I feel it... here.” He tapped his ribs, half-heartedly.

“Oh, that’s just your liver begging for mercy.”

Zoro’s head whips toward you, eyebrows raised. “What?”

You grin. “Your liver. It’s like, ‘Please, Zoro, put down the booze! I’m doing my best here!’”

“Shut up.”

The words were gruff, but his voice had softened at the edges. You let out a dramatic gasp, hand flying to your chest. “Wow! Rude, I’m telling Sanji!”

“Oh yeah?” Zoro snorted. “Go ahead. I’m not afraid of busboys.”

“Waiter,” you corrected with mock seriousness.

That earned you a rare grin—small but unmistakable—one corner of his mouth quirking upward.

“See?” Zoro said, still smiling. “This is why you’re my favorite.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, unexpected and almost embarrassing. You ducked your head, pretending to focus on the narrow path beneath your feet. By the time you reached camp, the fire had burned low — a dim orange glow flickering beneath the embers. Everyone was fast asleep, curled beneath blankets and jackets. The quiet felt fragile, like one wrong step might shatter it.

Zoro stopped near his bedroll and reached into his pack, pulling out something small — something that glinted faintly in the firelight. He didn’t say a word, just shot you a look and jerked his head toward the trees.

Curious, you followed.

The two of you walked in silence, weaving through the shadows. The air smelled like damp leaves and earth, but as you reached the edge of the trees, the scent of salt returned, stronger now, sharp and clean.

The beach stretched out before you, bathed in silver light. The waves barely whispered as they kissed the shore, gentle and calm. The sand looked soft, dappled with smooth stones and scattered shells that glistened faintly in the dark. A few lantern bugs blinked lazily in the air, their tiny sparks flickering like dying stars.

Zoro stopped a few steps ahead, turning back to face you. The moonlight caught his face, highlighting the faint scar over his eye and the sharp angle of his jaw. For a second, he just stood there, quiet and sure, like he belonged in a place like this, where the world felt still and steady.

The quiet pull of the tide fills the air, steady and soft. The sand feels cool beneath your feet, grains slipping between your toes as you stand by the water’s edge. Zoro’s still watching the horizon, his gaze distant, hands stuffed in his pockets like he’s waiting for the world to settle.

“C’mere,” he mutters.

Zoro shifts, pulling his hand free to rummage through his pack. He hesitates for a second, then pulls out something dark—fabric, neatly folded. When he holds it out, you see it better, deep, rich in color, with strong stitching along the seams. The material’s thick, sturdy, the kind you remember from your home island, woven to endure salt air and sharp winds.

You gasp, stepping closer to run your fingers over it. The fabric is smooth beneath your touch, cool and familiar.

“Where did you get this?” Your voice is breathless, awe threading through your words. “Why? How?”

“It’s just clothes,” Zoro mutters, looking away like that’ll stop you from seeing the way his ears are starting to turn red. “I just thought... you’d like it better than that ratty old tunic you keep wearing.”

Your chest swells, and before you can stop yourself, you’re launching at him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You hit him harder than you mean to—not that it matters. He’s solid as ever, but his arms instinctively catch you as you crash into him, cheek pressing against his chest. His scent—steel, salt, and something warm and unmistakably him—fills your senses. You cling tighter, practically burrowing into him.

Zoro grumbles, a low string of curses spilling from his mouth, but his hands stay put—one firm on your back, the other loosely circling your waist. His chest rises and falls beneath you, steady and sure. And then, to your surprise, he lets himself fall back—his back hitting the sand with a soft thud, you still sprawled over him.

You’re giggling now, face pressed to his collarbone. “You’re the best,” you mumble into his skin.

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro mutters. His voice is rough, but there’s no bite to it. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” He pulls back just enough to flick you square on the forehead, sharp and precise.

“Ow!” You sit up, rubbing the spot. Without thinking, you flick him right back.

Zoro snorts. 

“You wanna start something?”

Before you can answer, his hand comes down—a light, playful slap against your backside that makes you yelp and scramble upright.

“Zoro!”

“Go put it on,” he grunts, stretching an arm behind his head like he’s getting comfortable right there in the sand. “Before I change my mind.”

He doesn’t look at you when he says it — just stares up at the sky, eyes half-lidded, like he’s content to stay there all night. But there’s a faint curve to his mouth, something soft and smug.

And somehow, that makes your heart feel just a little fuller.

The morning sun creeps over the horizon, soft and golden. Warmth bleeds through your eyelids, coaxing you from sleep. The first thing you notice is the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek—Zoro’s chest, solid and warm. His arm is still slung loosely around your waist, his hand resting just above your hip. His breath brushes against your hair, slow and even.

For a moment, you just lie there, wrapped in his warmth, half-convinced the world outside doesn’t exist.

“Look who’s finally awake!”

Sanji’s voice cuts through the peace like a knife.

Your eyes snap open just in time to see him grinning down at you, arms crossed, looking far too smug.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account wweet cherry, please,” Sanji croons, eyes flicking pointedly to where Zoro’s arm is still draped around you. “I’d hate to interrupt something romantic!~”

“Yeah!” Usopp’s voice chimes in from somewhere behind him. “Didn’t know Zoro had a favorite pillow!”

You twist your head just enough to see Chopper nearby, whispering excitedly to Luffy, who’s already grinning like this is the best thing he’s seen all week. Nami’s smirking too, her face half-hidden behind her map.

“I’m so glad you didn’t drown,” Robin adds with a soft chuckle. Heat floods your face, and you instinctively move to sit up— 

But Zoro’s arm tightens just enough to keep you still.

“Don’t,” he mutters, eyes still closed. 

“Too early.”

You barely have time to process that before Zoro suddenly sits up—quick and sharp—and the group scatters like startled seagulls. Sanji curses and leaps back, Usopp practically trips over his own feet, and Luffy just laughs as if the whole thing was part of his plan.

You’re still blinking in surprise when Zoro lets out a low grunt. 

“Idiots.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, light and breathless. 

“I think you scared them.”

“Good.”

You reach for his sleeve and start brushing sand from his arm. He watches for a second, then grabs your wrist and does the same for you, a little rougher, but still careful.

“You look nice,” he mutters under his breath, like he's hoping you won’t actually hear it. “Better than that damn tunic.”

You blink up at him. “Zoro…”

“Start believing in yourself,” he says firmly, like he’s scolding you for something. “Or I’ll tell Luffy you’re worried you’re not good enough.” 

Your mouth opens, but before you can argue, Zoro’s already turning away, stretching like he didn’t just drop something heavy on your heart.

Then, just as you think the moment’s over, he peeks at you with one eye, voice quieter than before.

“I love you,” he says simply. “Now stop worrying.”

And just like that, he’s on his back, closing his eyes like nothing happened—leaving you warm, breathless, and wondering how someone so blunt can make your heart feel so full. The warmth of his words still lingers, buzzing in your chest like a flickering flame. 

It's too much—too soft, too sweet—and you don’t know what to do with it.

So you bite him.

Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to make your point—your teeth sinking into his chest just below his collarbone. His skin is warm against your lips, firm and solid like everything else about him.

“SHit!”

Zoro jolts up, hand clamping over the spot like you actually stabbed him.

“That’s for being an idiot,” you say sweetly, flashing your most innocent smile. For a second, he just stares at you, like he’s still trying to process what just happened. 

Then, slow as a cat cornering a mouse, his mouth curls into a dangerous smirk.

It’s not the lack of words that make your stomach flip — it’s how calm he looks. No barking threat, no grumbled curse. Just him sitting up with unsettling ease, rolling his shoulders like he's preparing for battle.

“Zoro…” you warn, crawling back, shifting your weight to your heels.

He stands up.

“Wait—Zoro, hang on—!”

You whirl around and bolt, sand kicking up behind you as you sprint down the beach.

“You better run!” His voice rumbles behind you, full of twisted amusement.

“I’m sorry!” you laugh breathlessly, dodging past a piece of driftwood.

“You’re not sorry yet!”

You risk a glance back—bad idea. Zoro’s already closing in, steps fast and deliberate. He’s not even running full speed yet, just pacing himself like he knows he’s going to catch you.

“Zoro, please!” You’re laughing too hard to keep up your pace, breath hitching as you stumble over your own feet. “I didn’t mean it!”

“Yeah?” He’s barely winded. “Should’ve thought about that before you bit me, dumbass.”

Farther up the beach, Brook sits comfortably in his folding chair, a delicate teacup poised between his fingers. Beside him, Franky’s stretched out on the sand, arms behind his head, half-dozing in the sun.

Brook takes a dainty sip of his tea, letting out a content sigh as you shriek in the distance.

“Ah,” he murmurs, smiling wistfully. 

“Young love...”

Franky cracks an eye open, watches Zoro chase you like a man possessed, then snorts. 

“Can’t argue with that.”

Your breath is still uneven, your chest rising and falling beneath Zoro's weight. His warmth sinks into your skin, grounding you even as your thoughts start to spiral.

“You know…” Your voice wavers, but you push through. “You’re the first person who’s ever... found me attractive.”

His brow furrows like you’ve just said something ridiculous. “Those people were blind.” He taps the side of his face. “And I’ve only got one eye now — what’s that say about them?”

You snort, but it’s short-lived. “Have you even looked at me?”

“’m lookin’ now,” he grumbles.

“No, I mean really looked.” You shift beneath him, awkward and uneasy, like you’re about to list off all your flaws. “The scales, the wild hair, the sharp teeth…” Your hand twitches in his grip as you motion toward your face. “Vertical pupils, gills, pointed ears…”

Your voice falters, but you keep going, your eyes flicking down toward your arms and legs. “The scales, the claws, the fins…”

His gaze follows your words, taking in every detail—the shimmer of your scales under the sunlight, the pointy tips of your nails, the delicate fins tracing your elbows, ankles, and waist. His eyes don’t narrow in disgust or widen in shock. He just... looks. Calm and steady.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, so casually it leaves you speechless.

“You—” You blink hard, trying to find your voice. “You’re insane.”

“I hope to get more acquainted with you, too,” he says, half-smirking now.

“Real up close and personal.”

That’s enough to snap you out of it. “Sanji!” you yell, voice carrying across the beach. “Help!”

The big tiddied one eyed bastard bites you in retaliation.

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im obsessed w how the different seasons explore different ways women can try to cope w abusive men

s5 spoilers!

beck -> hes normal! (no hes not. this is the simplest one bc the relationship is the most shallow, he was 100% masking the whole time he was with her up until the end and she was just whistling past red flags in a very typical and normal way for someone who's never been in a relationship with a habitual abuser)

love -> hes just like me! (true - BUT he's still judgmental of himself deep down and in denial about his behaviors atp, and he's a misogynist, so he'll be even more judgmental of you.)

marienne -> he has trauma like mine! (true but also what makes him unsafe bc he didn't respond to it with a real and sustained effort to recover. i do think it's worth noting that she was kinda last in first out as far as joe's gf/victims went, she was resistant to the relationship initially, ran as soon as she had evidence of serious red flags, and managed to just barely escape him bc she has gone through some substantial recovery and has reconnected the most to survival instinct, so was able to respond relatively functionally to the life or death situation he put her in)

kate -> he can choose be good for me! (he technically can but really no longer wants to - she might have recognized this if she ever paid close attention to what was happening, but she understandably chose willful blindness)

bronte -> i can fix him! (you can trap him into listening and then say the perfectly calculated thing in exactly the right way and it will be cathartic and emotional for him, but it's not a substitute for long term recovery that he has truly committed to and so there will not be any lasting change. i lovvvveee how bronte is written btw like truly such a masterful depiction of someone who WOULD be ok with joe not bc she's ok with murder but bc like beck she is in a moment of extreme personal confusion, looking for connection and identity, & does have a side of her that feels similarly to him in terms of wanting 'bad people' to suffer – but ultimately she recognizes that he is a misogynist and not interested at all in doing the right thing bc he's detached completely from caring about reality)

its just such a clever and empathetic fucking show because Of Course traumatized people want to connect with other traumatized people, of course we can and often will empathize with figures like Joe if we come from a background of trauma. I feel empathy for Joe throughout the entire show. But irl empathy will not necessarily protect you from someone who is unsafe and people cannot be saved unless they choose to save themselves. As heartbreaking as Joe's suicide attempt was (for me) to watch and as misguided as I think it was, that was his last real effort toward trying to save himself and trying to stay connected with reality and do the right thing. The self who knew deep down that hurting others was wrong was who died that day, because Joe could not separate the idea of doing wrong things from the idea of being a wrong person, and his survival skewed his reality completely bc he's a person who believes in patterns and the universe telling him things and he thought not dying meant he was being told it was all okay (bc not dying = "I'm a good person"* = everything i do is justifiable). it all comes from such a real place but the harm he does is so real too and that's the dilemma of his character. you can feel such kinship and connection with someone else and that can be very real but it is not a shield. if they don't see you as a human being and are no longer accessible to repeated reality checks, it's not your job to reach them and it can never be fully safe for you to try. and misogyny is not a sleeping curse you can wake someone up from, they have to want to work through it themselves.

*remember this is a false binary, like everyone else he was always a neutral person choosing to do bad things sometimes and good things other times

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Gojo NSFW alphabet? Pretty please.

GOJO SATORU NSFW ALPHABETS

A/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it 🥹❤️‍🔥.

Warnings 🔞⚠️: SMUT NSFW MDNI

Note : If your request isn't posted yet it's because I'm still working on them, thank you for your understanding and patience 🤍.

A= Aftercare ( How is he like after sex?)

After a rough session Gojo would treat you right. He'll spoil you. He'll get you whatever you want, snacks, water, chocolate, takeouts? Literally anything you crave. He's a giant so he will cuddle you, and you can't escape his arms.

B= Body part: ( His favorite part of your body?)

He loves every part of your body, but your thighs are his favorite. He likes to burry his head between them. He likes to pinch them, squeeze them and bite your inner thighs a lot. Your thighs both calm him and excite him depending on his mood.

C= Cum: (Where he would prefer to cum?)

Definitely your face! He finds it extremely hot and attractive. It would turn him on more and gets him hard again at the spot. Just the sight of you under him while your face drips with his cum makes him go crazy, especially if there's some on your lips and you lick it, damn he would definitely go for another session, a harder and more rough one.

D= Dirty talk:

He's so into dirty talk, like he won't shut up while you're both fucking the shit out of each other. He's very playful, so exepct a lot of teasing. He's a confident man but dirty talk boosts his confidence even more, and it makes him feel very dominant. He's rough so he would give commands and makes you do as he says.

“Oh you think you can handle me? Okay then but don't say I didn't warn you”

“Oh you're enjoying that? my little slut”

“Come on turn around now, face down”

“Feel me fucking pound it”

E= Experience: ( Is he experienced? )

He's a busy man, he works often so he doesn't have time to get into shallow relationships or even one night stands so I don't think he's very experienced, but he's rather naturally good at it. Maybe because he's confident in his body and abilities and he follows his flow so everything turns out to be perfect for him. So when he gets into a serious relationship he'll give you the best sex of your life.

F= Favorite Position:

Oh Gojo got many favorite positions and he's good at each one of them. No matter what position it is, he'll reach your G-spot and make you scream from pleasure. But if I had to mention some positions, I'd say Against the wall?! He likes it when your back hits the hard wall from how rough he's pushing his length inside you while your legs are wrapped around his torso. Also I would say missionary! He likes being on top of you while he looks at how flustered expressions and the fuck faces you make.

G= Goofy: ( Is he goofy during sex? )

Goofy like playful but definitely not vanilla. He's rough, but at the same time chill. Idk if you get it, but like he's rough in a teasing way and not the very serious way. The type that makes you both smirk.

H= Hygiene:

This man is very hygienic, he cares a lot about his appearance and cleanliness and down there as well. He makes sure he's well groomed / shaved. Also his body smells really nice, like you'd be sniffing him the whole time when he's on top of you. His scent is sweetly intoxicating. In return he prefers his partner to shave/ wax as well.

I= Intimacy:

He can be sweet if you want him to be. But most of the time he's rough. He's a man with a lot of responsibilities hanging on his shoulders, so he'd like some tough relief you know, to take everything out. And he does, when he fucks you hard. Would ask for consent first of course.

J= Jerk off:

He would masturbate very often at the thought of you. Since he's always at work, both of you won't be having a regular sex life so to relieve himself when he misses you, he sneaks somewhere and pleasures himself imagining that you're the one giving him a hand job.

K= Kink:

Moaning? your moans turn him on more and more and encourages him to fasten his pace. Your whimpers / screams / panting boosts his confidence, proving that he's fucking you right. Also he's into praise words ( receiving ), oh man just tell him that you like the way his dick slide in and out of you, just tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him that you want only his dick inside of you and see how he's gonna make you see stars.

L= Location: (His fav place to have sex)

Anywhere! But his favorites are in the shower room, pounding you against the cold wall or in the backseat of the car, he loves how the windows turn foggy after literally destroying you.

M= Motivation : (What turns him on?)

When you bend in front of him to get something. Intentional or not, it would get him instantly hard. He just loves your body so much and wants to appreciate in every way including sex

N= No: ( Something he wouldn't do)

Threesome or more are a big no no for him. He would never share you with anyone. He believes that you're his and he's yours. End of discussion.

O= Oral sex:

Of course Gojo enjoys giving head and pleasuring you but not as much as when he's the one getting it. He's a bit greedy and very egoistic so yeah he'd care a lot about his own pleasure and you have to do a great job and suck the cum out of his dick. He likes the feeling of your hands and lips around his length, while he throws his head back in satisfaction while his orgasm builds up. He likes to challenge himself, so he give you the green light till he reaches his breaking point that gets him begging for you to stop.

P= Pace:

Starts slow but then turns fast real quick. He's not worried about making you cum fast, because he'd go for many rounds and makes you cum over and over again.

Q= Quickies:

As I said Gojo is a busy man so you don't have a regular sex life, so he'd grasp the chance whenever you see each other. Even if he's seeing you for a few minutes, both of you would sneak somewhere and have a quick sex. Of course he'll make it up for you with a long ass passionate night when you have time for yourselves.

R= Risks:

I feel like Gojo is open to try new things with you, anything except involving another individual in your sex life. So by risks I mean like he might try public sex, pleasuring you under the table during an important meeting.

S= Stamina:

This man doesn't sleep, he's got a lot of energy, so he can go as long as you can handle. Does he ever get tired? no. So you better prepare yourself for a long night.

T= Toy:

I can't see him using any toys on himself or on you. When he's pleasuring you he prefers using his mouth, tongue and fingers and not toys, nothing else can fuck you expect for him. He believes that a piece of plastic won't get the job done.

U= Unfair:

Satoru is the biggest tease ever. He likes to annoy you. Sometimes, he might edge you till you start begging and pleading for him to make you cum. He's so damn good at it. And he knows how to use his teasing into making you more horny and needy for him.

V= Volume: (Is he loud?)

Satoru is so damn loud. He'd moan, groan, growl, whimper... anything. He likes how your moans harmonize together, it's like music to his ears and it pushes him to his limits. He's not shy or embarrassed, nah he wants you to hear his moans, he knows very well how it turns you on. He'd moan into your ear, also breathes heavily which is so fucking attractive. Even if you're not making love he'd occasionally moan in your ear to make you all flustered.

W= Wildcard:

Despite being a confident man, not easily offended and no one can compare to him, he's still a pretty jealous type. Even though he knows no one can get near you or compete with him or steal you away, whenever someone looks at you in a not very likable way he'd get pissed off and turns on his protective mode. If you dare to tease him and make him jealous on purpose, you already know what's waiting for you. Yep, definitely jealous sex, and if he can't contain himself till you get home then he would literally make out with you in public while everyone is watching. Gojo doesn't really give a single fuck, he'll devoure you, slip tongue, steal your breath away while he's kissing you hungry kisses.

X= X-rays:

He's a big guy so you know what to expect. Your eyes would be wide open the first time you saw him. It is indeed huge and thick, got you nervous and wondering how it would fit inside of you but it did.

Y= Yearning:

He's always ready for you to take him. Always ready for sex with you when you're in the mood of course. Due to his schedule he won't be able to be with you everyday so that accumulation of a long ass week of missing you and wanting to be inside you got him all ready and horny for when he sees you.

Z= Zzz:

Nah he won't fall asleep immediately after that. He'll pamper you first, take care of you and make sure you're comfortable and not hurt after being a total freak in bed. He'll put you to sleep and watches over you then he'll fall asleep if he managed to.

[theamberplumbob]

My Thoughts on Inzoi

I figured since my post about the whole Inzoi terms of service debacle blew up in a way that I never would have predicted, I should probably give a more nuanced explanation of my stance on the game and the discourse around it in general.

First off, I will just say right off the bat that I am not a fan of Inzoi, and unless some very big changes are made to the game, I am not interested in playing it.

I also want to make clear that my dislike of Inzoi is NOT motivated by any sort of love or loyalty to EA or The Sims. If there's one good thing to come out of Inzoi its breaking the monopoly that EA has over the life sim genera and giving The Sims competition. I also want to say that I despise EA for what it has done to the Sims franchise, and while I have played an absurd amount of hours in The Sims 4, I think it is objectively a bad product.

My biggest problem with Inzoi, first and foremost, is it's the use of AI. Inzoi allows players to use generative AI to make custom textures, designs, and paintings within the game. You may not agree with me on this but I am fully of the opinion that real artists should have been hired and paid to create all of the textures/paintings/designs for this game. Allowing players to upload their own photos and videos is one thing, but Krafton, a multi billion dollar company, chose to not support real, professional artists so they could save what is essentially pennies to them. All this results in, frankly, ugly and uncanny looking generated designs plastered all over the furniture and decor. For this reason alone I do not support Inzoi, but there's so much more to it than that.

There's also the fact that we have no idea how their AI is trained. Krafton apparently has an "AI Ethics Committee," but we have no clue what their actual code of ethics are. While it's bad faith to assume, they could be using stolen artwork for their AI. It is also very likely that whatever images you upload into the game, as well as any use of their facial scanning feature, could also be used as material to train their AI. This could lead to all sorts of ethical and legal issues I don't even know where to begin.

Secondly, I have to say, looking at the early access footage from youtubers and everything else I've heard about the game, it feels like its only going to repeat most of TS4's mistakes. In youtuber NotMalcolm's most recent video he discusses Inzoi's overly sanitized approach to various aspects of life, most notably that you can't try for a baby unless you are already married (source). Just like TS4, Inzoi is appealing to a younger demographic and sanding down the rougher aspects of life in order to cater to them. I fear that Krafton is likely taking it a step further and not only watering down the game for the sake of potential child players, but also using them as an excuse to enforcing extremely traditional values on its players. I have no interest in playing a life sim that only allows me to play out a single, socially acceptable way of living.

It also, like TS4, feels like a Young Adult Wish Fulfillment Sim™. The gameplay looks shallow, and it feels like it exists more to make aesthetic screenshots than it does to be an actual game.

I think when people say that Inzoi is missing the "quirky weirdness" of the Sims, what they actually mean is that Inzoi is devoid of personality. One thing that stuck out to me immediately is that the animations are so stiff, robotic, and lifeless. Again, everything is made to be ~*Aesthetic*~ with no regard to an actual sense of identity or personality.

I know people will say that its only in early access, but given how close public early access is to release, I highly doubt any significant changes are going to be made to improve what will be given to us when the time comes.

On a similar note, there's the fact that Krafton has never made a game before now that hasn't been riddled with micro transactions. I personally predict that Inzoi's monetization strategy will be just as, if not more predatory than TS4's is. The fact that we are drawing so close to public early access and have not heard a single word on their method of monetization speaks volumes. I simply do not trust it.

Now, of course, I need to elaborate on the whole Terms of Service Situation. I understand fully that Krafton's terms of service is industry standard and not too dissimilar to EAs, however, this post highlights that whats really concerning about Krafton's ToS is how difficult and confusing it is for players to access and review it. I find it understandable that Krafton's proud use of AI makes people a lot more nervous as to what their data could potentially be used for, and are going to be a lot more weary of Inzoi's ToS. Though I understand that it is only speculation, many have made the assumption that Krafton may use user's personal data to train AI.

I did not expect my post on the subject to make so much traction, and I now regret how impulsively I made the post. I feel I've contributed to fear mongering, even though I feel my concerns at the time were valid and I felt like people had the right to know. I could have done more research and given more of an explanation for what my concerns were instead of basically saying "Yikes..." and leaving it at that.

I was also told through an anonymous ask that the auto accepting of the ToS on closing the game was a bug that had apparently been fixed the first day the character creation trial was available. I of course cannot verify this myself, but I will take them on good faith.

I would also like to touch on two other talking points that have been very prevalent in the Inzoi discourse:

Diversity - I think this links back to my previous point about the game's goal of being as ~*aesthetic*~ (and marketable) as possible at the detriment of everything else. The game is clearly catering to a very specific, very pale and thin standard of Korean beauty, and I think that everything that doesn't conform to that standard was sidelined as a result. I will be fair and say that the Inzoi team still has ample opportunity to fix this and add more options over time. TS4 was also severely lacking on release, but over the years has made great strides in regards to representation. However I would have hoped that Inzoi, a game planning to release in early access in 2024, would do a lot better than a game that was initially released in 2014.

Partnership with Curseforge - I've seen many people accuse critics of Inzoi's partnership with Curseforge of being hypocritical, since TS4 also has a partnership with them. Of course, one would have to ignore the massive, community wide boycott of Curseforge, and the pressure the community has put on CC creators to stop using the platform for that claim to hold any water. I also think there is a notable difference in EA choosing to partner with Curseforge before the Israel/Palestine conflict began, and Krafton actively choosing to partner with Curseforge now, during an active genocide taking place, in which Curseforge's parent company, Overwolf, actively advocates for and donates to those committing said genocide.

In conclusion, there are a lot of valid reasons to not like/be suspicious of Inzoi. Of course I can't tell you what to do or what games you play, nor can I force you to agree with me, but don't be so quick to write off or demonize those who are simply trying to raise awareness or drawing boundaries regarding Inzoi and those who choose to make content with it.

I also encourage you to consider the points I've made and maybe think twice before investing yourself in yet another game that will very likely exploit your attachment to it in the very same way that EA and the Sims has. You need to make them deserve your time and money, which is why I'm encouraging you to advocate for a better and more ethical game.

You deserve better. We all do.

[the-monkeies-girl]

So Far From Home. ( Caesar x Human!Reader Oneshot. )

My brain after watching Dawn: I'm in a glass case of emotion

Title: So Far From Home. Fandom: ( Dawn of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: T ( Mentions of injury, blood, death. ) Pairing: Heavily Implied - Caesar x Human! Reader. Words: 4.2K+ Summary: You had been with the Apes now for a year. Koba has sparked the rebellion, many Apes believing Caesar to be dead. He wasn't, and in one moment of vulnerability, he opens up to you about his past.

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Ellie had told you to not worry about the shallowness of his breathing, it was normal considering the extent of the damage the bullet did to his shoulder, the nature of infection slowly coming to terms along his body that occasionally trembled as if he were cold. Tightly knitting yourself into a ball on the floor next to the Ape King, you found that plausible. You were incredibly cold, your extremities felt like they were going to break into small pieces, they felt brittle. It was the rainy season once again and the dampness of the jacket you were wearing was doing nothing to help your situation as your eyes rested on the Ape next to you.

Even injured and in the throes of unconsciousness, he didn't lose the roughness of his brows. Always so intimidating and you longed to place your fingers against it to see if it would selfishly soften against your touch. Your fingers flickered at the thought as you brought your face down and kissed your forearm gently, secluding the lower half of your face behind your knees so your eyes were only visible as you kept watch.

The rise and then slow fall of his chest as Caesar was propped against the arm of the couch, accompanied by a pillow for comfort was rhythmic but there were a few times where it appeared he stopped breathing and panic would wash down you before you remembered what Ellie had told you. You tried to say it again and again. His breathing was going to be shallow, maybe even stagnant at points as his body was trying to heal itself with the very minimal use of antibiotics that Ellie had available in her satchel that Malcolm had to sneak into the Colony to acquire. He was injured beyond belief, especially for an Ape, and after laying in a shocked state on the floor of the Muir Woods in complete and drenched rain, silence and bitter chill, it was remarkably brutal when you had stumbled upon him. 

The cry you left out, pushing right past Alexander,  your knees skidding against the ground to the point where your cargo pants ripped, as you wanted to grasp at him immediately but you were pulled back by Malcolm once it was seen by him and Ellie that Caesar was heavily injured, cusping at the brink of death.

The stagger he had as you, Malcolm and Alexander pulled him to his feet, his head lulling towards your own and resting against the side as you held a good portion of his weight, trailing through the woods to the Land Cruiser and placing him in the back gently. His words… always so entrancing to you telling what actually happened. Koba, you had a feeling, was behind it and it all became vividly known once Caesar corrected Ellie who had made the assumption that the rebellion was caused by Humans. You looked at your hands pensively for a moment, uncoiling yourself from your crouched state. It was like you could still see his blood lingering on your digits and it made you uncomfortable to think about. 

It was always a thought that the Humans, at least the three you had gotten to know alongside Caesar, would find your attachment to him unnatural. Untethered and inhuman. It was a tightrope you walked on after they had seen a Human amongst the Apes, but you had explained the situation rather precariously through the time you spent helping them with the dam. Never mates, you were explicit in that despite the underlying want to get there, but you owed Caesar your life for offering you refuge when you were found, starved to death. It was true, what some people said; if the Flu did not kill you, your ability to survive on basic necessities was going to become the forefront on whether or not you could stave death off. They held judgment though when you talked about it, and for that, you were forever grateful. It came to a mutual agreement of ‘you need to do what you need to do to survive in these times’ and it was very seldom brought up again. 

You thought that you were going to need to explain your visceral response to seeing Caesar getting shot, to seeing him fall off the cliff edge, let alone the reaction seen in front of them all when you found his shell-shocked body but they never brought it up, even when you crawled into the back with Ellie as she worked nimbly to help the bleeding, your hands coming to grasp at Caesar’s head and hold it tenderly. It was hard to ignore the fact that he let you touch him so intimately, so closely and the flickering of your eyes between his own gaze told Ellie what she needed to know. But once again, never brought up again and you were once again, grateful to not have to dive into the aspects of the relationship you had with the King of Apes.

It… didn't seem all that comfortable to you as you looked at him, how his body was laying, but you supposed having been through what he just went through, anything but the cold floor of the woods would be better. You knew you were sitting in a small pile of mud from Blue Eyes’ feet standing here previously and he had just departed about fifteen minutes ago to rally those who still supported Caesar, as instructed by Caesar who had a great moment of lucidity before he tumbled into another dreamless fit of sleep. You were left to watch him - by choice, not by force. On the other side of the living room, you figured it might have been a dining room at one time, laid Ellie, Malcolm and Alexander, wound against each other with their blankets. You were envious of that - the warmth they must have felt as you let your eyes fall down to the wound on Caesar’s muscular chest.

It was hard to see in the dim light that was seeping in through the window and the shallow light of a broken lamp in the corner. His fur was so dark that the blood was ultimately undetectable unless you were really looking for it, some of his fur clumping together with the wetness. It was not as bad as it had been, at least you had that small dabble of optimism to cling to as you surveyed your surroundings for the first time, having been previously occupied helping Ellie with Caesar. 

You had not been inside of an actual house in years, you tried to focus on something else other than Caesar’s breathing. Something that would take the edge off as you were now waiting for Blue Eyes to return with the rally. Across the bay, they were heavily rummaged through after the Flu wiped out most of the population, and in a bid to not get shot by another Human, you strayed away from them and focused your attention more on abandoned camps and Colonies that were spread around the area. 

Your eyes turned for a second so you could look at the room you were in. The couch Caesar was against was bright orange and set into a frame of dark wood, explicitly noticeable given the low light you found yourself wrapped in. Trailing your fingers along the wood, you marveled at how smooth it was under touch and smiled dimly. There were shattered photographs lining along the baseboards, scattered like memories as they fell from the wall onto the ground. Grunting quietly, you lifted your body in an attempt to stave sleep off. It felt like you were trapped outside of your body, outside looking in and your feet trailed you around. There were no evident indications on your first sweep of the room of whose home this was, what kind of life they lived other than an abandoned piano across from where Caesar was laying. He brought you here though, a space of solace as Koba began to wage war on the Colony near the mouth of the Golden Gate Bridge. A place where… He was able to tell Malcolm where to drive like he had just been here the day before. The pictures you had seen decrepit on the floor, surrounded by shards of glass from the picture frame colliding with the ground and dust. You squinted and dropped your body into a squat as you reached for one of the frames. 

Picking it up carefully, you shook the glass right out of the frame and dabbled the picture right out of the wood, holding it bare against your fingers. Swiping along it with your middle and pointer finger, the dust cleared away and you studied it intently.  Three humans, you smiled at them in the photograph like they were smiling at you and not frozen in the endless vortex of time. Two men, one older, one younger and a female. A melancholic feeling hit your chest when you drifted your fingers over the young man and woman.  You traced their faces with a gentle touch, wiping the dust away in the process. It felt like years since you had seen a genuine smile like theirs, like that of the young man in the picture. Since you had seen undiluted love like how the woman looked at him, and pure bond like the older man displayed to who you presumed to be his son. It had been years since you had seen these expressions within Humans, but you were reminded of the Apes.

How closely Caesar held Blue Eyes, brows kissing each other.

How, in rare moments of vulnerability, Caesar told you about Cornelia, about the shortened time they had together. 

Your fingers lingered on the woman in the picture. 

How you looked at Caesar, with such awe and wonder.

A moment captured for you to look at years later and feel painstakingly yearning. They remained captured in pictures. Forever immortalized until they faded into oblivion.

A shot of electricity went down your spine at the call of your name from a deep baritone, rounded with seeped deep agony. Quickly, you wiped your eyes of their budding tears and moved towards the Ape who had called your name, clutching the picture tightly to your chest. “Caesar.” You gasped out and bent to crouch near him so you were able to look at him eye to eye. 

Heart sinking a bit in your chest at the state his face appeared to be in, so tired and forlorn with betrayal, his wrinkles seemed as prominent as ever as the lovely nature of his hazel eyes bore right into yours, reddened around the edges. “Blue Eyes isn’t back yet,” You started, figuring that’s where the conversation was going to go either way. “You--- You should rest,” The voice you were using was nothing more than a whisper, your eyes flickering for a moment to the entry point on his shoulder and then back to meet his gaze. “Ellie said resting was the best thing for you to do---” “Do… not feel... like resting.” Caesar said through gritted teeth and pensively shut his eyes for a few seconds, and when he reopened them, they were fixated on the ceiling above with a sparkle of what you would describe as being familiar like he had been here before. With a wash of air against you, Caesar propped his body up further so he was sitting up rather than laying stagnantly. At least he was able to support his body weight, you thought and inadvertently reached forward to help him, but shook off your attempt once he looked at you again with an intent glance. Shuffling around a bit, you realized that Caesar sat up so you could sit down next to him, giving enough room on the ledge of the couch for you to rest somewhat comfortably against his legs. Resting the picture you had in your hands in your lap, you raised your hand and lightly let your fingertips float above his wound. Never actually making contact with it, but you were so near to him that Caesar’s body tensed in anticipation of you actually making contact. “What… What happened?” “Koba… Started this… I must end it… Before it is too late…” He muttered to you and looked at the photograph in your lap for a few seconds too long, an oddly reminiscent sensation taking hold of the Ape King’s chest and swelling it with the uncomfortable notion that you had deduced where you were before he had the opportunity to tell you himself. But, from your lack of questioning regarding the matter, that did not seem to be the case. Caesar drew a raggedly breath in, squeezing his eyes shut as a splash of fire radiated along his chest, across his entire pectoral region despite the wound being on his left shoulder. It had already begun, the war itself. There was nothing that Caesar could do now to stop it, even Caesar had to know that despite his best efforts to presume that it was not a logical possibility.

Still, he moved, still he preserved and survived, sending his son to gather the troops that were as loyal as ever to their King with a plan and what you hoped to be a successful execution. The support he got from his child, from the Apes who refused to follow Koba into battle, was remarkable, and just seeing the respect he garnered by simply walking into a room always left you breathless. That kind of support that humanity lost throughout the years and it was only peppered amongst the bigger colonies and camps, and no doubt, it was going to get worse once they allied against another enemy. He was in pain, surely, but knowing him, you knew he was going to push past it for the sake of the Apes and their rights to freedom. 

“Never wanted… to come back here…” He gestured vaguely, eyes blurring out of focus for a second, moving his uninjured shoulder a bit to bring your attention to the room you were in, “This place…” His voice was hitting in a deeply rich tone, coming straight from his chest and bubbled shamelessly around you. No matter what he said, no matter how it was directed at you, you would always find yourself listening and yearning for more. 

“You know this place…?” Of course he did, you thought to yourself. He just said that! Tightening your grip on the photograph in your hands, you clenched your jaw at his meager head nod, the question you had asked was rebudent and did not need a verbal confirmation. “Wh--- Where are we?” “In the city,” He grunted softly, looking at the photograph in your hands again. This time, you caught the minor movement and flipped it over gently so he could see what was actually printed on the other side. Caesar only glanced at it a moment before preemptively moving his eyes to an indirect source on the wall to the left. “A place… from another time…” 

He moved next to you again, this time urging you to move as well as his legs hit against your back. You drifted to your feet slowly and watched as he placed his feet onto the ground and hoisted his torso up with a sweeping movement. “Come,” He was suddenly standing, and you went to grab him before he tumbled straight back down. Caesar only held up a hand, telling you to stop and that he was more than capable of moving now. He better have been, knowing where he was going once Blue Eyes returned. “I… will show you…”

Silence hit the two of you like a blanket as he stepped forward, bracing his entire weight on one foot first to see if he was okay to proceed. Nodding to himself, Caesar assessed and began trailing towards the stairs, and upwards. It was obvious from the gait of his walk and how he was holding himself with one arm that the pain was eradicating all his other senses, and yet… He still moved, determined almost.  On the landing, your eyes caught focus of the books that were strewn about the built in bookcases lining the wall. All the good material was taken, a few encyclopedias and music books remaining now. 

Then, to the right. You had your suspensions, but now? Confidence beamed inside of your head that your intuition was correct, that Caesar had vast knowledge of this home, where to go, where things may have been hidden. In his bloodied state, he gestured you up the ladder towards the attic, and with a contemplative stare at him, his unequivocal, you succumbed and moved upwards, Caesar right behind you.

With a small ‘thud’ of your feet against the wooden floor, you scooted to the side for the Ape behind you to come to rest his feet on the floor. Rest, he did not though. There was a wash of familiarity on his face as he looked into the room, bending his head down enough to get in from under the beam that had fallen from the ceiling. He had resumed his regular movements, broad, intimidating, but his expression was beyond that and seeped at you intense vulnerability. 

Swallowing gently, you followed him, almost like you were in a dream like state. This… place… You looked at the gymnastic-like set up, chains holding onto loops, one chain dangling, holding a weight at the end, only a few inches off the ground that Caesar grasped into his powerful hand and shifted to the left and watched it in a hypnotic state as it moved back towards him. There was a chess-board, or at least, that’s what it appeared to be as you moved towards the bed, lightly placing your fingers against a pawn as Caesar’s attention was captured by a cam-corder sitting on the desk. Almost hesitantly, he picked it up and analyzed it as he so often did with human technology in his possession. 

“This was,” The screen flashed blue against his already stark features, illuminating it just enough for you to see the flood of what had to be tears right under his eyes. “My home.” 

Mouth agape now at that confession, you suddenly had so much to ask but so little came out as he finnicked around the cam-corder, unplugging it with one hand as he moved towards the bed to finally rest. Much needed, he thought to himself and shut his eyes as his body weight fell onto the mattress. Rounding the iron framing of the twin bed, you felt heavy next to him. His… home? This place? This house? You knew that he lived with Humans, that he had been raised by them, but you had no idea the extent. In your mind, you could see the photograph ingrained on your eyelids, despite it being tucked away in your back pocket for safe keeping. No reason to keep it, you just felt a pull to. 

Caesar, Caesar, look. 

At the sound of a human, you instinctively kicked yourself out of your inner thoughts and realized that the Ape had begun playing whatever was recorded on the device he had intense interest in. 

Apple.

Apple.

Good!Fixation was heavy on the small screen as you both watched it. The man… The same one from the photograph in your pocket and… Widening your eyes in shock, seeing the all encompassing scar on his chest, your mouth felt dry all of a sudden when you came to the candance that you were seeing Caesar… Young… incredibly so, he was so small, the innocence that lingered in his gaze as he looked at the Human showing him sign, the reminiscent stare he now had at the screen. It was flooding back, wave after wave, knowing that Chimpanzee’s couldn’t swim and he’d be brutally swept up in them. Home.  Gently said.

Home. A bit more sternly.

Home. Adamantly. 

You were glad to have a voice to the face. 

Yes. He chuckled and that prickled at your ears. The sound of a Human laughing, and it must have evoked something to Caesar as he huffed in response to seeing himself younger, reaching out with one of his arms to grasp at the man. This is your home. Your home. 

Good, good… That’s good.

The screen flashed a vibrant blue right as the young Caesar had gone to embrace the man, three small beeps coming to the device. That’s all that was on there. Introspectively, the camera was shut, the screen no longer giving any illumination against Caesar’s face as it rested lightly on the bed beside him. 

“Was that…” Your voice came out remarkably quiet and timid, not quite sure if it was appropriate to speak, “That man, was he…?” “A… good man.” You looked at the recorder and then trailed your gaze up Caesar’s body. He wasn’t closing himself off like he often did when you’d bring up the past, about personal details. Your eyes met, and in the soft moonlight that came through the window, you moved towards him, one step… two… And suddenly, you were right in front of him, between the legs he had open for balance as he sat. His eyes rested on your mild collarbone for a few seconds, admiring the gentle nature of your breathing before he shut them and you were no longer able to drown in the color you had come to adore. 

“He raised you.” Nothing more than a peep, Caesar reacted to that with semi-tightened shoulders and a curt nod of the head. “What was… his name?” His jaw moved unexpectedly, dancing forwards and backwards in deep contemplation as his teeth gilded against each other. Caesar had known you were going to ask, but he hadn’t expected the video, he hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to answer, to just say a simple name. So difficult to see him again, to hear his voice, to see himself before the Rise, and before he stepped until weighted down power and responsibilities.

He felt so torn; the knowledge that he would not be there in front of you without the downfall of them. The resistance he had all these years not to think about them, not to remember them as individuals, but as a whole. Humans. But you… were human, and you were not a whole to Caesar. You were an individual, he’d consider you an equal in knowledge and understanding, and if he had been thinking in all logical and illogical perspectives, you would be equal in other, more satisfyingly quipped ways.

Maybe, he told himself with a blur of his eyes as he tried to focus on you in front of him, maybe if this ended and he defeated Koba, and if he found a solemn and safe place for the Apes to go to, he’d change that if you were willing to accept. 

“Will,” Caesar finally spoke and you felt your breath exhale at that, you hadn’t even noticed you were holding it in. “And… the others,” Unexpectedly, he reached around and tugged the photograph from your back pocket. The fact that he knew it was there shouted at you that he was always paying attention to even the smallest movements, as you had shoved it into your pocket quickly when he stood up earlier. “Caroline,” His thick finger pointed at the woman, then swept to the old man, “Charles.” You looked at them and traced their faces. Will, Caroline and Charles… Caesar’s family before he… Gently, you folded the photograph up as you grasped it from him. He did not protest, but looked up at you with sunken eyes. “I-I’m sorry, I never should have…” “They… were good,” Caesar chided and scooted over for you to sit down next to him. Enjoying the sensation of the bed dipping in as you dropped next to him, he continued in a rumbling voice, quite enough that you wouldn’t wake the others downstairs, “Reason why… I… choose to believe… in the good… in you.” You knew that he was talking in broadened terms, that he did not mean explicitly you. But, it was taken that way, and you figured that Caesar was intuitive to know how his words were going to come across once they fell on your ears. How his glances at you were going to be interpreted. “You miss them.” 

That wasn’t a question, it was a fact. An irrefutable one as Caesar drew his gaze into your own, deeper than the ocean and intense that it took the breath right out of your lungs and you felt like you were scrabbling for air. Wrapped up again in silence, you found your eyes lightly dancing between his own, and you were so near, you could smell the irony nature of the blood that was clinging to his fur, feeling his hot breath against his face as his mouth fell open. Caesar didn't feel the need to say anything from that, making his answer evident enough by bringing you into the room he once called his own. 

‘I do not dwell on them.’ He signed at you, almost like he was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t telling you a lie, that it was the truth, that he did not dwell, or think about them, late at night by himself. Caesar tilted his head to the side wearily. He couldn’t even bring himself to say it verbally. ‘Pointless,’ your eyes watched his fingers and hands move, ‘To live in the past..’

“Not pointless to forget, though.” Muttering softly, Caesar watched your lips form the words with deep intent. “We… can’t live in the future without remembering our past.”