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hinderr · 3 months

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i miss wren farvo btw do you have like . any lore about him before nature/nurture happened? like what was he like when he was a kid and where did he live and how was his relationship with samirah and who was his buire, etc etc i wanna know 👀

OLLYYYYYYY if there's anyone i can trust to be a wren farvo enjoyer ik it's you fr fr. funnily enough there actually used to be a wren-centric nurture chapter that like, explored exactly his lore lmao. the chapter involved themes I wasn't ready to write about however (like, I realised I wasn't the right person/didnt have enough experience with them) so I scrapped that chapter in the end. i can give you the lore aspects though! (cut off because, long as fuck)

(also this will make sense in the further context of the post, but I didn't feel comfortable putting these links under the readmore lmao)

palestine masterlist by palipunk

fundraiser for Yousef, a photojournalist in Gaza

esims!! they need those!! help them out

basically though the rundown was that; wren was adopted by his buir at a young age, after the Purge (young enough that he doesn't remember his previous life, not that he particularly cares to look). also, Wren doesn't remember this, but he was actually adopted first before Samirah (Samirah was older, and thus ended being the older sister anyway) (Samirah also doesn't bother reminding Wren about this, if only to avoid his gloating)

the two only had the one parent, the sole survivor of the Farvo clan after the Purge. It, obviously, left their parent in...a state. i never went around to properly naming their parent, since in the chapter Wren only ever called them 'Buir'. then again given the fact that they were living with a covert back then, the atriarch of clan Farvo probably didn't give their name out anyway.

oh yeah okay so; in the nature/nurture verse, after the Purge, Din's covert wasn't the only covert out there. survivors splintered off into many, many small coverts, most of them isolated from one another and thinking they were the only ones. at most, one covert would be aware of one other covert that survived (and usually, to the best of their ability, try to merge coverts to reassemble their numbers). each covert had a different approach to making through the galaxy, particularly Wren's covert not instilling the 'dont take your helmet off' rule

the themes that i mentioned the chapter having was basically; what it'd be like, growing up as a child of a dead people, and what it'd be like when your parent is a survivor of a genocide. how that'd affect them, and affect you and your family, and how hard it'd be to connect to a culture and a community that was ripped brutally out of your hands before you could even speak. wren farvo, essentially, grew up in a graveyard, with his parent haunted by the ghosts of a family he never got to meet, mourning for a home he never got to see. that Wren was essentially a genocide survivor himself, and how he'd struggle to come to terms with his identity as a Mandalorian when it seems the entire galaxy wants him dead

then I started writing the chapter, realised how similar it was to the very real Palestinian genocide going on right now, and proper realised the depth and weight and importance of how I was going to convey this story. i tried my best for a couple passages, but eventually though i realised that, as of now, it's better if I just...don't. not yet, at the very least. regrettably Im not the best person to write about this, i just don't know enough, and i wasn't going to take a bite out of something i couldn't chew so, whoops! into the deleted scenes doc they go. maybe one day I'll pick it up again

back to Wren Farvo lore however !! his parent passed in the way many mandalorians pass during those times, having caught off guard and alone by a group of one too many beskar-hungry thieves. it was a pretty dark and awful time for the Farvo clan, but they thankfully had the rest of the covert to keep them going. Samirah became matriarch of the Farvos, and Wren became the lighthearted grounding force that balanced out her seriousness. they kept each other in check, one from sinking into the burdens of responsibility and duty, and the other from a recklessness that would eventually kill him. when Samirah adopted Jeliaya, it only brought them closer together, jeliaya basically being a promise for the clan's continued existence

as this is all happening, wren's covert had managed to meet with Din's old covert (Din himself not being around, still searching for the kid). together, and with Bo-Katan's crew after a while, they banded and started searching for more survivors. the heads of the coverts (+ bo) eventually realised how easily dwarf planets flew under nearly every radar. then they found the dwarf planet where they settled and struck peace with the locals. for about a decade they settled in, digging tunnels of their own and carving out spaces for themselves in the planet itself. Wren stayed close with his sister and his niece the entire time, having no reason to be anywhere else

but being able to live on that dwarf planet, though - being able to walk out in the sun in relative peace definitely did wonders for everyone's mental health. for the first time they had a planet again, however small. Samirah's work thrived, especially when she started communicating with the local doctors. Jeliaya grew healthy and at peace, her safety mostly assured. Wren did...Wren things, helping out everywhere he could

a lot of that involved him being part of the force that stood against the Dark Troopers; Wren was one of the first few that devised defensive plans, figured out their weaknesses, convincing the Armourer(s) that beskar weapons were, against this enemy, quite necessary since it's one of the few materials that can tear through the Dark Trooper's armour (which is why she never made Din melt down his spear in this 'verse. that, and also I'm a beskar-spear enjoyer at heart). one such mission brought him and his sister to this Imperial fort, where they met Din for the first time!!

meeting Din, Wren's first immediate thought is 'woah, this guy's fucked' and after learning that he's still looking for the kid he lost about 7-8 years ago, came up with the nickname "Or'trikar". for the grief that he exuded like a physical aura, and for the tightness of Wren's own chest whenever he so much as looked at him. Wren and Din grew closer, mostly due to Wren being...Wren and generally clingy to the people he's trying to impress. it works on Din, who ended up viewing Wren as a younger brother

Din definitely wouldn't think so, but to the Farvos it's obvious that for that time, Din was practically one of them. An honourary Farvo, if nothing else. he was practically Jeliaya's second uncle, and he came around to the Farvo residence pretty often, thanks to Wren refusing to let the guy stew in his own room and his own or'trikar

about two years pass, and Wren and Din get paired together to find the source of all those Dark Troopers, and to scout out how to cut the production off at its root. they find the biggest, freshest clue they've had in all their years and Wren, antsy and excited, decided to go on a solo hunt to burn off steam instead of going home. Din pointed him in the direction of where he last left the Razor Crest, and Wren found it (neglected, dusty, but still usable; something something, nothing grand, just a means to an end) and used it to fly around for a bit

unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) the tracker that Gideon put on that ship was still there, and still active. Wren ends up being captured and thrown into an Imperial prison, where he meets this strange kid through the vents who insists on calling himself Asset

and then the rest is history

#i like how long this got lmfao also by the time I finished writing this I sorta sat back and went 'hm. is wren farvo like. palestinian'#ily ollyyy hope youre doing well!! mwahmwah #christ i just scrolled up. ough those are so many words. whoops #study on nature and nurture #hinderr asks #apollos-olives #olly !!#by the way definitely go check out those links I posted ☝️☝️☝️ if you're affected by fictional star war characters' plight then you oughtta #be doubly so by the real people going through real fucked up shit #that said also; if you're somehow reading this AND a zionist I hope you know Wren Farvo hates you #the mandalorian #edit: OH. WREN FARVO IS ONE OF THE FEW CHARACTERS I MAKE THAT DIDNT HAVE FUCKING DADDY ISSUES. maybe there's hope for me after all lmao #(burcyan doesn't count. burcyan has daddy issues. in a sense)#(<- should really finish that fucking chapter ough)

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starburstchoir · 1 year

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Hi as someone whos played Dragon Raja for a good amount of time (but not really much anymore whoops) i can tell you what features are the same or very similiar in Life Makeover for people who might have not played.

The housing feature. Both games feature pretty much the same housing mechanic where you can even build your house from scratch and visit friends. Tho the food mechanic is different bc i don't remember being able to eat at home (no baths either) but there is a hunger mechanic in dragon raja where you get boosts for eating and lose the ability to dash when hungry (theres also a chef job there so anyone who takes it can make their own food or give it to others)

In fact a lot of the furniture items are the exact same (theres a rug you can unlock that i also have in my dragon raja home)

The ability to repair furniture either urself or with a service and having players as i think a butler? Doesnt exist in LM like it does in DR tho i think they are introducing a roommate feature or something?

Character Customization - now its been a hot second since i touched Dragon Raja's character maker so i dont remember every feature but the two different types of gorl u can pick is the exact same....they just took out the male player option youd get in dragon raja (but dont let that stop you, i see you and i suppoet u keep going) also this is probably why pointy ears exist u can do it in dragon raja too

Guild costs real money to make....yes if you wanted to make your own guild it costs real money. I did this in Dragon Raja TWICE! i was used to being able to have a guild of just me and my gf and maybe a friend in other mmos that the auto combine and disbanding if under performing was new to me and our guild got merged with a random one....

I cant say for sure if this carried over bc i joined the first english guild i could get into

Auto joining guilds! Yup this happens in both! If you see a guild you want to apply to or know the name apply fast! Or get used to leaving guilds until you can join or make your own....

Weird translations and unmatching subs.....you get used to it....i feel like it was worse in dragon raja this seems to plague a lot of mobile games anyway

Dyeing system! Id say its MUCH better here where in DR you not only need the special currency for dyeing things the colors you unlocked were always random so youd have to keep going.....while you do unlock one random palette on extending in LM you're still free to unlock as much as u want (and its not one color per either)

Lots and lots of currencies and such....yup....at least theres not a lot of stuff taking up invo space you have to manage

The crane machine

If i missed anything feel free to add

#life makeover #text

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anoceaninthesun · 2 years

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Hi ocean! I loved the new chapter. I almost thought shinta would become Sakura's summon. That would make it easier for her to be accepted into the uchiha🤭. And Izuna going wild was just🤩🤩🤩👌. I always see him as a softy(i love that) but i really like this side of him too. Sakura being pampered by the girls was so sweet. I couldn't wait to see how the guys would react seeing her all made up. I hope madara don't go overboard😉. You're such wonderful writer. I sometimes wish i could see ASiT as an anime😊.

Take care😘😘

I missed this ask until now, whoops. Thanks for the praise.

As for Shinta, nah, Sakura has her hands full with the mujina, who are also clingy, jealous little creatures. Sakura’s journey to be eventually accepted into the Uchiha clan has only just began haha she’s on good terms with Naoko, Madara, Izuna, even Kagami. But the older members might not be as quick to embrace her. Izuna did turn into a soft guy the more the story developed. He could have been anyone but well, his more sensible personality often balances out Madara’s wild one. That being said, he is an Uchiha through and through, and I feel they all have the capacity to go feral when pushed in the right way.

I do like Sakura having friendships with people outside of the love interests and don’t want to neglect those or cast them to the side. Technically, they have seen her dressed formally before she met the clan heads waaaay back when she hadn’t been in the past for that long. This is the return of that Sakura but just for a different occasion. Madara is…well….maybe he’ll surprise us all.

An anime! Based on my fic? Well I can’t say I wouldn’t be interested in watching. 😆 I would love to see the animation of some of the big fight scenes that have happened so far, Sakura’s new powers, and all that good stuff. But I also think characters like Izuna who hardly get to appear at all in canon being given extensive screen time would be a real treat. Characters like Toka too, for that matter! Then there are my OCs…hmm yeah dont get me started! Lol

#a stitch in time #anon ask #thanks this was sweet

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princesstokyomoon · 2 years

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I WAS TAGGED BY @witchy--mama A LIL WHILE BACK

I DIDNT FORGET ABOUT THIS I SWEAR JUST EVERY TIME I REMEMBERED I WAS ALREADY IN BED FGJFHG WHOOPS

Relationship status: I has girlfrien!

Somehow! Despite my Ridculously high levels of trust and commitment issues! :D And it has NOT yet fallen apart despite my Debilitating fear of intimacy! I am VERY grateful for how fuckin patient she is with me and I do NOT understand how on EARTH I managed to get her to like me, but I will take it!

Favorite Color: Pink and Red! both are Perfect uwu

Favorite Food: uhhhhhh...... logically thinkin about it, I think the only answers i CAN give are pasta, chicken nuggets, and salmon. not combined of course. well... actually no im ngl, that sounds like itd slap. just a load of buttery pasta with chopped up chicken nuggets and smoked salmon, covered in cheese. god thats the dream.....

Song Stuck In My Head: uhhhhh... i dont know im too dissociatey to have one. and as soon as i tried to figure it out, i was Gifted with "Neptune's Jewels" cus i was listening to night vale while curled up in bed.

Time: 11:47pm

Dream Trip: God I'd love to do a roadtrip across the US. maybe its not as romantic (i nthe anne of green gables use of the word, not the lovey dovey use) and stupid and silly as tv makes it look, but like,,, it sounds like a fuckin Riot.

other than that, im so DESPERATE to go back to new york, i had an AMAZING time when i went with uni, and itd be Wonderful to go without havin to follow rules of other people

Last Book Read: i have been unable to Actually focus on reading since uni (uni broke me, i miss books), and i cant listen to audio only format things without gettin distracted, so i cant do audio books. the last thing i read bits of was "The Beatrice Letters". actually, was probably the last thing i Fully read.

Last Book I Enjoyed Reading: see above. I feel in Love with the way lemony snicket expresses love in that book when i was a kid, and i still think it's the Height of romance.

Last Book I Hated Reading: if you think i can remember that far back you are SORELY mistaken

Favorite Thing To Cook/Bake: [cries in "cooking hurts me nowadays"]

Favorite Spare Time Craft: i.... am not sure what this means exactly?? but i do digital art when i have the spoons, im trying to learn guitar, i want to learn to write again and have begun to Dip my toes into "flatsound style" poetry, and i want to learn mini painting but i dont have great lighting in my room, so ive yet to finish any of them.

Niche Dislike: does this mean its something i hate no one else has heard of? or something that only i hate that everyone else seems to like? if its the former, then i dont know, cus i dont remember things like that. if its the latter, BOY could i come up with a LIST and a half, theres a Reason i labelled myself a hipster as a teenager. like,, off the top of my head, the beatles, beyonce (her music, not her as a person), star wars (one of the dullest things i was forced to watch), harry potter (not so controversial now, but as a kid and teen HOOO BOY people thought you were a freak for it), marvel and DC films. i know theres more, but i honestly prefer to Not think about things i hate.

Opinion On Circuses: the Aesthetics are my life, and im Exceptionally sad that i never got to run away and join the circus, and i am filled with Immense jealousy when i remember that thats Essentially what my mum did when she was in her 20s, why cant i go to italy and be a circus person, this is bs

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i am FAR too lazy to tag people, so if anyone else wants to do this, feel free babyyyyyyyyyy

#me

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dyketubbo · 3 years

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im rewatching doomsday (comps of all povs of course) and. yeah i just.. feel bad for the lmanburgians. i dont know how i could just. say these people deserved it, when they all sound, panicked and desperate and so so fucking sad. long long ramble under the cut as i recount the events and pick out a bunch of little things

even the day before then is painful. ranboos panic room. ranboo and tubbos talk (tubbo admitting that hes wrong, saying he believes that history is repeating itself and trusting ranboo because he believes in his loyalty), fundy showing the ring toss. tubbos surprise at being told to kill dream before stating that quackity would be in control if he didnt (god, did he plan to fail?). tommy being so so excited. everyone playing ring toss and cheering on jack. tommy still believing in tubbo. tubbo panicking. ranboo and tommy and techno talking, ranboo giving them info. dream placing walls and quackity instructing tubbo on where to kill dream. dream lying about the community house. the entire community house debacle. just, everything.

and then doomsday itself. having to frantically get there because it started early, tubbo only having diamond armor to protect him, fundy standing still after he sabotaged them. tubbo and ranboos genuine despair about the apiary.

tubbo eventually going nonverbal and actively putting himself in danger, not even moving away from techno at first and getting in the way of the firework launcher. tubbo trying to save tommy from the fireworks, ponks broken "dont come over here!" after she was trying to save his cat, tommys face falling and desperate attempts at convincing techno, ranboo going "its all gone", niki spiralling and silently burning down the tree, quackitys pure anger. all the death messages.

jack going "what is there left to protect", tommy brokenly trying to accept that its gone as tubbo and quackity blankly do accept it. jack going "i lost everything again". tommy desperately trying to understand dream, on the verge of tears as he asks why dream didnt just hurt him. his low health and food as hes unable to do anything anymore, his quiet gasp as he spots ghostbur, tubbos tiny shake of his head when dream says dream and tommys story wont be over.

tubbo and quackity breaking the repeaters. ghostburs "i didnt even know we were fighting". ghostbur finding out phil let friend die, hes pained "phil? but i- i gave, i gave phil to look after. and dream found me friend, and technoblade said we were friends", tommys pained talk about technoblade. "we were never his friend. to him, all of this was just an act of politics, an act of clout and a-a social ladder, and you won't remember. tubbo you will, and to you big q, this was a friendship. but to technoblade, this was a ladder. and techno climbed to the tippity talk. do you wanna know the only way you can go? on the ladder? -- and once you reach the top of the ladder tubbo, you can only go down."

quackity asking to sing the anthem again, him strumming as ghostbur sings (and tubbo and tommy joining in). ghostbur forgetting the second verse because it blew up. quackity remembering it, them stumbling through it. tommys "tubbo? im so so sorry", tubbos quiet "its okay." the four all singing together. tubbo looking at the lava with an ender pearl in his hand, tommy correcting quackity and going "our l'manburg". ghostburs speech about friend, about people not taking him seriously just because he has memory loss.

meanwhile.. phil and techno were laughing. cracking jokes. phil mocks them as he spawns withers on the apiary, going "ohhh noo not the bees!". techno shouts at tommy and shoots at him and tubbo. he kills jack and doesnt even notice that it was one of his lives lost. jacks death itself proves that it doesnt take any particular intent, doesnt have to mean anything to the killer. techno and phil were willing to kill people. it would be foolish of them to act as if there were no risks in the terms of canon lives, especially with phil. phil doesnt take ghostbur seriously, treats his despair as an opportunity to drill in a lesson. the most either of them lost was some of the dogs and used up potions, fireworks, and wither skulls

and then theres dream. dream whose been harming the l'manburgians since the beginning, who had taken tubbo hostage, offered eret a chance to betray them all, who had been the man in tommys walls and offering money to tubbo and jack to try and get them to destroy things, who tried to get tommy to kill tubbos villagers. dream, who took tommys discs over and over, who killed tommy twice in one day, who stopped caring about his friends that loved him and were so so loyal. dream, who helped schlatt and pushed wilbur deeper into his spiral, who even then tried to manipulate tommy.

dream, who helped destroy l'manburg the first and second time, who took advantage of tubbo so he could have a premeditated kidnapping of tommy. dream, who abused tommy, physically, psychologically, emotionally. dream, who degraded tubbo and had taken ranboos memory book (which btw, since ranboos memory loss counts as a mental disability with the memory book as his aid, thats dream taking the thing that aids ranboo in dealing with his disability).

dream, who had been the reason l'manburg was created. dream, who got to destroy l'manburg three times. dream won. and techno and phil dont regret it, dont care.

maybe l'manburg was never meant to be. and sure, it started with stealing and an attempt to monopolize on potions but. that wasnt even l'manburg then, was it? it was just wilbur and tommy having fun. l'manburg came after. after the police hurt them. l'manburg started as a silly little revolution, led by a naïve man who thought he could win wars by saying no. it was a place for a family, a place for them to escape from dream. it was a place to try and escape the harm of those outside the walls. it was meant to be safe, even if those against them made it hard to be. it was made from love. it was meant to be happy. it was a symphony, however unfinished.

so. i don't know. i just feel, bad. they never really won, did they? tragedy after tragedy, death after death, destruction after destruction, betrayal after betrayal, hurt after hurt. and now what's left of them, really? out of the founders, erets doing the best and even shes doing awful, forever trying to make up for what he did. tubbos paranoia led him to developing nukes in a desperate attempt to stay safe, because he was taught to stay quiet and keep his emotions to himself, because his death was "justified", because nukes and walls and weapons are the only way he can feel safe anymore.

tommy went through months of abuse, lost all of his lives and suffered upon coming back, suicidal but unable to bring himself to do it because limbo is worse, feeling lost and like he has no family anymore other than wilbur, who he knows is hurting him but cant bring himself to leave, who loved lmanburg so so dearly and only wanted a home, still doesnt have one (tommy from everywhere, tommy from nowhere at all). niki who loved lmanburg and wilbur so much that it hollowed her out and made her bitter and shes so used to being spoken over that all she can think to do is raise her voice and get pissed, who cant see wilbur as a good person anymore because shes hurt and hasnt truly recovered and she doesnt know how to cope without being angry.

jack manifold feels forgotten, hes lost all his lives and crawled out of hell and no one truly noticed, he doesnt even believe that niki really cares, hes desperate and has made his purpose to be spiteful and angry because he cant deal with the emptiness that comes when he realizes theres no point. fundys desperate to have friends, family, a partner, anyone thatll love him, anyone thatll keep him safe, slowly killing himself with cigarettes and disowned because of giving too little too late, because he was too little too late.

and wilburs lost himself. spiraling, paranoid. a young, naïve man who wanted to fight swords with words, who wanted to impress his father, who wanted a nation of his own to feel safe, who was so effected by erets betrayal that he cant trust anyone but himself, whose possessive nature eats him from the inside out, desperate for control and unable to let go of the only person he knows loves him unconditionally

all because outside forces kept pushing, kept destroying, kept ruining them and hurting them and traumatizing them and taking away their homes and pets and loved ones. and i just. cant feel happy for the ones that hurt them, i cant feel victorius, triumphant, any of that. i just feel bad that the l'manburgians never got to be a family. i know they arent the best people but shit, i love them anyways, love them because theyre flawed and because theyre *people*, people who tried so so hard and got pushed so so much and. fuck, i cant be happy that the people who loved nature and play fought and laughed by campfires and read poetry and re-enacted theatre and loved each other and wanted to *live* (even if they were willing to die, if it meant giving everyone else a chance).. lost. they lost.

canonical years of work down the drain in one day. records of history gone, now only remembered in full by a traumatized teenager who was taught not to talk about his negative emotions, and even he misremembers some parts. they didnt even lose fairly. they had no chance. they couldnt have prepared for withers, for tnt rain, for the hounds. they were poor, weaker than their opponents, sabotaged by one of their own. thats.. tragic.

doomsday was a tragedy. i cant agree that it was deserved. i cant agree that they had it coming, that they deserved to lose homes and pets and limbs and lives and land because they werent the greatest people around.

a small country of less than 10 people (at both creation and destruction) now a giant crater in the ground, remnants of a parisitic egg taking over the land. and it wasnt even lost fairly. three people were stronger than an entire nation, even with all of its allies. two anarchists working with an abusive tyrant. so, no. doomsday wasnt deserved. people dont deserve tragedy. there were better ways, i truly cant be happy that the way chosen was violence. i cant.

l'manburg's citizens deserved better. they really did. the ends dont justify the means. and god, am i fucking tired of "justice". if justice means choosing violence over love and respect and caring about those less strong than you, i dont wanna hear about it. fuck that man, id rather love and be loved than constantly give a shit about making up for hurting others by getting hurt, thats stupid and cruel and i cant see it as okay on a moral level. not when the people that got hurt deserved to be loved and cared about and protected and *talked to* instead of constantly shot down.

of course for the narrative i can enjoy violence and characters getting hurt and i do like how "real" it all is, the despair and dissonance in tone and how terrifyingly messy it all is. out of story perspective- honestly rather cool even if it makes me feel bad. in story perspective- holy fucking shit no that wasnt deserved and god i hope everyone hurt will be able to heal and learn to love and be loved again because thats such a terrifying thing to go through. from a detached pov i can appreciate the insight into everyone involved and i like the plotlines that came from it, but from a compassionate pov i just wish the l'manburgians were allowed to be happy and treated as equals so they didnt have to go through all of this

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midgemash · 5 years

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*dabs* cant believe all my friends hate me

#midge talks #i mean they probs dont and im just being dumb but #nobody rly talks to me anymore so i had to have done something wrong #even if i try and reach out first i dont rly get anything back anymore #and the last time i actually saw them i didnt feel like i fit how i used to #i mean that was after like almost months of not seein em #so thats fair and all #but i dont think anyone even missed me #and i couldve rly used a hug tbh #like i even asked in the gc a couple weeks ago and nobody remembered #i remember when its other people #other people remember when its other people #not to be a crybaby but why cant they remember when its me #i just wanna know what i did wrong #whoops this was more sad than i thought i was gonna make it back to ur regularly scheduled garbage

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looooooooomis · 2 years

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F I N A L G I R L | F O U R T E E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

masterlist here | final girl playlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6.4 (whoops v sorry) warnings: S M U T (18+!!!) unhinged!reader, tw: gross pervy men, unwanted advances from said pervy men, feral reader, we getting down to it.

A/N: read the warnings pleaseeeeee. this one is a juicy one I can’t wait to hear what yall think! also just a heads up - a lot of your tags don't work so sorry if you dont get the notification when she’s outtttt x

p a r t f o u r t e e n | f e r a l

The sun was warm on your bare skin as you, Tatum and Sidney squinted up at the bright blue skies above you. It had been a few hours since you’d all scarfed down as much grease as humanly possible from the burger joint in town and now that you were all on the tail end of a tequila-induced hangover, some sun was exactly what you needed.

It warmer today than it had been in a while and as the boys dispersed to throw around a football they’d found buried in Billy’s old things, the three of you decided to bask in the sun on the back porch. Between your chat with Randy and everything else crushing down on you with being at the cabin with all of your friends, you’d barely slept a wink last night - so this, being between Tatum and Sidney with nothing but the wind gently swaying through the branches in the trees and the distant sound of the boys fumbling around in the background, it was enough to lull you to sleep.

Of course, Billy fingerfucking you in the car a few hours prior didn’t hurt. It managed to create just enough melatonin to make your eyes a little droopier than before and your brain silent enough to make the idea of a nap almost possible.

Almost being the key word.

“Y/N,” Tatum’s quiet voice sliced through the gentle breeze and yanked you out of your solitude. “How do you feel about Steve Jameson?”

You blinked beneath your sunglasses as you tried to make sense of her question. Slowly, you sat up on your elbows and glanced down at your friend. “Huh?”

“Steve Jameson,” she rhymed off, popping one of her eyes open to squint up at you. “He’s on the football team. You know, tall, dark hair, green eyes. I think he used to date Jenna Wescott.”

“Yeah, I know who he is,” you frowned. “But why are you asking how I feel about him?”

She gave you a small, guilty smile. “I don’t know, just going over our options.”

You blinked stupidly. Had you fallen asleep and missed out on something? “Options?” You echoed in confusion. “What options?”

She mimicked you and sat up on her elbows. “Yeah, you know, options. As in, you’re way too hot not to be having these boys eating out of your hands, you know? It’s slim pickings back home, but might as well have your fun with them, right?”

It was almost impressive how fast you were able to go from relatively relaxed to internally panicking in a matter of seconds. Nothing about the topic of your love life made you comfortable, not when you were so intricately spun into this web of lies with Billy Loomis.

“You said it best,” you muttered, laying back down. “Slim pickings at Woodsboro High.”

“Oh, come on,” Tatum laughed, reaching over to punch your arm. “They’re not all bad.”

You glanced up at Randy, Stu and Billy briefly before shrugging. “The only three tolerable men at Woodsboro are twenty feet away from us and I’m not about to date Randy. He’s like my brother.”

Tatum grinned mischievously. “Wait, would you have dated Stu or Billy?”

“No.” You answered that way too fast; you knew you did. Sucking in a subtle breath, you shrugged and adjusted your sunglasses. “I’ve known them too long, is all.”

Sid considered your words briefly before pushing herself up into a seated position as she overlooked the boys. Crossing her legs, she leaned back on her palms and cocked her head to the side as she watched them play in silence. “You and Billy are close; you think you guys would have dated at all if him and I hadn’t started dating?”

You were doing your best to remain as blasé as possible but beneath it all, you were shitting bricks. Your heartbeat felt like it was in your throat as you mulled over your answer. Could you trust your voice not to sound panicked? Was it going to sound too high-pitched? Too low? You swallowed back your nerves and lulled your head towards her.

“I don’t think so,” you answered quietly. “Why?”

Sid was quiet for a few seconds as she watched the boys but then her brown eyes sauntered down to you as she gave you a small smile. “I always felt like there was something between you two when we were younger.”

“I think they call those hormones, Sid,” Tatum simply said. “They’re horny men who were once horny little pre-teen boys. I’m sure they wanted to hump anything with a set of tits back then.”

“Yeah,” you pushed out, feeling guilty as sin for lying straight to her face. “Besides, when we were younger, I was convinced I was going to marry Patrick Swayze, so Billy never really stood a chance by comparison alone.”

That was seemingly enough to break whatever tension Sid��s curiosity might have caused as the three of you fell into another contemplative silence before Tatum spoke again.

“So, what you’re saying, is that I need to find a young Patrick Swayze in Woodsboro for you?” She teased. “Because if I find one, I can’t promise I won’t have some fun with him first.”

Sitting up, you gave them a small smile and reached for some water. “If you find a young Swayze back home, I expect all three of us to have a go at him for scientific reasons.”

“I like that plan,” Sidney declared with a gentle laugh. “For science, of course.”

“What about Steve Orth?” Tatum asked with a quiet yawn as she focused on the guys. “He’s kind of brawny in a Swayze kind of way, no?”

You visibly cringed. “Pass.”

“What?” Tatum laughed. “He’s broad and he’s tall and I’ve heard through the grapevine that he’s been sniffing you out for a little while now.”

“That is not the compliment you think it is,” you muttered. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’d rather die.”

“Why are you dying?” Stu asked breathlessly as he, Randy and Billy joined you on the porch. He was flipping the football around in his hands with a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes swept over the three of you. “What did we miss?”

“We’re digging around for Y/N’s type,” Tatum remarked, grabbing the football out of Stu’s hands to toss back on the grass. “She’s too hot to be on the market.”

“So, you were talking about me, then?” Randy teased, taking a seat on the lounger with a tiny smirk on his face. “I’m touched, Y/N.”

You grinned across at Randy and rolled your eyes. “Shut-up.”

“Your type, hmm?” Billy asked, leaning against the railing of the porch. His eyes, those weighty brown eyes, were scraping across your face in dark amusement. It made every small hair on your body stand on edge. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Cocky son of a bitch.

“Not Steve Orth, as it turns out,” Tatum frowned.

“Jesus Christ,” you groaned.

“Steve Orth?” That smirk was gone now as he furled his brow. “That guy’s a dick.”

His shoulders were noticeably squared at the mention of Steve and the clip in his tone was not lost on you for a second. Ever since that day where he’d punched him after seeing him flirt with you in class, Steve Orth was the one guy at the top of Billy’s shit list.

Desperate to intervene on the potentially awkward discussion and have Sidney notice her dumbass boyfriend’s lack of decorum, you quietly cleared your throat and pushed yourself up to stand up to your full height.

“How about instead of talking about my sad little love life,” you reasoned, walking past the group to grab the empty bottle of tequila out of the recycling bin. You waved it around with a small smile on your face. “We get drunk, instead?”

“Hear, hear,” Stu stood up and slung his arm around your shoulders. “We’ve got one more night up here, might as well make the most of it.” He looked around the small group and grinned as an idea popped into his head. “I think we passed a bar on the way here, let’s give that a shot tonight.”

“Did you forget we’re underage or did you get hit in the head with the football?” Tatum asked in confusion.

“Had to have been hit in the head,” you teased, slinking out from beneath his arm to take a seat beside Sid.

“Oh, come on,” he clapped his hands together in excitement. “We’re in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere - you really think these guys are going to check for ID?”

“And if they do?” Sid asked.

“Then we leave,” Stu merely shrugged. “No harm, no foul, right?”

“Why can’t we just get drunk here?” Tatum groused. “I don’t feel like getting murdered by some backwoods hillbilly.”

“Yeah, I’m with Tatum and Sid,” you shrugged. “I have no intention of starring in Deliverance 2.”

Randy grinned and snorted like a pig a few times before shrugging. “I’m with Stu on this one,” he kicked his feet out and crossed them at the ankle. “Let’s see some local flavour, shall we?”

“Come onnnnnnnnnn,” Stu drawled out, dropping to his knees in front of Tatum. “It’ll be fun, baby.”

Tatum was evidently not convinced at first, but when Stu leaned in to whisper something in her ear, the small smirk he managed to get out of her was enough to seal your fate. You didn’t quite catch what he was saying, but you heard the word tits and mouth and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, we’ve lost her, Sid.” You stood up to your full height and leaned against the railing beside Billy. “Looks like we’re going to the bar.”

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It had been an hour and half since the six of you had arrived and of that hour and a half, thirty-eight minutes of it were spent regretting ever listening to Stu Macher.

He’d been right, of course. The makeshift bouncer didn’t so much as bat an eye at the age of any of you as you walked into the bar, but the attention you’d all managed to acquire the second you’d walked through the threshold was not lost on you, Sid and Tatum for a second.

At first, it was manageable. It wasn’t as though either of you hadn’t dealt with pervy men in the past, but when you’d denied the three shots of vodka offered to you by a middle-aged man with the name Mike stitched into the breast pocket of his work shirt, there was an obvious shift from manageable to intolerable.

Heavy glances followed the three of you everywhere and the feeling of their eyes sweeping across your body was enough to make your skin crawl. The three of you were gathered at the bar, watching the boys play pool from a slight distance in an attempt to distract yourselves from the stares of the others. It was impossible, though.

Everywhere you looked, their eyes were on the three of you. You could tell they were curious, at first, some even looked almost impressed that three young women had wandered into their bar only to sit alone, but the moment you’d turned the vodka down, the tension was overwhelming.

You felt like fresh meat and you fucking hated it.

The one man, Mike, with the yellowed teeth and deep crows-feet, was persistent. After being shot down, he was doing his best to make your stay at the bar as uncomfortable as possible with his ugly leering and every single time he’d walk by the three of you, he made sure to walk as close as possible to the point that you had to squeeze into the worn mahogany of the bar to avoid feeling him brush up against you.

It had become a game to him and his friends and with every passing moment your own anger only grew.

“The next time Stu tries to sweet talk his way into getting me to do anything for him, remind me of this exact moment.” Tatum practically growled as she glowered across at the boys and their stupid fucking game of pool.

Sid gave her a small, uneasy smile but it was obvious she felt as uncomfortable as you did as she looked over her shoulder towards the group of scowling, smirky men. “I’ll kill Stu myself for this.”

With an annoyed sigh, you took a small sip of your beer and managed to catch Billy’s cynical stare eyeing the men. Unlike Stu, who was far too immersed in kicking Randy’s ass in pool, you could tell Billy was at least aware that the three of you had managed to catch the attention of every unsavoury man in that building. And as his dark eyes danced across the room to catch your annoyed stare, you subtly gestured to the door and widened your eyes in hopes that he’d catch onto your desperation.

Your attempt was cut short, however, when Mike appeared beside you.

He smelt like stale beer and body odour and the scratchy material of his work shirt rubbed against your bare arm in a way that sent shivers up and down your spine. He was standing too fucking close and he knew it.

You kept your stare dead ahead as his eyes raked along your profile.

“I can tell you girls aren’t from around here,” he spat out. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, taste the smell of it on your tongue as you buried your grimace into another glug of beer.

“How?” Tatum grumbled, dropping her voice so only you and Sid could hear her. “Because we’re not related to him?”

You heard his table erupt in mocking laughter from just behind you and felt your anger grow. He was making your skin crawl and your blood boil. He knew he was making you uncomfortable and he was fucking thriving on account of it.

“I think it’s best if you go back to your buddies,” you kept your voice firm, barely glancing across at him.

“You do, huh?” He swooped his head a little closer to your ear and your entire body froze as you felt him reach around to brush his dirty hands against your ass. “I think I’m fine right here, darlin’.”

You were practically seeing red.

“Get your hands off my ass and leave us alone,” you growled, gripping your beer so hard you were sure it was going to splinter off into a million tiny pieces into your palm.

“Hey, asshole,” Tatum nearly yelled. “Don’t touch her.”

He held his hands out in mock surrender but the sickly smirk on his face was revolting. “What are you going to about it?”

For the first time, you looked at him in sheer disgust just as Sid grabbed for your arm. “Come on,” she pleaded gently, “let’s go.”

You huffed out a terse breath and turned to follow Sid only to watch him reach past you in an attempt to reach for Sid’s ass. You could taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your cheek but the second you watched him try and manhandle your friend was the moment you saw blood. Felt it boiling beneath your skin like a fever.

Snapping around, you barely had time to register the fact that you’d swung your good arm out to punch the dirtbag square in the jaw. He moved to grab onto the bar to catch himself, but that only resulted in him knocking down a few bottles of beer and tripping over the stool as he tumbled to the sticky floor beneath his feet.

But you weren’t done.

Something inside of you, that red hot anger, was all encompassing. It gripped you and guided you from all angles as you watched him fall back on his rear. You felt like a wild animal. Your heart was beating so ridiculously fast in your chest that you felt as though you weren’t in control of your own body as you lunged on top of him, straddling him as you reached for a broken piece of glass that had been shattered at some point in the commotion.

With your teeth bared, you held it against his throat as he squirmed and bucked his hips against you in an attempt to get you off of him.

But you weren’t budging.

Not with all of that anger, all of that adrenaline, still coursing through your body.

“I told you to leave us alone,” you snarled, applying enough pressure to the shard of glass to cause a few rivulets of blood to seep out of his neck. “What part of that did you not understand you short-dicked hillbilly?”

“Get off of me, you crazy bitch!” He cried out. “Get her off of me!”

You could feel yourself getting pulled off of the man as you continued to grip the shard of glass in your palm and it was only when you were standing on your own two feet that you realized it was Tatum and Billy standing on either side of you with wide eyes.

You knew people were yelling in the background, but you barely heard it over the sound of the blood rushing to your ears. It wasn’t until you were outside of the bar, surrounded by Sid and Tatum, both watching you with concern marring their faces.

“Holy shit,” Tatum’s was the first voice to slice through the adrenaline as your anger began to wane long enough to focus on your friends. “You’re like a fucking superhero, did you see that shit, Sid?”

You blinked and managed to catch sight of Randy and Stu yelling at a few patrons lining up outside of the bar just as Billy was making a beeline towards the three of you.

Sid’s quiet gasp stole your attention as she grabbed your wrist. “Shit, look at your hand,” she sputtered. In confusion, you followed her gaze only to notice that you were still grasping onto the glass hard enough for it to be buried into your palm. It wasn’t deep, by any means, but the blood was enough to make you unclench your hand.

The glass fell between you and shattered on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Billy asked with Stu and Randy on his heel.

“Does it hurt?” Sid asked, concern laced in her tone. Her eyes were glued to your hand.

“No,” you muttered honestly. “I mean, yeah, I’m fine. No, it doesn’t hurt.” You were being ushered towards the car as a few of Mike’s angry friends filtered out, following you towards Randy’s mom’s minivan.

“Is no one going to talk about how fucking bad ass that was?” Tatum asked as you all climbed into the van. You were in the backseat beside Tatum, Sid and Billy were in front of you with Randy and Stu in the front. “She really just said pow don’t touch me! Smacked the shit out of him and the fucker went down! And that thing with the glass?” Tatum was grinning as she replayed the entire thing in her head. “Very femme fatale.”

“You don’t think they’ll follow us, do you?” Randy asked from the front seat. “I mean, this is my mom’s car. If they run us off the road—”

“They’re not going to do shit,” Stu said before sticking his head out of the van as they tore off down the road. “Because they’re pussies!” He screamed.

“Are you kidding me?” Tatum laughed. “Did you see Y/N? That dipshit almost pissed himself, they’re not going to follow us.”

“Randy, do you have any napkins, or something?” Sid asked, still staring at your hand with all of the concern in the world. “Are you sure you’re not in pain?”

“I’m sure,” you affirmed with a small smile. You really couldn’t feel a damned thing.

“It’s the adrenaline,” Billy explained, grabbing the bundle of napkins. Leaning back to grab a hold of your hand, you watched him gently pad the wad of napkins on your palm before mimicking a fist “Make a fist.”

You did as you were told, but your eyes never left his. Even as Tatum continued to talk about what happened, even as Sid continued to ensure you weren’t in pain. There was something in Billy’s eyes that held your focus. It was an odd mix of anger, concern and desire but it was the latter that stole your breath. Maybe it was the adrenaline, like he said, or maybe it was the thrill of feeling that in control over a situation that almost got away from you. You’d taken back what Mike had tried stealing from you and you’d done so in a way that left the man trembling and scared.

You’d never felt more powerful in your life.

“What if they follow us?” Sid asked after Tatum had gone into heavy detail about what had happened after Randy had asked just what went down to incite such a reaction from you.

“They won’t,” Billy assured her.

“But what if they do?” She asked again.

“She’s right,” you muttered quietly. “I rattled him, and his friends seemed pissed. They might, we don’t know.”

The car was quiet for a few seconds before Billy spoke up again. “Would you rather we go home?” He was asking you. Not a single other soul in that car mattered in that moment as his dark eyes found yours. Only you.

“I sure as fuck do,” Randy’s voice was slightly nervous. “Don’t get me wrong, Y/N, that shit was hot, but I don’t want to get bludgeoned by a group of hillbillies because you shattered their ego.”

The truth was, you didn’t feel scared and you knew that was probably stupid. It was stupid. And reckless. And if those fuckers did come looking for a little revenge and stumbled across Randy’s mom’s bright blue minivan, you didn’t want to be the reason your friends potentially got hurt.

“Yeah,” you agreed with a small nod. “We probably should, just to be safe.”

Billy dipped his head once. “We’ll go to the cabin, pack up quick, then we’ll head home.”

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Billy was on fire.

From the moment he’d seen that creep slide up close to you at the bar to watching you lunge across at him, Billy felt as though he’d been lit aflame. Anger was what fuelled him towards you and that creep, but it was pure an utter amazement that kept him grounded there, watching you hold that shard of glass to his throat.

Your eyes were wild as you held him there, not once breaking contact despite the bastards relentless flailing. You were a feral animal caging in on her prey and Billy was transfixed by it.

The anger that fuelled you in those few seconds, that rage, drew him in like a moth to a flame. There was no side of you, no part of you that had gone untouched or unseen by Billy until that moment. The moment that you unleashed that fire inside of you and let the carnage of it splay through your every finger until that pervert paid for what he’d done. You were a fucking machine, this gorgeous powerhouse of a woman and, while he’d seen little glimmers of it here and there throughout your relationship, tonight was the night that cemented what he’d seen in you from the beginning.

You had a darkness in you. The same kind of darkness that swam beneath the surface of his every pore. He knew that darkness, fuck, did he know it well, so to see it seep out of you as you held that shard of glass to the sick fuck’s throat?

It was almost euphoric.

It took everything inside of him to peel you off of the man with the help of Tatum. The shithead might have deserved to die, but to die by your hand would have been an honour. To have an angel the likes of you deliver the final blow in a room full of witnesses would have been irresponsible.

He was glad, if he was being honest, that you’d wanted to go home. He needed you tonight, needed you more than his lungs needed air, and he knew he couldn’t have you the way he wanted you if you were to stay in that cabin with all of your friends.

He needed you solely to himself tonight, selfishly so.

And by the look on your face as the two of you locked eyes in the back of that fucking minivan, you needed him, too.

You’d all packed and thrown your shit inside of the van relatively fast and within an hour, the cabin was locked up and you were all on your way back to Woodsboro. Every other time he’d left the cabin with you by his side, he’d felt a pang of regret – but not tonight.

Tonight, getting home meant getting you alone and there was nothing he needed more.

Stu and Tatum were the first to be dropped off, then it was his turn. Next would be yours and then Sid’s as she lived closest to Randy. By the time he’d dropped his bag inside of his room, it was just after midnight and by the time he’d keyed the ignition of his car and zipped out of his driveway, it was 12:05. He was wasting no fucking time tonight.

Each and every single time he thought of you punching and throttling that piece of shit, he was rock hard. You had looked otherworldly standing there under the shitty lighting of that bar, but seeing you snap to it – seeing that feral side of you spark to life – it nearly killed him.

He made it to your house in no time having blown through a few stop signs on the quiet side streets and as he parked down the street and walked amongst the shadows that would take him to your house, he couldn’t help but grin to himself when he realized you were home alone.

Wasting no time at all, he walked up your familiar driveway and along the jasmine trees that framed the familiar footpath that lead to your front door. It was a scent he’d never thought twice about before you, but now one whiff of those fucking trees could transport him. He’d bathe in that scent, if he could; sweet and sensual and a little musky. Every breeze that carried jasmine within it, brought him right back to you each and every night.

Raising his hand, he knocked a few times and stepped back.

You answered within seconds and as your eyes swept across his lean frame, the smile he got out of you was enough to make him weak in the knees.

“I’d half-expected you to climb through the window tonight,” you teased, moving over to allow him inside the house. “The first thing I did was unlock it when Randy dropped me off.”

Billy grinned across at you as he closed the door behind him, locking the two deadbolts with ease as he watched your every move. “Pretty girl like you leaving her bedroom window unlocked?” Slinking his arms around your waist, he backed you into the nearest wall and smirked. “Don’t you know what kind of creeps are out there?”

Your response came in the form of a hum as you reached your hand up to give his hair a quick tug. “What if I like the company?”

Your hand fell from his hair down to his shoulder and he caught sight of the gash along your palm through his periphery. It wasn’t too deep, not deep enough to require any stiches, but the reddened area made his cock twitch as images of you wielding that shard of glass resounded in his mind. “Does it hurt?” He whispered, ghosting his lips across your outstretched palm.

You were watching him through half-lidded eyes as you slowly shook your head. “No,” you told him honestly. “Every other part of my body feels like its vibrating, though.”

“Vibrating,” he raised an eyebrow, “I like the sounds of that.”

You smacked his chest and stole a brief kiss. “Is that fucked up?”

“No,” he traced a thumb along your face. And then he leaned in so that his lips just barely touched yours before whispering, “It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”

He kissed you then. Hard and bruising, with desperation clinging to his every move. He was kissing you with everything he had tonight, every ounce of love and admiration and awe went into that fucking kiss as he pinned you against the wall, desperate to feel you so much closer than this. Desperate to have you feel just how fucking much he needed you.

He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your neck, any inch of you he could, as his hands slithered down the sides of your body. With hungry hands, he gathered the hem of your shirt in his fists, pushing it up your body until he peeled it off of you, leaving you in nothing but a pair of jeans. Your nipples were hardened peaks as he cupped them in his hands, massaging them roughly as his thumbs teased your nipples.

“How did it feel?” He whispered, ducking his head down to capture one of your tits in his mouth. His dept tongue swirled along your nipple, gently at first, inciting a quiet moan out of those perfect lips, but as he bit down, his cock twitched in agony at the guttural sound that slipped out of your mouth. “Tell me, baby.”

“So fucking good,” you moaned out, closing your eyes as your head fell back against the wall. “I was so angry; he wouldn’t leave us alone. He knew what he was doing, he wanted us scared.” Billy bit down again and nearly came as you moaned out his name. “It felt so fucking good to make him feel scared, Billy.”

Your voice was hoarse as his teeth scraped along your nipple. Your body moulded against his own so fucking perfectly, it was a form of comfort unlike anything he’d ever known.

“I needed to make him feel that kind of terror.” You said, pushing him towards the couch as you tore his shirt off. Your hands began to fumble with the button of his jeans and as you managed to yank them down his thighs, Billy kicked them off as he fell back onto the couch.

His dark eyes were on yours instantly as he watched you slink out of your own jeans and thong. God, you were so fucking perfect, standing there in the dimly lit living room stark naked. With desperate hands, he reached for your hands and gently guided you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. He could feel the heat of your cunt, feel your sopping folds, slide against his bare cock as you raked the fingernails of your good hand through his hair.

“I wanted to make him pay, Billy.” You whispered, catching his bottom lip between your teeth. “I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I was on top of him.”

His hands skimmed down your arms and waist and hips before giving your ass a long, firm squeeze. “That’s my girl.”

Billy craned his neck up to capture your lips as you slowly rocked back and forth on his awaiting cock. You were so wet and feeling you like this, unhinged and longing for him, was doing his head in.

He was about to grab your hips and position himself to slice into you when you began to crawl off of his body. The sudden coolness of not having you on top of him was enough to kill him but as he watched you position yourself between his thighs, looking up at him through those pretty eyes of yours, Billy could barely breathe.

Your eyes were darker than he’d ever seen them as you settled between his thighs, your lips puffy from all of the kissing. And as your chest heaved with each shallow breath you took, your already pert nipples only hardened more so. Scraping your fingernails up his thighs, you wasted no time in licking your way up from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue around his head as your hand gently massaged his balls.

You never once looked away from him. You were watching him like he was your prey now. With hungry, half-lidded eyes, Billy watched that pretty mouth of yours take him. Slowly at first, but soon you fell into an easy rhythm as you continued to suck him off.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath as his head fell back against the couch. For just a second, he squeezed his eyes shut as you fucked him with your mouth. The hiss that rattled from his lips was loud as it echoed out around your living room. His cock twitched and the precum that slipped down your throat as you swirled your tongue around the head of it made his entire body writhe.

He said your name like a thousand tiny prayers in the hush of your empty house. With long, nimble fingers, Billy tangled his fingers through your hair and squeezed. He knew he was going to come but he couldn’t. Not yet.

Not until he tasted you on his tongue.

His hands dropped from your hair to crawl down the sides of your neck where he cradled your head in his hands. Without a word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he pulled you back onto the couch. Only rather than join you, rather than slice into you like he so desperately needed to, he took his position between your thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all weekend.” He simply said before burying his face in that sweet cunt.

He was a man unhinged as he tasted every inch of you and, as he looked up at you from between your thighs, that hunger, that wanton need, splayed out across every inch of your face, was a high for him. Giving your cunt one long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue, he smirked as your entire body trembled for him.

You tasted so fucking sweet as he lapped and sucked at your clit. Your moans were whiny and desperate and every inch of your skin felt like fire beneath his as he watched you squirm and cry out for him as you bucked into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around your clit, he alternated between long hard sucks to gentler laps, knowing how fucking crazy that made you.

“Billy,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut. You were close, so fucking close. He could feel it. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”

One more long suck was what did it. He felt your entire body ride out an orgasm that tasted so fucking good on his tongue. You needed this release tonight and he needed to be the one to deliver it, needed to feel you, see you tremble and shake.

He didn’t ease up at first, he never could. He wanted to hear you scream out for him until your voice was hoarse and your body was writhing. But, knowing this night was far from over, Billy slowly released your clit with a tender kiss before leaning up to capture your lips once more.

Again, he joined you on the couch, but you wasted no time in crawling across his lap again, straddling him just like you did to that fucker at the bar. Your eyes were dark, and your smile was dangerous as you gently bumped your nose against his. Reaching down, you gave his dick a firm tug as you lined him up between your folds.

“Fuck me.” You merely said, finally lowering yourself onto him.

You were so fucking warm and so fucking wet, Billy had no hope in hell in lasting a long time. You felt so fucking good, looked so fucking beautiful as you fucked him. Your tits heaved and bounced with every bound, mesmerizing him in a way only you could.

Leaning forward, he caught your lips in a hungry kiss.

His hands trailed from your breasts and down your sides before squeezing your hips. With every bounce, he met you halfway, steering his hips up to thrust into you, slamming into your pussy as you yelped and moaned against his lips.

Slowly, your forehead fell against his. “You feel so good, Billy.” You groaned. “You fill me up so fucking good, baby.”

Something inside of Billy snapped to life in that instance. An almost primordial need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. That tension he’d been feeling for the better part of the weekend eased with every primitive thrust.

His mouth buried your moans as he felt that familiar knot in the pit of his stomach begin to tighten. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you fucked each other on that couch.

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. He moaned your name out, quiet and desperate, as he bit down on your shoulder. With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there, unmoving. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along the teeth marks now marring your shoulder blade before his eyes found yours through the darkness.

There was a shift in the air, the same one he’d felt the night he’d fucked you covered in your blood, the same one that hung over the two of you when you’d told him you wanted to act out the dream you had about the knife.

It was as though there had been a tarp shielding the ugly bits away from one another, hiding the parts that few people had truly ever seen. But, over time, little slices, here and there, began to show face, eating away at the canvas, little by little, until that darkness, the one that dwelled just beneath the surface, began to take over.

It was an opening, of sorts, tiny little tears that opened up new doors each and every single time the two of you were together. It was dangerous and reckless and now that it was out there, neither of you could get enough.

IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG BUT HOW ARE WE LIKING IT HEHE

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a-libra-writes · 2 years

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hi! thank you for taking requests! dont feel pressured to write mine if you're not feeling it, but maybe headcanons for dating Dick Winters/mutually crushing/dating but keeping it a secret. basically anything that you have muse for, i just want wanna read something with him! thank you sm <3

Hello hello~

The thing about pining dick winters is .... it writes itself 👀

He notices you pretty fast because you're one of the few women on base (likely admin or medical staff), but what keeps Dick's attention is your sharp wit and how you seem to easily handle the pressure of being on an army base. You're always doing your best and he respects your work ethic and steady head. That respect begins to turn to admiration, aaaand whoops! Turns into a big dumb crush.

Nixon teases him for the obvious crush which annoys Dick to no end. Of course he respects you, who wouldn't? You have several commendable qualities! Before Dick can start listing them, Nixon just shakes his head and pats his friend on the back.

He likes watching you in the middle of your work. A look of concentration as you take in information and give out orders, not missing a beat or getting flustered. He just has stars in his eyes and momentarily forgets what he came in to tell you. You kind of have a way of making the straight-laced man lose his train of thought. Maybe there was something to all of Nixon's teasing ...

... but even if Dick admits the crush to himself, he won't act on it. That would be unprofessional, and besides, a war is on. He'll just keep it to himself. He can do that. Though sometimes in the evenings, when he's sitting under the stars in frigid weather, he wonders if you're alright. During the day he'll spot you working, but he can't approach you, and he notices you seem exhausted. Dick wants to go over and check on you, but he has duties ...

And the yearning gets bad. You just stand next to Dick and the nerves kick in, and he wonders what to say. It's easy if you have reports and orders to give each other, he can talk work and business. Off hours, though? He's a little hopeless, but if you start the conversations and chat him up first, he eagerly listens and talks with you. Anyone passing by will notice how much lighter his expression and body language is. More than once you both have stayed up late over a cup of coffee and been utterly exhausted the next day.

The thing about keeping all of this hush-hush is, there's kind of war and death all around. Any men who notice the closeness and have some ideas about it, ultimately don't think about it that hard. There's other shit to worry about (If this was peacetime then oh yeah, the rumormill would start cranking). Nixon is the only one who knows for sure because he all but cornered you and made you spit it out - apparently he did the same to Dick the next day. Nixon helps keep any suspicion off, knowing the higher-ups wouldn't approve of fraternizing. Dick is also anxious about that, because being one of the few women in the military, you'd get punished the worst. Worst case scenario, they'd ship you home or discharge you. Just thinking about it fills Dick with guilt.

Yall could literally have a year or more of being very emotionally intimate and available - occasionally hands brushing, fixing each other's hair, dozing off next to each other - without saying anything or going any farther. Because saying something or crossing a "line" will suddenly make it very, very real, and then you have to name and hide your relationship. If you keep up the benefit of the doubt...

Though by the end of the war (especially by Austria), the whole Easy Company has figured it out lol. You're both unofficially married as far as they're concerned. Austria was when you and Dick could finally relax and you both miiight have been a little less careful. When Nixon offers a job at his dad's company to Dick, he hints the neighborhood is great for couples and there's lots of restaurants and stores that would suit a certain someone's tastes.

#sorry if this wasnt the assignment lol i had fun <3 #dick winters x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #libra headcanons #richard winters x reader

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dootdootwriting · 3 years

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CONGRATS FOR 600+!!! I SAW UR EVENT SO IF I HAVE THE CHANCE, IM TAKING IT

The whole alphabet for Thoma. (Gn reader)

PLEASE dont overwork yourself though. You dont have to do it all if youre tired or something. Thank you and congrats!

600+ writing event

ty for ur request anon!! also you're funny. overwork myself? how could i possibly do that when i'm already avoiding all of my schoolwork? entire alphabet for thoma coming right up! (under the cut for length)

fluff alphabet with thoma; gn reader; no warnings apply

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

- thoma enjoys pretty much any type of shared activities with you, but ultimately his favorite kind is any that involves food. he'll go on tours of inazuma city with you to find the best places to get ice cream, or he'll buy a whole bunch of food and see what kind of dishes you can make together! nine times out of ten it ends up being really weird and a little gross, but it's fun and he loves spending time with you.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

- he admires your ambition, your humor, and your own personal flair. he loves the person you are, and almost everything that goes into that, but he specifically loves the unique little traits that make you you.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

- his first instinct is to give you a big hug or rub your back, but only if he knows you're okay with it and that it would actually help. his first goal is to make sure you're okay, and then his second goal is to cheer you up: with bad jokes and kisses, usually

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

- thoma isn't super picky with how you two end up in the future, as long as you're together and happy. he wants to grow old with you, ideally, though however you do that will decide itself.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

- thoma is used to taking the lead in your relationship, but he's not necessarily more dominant or anything - he's just excited to be with you and wants to make sure you're just as happy as he is. your relationship is pretty balanced!

F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what's their idea of a fun day out?)

- he loves loves loves going out on walks, especially in the city, and just finding random things that seem fun to do. there are a bunch of people playing cornhole over there, how about you guys join in for a game? they're selling a new kind of hotpot at that restaurant, better give it a try!

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

- he's definitely aware of everything you do for him, and he's also very grateful that you're with him. he makes sure to let you know that every day.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

- i think the only time thoma would ever keep something from you on purpose is if it would be somehow dangerous for you to know. other than that, he likes to make sure you're aware of everything you need to be. he likes his privacy like anyone else, but he also values communication.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

- being with you hasn't necessarily changed him (aside from the fact that you two are almost always seen together now) but it's definitely improved his mood a lot, not that it was ever really bad. he also likes to show off more now that you're around...

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

- thoma gets jealous relatively easily but is also not one to step in unless it's a situation in which you seem uncomfortable. he trusts you wholeheartedly, which sometimes means he has to keep himself from getting overly worried.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

- he's a very good kisser. thoma's kisses are playful and sweet, or alternatively full of reassurance and love. your first kiss was a little rushed and he was a little nervous (not that he'd ever admit that) but he knew it was the right time.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

- confesses accidentally while watching you do something that's actually pretty normal. you tap him on the shoulder and ask where he wants to go for lunch and he just kinda stares at you and then says "man i love you" and you're like. what. but he plays it off like he TOTALLY MEANT to say that and definitely didn't slip up.

M-Mornings (what's it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)

- lazy lazy lazy. thoma knows he has to go to work but why would he do that when you're next to him all curled up into him? he can't just abandon you like that! fortunately the kamisatos are very forgiving, so when he shows up late they don't give him an earful.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

- babe/baby, sunshine, and occasionally sweetheart but usually just to tease you

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

- when thoma first realizes he's in love with you it hits him like a truck and he has to sit down for a second to process it. after that he hangs around you a lot more often, and it's pretty obvious to anyone watching that he's in love.

P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)

- thoma's comfortable with pda and likes to tease you with it sometimes, unless you're someone who absolutely hates it, in which case he'll settle with handholding. otherwise, he'll give you random light kisses on the cheek or will grab you and pull you into him at random points throughout the day.

Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they're with you for no reason in particular)

- his nose scrunches when he's trying not to laugh at you, which makes you laugh at him, which makes him laugh at you. congratulations! you have achieved pile of laughter.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

- thoma is very romantic and also values friendship with his partner as well. he's sort of a mix between cliché and creative - while he will definitely take you out for a fancy dinner and lend you his jacket, he will also take you out to the lake and push you in or make a date out of who can spot the most dogs on a day out.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

- one hundred percent he believes in you and will do his best to help you achieve any goals you have. ok thats the end of this headcanon i have nothing else to say GHCCN

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

- thoma loves trying new things! he doesn't need things to change constantly (and also that might be very tiring for him) but he does like to switch things up a little.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

- forgot to change it from "good" to "well." WHOOPS. anyway

- thoma is very empathetic, so he's quick to understand how you're feeling, though it'll take him a little longer to understand why it is you're feeling like that. once you explain to him, he knows just what to do, whether it be celebrate with you on a big win or comfort you or give you some space.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

- it's SO important to him. having you in his life is one of the most important things to him. he's also been with the kamisatos for a really long time though, so thoma will need a little bit to sort out where his priorities are. rest assured that you're definitely up there.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

- thoma really likes the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair. bonus points if you wash it for him (he'll return the favor)

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

- if you're ever available for affection, thoma will take advantage of it. he loves being close to you and generally just the feeling of loving and being loved in return, especially when that incorporates physical affection. listen he just really likes being kissed.

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

- when you're gone thoma will surround himself with things that remind him of you. he'll also occasionally call your name or say things to you absentmindedly before remembering you're not there at present. poor guy... he'll be very happy once you're home.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

- it depends on the lengths. the worst case scenario for thoma would be if he somehow had to choose between you and his work - that would terrify him, even though there's no way it would ever happen. other than that, since you're way up on his priority list, there's not much that he wouldn't do for you.

#doot's 600 event!#thoma x reader #tohma x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #fluff alphabet #fluff #thoma hcs #thoma fluff alphabet #thoma #tohma #gi thoma

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hxneekyuu · 3 years

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first date || kozume kenma, iwaizumi hajime (f!reader)

request : hi! ☺️ can i request first date headcanons (or a blurb, whichever one!!) with kenma and/or iwa ?? reader can be fem or gn! thank you sm 🥰🥰🥰

warnings : kenma is a big dummy

a/n : yall know i had to throw the seijoh four in there they thrive on chaos

kozume kenma

mans probably doesnt even know its a date im so sorry

when you ask him to get lunch with you, hes just like

yeah sure

but he notices that youve dressed up a little bit and that you seem really nervous when he finally shows up

and suddenly hes like

should i have dressed better?? is this okay?? why is she nervous whats happening im getting nervous now

you guys are friends, what is making you so nervous ?? you eat lunch tg all the time and yet hes never seen that lipstick before,,, or the way you keep pushing your food around but not really eating it

“why arent you eating?” his voice is soft and vaguely disinterested as always, but hes watching you really closely, waiting for you to tell him whats wrong

when you tell him its nothing, he feels like hes definitely missing something, but when the waitress comes by and mentions how cute you look together hes like

“oh--”

he puts it tg pretty easily after that

and now his hands are getting kinda cold which only really happens when hes nervous

he doesnt know if he wants to ask just to clarify or if he feels really embarrassed about having to ask because he doesnt want you to find out that he had no idea this was a date

and now hes really worried about how he looks like wtf who shows up to a date in slippers why didnt he put rEAL SHOES ON

when you guys are outside he offers to take you to get coffee or ice cream or smth and you give him a look bc he literally never wants to do anything except be at home

aaaand now hes wondering if he misread it again and that its actually not a date

hes having a Bad Time

finally hes like fuck this and just kinda ,, slaps his hand into yours

its not subtle or cute or soft hes like WHAM and just grabs your hand and keeps walking

but when you dont do anything except yelp a little from the impact like wtf bro calm down no need for the aggressive hand holding , hes like

,,,,, okay so this is definitely a date right

hes really bad at this give him a break

you guys are probably going to need to talk after he walks you home bc hes going to be thinking about it all day and not doing much of anything else until he finally calls you bc hes so confused

overall a complete disaster but he really is trying his best

iwaizumi hajime

he’s never going to admit this to anyone ever but he asked oikawa about his date idea and also for help picking an outfit

the second part he didnt actually ask for, tooru is just Completely Committed to the plan

at first hes like what about dinner and a movie ???

and oikawas like

this is why you cant be trusted

so instead of taking you out for dinner at some stuffy restaurant and then to a movie theater where you cant talk

oikawas like what if you just invite her over and make dinner and then just make the movie background noise so you guys can actually ,,, you know,,, talk

and iwa’s like NO THATS SCUMMY SHES GONNA THINK IM BEING SCUMMY

and oikawas like THEN DONT BE SCUMMY ABOUT IT YOU HEINOUS BITCH

they almost threw hands over this conversation but thats for another day

so iwa invites you over and hes so nervous that he almost chops his damn finger off making you dinner

but somehow he doesnt come off as nervous bc hes iwaizumi hajime

he looks so calm and collected and charming and sweet

hes making so much conversation and asking you about your day and your life and everything he can think of

and its so damn smooth but really hes trying to distract you from how his hands are shaking bc hes actually just a big nervous dork

and to top it all off hes a great cook hes literally perfect that man

he asks what movie you want to watch and actually really is begging you silently to pick something you really want to watch so that it doesnt seem like hes just trying to put smth random on before he seDUCES YOU

and right when you guys are sitting down to watch the movie, he looks out his apartment window and boom--

matsuhanakawa

hes on the third floor how the fuck are they outside his window

where did they get that ladder

how do they all fit on it at once

the world may never know

and then his entire cool composure comes crashing down and hes like

OI FUCK YOU GUYS

angry iwa-chan stomping over to the window

he really could have done that better he totally could have ignored them

nope hes seeing red and chewing them out at the window

but youre laughing your ass off bc there goes your date, once charming and calm, off to whoop some ass

honestly he thinks hes not getting a second date, but how could you not want a second date? hes iwaizumi hajime

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kozume kenma #iwaizumi hajime #kenma x reader #iwaizumi x reader

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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May we get the brothers reacting to MC calling Diavolo a himbo/saying Lord Diavolo is a himbo prince?

For those kids that dont know: a himbo is an attractive but unintelligent man

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC calling Diavolo a Himbo

Lucifer:

Shocked pikachu face

"What did they* saaayyy???"

Oh he's not happy at all. Better take it back while you can

SIKE you can't take it back haha have fun dangling from the ceiling

Calling Lord Diavolo attractive? Of course, he's the Demon Lord. But unintelligent? Lucifer will put you in your place real quick

Battle of the wits ensues as he gets ready to make you dangle, and he will win

The only himbo is you, MC, even if you don't identify as a man

Mammon:

What's that? What's a himbo?

You Mammon, you are a himbo

He laughs but he doesn't get it. Just tries to be cool by laughing at your joke tbh

Cant keep his mouth shut and accidentally tells Lucifer and now youre both somehow in trouble

Definitely throws you under the bus

Will threaten to tell Lord Diavolo himself if you don't give him money lol

Leviathan:

Lolololol

Hes laughing. Knows what it means because he calls his gamer friends that all the time

Whoops did he say that out loud

Anyway, he finds it hilarious and is kinda mad that he didnt come up with that himself

Also finds it attractive that you thought about it but sssshhh

Don't worry, he agrees.

Satan:

Accurate

He will agree with you

Probably also the only one besides Lucifer who actually knows what a himbo is; thanks dictionary

Honestly finds it funny and will make you repeat it in front of both Lucifer and Diavolo

Loves seeing Lucifer's shocked face

But Diavolo's confused, smiley face is even better

Asmodeus:

Somehow, someway, completely misses the point

Starts swooning over Lord Diavolo and about how good of a couple they'd make

Also somehow ends up talking about himself again

Long story short, he completely missed the joke and is now planning the wedding

You wanna be the flower girl/pal/guy or the ring bearer, MC ?

Beelzebub:

"What's a himbo?"

Such a cute question, great you asked. Let me explain after I tell you how absolutely precious you are, Beel

Kinda scolds you because thats not nice to say and Diavolo IS intelligent

But also he will chuckle

So he's not super mad

Tells you to watch out and not let anyone else find out, though

Hes sure to tell Belphie and somehow it goes around the whole Devildom whoops

Belphegor:

TRUTH

Tells Satan

Satan tells everyone else

He'll think of other ways to describe Diavolo now that at LEAST halfway make him out to be a fool

We all know Belphegor just found a new favorite game thanks to you, MC

Its called "trash Lord Diavolo as discreetly as possible" or TLDADAP"

He needs a new acronym.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #asmodeus obey me #obey me lucifer #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #obey me satan #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #cheys headcanons

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mmangaboi · 3 years

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hey i need to talk abt some camp camp shit bcause i have no one to vent to. (srsly if u see this and u wanna talk abt cc dm me i am lonely.) so yeah i want to take a good look at one episode in particular- episode 12 of season 4, the forest. (putting a ‘keep reading’ here bcause hoo boy is this shit long)

aight so first things first- how fucking long was david gone????? so we know he broke his leg, and pretty badly too.

look at that. bone fucking cronched. according to some base-level research i did, severe fractures can take BETWEEN THREE AND SIX MONTHS TO HEAL. even if we assume the horrific angle of the break is bcause its a cartoon, and it wasnt rly that bad, it would still take at least a month to heal.

another thing that points to how long he's been gone: where we see him when he's ready to go back to camp. look at this.

FUCKING LOOK AT THIS. this fucking twink has apparantly had enough time to not only partially heal from a severe fracture, but enough to also build all of this shit from the base up. i dont care how good he is at wilderness survival, that shit takes a fuck ton of time.

so yeah he basically spent a bare fucking minimum of two months away from camp.

im not gonna say we didnt get enough of a reaction from literally anyone tho. theres actually enough believable evidence to support the fact that theres a brief period of time we missed between when he returns to camp and when we see him back to his regular self. theres two main details that point towards this.

heres one of them-

he has an actual splint. its unclear whether he went to the hospital or not, but either way this proves that he's gotten at least somewhat professional help for his leg. maybe he saw a doctor, maybe gwen did it, i dont know, but for some reason i feel like he probably didnt do it himself. idk. anyway, theres something that took me a while to realise what was up with the reaction we got from the campers when we see david with them when he gets back.

the this is here is that no one reacts. like yeah niel and nerris look concerned, but thats about it. at first it might seem weird, but it actually makes more sense the longer you think about it. if theres a few days that we missed, its possible the campers would have been filled in on at least the basics of what happened to david.

so yeah theres that

theres a couple other things i wanna quickly run thru that im just gonna list here

david actually trying to land in the safest way possible when he falls from the cliff lookit ma boi flexin his knowledge

hE SMILES WHEN HE SEES THE NOTE MAX LEFT IN HIS WALLET AAAAA

im impressed the writers didnt make him an idiot for comedic effect he would absolutely know his way around the forest

bonus points for using lavender on the bee stings

how does my bitch not have ptsd or physical scars wtf

just the 'Whoops!' followed by the terror in his eyes like 'oh fuck'

i dont cry but i DO get emotionally wrecked seeing david slumped over in a canoe floating out of the lake

the way his eyes focus one after the other when he wakes up after being knocked out is... i mean i dont hate it, but its rly weird in like a good way?

and then the small 'huh?' followed by sheer terror

at one point he starts whistling the theme song and i luv it

bit of a yikes but im pretty sure getting slammed against a tree by a bear doesnt do any favours for ur ribs

wait how would he have made sure nothing got infected both for him and wolfie

also yeah pretty sure davids bi at this point just look at this bi lighting

oh yeah my favourite thing about this episode is that we learn even when david is broken down and literally staring down death he's still the same and being kind and caring is just in his nature

HE IS PURE RIGHT DOWN TO HIS LANKY TWINK-ASS CORE THATS WHO HE IS IN HIS MOST UNADULTERATED FORM I LOVE A BITCH

im more surprised than i should be that david carries around a swiss army knife

give my man his free smoothie

i love it when david looks up at the stars and smiles. this lil bitch loves nature and being out in the wilderness so freakin much

also im legally required to mention the fact he's probably thinking something along the lines of 'everyone at camp's looking at the same stars/sky i am' or some shit like that

he throws up way more water than is healthy. like yeah ok at least its out of him now but istg it is NOT ok to ingest that much unsafe water

oh yeah he also does most of the shit he does with a concussion. ive had a serious one before, and holy shit is it so hard to do literally anything, INCLUDING WALKING, without an insane headache and almost blacking out for at least the first few hours. like jesus christ how does david do the shit he does

he literally falls down a mountain. with multiple crunches.

holy fuck this man is allergic to bees normal bee stings do NOT swell up that much

i mean at least he's not anaphylactic? I dont think?? otherwise he'd probably be dead???

love the continuation of the 'david lists tree species while sleeping' joke this fucking dork

"Well, that's not the best.."

ok im dying because i know this one survival fact and im so goddamn glad david knows this too BUT when he sees some berries, he keeps walking. why? NEVER EAT BERRIES OR PLANTS IN THE WILD UNLESS YOU'VE SEEN SOMETHING ELSE EAT IT FIRST. you never know what effect certain plants will have, or if they're poisonous or not. always make sure you know for a fact its safe before consuming something. my bitch was so hungry, but he didnt eat the fucking berries bcause he knew there was a chance they could be harmful and there were no other animals around that could have shown him whether or not they were.

the pure fucking joy when he realises he's made it back to camp is just- omfg i cant

"No, I'm not- I didnt mean to scare you, just- im not- Just please don't- ᵀᴱᴸᴸ ᵞᴼur ᴹᴼᴹ"

'Whoops!' -it was at this moment, he knew: he fucked up.

this was almost certainly intentional but i like that theres a leitmotif that plays throughout the episode thats on guitar and david plays guitar

oh yeah as if he wasnt dealing with enough from being attacked by a wild animal, the probable ptsd from Jasper is also present bcause, yknow, getting slashed across the chest and falling down a ravine is what happened to jasper too. i mean not in that order but the point still stands

#david is my favourite character of course im going to make an essay-length post abt the only episode dedicated solely to him #fuckin bebe deserves all the love he can get #this man istg #i can and will adopt him at any given moment #even max said hes a marshmallow given human form #istg tho why doesnt he have ptsd #and yknow scars #camp camp #camp camp david #cc david #cc season 4 ep 12 #camp camp the forest #text post

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muwur · 4 years

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Since requests were open I was wondering if I could request father headcanons for iwai + ushi + atsumu 🥺 btw your writing is vv tasty n I can’t wait to see you write more !! Keep up the good work n stay safe !!

haikyuu daddee headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for iwaizumi, ushijima, and atsumu

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.4k words

a/n: omg u called my writing taSTY Dx i cri tySM 💞 that is a high compliment for me AHAHAHAH ILY and ty for the request!

also my lovelies i m back i m sry i was gone so long feojfe i miss yall <3 here u go enjoi, this was fun to write lmk if yall want more characetrs AHAHA

current listen: accidentally in love by sHREK AAHAH jkjk i mean counting crows, they cant take that away from me by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong, love the way you lie by eminem and rihanna

requests: open!

iwaizumi

✧ prePARED daddy

✧ picked up on this parenting thing p fast, also does a lot of research so he’s ready to face any situation

✧ teaches his kids how to behave n respect others

✧ also makes sure they know not to talk to strangers and teaches them some self defense

✧ be warned these kids are packing a surprise can of whOOP ASS,, dont fuck w them,, plus u wouldnt want buff daddee iwa on ur tail

✧ honestly his kids would be ANGELS ,,, n thats cuz he treats them all so w e l l

✧ mans is ATTENTIVE. he asks his kids about their days, their interests, and encourages discussion about their fEELINGS 🥺

✧ always offers them really valuable and light-hearted advice

✧ and gives them the love and transparency we all wanted but never had--

✧ however his kids are easily (n negatively) influenced esp when uncle oikawa comes to visit--

✧ but mostly bc iwa gets annoyed and slips out a lot of curse words and a “shittykawa” and then his kids started calling oikawa that and now it’s ingrained in them forever fjoefefgfvi (*distant phlattykawa crying noises*)

✧ gives them LOTS of head pats and ruffles as signs of affection

✧ PACKS THEIR SCHOOL LUNCHES and ensures they eat a balanced meal

✧ attends all their games/events,, will get a bit rowdy hype them up

✧ def lets his kids sleep with him when they’re having a bad night or woke up scared from a nightmare (and waits for them to fall asleep before going to sleep himself fojref)

✧ when they were babies he usually succeeded to get them to stop crying by pulling funny faces, showing them their favorite cartoons, or humming a lullaby

✧ when they get older,,, u bet iwa would be suPER protective esp when their kids start being iNtErEsTeD in other people

✧ you: “iwaizumi, they seem like a really nice kid, though”

✧ iwa: *sitting with you in the car, across the street from the ice cream parlor your child said they were at, and spying from the window* “you can’t trust everyone, of course they seem ‘nice,’ they just want our approval”

✧ definitely did not interrupt his child’s potential first kiss at their house’s doorstep by slamMINg the door open “sUDDENLY” cuz he “hEard TheIR vOicEs and THougHt TO lET them In”

✧ effectively traumatized both kids

✧ tho he felt bad after n u made him go apologize so he did (and he was forgiven, only if he agreed to never spy on them again--)

✧ doesn’t stop him from scrutinizing every person yalls kid introduces to you tho

✧ overall a super supportive dad, 11/10

ushijima

✧ ok dEF does not know much about parenting ,, at first

✧ stared at his child like ???nani when you both changed their first diaper

✧ also had plenty of staring contests with his babies ,,, called it bonding

✧ was curious and tasted baby food once,,, immediately regretted it

✧ once put a volleyball next to his child, who attempted to bite it, and took it as a sign that they liked it

✧ after sum time n practice, his mind becomes split between “how to volleyball” and “how to dad”

✧ catch him in the kitchen wearing an apron and whipping up his kids’ favorite smiley face pancakes 😤😤

✧ has an amazing ability to get his kids to stop crying, does really simple things like give them their favorite toy or place a gentle hand on their hand or attend to their needs (mans can tell if they want food or needa poop) and they calm down immediately

✧ carried them on his shoulders once and now they never stop asking him for shoulder rides (not that he minds anyway)

✧ if theres two kids he can probs carry one on each shoulder cuz cmon ,,, have u seen this man

✧ always goes to every performance/game/event his child takes part in

✧ man smiles so soft™ when he goes to the 1st grade play and sees his kid’s name in the program next to their role as “townsperson b” (next year, they upgraded to “singing carrot” in a play about the food pyramid)

✧ if his kid ends up enjoying volleyball, he will teach them e v e r y t h i n g they need to know

✧ but is overall super supportive of anything else his child pursues and doesn’t push anything onto them, would rather let them choose what they want to do

✧ had n o idea what to do when his kid asked him about the birds n the bees asfghkl

✧ couldnt sleep one night thinking about it and just randomly asks you while yall laying in bed in the dARk like “so our child asked me how babies are made and I told them they came from watermelon seeds” (you: 👁️👄👁️ “come again”)

✧ you: *at the grocery store with your child*

✧ child: *hands you watermelon* “I want a little brother!”

✧ you: “haha of course honey” 👁️👄👁️ what do i do (*later to ushijima* “duhfojhguf we needa get another baby i promised our child a younger brother fohurof” ; ushi: “wat” ; you: “itS YOUR FAULT”)

✧ yall eventually tell them not every watermelon can produce babies only really special ones that are really hard to get fhuoefkfotfi theyre not ready for the truth

✧ another great daddee, we stan

atsumu

✧ knew parenting was stressful esp with bABieS but was like eh it cant be that bad right

✧ think again

✧ g o o d b y e s l e e p

✧ develops phat bags under his eyes, responds with a weak “aha im fine just that parenting life and the kids ykNOW” whenever his teammates ask if he’s oKAY

✧ tried to tempt his kids to eat their mush baby food by trying it himself, nearly gagged but was able to say “eughh yuMM”

✧ loves to lift them high up in the air, even throws them up a little and nearly drops them (yall almost died from feAR but babie was having so much fun,,, yall agreed to be just a bit more careful)

✧ rlly bad at getting them to stop crying, gets very stressed when he’s exhausted every option he can think of then calls you over for some help/advice (you: *immediately calms them down* ; ratsumu: “how--”)

✧ calls up osamu a lot to ask him how to make food ,, then simps whenever his twin brother comes over and the kids are in love with this man and his cooking (”dad why cant you make stuff as yummy as this”)

✧ very affectionate with his kids, gives them lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead

✧ plays with them a lot! whether it’s sports, just dance, animal crossing, or UNO, yOU NAME IT WE PLAY IT

✧ also has no mercy when playing competitive video or board games,, has made them cry more than once LOL

✧ so sometimes he toned it down n let them win,, until his kids actually got better and DEMOLISH him every time

✧ is cool with his kids cursing, just as long as they don’t do it in front of their teachers LMAO

✧ plays innocent when he gets a call from school saying his kid was using ‘inappropriate language’ and is like “whaaat? my child? im not even sure where they learned that, maybe check if the other kids in class are saying those things, too--”

✧ reminisces how much nicer his kids were to him when they were younger and all the time they spent together,,, bc now that they reached their tEeNS they want alone time

✧ wants to be B) cool dad so he tries kinda hard, esp in front of their friends but his kid’s just like dad pls dofjrgjigtgro

✧ also very supportive of whatever his kids want to pursue and dedicates time to help them in whatever ways he can (whether that be to help them practice, make sure he can provide transportation, get them supplies, etc)

✧ always playfully competing with you to see who’s the “better” parent (you win by default)

✧ PROTECTIVE dad and will easily intimidate ANYONE who crosses his kids

✧ takes sum adjustment and mental resilience but daddee atsumu perseveres 😤 absolutely loves his kids and would do anything for them

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Heat Stroke Sith Obi Wan x Reader

Pairing: Sith obi wan x reader

Warnings: mild language, very mild violence, a hint of smut.

A.N. This is literal trash but wanted to post anyway😅 enjoy~

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Oh this was hell...no actually I take that back, hell would be alot cooler than this godforsaken planet.

"Don't dawdle y/n, we have a mission to complete" your master scolded with a half glance behind him.

Sighing you looked up through hooded eyes and continued to drag you half bent body through the busy market place.

"I know master but it's sooo hot" you whined, feeling the burn of this planets 3 goddamn suns beating on your back.

"Don't be dramatic y/n" he said with a slight eye roll that you couldn't see but knew was there.

"Dramatic?!" You perked up annoyed "Master, you do remember I was born and raised on an ice planet dont you?"

"How could I not, you've only mentioned it a thousand times" he teased with a smirk.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" You quirked an irritated brow.

You watched as he smugly strode through the streets ahead of you.

"How are you not dying in those robes?" You caught up with him, sweat dripping down every inch of your body.

He shrugged, "This planet is hotter than those we've visited I admit, however it's a minor inconvenience at most. Perhaps it's because of how skilled I am with the force" he offered.

"What?! You cant regulate your body temperature through the force!"

"Wait.....can you?!?!?" You looked up at him in disbelief.

He shook his head with a laugh, "It seems we still have a long way to go with your training young one"

iT sEeMs wE sTiLl hAvE a lOnG wAy tO gO wItH yOuR tRaInIng you mocked in your mind. God how big was his ego-

"Oww" you felt a sharp slap on the back of your head through the force.

"It would also seem you need a lesson in respect" your master said sternly.

Whoops, gotta remember to keep those mind shields up..

You sheepishly apologized and decided to stay silent for awhile. Instead focusing on the many street vendors lining the streets.

After a while of walking Obi wan abruptly stopped,

"What is it?" You asked curiously standing up more alert now. You followed his line of vision and saw two men conversing quietly, one a green twilek and the other from an aquatic planet, a priorlik. Definitely not normal, priorliks avoided dessert planets like the galactic plague.

The men both stood up and you could faintly see them exchange a small parcel. They stepped away from each other leaving in opposite directions.

"I'll follow the priorlik, you go after the twilek, do not let him escape" he ordered and you quickly jumped into action.

You followed at a decent distance, not wanting to alert him until he was far enough from the main crowd. You weren't keen on causing a huge scene.

You wondered what information he had that your master was so interested in. You hoped it was worth you getting broiled like a casserole. you would literally die for a even a fleck of snow right now.

The twilek paused ahead and immediately you turned to a vendor, pretending to peruse the merchandise.

"Need any help miss?" You shook your head, "No, thank you, I think I have enough..." you paused looking down at the wares, "snakeskin underwear...." eww why would anyone ever want- Ah that's right-

You really had to work on not getting distracted.

Fuck, you couldn't see the green tails anymore. Speeding up the street you glanced down the surrounding alley ways.

Unfortunately he was facing you at the last one and took off running with a grunt.

Oh come one dont make me run, as if I wasnt hot enough already ugh...

You pushed through and began your pursuit. The criminal was quick for his size you had to admit. He seemed to know where he was going so you decided to jump onto the rooftops for a better view point.

You quickly surveyed the area and found a way to cut him off. Dashing to the side you jumped over several alleyways and gracefully flipped down onto the street in front of him.

He grinded to a halt, glaring at you, "Get out of my way"

"Hmmm I would, however I dont particularly feel like it sooo no". you unclipped the electro cuffs from your belt. "Let's do this the easy way please, I'm sick of being on this planet" you took a step closer and he withdrew two blasters from under his Cape.

Ugh fine we'll do it the hard way. With an eye roll you dodge the oncoming blasts easily.

"Come now there no need for-woah" you lost your footing for a moment barely missing a blast aimed at your head. That was weird...

Using the force you pushed the criminal back against the wall. He groaned attempting to get up but you pushed him once more. "I told you hah we could do this hah the easy hah way.." god why were you so out of breath?

Suddenly you felt incredibly lightheaded and had to press a hand against your forehead.

"Heh some sith you are, can't even handle the heat" he got to his feet picking up a discarded blaster.

Heat? Was that the reason?! Seriously?! You drew your saber, needing to end this quickly, you deflected his blasts, albeit very sloppily.

Then suddenly he pointed his weapon upwards and shot at the surrounding brick, causing a blanket of dust to envelop you. You coughed and cursed yourself for not being fast enough to evade it.

He laughed and turned around to escape.

"*Cough* oh no you don't" you weakly raised a hand and with much more concentration and focus than ever needed before, brought down a balcony on top of him. He gasped looking up but was too slow to move. You smirked at his unconcious form.

However it was quickly replaced with a frown as you felt yourself pitching to side.

Ouch

you groaned feeling the hard ground agitate your burnt skin however you were too exausted too move.

It was official, you hated this planet more than the stupid jedi.

You squinted as the bright rays beat down on your body relentlessly. If this is how I die, I'll die of embarrassment..wait no that doesn't make sense...arggh great now my brain is fried too.

Suddenly a shadow blocked your vision and you squinted trying to make out the form.

"Y/n?" Oh youd know that voice anywhere.

"Hey master..."

You heard the clanking of a trooper and an order to tie up the enemy.

Obi wan furrowed his brows confused, he could see no visible injury on your scantly clothed body.

Kneeling down he grasped your chin so you faced him, "What's wrong"?

"Mmi ot" you murmured lazily.

"Beg pardon?" He quirked a brow leaning closer.

"Hot" you managed to slip out.

He let out an scoff.

With a shake of his head he wound an arm around your back and another behind your knees scooping you up.

"You really are more trouble than your worth" he couldn't help but smirk.

"Mm" with another shake of his head he made his way back to the ship.

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Later that evening...

"M-master please it's too c-cold" you shivered as the piece of ice continued sliding up and down your body relentlessly. Your master the culprit.

He tutted continuing his assault, "The whole mission I listened to you complain about the heat, now your complaining about the cold? I believe you need a lesson in endurance my dear..."

Ugh stupid smug bastard

"Ah ahh" you gasped as the ice cube suddenly slid impossibly close to your most sensitive area.

You looked up desperate and frustrated only to be met with Obi wans dangerously playfull gaze.

"And a lesson on keeping your mouth shut..."

Did I say that out loud?

"Not to worry though pet..." he climbed up over your shivering body leaning down beside your ear. "I have just the thing to keep that sharp tongue of yours busy" he whispered, the puff of hot air making you go dizzy.

As soon as heard the edge to his voice and saw the lustful glint in his eye, you knew you wouldn't be complaining for a long long long time..

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