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neurogliadudette · 2 years
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love seeing people yearn forbacfection and love on tumblerdotcom while i am sipping coffee lying on my bed
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teyamsatan · 10 months
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𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕖 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕍: 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕀𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕕𝕖
Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader
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synopsis: Neteyam's actions leave you aching and shamed, and life is made difficult by your attempts to avoid him at all costs, until it dawns on you that, much like your entire relationship, nothing good ever happens without reciprocation.
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death), smut (oral - m receiving, orgasm denial), strong language, neteyam and reader being horrible to each other lol
wc: 6.4k words
a/n: we're in it now, besties. the plot thickens, much like reader/neteyam's steamy enmity and desire for each other. i hope you enjoy this chapter, and as always, thank you for asking to be tagged, commenting, sending me asks, it really keeps me going and i appreciate you so so much (thank you very much also to @cinetrix for her amazing Neteyam art and the prompt which inspired me so much and got me out of my writer's block ily bestie x)
na'vi compendium: yawne - beloved, Tsakarem - Tsa'hik in training, ketuwong - alien, txepvi  - spark, teylupil - teylu-face, kurkung - asshole, skxawng - idiot, eveng - child, tsìltsan rewon - good morning, Oel ngati kameie - I see you, sa'nok - mother, ite - daughter, srane - yes, kä - go, Olo'eykte - female Olo'eyktan, tam-tam - calm, mawey - calm, oare - moon
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I'm only whatever you make me And you make me more and more a villain every day But you don't know, you reap, you sow Whatever you give to me, from yourself, you take Well, if you're a hater, then hate the creator It's in your image I'm made
The absence of his fingers, of him, from you, as he abandoned you, with your thoughts and insecurities, left you in a state of deep shock and shame - so much so, it took a good hour to finally get the strength to move the few steps it took to get to your tent.
Your mind was spinning with more thoughts then it could process, and as you continued worrying about the consequences of your actions, about all the ways Neteyam would find new ways to torture you and make you miserable, as you reeled from the ache that settled deep in your core from the emptiness he left behind, as you tried to understand the convoluted ways his mind worked and the reason he would ever do something like this to begin with, you found consciousness slipping away from you and in no time, you were asleep, taunted by dreams that you couldn’t find in you to call nightmares anymore, dreams about him finishing the job. At least in these dreams, you were safe, and he was nice, and his touch healed instead of breaking you further and further each day. You realise now it’s not what happens in these dreams that makes you think of them as nightmares, it’s the reality juxtaposed against them that sours their taste on your mind. It’s funny how even the purest, happiest moments can turn to ashes in your mouth when the backdrop is haunting and inimical. 
It was evening when you woke, and the headache that accompanied your newfound conscious state was heightened by Lo’ak’s harsh voice, as he shook you back to a reality that still ached, that couldn’t have been better than the fantasies you just left behind. 
“Lo’ak, stop shaking her, just give her a second.”
“Look, we have no time for pleasantries. She’s going to thank me for this.” 
“Teylupil. Kurkung. Skxawng.” You curse in a hoarse, barely audible whisper, eliciting a laugh from Kiri and an exasperated groan from her little brother. 
“Is this how you talk to the man that’s going to save you from an evening of misery?” 
“What’re you talking about, you irksome little -“ 
“Just get up and I’ll tell you. What’re you doing asleep at this hour anyway?” 
“Kiri, remove your brother before I remove him, and take one or two fingers with me.” 
“Come on, Lo’ak, let’s make sure you’re still alive by Eclipse.” 
You rose from your mat with a small wince as your head throbbed in pain. 
“Are you alright?” Kiri’s hand was cold and soothing against your skin, and you placed your own hand on top of hers, grateful that she was here, if not for anything else, to dilute the intensity of Lo’ak’s personality while you were still recovering your strength. You couldn't look at your two favourite Sully siblings properly, not when the shame stung and dulled your senses, not when their eyes would remind you of his, and what you did.
“I’m fine, just… tired. I… broke up with O’i’en. Or actually, I guess he broke up with me.”
“Shit. Did he find out?” 
You considered how much you should tell your friends about what transpired, knowing they’d have questions, knowing the answers might lead to more questions, some of which you couldn’t possible begin to explain. 
“Yeah… Neteyam told him.”
“Fuck. I still don’t know what you possibly ever did to make Neteyam, who happens to be the most boring and calm person to walk this planet, so angry at you.”
You scoffed at Lo’ak’s statement, so obvious and speaking to a mystery that has plagued you for the last 7 years. 
“Yeah… I love living my life paying for an imaginary slight he feels the need to remind me of every day.” 
He thought about it for a second, his fingers stroking his chin in an obviously exaggerated contemplative manner. 
“How do you know it’s imaginary if you don’t know what it is?” 
The roll of your eye reminded you briefly of the headache that tried you, and how it was getting worse with each passing second you had to entertain this conversation. 
“Look, even if it’s not, don’t you think it’s a little extreme?”
With a raise of his shoulders, Lo’ak continued.
“I guess… but it’s not like you make it easier for yourself.”
You felt your anger picking up speed, making your pulse quicken and heat rise in your cheeks. 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 
“I mean, you are just as bad to him. You’re both horrible to each other. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hilarious and we all get a kick out of it, but - OUCH, KIRI!” Lo’ak yelped in pain as soon as his sister’s elbow found its way in his ribs, and the theatrics continued as he collapsed on his side, until his head was on your lap. 
“You’re the worst.”
“I still maintain my view that you both just need to fuck. Maybe this mateship is going to be the solution to all your problems.” 
The flush of your cheeks brought about by anger only deepened at his words, that instilled memories that you still didn’t know whether you were trying to forget or imprint on your brain, memories that had no business flashing in front of your mind’s eye now, memories that might infer the beginning of the end of the world: Lo’ak finally being right about something. 
“Yeah, cause what successful lifelong commitment hasn’t started with two people who despise each other?” You didn’t want to harp on a subject that you’d do everything to never have to talk about again, so you quickly changed the subject. 
“Moving on. Why are you guys here?”
The two siblings exchanged awkward looks.
“Mum, dad and grandma were talking about you and Neteyam… about the ceremony and everything.” You could tell Kiri felt uncomfortable talking about the subject, and you were happy at least one of them was sensitive to the situation. “They want to sit you both down and pick a date. Grandma said something about the sooner the better. We thought you’d rather eat a Talioang tongue than do that, so we came to give you a heads up.”
Well, so much for changing the subject. You groaned, moving Lo’ak out of the way so you can raise your knees and place your head in between them, trying to make the world stop shaking and your heart stop trying to escape out of your chest. This can’t be happening. Not so soon.
“What did Neteyam say?” 
“Neteyam hasn’t returned home, which isn’t like him. Have you seen him at all today?” 
“No.” You lied. 
That was weird. Why would Neteyam not return home? It’s not like he had any reason to hide, unlike you. You’d think he’d be the first one back in the tent, waiting to see if you’d show up for dinner, with a smug smirk plastered on his face, so ready and willing to taunt you for your momentary lapse in judgement and for being able to rub in the fact he won one more battle in your never-ending war, that until now was even, but now, felt completely thrown off balance. 
“Do you want to get out of here?” The magic words, spoken to you almost like in a dream, pulling you out of your intense musings about the speaker’s older brother. 
“It’s almost eclipse. You’re gonna get in trouble.” 
Lo’ak snickered and rolled his eyes, almost upset that you would ever think that’s something he should care about.
“Come on. We can go to the labs, chill with the humans for a night.” 
“As tempting as that is, I don’t think aiding and abetting the Olo’eyktan’s kids to leave after curfew is going to improve my situation in any way. You should go back. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
Lo’ak huffed and puffed, but did as he was told, not before he left you with one last nugget of information.
“By the way, Norm and Max intercepted some new intel about a mission the ketuwong are planning. It’s in two days. Dad wants us all in strategy meetings and training all day tomorrow. That includes you. As soon as eclipse is over.” 
“Roger that. Now go.” You kissed both of them on their foreheads, and watched as they left you with your thoughts. 
Questions and worries plagued your mind, all, like most times, revolving around the oldest Sully sibling. Ponderations of how or why, of when or what, all swirling, all fluttering away, none of them settling enough to be thought about in detail, all of them flailing about, knocking every other thought from your consciousness until you were a panted mess of breaths and ringing heartbeats. You couldn’t be here.
Curfew has always been more of a suggestion to you than an order, so with that mentality deeply embedded in you still, you picked up your knife and bow and made your way out, walking past the Sully tent and into the thick forest, to a place you haven’t been in since that night Mo’at announced your engagement. You tried to shake the unnerved feeling that still haunted you as you remembered what last transpired there.
As you trekked past foliage and snuck past apex predators that were out hunting for the night, you eventually reached the meadow you've always loved so much. You didn't have time to breathe out a sigh a relief as you noticed a navy blue form turned away from you, toned, muscular back full on display. You would always recognise this body and the man who inhabited it, now and forever, as long as you would live, but still, you almost couldn't believe what your eyes were clearly showing you.
Neteyam was deep in thought as his feet dangled in the lake in which you liked to bathe and relax normally, that used to be a sacred place for you, one more thing he ruined in the time you've known him. He didn't hear you, you realise suddenly, and you were glad. He was the last person you wanted to see and you didn't know what you were feeling in this moment as you watched him, so unlike the Neteyam you always got to experience, so far removed from the man that always had his guard on around you, that was smug and arrogant, and primed to hurt you with every possibility that presented itself to him. This felt more like the Neteyam you used to know and love, that everyone else still gets to know and love, that you hear so much about on a day to day basis - the peaceful Neteyam, the considerate and shy Neteyam, the golden son, the epitome of what made the Omaticaya special.
You stayed hidden in the shrubbery that concealed the meadow, just watching him, and as the time continued, you found yourself relaxing, your own thoughts percolating and settling one at a time, until you processed as many of them as you had the strength to. A few things became clear to you. The priority right now were the Sky People. You had to fight, and you had to do it well - too many people relied on you for you to give anything else than your 100%. Neteyam was a distraction you couldn't afford - not right now, and not until this was done. Avoiding him at all costs seemed like the smart thing to do. Revenge could wait... for a little while. You pushed the reminder of the ceremony discussion from your brain. You didn't have enough power to consider the implications of the talk the Sully patriarch and matriarchs wanted to have with you and Neteyam. It was too soon.
Other things, you were more confused about than ever. In the end, you left with more questions than you came with, leaving him to his own devices, knowing you'll soon regret not having gotten at least a couple hours sleep before the two days ahead, both difficult, both with enough power to take more from you than you were willing to ever lose.
Why is he here?
What is he thinking about?
Were you on his mind at all?
Did you even want to be?
Could you stand it if you weren't?
You made it back to the village right as Jake and Neytiri came out, a sleepy, uncooperative Lo'ak following close behind.
"Ma eveng, tsìltsan rewon. Oel ngati kameie."
"Oel ngati kameie, sa'nok."
Neytiri made her way to you with wide, gentle steps. She always reminded you of these humans you once saw in a video the scientists showed you when you were younger, called ballerinas. She had so much poise, so much gentle, quiet power, that you have tried to emulate your entire life. Despite it paining you to admit, Neytiri was more your mother, more a role model, than your own mother ever had been. When she reached you, her hands found your face, that she stroked gently, running her thumbs under your eyes.
"Please tell me you've slept, 'ite."
Your tail stilled midair as you were caught red-handed, and you knew you either had to lie, a concept only familiar to you after being around humans, and one that you have to admit you found useful in certain circumstances, or deal with a long lecture, that you were much too tired for.
"Srane, sa'nok."
She gave you a skeptical look, one that told you she didn't quite believe you, but knew better than to probe, at least not in front of the Olo'eyktan, who would give you the ass kicking of a lifetime if he knew you weren't going to give your 110% over the following days.
"Kä. Get your bow and quiver and meet us on the training grounds."
You did as you were told, changing quickly while you were at it, realising briefly you have been in the same garbs for a long time now, something your mum would have told you off about. She always looked her best, always beautiful and presentable, always the most sought-after woman in the village. She had no grand aspirations, not like you, or like your father, who wanted nothing more for you than to be a warrior and a fighter, to be the best of the best, the best of them all. If it was up to him, you would be Olo'eykte. You tried to make both of them proud in their own ways - your mother, by continuing her secret weaving technique and always wearing the special garbs that only your family knew how to make, and your father, by becoming the pride and prodigy of your clan, and sharing that title with only one other person, none other than the prince of the Omaticaya.
Your heart picked up pace as you reached the grounds and in front of his parents stood Neteyam, looking perfect as always, not a single stray hair on his head, his braids flowing softly in the wind and chiming when the beads adorning them knocked into each other. You've always loved Neteyam's hair. It was always perfectly braided, and so weirdly emotive and... alive, sometimes looking like it moved on its own accord, a little like the tail that you saw moving in a circle, a sign he was not happy - what else was new?
When Jake spotted you, he nodded in your direction, which made everyone's attention shift to you, including his, and when his eyes trailed over your body, widening minutely, mouth slightly agape, you felt your cheeks burn and ears twitch nervously. He gained composure as quickly as he lost it, the slightly taken aback expression far removed from the one now displayed on his face, that he reserved for you, that you hated with every fibre of your being. The moment of vulnerability you witnessed yesterday was long gone, replaced by his usual contempt he liked to emanate as soon as you entered his personal bubble. You wondered if he was gonna rub your nose in it, if he was going to declare it to the world, let his friends know that you were another name to add to the catalogue of women he's fucked, or if he wouldn't want anyone to know - his little secret, only for his twisted mind to keep and thrive on. Your own mind tortured you with scenarios, each one worse than the last, before Jake pulled you out of your nightmarish thoughts.
"Kid. Come on, now, you can't go all mellow on me today. Tomorrow's a big one, I need you here, I need you with me. Can I count on you?"
"Yes, sir."
By the end of the day, that now went well into the night, you were more tired than you could remember being in years, and between the strategising meetings, the weapon training, the military drill exercises, and the hand to hand combat that Jake insisted would, at some point in your life, become useful, your brain was fried and your body sore and covered in mud and twigs.
The dirt that covered every inch of you was the kind which would stick to your skin and your hair for days on end, without any sliver of hope that it could get removed. You knew your braids were ruined, and so were your garbs, that you worked so hard for, that were all you had left of your family and your ancestors. It was a good day, you tried to remind yourself. A successful day. That’s all that mattered -not your clothes, nor the man that you were trying to avoid like he was a plague, or his gaze, or the heat that emanated from his body, or the memory of his fingers or his torturous ministrations. 
“Good job today, both of you. Now go wash the muck off of you at the river and be back in 30 minutes so we can go over it and discuss what went right and what could have gone better. Dismissed.” 
“Um- can I go to the lake instead?” The thought of being alone with Neteyam made your skin crawl. Is that what that was? It had to be. Skin crawling… yes, not goosebumps and shivers down your spine. Skin crawling…
You cringed a little at Jake’s expression, and his raised eyebrow which most of the time, and especially now, indicated annoyance or grievance.
“The lake is far, plus you wouldn’t be able to make it back in 30 minutes, kid. And it’s still dark. Is there a reason the normal river is not to your taste anymore?” 
Your tail stopped in its tracks at his slight admonishment, ears pushed back so far, they were flat against your head. You hated disappointing Jake, almost as much as you hated Neteyam. 
“No, sir.” 
At the sight of you, Jake’s expression melted away and was replaced with a soft smile, one exclusively reserved for his kids. He approached you quietly and patted your head affectionately.
“That’s what I thought. Now come on, off you go, you little troublemaker.” 
It was a short trek to the river that most Na’vi used as a personal bathing station, that was now deserted for the night. The training lasted longer than expected, and you knew eclipse would be over in a short couple of hours. You felt Neteyam’s eyes boring into your back and you did everything in your power to forget that he was there, but alas, it was near impossible when his presence overwhelmed your every sense, when it took over any thought in your mind, when the embarrassment of your encounter still rings painfully in you, telling you to run, or hide, or get your petty little revenge so he stopped having the upper hand in this scenario. The latter option, much as it has for years now, seems like the most obvious, the most alluring one. 
The devious plan, that was just a slight variation of his own, as it usually was, was taking a more defined form in your mind with each passing second, especially after remembering the little human snap bracelets that were stronger than any Na'vi rope you owned, that were light and easy to carry, and that you conveniently happened to have in the little pouch that dangled from your waist. You just needed the perfect opportunity, and you believed in making your own luck.
Without looking behind you, you got into the river, purposefully bending until your hands reached your ankles, that you started rubbing and cleaning, taking your time as you moved slowly upwards, your ass fully on display for the male you knew would be watching, as he, too, was cleaning the day off him.
"Can you be any more obvious, yawne? You might as well have a 'fuck me' sign plastered all over you. Is that all it took, three fingers in that pretty cunt and you forgot you hate me?"
You ignored his words and continued cleaning yourself, until you were so squeaky clean, someone could eat off your body, which now, you felt like you craved more than food itself.
When you were done, you got out of the river, once more trying to be as sensual and inviting as you could, and you smirked as you heard him get out as well, his presence inundating your senses as he approached you, the way it always did.
"Are you finally going to apologise and behave? I knew you would event-"
You quickly turned and pushed him backwards, until he fell, a pained gasp escaping his lips as his back made contact with a tree. The snap of the cuffs was more satisfying than you would ever care to admit as they tightened around his hand, and almost as satisfying to you as his realisation of what you’ve done, of the fact that he was trapped, at your disposal, at your mercy. 
“Let me out.” The growl he let out was low and feral, unamused at best and frightening at worst. Lucky for you, you’ve never really been scared of Neteyam. The smirk that blossomed on your face deepened as you watched him, squirming and pulling at the cuffs with all his might, getting angrier with every second he couldn’t untie himself. His tail was moving furiously behind him, slapping his calf with erratic, uncoordinated movements. 
“You know, Neteyam... For far too long now, it felt like you had control over our dynamic. I hated it, every day, feeling weaker than you. When you came and grabbed me by the throat, it was the first time in my life I almost felt scared of you. When you came and told O’í'en about us, I felt almost like life was slipping away from my grasp and you were the quicksand through which it was falling. When you… when we-“ it took you a while to compose yourself and subside the purple stain of your cheeks as you remembered how he left you. “You made me feel things I have never felt before. And then you left. And I felt almost ashamed. I had just got out of a serious relationship, I broke someone’s heart, and all I could think of, was your fingers. I felt weak, and I hate feeling weak.”
You took advantage of the way he was entranced by your words, too focused on you for anything else, and took his other hand and tied it on an opposing branch.
“Fuck! Let me go!” His legs were thrashing in front of him as he struggled to undo the human contraption, but if there’s one thing you learned, is that humans knew how to imprison and hurt other beings the best, and for once, you didn’t mind taking a page from their books.
“Tsk tsk tsk… no, Neteyam, what do you say?” 
“Fucking let me go, you little -“
“Mmm…” you pretended to think about it for a while. “No… i don’t think that’s it. Y’want to try again?” 
He hissed at you, a hiss that sounded more like a roar than anything else, and heat ignited in your core at its sound, mighty and powerful, wild and untamed. Still, you kept your composure and the sweet smile that you knew would anger him further.
“No, that’s not either. You say ‘please’.” 
You knelt in between his thighs, thick and muscular, and put a hand on each one, steadying yourself as you found yourself on your knees, heart thundering in your chest at your plan, that, despite the adrenaline, seemed more and more deranged with every passing second. His breath stilled at your touch, as did his body, his legs now limp on either side of you. His expression shifted, from one of unadulterated anger to pure shock, and a flicker of muted awe, eyes wide and mouth agape, canines tucked away behind his beautiful lips, that he wet with a swipe of his tongue. 
“What are you doing?” 
“What do you think I’m doing, Ne-te-yam?” 
Your fingers dug in the meat of his lower limbs, thumb trailing over his inner thighs as you moved upwards, massaging him, stopping right before the part of him you itched to touch most, smiling to yourself as his breath laboured with every inch transversed. You wrapped your slender digits around his loincloth, making quick work of the knot that would have been safe from most other people, but not you - you and Neteyam learnt this knot together, back when you were still you and he was still him. Back when he loved you. No matter how much he wanted to forget you and what you meant to each other, he would never be able to, because you’ll always be there to use those memories - that he banished from the night of his mind - against him. 
“You see, Neteyam… I’m not the most creative person, unlike you.”
His cock sprung free and you swallowed a gasp along with the saliva that gathered instantly in your mouth. He was huge, and for the first time in your life, you found yourself thinking… pretty, too. There was something almost ethereal about him, deep contrasted stripes running alongside his length, the pattern of his luminous freckles so exciting, you wanted to run your fingers… or your tongue, over them, connecting them with your mind to uncover the pattern it would form, one you wouldn’t mind getting to know over and over again, until it was imprinted into you, into your skin, into your mouth.
You looked at him, back against the bark of a tree, just as yours had been before, his arousal, that he tried to hard to mask on his face, given away by the endless pits that were his pupils, which almost completely swallowed his beautiful golden-green irises. 
“Let. Me. Go. Or I swear to Eywa, I will make you pa-“ 
“Pay, yes, yes.. I’ve heard the speech before. And you know what? I know you’ll make me pay. You’re good at that. You like to think of these new ways to ruin my life, all inventive and new, all of them difficult to stomach and so, so pleasurable for you at the time, aren’t they? Yes… I’m not very creative, so keep in mind that anything I ever do, is your burden to carry… yawne. You made me, everything you hate about me, everything I hate about myself…”
You wrap your fingers around his cock, hard and throbbing under your touch, and watch as he throws his head back and lets out a small, intemperate groan.
“… I learnt from you.” 
Slowly, you start moving up and down along his shaft, taking your time, observing every twitch of the muscles of his face, all the ways he was trying to refrain himself from giving into the pleasure that was wearing his resolve down. His eyes were so tightly shut, you wondered if it hurt, and you hoped it did. You hoped it all hurt, just as it hurt you. You turn your attention back to his cock, that was throbbing in your hand, and noticed the glowy liquid now covering the slit of his pink-purplish mushroomy tip. 
“Am I making you feel good, yawne? I must be, since you’re dripping all over my fingers.” The sense of deja-vu couldn’t be lost on the male writhing beneath you, and you hoped every second of the incident was playing through his mind, like it has been in yours, ever since it happened. Not being able to contain yourself any longer, you sank down until your lips wrapped around him, the sweet taste of his precum staining your tongue as you swirled it around his tip, licking it clean. The moan that escaped him was music to your ears, erotic and sonorous and so unbridled, despite his best efforts, that it spurred you on, that it made you want to explore every inch of him until every striation of his cock was imprinted on your throat. 
And so you did. Your mouth stretched to accommodate for his length and girth, too big for even your best efforts, and your hand wrapped around his base to reach what your mouth couldn't. You gagged as his hips bucked upwards, driving his cock deeper down your throat, until the tip was tickling the back of it. You stopped yourself from thinking about your heart skipping alternate beats as soon as his tail wrapped tightly around your thigh, almost as if claiming you, bringing you closer to him, attaching himself to you, almost if his body was telling you a secret he tried his hardest to repress, one that he could never speak out loud.
You could tell he was itching to free his hand, to entangle his fingers in your hair and use you as his own personal toy. He was itching for the control he desperate craved when it came to you, that you denied him, that you now had over him, that made him weak and puny under your touch.
You hallowed your cheeks as you devoted everything you had to sucking him off, the saliva pooling down his shaft and balls facilitating the bob of your head, that got faster and deeper the longer you did it, the longer his moans, that could no longer be contained inside of him, filled your favourite meadow and your ears, nestling in your body and making their way to your core, that ached and throbbed, that begged you to ride his cock until you were both just a limp mess of limbs on the mossy ground. Your movements met his synchronously, working in perfect harmony, as his heels dug into the ground and he started wildly thrusting in your mouth, his self-control long gone, as the pleasure reached new zeniths and you knew he was close to orgasm.
"F-fuck! Fuck, oh, please!"
Hearing him beg brought you to the brink of your own release, and with a couple more strokes, you released him from your mouth with a pop, sucking on his tip just a little extra, as if he was your own personal lollipop, just like the ones Norm introduced you to as a child. This one was so much better, though.
His eyes opened wildly as the lack of stimulation registered in his mind, chest heaving and mouth open, tail untangling from your body and thrashing violently, as the high came crashing down abruptly, just like yours had. You smiled, flicking your index finger over your lips and chin, gathering the remnants of his arousal before you closed your lips over it, sucking on it enthusiastically, eyes locked onto his own, dark and feral, and for the first time in a really long while, completely lost in you.
“You taste fucking amazing, tsxepvi. Maybe next time, if you apologise and behave, you’ll actually get to cum.” 
You got up from your spot on the ground, removing your knife from its sheath and bringing it to one of the cuffs that looked like it had marked his wrist, and with a careful swipe, you freed him. Without sparing him a second look, you turned around and walked away, speaking as you left him, still shackled by one hand, naked and vulnerable, happy with yourself, unwilling to consider yet again the consequences of your actions and how the fear of retaliation, that you knew would be painful and ghastly, would hit you with enough intensity to cower you, just as soon as the adrenaline wore off.
"I trust you can get yourself untied... yawne. See you on the battlefield."
A few hours later, you could barely think straight, by the time you were preparing your beautiful ikran for battle, as she was dutifully waiting on you to finish, trilling softly whenever you pet her in between chores. 
“Tam, tam, Oare.” 
You felt guilty at the way you’ve handled the past few days, as images of O’i’en swirled in your tired, progressively drowsier mind, at how it took you no time to do… everything you did with a man you hated, a man that more and more it seemed your ex was somewhat right about, despite how much you wanted to banish the thought into the pits of Hell, where it belonged. You started to regret the fact you have not taken the opportunity to sleep when the opportunity presented itself to you, and now you were about to go into one of the most dangerous missions of your life, one that may even infer the future of your clan, worn-out and distracted, body trembling under the weight of your mistakes. 
You spotted the man that affected you in ways no one else seemed capable to, face and body painted in war patterns, just like yours was, and winced a little when you realised he was already watching you, deep hatred imbued in his features - you knew there and then you were in for a world of pain, if you ever survived this mission to begin with. It actually hurt, thinking of all the ways he could still make your life a living nightmare, his ingenuity knowing little bounds and never diminishing throughout the years. 
“You ready, kid? I need my little star in tip-top shape today. We’re all counting on you, you know?” 
Jake’s voice, usually soothing and calming, was grating to your ears, although you had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t the voice itself as much as what the voice uttered, words that you didn’t want to hear at all, words that pushed you near the brink of collapse, whose weight you always almost buckled under, but now, with everything else going on, brought you to your knees. Still, you nodded, the desire to please and make him proud of you outweighing anything else you wanted to say, like asking for permission to sit this one out, like how, right now, you felt more like a liability than an asset. You had to do this, and you would, because they needed you, because they relied on you. 
“That’s what I like to hear.” He tapped the little choker that was tied around your neck. “Make sure this is on, alright?” 
“Yes, sir.”
The war cries echoed through the Hallelujah mountain as the full might of the Omaticaya clan erupted through the floating rocks, bearing down on the helicopters and ships that were looking and scanning for signs of life, that were ready and armed to kill and torture, to destroy and burn life to the ground. On top of your ikran, bow tight in your hand, you normally felt unstoppable. You were unstoppable. Before you even had time to register it, 3 helicopters fell at Neytiri, Jake and Neteyam's hands, crashing into the mountains before exploding into nothingness, never to be seen again.
In the midst of all the chaos, you tried not to think about how hard it was to control Oare, how your own frenzied, disruptive consciousness was affecting her ability to fly and focus, how that in turn was making you miss shots you would have never missed otherwise, how that was further weakening your state, the whole endeavour a vicious cycle you saw no escape from.
"Mawey... mawey." you couldn't tell if you were talking to your ikran or to yourself, as you pet her gently, trying to return you both to a state in which you could be present and useful, the way you were expected to be.
The sudden pain that rushed over you was excruciating, worse than anything you’ve ever felt, worse than all your previous injuries put together, and with a trumping heart and fear poisoning your blood, that felt like it was spilling out of your body more with each passing second, you looked down at yourself, trying to assess the situation. There was nothing. The pain deepened as soon as realisation hit that the fatal wound and the ache that followed wasn’t yours, although it might as well have been. 
“No…” your beautiful ikran, that has been with you every day of your life since you were 12, that not only witnessed, but facilitated every one of your victories, that was integral part of your life and happiness, that made you feel seen and understood, let out a screech so loud and filled with anguish, one that would haunt you for the rest of your life, that settled in your bone marrow and will forever have a home there, until your last day on this planet.
As she drew her last breath, you felt every ounce of happiness dissipate from your being, along with any sense of self, any sense of purpose. You had no time to dwell on your immense loss, not as your queues broke apart with her departure from this plane, leaving you in a free fall that would make sure that while you lost your sister, you would be following her close behind. The last thing you saw before you felt darkness enveloping you was Neteyam, and your last thought was how you must have imagined his panicked look and the tortured howl that left his body, as his hand reached out for you, his own ikran diving towards your falling form at full speed. 
I sleep with one eye open and one eye closed 'Cause I'll hang myself if you give me rope I lost all my faith and lost all hope That everything means anything at all
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jacobglaser · 11 months
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OK so obviously Rome is completely off the deep end, he's too far gone but that's not surprising at this point. But Ken. KEN. Your sister betrayed(?) you so you decided to doom your children to further hate crimes? Are you well????? I reckon he's gonna reap what he's sowed (bc we still haven't seen that clip of Ken slamming Rome into the wall) but bestie what the fuck???? I'm so stressed.
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thislittlekumquat · 5 months
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I've been working on this for some months now, and I'm happy to say chapter one is finally ready! This fic is a lot of things, but stick around if you're interested in any of the following:
Lizzy learning to live for herself
Wolfram being Sieglinde's dad but also accidentally an uncle to the other kids
Lizzy and Grell being besties
Lizzy and Edward both being gay as hell
Sieglinde as a doctor with an active practice and a belief in germ theory
Undertaker being a piece of shit (affectionate)
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oh-my-damn · 6 months
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His “wife” might want to teach him all of her racist gestures and whatnot so he can recognize them in photo op at NYCC. I felt bad for him this time last year with all of the Pedo comments… now? Time to reap what you sow, bud.
Lay down with dogs and you get fleas. Sit at a table with bigots/racists, and you are one.
Oh babe, trust me. He knows them already.
His New Years Eve besties taught him personally 🥰
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livelovesimallways · 1 year
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The Weekend Pt. 3......
(Previous)
It’s been nearly two months since things went down between me, my sister and Sean. Dana forgave him for messing with Julia and despite my best efforts, he went back home. While they moved on and continued planning their wedding, I distanced myself again. Opening up those old wounds made me bitter, angry and hell bent on making sure I got my "lick back". I didn’t care what it cost, Sean had to pay for breaking my heart. I wanted to confess everything to Dana sooner but I realized doing it during that time wasn't the way to go. Humph,  with how I was feeling, something misdirected and reckless surely would have come out my mouth. Now that I’ve calmed down, I’m ready to tell her all of it. Even though Sean is the catalyst for this, Dana has a right to know. It’s going to hurt without my sister in my life, but I put myself in this position. Damn...We really do reap what we sow.
The Following Week.....
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"Shit! Girl, you scared me." I said, trying to catch my breath.
"My bad...Just making sure you're good. I mean, the way you ran out the kitchen..."
"I know, I know...I'm fine though. Thanks for lookin out."
"Of course...But umm, are you sure you're good? You've thrown up almost every day for a week now."
"Yeah, but you know how sensitive my stomach is. I've been eating too much dairy. Plus the smell of eggs always makes me nauseous, it just got to me today."
"I understand that but..."
"But what? What are you trying to say?"
"It might be morning sickness."
"Look, I appreciate your concern but it's not possible."
"Nothing is one hundred percent, Dee. Your sugar daddy may be older but I'm sure he still has swimmers."
"Okay eww, he ain't that old. He's fifty but the odds of that happening are less than one percent." I said, doing a cutting motion.
"Well still, if you wanna check I have some tests upstairs. Don't ask." *both snickering* "You gone find out either way so..."
"Fine ho, I'll do it." I laughed, rolling my eyes.
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"I don't know why I'm so nervous...Did it come up yet?"
"........."
"Mimi??"
"Ummm, Yeah...It's positive."
"Positive??? Nah, that can't be right." I said, grabbing the test in complete disbelief. "Fuck!...Maybe it's a false result."
"A false positive?? You're my bestie but..."
"I know. This is fuckin crazy though. I swear he definitely had a vasectomy. I was even nursing him back to health. "
"Seems like you were doing more than that." *smirking*
"This is not the time, Mimi." I said, smiling although fearful and in shock.
Trying to make sense of this, I started to put together a timetable in my head. I thought about how long I've missed my period, how long I've been feeling sick and who I've had sex with. As my stomach sank, Mimi asked question, reminding me of the shit storm that is to come.
"Are you still having your sister over later or is that off the table?
To Be Continued..........
Next
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vulturevanity · 3 months
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For your Equestria Girls AU, is Sunset initially not being in the Rainbooms band until the end of Rainbow Rocks because of Sunset feeling too guilty and ashamed at her previous actions from before or because of the Rainbooms (especially Rainbow Dash) maybe having a small sliver of uneasiness with Sunset (as the Dazzlings imply when they confront Sunset)? Or is it some combination of the two?
I want Rainbow Rocks to change very little in this rewrite, because it works well enough as it is. So the barrier between Sunset and the Rainbooms does come mostly from them (understandably) not being able to fully trust her again after she drove them apart -- though the snippy comments mostly come from RD this time. (I'm particularly proud of making RD Sunset's ex-bestie because it explains her being kinda horrible in the second movie. Sunny was bad company and in a way she's reaping what she sowed with Dash.) That doesn't mean Sunny isn't going Through It, though. The guilt and frustration are there as they were in the movie, because being left out is a significant part of her trauma regarding Celestia.
I'd tweak the second act confrontation between her and the Dazzlings a bit: they know what she did, they know she straight-up mind-controlled the school (an impressive move and very similar to what they do with their music), and comment that if she ever gets tired of being an emotional punching bag to the Rainbooms, they are willing to take her in as a Dazzling; this way, she would be free to be as evil as everyone thinks she is. (Someone could overhear the conversation, but I don't know how to properly set that up and it's really not necessary)
This would be set up for the Awesome As I Wanna Be scene, where she prevents RD's transformation in the worst way possible by tackling her mid-song. Adagio shows up congratulating her on successfully sabotaging the Rainbooms and says she really convinced the Dazzlings to take her in as one of them. Dash is immediately furious, the girls are skeptical but full of questions, and Sunny tries to say something but eventually just kinda goes "you guys are never gonna let me live it down, are you?" and leaves.
(Of course she'd come back to rescue them from under the stage, and the rest of the movie would play out without major changes with the exception of a big apology from everyone for the attitude they had toward Sunny, especially RD. That she saved them even after the way they treated her is a big testament to the fact that she changed for good, and it was unfair of them to keep bringing it up and distrust her the way they did.)
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luckyqueenreign · 1 year
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I genuinely cannot stand any of the girls this season 😭 the worst part about Casa is that these girls are still goddamn here!
Arlo being buddy buddy with GABI even though she was constantly on MC’s neck for even looking at Suresh. But she likes miss turtle tattoo? Make it make sense.
Kat constantly whining about Finn when she literally was tonguing his best friend AND mc’s partner last night like girl I do NOT care. Reap what your for the streets ass sowed, we are not friends. With her weak ass apology. My god, it’s unfair we don’t get the option to cuss her out.
Dana being just the absolute worst and most indecisive character I’ve ever seen, feel so bad for people romancing her because she is 1000 miles up Gabi’s ass and they just met AND Gabi played a part in MC’s trauma like bro Dana is just so ew I cannot stand her. Imagine Dana saying she’s ready to commit to you for the summer and then next day she’s cheating with the same girl your ex cheated on you with and you can’t do anything but watch.
Literally what was FB thinking when they wrote these characters. They’re all so horrible it’s unbelievable.
BESTIE when I tell you I DIED at "Reap what your for the streets ass sowed, we are not friends." I am going to use this for the rest of my days. Thank you 💀😭
The thing I hate the most about the Dana situation too is that MC has to be the one to chase her AFTER she's necking Gabi on the daybeds! And she still chooses Gabi 😫😫😫 after everything!!
Arlo is 🙄 I was surprised she took her foot off MC's neck long enough to go after Kat this episode too. Love it for MC...sucks for u Kat
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midnightmah07 · 3 months
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(Tw: bad people who gave me traumas)
NOTHING to do with the topic but its gossip sooo
my bestie found an old classmate’s instagram (context: they made my life hell, i would constantly get pick on bc of my appearance) anyway, i saw their pics and karma is real, they had their glow down 💀💀
LMAOOOOO I mean what can u say you reap what you sow 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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realhousewives-fan · 2 months
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Robyn Dixon Got Booed on at BravoCon
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The fans haven’t been happy with Robyn Dixon after she revealed that she basically hid her real life from the show, and they let her know that at BravoCon.
When she was asked if she was going to be more forthcoming next season of RHOP, she answered that she has no problem addressing the issues she’s going through.
But the situation with Juan Dixon wasn’t something that was going on while filming season 7, and as she said that the audience started booing at her.
That’s a terrible explanation. She didn’t talk about it because she didn’t want to talk about it.
When she was on WWHL she told Andy Cohen that she was waiting for Karen Huger to bring up the cheating accusations on the show.
Why was she waiting for someone else to weaponize her story against her?
Robyn went on to say that she didn’t want to throw her husband under the bus for a storyline, which earned her some support from the audience.
But she used the story to earn some money on her podcast though…
She said on the Reasonably Shady podcast that she would talk about it, but only through Patreon.
What’s provoking me the most at BravoCon is Ashley Darby who’s sitting next to Robyn and nodding to every word she said with a smirk on her face.
It’s bullshit. But thankfully Karen had no intension of letting Robyn off the hook.
She pointed out that the other women’s marriages were always under the microscope and if they weren’t under the microscope, Robyn and her bestie Gizelle Bryant would put it there.
And that’s basically why I’m having an issue with Robyn’s justifications.
Robyn is quick with calling Karen fake and confronting others about their issues, but when it came to herself, she hid it from the show.
You reap as you sow. And Gizelle and Robyn have been scrutinizing everybody but themselves.
It’s understandable that people will have a reaction to such “deceit”.
Wendy Osefo said that she wishes Robyn and her family all the best, but maintained that Robyn is delusional.
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roleplayhonestybox · 2 months
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“i only write mxf with me in the female role & don’t double”
- oH BROTHER THIS GUY STINKS !!
SO funny when those & the “sub” only mxm ads get zero likes honestly, you reap what you sow bestie.
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slafkovskys · 4 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/norrisjosh/734026290501435392/one-of-the-options-is-ahead-of-the-others-by-miles
yes bestie
you reap what you sow ig
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polishbarnowl · 1 year
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I find it distasteful 50 people or so complained about how I spend my own money🤦🏾‍♀️. And secondly the drama part with the ex bestie she definitely earned the blaze with the harassment and stalking to myself and my friends. Consequences are a bitch and just because I was nice to her and she took advantage of it doesn’t mean I have to continue my kindness with that person. I tried to be kind but she definitely refused to take accountability and responsibility plus an apology sooooo she reap what sow. This isn’t her first radio. She’s done shit like this and never changed. I will definitely always stand up to my abuser as well as hope others will.
In my lauange there is a saying: "Let some walk away with face". I don't have a problem with you using blaze, i have a problem with telling as much people (that don't even know the full context) as you can that some pearson deserves hate/harassment.
I'm not against you standing up for yourself (good for you btw) I'm against publicly shaming someone.
And I don't want you to treat a pearson who repeatedly backstabed you with kindness, I want you to treat them with common decency that they are owed as a human being.
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To everyone exept the asker (if u want to reblog it it's fine by me): Please DO NOT: -reblog it -harras the asker -do anything to create more hate on the internet
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shslskaterboy · 1 year
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the antags?
OOH a three for one, thank you bestie
For Byakuya
Favourite thing is how he stays a stupid asshole even after his character development
Least favourite is every interaction he has with Toko like please leave that girl alone
“No, I am not… effing with you” like fr what a loser
Brotp probably him and Kyoko cuz I feel like they would develop mutual respect after surviving the killing game
No otp personally, I hc that man as aroace
Notp is him and Toko. Once again please leave that girl alone you are not helping
I hc that he eventually gets comfortable enough around the others to stop wearing a suit literally all the time, and maybe he’ll even put on sweatpants every now and then (god forbid)
If I had to pick a song for him I’d say Million Dollar Man by Lana Del Rey (for obvious reasons)
Every image of him being confused and sweating is the best because haha get dunked on boy
For Nagito
Favourite thing about him is such an impossible question cuz like. He is such a mess and there is so much going on and he’s just trying his best in his own fucked up and weird way. I guess maybe that’s the best way to describe why I like him
Least favourite is probably not a problem with him as a character so much as just. People being wrong about him? Idk like people taking him at face value as just the annoying guy that messes up trials makes me a sad boy :(
“Maybe you only think there’s something wrong with me because there’s something wrong with you!” Yeah you get him king, that’s definitely it
Brotp gotta be him and Sonia. I just think they should be silly together
Otp is him and hajime. I don’t need to say any more than that, you all know this already
Notp is Nanami probably, or really any girl because that is a gay gay man
I definitely hc him as autistic with heavy sensory issues. I think he gets overwhelmed by sounds and textures and stuff very easily
I have. Many songs I associate with him but I think the first one I think of is House of Wolves by MCR
Favourite image of him has gotta be him on the laptop in chapter 5 because I’m basic and he’s pretty I’m sorry
For Ouma
Favourite thing about him is his commitment to the bit. He’s a silly little guy. He’s the worst most annoying little creature ever. He is going to ride or die for his ideals to the very end. What a guy
Least favourite thing is just how little we know about him. And ya I know that was probably intentional on the writers part, but I think good character design (and what makes all the other characters we know and love so likeable) is the context of what makes them who they are. Ouma is almost completely unknowable, which is just unfortunate because I think there’s a lot of lost potential for who he could have been
“At least I wasn’t boring, right?” I’m crying and screaming. He’s just a little guy
Brotp is probably him and miu. I think their dynamic wis hilarious and it might actually be good in a non-killing game scenario
Otp is him and Shuichi. Again everyone who knows me is not surprised by this
Notp would be him and Kaede. That is a gay boy and a lesbian, not a romantic couple
I like the hc that he was an orphan and had DICE as his little found family, and that outside of them Saihara is the first person he starts to feel comfortable being vulnerable with
The song I associate with him most is London Calling by the Clash
Favourite image is the one of Maki dangling him over the fountain. He was being a little shit and he reaped what he sowed, it’s was hilarious
This became so much longer than I thought, also I really couldn’t think of any “unpopular” opinions so you’ll have to excuse me for excluding those. Anyway this was fun thank you bestie
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iuminouscrown · 2 years
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サドンデス
Believability/第七話
Sudden Death
Believability/Chapter Seven
Winter
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(数分後)
(A few minutes later)
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Tsukasa: ふぅううう。。。。。。 つ、疲れました
Tsukasa: Fu~uuuu……. I… I’m tired. 
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Ritsu: 自業自得、喋るのは俺に任せといてって言っておいたのに、ス〜ちゃんどんどん前に出ちゃうんだもん
Ritsu: You reap what you sow, Su~chan. I told you to leave the talking to me but you took part before I even had the chance. 
Ritsu: 売り言葉に買い言葉で、要らないことまで言っちゃうし
Ritsu: I’ll tell you now that we don’t need inflammatory, “eye for an eye” language.*
Tsukasa: うう。しかし特に最近、凛月先輩が変にぴりぴりしている気がして。。。。。。
Tsukasa: Uu.  However, curiously enough, Ritsu-senpai has been particularly spicy lately……
Tsukasa: ちょっと攻撃的な言動も自立ちましたし、差し出口ですがFollowしたほうが良いのではないかと
Tsukasa: Your speech and conduct were a bit aggressive and uncalled for. I thought it would be better to Follow a certain path. 
Ritsu: うん。。。。。。それはごめん。俺はどうも、いちど自分のものにしたものを奪われるのが��みたい
Ritsu: Yeah…… I’m very sorry. I really despise when things I once owned are stolen from me. 
Ritsu: 地位や名誉、財産とかまで自分が頑なに守ろうとするなんて、自分でもびっくり
Ritsu: I had surprised myself by stubbornly trying to protect things such as my status, honor, and property.
Tsukasa: そういう気持ちも理解できなくもないのですが。”Knights” は決して、凛月先輩だけのものではありませんからね
Tsukasa: I can understand feelings like that as well. But, by no means, is “Knights” only for you, Ritsu-senpai. 
Ritsu: わかってるよ〜。。。。。。でも実際、ス〜ちゃんはまだまだ発展途上だし、ナッちゃんは賢いけど感情で動くし、セッちゃんと月ぴ〜は今いないしーーー
Ritsu: I know that~...... But, in actuality, Su~chan, you’ve still got a long way to go, Nacchan is wise, but makes emotional decisions, and Secchan and Tsukippi~ aren’t up to date with things…..
Ritsu: 俺が前に出て、交渉とかは請け負うべきじゃないかなって。俺、軍師だし
Ritsu: I should be on the frontlines handling negotiations. I’m the strategist, after all. 
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Arashi: 気に入ってるわね、軍師
Arashi: That suits me fine, Strategist. 
Tsukasa: ええ。適材適所ではあります
Tsukasa: Yes. Having the right person in the right place. 
Tsukasa: 私はあのような腹の探りあいめいたことは、昔はもうすこし得意だった自覚があるのですが、どんどん下手になっている気がしますし
Tsukasa: I’m aware that searching for true intentions was a little bit more of my speciality in the past… but I feel like I’ve been steadily growing worse at it. 
Ritsu: まぁ、今は周りがプロ (?)ばっかりだしねぇ。俺も夢ノ咲に入るまでは、兄者以外には口喧嘩とかで負ける気がしなかったんだけど
Ritsu: Well, right now all the people around me are pros (?). I didn’t feel like losing an argument with anyone other than Anija until I enrolled in Yumenosaki.
Ritsu: 愚かでかわいいま〜くんですら、世界的に言えば "賢い" 部類だって思えるぐらい、周りには馬鹿しかいなかったし
Ritsu: Even with foolish and adorable Ma~kun, there were only idiots around me that seemed to be universally considered “wise.”
Arashi: ワフフ。確かに知恵が回るひとばかりよねェ、夢ノ咲もESも
Arashi: Wafufu. Only reliability makes people wise … in Yumenosaki as well as ES. 
Arashi: 知は力だし、何も考えずに流されるだけで誰でも成功できるってほど、芸能界が甘くないって話ではあるけど
Arashi: Knowledge is power. The narratives of show business are not so sweet that anyone getting swept up in it can succeed without thinking it through. 
Arashi: 賢くなければ生き残ってるのは賢いひとばっかり♪
Arashi: If you’re not wise, you won’t survive. Only wise people make it! ♪
Arashi: 何も考えなくても成功できるのは、レオくんみたいな特別な才能の持ち主だけよ
Arashi: Only those who possess special talents like Leo-kun can succeed without thinking things through.
Ritsu: それ、遠回しに月ぴ〜を馬鹿って言ってない?
Ritsu: Wait… Aren’t you just indirectly calling Tsukipi~ an idiot? 
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Leo: 誰かおれの悪口を言ってるなぁあああ!?
Leo: Who's saying bad things about meeee!?
Leo: いいぞいいぞ!もっと言って! 悪口は他人を傷つけるために用いられる!
Leo: Good! Good! Tell me more! Insulting other people can be used to hurt someone’s feelings! 
Leo: そこで選ばれる語彙は、そいつが言われていちばん傷つく言葉になってる!
Leo: So the vocabulary to choose are the most hurtful words that guy says! 
Leo: だから! 悪口をよく分析すれば、それを言った人間のことが理解できる!
Leo: That way, if I analyze the insults well, I can better understand the person who said them!
Leo: だから、おれは悪口が好き! おれやおれの大好きなやつらが悪く言われるのはムカつくけど! わはははは☆
Leo: That’s why I like insults!  It makes me angry when the besties and I are insulted! Wahahahaha!☆
Tsukasa: しぃ〜、しぃ〜っ! お静かに! 急に出てきてベラベラとっ、何なんですかあなたは!?
Tsukasa: Shhh~- Shhhhh~! Please be quiet! What are you doing suddenly showing up and talking non-stop!? 
Tsukasa: あまり騒がないでくださいね、今は誰にも私たちの居場所を知られたくないのですから!
Tsukasa: We don’t want anyone to know our whereabouts right now so please don’t make so much noise! 
Leo: え〜? じゃあ何で、こんな町中でお茶とか飲んでるんだおまえら?
Leo: Eh~? Then why are you downtown drinking tea or whatever? 
Tsukasa: うう。旅館に引きこもることも考えたのですが、我らが最も遭遇したくないのは他のIdolですから
Tsukasa: Uu. We thought about staying inside the ryokan** since we really don’t want to encounter other Idols… however
Arashi: 旅館はESアイドルの巣窟だものねェ。。。。。。そこに居座るよりは、町に出て不意のエンカウントに備えたほうがマシって感じ?
Arashi: The ryokan is crawling with ES idols…… So, we had a feeling that it was better for us to go into town and prepare for an unexpected encounter rather than staying there.
Leo: なるほど!わからんけどわかった!おまえらがそれで良いって言うなら良いよ、おれはおまえらを信じてる! なぁ、セナ♪
Leo: I see! I don’t really get it but I understood! It’s fine by me if all of you say it’s alright! I have faith in all of you! See, Sena? ♪
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Izumi: そんなことよりもさぁ、今そこでHiMERUと擦れ違ったんだけどーー
Izumi: Besides all of that, I ran into HiMERU just now.---- 
Leo: あ〜、HiMERUってあいつか? 猥雑な大阪の町では浮いてるファッションだったな! セナもだけど!
Leo: Ah~ That HiMERU guy? His style must be so out of touch in this chaotic town of Osaka! Sena’s as well! 
Izumi: はぁ? 俺が浮いてるなら、それは俺じゃなくて周りが悪いに決まってるでしょ!?
Izumi: Haa? If I’m out of place here, then aren’t the surroundings to blame!? Clearly, it’s not me. 
Izumi: それよりもさぁ、HiMERUのあやつ俺を見ても一言も挨拶もしなかったんだけど? 有り得なくない?
Izumi: Isn’t it more that that HiMERU guy didn’t say a single word to greet me when I saw him? Did you consider that possibility?
Izumi: あいつ、絶対に俺に気づいてたのに故意に無視したでしょ? あいつとは最近よく一緒に組んで仕事してるのにさぁっ?
Izumi: That guy totally recognized me and yet ignored me on purpose, right? Even though he and I have been working well together lately, riiiight?
Izumi: 礼儀知らず過ぎるよねぇっ? チョ〜うざぁい!
Izumi: The time to be rude has passed, riigght? Sooooo~ annoying! 
Ritsu: 仕方ないよ。セッちゃんを知れば知るほど、"こいつとは関わらんとこ" って誰もが思うから
Ritsu: It can’t be helped. The more people get to know you, Secchan, the more they think: “what’s up with this guy?” 
Izumi: どういう意味っ!?
Izumi: What’s that supposed to mean!? 
Ritsu: そのまんまの意味
Ritsu: That, right there, is what it means. 
Ritsu: 。。。。。。それよりも、そっちは大丈夫だったの? 俺たちはまぁ、何事もなく “Crazy:B” との会合を終えたけど?
Ritsu: ……Other than that, was everything alright? I guess we finished our meeting with “Crazy:B” without incident? 
Leo: う〜ん、微妙
Leo: Yee~ah, seems iffy.
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Izumi: うん。。。。。やっぱり、どうしても予定は動かせないみたい。仕方ないけどねぇ、アレは欧州でも最大規模の祭典だっていうし
Izumi: Yeah….. In any case, I can’t really change my plans. It’s the biggest festival in Europe so it can’t really be helped, y’know? 
*Literally the buying and selling of words.
**Traditional Japanese style inn.
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