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teyamsatan · 11 months

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𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕄𝕖 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕀𝕀: 𝕀 𝔸𝕞 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥, 𝔹𝕦𝕥 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

synopsis: in order to fulfil your revenge plans on Neteyam, you have to give up a lot of your life, including a future with a man who loves you dearly.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (@lanasblood trying to be better about this), smut (fingering, orgasm denial), strong language, neteyam and reader being horrible to each other lol

wc: 6.5k words

a/n: things are starting to get spicy besties 😌 i have to admit, although i am a lot more comfortable with friends-to-lovers, or more angsty tropes, i adore writing the sexual tension that comes with e2l and i hope i did it justice and you enjoy this chapter. i can't wait to hear your thoughts, bbs and thank you again for all the love and support on this series xx (thank you very much also to @cinetrix for her amazing Neteyam art ily bestie x)

this is only half proof-read, so if you see any mistakes no you don't

na'vi compendium: yawne - beloved, Tsakarem - Tsa'hik in training, tìlor - beauty, txepvi - spark

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In a perfect world, I'd kill to love you the loudest But all I do is live to hurt you soundless Say you see I'm lying, babe, and let this go I can never promise you tomorrow

The departing footsteps echoed through the forest as O'ì'en left you all alone, with a broken heart and the man that broke it, and the feeling left you empty, the hurt of what transpired, of what he did, what you did, how with each passing blow to each other’s lives, this was no longer just a petty rivalry but felt like so much more, like too much more. You threatened him, you spit all sorts of petty warnings about hell and burning - and in the heat of the moment, that sounded cool, and doable. Not anymore, as you stood motionless in the clearing and realised that Neteyam still had so much power over you, that his grasp on your life and on your heart was so tight, tighter than anyone else’s, tight enough to bruise and crush it with a tug of his fisted fingers. You removed yourself from his grasp like his touch burned you, which it felt like it did, and put distance in between your bodies, so that you could see him, so that you could clear your mind, so that his presence wouldn’t have the effect on you it always did, that you were sure was just your body recoiling in hatred, that always manifested itself in goosebumps and shivers down your spine.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” The tears stung as you willed them back into your tear ducts. It’s been 7 years since Neteyam has seen you cry, and you’ll be damned if that would ever change, and especially right now, as you watched the smirk grow with every departing step, with every erratic blink of your eyes, as you tried to stop them from falling down your face, as he knew he got to you, that he made you pay for the words you uttered to him before.

“Oh, yawne. One day you’ll learn to not punch above your weight, and I guess since no one else is willing to, it falls onto me to teach you.” He walks slow, purposeful steps as he nears you once more, and his eyes boring into you, filled with intensity and a feeling you couldn’t quite place, that didn’t quite match the arrogance staining his lips like poison, stilled you in your spot, until he was so close, you could feel his warm breath and musky scent, until your heart boomed painfully in your chest, echoing loudly in your ears, marginally drowning out his next words.

“Did you really think you could threaten me and everything I’ve worked for, my relationship and the rest of my life, without any repercussions, huh? Did you really think I would go down without a fight?”

His hand raised and reached to push some unruly strands of hair out of your face, and you couldn’t look away from the soft glimmer in his eyes, that was so at odds with the rest of his face, you wondered if he even knew it was there. You wondered if he knew what it signified, because you didn’t. And despite your best efforts otherwise, you couldn’t deny the curiosity that deluged you, to try and find out.

The hint in his molten golden orbs dissipated as quickly as it appeared, and so did any middling emotion that tried you, as you once more found yourself reaching for your knife and unsheathing it, holding it in between both your hands, aiming for a shoulder… or a neck, and with a feral growl, you pushed your entire forced into the blow, and yelped in pain as one of his hands wrapped around both your wrists and twisted until the knife dropped pitifully on the ground with a loud clink. Tears threatened you once more at how futile the effort had been, how easy for him to overpower you like you were nothing more than a child, or a doll. He pinned your hands above your head and pushed you until your back collided with the bark of a tree and you felt the wind getting knocked out of your lungs at the contact.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… why must you always resort to violence… yawne?” Your eyes widened as the hand that wasn’t holding you ghosted over your cheeks, tracing the air right above your lips with his thumb, and you were struggling, yet again, with the feelings that were plaguing you, that made burning appear everywhere his fingers were, burning the travelled down your body until they reached your core, that throbbed and clenched, that desperately asked you for something you would never, ever give it. After exploring your face, and tracing your jaw, his fingers finally settled on your chin, pushing it gently until your face angled upwards to meet his and no further breath could inch its way down your airways at the sight of him, at the way he looked at you, at the way it made you feel.

“You told me that you won’t mind burning in Hell as long as I burn with you. Well…” he broke eye contact to look around him at the forest surrounding you both. “Do you hear that, yawne? Fire is catching. And looks like we’re going to get to burn together after all.”

“Let me go. I told you what would happen if you ever touched me again.” His smirk never faltered, but only deepened as his eyes trailed over your body, settling on your lower abdomen.

“Mmm, yawne. I’m not sure you mean that.” It was your turn to reciprocate his guise, no ounce of shame or hesitation on your face.

“Let me go and you’ll find out whether I mean it or not.” his eyes widened, if only for a split second, and you felt like you imagined his grip on you loosening, or the fleeting sight of goosebumps peppered on his chest and neck, where your warm breath touched him.

“Are you really going to miss your chance to find lover boy and apologise like the good girl you like people to think you are?”

Your eyes lost momentary focus as he spoke. His words, although as cruel as usual, made guilt peak its ugly head over the thin-veiled curtain it was hiding behind, and you knew he was right. This was irrelevant. This whole fandangle of aggression and snarky remarks you always engaged in was not what should be occupying your brain, it wasn’t what mattered. O'ì'en mattered. Fixing Neteyam’s damage… and your own - that’s the only thing that mattered right now.

“Funny how quickly you seem to have forgotten about the one you supposedly love so much when I have your hands pinned above your head, isn’t it… yawne.”

His hands trailed over your arm as if on accident as he let you go and you felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at his words, at his effect on you, at how hard you were fighting your own body and mind as they were struggling to regain composure from his touch, and his voice, and his presence.

Hate. That’s all it was. It consumed you, and you wish it didn’t, but at the end of the day, it was still just harmless, bona fide, unadulterated hate. You ignored the way your cheeks caught fire and burned beneath your skin as you ran towards the village, towards where you assumed O’i’en was headed, without sparing your biggest, your only enemy a second glance.

'Cause I have yet to learn how not to be his This city will surely burn if we keep this as it is

You spent hours searching for him, but despite trying every place you knew he liked to frequent, all efforts proved futile. You knew he wouldn’t want to be found, but still, you held a glimmer of hope in your heart that at least subconsciously, he’d want you to find him, to allow him to explain what was mostly inexplainable and inexcusable - you couldn’t blame him for proving you wrong.

Eventually, as eclipse was nearing with each passing moment, defeated and regretful, you went to the nearby river, that was almost deserted due to the approaching evening, that you hoped would bring you some answers, or some solace… some strength. What were you supposed to do? Were you supposed to listen to Eywa, and your own heart telling you to go for this mateship that you knew was wrong, but felt drawn towards, for your own twisted, sadistic reasons? Or should you listen to your mind who told you to fight for what you knew would be a comfortable, healthy future, one that didn’t particularly enthral you, but hoped you could aspire to and embrace in time, with the insight that came with getting older? As always, the war between your mind and heart led to a painful impasse where both of them were bloodied and injured, but no discernible winners were left to claim victory on the choice, or on all the questions that plagued you.

You recognised Jake’s steps and his scent as he approached you, and you sighed. You were not in the mood for a lecture. Sure enough, he sat next to you, looking at the waterfall falling violently into the otherwise peaceful river, that rippled and bruised at the contact. It was funny to you now, sitting here, how that was a perfect metaphor for your relationship with Neteyam, how in his presence, you were just a river, and he was a force of nature, there to disturb and perturb, there to change you, so aggressive and formidable, and so strangely necessary. You were sad at how much his presence in your life mattered, how you knew that despite all the hurt and the pain, you owed him so much of who you were, so much of where you were. Because he pushed you every day, to be better, to strive for more, to want to be more like him in some ways, less like him in others - a better daughter, a better friend, a better sibling, a better soldier, a better warrior, a better clan member.

“Hey, kid. What are you doing here, eclipse will be upon us soon. You know the rules.”

“I know the rules, Jake. And with all due respect, right now, I really couldn’t care less about them.”

You turned to him and noted his expression melting from one of annoyance, raised eyebrow and an open mouth, ready to chastise you for your insubordination and recalcitrance, into a soft and pitying one, as he took in your tear-stained face and trembling lips. You never cried, not in front of anyone who mattered, so the fact that here you stood, so obviously distressed, concerned Jake more than he could say out loud.

“What’s wrong, baby girl? What happened?”

“I… I need to find O'ì'en… I’ve been looking for hours, but I can’t find him. Have you seen him anywhere?” Your sniffles and a hoarse, broken voice were more than enough to bring a grimace to the Olo’eyktan’s face.

“Oh, honey…” his arms circled your much smaller body and he squeezed, the much needed hug warm and very welcome. Your hand tightened around his forearm, and you started sobbing silently as he held you. You’ve always been immensely grateful for the Sullys and their patriarch, but especially so in moments like this, when his paternal instincts kicked in, a role he was much better at than he ever gave himself credit for.

“I ruined it… I ruined everything. I should have told him, I should have been honest with him. I should have come to you and asked you to free me of this responsibility that I never wanted to shoulder in the first place.”

“You can still ask, kid. We would never force you into something you genuinely aren’t comfortable with, and you should know that. In fact, you do know that. But you didn’t come. Why?”

You had no answer to that, because truthfully, you didn’t know. Getting revenge on Neteyam wasn’t a good enough answer, and more and more, you realised that - and you knew Jake would challenge you on it as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Getting revenge isn’t a good enough reason to sacrifice your own happiness, and liberty, your future as a warrior and your future with the man you wanted to want so badly. It wasn’t a good enough reason because it wasn’t the reason - not the only reason, not the full reason, but that was something you couldn't think about, you couldn't even fathom, not yet, so you didn't.

At your lack of response, Jake sighed and looked contemplatively at the river being perturbed by the waterfall crashing on it, at the way the water rippled and undulated, at the way the bioluminescent glow of the underwater plankton, that was visible now that eclipse settled over the land, warped under its force.

“Did I ever tell you I had this girlfriend back on Earth? This was when I was young, about your age.” You shook your head softly, not looking at him, still focused and mesmerised by the same view he was studying.

“She was amazing. So kind, and sweet, and beautiful… and good. Too good for me. And I loved her. She was the first girl I looked at and thought that maybe, just maybe, she would be the one. I used to pick her up after her classes were over and we would just drive in my car, just down the coast, in Anaheim at sundown, and I remember feeling so happy, thinking that I would feel this way the rest of my life.”

You thought about that, and about your boyfriend, who very much seemed like what Jake was describing, who brought you comfort and safety. You thought about walking with him in this place Jake called Anaheim, in a heavenly place away from hurt and pain, away from mistakes and fears, just two people who loved each other, who wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. You felt grief envelop you when the face that appeared in your visions wasn’t the one you wanted to see, the one you hoped you’d see, the one you needed to see. You hated your brain and your heart for not allowing you to commit to him the way you knew you should, in the way that would ensure you a future of happiness and peace, a love worth harbouring, a pure and kind love, just like the one Jake described.

“What happened? Between… you and her, I mean?” Jake shrugged, a small, content smile on his face.

“It just didn’t work out. I joined the military, she continued her studies. We would have never worked. I wasn’t good enough for her, and she deserved someone who could love her the way she was meant be loved. Anaheim is still a beautiful memory to me, and I’ll always cherish it, but it made way for something much, much better. For both of us.

I think sometimes we hold on to things we think we need, we want to want, but these things pertain to a version of ourselves that isn’t fully authentic. I think it’s easy to pretend when we’re with certain people that life is one way, that we could fit in it, in this world we’ve created in our heads, in the world that they inspire, but the sooner we accept the realities of our circumstances, of who we are and where we truly belong, the more time we have to enjoy life for how it’s meant to be lived: fully, wildly, being wholly ourselves.”

He stood up and headed back towards the village, not before giving you an affectionate pat on the head and a squeeze of your shoulders. His last words echoed in your ears long after he departed, leaving you with so much to think about, and so much pain at knowing he was right, and that soon, you’d have to break a heart and learn to mend your own.

“You can still ask, kid. I just think, deep down, Anaheim isn’t for you… just like it wasn’t for me.”

But I'd give anything to stop time And drive around Anaheim at sun down And teach my mind to put you first

It took the whole night, but you eventually found him, after a painful conversation with his mother, at a different river he used to love coming to as a little kid with his father, one much further away from the village. He was sitting on the river bank, lost in thought, his feet dangling mindlessly in the water that rushed downstream, agitated and tumultuous, much like your mind. You sighed deeply, trying your hardest to build up the courage for the most difficult conversation you’ve ever had, one in which you knew the end result was a broken heart, one that you caused, that you never meant to, that you would never want. You knew what it was like to be broken-hearted, sad and unmoored from the reality you’ve built up in your mind, from your hopes and dreams, from the future you were promised and now will never have again. But after the conversation with Jake, you knew it was the right thing to do. You loved O'ì'en, you truly did, just not enough to ever give him everything he needed and deserved, not for the rest of your life. You had darkness in you he would never be skilled enough to wander through, to bring light into, and you would never want him to try, not when it would dim his own light, that deserved to be nourished and heightened by someone, who much like him, was good and pure, and better than you’d ever be.

“O'ì'en…”

He wasn’t startled by your presence. His gaze didn’t shift from where it was intently fixed, and you knew you shouldn’t expect that it did. You wouldn’t want to look at yourself, either.

“You know, I watched for so long the interactions between you and Neteyam, and they always made me sad and uncomfortable. The hatred that I could not understand, that seemed to occupy so much of your time and space in both your minds, that consumed you both. I watched it, and I wanted to say something, but I never thought it was my place. It hurt me, seeing you suffer at his hands, and hurt me that you always reciprocated, that you never took the high road, that you always felt the need to one-up him, to give as good as you got. It was so toxic and unhealthy, and I hoped in time, you’d move away from it. I hoped I could help you. But now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to, not anymore. And I don’t know if I want to.”

Tears rolled down your face with every word uttered, with every sentence that cut deeper and deeper in you, until you were bleeding and bruised, until it all hurt, being here, seeing him, hearing him, the past and the future, the present and your actions, and Neteyam’s actions, and everything that lead to this moment. It was so much easier to get your heart broken, you realise faintly, than to break a heart. Heartbroken, you could pity yourself, victimise yourself, tell yourself and the world that it’s not you, but the other person, the one who instigated it. You can sleep at night knowing you were wronged, that if it wasn’t for the pain that someone else caused you, things would be different, easier. There was nothing easy about watching a good person suffer and knowing you caused it, and you wondered how you were ever going to fall asleep again, how were you going to be able to live with yourself.

“I didn’t choose this, O'ì'en… any of this. I need you to know this. Mo’at asked us to come to her as a matter of urgency the other day, she told us that Eywa gave her a sign, showed her a vision, and that by her will, Neteyam and I will have to become a mated-pair.” You felt bad about leaving out certain… extenuating circumstances, but you realise that sometimes, certain things are better left unsaid and once some words are uttered, some actions taken, they can’t be recalled, they can’t be reversed, they won’t dematerialise - their echoes will forever ring through time, leaving damage and hurt in their wake, and you didn’t want that - not for him.

“Have you told her you don’t want to? Have you gone to the Tsa’hik, or the Olo’eyktan, or the Tsakarem and talked to them, told them you are in love with someone else, that you made up your mind? Did you fight for us at any point? For me?”

Your eyes widened at his words, that had an edge to them you’ve never observed in him before, that you didn’t even realise he was truly capable of. The words stung needles on your skin and in your eyes, that had prickling tears still falling uninterrupted, like summer rain, soaking your heart and soul that hurt because you knew that you couldn’t give him an answer that would satisfy him… you couldn’t give him an answer at all.

“They look at you like you’re their daughter. They would listen to you if you asked. But you didn’t, did you?”

“I once overheard Lo’ak talk about you and Neteyam to his human friend. He was concerned about you. About both of you. But aside from that, he talked about you two like you were an inevitability. About passion that ran so deep there was no way only hatred fuelled it. That there must be something underneath it all. I heard this and it made me angry at the time… I thought that he was unreasonable and out of line. Naively, I took your affection at face value and never looked beyond. Until now, that is. When I realised that in our time together, all the time we shared, all the moments that were sweet and innocent and everything I’ve ever wanted, you’ve never once shared even a fraction of that passion for me.”

“O'ì'en, no…”

“I think, deep down, you don’t want to get out of this because it’s finally a way to bridge the gap that has existed between you and Neteyam for so long, a gap you secretly wished had never existed. I think you’ve been in love with him since you were children, and this was the perfect opportunity to change a path you thought was set in stone before. I think he’s in love with you, too. But both of you are too mean, too stubborn with each other to see past your differences. To talk.”

“You’re wrong.” The temper was rising in your chest as his head continued shaking, denying your statement, as his words were processing in your mind, the unbelievable, insane, unreasonable words that you couldn’t believe were being uttered right before you, not by him. You wanted to scream at him, to shout and tell him that it’s all wrong, all of this, everything is all wrong. That the passion he’s talking about is just intense dislike that was so grand, so overpowering, it couldn’t be contained inside your body, nor inside his. That you were not in love with Neteyam - you hated Neteyam. With every fibre of your being, you loathed the man that hurt you so deeply, so intimately, for so long, that forsook the past you shared and the memories you made and what you meant to him, or what he meant to you.

You wanted to tell him that he’s delusional in ever thinking that man could ever be in love with you, when all he did was find new ways to torture you, to belittle you, to make you feel lesser than him, lesser than anyone he knew. How could that ever be love? How could that ever work? This was love. What you had with O'ì'en. Pure and good and kind and easy. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt, right? Love was supposed to feel natural, like coming home after a long, exhausting day, it wasn’t supposed to be what made the day long and exhausting in the first place. He was so wrong.

But you didn’t find it in you to argue with him. Not with him. Someone else will have to bear the consequences of your repressed anger, but not O'ì'en, because he deserves better than what he got, and what you gave, and in truth.. none of this mattered anyway. Arguing would make no difference in this doomed relationship, so you calmed yourself for the time being and spoke in as even of a tone you could manage.

“O'ì'en… I think you’re wrong. But, it doesn’t matter. You’re right that I didn’t talk to Mo’at, and that I should have. Regardless of the circumstances that led to this, I am so sorry. I will forever be sorry for the way you found out, for the way this came to be. I’m so sorry you had to be collateral damage in a war that is only mine to bear. I had a whole plan about how to tell you, I had so many things I wanted to say to you. That I’m grateful to you, and that I love you. That I’m sorry it wasn’t the way that you deserve to be loved, but I do love you. That I will never forget you, and your affection that shone so brightly over me, that was a safe haven from the bad storms I’ve had to weather for so long. That I’ll be sorry every day that I wasn’t good enough for you, but am relieved by the notion that one day, you’ll find someone so much better than me, someone who will be able to give you everything you deserve and then some, and I’m relieved in knowing you will be thankful to have been rid of me.”

You decided this would have to be enough for now. One day, maybe you’ll be able to face him again. One day, maybe he’ll even be able to spare you a glance, or a smile. But not today.

“I hope you forgive me one day.”

“Me, too.”

But I'd give anything to stop time, commit to you and not crimes Against your truth and lose sight of every divide threatening to undo this story But baby, I'm so sorry, I don't think that I'll ever memorise this route

It was a long way back to the village, and with every step taken and every moment passed, the anger that you tried to stifle for his sake came back ten fold - the tiring days of fighting, of crying, of suffering, of uncertainty and rampant emotions all building up within you, all coming to a calamitous zenith that threatened to spill all around you, that begged and urged for revenge, for payback on the man that caused it all, the man that was at the centre of all your life’s woes.

He ruined your relationship? Well… let’s see how he’ll like a taste of his own medicine. You knew exactly where you’ll find him, because you knew he’d be in the place he knew he could pester you the most, in a place that’s supposed to be yours, that he tainted over and over, that you will make sure to conquer back from him, the way you eventually would all of the pieces of yourselves he’s taken from you through time.

Your tent was quiet and untouched, unlike the little nook behind it, that was completely segregated from the rest of the clan, an oasis of secrecy and privacy in an otherwise bustling environment. A place that should be yours alone, but now hid two Na’vi, one of them mewling softly at the actions of the other. Neteyam was focused on his mate’s neck, their make-out session so intense, they didn’t even notice you until it was too late, until you stood behind them, until your presence was announced by a deep sigh and a disappointed click of your tongue.

“Oh, how disappointing.”

The girl let out a distressed yelp at your voice and pushed Neteyam off of her, eliciting a deep growl from the man that was less than impressed by the interruption.

“Am I interrupting?”

You saw Neteyam’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, at the way he knew what was coming. You laughed at his expression. What did he think was going to happen after what he’s done? What did he think you were going to do finding them here? The evil smirk that possessed you reminded you of his, and you wondered if this is how panicked you looked, too, when you saw him approaching you and O'ì'en.

“You know, if you’re going to continue going against the Olo’eyktan and the Tsa’hik’s wishes and cheat on your mate, I wouldn’t do it… you know, right outside of her tent.”

“WHAT?!” The high-pitched screech nearly deafened you, but you didn’t let it show. Instead you just watched as Neteyam scrambled to get himself out of the eye of the storm threatening to tear him apart.

“Tìlor, I -“

“Ah, your boyfriend didn’t tell you?” Your smile was sickeningly sweet as you approached the couple, stopping right next to Neteyam, placing a hand on his arm, tracing the protruding veins that made saliva pool in your mouth, and you bit back a laugh at the girl’s rabid look, that looked a lot like she was going to pounce on you at any given moment - you hoped she did. Nothing would make you happier than to have an excuse to rearrange her braids. This girl that always looked down on you, that looked at you like you were an outsider or a freak, that never even tried to mask her jealousy, her disdain, her fear at the fact the Sullys preferred you, and always will.

“I will be your Tsa’hik soon. Isn’t that right… yawne?”

“So unless you want me to go and tell the clan leaders… and your mother… and your father, and everyone who matters that you’ve been fucking someone else’s mate and watch as little by little, your entire world falls apart around you, I suggest you realise this man right here, he’s not worth it. Not worth all the drama, not worth all the fuss. Just go, and find yourself a single mate, and give thanks to Eywa she’s rid you of him, cause damn, I know I wish I could be.”

The hatred in her eyes was slowly replaced with fear and embarrassment, and for a second, just a second - you felt bad for her. Because no matter how badly she’s treated you, how she’s adopted Neteyam’s behaviour as her own with no reason or rhyme, much like O'ì'en, she was also just another collateral victim in a war that kept claiming lives and hearts, and you wondered where, if at all, the line would be drawn, when, if ever, would enough be enough?

You watched as she scrambled to fasten her top around her neck properly and without another word, she was gone, leaving just you and Neteyam alone, with enough tension in the air around you to suffocate you, to feel like smoke from a fire so grand, you didn't know if weren’t skilled enough to put out.

'Cause I have yet to know how to be mine You can try to unearth this soul I swear you'll hate what you find

“Why?”

“You’re making out with someone behind my tent, knowing that would piss me off, after what you did yesterday, and you have the nerve to ask me why?” you threw your head back and laughed at the outrageousness of the question. Neteyam wasn’t stupid - far from it. He was also not naive, or oblivious, or harebrained. The question had no business coming out of his mouth, but yet it did. You didn't have time to ponder the reasons why.

“You see, Neteyam, I think you came here because you knew I’d come. Because you secretly wanted me to. Because you know deep down that this girl has nothing to offer you, and you just needed an easy way out to rid yourself of her, and you needed me to do your dirty work for you again. Well, you’re welcome, Neteyam. What the fuck would you ever do without me, huh?”

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite. All the theatricals of being heartbroken over what I did to O'ì'en and then you do the exact same thing to someone else, someone innocent.”

“Innocent, ha! You think I give a shit about your little girlfriend’s feelings, when you treated O'ì'en the way you did? He didn’t deserve this, Neteyam. Any of this. He’s good man, he respects you, and looks up to you. He -“

“He should have known better than to associate himself with you.” His bared fangs didn’t do as much to scare you, not nearly as much as his proximity to you did, at the way his eyes stared daggers at your face, that even in the heat of the moment, at the peak of anger and hatred, couldn’t help settle on your parted, wet lips. “He should have known better and realise that all you bring in people’s life is disappointment and pain. He also should have known better and realise you didn’t love him. That you never will. That you might try to act like it and convince yourself, but someone like him would never, ever satisfy you.”

“And who the fuck would satisfy me, Neteyam? You? That’s rich. I bet your poor little girlfriend’s happy she’s rid of you. Bet you haven’t made her cum once. Too busy thinking of training and ruining my life, too busy thinking about how great you think you are to make room for anyone else in there.” You poked him in the chest with your index finger, right over his heart. Your touch lingered on his body, somehow unable to bring yourself to stop, half in awe at the way his heart was racing, at the way yours beat almost in sync with his, at the way you tried to convince yourself it’s because of the anger you were feeling, and no other reason.

“Yeah? Is that what you think?”

And there he was again, once more grabbing you by your throat, and you wanted to object, and fight him, but you didn’t - you couldn’t -, not as you felt throbbing deep within you at the action, not as you had to push your thighs together to accommodate for the increasingly uncomfortable sensation, not as your loincloth was becoming more and more damp by the second. And you remember your words, and remember that you told him that if he ever touched you again, you’ll make him pay for it, but right now, in this moment, you couldn’t find it in you to speak a word, as the intensity of his gaze knocked the air out of your lungs and his fingers squeezed just enough so no more could get back in you. Your back scratched painfully against a tree as he pushed you into it, and you couldn’t help a small moan as his other hand pushed your loincloth to the side, brushing over your folds that were now sopping and swollen. He let out a soft chuckle as he felt you.

“If that’s what you really thought, you wouldn’t be dripping on my fingers right now, tsxepvi.”

Slowly, deliberately, he started exploring your heat, thumb ghosting over your clit as he watched you squirm under his touch, struggling between what you knew you should do, between your conscious mind telling you you were going to pay for this in tears and heartache, and your subconscious mind screaming to let go, to embrace the overbearing desire to give in to him, as you did in the dreams you convinced yourself in time were nightmares, but knew more and more each day that it was just another lie you told yourself to keep going.

One side of you won by a landslide, as he gently pushed two fingers in you, as he started increasing the pressure with which he was massaging your clit, and it felt so good, too good, better than anything you’ve ever felt before. You tried to contain the sounds coming through gritted teeth with all your might, knowing what he was doing, knowing giving him any indication of the pleasure he was giving you would mean another thing you’d have to pay for later, knowing you couldn’t allow him to enjoy this, you couldn’t possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing he could do this to you, but you couldn’t stop, not when his fingers curled in you and found the spongy part that made you see glimmering, blinding lights and his thumb circled your needy bud in the perfect way to heighten the sensations running through you, electrifying your every nerve. The moans turn into mewls as he increases the pressure and his pace, and you felt the pleasure in you reach a high that you were ready to ride out, your orgasm so close you could practically taste it, and you’re barely able to think about how fucking quick it was, how it took no time at all for him to get you there, how skilled his fingers, as they worked his ministrations on you. You had no will to think about what the fuck was happening, how weird it was, how the man you’ve hated for so long is doing this to you, before the feeling got too overwhelming to be contained anymore.

“Fuck, i’m gonna -“

“That’s right, tsxepvi. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You want to come for me?”

“Argh, I-“

The moan you let you wasn’t of pleasure, it was of deep, throbbing pain as the emptiness overtook you, as soon as he removed his fingers.

He smirked, an evil smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, as his fingers found his lips and he sucked on them, his tongue swirling in between them, licking every single drop.

“You taste fucking amazing, tsxepvi. Maybe next time, if you apologise and behave, you’ll actually get to cum.”

And with that, he was gone, living you an empty, horrified mess, as the high came crashing down violently and the consequences of the last few minutes replaced it to lead you in a spiral of mixed thoughts and feelings, each one more terrifying than the last.

'Cause I am lost, but not in you Yes, I am lost, but not in you

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lovelyhan · 10 months

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Hii Kai how about hooking up lee Chan at home football game where he should be benched but he’s off playing with you instead 🥴 congrats on your milestone bb 💕

02:40 — CHAN

it's a crime how it took me so long to actually work on this AHSHSJA thank you for the mental image of jock dino ditching his games for some pussy nana ur brain is so big 😽😽😽 + this kind of reads more like crack than smut so i hope you forgive me HAHSJW

it's the biggest match of the season. there's equally high stakes for both teams playing and the audience is nothing if not fired up.

team captain choi seungcheol considers this as the game that'll make or break their career as a team, so it's only proper for him to do his usual headcount. but when he notices that they're one person short—

"vernon," he calls out to one of the younger members, frustration making itself known on his face. "have you seen chan? the game's about to start."

the younger athlete stares at him quizzically. "uh, he said he had to go home early. something about a sprained ankle. but won't it be fine? he's benched for today anyway isn't—"

"he went home early 'cause of what?!"

"...a sprained ankle?"

vernon doesn't quite understand why seungcheol is simultaneously having a meltdown and looking like he's about to plan lee chan's funeral and burial all by himself.

"a sprained ankle," the captain begins, pinching the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh, "is code for pussy appointment. that asshole ditched us to get his dick wet!"

on the other side of campus, lee chan sneezes in the middle of fucking your brains out.

"whoa," you chuckle, reaching out to pat your boyfriend's face lightly. "you okay, baby?"

despite being balls deep inside you, chan shivers for reasons completely unrelated to the feel of your cunt squeezing around his dick. "i feel like someone's plotting my death right now."

"channie, that's the most unsexy thing you've told me ever." you roll your eyes, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him closer. "can you go back to rambling about how good my pussy feels?"

seeing as he's very much still hot and hard inside you, it seems that your boyfriend wasn't that thrown off by his mid-coitus sneeze. he simply sighs, stares down at you and the spill of your pretty breasts before fucking into you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall.

"love it when your tits bounce like that," he moans, leaning down to latch his lips around your pebbled nipples.

"y-you love my tits all the time," you accuse, trying your best not to let out any noises that are too embarrassing to bear. "when you saw me in my cheer uniform earlier, you dragged me all the way back to your dorm just to fuck me!"

"can't help it, baby," chan laughs before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your nose. "that skimpy uniform makes your tits pop out perfectly. good thing i'm not playing today 'cause everyone would've seen my erection in the middle of the field."

you keen sharply when the head of his cock grazes against your g-spot—all snarky comments about his unsolicited plan to sneak out of the game for a pussy appointment going up in smoke.

"r-right there, channie—shit," you whimper, fucking yourself back on his cock to match his fervor. "cock's splitting me so fucking good..."

"that so?" he whispers breathlessly, wandering hands pawing at your breasts before he suckles on them. "does that mean you'll let me drag you off for more quickies from now on?"

"don't caaare," comes your drawled out plea, clammy hands reaching between your legs to rub your clit in tight circles. "'m so close, channie. wanna cum on your cock. please, please, please. want it—need it."

one minute you're scolding him for being unsexy, and the next you're drooling over his pillows as he fucks you stupid. if chan wasn't as desperate to dump his load inside you as he is, he would've dragged this out just to tease you.

"good fucking girl," he hisses when he feels your walls tighten around his length—egging him on to fuck you through your release as he chases after his own orgasm.

when chan spills his cum into your quivering cunt, you let out the prettiest little moan that could beat any sort of practiced cheer from a crowd of spectators. he'd prefer to see the redness dusting your fucked out face over any trophy they're set to win.

and he'd rather lie in bed with the love of his life than warm a bench for the entirety of a game.

"cheol's gonna kill you when he sees you again, you know."

that's the first thing you say when chan brings you to the bathroom—taking the act of aftercare as seriously as ever.

"i know," he says coolly, rubbing a damp washcloth between your thighs.

"and really? you told vernon you sprained your ankle?"

"hey, i'm sure he isn't gen-z enough to know what i really meant."

"yeah, but cheol will definitely understand once vernon tattles on you. i'd be lucky if i still have a boyfriend that's alive once the day ends."

for all your unsolicited concern, chan decides to lean forward and press a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. the expression on your face flits between surprise and endearment and irritation so quickly, chan almost laughs.

"that's what good pussy does to a motherfucker," he murmurs before pressing another kiss on the corner of your mouth. "now let me clean you up before i get in the mood to fuck you again."

⟢ end notes: this is probably the most unserious thing i've written in a while lmfao a million apologies if it only seems half coherent bc it is <333

#seventeen smut #lee chan smut #dino smut #chan smut #svthub #seventeen fanfic #📝 drabble #💭 request #💘 nana #lovelyhan

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munson-blurbs · 6 months

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I’m torn between snickers and sour patch kids with butterfinger and Steve Harrington, so I’ll leave the first part up to you and your genius mind 🩵

I did a lil bit of both, bb. I hope you like it!

Forced proximity/Shy!Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings: Steve is an ass (kind of enemies-to-lovers), semi-public making out, mention of a boner hehe

WC: 1k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so,” Steve starts, adjusting his company-required sailor hat, “there’s a whole method to getting the proper scoop. You can’t just go plunging in all willy-nilly.” He dunks the ice cream scooper into the vat of mint chocolate chip and creates a perfect sphere, plopping it into the empty cup with a triumphant smile. “Now, it’s your turn.”

You hesitantly take the scooper from his outstretched hand. “Yeah, okay.” This was supposed to be a fun summer job–a way to make some extra money before heading off to college in the fall. But you’ve only been here for two days, and Steve has been breathing down your neck the entire time.

You lean over to try and mimic his motions when he makes an obnoxious buzzer noise. “Nope, you gotta hold it in the middle, not the end.” He huffs out with an eye roll. “Here, I’ll show you. Again.”

That’s the final straw; the tears you’ve been holding back force their way forward. You dart into the walk-in freezer and let the heavy door slam behind you before breaking down into a sobbing fit.

“Hey! What the hell?” Steve drops the scooper, flips the “open” sign to “closed,” and follows after you. Light floods the freezer as he swings the door open, pulling it shut with a barely audible click. “What are you doing?”

You wipe your tear-stained cheeks, desperate not to let him see you cry. “I quit!” Your words are wobbly, and you push yourself up off of the ground as quickly as you can.

“You quit?!” He sputters, crossing his arms over his chest. “You haven’t even been here for two full shifts!”

“And you’ve made every last second of them miserable,” you mumble under your breath, reaching for the door handle. You pull it down, but the door doesn’t budge. Once more with some force leads to the same results.

You turn to Steve, who’s watching with a horrified look on his face. “Shit, shit, shit!” he mutters, yanking on the handle without success. “We’re, uh, locked in.”

Thanks, Einstein, you think wryly, but keep that retort to yourself. Instead, you slump back down and bury your head in your hands.

Steve sits next to you, knocking his knee into yours. “Robin’ll be here for her shift soon,” he says, “and then you can leave and never see me again.” When you don’t respond, he sighs and stands up, grabbing something from one of the shelves. You watch as he pulls out a whiteboard divided into two columns and uses the dry-erase marker to add a tally to the side labeled “YOU SUCK.”

“Wh-What’s that?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

“Oh, uh,” Steve shrugs, “just this stupid thing Robin made for whenever I inevitably screw up my chances with a pretty girl. Figured I’d beat her to the punch this time.”

You nod; he must’ve been flirting with a customer earlier today before you’d arrived. “Who was it?”

Steve cocks an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Who was the pretty girl? Did she go to Hawkins High?”

He nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Are…you can’t be serious.” When you only offer him a confused look, he lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “It’s you, all right? With your cute smile and the way you laugh…” He trails off, shaking his head.

It takes you several moments to process what he’s just said. “Me?!” you finally manage. There’s no way; there’s absolutely no way…

“You,” Steve confirms, nervously tucking a thumbnail between his teeth.

“If you…then why have you been…”

“An asshole?” he shoots you a guilty smile, raking his fingers through his hair. Even slightly mussed, it looks perfect. “That’s because in addition to being an asshole, I’m also an idiot. And I, uh, tried to convince myself that I hated you so that I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

You nod slowly, processing what he’s just told you. “That is…” you suck your teeth, “the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His laughter is genuine this time, and he shakes his head as he says, “Yeah…not my best idea.” He looks at you with wide eyes. “I do think you’re beautiful, though. And also really sweet and smart and, um, stuff.”

Despite the chill from literally being refrigerated, you feel heat creeping up your neck. “Steve, you don’t have to be nice to me now just because you feel bad,” you say softly, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice is barely audible over the whir of the freezers. He takes your hand in his. “I like you. A lot. And I’m sorry I was such a shit head the last few days. Can we have a do-over?”

You giggle, and when you duck to hide your face, he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, nudging it slightly upwards.

“I’m Steve,” he whispers, “and I’m going to kiss you now.” He ducks down and presses his lips to yours, gently parting them with his tongue. You accept his touch eagerly, melding your body with his.

Steve presses you up against the wall, his leg between yours. Hands glide up over your uniform, not daring to explore underneath quite yet. You cautiously tug on his little neckerchief, pulling him even closer.

You want more. You need more. You–

“Oh, my God! In the freezer? This is where we keep food!”

Steve jumps backwards, clearly embarrassed to be caught. “Jesus, Robin. A warning would’ve been nice.”

“I could say the same for you,” she bites back. “Go home, Steve. Your shift was over ten minutes ago.”

You shuffle out as quickly as possible, trying to hide your humiliation. Steve follows suit, but not before Robin mutters to him, “Nice boner, Casanova. Real subtle.”

“Shut up, Robs.” He adjusts himself over his pants, shifting his apron to better cover the evidence.

Robin rolls her eyes, catching sight of her infamous white board as she goes to shut the door. With a sigh, she begrudgingly adds the first-ever tally to the “YOU RULE” side.

#trope or treat #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things

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bcofl0ve · 1 year

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austin butler x single mom priscilla actress!reader social media imagine 📲🐣💙

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y/n life is strange, and terrifying and good and exciting all at once somehow. baby /lastname/ coming march ‘23.

edotpresley oh my god???

inthechapel baby her last name means it’s not austin’s pour one out guys 💔

bluemo0n i mean i’d hope not i don’t think kaia would appreciate that 😭

abutlers she seemed pretty close with the guy that plays scotty at cannes…👁👄👁

catherinemartindesigns So excited for you sweetheart!!!! xx

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justjared Only fools rush in? Elvis star Austin Butler and Kaia Gerber are pressing pause on their relationship. Head to the bio for everything we know.

abfan11 oh shit maybe y/n’s baby is his 🫣

bluemo0n it’s not, xaiver liked a comment about it being him and posted something on his story about adam dunn getting him a #1 dad mug

abfan589 still interesting timing idk!

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revealmoi

inthechapel baby daddy as in xaiver samuel??? he all but confirmed it was him a few weeks ago didn’t he???

bluemo0n yeah i wonder what happened he seemed like an alright guy 🥴

random975 mmm i heard he can be quite the asshole behind the scenes. not surprised by this tbh.

inthechapel elaborate bc what???

abfan07 not that austin stepping in isn’t sweet but i’d be hurt too if i was like kaia, it’s almost like he was just waiting around for a reason to go back to y/n.

abfan34 soulmates always find their way ba-*gunshots*

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y/n i didn’t know it was possible to love another person so much until i saw your little face. welcome home peyton 💙

inthechapel he is precious congrats y/n!!!!!

bazluhrmann Welcome Peyton, can’t wait to meet you real soon! ⚡️

austinbutler ❤️

bluemo0n oh now i’m really going to cry

abutlers i think he was there??? check tmz

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tmz_tv Austin Butler was all smiles arriving at Cedar Sinai Medical Center as friend and former co-star went into labor early this morning. Full video at the link in bio!

abutlers he looks so happy 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

inthechapel entering his not the step dad the dad that stepped up era

abfan11 are they even really together though? even tmz is just calling them friends

bluemo0n sounded like it was her he was on the phone with i think i heard him say ‘it’s gonna be fine i’m coming up now’ 🤕

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austinbnews Austin via his Instagram story, looks like he’s spending Mother’s Day with Y/N and Peyton!

abutlerfan11 waiting for the ‘they aren’t dating he’s just her friend and a nice guy’ truthers to explain this one

inthechapel louder!!!! 🎤

bluemo0n the little bb hand (,: i hope she has a great first mother’s day

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austinbutler #TheGoodOlDays

y/n i love love love you

austinbutler Love you more mamas.

abfan11 AUSTIN AND Y/N HARD LAUNCHED MOVE

inthechapel MAMAS??? lord i used to pray for days like these 🙏🏼🥲

ashleytisdale Does Peyton have a baby Carhartt jacket to go with the beanie??

y/n one of his own and one of austin’s that he slept with when he was on the MOA press tour and claimed as his

bluemo0n peyton sleeping with one of austin’s jackets when he’s away 😭😭😭😭😭 i can’t do dis

#sorry xaiver LOL this au needed a deadbeat father i’m sure you’re a great guy!!#also s/o to bestie callie inthechapel on twitter #and mel #austin butler #austin butler headcanon #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagines #austin butler headcanons #austin butler fanfiction

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 4 months

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You always talk to about Jackie being a terrible friend to Donna but imo the guys are much worse friends to Eric. Realistically Eric would not stay friends with someone who is hitting on his girlfriend, taking a picture up her skirt or even hiding in her closet

Oh no, I definitely agree. Hyde was a great friend and brother to Eric. They had a great bond in S1-3 (aside from when he and Jackie dined, dashed, and abandoned them lol along with that ridiculous era where Hyde was being a creep to Donna) but from there on, he was a dick. As annoying as it was that Jackie insulted E/D, Hyde seemed worse for that. Because he’s been Eric’s best friend since childhood. And he knows what’s like to not feel worthy of his partner and he does it anyway.

I hate the way he high fived Jackie here for burning Eric. The majority of the fandom is like ‘omg Zenmasters content!’ Which, no. Hyde was an asshole and so was Jackie. Not to mention in 5x05, Hyde was all ‘why is [Donna] with you again?’ Like FUCK, I really wanted Eric to say in that moment ‘Why’s Jackie with you?’ He may not have been as mean about E/D as Jackie was but that doesn’t make him any less of an asshole in my mind.

Oh and I’ve talking about this quite a bit, but the fact that Fez of all people as nerve to say shit about him ‘not deserving’ Donna, yet goes around watching girls change, taking pictures under Donna’s skirt like you said, and so much more. Fuck, he is such a pervert.

Kelso is self explanatory. Like Eric is still friends with him even after he slept with his older sister behind his girlfriend’s back, groping Donna, shooting his brother with a BB gun because he’s dating his ex.

I do think this is all way worse than the shit Jackie has done to Donna, don’t get me wrong. But it’s the fact that a lot of people think Donna is a bad friend and that JACKIE deserves better that gets me. From what I’ve seen, there still seems to be quite a people who think that Eric and Donna being unsupportive about JH for like 3 episodes is worse than Jackie and Hyde making snide remarks about ED for seasons.

#answered #love-geeky-fangirl #my meta #t7s meta #anti fez #anti steven hyde #anti michael kelso #anti jackie burkhart #just because #eric forman defense squad #donna pinciotti defense squad #edit: lmao i forgot about hyde's obsession with donna

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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all or nothing | stranger things ; b.hargrove

A/N ; So I've been dying to try writing for Billy Hargrove because his character is one of those polarizing ones. People who like him love him and people who hate him, whew.. They hate him. There was a lot of potential for him to change, to grow as a person and like I just... I really wanted to play around with that so... I will be trying my best to do that with him here... I think this will have a few parts to it, depends on what happens with my muse, I guess.

Anyway, here I go again.. Writing stuff. Doing things. Enjoy, hopefully? Also, fun fact. The name is from a theory of a deadman song.

Pairing ; Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; Like with my Eddie Munson reader fic, the Upside Down and all it's unholy terrors WILL BE LEFT OUT of this. This is yet another 'slice of life / teen rom com with a heap of angst' things. This takes place roughly a few weeks after Billy and Max's arrival to Hawkins.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars is the only person on my tag list for Stranger Things buuut... i'll throw a tag out to @rampagewriting -- feel free to ignore if you wanna bb!!. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; Billy being a bit of an antagonistic asshole who takes attention when he wants it, a hint of angst, take no shit reader, mentions of a poker game, mentions of a fight, billy kissing reader to shut her up / calm her down bc hot temper af. Also, also.. there are hints here that maybe reader has been disappointed / hurt / betrayed in the not so distant past...This one is kind of like... weird? I tried to write something soft and fluffy, okay? I triiiied. This is what came. So, I'm just gonna buckle in and see where it goes.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“What do you want, Hargrove?” you intone, not bothering to glance up from the cards in your hand. Billy lingers, gazing at your hand in the game.

You feel him staring and with quickness, you lower the cards out of sight. He smirks to himself and leans down, whispering loud enough that the guys gathered around the folding table in the back room of the arcade all can hear him, “I hope you plan on foldin’, darling. That’s a shit hand.”

You tense up and your jaw clenches tight.

“Fold.” any spunk you had previously was gone, the word was spat out flat. You were irritated. Billy was gone, leaving only a swinging blue door in his wake.

When you stand up from the table with enough force to send the chair toppling over, Keith and the three others involved in the low stakes poker game that was your weekly ritual all shared a look. It was Keith that jumped out of his chair and rushed out after you, determined to stop you before you did or said anything in the heat of the moment that might anger the notoriously hot-headed new king of Hawkins High.

But he didn’t quite make it in time.

When he walked out into the main area of the arcade he heard the shouting before he actually got to bear witness to the scene unfolding. As soon as he rounded the corner by the Pac Man machine and the row of Dig Dug machines, he got a real up close and personal view.

“Shit.” he rubbed his hand over his face.

You had Billy against the wall, your hand gripping at the collar of his shirt as you read him for filth in front of an entire room filled with the preteen set that frequented the place and you were furious. Livid. You were so angry about what he’d done that you were shaking.

Over by the pinball machine, Max Mayfield stood gaping.

Billy had been talking about you for weeks. Bitching, mostly. You were apparently the one girl who didn’t fall on her knees and worship him daily like he craved. And now, apparently, her older stepbrother had gone too damn far.

She grinned just a little.

It felt good to see someone give Billy a dose of his own medicine.

But when she caught a glimpse of Billy’s face, she was shocked to find that he wasn’t about to boil over and explode in rage like he’d normally do. No, he was taking it. Smirking, even.

He had mentioned at breakfast that he’d figured you out and he had a plan.

“All goddamn day, Hargrove. You’ve been popping up like a bad fuckin STD. Look, I dunno what the hell you’re on, buddy, but if you don’t fucking leave me alone, I’ll–” you grumble in exasperation because nothing you’re saying is getting through to the idiot. He's just standing there with that smug smirk on his stupid pretty lips and those baby blue eyes are fixed on you, sparkling with amusement.

“What the fuck do you want, huh? Why do you keep finding me? Look, you’ve got a fan club! Aren’t they enough?” your grip on his shirt is loosening and you step back and away from him, taking a few long and deep breaths as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. You’re just done with this whole bizarre fever dream of a day at this point.

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke you’re on, asshole, but it ends now. I’m not gonna crawl into your stupid fucking backseat just because you happened to make a lucky guess and gave me a sunflower this morning at school. I was an idiot one time, buddy. It’s not happening again.” you finish your rant and your chest is heaving as you work to catch your breath.

When it happens, Max is left gaping. Keith can only rub his temples because he can practically hear the unfiltered angry rant he’s going to have to endure as you and the boys get ready to close down the place for another night because every since the arrival of Billy Hargrove, all you’ve done is antagonize the guy and do everything you can to attempt making a dent in what Keith personally feels is an ego too large for this world.

Maybe even this galaxy.

Oh, it’s a running joke among Keith and the boys at this point. You want Billy and any day now, the truth is going to come spewing forth out of you in all its venom laced glory.

Keith just didn’t give Billy enough credit, of course, because he never saw this twist coming.

Billy’s big and rough hands settle on your hips and he pulls you against him completely. His lips latch against yours in a frenzy as one of his hands settles on your ass. And he smirks into the kiss when he squeezes your ass where he’s gripping it and uses that to rock you right up against him. Your hand starts out palm down against his shirt as if to shove him away but somewhere in between the time it takes him to trace the outline of lips he’s been dying to kiss for weeks now and the time it takes you to stop and give thought to shoving him away like you planned, your mouth falls open willingly. His tongue collides with yours and your palm down hand fists at the soft fabric of his white tee shirt.

“I can’t fucking believe this. Holy shit.” Keith laughs to himself. “I fucking called it.”

“Why isn’t she slapping the taste out of his mouth yet, c’monnn.” Max mumbles to herself but secretly, deep down inside, she’s a little too happy for her older stepbrother.

Because the past few weeks he’s been fixated on you -and why you don’t worship him like all the other girls, he’s seemed more alive. He’s fighting for something for once. His mood hasn’t really improved, but… He actually came into her room on more than one occasion. During which, he discussed the whole dilemma with her, at length.

It felt like he really tried to let her in the two times that happened. And if you brought that out in her older stepbrother then yes… she was happy he was finally going for it -and alternately, that you hadn’t slapped the taste out of his mouth yet.

Billy’s other hand tangled up in the way you’ve got your hair piled in a messy heap low on the back of your head and your hair tumbles free, his fingers catching in and tugging at soft strands. You whimper quietly and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard in his whole life.

He wants to cause you to make it over and over again. As much as he can for as long as he’s alive and breathing. Your tongue starts to take control and you start to respond to the kiss a lot more, coming alive while he’s got you crushed against him. Your hand catches in his hair and your fingers drag over his scalp as you tug at curls. You deepen the kiss after biting his bottom lip until he can feel the bruise he’s going to have there when the kiss breaks. A bruise that’s so deep it’ll probably still stain his lips tomorrow. Your body melts against his and the kiss grows more gentle. Slower. When you whimper a second time, he can’t resist the smirk that comes as the sound is swallowed whole by the way your mouths keep meeting. Passionate. He’s surprised when the multitude of feelings you’ve managed to bring out in him aren’t gone because he’s finally won, he’s gotten you firmly backed into a corner. No, he’s shocked to discover that he wants more. He needs it. He needs you. Somehow, the focus he’s fixed on you for the past few weeks have been the bright spot in his normally shitty life. It’s given him something else to think about.

He wants you. All to himself. The kiss he just gave you only added fuel to the fire he intended to put out by doing what he’s just done.

For the first time ever, Billy Hargrove has fallen victim to his own stupidity.

The thought is so overwhelming to the surly blond that he breaks the kiss and you pull apart to breathe.

You’re breathing heavily again but now, it’s for a different reason. Your lips are nice and swollen, bruising a little.

You wipe the back of your hand across your lips and Billy’s hand raises as if he wants to pull your hand out of the way because he wants to admire his handiwork. You swat his hand down with a scolding look and a shake of your head No.

“You fucking asshole. Ugh. Just like…You got what you wanted, okay? Fuck off already.” you grumble out the words more quietly. You step away again but you turn back to stare at him for a second or two, lost in the way blue eyes are practically glowing with smug pride.

“You’re lucky you’re like a fucking Adonis, dipshit, otherwise I would’ve ripped your dick off and strangled you with it for the shit you pulled in the blue room.” you say it simply, with the most casual of shrugs before slinking out of the arcade and into the night air. Around to the alley between the arcade and the department store right beside it where you lean against the wall and just laugh until you almost can’t anymore and you’re doubled over, clutching your sides.

All you can do about what just happened is laugh about it. And be secure in the knowledge that maybe now he’ll stop popping up all the damn time. Maybe he’ll leave you alone because you gave him something. He won and this doesn’t sit well with you at all.

But damn it, if you had a choice, you’d march back into that arcade and you’d do it again happily. Because the shocking part in all this is the simple fact that you enjoy the way he’s spent the past few weeks trying to antagonize and goad you into doing something. You frown a little because that little kiss in the arcade was probably his entire game coming to a close.

Billy’s throat clears from the top of the alley. You can see the way he’s leaned against the brick wall of the building. Arms folded over his chest. Staring at you intently in the dark.

You roll your eyes. “Look, take your one win and go, Mr. Popular. That’s what guys like you do, right?.” you call out as you do your best to pull yourself together again and dig around in search of your Zippo and the half crushed pack of Marlboro Reds you could’ve sworn you put in the hip pocket of your favorite leather jacket.

Billy makes his way down the alley, stopping in front of you. He takes out his own pack of cigarettes and holds it out to you. You glance at it -and him, warily.

He offers again, wordlessly.

You let him place the cigarette between your lips and light it. After a few long seconds, he speaks up quietly.

“I don’t wanna win. You’re not a prize, alright.”

You tilt your head, blowing out a ring of smoke as you tap your boot against cracked pavement. “Right. I bet you say that to all the girls, buddy.”

“It’s Billy.”

“Buddy, Billy, tomato, tomahto.” you drag your fingers through your hair and take another puff. “You jerks are all the same.”

“Is this about that idiot Oliver?” Billy questioned, tensing up as he said the name.

You tense up. “You heard, huh?”

“Mhm.” -what he doesn’t say is that Oliver is the reason for his first detention, the one he got last week. Because when he heard what the shithead had done, he’d caught him in the locker room and given him a little something to think about. Can’t run your mouth when it hurts to move your jaws, Billy figured.

“I hope you beat the living shit out of him when you two got into it in the locker room last week.” you mutter quietly. Billy chuckles. “You heard, huh?”

“It’s a small town. News travels, sir.”

When you call him sir, he steps closer to you. You’re hugging yourself against the breeze in the air. Teeth chattering.

“Cold, darling?”

“I’m good.” you insist. Billy sheds the denim jacket and holds it out to you. Again, you glance from jacket to jacket’s owner with a wary look before a stronger gust of cold air blows and you reach out, taking it. Huddling into it, breathing in cigarette smoke, cologne and something that kind of faintly reminds you of the summer your mom took you down to Atlantic City, to see the cousins and your aunt and uncle.

“A thank you is nice.” Billy mumbles and you shrug. “Thank you.” you respond, blowing another hazy smoke ring up into the night air. “I can’t fucking believe you cost me fifty bucks.”

“You called me Adonis though. Kind of worth it.”

You laugh to yourself and glance over at him, studying him under the hazy moonlight. The shadows it casts on his face almost seem ethereal and for a second or two, all you can do is stare.

“I had to do something to get your attention.” he says it with a shrug and a smirk as he blows smoke into the air. “Everything else wasn’t workin. Ya know, most girls fall at my feet. Not you, though.”

You laugh. “Yeah, well.. I was dumb once. Now everybody in Hawkins thinks I’m an easy lay.”

He tenses again and you laugh softly. “Sure you want it getting out you sat in an alley with little ol’ me all alone after dark? You are the king, after all.” you roll your eyes dismissively at the title.

“Fuck ‘em.” Billy mumbles. “I do what I want.”

You lean your head back against the cold brick of the building. After a few seconds, he speaks up again. Chuckling. “I knew it. You like sunflowers. Kind of like.. Nevermind.” he frowns and you study him intently. “Like who?”

“Nobody important.” Billy says it through a jaw tightly clenched.

You don’t repeat the question. One, it’s not your business and two, seeing the pained look that lingered in baby blue eyes briefly really bothered you. A lot more than it should, truth be told.

You just want to see him smile. To be happy and really mean it. That’s another reason you’ve held back, you’ve met all of his attempts to get your attention with venom and vinegar. Because he’s being more real right now than he’s probably been in the entire short time he’s come in and taken Hawkins High by storm.

“I gotta get going. Gotta get my stepsister home.”

“I should uh.. Probably get back inside. Gotta start getting ready to close down for the night.” you shrug.

Billy’s hand settles on your hip to keep you standing there before you can walk off. “I”ll pick you up tomorrow.”

Your blank look makes him chuckle quietly. “For school.”

You nod. “I’ll believe it when it happens, Hargrove.”

He walks over to his Camaro and you make your way back inside. Keith and the boys who work with both of you are non stop giving you shit for the rest of the night.

“I should’ve taken a picture. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you speechless.”

“I called it.” Keith smirks.

“You called nothing, dumbass.” you assert.

“Yeah? You looked like you were kissing back, heathen.” Keith asserts, smirking when all you can do is flip him off and storm away irritated.

“So, did you two have fun sucking face in the alley?” one of the other guys asks as you’re counting out the register.

“Fuck off, oh my god. That did not happen.”

“You were out there for a whole twenty five minutes.”

“And? That doesn’t mean I was sucking face.” you glare.

“You know he’s probably just gonna do what Oliver did, right?” your co worker asks, gazing at you as he shakes his head. Like he's already prepared to call you stupid when whatever just happens comes back to bite you right in the ass.

You flinch a little. For some reason, you start to argue that he’s wrong and Billy won’t, but you stop yourself.

How do you really know he won’t?

“Asshole.” you mumble, shaking your head. He just had to go and ruin the little bit of happiness you did feel.

“He’s one of them. You’re not. That’s how it works, sweets.”

You don’t argue because again, he’s not wrong. And he’s just trying to watch your back.

Remind you that you barely know Billy. And you’ve already been dumb once.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove fanfic #i... have no clue where this is going so i'm just gonna buckle in and see where it takes me i suppose.#there will probably be a lot of angst + bickering as a love languate + just like.. really getting in deep I think? idk.

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ratsoh-writes · 2 months

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How's this, hoe 😘

Personality traits:

• i am gonny, hear me roar

• mama: am mom, and all are baby

• wifey: you will be relentlessly wifed

• chef: 20 shots of pasta straight up the ass

• sexy: I am sexy. You are sexy. All is sexy

• manager: family manager, home manager

• bossy: no no, we have to do it this way

• red soul: i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it

• love lang: physical touch, quality time

Dealbreakers / Pet Peeves:

• incompetence: do your tasks well, without me telling you to, and without me having to teach you the little things

• childishness: i need a grown ass skele

• stress: keep the distribution of labor equal

• child-free: little too late for that, daddio

• unclean: wash your god damn asshole

• overworking: prioritize me and bbs

• little bitch: let me bite you

Attractive Traits:

• i like the old, ugly, rugged, scary, grumps

• strength 💪 bench me

• general dad energy, dad bod

• the more skills, the hotter

• men trying to impress you by showing off their skills is foreplay

• wisdom, experience, accomplishments oh my

Hobbies:

• old lady: knit, paint, photo albums, read

• wine mom: wine helps me drink

• baby mama: bring me my baby

• geek: media consumption?

• menace: i will bug you, then bite you

• princess: sing and dance everywhere

Favorite Items:

• baby

• phone

• my own breasts

• soup

• perfume

• gnome

Shdhdhdh so I had three main traits to look for in your matchup: competent, likes kids, and horny. And then when finding those three traits, I had to pick one who wouldn’t self combust after a week with you. After much trial and error I match you with…… NOIR- just kidding! I match you with LUSH!! Lush is lustfell sans, and just the rugged dreamboat for you!

You like strength and accomplishments? How about starting a couple dozen businesses through loans, making absolute bank, and being a boxing champ work for you? Lush is a very successful monster in many ways~

Lush does want kids someday, and while his job normally keeps him quite busy, he’s more than prepared to hire someone to take over much of it so he can focus on the family once kids are in the picture. Lush is a duty bound monster, and his first line of responsibility is is SO and family. It would take a while for any step kids to get used to him though, since he is a scary guy at first glance

While his decoration style isn’t bad at all, it definitely clashes with yours. However he’s fkn rich and doesn’t care that much as long as the home looks put together, so you get free reign pretty quick. However rich people are weird, and currently he’s trying to convince you that having a guard-chimera is just the accessory that the home needs lol.

He can’t sing. But he’ll sing if you sing. So if you value your virgin ear holes, don’t sing around him. If you don’t value them though, have fun making dying cat noises with him. At least until pepper or your kids yell at you both to shut up

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astro-break · 5 months

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Thoughts on the 7th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima+. Spoilers beware

Season 1 | Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 | Ep. 5 | Ep. 6

I love the mindgames that these two factions plays its fun to see both of them bend over backwards to get the upper hands wwww

Rei knows more than he lets onnnnn though we all expected that www

bro just siad nah you'll play our games www check and mate assholes

i love how hifumi threatens TBH with a rose lmao thats so camp

damn we got our first onscreen death lmfao

Im so happy that jyushi makes sure that amanda is safe, thats so cute.

LMAO of course you gotta put some manzai in to this. ripp we almost got three deaths in one episode I love DotsuHon's comedic potential

is it the once is physical and one is memory? Eyyyy thanks kuko for saying that just as i was typing it www Thank you one piece for giving me that useless piece of trivia

I wonder if there really is any relevance to the small fillers they put in like gentaro fixing his coat and hifumi falling. or if its just silly character interactions. i feel like gentaro would have more weight/importance

genuinely how the hell are they doing this?? like the hovering the magical aspects?? is is just one mass hallucination? I'm so curious

LETS GO MAD COMIC DIALOGUEEEE NAUGHTY BUSTERSSSS I love how they're all separate into old times

I appreciate that all of them getting more or less equal spotlight but it does mean that animation is much more limited. I'm not mad but I do wish they got more budget to do more animation

not the selfiee lmfaooosdjkflha he's still on vacation

I love that they're spelling it out for us so clearly www

oh damn they're brainwashed too! and there's a overall big bad too. i guess not even TBH is the final boss

Ah. it is a mass hallucination it seems. or at least some sort of simulation

LETS GO NAUGHTY BUSTERSSSSSSSSSSSSS I adore this combi and miss their stupid boys will be boys dynamic. just frat boys being boys

LMFAO CHUUNI

Again slightly choppy animation animation but I'm not too mad

Waterpolo ripp i hated that sport so much as a kid www I also love how they only animated three members of the team with actual faces to save some budget

YO DUO SONG????? I AM IN AWE HOLY SHIT

Hm, don't like this song quite as much which is a shame. The animation quality is also going down a bit in relation to the other songs but the tiger and dragon imagery for ichiro and kuko respectively is cool

overall the mix of BB and BAT aesthetics in the animation is cool but the their song styles meshing just isn't my kind of music.

Damn its the BAT ending which does kinda mean to me that BAT won't get much of a time to shine in comparison to BB. Fair enough I guess since BB is more popular in general

Lots of hell imagery in the titles tho which is interesting I wonder if they'll go anywhere with that

#hypmic #hypnosis microphone #Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle: Rhyme Anima+#hypnosis mic rhyme anima #hypmic spoilers

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superbattrash · 9 months

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hiiiii bb!!! for the ask game: 3 and/or 15 💛💛💛

HI MY BEELOVED (heh) ❤️❤️❤️

What’s a fic idea you have but haven’t written yet?

Oh man, too many. My notes app is a chaotic mess of little ideas and snippets, I tell ya. Oh, but I haven’t actually started writing my de-aged Clark fic yet. It’s - you guessed it - Clark getting de-aged and Bruce trying to take care of him while he panics because he can’t understand who this vampire looking dude is or what he’s doing in this creepy cave and where’s his mom and dad? There’s probs gonna be loss of control and maybe nightmare snuggles 🥺 and I’m obviously gonna have to make it pre-relationship so that I can throw angst in there with little!clark asking Bruce who they are to each other and such. Anyway. Yes. That.

Aaaaand are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

You mean besides my annoying use of semi colon and italics? Yeah, sure, I’ve noticed I use “because of course he does/doesn’t” quite a bit. My language is also quite simple (blame English not being my first language for that) and I love the sentence “he’s a lying liar who lies” although I think I’ve only used it twice maybe. Hmm. I do tend to make Bruce very, very autism coded even if he’s not explicitly said to be autistic 😂 hashtag projecting onto the blorbos am I right ladies

Oh, and I love adding stuff like “he probably does, the bastard”, “of course he knows, the asshole”, “he would, the jerk” throughout the internal monologue parts, heh

#beeeeeeeee do we have a tag for theeeee #sorry. ahem #beeloved #mishask #fanfic writer game

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dysiver · 7 months

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Oh Dys, I'm still in mourning. This is misery!! What is left in this world if my king didn't even get to go out with a bang. What the absolute shit? Gojo shouldn't go out like this man, this is disrespectful. GG, let me buy the rights to jjk so I can revive my bb boi and he can pull some shit with the fraudkuna/megumi mess and then he can rest with his bf by his own choice. If my king goes out, it has to be because he got bored of living in the world where he's already god and he wants to be romantic and shit and decides to die on his bf's anniversary death date, not some shit like this. Let him be the arrogant little asshole that I love even in death, not some fraudkuna bootlicking humbling shit like "he wasn't even going all out on me" And that picture haunts me. Doing him dirty like this man? I don't want to see my man cut in half GG. Now everything is ruined and I'm in shambles and I'm so angsty as fuck that I don't know how to bring myself to watch or read this week's issues 😣 As you can tell, I'm both a simp and I'm heated so I am sorry for the rant dys. I have already literally shaken my friend so badly in anger, betrayal, sadness, disbelief that she passed out on me and now I have noone else to rant to 😔 Thing is, she is even worse off then me. She is in denial and still hasn't processed Gojo got the Toji-outfit curse treatment and got cut in half. Man, You right. This week ain't it for Gojo si- fans. Even the anime? Idk how many episodes I have to wait until I see a glimpse of him again after the sealie-do has been done 😭 I'm in pain :'<

honestly, that's still what upsets me the most LOL the way they killed him. I was ready for Gojo to die since the beginning of the fight, all gojo fans knew this, but we were having fun and booing sukuna the whole time. It is just so damn disrespectful LOL to get a fucking off-screen dead, it is legit so fucking annoying.

Like for example, Rengoku is still my favorite Demon Slayer character, by far, no one has come close to him even tho some other characters are better written, and that's because of how he died, what he did, and how it went down and it looked even better once it was animated, it make everything feel so fucking whole and made me like him even more. The way he died, mattered a lot, it make his death sad, it make people sad.

I'm not even sad that Gojo is dead, I'm fucking pissed off LMAO! I'm pissed off because we got some afterlife speech with "sukuna wasn't even really trying." bullshit while sukuna was crawling around and crying for help the whole time, like ???? you expect me to believe that gege??? cuz that's not what the fuck you wrote LOL so quit trying to make me suck that dick cuz I'm not swallowing that bullshit.

I know a lot of people are saying Gojo isn't really dead, and there are lot of theories that have evidence backing them up but I'm still never going to get over how gege wrote an off fucking screen dead for one of his most hyped characters all cuz he doesn't know how to fucking write the fucker.

Do you know what other writers do? They cripple the fuckers to keep them from being so OP. All gege had to do was cripple Gojo (which technically is part of the theories going around) and if he DOES do that, I'm still gonna be annoyed that he wrote that shit off screen even if Gojo is alive.

Nothing will fucking make any Gojo fan get over the fact that this shit was done off-screen. It is so fucking cheap.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #gojo

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duchessanon · 1 year

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My 10 year anniversary post!!!

Well birches, bastards and busybodies, today marks my 10 year anniversary in the fandom (as this blog anyway!). I can’t quite believe I’m STILL here but but this place always draws me back. Bc I’ve deleted so many times I don’t have a 10 year archive but I’m kinda glad most of that shit has been “deleted from the internet” like willys stairwell sextape.

If u didn’t know, I started this blog bc I wanted to talk to a blog about a mini midd that was being an asshole. But I didn’t wanna do it from my royal blog bc I didn’t wanna ruin my reputation lmao (I had an actual royal blog from 2012 which lasted a couple of yrs) so I created duchessanon to be…anon.

I only made it to have a private convo but once she posted an ask publicly and people started asking about me, I decided to use the blog as a fandom confessional booth. And let me tell u some people hated me for it, but I didn’t give a fuck.

So I’ve been through that phase, my edit making phase, my incredible award nominated fanfic phase, the Rachy phase, the writing the history of the fandom phase. And I’ve deleted 666,666 times. But I gotta say this current phase is the best.

This is the BEST fandom in the world bc I genuinely think we’re all a little batshit. From catfish to arguments about clothes, to the great fandom divide, it has been a trip being batshit with u for a DECADE.

My blog has v little impact, everyone has big long smart takes on the royals. And I’m still here obnoxiously screaming about Kimmu and Fergie. Apart from forcing Eugbea and Henri into fandom lexicon. But I wanna thank the handful of people that like my posts regularly (I see u!) & pretty much anyone I’ve spoken to on dm (not many but u know who u are even though I still will never make irl “friends”, u guys know ur special). And just anyone who GETS IT, and who doesn’t have their head up their own (or a royal) ass!

But mostly my beloved busybody, nether-loving anons. I’d barely post if it weren’t for u. Thanks for the laughs bbs xoxo

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asshlyyyy · 2 years

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Under Appreciated Counselors (Presented in the game)

A few things before we get started. This is my opinion. I based this not only on playtime with the characters, but the development, and story brought with that character. I struggled placing some of these characters but on the other hand, I knew some right away.

This is my opinion, you do not have to agree with me, but I think its nice to know what other people think. My ranking goes from 1. (most under appreciated) to 9. (Most appreciated).. This is not based on how much I like the characters. That is a totally different list. If you would like to see that let me know! Or even my opinion on the game itself

Some characters have longer sections, and others do not. At some point I found a hard time trying to figure out what to say... I just wanted to express how I felt that the characters were being presented in the game

New exciting post tomorrow. Can’t figure out if it’ll be a new part to Look Deep Within, a one shot, or the other half to the piercings headcanons. Let me know your opinions! No hate though!

Masterlist

Number 1: Jacob Custos

Do I even have to say anything?

He is the first counselor we play after the prologue and they pin point him as... an ex who can’t get over their relationship.

The man just got broken up with and he’s being teased by it

Yes, its an asshole move to tamper with the car, but he had no idea what that night held for those campers.

We play again as Jacob in chapter 2 when him and Emma go to find the beer and other items needed for the ‘party’

We see the chemistry between him and Emma, but still... Emma just ends up being a dick about the whole thing

My man got the pop pop peanut butter cup moment and I think that is the most character personality sense we got from him

Even when they come back from getting supplies it kind of sucks that they cut him off

Especially when they get to the shooting range

I do believe that Jacob has shot a gun before. Maybe a bb gun, but the way they gave him one shot and that was it-

I don’t blame him for overreacting. Obviously he was still hurt over Emma breaking up with him

He finds Nick a friend so... he is obviously hurt from the whole situation. I would be too.

We then don’t play him again until Chapter 3

Don’t even get me fucking started

This is the last time we see Jacob’s iconic green sweater that all I want to do is be wrapped up in.

He is in his boxers for the REST OF THE GAME

THIS MAN IS NAKED

Jacob is so caring as well. When he went to go find towels for Emma, or when he ran off to find Abigail because she heard her scream

And Emma just hates on him??!!

I don’t know about you guys, but I was quite rude to Emma during this part. I like Emma, but she is such a bitch to Jacob.

From my view I could only imagined what their relationship was like...

Jacob was getting abused in a sense

For the rest of the game... I think we play Jacob twice more and they are shitty parts. He gets caught in a trap while getting back to the others

AND STILL

He will not put on clothes because he cares about Emma. This man is such a sweetheart

Then we get one last shitty part where he could get killed, accidently knocks Emma in... which isn’t his fault in the slightest... and then he gets in the bear trap?

Is there anyway to avoid that? I haven’t seen so, and then he gets trapped.

We don’t see him again till Chapter 8 I’m pretty sure where he is begging Ryan to help him out.

Generally, it upsets me so much how under appreciated he is in the game. I wish the writers did a little bit more.

I wish, I goddamn wished that the Hackett’s could’ve been a little bit nicer and gave this man a shirt or a fucking towel. Something to cover himself up.

He has to be fucking freezing

NOT TO MENTION

The dude is literally loosing his mind

In my gameplay he was crying and was filled with anxiety

I can’t

Please...

Save my boy

Yes, I had a lot to say about this

Number 2: Max Brinely

My reason why I didn’t make Max number one is because we had a bit more story with him.

While we only play as Max once throughout the whole game and it’s for a couple minutes...

He still makes it to number two

Some people don’t like Max and I don’t understand why

He’s got that soft smart boy aspect, not the mention he’s a cute boy... I mean the freckles? Come on people I know you like freckles

He’s got that “I don’t want to admit we’re lost’

Obviously I’m right

But he still has a story

Not to mention he gets bit and turned into a werewolf

That already adds him up above Jacob

Not to mention, he is in the longest chapter in the game

Now, because we only play him once in the whole game... and it’s only for a couple minutes

Writers what were you thinking? Sure you can have him leave the island... but he ends up dying.

He gets changed, and he sits by the docks

I don’t think I have to explain why he is so low

Some may argue that he deserves the number one spot

But, because he has a story linked behind him, and he’s in that longest chapter...

Number 3: Kaitlyn Ka

We don’t get to play Kaitlyn till chapter 5 I think?

Then again in uh Chapter 9?

I think this is why I had her so low down on this list

I originally had her at five but then thought it more through

They did her so fucking dirty

It is almost as much frustrating as it was with Jacob

Which I will never get over

While we get to see Kaitlyn character interact with other characters, we get a glimpse of her personality

Kaitlyn is someone we hardly ever play as

Which I hate

For how short she is... and how much girl boss and bad ass energy she gives off?

We know she can shoot

We know she likes to create drama

We know she's funny

We know she’s running the whole show

She is almost the last character we play as but- don’t get me started I have so much to say for the last two characters

I want to cry

I wish we played as character more

Part of me wishes that they switched Dylan and Kaitlyn.

Like when they went to the scrapyard... The quick time events we would have to hit as her??? Just think about it

She also has these badass moments in chapter 10? I believe. Obviously the last chapter.

Climbing outside the window, or even climbing against the beam and trying to keep calm and not die while a FUCKING WEREWOLF IS CHASING HER

While I give them credit for giving us such scaring badass moments with her

I wanted more

I need more

Give me a dlc

Number 4: Nick Fursello

Nick is everyone's favorite cinnamon roll

The accent... the curly hair...

Should I go on?

Now why was he done so dirty?

We play him major once in chapter 2 and then play such a short part in chapter... 4? 5? that what’s the point?

Obviously Nick gets bit and there’s nothing we can do about that

We don’t exactly get any taste of his personality besides that he’s smart, nice, funny, gently, etc.

He’s an absolute dick in chapter 2

He says that he just wanted to do it for Emma, in order to make Jacob jealous...

Bull...shit...

Nick obviously likes Abi, but he had to feel something in order to go making out with Emma

Emma is a gorgeous girl so... maybe he was like “damn this hottie kissing me, I gotta make her proud”

And it just seems like it all disappears after a night talk on a log

Who wrote this?

This dude is also a major creep and pervert when he’s under going to transformation

He’s smelling Abi... Wants to taste her...

I’ve seen people comment about this and I just want to say you guys freaks, but that's okay

Obviously, he can’t control it and honestly it’s great writing for his character.

We see this little bit with Laura, but I’ll talk more about that later

I just can’t accept how creepy he was. Ever since we played him for a couple moments while he was in the nurse’s office...

Number 5: Abigail Blyg

Yes, I put Abi higher up then Nick

Now that I am thinking about this... we don’t get to play as Abi much either

We play her in chapter one for a bit

Then again in chapter 3, and then once again in chapter... 8? Or 9? I can’t remember a hundred percent, but it wasn’t much

With that being said, we still got a lot of her personality

Its very much clear that she's that creative I dye my hair girl

And there is nothing wrong with that

She’s not the only character with a tattoo

I think that the fact she has a tattoo adds to her character

I like to imagine that she was the one who drew her tattoo

Now I am not sure what it is... and quite frankly I’m too lazy to search the interwebs.

I think it’s mostly just flowers and leaves

Which one hundred percent fits her personality

As we see in Chapter 2 we see that she wants to quickly draw the landscape

We also know that obviously she likes Nick

Yada Yada

We know that she’s a very caring girl

We see this when she takes care of Nick

Even after the creepiness he does to her at the end of Chapter 5 I believe

She cares a lot about the kids as we see in the first chapter when she takes the bunny in order to reunite it with one of the campers

We lastly play her in one of the later chapters and we have an option to finally break down on Emma

Which god, you know I did

It shows that even though Abi might hide how she essentially feels annoyed with someone, she has the heat to take it out on them

I think how she reacted in chapter two was great

She was quiet about it and just walked off

Which ties into what I just said

Still I wished there was something

Number 6: Emma Mountebank

Sigh

I put Emma higher up mostly to the fact that we get to see so much of her character

We may not play as her much... and I do slightly hate her mostly to the fact that she got clothes and Jacob didn’t.. Um we’ll get to that

We first meet Emma in Chapter one and I want to smack her

Don’t get me started on the bag scene

I feel like I shouldn’t even have to speak about this

We first play as her in Chapter... 4 I’m pretty sure

I know this isn’t a preference on how much I like the characters but I will be trash talking Emma a lot when in relation to Jacob

They did her too good that I hate it

We see her personality quickly

We get her story quickly

And I-

But when it comes to Jacob

God

I-

Please I am about to rampage

She is such a bitch to Jacob

With her preppy, most likely cheerleader, vibe

It’s frustrating how well written she was

I keep repeating myself at this point but

She handles herself good but... she’s using her phone and fans as a distraction from what is actually happing

Jokingly saying that she’s about to die to in fact either die, or nearly die

Then once again when we see her again, she sprays Dylan

You’re telling me she had time to see someone walking towards her to grab the air freshener?

And not that she didn’t realize that it was her friends?

I can’t

Number 7: Dylan Lenivy

Everyone’s favorite boy

While we don’t play as him much... we learn so much about it

I got to say, he is well written and it’s probably because Miles improved a lot of his lines

I think at first he is seen as a cocky dude

But we learn more about his personality in chapter 2 when him and Ryan are in Chris’s office

We saw his funny side come out

Especially when encouraging the phones to charge faster

The sex dungeon skit

He is the funniest character in the game

Honestly, I wasn’t even taken back when he said we should amputate Nick’s leg

If I was allowed, I would do it

I also love the fact that we learn that he’s a smarty boy

You also cannot tell me you prefer this guy with two hands

I’m sorry, but Dylan is made to have one hand

The jokes the guy would come up with

They did his character amazing

Wish we had a few more moments where we played as him but..

I think it just bites into how I hate the ending

It’s not exactly the best ending...

You get an overview of who is dead or not and-

Where is the reunion?

Number 8: Ryan Erzahler

I got tired of playing as Ryan if I’m being honest

You play this guy in almost every fucking chapter

He was the quiet sweet guy

Turned, rude ass cocky boy

It’s like him and Dylan switched roles

He tends to be a dick to Laura which makes no sense

She is there to help them and he’s a dick

In fact we don’t learn much about Ryan besides the fact that he wants to be by himself...

We learn what he wants to study but

Nothing too memorable to stick with us

Why was Ryan made the main character?

Because he didn’t want Laura to kill Chris?

Please, why couldn’t Kaitlyn run after Nick?

Why couldn’t Dylan go with Laura

Honestly it would be a differently story and it wouldn’t work but

Why does Ryan get all the attention?

I love Ryan and I think his character is good but goddamn I hate playing as him so many times

I think another thing is, Ryan is written to not show his emotions or feelings.

A lot of people say it’s because he has autism

And if that’s correct then so be it

But even when Laura asks him about Kaitlyn and Dylan he’s like meh *shrugs*

Dylan likes Ryan a lot and it’s cute

I think I’m just a little upset with how everything went

Because it’s like the writers wanted you ro ship Ryan with three different people

What if Ryan doesn’t even want a relationship?

HMMM

Number 9: Laura Kearney

Do I have to say anything?

The girl has the longest chapter in the game

In my opinion the worse chapter

I find myself getting bored with it so...

We know so much about Laura

That I honestly don’t want to talk about her anymore

She gets so much attention

She knows how to do everything like I’m sorry... do teenager's my age just know how to shoot guns?

She-

I want to go home

Honestly, I love Laura but it just doesn’t make sense

What teenager would be willing to break out of jail?

Even if it is lawfully wrong that you were put in there

Second, how would she know how to handle a gun????

I honestly need to know… what teenager would be fine with breaking out of jail, firing a gun, would generally just be okay with what’s happening and willing to KILL?

They set her up with this big story and I’m just like…… Okay?

Once again she was being WEIRD

When herself and Ryan were in the quarry and that one part of the stairs break she says “I can go for a hamburger”

STOP

I had to take a double take like mame…

I-

Please stop

#the quarry

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