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untanguero · 1 month ago
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Heya, welcome to my blog!
You can call me Tanguero/Tang.
Made this blog mostly to fuel my current Punch out obsession and post fanart, so that's mostly what you'll be seeing around here, lol.
I use He/him, and I'm Argentinian, so I speak both Spanish and English.
Some of my secondary interests include:
-History and its fashion (specially anything between the 1770s-1830s)
-Tango (Hence the username), Classical music and opera, Musicals and Will wood
-Rhythm thief, The AC saga, Guts and Blackpowder and Town of Salem
-Jekyll and Hyde (Both Mazm and the Book)
-Los simuladores
Feel free to interact/send an ask unless you don't meet basic DNI criteria (Queerphobia, racism, etc.) or are a Proshipper or Nsfw/Kink blog.
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That's all for now! : )
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codename-adler · 5 months ago
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i neeeeeeeeed to know more abt your trojan ocs anytime you wanna share
heehee i got a special pookie for ya jo 🫶 (trojans ocs roster here)
06: Mateo Solano (22) USC Trojans Goalkeeper
here comes theeeeee... Bitch™
don't got a gif for him sorry
i also now realize i accidently gave him Seth's number... wow. but believe me, Mateo's sm worse. i love mi princesita Seth. i don't even like Mateo. (jk. but like, he sucks a whole lot before he gets his redemption arc. interpret that however you want.)
he's one of the seniors of the team, he's 5'9 and fucking bitter about it, he studies Spanish because he is a lazy mf who has no plan but to go Pro (fortunately he will)
106% fuckboi energy fr he's insufferable
at the start of the new season (when Jean joins) he is still crabby about Laila having rejected him when he asked her out after their loss to the Foxes (in my universe/wip, Lailalvarez are not together yet bc i want to explore their relationship from the beginnings :) )
Mateo isn't really interested in Laila anyway, though, and he doesn't know why 1) it still stings and 2) he even asked in the first place (perhaps because they are the golden goalie duo of USC, perhaps because she is better than him and has broken records, perhaps because of something else...)
he's also such a bitchy asshole to Jean, because Jean is a beast on the court and Mateo is jealous
he's single and a v because he is waiting for marriage and the right girl (siiiiiiiiike!) (still fuckboi aura tho he's that extra)
comes from a very religious household and he is a practicing believer
he doesn't really have any friends on the team (sad) because he is so prickly and bitchy, but everyone is still kind and open to him because he is very reliable on the court, in the goal, and he does not second-guess or question authority, he's very good at following orders and instructions, always aiming for the best
and though it's good for everyone that he stays in goal because of his problematic attitude that would get the Trojans carded if their opponents heard him talk, the power of bitch he possesses is also a great asset, as he easily makes any enemy player lose their temper with his saccharine remarks paired with a Colgate smile
now! the plot twist!
Mateo is what you would get if internalized homophobia + comphet had two legs and an attitude problem
he is as homophobic as Seth and Aaron were, and even more if I dare say, and though he's never outwardly a hater and never uses slurs (at least he holds back on that for Jesus), he's such a bitch about homosexuality... it makes him so angry and queasy, he'll be rude af to you, he'll leave the room fuming, not participate in conversations, that kind of thing. he tries very hard to forget about Jeremy, to overlook it, and he's not like Lucas, questioning Jeremy's decision because of his sexuality, but it's so much better when Jeremy is single... (ik how this sounds, but believe me when i say he does not have a repressed crush on Jeremy, or Jean. that's just his Exy inferiority complex.)
thing is, it becomes incredibly difficult for him to ignore all of that gayness when Laila and Alvarez get together (oh), when Levi suddenly drops Angie to get closer with their assistant coach, when Jeremy clearly has a huge thing for Jean, the Drivers come out with their own gay thang, when Coach Rhemann himself gets his shit together with his long-lost broody ex... Mateo is literally surrounded by homos.
and sure, the wlw stuff never really bothered him, didn't get the appeal (and why do you think Mateo!!!), but with almost all of his authority figures dabbling in the gay, Mateo is kind of a caged animal, and he's bound to lose control and do some very stupid things, like start fights, get benched, punch a wall or 2...
oh, and there's Yanko too.
infuriating ginger man that won't leave him the fuck alone. mountain man of steal who is somehow always right, and chill. the designated Mateo-handler, apparently, because Jeremy had to delegate that hot potato to someone with less... undesirable traits to Mateo (i'm not sure yet how the rest of the team handles his outbursts bc he's not open about why he has them, not very vocal, but there's definitely a specific thing wrong at play here whenever they happen, and maybe Jeremy has an inkling, idk, tbd)
so it really comes out of NOWHERE. nobody, NOBODY has a fucking clue. least of all Mateo. then suddenly Yanko has had enough and pushes Mateo into a wall, and kisses him, very publicly, and Mateo kisses back.
there's a whole lot that goes on behind the scenes before that first fiery PDA, and after that it all goes downhill for a while before balance is found again. anyhoo. enemies-to-lovers ftw ✊
Mateo's family is very loving and supporting of him btw <3
and that's all for now for the resident pendejo of the Trojans, Mateo Solano 👿
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peachiseas · 9 months ago
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okay i am very new here, so i need a through introduction to your mcs! like eve for example, pls post his whole biography o(╥﹏╥)o
fr tho, tell me anything and everything :D
TOOK SO DAMN LONG SINCE I WANTED TO DRAW A STEP ONE REF OF EVE BUT ITS GONNA TAKE A MINUTE so here are the sketches,,, Anyways- gonna introduce the main two mcs/ocs you'll see here: Eve Cortez Williams and Aaliyah Dubious
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(dont mind my ipad scribbles on the screenshot iofqiowogi) Lemme put this under a readmore actually so yall dont get slammed with a long ass post:
Starting with Eve:
He's my Tamarack MC, but I figured since uh. all my art that was a given
He has a strained relationship with Qiu in step 1 but they become besties by step 2 and by step 3, they are like family to each other. If no one got Eve, Eve knows Qiu got them, amen 🙏
He comes out as transmasc by step 2, and by step 3 he gets top surgery and starts taking testosterone and firmly identifies as a butch lesbian
He's from the southern part of Miami, Florida. He's Golden Grove's residential florida man
He practices martial arts religiously, he's a big fan of Goku and Dragonball in general so he wants to be like his idol
His story deviates a bit from the OL2 generic mc story, he did have a dad! Opal and his dad wanted a kid but they both didn't want to get married and since the two of them were best friends, they decided to have a kid together (or well two but we'll talk about that later)
What's important to note from above is that his dad isn't around anymore because his father passed away a few months ago due to a car accident and Eve was hospitalized as a result
So by the time he's at Golden Grove, he's in anger stages of his grief and he doesn't want to be bothered. Which sucks cause hes neighbors with the two loudest kids on the block
Doesn't help he's a ESL speaker (English as a Second Language) and Golden Grove's population is majorly white so he has even harder of a time adjusting to it
He gets into fights in step 1... a Lot. Someone will look at him funny and they'll get punched in the face
He does adjust but he still doesn't like Golden Grove by step 3 but funnily enough, he moves away at the end of step 3 for treatment but moves back in step 4, crazy how that shit works huh
He has two emotional support bunnies; Bulma and Chi-Chi! He gets them in step 2, Qiu and Eve bond over them LMFAO
As for Aaliyah:
She's my Qiu MC, to the shocker of no one. Tamarack is also her best friend <3
Aaliyah is from New Orleans, Louisiana! She's full blooded Haitian and she has family in Haiti
She's also transfem! She passes for cis in step 1 thanks to hormone blockers and some makeup and then starts taking estrogen in step 2 and onwards
Her being black and transfemme is integral to her character and how she navigates around Golden Grove, she doesn't tell anyone she's trans until near the end of step 1. By step 3, the girl gang and Qiu knows shes trans
^^ That's because she had a very negative experience coming out to her community who previously loved her but flipped on her just as fast
So moving to Golden Grove was supposed to be a fresh start for her as herself but by that point she feels like she has to keep up her "cis-sona" lest she gets bullied again
She still gets bullied for other reasons in step 2 though (being a pretty black girl and the one person who has a crush on her is the most popular kid in school... its rough! 😭)
By step 4 though she is proud to call herself trans and will let people know!
She lovessss animals! And the animals love her back! She feeds them all the time and keeps animal food on her for that purpose when she goes to the park to read by herself, she got a flock of crows and stray cats that like to follow her
She has a cat named Kiki!!! Kiki loves everyone except Qiu though, Aaliyah doesnt know that though-
I hope that was enough of a info-dump! If anyone has anymore questions please ask i have so much lore please-
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ruvviks · 1 year ago
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hewwo :3 👻👊🍰🌙🕷️🎭🔪 for vitali my beloved <3
oc asks!
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👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?
vitali doesn't necessarily believe in ghosts, but he does believe in hauntings. he's been haunted himself for years- his family following him every he goes, judging his every move and he keeps finding himself looking over his shoulder as if trying to check for approval from people who are no longer in his life. obviously now after the broker fic that's going to change drastically but especially in his college years and his time at arasaka he could feel the presence of his parents despite not having talked to them since age 18
👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?
vitali used to be very quick to throw a punch at someone who's being rude to him or his loved ones but nowadays he's a lot more composed and reserved which is significantly scarier if you'd ask me. he has this aura of danger around him and the bruises covering his knuckles tell their own story to the point if you do manage to get on his bad side it's not a matter of if, but when
then again getting on his bad side is not easy so if you do end up there somehow you must've done something very bad. he mostly tries to resolve things by talking it out but especially if the other party won't listen to reason he won't shy away from getting into a fight- and he WILL kick your fucking ass to hell and back
🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?
vitali is a sucker for red velvet cake first and foremost but he also likes cheesecake a lot! second one is mainly because of vincent, he'd never tried it before and now he loves it so much. he will generally eat any kind of cake though because he doesn't have it all that often in the first place, so it's a special treat every time :)
🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
vitali's greatest wish is to become more than what people expect from him because of his family. he was always expected to follow into their footsteps and become a high-ranked arasaka executive, then get a white picket fence family (mainly his mother's wish; she always wanted to fit in with the americans) and just continue the bloodline like that but none of that is what he wants. he wants to prove to others but mostly himself that he is his own person and everything he has nowadays is because of his own hard work, and not because he was born into the life
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
vitali's biggest fear is losing control. ever since arasaka toyed with his brain in the test runs of the apex program's predecessor, he hasn't felt like he could fully trust himself anymore with the continuous blackouts. all remnants from the brainwashing and completely harmless, simply just dissociative episodes by then, but he worries it will cause him to turn into that killing machine they tried to make of him further down the road and he doesn't want that to happen at all
other than that he's also a little bit claustrophobic, not necessarily in the way that he can't get into an elevator with other people but more of like, being scared of physically getting stuck in a very narrow space. he wouldn't like the narrow caves in minecraft. just like me fr
🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
vitali is very professional around clients and mercs, especially new ones or ones he doesn't like very much. it's a polite act but also a bit distant, and it's very easy to tell that he's keeping you at an arm's length distance. he's a lot more comfortable around familiar faces and is visibly more relaxed around them, and he will show a lot more signs of who he is in normal life; gesturing more, allowing himself to be turned away from people while talking to them, actually existing in a space instead of just using it as decor if that makes sense
around friends he's very affectionate which is a completely different side of vitali that only those closest to him get to see up close. he likes giving hugs and just being physically close with others because it gives him comfort, and with that it's very easy to feel that same comfort around him as well
🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?
vitali is very easy to blame himself for things that were entirely out of his control but he tries to keep this mostly to himself, not wanting to bother others with it or getting to hear the same old "it wasn't your fault" speech for the 5476353458th time. he mostly just tries to focus on making sure they're alright, tending to their wounds, comforting them, doing what they want him to do about it- if that's revenge, he'll get revenge, if that's leave it alone, he'll leave it alone
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we-are-all-of-legend-now · 1 year ago
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Fictober Day 17: I Never Said It Would Be Easy
Prompt number: Prompt #17
Fandom: American Dragon Jake Long
Pairings/Characters: Jake/Rose; Carl (OC)/Melinda (OC)
Rating: T
Warnings: accusations of insanity/psychosis/unreality
You can read under the cut or click here to read it on fanfiction
Rose was shaking. Jake hesitantly reached out and put his arm around her, not quite believing that she was here and he was allowed to touch her again. She was staring at her front door, her head bent.
                “You don’t have to tell them,” Jake said. “But, take it from me. It’s so hard to hide stuff like this, especially from the people you love. I feel so much freer now that my dad knows.”
                “Yeah, but you had something good to tell him. You’re a protector. You’re someone important. I’m the only heir to a hateful dynasty and I just killed something! A dragon because oh yeah those are real. And, did I mention that I only think that I was raised by you guys in this loving family and magic tricked you guys into thinking it too? Do you ever get the feeling that you love my sister more? Well, maybe this is why.” Rose groaned and leant her head back, staring upward. “I can’t say it like that. It’s going to come out all stupid.”
                “I never said it would be easy to tell them,” Jake admitted. “It’s going to suck and it’s going to get complicated. But, that’s why I’m here with you. You’re not going to do this alone. You’ve got me, always.”
                Rose finally turned to look at him, smiling as she leant into him. “I am glad to remember you and have you back. And I’m sorry I thought you were crazy.”
                “It’s fine. Because you know what it means?”
                “What?”
                “Even if your parents think you are a little crazy you know how to convince them that you’re not. This is real, this is happening, and they’re going to support you. That’s what parents do, even when they think you’re a looney tune.”
                Jake was glad that she was still smiling, even though she became more somber as they entered her home.
                “Mom? Dad?”
                “Here.”
                Rose peeked around the side of the living room and Jake stayed behind her, out of sight. “Is Heather home?”
                “No, hon, she’s out for the night,” said Carl, Rose’s father.
                “Oh, good,” Rose said. “There’s something I need to talk to you guys about.”
                “Is everything all right?” asked Melinda, Rose’s mother, and even Jake could hear the love and concern in her voice.
                Jake fully understood why Rose was worried. He had stressed over all of the same things when he hadn’t told his father the truth but all of that worry and all of that stress felt so stupid now that everything was out in the open. Not only was his father completely supportive, he was utterly fascinated in a way that was slowly driving Haley and Gramps insane and Jake was loving every minute of it. Parents loved their children. That was why parents had children – to love them.
                “Well, yes, but I … I found some things out about myself that I need to share with you and I need to start by introducing my friend. Mom, Dad, this is Jake.”
                Jake stepped into view as Rose made way for him. He let out a little wave and reintroduced himself. Melinda’s mouth dropped in astonishment while Carl was already halfway out of his armchair.
                “That boy!” Melinda gasped.
                “You just had him arrested! For stalking!” Carl’s face was going red. “What is he doing back here?”
                “Mom, Dad, I know how this sounds,” Rose said but Jake could tell how much she was struggling to stay calm. He wanted to put his arm around her waist and comfort her but he also wasn’t looking forward to being punched by her father if he tried. “Please, just give us some time to explain.”
                “Melinda, call the police,” Carl ordered. “Rose, get away from that boy!”
                “Daddy, please,” Rose said, grabbing onto Jake. “Let me talk first!”
                “Talk about what?” Melinda asked. “Where did he come from?”
                “From another life,” Rose admitted. The tears were springing into her eyes now and all Jake could do was squeeze her hand. He wished there was more he could do. “Please, just hear us out. I didn’t listen to him and I should have. Trust me on this.”
                “Trust you?” Carl was on his feet now, bearing down on them. “We called the police on this freak because you said to. Now we’re supposed to trust that you changed your mind? Get over here right now, young lady.”
                Jake was already loosening his grip. If this was how it was going to be, he wasn’t going to force Rose to choose between him and her parents. He knew what she had done and what she had sacrificed to have her parents in her life. Jake was not going to be the person that took them away from her. Rose tightened her grip on his hand and anchored him to her side.
                “No. Mom, put the phone down. Either hear me out and then decide if you want to call the police or I am leaving right now.”
                “You’re a child,” Melinda said. “You’re going nowhere.”
                “I will if I have to,” Rose declared, pushing her chin out in that stubborn way that Jake knew so well. “I am trying to open up to you and tell you about my life. Isn’t that what every parent of a teenager wants?”
                “We want you away from the boy,” Carl said. He was starting to sound calmer but Jake could see the angry expressions haunting his face. This wasn’t fine. Maybe Jake shouldn’t be here. Maybe Rose should have done this on her own. “And then we’ll talk.”
                “We’ll talk now because I am going to tell you something insane. Absolutely off the wall insane. And I can prove every word of it if you promise to trust me and listen to me and be there for me in the way that you always have been.” Rose used her free hand to wipe away the tears that were falling. Jake didn’t have to be psychic to know what she was thinking: the way I thought you were but that the magic implanted in me.
                “Rose,” Melinda said, pushing past Carl. She looked softer, more understanding, more inviting, as she slowly approached the pair. Jake could see the hope in Rose in the way that she lifted her eyes from the floor, looking into her mother’s face. “What could be so crazy? What made you change your mind on this boy?”
                Jake sensed a trap. Everything that Gramps had ever bred and bullied into him told him that it was a trap. He almost tensed to pull Rose away but stopped at the very last second. These were her parents. If he didn’t stay with her while they heard her out, if he didn’t stay by her side now, he might as well really give her up. He could get them out; she could even get them out if she wanted to. Together, they were no match for two humans and whatever reinforcements they may or may not have already called in.
                “Mom, just listen, okay? Don’t say anything, just listen to everything.”
                Melinda promised that she would but Jake never took his eyes from Carl, standing stock still in the background, staring them down. Jake returned his challenge, staying in the hall with Rose as she started to tell the story of how Jake had shown up at their home, how she had gotten him thrown out, the realizations that she’d had looking at their homecoming photo, and everything about her past life. As she was detailing the battle between Jake, herself, and the Dark Dragon, Jake knew that Carl and Melinda had stopped listening. Rose kept blurting things out but Jake could practically see the murderous way that Carl wanted him out of their lives and see that Melinda was already thinking of psychiatrists and pills. It was fair, he guessed, to be a human and have no proof except the word’s coming out of a teenaged girl’s mouth.
                “And I can prove all of it,” Rose summed up. “Jake can turn into a dragon and I can take you to Huntsclan caches and you can meet his whole family. It’s real and I’m not crazy and he’s not crazy and I know this is so hard to believe but I need you to believe me. I am your daughter. I just haven’t always been with you.”
                Melinda and Carl exchanged glances and Melinda opened her arms.
                “Rose, baby, come here. You’ve been through so much.”
                Rose almost took a step forward but then she pulled herself back, half hiding behind Jake.
                “You don’t believe me, do you?” Her accusatory voice echoed around the room. Carl and Melinda didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed but Jake couldn’t blame them because he couldn’t hide his own relief.
                Jake had known by just looking at them that they didn’t believe her. This was the trap. He was just so glad that Rose had figured it out for herself because he didn’t really want to initiate the fight that would inevitably occur if she had tried to walk into her mother’s hold and he’d had to pull her away.
                “He can prove it!” Rose shouted, her parents’ silence more than enough.
                “They don’t want me to,” Jake said.
                “There’s nothing to prove. Yesterday you said this boy was a lunatic and he’s clearly brainwashed you in no time at all. Come here, right now, and we’ll find you the best doctors we can, honey,” Melinda said.
                To her credit, Jake thought, he did believe that she had her daughter’s best interests at heart.
                “I don’t need a doctor! I need you to be my parents! Jake –”
                “If you want me to, I will, but they’re the type of people that aren’t going to ever see it. I fight like a dragon every day in New York and it goes over everyone’s heads all the time because they are not the type of people who want to see magic,” Jake murmured in her ear.
                “What is he telling you!?” Carl shouted. “LIES AND MORE LIES! Get over here, Rose, we are the ones that love you and he is tricking you somehow.”
                “What do I do?” Rose asked the air.
                “I will make sure you always have a place,” Jake said, “but if this is the life you choose, I can respect that. I will.”
                “This life?” Rose asked, spreading her arms at her parents. “This life where they won’t believe me? They won’t even try to understand? What kind of life and what kind of parents? No. I don’t want this life.”
                Rose let go of Jake and turned and fled to her bedroom. Jake chased after her, unwilling to let her parents get between the two of them. Rose was already furiously stuffing things in her backpack, looking for the world like she had already known how this was going to end.
                “I’m going to find a way to New York,” Rose said. “I’ll figure it out from there. I don’t care what they say. If I stay here and I have to pretend like none of this was real for them to not want to throw me in an asylum, I’m not staying.”
                “We’ll figure it out,” Jake said.
                By then, her parents were in the doorway, trapping Rose and Jake inside of her bedroom.
                “The police are on their way,” Melinda said calmly. “I already called them. Jake, I don’t know what your problem is, but they can help you.”
                Rose put her backpack on over both of her shoulders and opened the window.
                “What are you doing?” Carl asked, and Jake was glad he did, because he had been wondering the same thing.
                “We are leaving,” Rose said, taking Jake’s hand. “Either I am right and he’s a dragon and you’re going to have to let me go or we’re both going to die jumping out this window right now and you’re still going to have to let me go.”
                “ROSE!” Carl and Melinda shouted together.
                But, it was too late.
                Jake and Rose were already airborne.
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spookyuu · 2 years ago
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Appreciation Post!!
I've seriously been wanting to make a big post appreciating some of the dca content creators that I love (especially after getting to know some of them better) so here's a bunch of compliments and thoughts on them! (Also this is in no order, ily all very much ❤)
@madame-mongoose: Monnster!!! Oh, I love Monnie. Very bullyable (this is a pro). Always so funny and making me laugh. When Monnie comes online, I know there's gonna be some fun times to be had. Easy to talk to and my clone apparently. I wouldn't have made all these new friends if it weren't for Monnie and Sy, so I'm very appreciative of her uwu. Art is very shapely, bendy, very cartoonish in a pleasing way. And very unique to Monnie! I don't think I've seen anyone else with an artstyle like Monnie's. Characters are juicy, very well thought out and full of pain. Your mom.
@suokumi: You came crashing in one day and life has never been the same. Suo is full of love and passion and awful terrible disgusting sleeping habits. But they make up for it by telling everyone else to take care of themselves because they love you sososo much. Really talented, but don't tell them that or else they'll die. Anyway yeah, Suo Art my beloved and also Suo my beloved because we're married. Can bust out 50+ sketches in an hour and is like "dont look" even though I'm frothing at the mouth and shaking them. I love you Suo mwah ❤️
@opudontdonut: La Creatura!!! Bites everyone like watermelon. very fun, very gremlin. Pops in every now and again and throws everyone into a frenzy. A biting frenzy. Good Gaslighter. Take that as you may. Draws chibis really unique in a way I cannot replicate but is so so so so cute. Art is very distinct too!!! The line work especially is very noticable? Thick black lines. Draws the boys v skrunkly too. Nightmare and therapy au my beloveds.
@ariisonfire: TALENTED!!! Very, very talented. Animates, codes, arts, does just about everything and is good at it. Very funny doodles, very dorky. I love Ari!!! Very cute (cutest giggles this side of uh. Idk just really cute giggles) and provides me with Vector content. My spouse, no matter what Lily says.
@skittlewaffle: LOVE the way Kay draws the boys. Her art in general is so sharp and intentional. Precise. Very cartoony as well, good for animation me thinks. Has good AU ideas and brainstorms really well. Literally. The fucking paragraphs kay busts out that obliterate my mind. Also very fun person to hang out with, very silly.
@pillowspace: Beautiful, wonderful person. Somehow manages to draw on her 3ds??? Like a god?? Loves rotini (eat something else I'm begging you) KEEPS FUCKING REBLOGGING MY WATERFALLS PIECE Also has similar brain thoughts as me (ooie to Angel Tango jumpscare) Has a beautiful voice, fr. Sang a song for me which melted my little heart. Makes gut-bustingly funny gifs at the speed of light. Also says??? Things that make no sense but are very funny.
@vilz: Oof, what's not good to say about Val? You know that meme that's like "You're the funniest mother fucker on this webbed site" that's Val. Val's the funniest. Their comics always make me bark laugh like an idiot. Writes very poetically, reading their stuff is like. Like being punched but with a soft caress. Val art is good for the soul, me thinks. Even their doodles on receipt paper give me all the chemicals. Hanging out with Val leaves me smiling for the rest of the day, very fun company.
@cloudyvoid: SUPER talented. Can you believe they drew and rigged their own Vtuber model? I know, impressive right? Draws the DCA skrunkly and lanky just how I like 'em. BRAINS SO HARD WITH ME ABOUT DROWSIE AND GAIA!!? Very nice wonderful person as well, fun company. And ooughhh I just love the oc brainrot with her. Could do it all day, love you mwah.
@crazedauthor: Knows all the fanfics. Well maybe not all, but knows the ones I happen to be thinking about. Pops in mid brainstorm to add something juicy that adds fuel to the fire. Human gasoline. Got obliterated by 1 (one) chip. o7
@daunsun: Another sketch machine. Gives me Eclipse content. FIABC liker, which automatically elevates her status. Tries to shoot people who make fanart, but she deserves it so idk what to tell you. And then turns around and makes fanart for other ppl. smh double standards. Love the way she draws humans. And the boys, but that goes without saying. Honestly the way daun draws the boys is sooo good it's like. I can't even describe. It's like cupcake. Long cupcake.
@cakesfunhouse: Hi __ I'm Cole looking ass. Shoots me dead with fluffy ramblings all the fucking time. Brainstorms really well, dropping good ideas like they had them shoved in their pockets ready to throw. Actually really sweet and fun to talk to. Gremlin, though so beware, they bite. Draws biblically accurate dca fluff, so what's not to love. Will pop in randomly while you're talking to someone else to add something that kills me dead. Like wheezing laughter.
@nmfergus: Nikki my beloved 💜 such a sweetheart, loves to see people happy and excited, always asking questions and seeing how everyone is doing. CHICKENS!!! Farmville. Also Corndrop. Ask Nikki about corndrop. Can you guess what he sells? It's corn. The answer is corn.
@paper-lilypie: LILY!!! omg Lily real. Art is all soft lines and easy to read expressions and kisses and snuggles and basically when I see lily art it's like drinking a cup of hot cocoa. Also the way Lily draws hands? God, what a legend. Give me your hands. Little hater. And enabler. But she's my little hater/enabler so it's okay ❤️ love me a good Lily spotting. Has good au ideas too.
@sycopomp: SYBORG!!! I wouldn't be making this post if it weren't for them and Monnster. Sy writing makes brain go brrrr. Has this way of setting stuff up that pays off later? Like little hints into things that are really fun to pick apart/notice on your own. I can always picture what's happening in Sy writing really well which sucks for me personally when they write ouchie owies. But I love them for it mwah ❤️
@sinnabee: AH Sinna!!! Magician Au makes my brain neurons activate so hard. Very sweet as well, love doing magmas with her. Also funny and caring. Don't get to hang out with much because if timezones but I am always very happy when I do get to vibe with a Sinna. Has wonderful beautiful line work and cool ocs I want to know more about.
@spaciebabie: Chaos. (I'm tempted to have that be the only thing I put here) Also makes me laugh!! drops in and says some shit that has me giggling sillystupid. Art is bubbly. Round. Rotund. Want to get to know better!!! Pizza.
Special Mentions/People I want to get to know better:
@oobbbear: Bearz. Bearz my beloved. Your art makes my heart explode. And you're so funny even without knowing you well. 👁👁 The way you draw so chibi and yet so detailed? Like the way you draw hands? Impeccable. Also H mouth. H mouth so cute. I honestly don't think I would have gotten into drawing Sun and Moon fanart if it wasn't for Bearz' aus infecting me like a disease. So everyone say thank you to Bearz for roping me into this!
@hexheathen: MY NUMBER ONE FAN ❤ My bestie who doesn't know the jesties. I love you with all my heart, and I love spending time with you and the rest of our pals. This is my appreciation post and I say you get appreciated.
@bones-of-a-rabbit: SHY BEAN. Drops some cute ass shit and skitters away. Wish I could know better! They have a lot of good ideas and honestly I see them as one of the best fluff writers for DCA content. It was in Reality Not Fine my beloved. I've said it once and I'll say it again: They really capture the word "Lovestruck" with their expressions. When people say, "They looked at them like they hung the moon and the stars," I imagine the way Rabbit draws sun and moon looking at y/n. It's honestly such a talent.
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angelguk · 3 years ago
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ttinty oc is so DUMB, she’s just like me & maybe that’s why she’s irritating me so much bc it’s like GIRL….JUST TALK TO HIM ?? she deflects so so much it hurts, whole time i’m reading i’m like “YES TALK TO HIM GO GO” but in reality if i was in this situation i’d be the same way…but it gets to a certain point where you gotta say fuck it bc why are you sitting at home wallowing, he’s not gonna kill you if you say you like him, i promise (unless…nah) ! but at the same time don’t because i want him to kind of beg for her but he’s not doing that so it’s like……tf is she supposed to do :/ jk is dumb too, i guess he can have other girl friends but use context clues, when did oc start acting different….when you met homegirl, right exactly !! i guess that’s the whole point of the “requited love but miscommunication is a bitch” plot, but damn ! i need them to step it up.. atp tae is my favorite, that’s my guyyy fr fr he’s annoying but i can handle it, oh wait & chaeyoung too !! my favs are the people that don’t like each other i guess, actually everyone besides the main two characters right now..maybe nayoung too, though i don’t want to dislike her over HIM but nevertheless i can’t help myself bc why are you all up on him 24/7, can he BREATHE ?? ughhh i’m sorry i just have no one else to rant to & i really like this story which is why i am so frustrated, i just want them to work things out & stop being so scary..STAND UP ! as for requests on what happens next, i’ll have to think some more, idk i kind of want it to be messy but not toooo messy that it goes beyond recovery…maybe i just want jk to pine really really bad, i need him to suffer too just so i know oc isn’t the only one having inner turmoil…idk idk, but just know i loveee your writing & this story so thank you sm 💞 if you actually read this i’ll give you the biggest hug, even if you don’t i still will bc getting this off my chest feels good so it’s a win win. (also please i hope me calling them dumb doesn’t sound harsh or anything, it just feels like the best word to use for their actions ig ? yeah sorry) okay, byeee :)
no because even as i was writing i was like this girl is so STEWPID but then again u dont have to like everything ur character does... oh but i disagree about the whole its not gonna kill you to tell him.... considering jungkook and ocs history it really just might. taehyung having fans is crazy cause all i wanna do is punch him if im being honest and also thank u for reading!!! this is such a sweet message to receive honestly i appreciate the way u care about this story!! dont worry i think the characters are being dumb too but this is how angst is created no?
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kithtaehyung · 2 years ago
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okay, now that i’m better, i can reread and take notes. this is a bit long, so sorry
before anything, even though it brought tears to my eyes, i’ve reread it so many times and i’m trying to organize all my thoughts.
• the other team just sucks at basketball 🙄 give it up already
• …things got funny real quick.
• yoongi had every right to pin that asshole
• BRO PUNCH OMG—although i believe he shouldn’t have done that, the guy deserved it.
• i love how bro immediately asks jimin and yoongi to look after you, no hesitation
• i genuinely feel for 3tan yoongi. i feel like he’s alive bc he has to be, not bc he wants to, as depressing as it sounds. i hope he finds his light soon. existing isn’t easy and it’s much harder when you have to carry such heavy demons.
• hustler… so cute :’)
• he was already panicking so much when the threat was already in the air, for what, a day? i don’t want to imagine how much he felt when he saw that guy grab oc at the club.
• they just want to see each other but life :(
• “Either way, he deserves the second one. Because he already knows he doesn’t deserve you in the first place.” STOP IT MISTER. YOU DESERVE GOOD THINGS
• the “i miss you” from anytime and it means so much more to me now
• “But he hasn’t felt this content in a minute. Simply talking to you and hearing you speak without hesitation relaxes him, and he thinks it’s because he’s already familiar with your company.” 🥺🥺
• “But you somehow showed up on his doorstep after a whole year of him hating who he was. And whatever you did somehow repaired that broken record, allowing him to escape that headspace and do shit again.” she’s a part of his light
• the face touch :( the KISS :(
• oc… girl, yes your man wants to see you!!!
• jimin always checking on yoongi and oc. such a good friend fr
• 3tan jimin and tae need to be a thing 😩
• “she’s not my girlfriend, idiot” NOT YET
• that whole scene where yoongi was getting touched at the club by random girls made me uncomfortable :/ he didn’t deserve that
• “He’s not ready for this conversation. Not when he’s still fucking shaken from what you said to him before he left your room. “ i must have missed something. what did oc say??
• what happened last time in yoongi’s relationship that he’s so afraid to move forward?
• the ending :(
your no sad ending policy gives me hope 🥹 can’t wait. you’ve outdone yourself yet again!!
oh my gosh, baby!! you even reread it a lot? this means so much.. sending you all the tissues, of course.
this is amazing i eat long reviews like i'm starved.. thank you for reading and for this amazing (and organized) commentary! time to get into it :D
• LMAOOO those guys were traaaash like if you lost twice..
• like yoongi said.. things can get funny. real quick. he did it without thinking but pleeeeease that dude had to know
• jimin agrees with you! and it shocked even yoongi. but it's bro, so. and he was super quick about asking for help. clearly, he isn't one to shy away from asking if he needs something.
• awhhhh baby.. yoongi definitely has some heavy demons to fight, for sure. idk if it's as depressing as you see it, but there's a lot going on there, for sure.
• of course with the hustler ehehehe
• ah, yeah, you can totally see how frantic his thoughts were at dalo. like. he barely could even finish his thoughts or sentences. jimin did the right thing by telling him to stay put.
• “Either way, he deserves the second one. Because he already knows he doesn’t deserve you in the first place.” HE DOES DESERVE ALL THE GOOD THINGS. THE BEST THINGS.
• god. the "i miss you's" will haunt me forever. in the best way.
• “But he hasn’t felt this content in a minute. Simply talking to you and hearing you speak without hesitation relaxes him, and he thinks it’s because he’s already familiar with your company.” yes!! i'm glad you pointed this out bc most of the interlude was pretty messy and hectic. but this memory was so touching... he was super calm during this part. :((
• “But you somehow showed up on his doorstep after a whole year of him hating who he was. And whatever you did somehow repaired that broken record, allowing him to escape that headspace and do shit again.” SHE ISSSS part of his light i want to so b b b
• the face touch?? the kiss? yes please i would like to lie down here forever. and reader needs to know how much he wants to see her!
• omg 3tan jimin... a REAL ONE. i'm telling youuuuu!! and him and tae need to figure their shit out i- i will box them LOL
• “she’s not my girlfriend, idiot” DSFHDSF YOONGI
• thank you for pointing out the people touching him like HELLO guys get harassed, too. it's uncomfortable no matter who is getting touched without permission ugh..
• “He’s not ready for this conversation. Not when he’s still fucking shaken from what you said to him before he left your room. “ i must have missed something. what did oc say?? = this is referenced later when reader speaks in her sleep and confesses that she was scared :(((
• what happened last time in yoongi’s relationship that he’s so afraid to move forward? = we don't know yet, love.
• and the ending UGHHH yes... all of these points! i totally loved reading through this whole thing.
no sad endings!! we will be okay. we just need to fight through a lot of stuff first<333 thank you so much for all the commentary? wow this is some awesome stuff. i thoroughly enjoyed it and appreciate you with my whole heart.
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auror-lovie · 4 years ago
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I Loved You, Mr. Scamander: Chapter 1
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I decided to post these up again. Hopefully they show up in the tags! I can’t wait to show my work with you all!
You can find the playlist link in my bio! If you want to be added to my taglist, just send me an ask or fill out the taglist form that is also linked in my bio!
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Let’s just say that first loves are something else.
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Small Angst
Ravenclaw reader ( I hope that won’t sway your opinion on the fic! )
Pssst. Victoria is my HP/FBAWTFT OC~~
Hamilton reference
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I Loved You, Mr. Scamander; Chapter 1: Wish I Were...
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From their first year at Hogwarts, Newt and (Y/N) were always friends. During a Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw joint class for Potions, Newt had a little trouble getting some ingredients from a shelf that was out of his reach. Until a Ravenclaw girl from his year helped. From that day on, he realized that they shared more classes than he thought. They were inseparable. Back then, she’d tease him because of his height. Now, she couldn’t joke about it. He towered over her and they were only in their third year of Hogwarts.
What she didn’t expect was to fall in love with him. Cliché, right? She loved his personality- a gentle soul whose loyalty matched no other. She loved the way he’d care for magical creatures. He didn’t trap them or used them for personal gain. No- that wasn’t Newt. He kept magical creatures to study them. So he could prove to the world that they weren’t as dangerous as the books made them.
She fell in love with his smile. A smile that always followed his laugh. The way the corners of his eyes would crinkle when he was in pure happiness. She fell in love with the color of his eyes. They were a mix of blue and green- not one or the other, but somehow merging to form into its own.
(Y/N) and Newt were walking down the halls from Professor Dumbledore’s class, heading over to the library. She hadn’t noticed the cold until a breeze passed through the empty hall. “Ah shoot. I forgot my robes in his class,” (Y/N) mumbled, rubbing her upper arms.
Her mind soon became focused on one thing, staying warm. The walk to the library was starting to feel like a long journey. ‘Hot chocolate, being home, sunshine, summer, warm hugs from Newt-’ She repeated the mantra in her head. Wait- warm hugs from Newt?
The feeling of a warm cloth placed over her shoulders broke her from her trance. (Y/N) looked at the source of her newfound warmth- Newt’s robes. She looked up at her Hufflepuff friend, “Newt! But you’ll get cold!”
Newt let out a soft chuckle. “You know, for a Ravenclaw, you’re quite forgetful.”
(Y/N) blushed, “D-Don’t you start, Newton!” She stuttered. There were only two instances where she would use his full first name. Whenever the situation was serious or to tease him. This moment was the latter of the two.
“Besides, it looks better on you than it did me.” He said, giving her a charming smile.
Oh, how she loved his smile. She felt her chest swell up with adoration. ‘Only if you knew how much I liked you…’ She thought as she hugged his Hufflepuff robes closer to her body.
~*~*~
The duo met up with another one of their friends, Victoria. She was already in their designated meeting spot. Her nose stuck in her Potions book when (Y/N) and Newt reached the library.
When they reached the table, Victoria set down her book and looked up at them. “Five minutes late, my dear birdies.”
(Y/N) sighed, “Vi, it’s only five minutes.”
Victoria leaned back on her seat, relaxing a bit. “Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.” She said matter-a-factly.
“Sorry about that, Vi. We got caught up in Dumbledore’s class.” Newt apologised.
She hummed in response. "That’s okay, Newton. Let’s get started on these assignments so we can all leave this place.” Victoria cooed softly.
“Oh, so, Newt gets your soft mom voice and I get your lecture mom voice?” (Y/N) ranted as she sat down.
Newt chuckled at their banter before walking off to find the book he needed for his essay.
Victoria had waited for Newt to be out of earshot before she leaned forward, her chin resting on her hands. “Last time I checked, you were a Ravenclaw this morning.” She whispered.
(Y/N) looked up at Victoria in confusion as she opened Victoria’s Potions textbook. “What are you talking about?”
Victoria’s eyes landed on the Hufflepuff crest on the robe (Y/N) was wearing before looking back at her friend.
She blushed, “O-Oh! I was just cold… That’s all…”
Victoria rolled her eyes, “I was just cold! That’s all..” She mimicked teasingly. “But seriously… Are you ever going to tell him?”
(Y/N) shook her head, “No, I don’t think I will…”
Victoria gave her a look as if to say “Really?”
“I mean, I won’t tell him now. I’ll tell him when I’m ready and when we’re a bit older.” (Y/N) confessed.
Newt finally came back with a Herbology book and set it down. “Tell who what when we’re older?”
“Oh, nothing! Just talking about potential career choices. That’s all!” Victoria said, before (Y/N) could say anything.
He nodded, “Well… I guess it’s never too early to decide what you want to do.”
(Y/N) looked at Victoria, mouthing “Thank you”.
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December passed and the next semester had started. As they left Potions, Victoria and (Y/N) were discussing the day’s lesson, but Newt’s attention was elsewhere.
His attention was on a certain Slytherin student.
“Newt? Hello, Newt? Earth to Newton?” Victoria said, trying to get the Hufflepuff’s attention.
(Y/N) looked at her other friend, following his gaze to see him staring at Leta Lestrange. He was staring at Leta, as she passed by, in the same way he stared at his creatures, with love and adoration.
“Victoria, drop it.” (Y/N) said coldly.
Victoria looked at her friend. From the moment they became close friends, (Y/N) refused to call her Victoria. So she knew something was up. “O-Okay…”
As the weeks passed by, all Newt's affections had stopped. He stopped waiting for (Y/N) after breakfast so they could walk to class together. He stopped staying late at Dumbledore's class with her. He stopped giving her his robes. After it happened the first time, she made an effort to never forget her robes again. He stopped asking her to help him with his creatures. Their close friendship, lost because he started hanging out with Leta.
“Why would he ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty…” (Y/N) sobbed into Victoria’s shoulder as they sat by the lake.
Victoria wrapped her arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and sighed, “One day… Something will happen. He’ll realize his feelings, but it’ll be too late…”
“I wish I were Leta… Then maybe he’d love me…”
One day, while walking to the library, she saw it. Newt placed his robes over her shoulder. She saw the shy smile Leta gave him. She saw the smile Newt gave that followed his laugh. That’s when she realized that they were in love with each other.
She briskly made her way to the library, looking for Victoria, tears already falling down her cheeks.
When (Y/N) came to their meeting spot, Victoria stood, “Hey, what’s-”
(Y/N) ran straight into her arms, interrupting her. Victoria looked down at her. Never had she seen her best friend so heartbroken. All she could do was hug her and comfort her the best way she could.
After the small crying session, Victoria held (Y/N) by the shoulders. “Okay (Y/N), here’s what we're going to do. I’m going to let you cry about him for a week. Avoid him, punch a wall, scream in anger and pain. Do whatever it takes to get your emotions out. Then after a week, you’ll get up and stop thinking about him.”
(Y/N) sniffled, wiping some of the snot on her sleeve. “Y-You’re acting as if Newt and I broke up.”
“Well, you’re crying like it,” Victoria said, patting (Y/N)’s shoulders. “Come on, we have a whole future to worry about guys. Right now, we’re going to do whatever it takes to get us training to be Aurors after we graduate.” She said, smiling at her friend.
“Yeah, we’ll take names and kick ass.” (Y/N) joked.
Victoria winked at her, “That’s my girl. And like I always say, birds of a feather-”
“Flock together.” They said in unison.
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And (Y/N) did that. She cried. She wrote angry letters, sad letters, love letters to Newt then ripped them to shreds. She’d punched a pillar once and broke her left hand- yikes, that was not a pretty sight. Victoria had done everything she could to make (Y/N) feel better.
After a week, Victoria came into (Y/N)’s dorm and woke her up. From then on, those two worked hard and smart. They took opportunities whenever they could.
Fifth year came along and the Headmaster had a hard time choosing between the two to be the Ravenclaw prefect of their year. (Y/N) declined the offer, letting Victoria take the prefect position. Although confused, Victoria proudly took the title and accepted the responsibilities.
Fifth year was the year Newt and (Y/N) reconciled. They apologized for leaving each other. They apologized for all the miscommunication. It didn’t take long for them to become friends again. His affections returned, but not to the extent to what it was in their third year.
He waited to walk to classes with her before parting ways. He had “Care of Magical Creatures” while she and Victoria headed off to “Defense Against the Dark Arts”. He tried his best to balance his time between Leta and (Y/N). Though in the end, he would always choose Leta.
When word got out that (Y/N) and Newt were hanging out with each other again, Victoria got concerned.
“Now, is this strictly platonic?”
“Of course it is! Newt’s just a fr-… He’s…” (Y/N) trailed off.
Victoria leaned her back against the bookshelf, crossing her arms over her chest. “You caught feelings again, didn’t you?”
(Y/N) could only nod in agreement.
It did take time for Victoria to trust him again. Who could blame her? He broke her best friend’s heart. Soon after that, she was back to being the “mom friend” of the group. (Y/N), Newt, and Leta- Victoria would do anything to protect her friends.
That was until Newt got expelled. In Sixth Year, one of Leta's experiments involving a Jarvey went too far, endangering the life of another student. Instead of seeing his best friend expelled, Newt took the blame for Leta’s actions. Victoria, (Y/N), and Leta were in the room where it happened. The Headmaster had dismissed the girls. (Y/N) and Leta left, but Victoria stayed to try and defend Newt’s innocence along with Professor Dumbledore.
As they walked farther from the Headmaster’s office, (Y/N) called out to Leta, trying to get her attention. She finally stopped Leta by gently holding onto her shoulder. “Leta,” She said in a serious tone.
Leta turned around, moving her shoulder to get (Y/N)’s hand off. “What is it now?”
“You’re going to ask that when you’re the reason Newt’s expelled? The audacity.”
“I didn’t ask him to do that!” Leta retorted.
(Y/N) scoffed, “He did it because he loved you, Leta! All you did was take and take from him and you loved it. You loved his attention and his loyalty and you just ate it up.”
“Don’t talk to me about loyalty. You and Victoria had no problem ditching him when I came around. You two quickly climbed the ranks in your house. Too bad you weren’t good enough to be prefect.”
(Y/N) stood there in silence. Leta was wrong. She could’ve been prefect. She chose not to take it. No hard feelings. (Y/N) thought that Victoria would be a better candidate. Her eyes teared up- not in sadness, but anger.
Leta saw this as an opportunity to add more fuel to the fire, “And don’t think I didn’t notice… You loved him too.”
Still she stood in silence.
"Well, someone's ought to remind you-"
"What?" (Y/N) snapped.
"You're nothing without Victoria behind you."
"How dare you-" (Y/N) started, pulling out her wand and aimed it at Leta.
“(Y/N).” Victoria’s voice called.
(Y/N) gasped.
“Mummy’s calling.” Leta teased before turning to walk away.
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alias-b · 4 years ago
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Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3
Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.
A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with my writing. I'm branching back out slowly into my fics and hoping to keep posting them. The aftermath of Evie's attack and some needed love from friends. Billy taps into a darker part of his life to protect her and realizes what she's beginning to mean to him. TW: Abuse, mentions of past student/teacher relationship, Billy's anger. TAGLIST OPEN ! Chat with me if you have time. :)
Chapter 11: My Heart Burns There, Too
   Billy’s knuckles turned pink from the incessant pounding.
   A huff.
   Maybe Evie was standing him up.
   Something pricked his stomach. Told him to keep trying.
   “Evie!” He called. “I know you’re home…”
   Nothing. Behind him, a car had pulled up.
   “Billy?” Heather parked and got out. Fucking pretty boy in her passenger seat. He and Steve still weren’t chummy even after the revenge plot. 
   “What are you doing here, princess?”
   “Was gonna see if Evie wanted to hit the movies with us." Arms crossing, her hip cocked. Priss. "Something to do.”
   “You’re too late, I laid claim to Fenny tonight. She’s going out with me.” Billy knocked again. “Once I get her ass out here… Evie!”
   “Is she?” Heather eyed him closer and approached. “Is she even home?”
   “Think so.” Billy crept around the side of the house to her window. Knocked. Nothing.
   “Way to be a total creep.” Steve remarked, hands shoving into his pockets. Half amused at Billy’s persistence. 
   “I see a lump on her bed through the blinds. Curtain is cracked.” Billy huffed. “Hey, Evie!”
   “Something happened.” Heather’s eyes changed as Billy turned to see her. The expression made his pulse speed. “Evie did this after her dad left. Evie!” She knocked too. “Your friends are here!”
   “Okay, I’m breaking in.” Billy went around front. Felt about the windows with the other two behind him.
   “Whoa, wait a second, aren’t you-?”
   “Harrington, the neighbors here really don’t give a shit. They won’t call the cops for anything.” Billy looked elsewhere as he said that. “Believe me.”
   Steve watched him jiggle a window. 
   “Is it unlocked?” Heather came back up the steps. 
   “Yeah.” Billy yanked it up. Climbed in and shut it, went to open the front door. Steve groaned and followed them inside.
   “Evie.” Billy entered the bedroom. Blue jumped up to come climb his leg. “Even the damn cat is ready for our...date...thing.” He couldn’t think of a better word. One hand plucking the ball of fluff from his hip to push it at a confused Steve.
   Evie still didn't move to get up. Just breathed.
   “What’s going on?" Billy got tender. "Hey.” 
   He came to her first. Evie bundled and hidden upon her bed in the dim light while the sky grew darker. Heather trailed after with Steve in the doorway.
   “Go away.” A muffled croak followed. Heather sighed and sat down. Put her chin on Evie’s shoulder. Felt her friend go stiff.
   “Hey...we’d really like to see you. What happened, Evie? Please talk to me.” She sounded truly afraid. Hands peeled the comforter away. Evie hid herself into the pillow. Arms up to pull her hood further. Curls splayed in tufts of loose frizz
   “Evie, come on,” Billy climbed near her legs, “we’ll go outside if you just want to talk to Heather.”
   “I just wanted him to stop.” Evie’s fingers curled, voice cracking and glazed with tears. “I wanted it to stop. I didn’t mean to be so loud, I was just trying to make it stop.”
   “Wanted what to…?” Heather trailed off when Evie shot up. Hands braced and facing away still. Shaking. “You’re scaring me. Evie.” A gentle hand brought the hood back. Evie smoothed her curls and sniffled harder. Slowly, turned her head while a finger clicked her bedside lamp on. 
   Matching gasps followed.
   “Oh, my god! Who did this to you?” Heather sprang into action but Evie’s head fell to her chest. Arms cradled her. Soothing. “Hey, I got you. We’re here.” Sweet Heather teared up, not knowing what to do as Evie scrambled to cling to her and weep. Waves crashing distantly.
   “I tried to stop it. I did.” Evie crumbled there. Steve, the most confused, ran out and returned with a makeshift ice pack from the freezer. Wrapping it in a rag after dropping Blue on her desk.
   “She needs ice, here.” Steve joined Heather. Smoothed Evie’s hair, but she flinched. “Sorry.” He touched the ice to her right eye. Winced. Helped Heather calm her down because she was gasping at that point, near a panic attack.
   Billy went dead silent. Staring at Evie’s face with a hard, distant expression. Thought he might implode. Teeth crushed and one muscle in his jaw gave a twitch.
   Breathe.
   “Evie.” He pushed out smoother and licked his lips. “Did he do this to you?”
   “Who?” Heather turned. Billy ignored her.
   “Evie. Look at me." The tame order had her eyes shifting, laced in shame. "There you are. Good. Stay right here. You don’t have to speak. Just nod for me. Yes or no?”
   Billy was on his feet the second Evie gave him what he asked for. A single nod. She latched at Heather and cried harder as he went.
   “Where are you going?” Heather craned, but Billy stalked out with his keys in hand. Hard steps. Steve went after him on instinct.
   Evie just wept, out poured all the pent up emotion she bottled.
   “Honey, who did this?” Heather tried again.
   The door slammed.
   “F-Fredrick.” She burst out. 
   “Fr… Our teacher?”
   “I-I’ve been sleeping with him. I was so stupid, Heath. So damn stupid. I thought he loved me. For a while. I tried to stop it. I tried to stop him. He wouldn’t let me just go. I wanted it to stop. I’m sorry.”
   Pieces fell together. Why Evie closed off to her best friend.
   “Don’t be sorry, I got you. Lie down.” Heather just got into the bed with her, shoes kicking off. Let Evie sob into her chest while trying to ice her eye. “I’m here. You're not stupid, I got you.”
   Outside, Billy was getting into his car.
   “Man, what are you doing?” Steve shoved into the passenger side. “Who did that?”
   “Bowers.” Billy started the engine. Seeing all red and contained still. Eyes front. A mission. “Get the fuck out.”
   “Bowers? Our teacher, you mean they…” Steve connected some dots. “Oh, fuck.”
   “Get out of my car.”
   “No, I’m going with you.”
   Billy jerked the vehicle to speed off. Steve buckled himself in.
   “I think I know what street this guy is on, look for the orange Plymouth.” Billy barely stopped at a red light and continued on. Dead set. About to tear this damn town to shreds. Steve watched him grip the wheel. Knuckles paling.
   “What are you going to do?”
   “I’m gonna make him stop.” Billy skidded and saw it. “There you are, fucker.” He rolled up to the house. Steve scrambled to get out and follow him, looking around the empty neighborhood. 
   “Hey, man, you’re not going to…”
   “Just gonna make him stop.” Billy said again. Not really listening. He saw Evie in his mind again. Thought of his mother. Fists clenched before he smashed the doorbell.
   Fredrick cracked it open.
   “Mr. Har-” Two hands shoved forward into the house. Billy was noticeably shorter than Bowers, but the way he grabbed his already torn shirt and shoved him into the floor distracted from that.
   A punch sweltered. Burst knuckles red. Billy was hellbent. Ready to combust into flames. Steve turned and shut the door behind them.
   “Ack! What’s this about?” Fredrick slapped a hand to his nose. "Get out!"
   “You beat the shit out of her.” Billy stood over him. Dangerous.
   “I have no idea-”
   “I already know about you. She didn’t tell me either. Figured it out on my own, man, you’re not slick. You think those other burnouts you’re teaching won’t notice, too?” Billy crept up with determined steps. “Are you fucking any other kids?”
   “I-”
   “Yes or no!” Billy roared in his face. Steve stepped up behind him with huge eyes. Only able to watch. Fredrick about shit himself.
   “No...no.” He swallowed. “Are you…?”
   “Not gonna tell anyone. You and I, we’re going to forget this ever happened.” Billy undid his belt. Not even here anymore. “You’re going to learn a lesson, teach. Respect. Responsibility."
   "If you leave now-"
   "You take any pictures or videos of her? Tell me or I’ll tear this place apart finding them.”
   “N-No...never. She wouldn’t let me.”
   “You sick piece of shit.” It was Steve who voiced that before Billy could, although he looked nauseous.
   The belt slid out of its loops. Fredrick glowered at him. Clearly fearful. Not getting up.
   “You’re going to forget, Evangeline Fenny. Hear me? You’re going to pack up tonight and get the fuck out of town. Transfer. Don’t crawl back to your fucking wife. You’re going to hole yourself up and live your life and you’re not going to fuck anymore kids. Nod.”
   Slowly, Bowers obeyed.
   Billy looped the belt. Slashed it through the air. An ugly twack into Bower’s eye cracked. Steve wondered about stopping him, but didn’t. Barely flinched when he watched it happen. Billy snarled and hit the older man until he turned over to avoid it. Blood bursting from his nose still. Cowering like a bitch.
   “You’re not gonna see her!” Billy raged and descended down. Brutal slaps like the ones Neil dealt him and his mother. “You’re not gonna think about her! You’re not gonna touch her! Ever again! Fucking disappear!” 
   Billy kicked Bower’s in the ribs. Left him there gasping.
   “Okay, okay! Just don’t...ngh…please.” He whimpered. Billy, still baring his teeth, paused. Hit him a final time with the metal end. Vibrated so hard. Saw Neil there cowering when he blinked. Saw Neil also in the reflection of a fallen mirror that cracked.
   “Pack up tonight. Don’t make me do this again. No, goodbye. No, nothing. Just fuck off and never come back or I’ll fucking kill you. Hear me? I’ll kill you for what you did to her! She's dead and she's not coming back because of you!”
   His voice cracked. So hot, he might breathe smoke. Eyes watering.
   Steve was in front of Billy now, pushing him back into the door. Soothing.
   “Hey, man. We gotta go. He got the message. Let’s go…” Steve caught Billy's face and realized the boy was crying.
   “Don’t let me catch you in this town again.” Billy spat all the way out, skidding and intent on Bowers' beaten frame. Steve started yanking him back to the car.
   "Hey, Billy, I-"
   "Please." Billy sniffled to get a hold of himself. "Please, don't." Steve looked at him and did the only kindness Billy would allow. He peered aside to let the boy wipe his eyes.
   They nearly hit the mailbox screeching out. Back to Evie’s where they found Heather in the kitchen brewing some jasmine tea.
   “She told me everything.” Heather looked like she’d been crying too. Eyes fell to Billy’s knuckles as he did his belt again. “Can you go sit with her a bit? First aid kit is on the bed. She won’t let me…”
   Billy passed and Steve went into the kitchen. Evie sat at her desk now. Battered. Hoodie on the floor. Eyes unblinking and dry. Expressionless. A needle felting project in hand. Deftly stabbing a mass of grey wool into a shape. Billy stole a chair and got close, sat in it backwards and opened the kit on her desk.
   “You gonna let me take you to the hospital?”
   “No.”
   One exhale out his nose showed he didn’t approve. Doctors prodding was the last thing Evie needed. Especially with her eating habits.
   "You feel dizzy?"
   "No."
   “Let’s get you cleaned up, then. Don’t mean to brag, but I know my way around a first aid fit.”
   Evie kept stabbing. Coolly. Eyes flicked to his knuckles. Burnt red from the few punches he tossed between swipes of the belt. 
   She missed her project and pricked her thumb. Cringed to hiss before Billy snatched her hand. Pressed a cotton ball to let the bead of blood dry.
   Brown eyes lifted to his face. Almost dewy and angelic. No rage left while he brought her finger up to kiss the pad a few times. Lashes batting and fanned thick. So beautiful. Billy panned to focus on her now looking at him.
   He went through the kit and reached for her chin. Tilted Evie so he could clean up the dried blood on her brow and lip. She just watched Billy squint and study her in turn.
   “He’s not going to be a problem anymore.” Came a distant sigh. Something he never got to say to his mother. “You’re safe now.” Billy ruffled her curls. Felt gingerly for more damage. A small knot on the back of her skull. 
   “Can I have another ice pack?” Evie asked at last. She lifted her shirt to flash some nasty bruising on her ribs. Unashamed of her stomach that wasn’t flat. Billy got up to retrieve some at the same time Heather brought the tea in. 
   “Can we stay over tonight with you?” She sat down. “Steve and I can make a food run. Pick up lots of ice cream and just watch some TV together.” Fingers tucked a couple dark curls aside.
   “I’d like that.” Evie beamed a little. “I’m sorry.”
   “Why?” 
   “I didn’t tell you about him.”
   “You were scared. I get it. I’m not mad. You don’t have to hide things. Don't worry about it right now.” Heather swept down to embrace her friend. Evie peered at Steve and smiled. 
   “Bring it in, Steve.” She gestured so he gave them both a bear hug. “Thanks, guys.”
   “You gonna be okay for a bit with Billy?” Heather pulled out so Evie just nodded. Shoulders dropping as they left. Billy moved around them and came to offer the ice pack. She hissed, pressing it down with her project in the other hand.
   "I made Bourbon's face from felt a couple years ago. Figured I'd make one for Blue, too." She set it aside and avoided his stare for a moment. "They look worse than they are."
   "Liar." He said. "I'd know."
   Evie licked her lips. Frowned at the table.
   “Hey.” Billy spoke and Evie only sighed, eyes lifting to his fatigued expression.
   “Hi.”
   “Name’s Billy. Just moved here from Cali.” He continued, eyes rolling when she looked confused. “What I should have said when we met.”
   “Ah. Name’s Evangeline. Evie for short. Welcome to Indiana.” She sat back.
   “Evangeline.” He sounded out, smirking. “Is that a poem?”
   “Oh, yeah, a totally depressing one.” Evie chuckled there, wincing noticeably. Billy crossed his arms on her desk. Leaned forward.
   “Shame. That's a nice New Orleans twang you have.”
   She tried hard not to smile at that. One cheek sucked in.
   "Don't know what you mean."
   They studied each other again. Cheap colored lights around her room gave it a too pretty glow.
   “So, do you want to go out?” She asked out of the blue. Billy gaped a little. Processed what she said. Even got up to look around. “What?”
   “Just making sure you’re talking to me.” Billy peered outside. Sat down again to point at his chest. “You hit your head a little too hard or something?”
   “I bought a new shirt for you."
   "That sounds serious, Evie." He earned a push for that. Licked his lips to smile brighter.
   "And I just figured we could hang out later. While I don’t...look like this.” Evie tucked some hair aside.
   “You’re still…” Billy trailed off. Pretty. She blushed under all the discoloring. Tone shifting.
   “Did you hurt him bad?”
   “He can still walk.” A beat. “He’s gonna leave you alone. I made him stop. Hear me?” Billy had to keep saying it. He saved her. He stopped the monster. Evie welled at him. Actually touched his hand to squeeze it.
   “Can...Can you guys...maybe not leave me alone this week?” Evie plucked up some wool to twist it around. It wasn’t just Fredrick. She didn’t feel safe with her thoughts and all these sharp objects either.
   “Have I left you alone since New Years, Evie?” Billy cracked a grin that illuminated her expression. 
   “True.” She rubbed her head. In obvious pain.
   Billy got up again to go. Shifted through a medicine cabinet. Pills, liquid meds, vitamins, and more first aid necessities.
   A plastic container caught his eye. Full of push pins with red plastic toppers. Like cherry candies. Something that should’ve been in an office desk, not a teen’s bathroom. Strange.
   Billy pushed it aside. Filled a glass with water and plucked up some pills.
   “Hey, you should take something. Your head will thank you. Drink all the water.” He clicked the glass down. Eyes passed Evie to see the closer bookcase. Full of trinkets. Sparkling rocks and gemstones. Broken pieces of ceramic dancers from odd collectables. Pointing things. Keys. Neatly organized and lined up. 
   “Heather’s getting food, but I might...put my head down.” She drank and swallowed two pills. Scooped up Blue while she pawed at her ankle. Billy edged to leave. “Hey, you...” He came to full attention, turning. “You don’t have to leave…”
   Billy was in front of her lightning quick. Evie didn’t flinch when their eyes locked together. 
   “Yeah?”
   “I want you to stay.” Came the admission. Unafraid of him and his steel knuckles beginning to rust. Evie just stared without cringing. 
   Not even as his fingers trailed up her jawline. Gingerly over a bruise there. His thumb drew a gentle circle next to it. Such a contrast to Billy. So natural too.
   Evie let him observe her wounds. Finger pad tracing that swollen mouth to tip her chin. Lips touched her brow. A moon crescent trail of soft kisses. He pecked her jaw next. Then, found her lips for a vaguely rustic kiss.
   She tilted to open a little. Deepened in without regret. Fingers combed her messy curls back before he leaned out. Bright eyes glinting.
   “Our worst kiss yet.” Evie mused, Blue clutched to her torso.
   “Oh, yeah. Terrible.” He hitched, entertained. Evie searched him and let Blue crawl over her bed.
   “Gonna change into something comfier.” She waited until Billy gave her a moment. Evie pulled on a sports bra and color block print shirt with long sleeves that went almost to her knees. Fluffy blue socks were a must. She drank more water and poked her head out. “Coming?”
   Billy didn’t need to be told twice.
   “I’ll stay up. Wait for the others to get home.” He yawned as Evie got into bed. Fiddling with her sleeves.
   “Can you lie down with me for a bit? Just until I fall asleep. No pressure.” She perked when he unbuttoned his shirt. Kicked jeans aside and stood there in a white tank and briefs. Stunning without really trying. The metallic chain around his neck caught the moonlight before she shut the lamp off.
   “Scoot.” Billy slid in next to her. Blue wandered and got comfortable on a pillow above them. Evie had no qualms nestling into him. Tucking into his side where she felt safe between him and the wall. 
   Billy’s body warmed her instantly. The cologne and wash spirited her into a dream. Evie settled her head on his chest and shifted one loose arm over his hard frame. Flush with curves that fit into him perfectly.
   He tried to reason she was just scared and drained. Fingertips danced up her spine as Billy stared at the ceiling. Evie touched his wrist and got a better look at his knuckles. Kissed them better. Felt Billy’s chest sink and still.
   “Thank you...” Evie closed her eyes.
   No reply followed. Same as the night before, she let herself tumble and fall. Less shame this hour. Billy sniffled and exhaled. Tried to stay awake while Evie’s breath evened out.
   Heather found them upon returning. Pushed the door back to see Billy’s head tilted aside. Snoring. Evie burrowed into his torso with one arm draped over him. Steve smiled a little, eyes rolling.
   “Unbelievable.”
   “Let’s get this stuff in the fridge and set up camp in the living room.” Heather hushed him, closing the door to let them rest. 
   The hours rolled until Billy roused to some rustling at six in the morning.
   Bleary eyes cracked to an auroral outline. Evie perched on the floor at the end of the bed with the desk lamp pulled over. Couple notebooks spread out as she marked down some words and mimed them on her guitar. Mouthing to herself, barely making sound. Blue teetered across the papers to wriggle into her lap. Frizzy curls half piled atop her crown.
   Blue eyes trailed over the back of her bare neck. Thought about pushing his lips there and chided himself. Billy shifted and her head snapped. Quick hands set the guitar aside, back in its stand.
   “Sorry. I found a chorus at five and had to write it down before I…” She scribbled her lyrics and smacked a notebook shut. Billy rubbed his stomach and yawned. Heard her say something that stuck with him. “Sometimes I think I write songs like I don’t have any time left.”
   “Don’t stop on my account.” He paused as Evie rose. The lamp in her grip like an old candle. Bathing her face. Violet kisses around her poor reddened eye. Evie thought of a flickering candle stick too and how wax would look dripping down against his illuminated, marble skin.
   Noticing him staring, Evie clicked the light off and set it aside.
   For a moment, she stood there in the dark fiddling with her sleeves. Fingers pulled a scrunchie out and tossed it on the desk. Billy reclined to stare at the ceiling. 
   “It’s your bed.” He quipped so she crossed and crawled up between him and the wall again. Evie got very still and faced away.
   “One hour. The most lyrics I’ve sat down and punched out in...feels like months. It was always hard to get words out when I was dwelling on Fredrick. So much for fucking an English teacher. He liked it as a hobby and nothing more…”
   “He’s an asshole.”
   “He wasn’t always. Not to me. Maybe that’s twisted. He did help me...he did. Even if that was him trying to feed his own ego.”
   “Shouldn’t do this. Trip down memory lane will only sting.” Billy exhaled. “You might even like it.”
   Evie decided to hurt.
   “Sometimes I’d wrap my arms around him in the shower and sing little songs in his ear. He loved that shit.” Evie turned over to see Billy already looking in her direction. Barely there ounces of blue light glimmered from outside. “He gave me such lovely kisses. We used to joke a lot, back when it was fun. Dancing and wrestling around.”
   “You’re better off."
   “I know that, I wished I believed it though. In full. I don't love him. I know that. But, it's still hard not to feel something. I don't think he had a very good childhood and missed out on it."
   "Taking yours is no excuse." Billy got hard about that.
   "It’s not fair. To still…feel any kind of way about a person who hurts you. You can’t just turn it off and that’s…” Evie sniffed and sucked her cheeks in. “I don’t know how to live with that.”
   “You just do.” Billy rubbed his eyes with one hand. Drowsy and alert with her next to him. Both of them entombed in sweet amber.
   “He used to bring me gifts. Little things like what I collected. The antique looking brooches he found were my favorite. These little inklings that reminded me I was thought of. Desired. He bought me lacy things too. I still have Fredrick in a little box hidden in my top drawer. My gift wrapped naughty secret I used to love.” Evie scoffed at herself. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”
   “Clearly have words.” Billy sounded out in the dark. Seeming too wise for his youthful beauty. Gold curls slipping over silky pillows. Lashes batting as he turned to see the shine of her eyes. Evie settled in and gripped her own pillow, sighing out.
   “It was so innocent when it started. It really was. I don’t think he picked me, not until much later. Not until I was already his. He didn’t act on these...urges. Maybe I pushed him.” Her lip quivered.
   "You didn't."
   “We had these lingering after school talks that started to last the hour. One day there was an awful storm and I only had my bike. We both were soaked and he just smiled. He felt bad for keeping me. I remember the crack of thunder because it sent me into his arms. He only hugged me and I needed it so bad because sometimes you just need to be held.”
   Billy just listened well.
   “I don’t know why it does that to me. Scares me like I think I might die, I’m willing to brave bigger monsters to get away from it. Fredrick offered me a ride and we got into the car sopping wet. Dripping all down my lips and chin. He turned on the engine and...had this funny look, you know, like he knew I wasn’t supposed to be there with the rain dripping from my hair and cheeks.”
   “You weren’t.”
   “And he looked so beautiful. Never seen his hair a mess. I smiled. And he smiled. We laughed at it because we both felt it. And then he kissed me... Afterward, I asked him to fuck me and he said, no. Just drove me home.”
   Blue eyes studied Evie too close.
   “I started crying softly like a little baby. Asking what I did wrong...asking why he had to go and kiss me in the first place. God, it was so embarrassing. I was mortified.” Evie huffed to herself. “We didn’t look at each other for a week after that. I skipped his class because I was so upset and he found me in the library after school..."
   She paused to exhale.
   "...He couldn’t say anything like suddenly he was the nervous one. Just dropped a note down and practically raced for the hills. Named a motel, date, and time. And I showed up... He seemed surprised I did.”
   “And he…?”
   “No, we drove a ways away to some bar that didn’t card. Had a beer in this messy roadhouse. Got tipsy and I laughed at something silly and touched his knee. Fredrick said I made him hard and then when I didn’t believe it, he took my hand and pressed it… Fuck, I never wanted anyone that bad, you know? It was like no one thought about sex as much as I did.”
   “That’s just being a teen, Angel.” Billy's lip twitched and she nodded.
   “Yeah. We fell asleep holding each other. Didn’t have sex until the next week at his place. We had fun together and he used to read me to sleep every night we spent. Fredrick nurtured me and he fucked me so good. Being with him, I wanted the sun to stay up all day for the first time...and when it went down, I wasn’t afraid.”
   Her final sentiments shook his core apart.
   “And there was no other man to compete with him.” Evie said. “I was never going to win.”
   “I wanted to kill him, you know?” Billy trembled, fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt around. “Looked at him and saw my dad there and I thought… I felt powerful after. I would go back and finish the job right now if I could, Evie, I felt so fucking great while he cried. I wonder if that’s how my dad feels when he…”
   “You’re not Neil.”
   “No, but I might be worse. Didn't stop my dad, I just became him to cope. To understand it and I still...fuck, I still don't.”
   “I don’t think you’re worse.” 
   “You don’t know that, Evie.” Billy tried to be mean when he said it. Left her undaunted.
   “I do know you. Well enough now.” Evie let herself touch him. Billy shuddered when her fingers shifted over his tense fist.
   “I didn’t push you around cause I liked you. Guys don’t really do that. I hated you, Evie." He welled at her, eyes locking. "Just cause you saw things. Cause you’re strange. Cause you have a mother.”
   “I hated you, too.” She offered that lovely as can be. Billy sniffled and flashed a smile in the dark with watery eyes. Laid there staring into space as she studied him.
   "You wanna sing me something?" He'd asked in a strange tone. This inkling of reluctance.
   "Now?"
   "Yeah, something soft so we don't wake the house," Billy explained with the same hesitant armor over his flesh, "like a lullaby."
   "What do you want to hear?"
   "What's that song you're always humming in school?"
   "Oh, the Irma Thomas one." Evie swallowed to breathe and tucked into him, arms pulled to her chest. "You get a single verse."
   "That's enough," Billy turned to see her blush, "for now, Evangeline."
   "It's weird with you so close."
   "I'll shut my eyes." He let his lashes flutter. "You can just sing me to sleep." A beat of Evie shifting into him. Searching. She came up on her elbows and Billy stretched his arm out for her.
   "I know..." She took a moment to find her voice again. Smoothed it back out to silk. "I know to ever let you go. Oh, it's more than I could ever stand..."
   Billy's breath hitched when she lowered back into him. Head on his shoulder. Rich and gentle near his ear. Singing too sweetly, he vibrated.
   "Oh, but anyone," Evie touched his face to tuck some locks of hair aside, "who knows what love is..."
   She never finished. Billy kept his eyes shut. Stayed there reclined looking like Eros himself. Angelic and too beautiful to be apart of this world. Nestled on a pair of ethereal, feather wings. She imagined being Psyche and lying with him. Those glowy wings curling around them both for shelter.
   Evie pushed up further and caught Billy by surprise kissing him. Just a tender peck upon the cheek. Another at the corner of his lips. Blue eyes opened too late. The bliss of her moved away when his hand came up then dropped. Deciding not to push it.
   "How'd I do?"
   Billy could have said a number of things.
   About how her voice fills the edges around him and he's not afraid to succumb for the first time. About how she makes him feel things he hasn't in a long while. About how she's a swell of magnificent fire in this winter. About how being with Evie reminds him how much people can mean to each other. Even if it makes him upset, remembering; because it's so raw. He's willing to touch it again because of her glimmer.
   About how he wants to be a better version of himself and help Evie see herself as he does. About how she's burning and molten and neon and painted and free when she sings. And beautiful. And he wants more bad kisses. More of her. About how she's so much and she's absolutely enough and she deserves to feel that. To be still and burn with soft embers for once while the moon and stars twinkle kindly for her. About how there's a fire hiding behind her heart emitting a lovely glow that only he can see.
   About how his heart burns there, too.
   But, Billy turned to see Evie's glittering eyes and replied delicately.
   "Fine." He said, chest shuddering because it wasn't enough to capture her spark. Evie only beamed. Like maybe she felt the warmth of his flames even still.
   No more words could be spoken. Evie settled back into him and tried to resume her slumber. They felt Blue pawing to climb up and make her usual perch on the pillows. Billy stayed stiff as a board to allow her to fall. Felt the warmth on his face where her lips grazed. 
   That red hot kiss rocked him back under the water.
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Busted (Jim Hopper x OC)
Summary: Emma didn’t like Chief Hopper. She was tired of him always busting her weekend after weekend, no matter how sneaky she thought she was being. She was tired of him singling her out, and even if he busted a huge party, he’d still only stick her in his police truck. Hopper was tired of dealing with a defiant girl weekend after weekend. He was tired of her idiotic mentality that she was indestructible. And he was really, really tired of always finding her in places that were crawling with grimy boys. (Emma is in the same grade as Billy and Steve, so I imagine her as being 19).
Warnings: smut! size kink, age gap, jealousy, rough sex, choking, oral sex (fr), CMNF
Word Count: 4.7k
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“Cops!” Emma heard the first fateful scream of the party. It was destined to get busted, a party thrown at Steve Harrington’s, but she didn’t care. She wanted to have a good night. She barely cared about anything but having a good time at this point.
“Shit, shit, shit-” Emma ran towards the back door. She felt an arm grab her before she could exit, though. Whipping her body around, she let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Steve. “Jesus, Harrington! I thought you were-”
“Hopper? Yeah, he’s outside.” Steve cut her off. Emma wasn’t sure what her stance on Steve was. They weren’t close friends, but he knew of her troubles with the Chief. Practically everyone did. “I was hoping you could talk to him.”
“What? Me?” She asks. He nods. “Why the hell would that be a good idea?”
“Well, you know him better than anyone here, and if they tell my dad about this I’m screwed.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, and if he even finds out I’m here he’s going to tear this entire home apart until he finds me, so your safest bet is to let me leave.” She ranted, speaking bitterly about the man who she saw as an absolute killjoy.
As he was talking to her, two cops burst into the home. Emma immediately recognized Callahan as one of them and her eyes widened. “I need to go.” She told Steve before running out the back door.
She didn’t get very far before she slammed face first into something- or someone. She groaned in pain, stepping back. She didn’t need to look up to see who it was, her being eye-level with his torso was enough to recognize the beige colored uniform and brown jacket. She looked up at his eyes, saw him open his mouth to speak, then turned and made a run for it.
“Hey! Get back here!” His angry voice always came out when she resisted, he was hoping by this point she’d give up on always trying to evade him. Though she was quite fast, she was tiny. Standing just barely at 5'0, Hopper’s 6'3 form made it easy for him to catch up by taking huge steps as he chased her. It didn’t take long for him to get close enough to wrap a strong arm around her waist and quite literally lift her off of the ground and start walking back to his truck with her.
“God- stop carrying me, asshole!” She screamed, punching at the arm that held her in place. Her back was pressed against his side, like he was holding a baby backwards, and she thrashed against his body until he dropped her feet to the ground. A harsh grip on her arm replaced his previous method to contain her.
He didn’t say a word to her until he shoved her into the car. He didn’t cuff her, he’d only ever done that once, when she was drunk and belligerent and wouldn’t stop trying to open the back doors mid drive. Luckily, the car had child locks on for the back doors. Hopper climbed into the driver’s seat and let out a long sigh. “Do you think I enjoy having to leave home on a Saturday night to do this shit?” He asked.
“Yes, you fucking stalker!” She snapped, her anger boiling over. “What are you gonna do next? Hunt me down at home and arrest me for not doing the dishes even though my mom asked me to? Leave me the hell alone!”
“It’s not my fault that you are always being a dumbass kid!” Hopper screamed. Emma shrunk back in her seat at the volume and intensity of his voice. “You should be grateful that I’m the one who deals with your shit! Because I’m pretty sure if it were anyone else but me, you would’ve been locked up a long time ago!”
“What shit, Hopper?” Emma was seething at this point. “What shit are you putting up with? Following me everywhere I go and just waiting until I do something you don’t like? Stay home and enjoy your Saturday night instead of following me around!”
“So now it’s my fault that you’re always getting into some kind of trouble?” He asked rhetorically.
“Oh, like you were such an angel at my age.” She scoffed. He ignored her. Emma had found over time that the less arguing that happened inside of the car, the more uncomfortable it was for her. “You forgot.”
“Forgot what?” He asked, sounding like his patience was worn thin.
“Aren’t you going to ask me about boys?” She asked.
In the front of the car, Hopper’s eyebrows furrowed and his jaw set. He felt an overwhelming surge of anger fill his body as he listened to her words. “You aren’t going to ask me if I was with a boy, or who the boy was, or something?” She spoke again when he didn’t reply to her. “What? No longer interested in my love life, Chief?” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel as tightly as he could. “You know what I think? I think you get a kick out of the idea that you’re keeping boys away from me. I think you like the idea of completely destroying my love life the same way you’ve destroyed yours!”
“Fuck this.” Hopper said under his breath, turning abruptly at the next left. Emma yelped from the backseat as the turn sent her flying to the left, as she’d never put on a seatbelt. He was originally going to give her a lecture and drive her home, but she was in rare form tonight.
“Um, where are we going?” She asked as she sat up and saw that they were going in the opposite direction of her house.
“I am going to take you somewhere where I can talk to you.” Hopper said, his volume controlled. The intensity of his voice still freaked Emma out a bit.
It didn’t take long to realize where they were going, and before she knew it, she found herself at the police station. “Shit.” She muttered to herself.
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“You’re a real dick for this.” Emma murmured as she pouted in the seat on the opposite side of Hopper’s desk.
“I’m a real dick for this?” Hopper repeated, chuckling dryly. He was pacing around the room intimidatingly, but she had seen it all before- too many times to count. “You think I wanted to come to the station after hours to give you your twentieth sit down tonight?”
“You had the option not to and chose to do it anyway, so, yeah.” Emma shrugged. Hopper just stared at her in disbelief for a moment.
“The behavior that you refuse to give up…” Hopper thought about his words carefully. You could tell by the tone he was using that he was pissed yet trying to conceal it. “… Is unacceptable.” He finishes.
“I think it’s unacceptable that I can’t walk my god damn dog without looking over my shoulder to see if your standing there in your uniform- because it seems like literally every time I leave the house you claim I’m breaking the law.” She crossed her arms.
“Every time you leave the house you’re either drinking underage, smoking pot, going to big parties, or doing things that you should not be doing on a playground-” Hopper began to yell at her, but she cut him off.
“Please don’t bring that up.” She said, frowning uncomfortably.
“Oh, does talking about the playground incident make you uncomfortable?” He snapped. “Because it made me real uncomfortable to have to leave home at midnight because I got a call from some random jogger complaining that a little blonde girl was giving some boy a hand job on the swings!”
“Shut up!” Emma screamed. She got up from her chair and walked as far away from Hopper as she could, holding her hands over her ears.
“What, am I embarrassing you, little girl?” He asked loudly, condescendingly, as he followed her. She stared at him with a look of hatred. “Because you should be embarrassed!” He screamed. “Get the hell over yourself and stop acting like a jackass!”
“Why don’t you get the hell over yourself and stop acting like you’re doing this for me? You’re clearly just following my every move because you have some weird obsession with making my life a living hell!” She spat before reaching her arms up and pushing Hopper by his shoulders. Of course, it was impossible for him to overpower the man who was two times her size, and this only frustrated her more. “God, just move!” She pushed him again, to no avail.
Hopper caught her smaller hands in his much larger ones, holding them back from pushing him again. “You know why it’s always me, kid? You want to know why I’m the only cop who’s on your trail? Because I’m the only one who’ll put up with your bullshit week after week!” He yells. “Every god damn week, you get in trouble, and every god damn week I just let you off. Because I think you have potential to grow up and not be a giant nuisance, and I’m trying to be nice by not ever putting anything on your record. And every god damn week, you fight me as hard as you possibly can.”
“Because you’re a buzzkill, that’s why!” She hissed, snatching her hands back from him. “You ruin every weekend for me- you’re just an asshole! That’s all! I fight you so hard because you’re a gigantic asshole, and-”
She was cut off by Hopper grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. “I ruin every weekend for you because I’m trying to stop you from doing something you’ll regret.” He said sternly, and Emma’s chest rose and fell shallowly in the aftermath of her screaming.
“I’m not going to regret anything.” She said weakly. The room was silent, and the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
It all happened so fast, it was hard to tell who initiated it, but the second that their lips touched there was no going back. Emma melted into the kiss immediately, shocking her. She’d never had a thing for older men before, and had definitely never had a thing for authority figures. But there was something about kissing Hopper that thrilled her. He was not only off-limits, but their complicated relationship made it even more taboo.
Hopper began to walk forward, forcing Emma to step backwards until she felt a smooth surface hit her back. Hopper hoisted her up onto the desk, never breaking their kiss. His brain had turned to mush, and the only thing going through his mind was how she tasted like strawberries and how soft her skin felt under his rough, calloused hands. He wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her body, and he started by slowly sliding the tips of his fingers under the hem of her shirt. Emma sat up straighter as his hands began to explore the skin of her back.
Despite what her behavior may have indicated, the weekends of partying and hooking up with boys, she’d only ever slept with two people. The first was her ex boyfriend, and the second was Billy. She went through a nasty breakup right before the end of her junior year, when her boyfriend graduated and left for college. Ever since then, she’d been enjoying all of the things she couldn’t do before, perhaps she’d taken it too far over the past year, but she didn’t care.
She wasn’t nervous to do this with Hopper, though. Emma tended to have this presence of self-confidence that rarely faltered. She rarely ever felt unworthy, unattractive, or unremarkable.
The kiss had grown hungrier, especially after Hopper traced his fingers up and down her back and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. he slid his hands down her sides and gripped her hips harshly, pulling her closer to him until her butt was on the edge of the desk. He finally broke the kiss to take her shirt off, and he let the shirt drop from his hand slowly as he stared at her.
She blushed lightly, moving her hands up to his shirt to unbutton it. However, Hopper had no intentions of catching up to her, and moved her hands away as he leaned down and started kissing her neck. Emma was a bit disappointed that she didn’t get to strip the Chief, but she quickly forgot all about it as one of his large hands reached up to palm her breast, pinching her nipple as he sucked hard on her neck. She gasped at the feeling, and instinctively moved her hand down to palm him through his pants. He stopped her from doing that too, as he took his lips off of her neck and blew lightly on the dark mark he’d left.
“You aren’t going to let me touch you?” Emma asked, sounding distracted as his hand that wasn’t feeling her up dropped down to her upper thigh. He trailed his neck kisses lower, peppering them along her collar bones and down to her chest.
“No.” He said bluntly before he pinched one nipple and took the other one in his mouth. Emma didn’t have much time to pout before her jaw dropped again. She didn’t like to be too loud during sex, it was a pride thing, but she could hardly help herself tonight from gasping and letting out little noises at everything he did.
His hand that was massaging her upper thigh and ever so slightly brushing against her core was driving her crazy. She couldn’t stop her body from twitching when he got close enough to it, making her cheeks flush as he chuckled against the skin of her breast. He stood up straight again, reclaiming her lips as he slowly slid his hand over until he could feel her warmth through her shorts. She made a noise that was lost into his mouth, and she took it upon herself to start taking her shorts off.
Within seconds, Emma was completely naked, while Hopper still stood there fully clothed, the only pieces missing from his outfit were his hat and jacket. She found that she didn’t mind, though. Once he slid his hand down and starting pleasing her effortlessly, she was grateful to have the fabric to clutch onto to prevent herself from just going limp.
She was shaking, letting out involuntary mews and gasps of pleasure as Hopper rubbed a calloused, educated thumb over her clit. “Tell me about the boys.” He said lowly in her ear. She didn’t reply, and he grabbed her in his strong hands and easily flipped her small frame over so that she was left bending over the desk. She whimpered as he moved his hands from her waist down to her ass, squeezing before giving her a hard spank.
“Tell me about them.” He repeated, kissing the back of her thigh dangerously close to her aching heat. She twitched involuntarily at the feeling. She felt like she had no control over her body under his touch.
“B-Billy Hargrove.” Was all she could muster up to say. Hopper squeezed her butt again, pushing the cheeks apart and leaning forward. She could feel the scratchiness of his beard on her as he kissed her core lightly.
“Tell me.” He growled, as he finally began to eat her out. Emma cried out in pleasure, and Hopper spanked her with his right hand, trying to get her to speak.
“We-” she was cut off by her own moan. “Oh my God.” She said shakily as Hopper devoured her. As much as he loved watching her fall apart on his desk, he knew he wanted to take his time with her.
He began to lick her agonizingly slow, making her whimper again. “You what?” He asked, letting one of hands roam over the soft skin of her ass and squeeze.
“We’ve ho-oked up a few t-times.” She struggled to get out. Hopper growled, not expecting to be jealous of the boys that a college aged girl was getting on with. He knew she wasn’t an “innocent” kind of girl. Though her short blonde hair and big hazel eyes may look angelic, he’d busted her plenty of times for a plethora of reasons. At least two of those times her neck proudly displayed numerous hickeys.
“What does ‘hooked up’ mean?” Hopper asked. She tried to move, but his strong hands firmly held her in place. He moved one finger to her opening, teasing it. “Answer me, little girl.”
“We’ve done stuff.” She answered in a desperate tone. Hopper pushed his finger into her, making her gasp.
“What kind of 'stuff?’” He asked, and for some reason, the fact that he was interrogating her while he was fingering her, and he had her completely naked while he’d not taken off even a shoe, was so erotic. She had no idea she’d liked this kind of thing, but she was excited to see where it went.
“U-um…” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to answer that, but Hopper definitely wanted a response. She felt him slightly curl his long finger inside of her, hitting her g-spot with the kind of accuracy she had never experienced with anyone else. She let out some kind of noise she didn’t even know what to call. Hopper didn’t let up, moving his finger in her over and over. She could barely even see, let alone focus on answering questions.
Behind her, Hopper stood up. One of his hands was still working her up, while the other hand gathered her hair into a ponytail and pulled her head back so that she was level with his face. “'Um’ isn’t an answer.” He said, and she felt him put a second finger inside of her. She moaned loudly, forgetting about the pain of her hair being pulled completely. “Did you sleep with him?”
“Yes.” She breathed, and he felt anger rise in him again for reasons he knew weren’t fair to her. He distracted himself by kissing her, moving his fingers in her faster. She found it too difficult to keep up with the kiss, breaking it to moan and whimper. Hopper let go of her hair and she dropped back down to the smooth wood of the desk. His hand slammed against the desk a few inches away from her face, with Hopper watching her intently as she came closer and closer to coming undone in front of him. He finally couldn’t take it anymore when she grabbed his hand from the desk and took one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking it slowly.
Hopper groaned loudly, grabbing her again and flipping her over so that she was lying on her back on top of the desk. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name.” He growled before he grabbed her legs, which dangled over the edge, and threw them over his shoulders as he dropped to his knees, beginning to eat her out again. Watching her chest rise and fall as he focused his tongue on her clit was fun, but he wanted more.
He held nothing back, putting two fingers in her and eating her as if she was his last meal. Quickly, she was nearly screaming, shaking, and grabbing his hair tightly in her hands. The second she began pulling on his hair, he used his free hand to unzip his pants and take out his aching cock. He took the hand that was pleasing her and held himself in it, covering himself in her wetness. She whined at the sight of him stopping before she truly finished, and he smirked.
He picked her up in one swift motion, making her let out a surprised squeal. He held her so effortlessly, keeping her just high up enough that his tip was teasing her entrance. He kissed her neck slowly, working his way up from the curve of her shoulder up to her earlobe, which he bit lightly, making her shudder. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” He asked huskily, his lips barely touching her ear.
“Yes.” She breathed, her hands gripping the cloth of his shirt. She’d never considered herself to be into a man in uniform, but the realization that she was fucking the domineering police chief made her knees weak. She was thankful that she was being held up.
“Beg for it, little girl.” He said, and she let out a whimper as he slowly moved her hips away from him, trailing his cock up to her clit.
“Please.” She whined, bucking her hips against him. “Please fuck me, please, please, pl-” Hopper cut her off by kissing her feverishly, which she immediately reacted to. His mind flashed back to that night on the playground, when he caught her with that boy. He remembered how she and him didn’t notice Hopper until he made himself known. He remembered how he’d stood there for a minute just watching her before he told them to stop. He remembered how angry it made him. He remembered the fire that started in his stomach as he watched her angelic face being defiled by the boy. He remembered how he’d wanted to rip that boy limb from limb for no rational reason.
And he pushed those thoughts back down in his mind as he slowly pushed Emma down onto him. She broke their kiss, her jaw dropping. He let out a shaky breath at the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt a pussy this tight clenching around him. He wondered if he ever had in his life, actually. His chest rose and fell heavily as he began to lift her body up and down, slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace. She felt like heaven.
Emma was whining and whimpering in his ear again, which he was surprised to find he absolutely loved. “You feel so big.” She confessed, burying her face in his neck. He smelled like cigarettes and a classically scented men’s cologne. She moaned loudly as he began to lower her onto himself with more force.
And from that point on, they became lost in each other for what felt like mere seconds yet years and years at the same time. Hopper had lost control of his vocal cords and was letting out grunts and moans and strings of curse words, which was music to Emma’s ears. Watching a man twice her age become a panting, cursing mess right in front of her made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt in her life.
His strength never seemed to falter, even as Emma began to grow tired despite doing none of the work herself. His stamina was intense, and he was able to put her into whatever position he wished. At one point he had her up against the wall, holding her steady as he thrusted his hips up into her, until she breathlessly asked if she could be on top.
Hopper wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his desk chair, sitting on it with her on his lap straddling him. She kneeled herself up, before she lowered herself back down onto him. He used this new position as an opportunity to run his hands over her soft skin. His hands roamed everywhere, and soon he couldn’t help himself from reaching his hands underneath her thighs and lifting her up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it for a moment before dropping her back onto his hardness.
“Let me do it.” Emma whined as his hands guided her hips up and down. Hopper chuckled against the skin of her neck as he kissed every inch of her that he could reach.
“You want to be in charge, huh?” He asked lowly as he moved his hands up her body, wrapping one around her throat and pulling her towards him with the other. He kissed her deeply as she controlled her own pace and rhythm. The angle that she was moving herself at was different than any other they’d been in while standing, and as she began to sloppily drop her hips onto him and moan loudly into his mouth, Hopper realized she was close to the edge. He reached his hand that held her throat down to her clit, rubbing it in circular motions, while his other hand had tangled itself into her hair.
“Fuck!” Emma cried as she began shaking. Hopper didn’t stop tracing his thumb in circles over her sensitive petal.
“Language, little girl.” He cooed, holding her steady as her body began to convulse on top of him. He couldn’t even begin to describe the sounds that she was making, or translate whatever sentences she had tried, and failed, to say- all he knew was that it was hot. He felt her muscles tense around him, tightening her walls even more, making him groan and instinctively start to buck his hips up into her. She got even louder as he began to do that.
He could feel himself getting close, so he lifted her out of the chair with him and laid her back onto the desk, pulling her hips until her legs were dangling off of it again. He picked up a leg on either side of him and entered her one last time. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak as he watched her reactions to him pounding into her. He swiftly pulled himself out of her, groaning loudly as hot spurts of cum shot onto her stomach. They both stayed where they were, struggling to catch their breath. Hopper returned his softening cock to his boxers, zipping and rebuttoning his uniform’s pants. Emma grabbed a tissue from the corner of the desk above her head and wiped his load off of her stomach, sitting up slowly.
When they both came back to reality, neither of them knew what to say. Emma grabbed her clothes off of the floor and slowly, silently put them on. Hopper dropped back into his desk chair, watching her silently. He wanted to bring her back to his cabin and spend the night with her, staying up and toying with her all night. But he couldn’t do that.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” She said, breaking the silence briefly before she left the room. Hopper finally lifted himself out of his chair, grabbing the coat, hat, and keys he’d laid out haphazardly around the office. He exited and locked his office, turning around to see Emma approaching him from the hall.
“Ready to go?” He asked, not knowing what else to say. Emma nodded. They walked out of the door silently together, and got into the car. For the first time in what seemed like the history of the world, Emma didn’t ask obnoxious questions or try to get a rise out of Hopper during a drive. It was obvious that both of them were in their own heads, lost in thought, wondering what the consequences of tonight will be.
When they finally reached her house, the two still had no idea of what to say to each other. “Goodnight, Hopper.” Emma said casually, opening the door and climbing out of the car and shutting the door behind her.
Hopper rolled down the window on the passenger side of the car, calling out “Be good, kid!”
Emma turned and gave Hopper a thoughtful look. After a minute, though, a smirk crept onto her face. “See you next weekend, Chief.” She waved before she turned around and walked into her house.
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this is just a very long and unfortunate list of incorrect quotes i’ve compiled for the fe3h squad + my oc (aka cassia montal, who’s the assistant teacher at the monastery and is romancing jeritza)! i just needed a way to develop her and all the relationships there more, and this is the result, so it’s completely self-indulgent, lazy and frankly pretty silly, but still i had fun and developed her and her relationships a lot during this process! @highoverseer and @koroleyva i’m tagging you two because idk anyone else who’d care at all for this flaming pile of trash packed into a fe3h package uwu 🌷🌼🌸
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byleth: how long have you been sleeping with cassia?
jeritza: that’s disgusting. and wrong. i don’t even get… why would... i…i’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. it’s none of your… you have… the nerve, the audacity… cassia is my colleague, technically. and she is terrible, face-wise. and how… how... do i know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with her? maybe you are. maybe you’re trying to throw me off? hmm? check and mate.
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cassia dies.
annette is sobbing
dimitri is heartbroken
edelgard is trying to do a satanic ritual with hubert to bring her back
claude is stapling memes to her coffin
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byleth: you dropped your dyn- dy- dyna… mite…
byleth: uh… what else have you got in there?
cassia: oh… gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and… paperclips. big ones.
cassia: uou know. just office supplies.
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cassia to annette: when you turn 18, people are gonna try and tell you to buy drugs or cigarettes because you can. no. you know what else is legal to buy at 18? blades. get yourself a damn sword. a big knife is also okay.
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cassia: we both look very beautiful tonight.
jeritza: you know, if you- if you’d just said I look beautiful, I would’ve said “so do you”.
cassia: i couldn’t take that chance.
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dorothea: you need a hobby.
cassia: i have a hobby.
dorothea: staring at jeritza’s face isn’t a hobby.
cassia: you’re right. it’s a profession and i excel at my job.
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cassia, looking in the mirror at 3am trying to practice self love: you’re doing great you stupid bitch..
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manuela: i didn’t want to do this, but i know one way we can get the money.
cassia: you’d make a decent prostitute.
manuela: i’d make an amazing prostitute, but i was actually talking about this guy I know.
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byleth: admit it! you like cassia!
jeritza: oh, come on. i mean, am i attracted to cassia? sure. do my days feel better when I’m around her? yeah. does she get me in ways no person ever has? indubitably. do i fantasize about her? sure, of course, but only in two positions. but do I like her? the answer is no.
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cassia: when have i done anything rash or irresponsible?
claude: i keep a list if you wanna see. it’s alphabetized.
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byleth: whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?
cassia: (sighing) felix’s…
felix: fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.
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annette: is anyone else scared?
cassia: not really. i’ve already lived longer than i expected.
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flayn: what is the best way to kill someone?
byleth: kindness.
cassia: If we’re being stealthy, potassium cynaite. otherwise, anything from a knife to a bazooka works...
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cassia: *crying*
byleth: i would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life
cassia: you are the WORST at this comfort thing
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claude: if edelgard, dimitri and i were drowning, who would you save?
cassia: you morons can’t even swim?
edelgard: teacher, it’s a hypothetical question.
dimitri: yeah, who would you save?
cassia: my time and effort.
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annette: The cookie isn’t sweet enough, and the texture is runny because it’s not fully baked. if I have to rate this, i would give it three points.
cassia: i made it myself…
annette: it’s out of three points.
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edelgard: if I ask you a boy question, will you promise not to be weird?
cassia: i promise.
edelgard: so, there’s this guy-
cassia: you can do better.
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cassia, torturing a prisioner: we have ways of making you talk…
cassia: flayn, what are you doing here? you’re not allowed in here
flayn: (hands her a drawing)
cassia: did you draw this? this is so good! i promise we’ll hang it in the entrance of the dungeon so everyone can see it before they get tortured!
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sylvain: i rarely give compliments, teacher, but that shirt looks great. i bet it would look even better on byleth’s assistant’s bedroom floor.
jeritza: …
cassia: sylvain, are you … hitting on jeritza for me?
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cassia: it’s hard being byleth’s assistant teacher sometimes, but i love the my students and that’s all that-
caspar, in the background: teacher cassia! I tried to make spaghetti in the coffee pot and accidentally broke it!
cassia: *inhales*
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post time-skip, black eagles route
cassia: i need some peace and quiet...
edelgard: i’ll be quiet!
hubert: and i’ll be peace!
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jeritza: everything’s going to be fine. it’s just a crush.
cassia: hey, jeritza!
jeritza: i love you.
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post time-skip, blue lions route
dimitri, talking about cassia: i know you think my judgment’s clouded because i like her a little bit.
dedue: you doodled your wedding invitation
dimitri: no, that’s our joint tombstone.
dedue: ... my mistake.
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post time-skip, hubert’s support
edelgard: (whispering to hubert) start with a compliment! tell her she looks thin.
hubert: (to cassia) you seem malnourished.
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post time-skip, edelgard’s support
ferdinand, watching cassia train: she can’t be good at everything. maybe she’s a bad kisser.
edelgard: no, she’s good at that too.
ferdinand: what?
edelgard: what?
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sylvain: I'm grounded?
cassia: yes, you're grounded.
byleth: you disobeyed an order.
dimitri: and now we're going to bury you until you learn your lesson.
cassia:
byleth: dimitri, that's not how grounding works.
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dorothea: i promised byleth we wouldn’t do anything illegal.
cassia:
cassia: Why would you lie to our resident parental figure like that?
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linhardt: i slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so let’s go for 12 more just in case
cassia: linhardt that’s a coma
linhardt: sounds festive
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cassia: don’t worry, i have a permit.
seteth: …this just says ‘i do what i want.’
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cassia: there are no mistakes, just happy little accidents
cassia: ... and lorenz
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post time-skip, golden deer route
cassia: this is it
cassia: this is the darkest timeline
hilda: we just ran out of alcohol you dramatic little bitch
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post time-skip, blue lions route
felix: cassia?
cassia, sighing: jeritza used to call me cassia…
felix: because it’s your fucking name
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cassia: WHO THE FUCK ATE ALL MY MACAROONS?! IM GOING TO KI-
annette: it was me.
cassia: KISS YOUR HEAD SO SOFT BABY, YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU THE MOST RIGHT?
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post time-skip, black eagles route
edelgard: so what are we gonna do?
cassia: i don’t know... pizza maybe?
edelgard:
hubert:
ferdinand:
edelgard: about the war, cassia
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during a mock battle
ferdinand: start waving your white flag!
hilda: THE ONLY THING I WILL BE WAVING IS YOUR DECAPITATED HEAD ON A STICK IN FRONT OF YOUR WEEPING MOTHER.
cassia: ... Yikes...
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cassia: hey flayn, do you think I could fit fifteen macarons into my mouth?
seteth: you're a hazard to society.
flayn: and a coward. do twenty!
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byleth: your trainee said a swear word in class.
cassia: i’ll talk to them about it..
cassia, to lysithea: what the fuck, dude...
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rhea: this was a 100% successful trip.
byleth: we lost cassia.
rhea: this was a 100% successful trip.
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sylvain, flirting with a girl: so, are you from heaven?
cassia: yes, she's a ghost...
cassia: she died fifteen years ago...
cassia: like that pick-up line of yours.
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dedue: felix lost cassia…
dimitri: how do you lose a woman?!
ashe: you forget to cherish her.
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cassia: you like me? you like my personality?
byleth: i was surprised too.
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lysithea: [covers cassia’s eyes] guess who? she’s sweet, she’s adorable~
lysithea: and she’s gonna be really mad if you get it wrong!
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ignatz: i lose at everything. i even lost my glasses.
cassia, staring at the glasses on top of his head: i’ll help you find them for five gold...
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jeritza: what are you, a cop? fuck off!
cassia: jeritza...
jeritza: okay, sorry, one more time.
priest:
priest: do you take this woman to be y--
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rhea: cassia, can we speak privately for a minute?
cassia: ooooh, someone’s in trouble!
cassia : no, wait.
cassia : it’s me.
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cassia: wait, stop, think!
caspar: no, no, and no.
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bernadetta: i’m just worried about hurting their feelings!
cassia: hurting their feelings…? you just walk around all day caring about peoples’ feelings?
bernadetta: yes, of course. don’t you?
cassia: no.
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byleth: you’re smiling, did something good happen?
cassia: can’t I just smile because I feel like it?
dorothea: seteth tripped and fell in the courtyard.
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claude: i trust cassia.
hilda: you think she knows what she’s doing?
claude: ... i wouldn’t go that far.
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cassia: oh, yes, i’ll live.
cassia: but i won’t enjoy it.
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cassia: you piss me off so much.
rhea: i literally just said “hello.“
cassia: yet here i am, boiling with rage.
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cassia: don’t worry, you’ve got everything you need to defeat them.
marianne: the power to believe in myself?
cassia: no, a knife.
cassia: stab them.
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petra: i’ve never done anything wrong in my life
cassia: i know this and i love you
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ignatz: *trips on nothing*
cassia: ha, you’re so clumsy.
(5mins later)
cassia: *aggressively punching the air* what’s your–fucking problem huh?? what–did he ever–do to you??
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byleth: now we’re going to compliment the person to our right.
cassia: *looks at seteth fondly*
cassia: nothing brightens up a room like your absence.
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shady guy, coming up to cassia: if you care about your student you’ll come with me..
cassia: which student?
shady guy: lorenz hellman gloucester
cassia:
cassia: *turns around and walks away*
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cassia: did it hurt?
jeritza: *rolls eyes* let me guess, when i fell from heaven?
cassia: no
jeritza: what?
cassia, grinning: did it hurt when you fell for me?
jeritza: ...
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marianne: does this make me a bad person?
cassia: marianne, there is not a force in history that could make you a bad person...
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cassia: you and me? we both want the same thing.
cassia: but we’re gonna have to work... near each other.
seteth: you mean together, cassia?
cassia, turning around angrily: did you hear me say together??
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cassia: annette’s at that very special age where she has only one thing on her mind.
manuela: boys?
cassia: murder.
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cassia: *hugs dimitri*
dimitri: what's this? what's happening?
cassia: it's going to be alright.
dimitri: why are you squeezing me with your body?
cassia: it's a hug, dimitri. i'm hugging you.
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cassia: claude, can we talk, one ten to another?
claude: i’m an eleven, teacher, but continue.
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mercedes: oh fiddlesticks.
cassia: look, i understand this is a tense situation but let's watch the fucking language.
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linhardt: i’m busy.
cassia: do you think drinking 36 glasses of wine consecutively would make my battle senses and crest powers even more heightened or would I just die?
linhardt:
linhardt: i’m on my way.
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cassia: we’re engaged
jeritza: IN COMBAT
jeritza: *pulls out his sword*
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manuela: why does everybody always assume I'm having a stroke?
cassia: age.
dorothea: diet.
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leonie: i sort of did something and i need your advice. but i don’t want a lot of judgment and criticism.
cassia: ... and you came to me?
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cassia: what do we say when life disappoints us?
dimitri: called it.
cassia: NO--
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cassia: *sees someone do something stupid*
cassia: what an idiot.
cassia: *realizes it’s sylvain*
cassia: oh, that’s my idiot.
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cassia: ferdinand, we tried things your way.
ferdinand: no, we didn't.
cassia: i did it in my head and it didn't work.
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manuela: between claude, ignatz, lorenz, and raphael - if you had to - who would you punch?
cassia: no one! they are my golden deer! my students! i wouldn't punch any of them.
manuela: lorenz?
cassia: ... yeah.
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cassia: you need them to think that you are stronger than you actually are.
ashe: that’s what you do, right?
cassia: oh, no. my power is no illusion. i can fucking demolish you.
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cassia: before i do anything, i ask myself, would rhea do that? and if the answer is yes, i do not do that thing.
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flayn: do you really think we should stay outside or do you just not want to deal with this right now?
cassia: two things can be true...
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cassia: name a way to be nice to others.
dimitri: don't kill them.
cassia:
cassia: setting the bar a little low, dima, but I'll allow it.
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cassia: remember that time you made me lick the swing set?
dorothea: no, i said "cassia don't lick the swing set!" then you said "don't tell me what to do!" and then you licked the swing set.
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cassia: what are the signs of depression?
byleth: why are you asking?
cassia: manuela was doing laundry earlier and she dropped a sock and i heard her say “why has the goddess forsaken me?”
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cassia: i just realized. i had a terrible childhood.
manuela: yeah, i know.
cassia: what do you mean, “you know”?
manuela: look at the way you stand... people who had good childhoods don’t stand like that.
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cassia: you have to learn to love yourself.
marianne: but don’t you hate yourself?
cassia: yes, but this is about you, stay focused.
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hilda (with lysithea probably): REMEMBER THE PACTS FORGED BETWEEN OUR PEOPLES LONG AGO.
cassia: stop it, it's 4 in the morning.
hilda: YOU PLEDGED ETERNAL SERVITUDE.
cassia: i did not.
hilda: IN EXCHANGE WE WOULD COME TO YOUR AID IN YOUR HOUR OF NEED.
cassia: i'm not feeding you.
hilda: REMEMBER THE PACTS.
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annette: hey, can you do me a favor?
cassia: i’d kill for you, but go on.
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in the garden
mercedes: annette, can you grab that hoe?
annette: *grabs cassia’s arm*
mercedes: wait, that's not what I meant...
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flayn: hey cassia, can i go get some candy?
cassia: what did seteth say?
flayn: no.
cassia: then why do you think i’ll let you?
flayn: because seteth’s not the boss of you.
cassia, internally: it’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a trap
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dorothea: if I die, my ghost is gonna haunt you!
cassia: then your ghost is going to see some disgusting stuff.
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hubert’s support in a nutshell
hubert, in the margins of his notebook: mywife is soft nd ilikeher
hubert: my wiwwwfie wife is visiting a noble family with the empress and i miss her
hubert: MY EWFIE IS HOME MY WIFE
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felix: see? this is my “i don’t care” face.
cassia: that’s your normal face.
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cassia: of course, i care about everyone in this house equally!
claude: we were attacked while you were away.
cassia: is marianne okay???
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cassia: if edelgard jumped off a cliff, would you?
hubert: *stares into the distance with a blank expression*
cassia: hubert!
hubert: well- er- i mean, it depends.
cassia: DON’T JUMP OFF A CLIFF!
hubert: well, i wasn’t planning on it.
cassia: but if edelgard did, you would!?
hubert: *stares into the distance yet again*
cassia: HUBERT!
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lysithea: if i run and leap at cassia, she will almost certainly catch me in her arms.
lysithea: COMING IN! *runs at cassia*
cassia: NO! I’M HOLDING COFFEE!
cassia: *drops the cup and catches her*
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leonie: why are you helping me so much?
cassia: because my life is a mess right now and i compulsively take care of other people when i don’t know how to take care of myself.
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hubert’s support, post time-skip
dorothea, barging into the library: you two ARE having sex!
hubert: really? cassia, why didn’t you tell me? i would’ve put my book down.
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cassia: we have fun, don’t we?
ashe: i have never been more stressed out in my entire life.
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cassia: why are we laying on the ground?
sylvain: you got knocked down so i laid next to you so everyone would just think we were chillin’.
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petra: i did something terrible.
cassia: it’s okay, i have a shovel.
petra: wait, what do you think i did?
cassia: it doesn’t matter, no one will ever know.
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seteth: time for bed.
flayn: cassia says that I can stay up as long as I want, and YOU need to die.
seteth:
seteth: what the heck, cassia-
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ingrid: i think rhea is in trouble!
cassia: alright... struggling to give a fuck, if i’m honest.
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marianne: i made a friendship bracelet for you!
cassia: i’m not really a jewelry person.
marianne: oh, you don’t have to wear it.
cassia: no, back off, i’m gonna wear it forever.
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manuela: i’m playing a new drinking game. it’s called “Every time i’m depressed, i take a drink.”
dorothea: that game exists. that’s called alcoholism.
manuela and cassia: *take a swig simultaneously*
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during hubert’s support
cassia: i love you. you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.
hubert: i’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you?
cassia: yes.
hubert: … now i’m starting to feel a little sorry for you.
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cassia: alright, listen up you little shits.
cassia: not you, bernadetta. you’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.
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cassia: do you ever wanna talk about your emotions, felix?
felix: no.
sylvain: i do!
cassia: we know, sylvain.
sylvain: i’m sad...
cassia: we know, sylvain.
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cassia: since when is babysitting them my—
cassia: oh, my god, that’s exactly my job.
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Ender Time >:D
🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?
Really just. Respect? Like "look I'm going to do my thing and you're gonna do your thing and if u gotta problem with that this aint gonna work" The only difference between romantic and platonic is that they keep a relative distance in romantic. Ash goes first, full stop. If it has time for a partner, it has time for a partner, but if Ash is in trouble or needs something it IS going to Drop Everything to help. They're kind of an ass but... I love them ^.^ I would say they're more demanding than doormat, but only because they definitely aren't a doormat. Really it isnt very demanding either. I think it would treat a relationship as a friendship with extra steps. (I mean, they're ace and very affectionate with friends, the main difference really is just how they feel abt it.) I think- well, we'll use Derrien as an example since hes technically the 'love interest'. Derrien mostly just expects honesty and time from them, which it does both of ^.^ they hang out after school n stuff. Derrien is also one of the few people who knows abt their chronic pain- it even hides it from Ash.
❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?
Honestly? Not really. Like, obviously cheating, cause its a blatant lack of respect. But, other than that? Like i said its very "you do you, I do mine" thing. The only other 2 things that come to mind is One: harming Ash in anyway, or even badmouthing him too much- friendly is fine but theres a limit, and 2: Straight up attacking them. They don't really appreciate being attacked by friends? Especially on pain bad days. They got jumped by Rory and a small group of their lackeys once and (they won but) it took them out for a week. Which freaked Ash The Fuck out cause they'd never disappeared for more than a few days until that point. Decidedly Not Friends with Rory anymore. It MAY take someone back after cheating or badmouthing Ash once or twice but after that, nah. Just cause people make mistakes and such. But attacking is a one time knock out. And if they attack Ash they will Probably have to transfer schools cause Ender does Not let that slide.
📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?
What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?
Fighting, but that's more of a "I am willing to teach people how to fight so they'll stay safe" than a "I am genuinely interested in this stuff" sorta thing. It likes reading, sleeping, and more low impact sports like walking and swimming. It sucks at swimming tho. It usually just floats. (me irl- I took swimming lessons an entire summer and it did nothing👍got that from my dad. Poor man Cannot Swim at All.) They actually also enjoy yoga like a fuckin nerd /j and videogames. They're Very Good at mariokart. Ash is the only one who can beat them. (They let him win <3)
It gives 0 shits about classwork and schoolwork. no thoughts, head empty. Also most high impact sports, like basketball, soccer, football, etc. Trust me a bunch of sports recruiters tried to get them bc the fucker is Tall and Buff but they'd rather punch people's lights out behind the school than anything else. It DOES its schoolwork it just hates it. Mostly gets by on prior knowledge, problem solving, google, and Lizzie's help. Lizzie fr fr the Only one who pays attention in class.
🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).
ASH. 100 TIMES ASH. They've known Ash since fucking Kindergarten and just, over time, have platonically fallen in love with him. They r soulmates ur honor. They're... sorry Im so mentally ill abt those 2. It's dad is a close second tho! They're besties <3 It has a very cool dad, he taught them most of their basic fighting skills and supports them in their violent endeavors <3 It's just been them 2 for years now, since Ender was maybe 9 or 10? 11ish, at the oldest. They're 17 now so, a while.
⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?
Ender is afraid of spiders. Yeah. It's one tough motherfucker but the GodDamned Spiders.... eugh. They get REALLY AGGRESSIVE when scared, like, It will Likely Deck someone who looks at them wrong after seeing a spider. Lots of bottled energy. Ash is usually the only thing that can calm them down, but warm sugary drinks can help. And most Half the school is afraid of Ender. It's Tall as Shit, can Punch someone twice their weight's lights out, best 4 or 5 people in a fight at once, and is the singular person between Ash and the General Populace. Ender may be scary but Ash, in all their 5'2 glory, is a Nightmare. Love that for him <3
💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?
When they were Really little, and up until about 7th grade, they wanted to be an artist. Then Ash got hurt and they got the shit kicked out of them and did a 180, decided it didn't matter what it did for a living because for the foreseeable future it was ride or die with Ash and it's main focus would be Beating The Fuck outta anyone who hurt him.
🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself?
Eh they don't really care. Remove it's spine if it could. And hips. Fuck Chronic Pain 👍if they COULD they'd fucking LOVE wings. And sometimes it dyes its hair- usually purple or pink. Ideal look is pretty much what they look like. Though, it would like to be able to wear softer/more pastel clothing, like huge sweaters and pj pants all the time. It wants more tattoos. It loves tattoos <3 maybe even get some more piercings who knows.
Thanks for asking!! And letting me talk about my fucked up little meow meows :D it is so.... ough. Objectively an Awful person but has a strict moral code. That moral code just so happens to be "Protect Ash whatever it takes or Die Trying"
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