#and he's putting A Lot of trust in her AND he's very gently nudging her in the direction he'd Like her to take
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Certified Alfonse Moment
#feh#feh spoilers#man he's so fucking cool......#dude is always taking chances and making gambits. EXTREMELY fascinating to see it here too#w ratatoskr specifically. like. she's gonna throw up. she's been crying this whole time.#you'd THINK he'd think she may be a liability but he's thinking like three steps ahead WITH what he knows about her in mind#and he's putting A Lot of trust in her AND he's very gently nudging her in the direction he'd Like her to take#WHICH. AUGH. you see hints of it sometimes but alfonse really does know how to manipulate a situation#but he's ALSO prepared for an undesirable outcome. acknowledging it could backfire.#GOD. SOMETHING I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IN AN OLD WIP OF MINE. is how alfonse#sometimes makes suggestions but there's a force to it you don't pick up on at first. bc it Is presented as a suggestion.#if he can make it seem like it was your idea all along. you know.#LIKE. idk if i've just been seeing shrimp colors but i feel like he does do that.#and like part of that wip is the betrayal felt when you DO see through the gambit/it doesn't work. fucked up!#anyways i adore this guy. he's a little scary but it's okay 💕#fe alfonse
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Omg I had an idea!!! Maybe shy!reader and Eddie are finally dating, but not for too long. They go on a little picnic date. After they ate, they lay on the blanket, cuddling, little kisses...the reader puts flowers in Eddie's hair. He's confused but let her do it. Anyway the date ends, reader removes the flowers, but at home Eddie still found one flower and put it in a frame, where reader's picture is in it. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF 🤗💕
AN | This is just some fluffy softness, but I hope you enjoy 🥺🥰
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
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“You’re doing it again, pretty girl,” your face warmed up immediately and you turned away from him, hiding your shy little smile. Eddie laughed, that same lovely laugh you’d fallen in love with countless times before he gently reached over and turned your face back to his. His smile threatened to break his face; it was all teeth and dimples and nothing short of magical, “hi.”
“Hi,” your reply was soft and he couldn’t help but bring your face towards his so he could gently kiss your lips. You practically melted into him, wishing he would never let you go. He was sure that in that moment you were even more radiant than the golden hues that were starting to color the sky, “you’re really pretty, Eddie.”
“Flatterer,” he teased as you shook your head. You turned your body and shuffled so you were sitting in front of him. You reached up and put your hand on his face, gently stroking over his cheek before ghosting your fingers along his jaw and down his glorious neck, “what’re you up to, huh pretty girl?”
“Nothing,” you mused softly, “just admiring the art. The pretty, handsome, smart art.”
“It’s working,” he turned his face so he could press a kiss to your palm, “flattery works on me. Well - only if it’s you, honestly.”
“It’s not flattery,” you insisted, “not when it’s true. I like your eyes. They’re unique; brown but they look like they’ve got gold and honey in them. Deep though - I feel like you’re always looking right into my soul. Who knows, maybe you are, you are different after all.”
“Baby-”
“And your smile,” you traced your thumb along his full bottom lip and you swore he leaned into your touch, “it’s pretty. Your dimples show when you smile a lot, and your eyes get all crinkly at the corners and your whole face just gets this glow. It’s my favorite thing in the world.”
“Sweetheart-”
“And your little freckles,” you gently dotted your fingertips along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “I never really noticed at first, but now I see them all the time. Especially when you’ve been in the sun, they’re more obvious. They’re cute.”
“You’re really-”
“And your hair,” you giggled as you ran your hand through his roguish waves, lightly scratching at his scalp, “it’s so soft and wavy. I like it. It suits you.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned playfully as you leaned in and kissed his cheeks, “better be careful.”
“Now, now,” you whispered his ear softly, “don’t be so dramatic, Eds. I’m just telling you some of the many things I love about you.”
“No one’s ever…” he paused for a moment before waving his hand around dismissively.
“No one’s ever what, Eddie?” you took his hand and gently held it in yours, “tell me.”
“No one’s ever said things like that about me,” he admitted softly, “no one’s ever seen me the way you do. I guess it just feels…it’s nice. It’s really nice.”
“Then I’ll have to keep reminding you,” you promised softly, “just like you always do to me. You’ve always seen me too, just as I am. You make me feel very special. I love you, Eds.”
“I love you,” a pretty, soft shade of pink welled up in his neck and cheeks as you leaned before gently nudging his nose with yours before kissing him gently, “thank you.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you let your hand gently graze over the small patch of wildflowers to your side before a brilliant idea came into your head, “do you trust me, Eddie?”
“More than anyone.”
“Lie down,” you whispered as you motioned for him to rest his head in your lap, “and close your eyes and relax.”
He raised an eyebrow in question before grinning and quickly complying with your request. You made a small sound of content before brushing your fingers through his hair, and fanning out on your legs. He made a small sound at the feeling of your gentle touch. You were humming softly under your breath, a tune he’d heard somewhere before but couldn’t quite place as his mind started to slowly zone out.
You delicately picked some of the flowers before weaving them into his hair. Eddie could feel you doing something, but he kept his eyes closed, letting the sweet lull of slumber pull him further and further away. It was a tranquil moment, quiet and peaceful compared to normal days and part of you was tempted to stay there forever with him. But for now, the afternoon would have to do.
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“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie’s eyes opened and he found himself looking up at you. Your expression was soft as you touched his cheek before he slowly sat up, failing to stifle a small yawn, “have a nice nap, love?”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he gave you a sheepish little smile as you shrugged him off, “it just feels so nice to have some else playing with your hair, you know?”
“I know,” you agreed, thinking back at all the times he’d played with your hair, “you look even prettier than normal!”
“What did you do?” he gave you a suspicious little look as you reached into your bag and pulled out the small compact mirror you kept with you. You opened it so he could see himself, watching as the smile grew on his face at the sight of the little flowers dotting his hair, “pretty indeed. But - still not nearly as pretty as you though.”
“Now who is the flatterer?” you reached over and gently pulled one of the blooms out before holding it to him, “for you.”
“You’re sweet, you know that?” he took the flower, letting his fingers linger against yours. You rolled your eyes before putting a finger to his lips to quiet him down.
“You’re sweet as sugar, my honey, baby, sweetheart, love,” you sang softly as he practically melted into a puddle, “I wish we could be here forever and not have to deal with anything ever again.”
“One day,” he promised softly, “one day we’ll go on a road trip, just the two of us and I’ll take you to see all the places that are almost as beautiful as you.”
“Oh?”
“Mhmm,” he cupped your face in his hands before playfully peppering kisses all over cheeks, forehead, and nose before stopping at your lips, “one day we’ll have it all.”
“Well I can’t argue with that,” you kissed his lips, “but I think for today we’d better get back. Or we’ll miss movie night and I am not missing out on Robin torturing Steve over that new girl he likes.”
“And pizza,” he pointed, “can’t miss the pizza.”
“Good point. Let me just,” you reached over and started to pluck out the flowers from his hair, setting them back onto the ground, “get these out of your hair. Next time I’ll make you a crown. A pretty flower crown for my handsome prince.”
“Such a dork,” he said without any trace of malice in his voice; his insides were practically fluttering with butterflies, “my dork.”
“Yeah,” you promised, “I’m yours, Eddie.”
“And I’m yours,” he reached for your hand to help you to your feet, “let’s get going. I promise we’ll come back soon.”
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“Hey Eds,” you’d let yourself into his trailer when you heard the music coming from within. You were positive he wouldn’t be able to hear you over the noise, so you’d used the trusty key he’d give you some time ago. He startled for a moment before relaxing when he saw that it was you.
“Hi sweetheart,” he set down his guitar and stood up to pull you into arms, swallowing you into a tight hug. You allowed yourself to meld into him, into his soft but strong frame, burrowing your face into his neck. Today he smelled faintly of weed, cologne, and the fruity shampoo you kept at his place; he always managed to smell a little different but still distinctly like him - like home. He loosened his grip on you for just a moment in order to kiss you sweetly, “missed you.”
“It’s only been like…five hours since we’ve seen each other?” you couldn’t deny that you’d still missed him too. If it was possible, and wouldn’t drive either of you crazy, you’d spend every moment with him, “but I missed you too. What’cha practicing?”
“Just something new,” he flopped down on his bed, holding his arms out to you in order to get you to join him, “it’s not really fleshed out, just vague ideas at this point.”
“I’m sure it’ll be great,” you laid down next to him, snuggling yourself into his chest, “even if you don’t give yourself enough credit, Eddie, you’re very talented. One day, everyone will know that too.”
“Please,” he scoffed lightly even if the praise made his heart full to bursting, “you’re just being nice.”
“Nope,” you insisted with a boop to his nose, “facts only.”
You wrapped an arm around his middle and rested your head on his chest as your eyes quickly grew heavily. But before you could fully close them, something on his dresser caught your eye. You sat up and slid off the bed to take a closer look at it, Eddie’s following you intently, “what’re you up to, sweetheart?”
“What’s this?” you picked up the small brown frame, scanning over the picture in it. You couldn’t help but grin when you saw that it was a picture of the two of you taken over the last winter. Both of you looked half frozen, but so happy. But in the corner of the frame, outside of the picture, was a small dried flower. Just like the ones you’d woven into his hair when you’d gone for that picnic, “Eddie.”
“Hmm?” you hadn’t heard him get up, but his voice was warm and soft in your ear. You leaned back and he wrapped an arm around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. You caught his eye in the mirror and saw his wide smile that matched yours, “do you like it?”
“Of course I do,” you turned your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “it’s cute - we’re cute. You saved one of the flowers? I thought I’d gotten them all out!”
“Not all of them,” he grabbed a lock of his hair, shaking it gently against your cheek, which tickled and caused you to giggle, “you missed just one, pretty girl. I kept it - obviously.”
“Why?” you turned around so you were facing him. He shrugged lightly but the smile still stretched across his face.
“Why not?” he countered as you laughed sweetly, “besides, it’s a pretty flower from the prettiest girl, that I happen to love very much.”
“You’re such a soft sap,” you let out a soft sigh as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly to you, “that I happen to love very much too.”
“Yeah?”
“Duh,” you teased softly, “always and forever, Eds.”
“Always and forever.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x you#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x reader
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Fall Into Me 9
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Rose deals with the fallout of the graffiti, and discovers she has more help than she could have guessed.
Warnings: Swearing, Feels, these men are on a mission now, teasing.
Word count: 1.3k
Eventual Rose x 141/Los Vaqueros. Eventual.
The best thing Rose could really say about that day was that it passed. Far, far too many of her customers commented on the graffiti when they came in, expressing concern and condolences. Her smile was brittle after fifteen minutes, and Gaz quickly but gently exiled her to making drinks and took over talking to people.
It stung, a little, but she didn’t fight him. She didn’t have the energy to fight him.
After the morning rush, he pushed a cup of tea at her. Rose briefly made a face but took the tea.
“I don’t need to be coddled.”
“Not coddling you,” he immediately denied. “I’d do this for any friend.”
She swallowed a mouthful of tea to hide the way her heart clenched at that declaration. Friend. She didn’t have a lot of those, even fewer she considered to be truly trustworthy, so to have him say it so easily… Well. She enjoyed that far too much.
“I don’t normally let friends work for me,” she drawled, catching the way his smile brightened. “But I suppose I’ll allow it for today.”
Gaz chuckled and nudged her. “What else needs doing?”
Rose thought about it for a moment, her gaze wandering over to the window. She wanted that gone, desperately. But she also wasn’t sure she was brave enough to face it long enough to scrub it off the window.
“Hey, told you we’d take care of that,” Gaz murmured, stepping closer and nudging her to pull her gaze back to him. “Don’t you worry about that.”
Rose raised one eyebrow. “That is literally physically impossible for me,” she drawled. “I’m going to worry about it until it’s gone.”
He huffed. “Trust me, won’t be there much longer.”
She narrowed her eyes a little but didn’t question it. Yet. “I suppose you could make a help wanted sign to stick in the window,” she offered casually.
“Yeah? Thinking you’re ready to hire someone?”
“Thinking I need to,” she corrected with a little huff. “Because I can’t work seven days a week.”
He nodded once, though she could see the wheels turning. “You have any social media for this place?”
“Uh. No.” Rose blinked, caught off guard.
“Shame.” Gaz smirked to himself as he located a pen.
“What are you planning?”
“Who, me?”
“Yes you, you meddler.”
“Nothing.” His grin had grown to shit-eating proportions now. “Just a question, love.”
“Uh huh. Sure.” Rose eyed him but decided he wasn’t going to give up the information that easily. She’d just have to play the long game.
Of course, she immediately got distracted when Price walked in, Soap and Rodolfo waving to her as they walked through the shop and out front, Soap carrying a bucket full of frothy soapy water.
“What?” She blinked, gaze darting between the men. This was beginning to feel distinctly tactical, the way they were tackling her problems.
“Security camera outside got a good enough shot of the man responsible,” John told her, leaning against the counter. Gaz slipped unobtrusively over to a table, out of the way. “How d’you want to handle this?”
Rose fidgeted, chewing on her lower lip. A quick glance at John’s eyes showed no judgment, no expectations. Just patience. “I’d rather not, actually.”
“You sure?”
She nodded once. “I mean, if there’s a way to get him on some kind of watchlist, make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone. But otherwise, keep me out of it.” Her smile was a little bitter. She wasn’t very brave, and she knew it. She liked things quieter.
John nodded once, and that was that. “You should have a few cameras in here,” he said, clearly moving on to the next item on his mental list.
“Never had the time to properly research that.” Rose shrugged. She also rarely had the disposable income to put towards something like that. Not that she was going to spell that out for John.
His lips twitched, and she thought he knew anyway. “One there,” he said, pointing to a spot above the prep area. “And one there.” He pointed again across the store. “Cover basically the whole place. Could do one in the back too, if you wanted.”
Rose tilted her head slowly, blinking. “Alright,” she agreed slowly. “Is there a certain one you recommend?”
He nodded, fighting down a smile. “Won’t take long to get them installed.”
“Wait, installed?” Rose blinked at him, feeling like she was missing some vital part of the conversation here.
“Got a dozen up in my office, darling,” John told her, no longer fighting down the smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled with his amusement, and she tried hard not to be distracted by that. “I’ll have Ghost bring ‘em down and we’ll install them.”
“But–” Rose blinked. Private security. Right. “John, those are for your business.”
John shrugged. “And? Can’t exactly report me to the boss, darling.”
She frowned at him, struggling for a moment to verbalize the rest of her concern. “I can’t…”
“Love.” John lowered his voice a little, leaning in closer. “Don’t worry about it. Just let us do this, yeah?” His smile softened, something warm and almost teasing. “You can give us free tea if it makes you feel better.”
Rose chuckled, the tension in her chest releasing. “How about cookies?”
“Soap will be thrilled,” John drawled. “You want a camera in the back too?”
“Sure. Might as well.” Rose shrugged. The back wasn’t large - her tiny office and a tiny kitchen, just big enough for her to make cookies. The storage area was more of a closet, really, which is why she kept a close eye on supplies.
John nodded. “Good. Won’t take long.” One of his hands closed over hers, big and warm, his thumb pressing gently to the delicate underside of her wrist. “Worth it to have you safe.”
Rose swallowed but nodded slowly, heart thundering along in her chest. “Keep being so nice to me and you’ll never get rid of me,” she said, trying for joking but falling a little shy.
The flash of his grin was brief and amused. “Why do you think we keep coming back, darling?” He released her and stepped away, leaving her floundering.
A quick look showed that Soap and Rodolfo were working on scrubbing off the spraypaint, and Gaz was doing something with his phone, tongue poking out between his lips.
She had a little time.
Sneaking into the back was easy, and it took very little time to whip up a batch of cookie dough. A quick peek out front showed Gaz behind the counter, no customers in the shop, with John and Ghost working together quietly to install one of the cameras. Good enough.
The timer beeping pulled everyone’s attention briefly to the back, and Rose hummed a bit as she pulled the cookies out of the oven. They needed to cool a little before she took them off the baking sheets, but given five minutes, she’d be able to deliver fresh cookies to the guys.
To her guys.
The thought gave her pause, both because of how right it felt and how possessive it was. But, well… They were her friends now. And the way at least a couple of them flirted, more was not out of the question.
But it was a question for later, because she did not have the mental capacity for this right now.
Using two of the actual plastic plates she had, she carried the cookies out to one of the tables. “Anyone want a snack?”
Watching Soap try to dive on an entire plate for himself (only to be blocked by Ghost) was enough to have her nearly in stitches. But not enough to distract her from Gaz taking a picture of the plate in front of him before typing rapidly into his phone. She could ask… but she decided not to.
Especially since the thought of them being her guys circled around and around in her head, refusing to give her any rest.
She really needed to get herself sorted.
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When the Dragons Fly (Book 3)
Aelon helps Eweniel to bond with one of the younglings. Ramuel's host gets attacked and he is forced to run away after watching the rest of his family die at the hands of the orcs.
[] = High Valyrian
Chapter 6
Warnings: getting cold, a little language barrier, Aelon helping Eweniel bond with Aegar, violence, people dying, Smoke protecting Ramuel, burning some orcs, and running away.
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The loud humming of the wind echoed across the mountains. More snow flew through the air. The tents built in the front yard had trouble staying put due to the wind, forcing your people to reinforce them and add more wood to the bonfires that threatened to go out.
You watched from one of the windows, your neck wrapped in a scarf and hands protected by a pair of gloves Helena forced you to wear.
You felt bad that the tower did not have more space for the people, but it had to do since the wind was getting stronger. It was most likely that the snowstorm would arrive at night, making it too dangerous to continue the journey as there were still miles to walk before reaching the end of the road. You had hoped you would have made it before nightfall, but this just had to do.
Helena stepped beside you. “Pew, it's really getting nasty,” she said as she was wrapped in scarves and more clothing.
“You made the right call to get Torim’s trust to let us stay here for the night,” she added.
“I’m glad I managed such a thing and not fright him to shoot me,” you replied.
“Nah, he didn’t turn out bad after all. I offered him to sit with us at the fire and gave him some ale we took from the town. He did not hesitate and now he’s like we’ve been friends for years,” she said as you two looked at the dwarf who was laughing with Helena’s brother. The two being obviously drunk.
“I guess, alcohol is a key to every man’s heart,” Helena uttered, shaking her head at the sight of her drunken brother.
“He’s still stubborn about his eye. He doesn’t let Eda take a look even though she could give him a fresh wrap of bandages,” she said.
“You have a gift for making friends with everyone,” you said with a genuine impress.
“Well if I didn’t manage to make friends with you, then I would have been pretty bad at it. You actually used to be pretty same when you first came to us,” Helena smiled, gently nudging your side. You rolled your eyes at her.
“How about you join us for a moment and relax a bit? You have done a lot this day. Also, socializing with people will help you learn more about gaining their trust, come on,” Helena said as she pulled you toward the bonfire.
“Alright, alright…” you uttered as you followed her, joining her family and the drunken dwarf, who had forgotten his previous reservations toward you.
Aelon returned to the fortress after helping Falconer find a proper cover from the coming storm and feeding him some meat. The wind blew on his hood, trying to blow it off. He covered his eyes as he walked inside, safe from the wind.
He saw Eweniel sitting on the steps. In front of her sat Aegar, staring at the treats in her hands.
“Sit,” Eweniel said, but Aegar only eyed the treat.
“Aegar, sit,” she said again.
“Aegar,” she repeated, catching his attention.
“Sit,” she said, but the dragon only looked at her confused.
Aelon smiled at Eweniel’s frustration when the dragon failed to heed the order again, then walked over to her.
“Are you trying to teach Aegar some tricks?” he asked as he sat beside her.
“Yeah, but as you can see I’m not very successful,” she answered.
“I think I know the problem. “ Aelon grabbed the treat and then looked toward the red dragon.
“Aegar,” he said, and the dragon looked at him.
“[Sit down]” he said in high valyrian.
Aegar paid attention but tilted his head in confusion.
“[Sit down]” Aelon motioned with his hands.
Aegar then sat down on his back feet.
“Good job,” Aelon smiled, handing him the treat. Aegar eagerly snatched the treat and ate it.
“What language is that?” Eweniel asked curiously.
“It’s High Valyrian. It’s actually mine and (Name)’s mother tongue. And the language our dragons are most familiar with,” Aelon explained with a smile. “Aegar, Viserya, and Smoke are from these lands, but we decided to teach them our language as well,” he added as he petted the red dragon's head.
“Aegar is mostly familiar with high valyrian, so he probably just didn’t understand you,” Aelon said. “Or maybe he did? He can be a bit stubborn when it comes to the common tongue,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“I think you might want to bond with him. I don’t think treating him like a dog will work,” Aelon stated.
“How do I do that then?” Eweniel asked.
“It’s not too hard. Look at Rodrick. He seems to be bonding with Viserya,” Aelon pointed at Rodrick and Viserya who was comfortably snuggled around him, with her head on his lap.
“Well, I’m pretty warm so I can see why she would snuggle with me. And I also think because I carry more food with me. I think she’s smart, and I kinda find her cute, even my mom is comfortable with her,” Rodrick smiled as he gently stroked the green, she-dragon’s head.
“Well, she is quite handy when it comes to keeping the fire going,” Rodrick’s mother smiled as she was preparing dinner.
Aelon and Eweniel giggled, then returned their attention to Aegar.
“You know, maybe you could help him learn more common words. You just have to first speak in high valyrian and that.” Aelon suggested.
“But I don't know any words in your language, “ Eweniel said.
“I’ll help you. You can try… catch,” Aelon started. “Just say [Catch] and throw the treat,” he said.
“Okay…” Eweniel turned toward Aegar.
“Aegar… [Catch],” she said and threw the treat.
Aegar caught the treat from the air.
Eweniel took another one.
“Aegar… catch, catch,” she motioned at the treat in her hands. Aegar stood up and prepared himself to catch it.
She threw the treat and the dragon quickly snatched it in the air.
The two giggled as Aegar was prepared to catch more.
“What other words can I use?” Eweniel smiled. Aelon smiled in return then helped her learn more words to teach Aegor, and the atmosphere became joyful compared to the cold outside.
More snow had begun to fall from the sky. The second host was struggling to stay warm and not start a fire without risking giving themselves away to the enemy.
Ramuel was warming his hands despite the gloves he wore. He watched as the people walked around restlessly. The chiefs had not come to a decision, so the tension was becoming high. He wondered if some people were considering leaving and going somewhere else.
He glanced toward the bushes where he had his Smoke. He had dug there a little hole so his friend would be hidden better and then he gave his friend a blanket when the weather began to get colder. He did not wish for Smoke to get sick, even when he wasn’t sure if dragons could get sick with a cold.
Ramuel looked toward his parents, finding them standing together and whispering anxiously. His parents were one of the most patient people in Middle Earth, but even they were starting to get restless.
His mind then returned to his friends. He felt longing for their presence. Wherever they might be, he wished they were safe and okay.
“It’s no good. There is no way we can pass through,” one of the chiefs declared after they had looked for a spot and a timing to get past the orcs for hours now.
“There has to be somewhere…” Horren started.
“Horren. Coming here was a mistake. The weather is getting worse, and if we try to force our way through. I’m afraid that will only cause more deaths,” one of the chiefs explained. “Let’s turn back or we will freeze to death here,” they said.
Horren was quiet for a moment but after so much time trying to spot a good opportunity. He relented as there was none.
“Fine… let us return to the town,” he answered.
However, they were too late as one of the chiefs was struck with an arrow.
Ramuel gasped when he heard someone scream and saw orcs flood from every side of the forest where they were hidden.
The orcs laughed sadistically as they killed every defender and innocent in their way. The whole host fell into chaos as everyone either tried to fight back or escape the onslaught.
Ramuel screamed when he saw one of the orcs hit his father in the head with a club. Blood spilled out of his father’s head and he then fell to the ground dead. His mother cried, pulling his body away from the attack. However, she was then hit in the shoulder with an arrow, a similar one that had killed his brother.
“Mom!” Ramuel cried, trying to help her up.
“Ramuel, run,” she pleaded in pain.
Two orcs then appeared to them, grinning at them.
“Well, well, what do we have here,” they grinned.
Ramuel and his mother stared at them with terror until Smoke jumped out of the bushes, standing in front of him and his mother protectively. The dragon hissed at the orcs threateningly.
“What is this?” One of the orcs said as they stared at the small dragon.
Suddenly, Smoke released a sound that sounded like a stuck roar mixed with choking and gargling sounds.
The orcs stared at the dragon in silence, before breaking into a frantic laugh.
“What the hell kind of sound was that?!” One of them laughed with tears in his eyes. “This has to be the weirdest-sounding dragon I ever heard,” He stated while trying to dry the tears from his face.
“That’s more like an inbred toad than a dragon,” His friend cackled.
“Please, spare us…” Ramuel’s mother pleaded.
“Oh, don’t worry. We’re not gonna hurt you… much,” the orc grinned as they came closer.
Ramuel hugged his mother in fear, but then he saw Smoke do something. The dragon’s chest began to steam, but as Smoke concentrated hard, his chest began to glow with orange light.
Smoke then roared, unleashing the hot steam toward the orcs, but then the steam began to flicker and the dragon’s steam turned into fire. The flames burned the orcs and they ran away screaming as their heads were on fire.
Smoke released heavy coughs, coughing out black smoke from his lungs.
Ramuel was amazed as the dragon looked confused by what it had just done. Ramuel’s mother then held on to him.
“Ramuel. Run away. Run away from here as quickly as you can. Return to town and then go to the mountains. Find your friends and (Name),” she said as her hand was covered in her blood.
She then turned toward Smoke, holding his head.
“Please. Protect him,” she uttered before she fell to the ground, unable to breathe with the arrow in her chest.
“Mom..” Ramuel cried.
“Go! Just Go! Both of you!” His mother screamed.
Ramuel then ran into the forest with Smoke in his heels. The boy ran away from the attack, turning back only for a moment to see his mother cradle his father before bleeding to death. Tears streamed down his face as he continued running with Smoke.
He managed to run through the snowfall and return to the abandoned town. He then ran up to the mountain road where he saw his friends and their host go.
Smoke suddenly stopped, whining at something.
“Smoke, what is it?” Ramuel stopped to look, then in the distance, he saw lights.
The wind and the snow made it difficult to see clearly, but he saw many lights approaching the mountains. There were perhaps hundreds of them. When Ramuel squinted his eyes, his heart began to race with terror when he realized the ones holding the lights were orcs. There was an orc army coming.
“Smoke, come on!” Ramuel yelled to the dragon, and the two began running through the storm to find you and your host.
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Abe told him he’d get nominated for a Tony with that play, and he was fucking right.
“Who are you taking as your date?” Midge asks playfully.
“Your father,” Lenny teases back as he sits on Susie’s office couch with another turnover. “He’ll look ravishing in an evening gown.”
Midge laughs - really laughs and puts her hands over her face. “Stop that.”
“Never,” Lenny smirks.
He’s been feeling more like himself since starting this journey with this place. Feeling like he’s doing something that maybe feeds his brain and his soul a little; something that doesn’t remind him quite so much of all the terrible things that have happened.
It’s nice.
More than nice.
“Just take Midge and be fucking done with it,” Susie complains. “You know you want to.”
He turns just a little red and looks up at her. “I would like that very much,” he tells her honestly. “But I understand if you’re nervous about being seen with me.”
She looks at him like he crazy. “Lenny.”
“I know what people think of me,” he states factually. “I don’t want it to hurt your career.”
“Lenny, you’re a Tony-nominated play write. Shut up and take the famous funny woman as your date,” Susie orders.
Midge laughs a little. “What she said.”
He shrugs and grins sheepishly. “If you insist.”
****
The three of them share a limo, and Susie knows she can trust them not to be complete idiots, but Lenny’s been flipping shit about the Tony’s for a week now, and she’s worried the guy might hyperventilate on the red carpet.
“He’s okay, right?” Susie mutters to Midge as they step out of the limo.
“He is,” Midge promises with a grin. “Papa offered to let him wear his cape, and it made him laugh -- the stupid laugh, so it was real.”
Susie relaxes a little. “Good. That’s good.” she turns to Lenny and brushes at his tux jacket. “Tits up, Lenny.”
“They’re too small to lift,” he reminds her.
Midge snickers a little and takes his arm. “We’re gonna get you through this. I promise.”
“Good, because I feel as though I may vomit,” he informs them.
“If you puke on this dress, I will kill you and steal your Tony,” she promises him.
“I don’t have a Tony, and I’m not likely to by the end of the night,” Lenny reminds her.
“Shut the fuck up, Lenny,” Susie orders as she heads down the carpet to talk to some reporters.
*****
They, of course, ask him about his date.
“Midge is a dear friend, and she graciously offered to accompany me so I would actually show up,” Lenny jokes, making the reporter he’s talking to laugh. “But she’s the best, isn’t she? So funny. So talented.”
“Is he talking about me instead of about the incredible play he wrote?” Midge asks as she steps up.
He just gives her a sheepish grin and gets back on the topic of his work, but Midge is kind enough to take his hand while he does.
*****
His hands shake as the director of the play settles the Tony Award in his hands and nudges him to the microphone to speak for the whole production.
He thanks the entire cast and crew and the producers, and his daughter and Susie and Midge, too.
“I’m very grateful to be here, and to have been adopted by the theater community. Thank you very much,” he says hurriedly as he steps back, letting the director have his own words.
In the audience, Midge is beaming up at him, and Susie is looking fucking pleased.
He smiles back and shakes the award at them in disbelief.
*****
“It’s very shiny,” Midge smiles as they get into the cab to go home. Susie had decided to head for an after party, but Lenny is tired, and for whatever reason, Midge chose to slip into the limo with him.
“Thank you, Midge,” he says softly. “It means a lot that you broke out your umbrella for me tonight.”
“I had fun,” she smiles at him. “And I’m so proud of you. I know things haven’t been easy.”
“Things are okay now,” Lenny assures her. “More than okay, really. I don’t know what comes next, but right now, things are good.”
“Good,” she says firmly. “You deserve good, Lenny.”
He grins gently and pats her hand. “I appreciate that. All of it. Susie. You. Really.”
She turns to him, scooting closer. “Lenny.”
He lifts an eyebrow at her. “Don’t you look at me that way, Mrs. Maisel. I don’t have enough money in my bank account for you to want to marry me.”
Midge laughs softly and shoves at his face. “Asshole.”
He shrugs. “It never would have worked,” he says softly. “You and me. I’m a wreck, Midge. Look what’s happened to me since that night together. You don’t need this.”
She sighs softly, gazing at him. “Maybe that’s true. But it would have been sensational.”
Lenny smiles at her sadly and leans in, kissing her cheek. “You’re too good for me, Miriam.”
“Can we pretend that’s not true for one night?” she requests quietly. “Let’s go get a late fancy dinner and pretend like we got married last month and drink champagne and feed each other caviar or something?”
He chuckles softly and gazes at her. “One night of Mr. Weissman and Mrs. Bruce,” he ponders. “I don’t hate that idea, I have to admit.”
Midge smiles and leans in, kissing him lightly. “Okay, Mr. Weissman. I’m taking you to the Russian Tea room to celebrate.”
Lenny gives a low whistle, trying to recover from feeling lightheaded from the kiss. “That is fancy.”
“Only the best for my temporary hubby,” she promises playfully before leaning forward to tell the driver where to take them.
He watches her and smiles to himeslf.
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Bruises - Billy Hargrove
Billy x Fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of abuse
Word count: 691
Summary: Seeing Billy’s bruises at school and not believing there from a fight.
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“What’s with the bruises?” Y/n asked as she approved Billy at his locker. He had a lot of new bruises on him like he has some other times. But these looked worse than normal.
“Got in a fight in gym.” Billy answered with a shrug although Y/n noticed the slight pain in his eyes as he did so.
Y/n shook her head knowing that he hadn’t got in a fight in the gym. She knew for many reasons but for her, it was easy to tell they weren’t bruises that just happened, they were from at the very least last night if not the night before. “No, you didn’t.”
“What makes you think that? Hmm?” Billy asked with a gruff tone even though he knew that wouldn’t intimidate her in the slightest. y/n noticed also how he stiffened at her statement.
“These are older. I’d say maybe Saturday night or Sunday. They're not from today.” Y/n stated softly with concerned eyes as she gently touched his wrist and Billy didn’t pull away from her kind touch. The truth was to him her touch calmed him. Made him feel safe.
“Not here.” Billy said quietly giving her a look that had vulnerability in his eyes. An emotion he only ever let her see.
Y/n nodded in understanding, rubbing his pulse with her thumb she asked. “Then where?”
“After school. I’ll drive you home. We can talk there.” Billy spoke as he shut his locker. He knew she understood him and was the only person who cared about him. He could trust her, he does in fact. But he couldn’t do it at school, not with listening ears present.
“Okay.” she nodded at him. With that set the two continued on with the school day, normally Billy would’ve suggested ditching but Y/n was pretty sure he wanted school as a distraction today which meant whatever happened might’ve been really bad.
After school Y/n and Billy met outside in the parking lot by his car, once Max got to the car and inside they took off. Billy dropped Max off at home before they headed off to Y/n’s for a quick stop.
They got out of the car and headed inside, once they made it inside the two went to the kitchen for drinks and snacks. They decided to take their drinks and snacks on the road, climbing back into Billy's Camaro they headed off to an empty field that overlooked some scenery Hawkins had to offer. Y/n and Billy got out of the car and sat on the hood. There was a bit of silence between the two as they sat so close they were touching. Billy smoked for a bit and y/n was waiting patiently for him to finish, not wanting to push him into talking about it right away.
“What happened Billy?” Y/n asked softly after he put out the cigarette.
“My dad.” he stated, those two words were all that needed to be said for her to understand. Billy looked down not wanting to look her in the eyes.
Y/n shook her head but her features remained soft. “Billy I told you-”
“I know, I know.” Billy nodded letting out a sigh, knowing she was right.
“Then why haven’t you come to me?” she was concerned why he hadn’t come to her sooner.
Billy shrugged looking down to where he was reaching for her hand. “I’m not used to someone caring.”
Y/n nudged him and squeezed his hand before stating with a smile. “Well get used to it.”
Billy smiled back at her returning the squeeze. “I guess I will.”
Billy leaned in and pulled her into a kiss, cupping her cheek with his free hand before moving his hand down to her nack. Y/n pulled back a little bit before getting off the hood so they could head back. “You are staying with me tonight, no arguments.”
“Yes ma’am.” Billy smiled jokingly giving her a salute before he to got off the hood of his car. He didn’t know what he’d do without her.
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Trust~ Tamaki Suoh
Chapter Four
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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
Third Person POV
“I’m running out of good ideas, men! I only have five days left, and she still doesn't seem convinced.”
Tamaki complained, sitting at a table while being surrounded by his fellow host mates.
“How about a cake date? Try all sorts of yummy cakes together”
Honey-Senpai suggested, earning a head shake from Tamaki,
“I don’t know if she has a sweet tooth...”
Unbeknownst to Tamaki, [Y/n] did.
“You seem to be putting a lot of thought into this, Senpai. You really like [L/n], huh?”
Haruhi smiled at her upperclassman. Tamaki's cheeks flushed as he stared at a nearby wall,
“W-well...it’s complicated.”
“That’s not a no.”
Kyoya teased, causing Tamaki’s cheeks to flush even more. Before anyone else could utter a word, the doors to the host club suddenly opened. At the entrance stood the very female they had just been talking about.
“[Y/n]...”
Tamaki breathed, not expecting to see the female so soon. [Y/n] gave a sheepish smile,
“Sorry, is this a bad time? I just didn’t see you after school today, so I figured that I’d come find you...”
Tamaki fell speechless. He didn’t expect the female to willingly seek him out - this gave him hope that maybe she was being convinced.
Before Tamaki could act, he was being pushed towards [Y/n] until he found himself directly in front of her. [Y/n] smiled,
“Um, if you don’t mind, I actually have an idea for today’s date...”
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Tamaki watched in confusion as [Y/n] tied her hair back before putting on a pair of gloves. [Y/n] looked back at Tamaki and smiled,
“You don’t mind getting your hands dirty, do you?”
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“So, why gardening for today’s date?”
Tamaki asked as he watered the planted seeds. [Y/n] smiled,
“You’ll see later.”
Tamaki finished watering the plants before looking back at [Y/n], noticing a speck of dirt on her face. Walking towards her, Tamaki reached out his hand and used his gloved thumb to brush off the dirt.
“You have a little something.”
[Y/n] looked up at Tamaki with her [e/c] eyes and giggled,
“So do you.”
It was then Tamaki suddenly became aware of the loads of dirt on his face, feeling disgusted by the fact that something was touching his well-kept skin. Taking off her gloves, [Y/n] grabbed a rag and used the hoes to wet it.
“Here, I always bring one of these to wipe the dirt off of myself when I’m done gardening. Now hold still.”
[Y/n] gently caressed Tamaki’s face with one hand as she used the other to hold the rag and gently wiped it on Tamaki’s face. The male felt his face heat up from the way [Y/n] held his face, not even realizing that she had finished wiping his face.
[Y/n] blinked,
“Oops, sorry if I wiped your face too hard. Your skin is turning red.”
“I-it’s okay...”
[Y/n] smiled, nudging her head in the direction of her estate.
“C’mon, let’s get the rest of you cleaned up.”
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Entropy or Renewal
It's one of their regular movie nights. Bubblegum and Finn, and Marceline and Jake; sometimes the Flame King when her duties allow her the time (rare enough, rarer still when both she and Bubblegum turn up). Lady Rainicorn too, though more often than not she flies and in out as her whims and own responsibilities demand. And so it circles around to a core membership of sorts.
Finn and Jake have many friends. It is the friendship between herself, Finn and Marceline that feels like a core to her; Jake is a good person in his own way, as close to them as lightning in clouds, but there's a strange distance there; Finn was closer to her.
Finn was closest to all of them. She thought about invisible ties, not binding but connecting things together. Lifting them up when they might have sank alone. A helping hand when you needed it. And a whole lot of confusing, conflicting feelings, swirling together in a mess that was beautiful and ugly and painful and the best part of her life all at once.
So. Bubblegum thought of it, clinically as herself and Marceline and Finn; the only ones that would definitely be there. Sometimes Ice King too, though that wasn't the burden she thought it might be years ago. Now he turned up, looking lost but happy for it, gravitating towards Marceline like he was taking cues from her. He didn't bother her very much; when he did he spoke to her as he did to Finn, pleasantly enough. It was a welcome change but odd, and sometimes when he talked to her she suddenly thought that he didn't know who she was. Not anymore, anyway. Whatever part of himself that had fixated on her so much, had simply... melted away. Or he had forgotten.
There were reasons she didn't trust magic much. She had seen too much evidence of what it did to people.
But tonight, these thoughts were far. It was just herself, and Marceline, and Finn.
She twirled her fingers absently in thought. She imagined spinning a thread between them, like the invisible lines of connection and closeness that bound the three of them together. No, she decided. Not binding; that implied constraint, or unwillingness. This was... a kind of liberation.
Her responsibilities were a chain. That was the truth of it. It was chains she accepted and allowed to weight on her, but all the same she accepted it. She had made life, and so she was responsible for it. Even if her life closed around it, leaving nothing but duty, pushing away the people she cared about, leaving herself alone with people that loved her but did not know her.
Her fingers twitched a little bit. Finn's head turned from the movie owlishly, looking at her carefully, and she relaxed a little bit. Was it putting up a front? Did he help make her feel more welcome, more like the kid she had never really had the opportunity to be? Or was it letting the persona of the Princess fall away, just a little?
Perhaps it was all of them. Answers did not need to be reductive.
"You okay?" he said, quietly. Marceline, floating on the other side of the couch, glanced at them. Some analysis of the situation seemed to say that this was something between Bubblegum and Finn, in their own way, and she graciously turned away, giving them as much privacy as was reasonable.
"Yeah," Bubblegum said quietly. "Just thinkin'."
"What about?"
"...I dunno. Hard stuff. I don't really know how to say it."
He nudged her gently. "Don't worry about it," he said, and for a moment she felt the strange sense of him speaking as if from a vast distance, and with many mouths all together at the same time.
Not in the sense of a body with many mouths. But as if he had worn many bodies over many lifetimes, seen the world from countless different perspectives, and here and now they all came together. His gaze seemed older than he should be, wise and patient and sad all at once.
For a moment, it was a strangely familiar thought. The weight of ages hung upon him, and just for a moment his gaze was older than the world. Suddenly, in this space, with Marceline and Finn, perhaps the only other people in the world who knew what it meant to know that the world had changed beyond imagining and would change again, she felt... like it was easier than it used to be.
She smiled.
Finn smiled back, and the moment passed, and vaguely she realized she had been studying his face. He was still young, not even a fully mature man of his species.
It was silly to be studying his face for wrinkles, or for crow's feet. Looking at the few blonde-white hairs that were sliding out beneath the front of his fur hat, looking for signs of graying. He was young; he had many years before him.
Even so, the inevitability of age weighed heavily upon her. She wouldn't change, and simply stay as she was, and the same as Marceline.
Finn would.
He smiled, unknowing, and returned his attention to the movie. Marceline was glancing at him though, her expression just a little too intense to be casual, and for a moment, her eyes met with Bubblegum, and the moment became painful, wrenching inside and something like acid flickering across her consciousness.
They both knew. The same fear, the same certainty, the same awful inevitability.
Bubblegum thought about it a lot. Together with Marceline, her responsibilities growing increasingly less demanding and perhaps one day her people wouldn't need her at all. The Ice King was no longer a threat but a harmless silly man. Finn was always there, opening up home and heart after the rough patches (and they had been there, yes; she tried to ignore them, and past them they had gone, and sometimes she wondered if they might have gone better if she tried to head them off, but it was too late to worry about it now). Her life was good, now. And so much of it sprang from Finn, as a tree grew from deep roots.
So much fierce joy that felt like it had come so suddenly into her life, as he had grown and matured and attained some strange unearthly wisdom. It didn't feel earned, to her, and it did not feel stable.
Everything stayed, as Marceline sometimes said, and sooner or later it would be gone. The circumstances would change. The people, in the experiences she kept carefully locked in herself to never be told, did not.
A fresh wave of sick feeling oozed out from her. It was a phobia. It was a rancid fear. It was certainty and awareness of the inevitable, all at once.
(She couldn't stop it. She couldn't save him. She wouldn't be able to stop time or bring him back, when all was done. She could contrrol the world, control her kingdom and bring rightness wherever she could, but she couldn't keep him safe.)
Finn turned to look at her again, his brow furrowing. Something was wrong. He gave her a look, his eyes wide with concern and fear.
She closed the feelings, keeping them close and hiding them away.
So much joy, she thought again. The world would present its bill, sooner or later.
She would see those hairs go grey. She would see the solidity of his body gradually fade, and in a span of time so abruptly sudden she was used to just ignoring it-
Bubblegum stiffened herself. She told herself to have fun. Don't think about it. Do NOT think about it.
He frowned again. Something was definitely wrong.
She smiled, and it would be easy to say that she didn't feel it, she was just trying to reassure him. But that wouldn't be true. For a moment, she felt the easy comfort of time with friends, closer to her heart than she dared tell anyone. Love and family and all kinds of other things that had sprung upon her in a flash, making everything feel so completely worth it.
Answers, after all, were not reductive.
(One day, she was going to have to watch him die.)
After a moment, he smiled too, and turned away once more.
She returned to the movie, though her thoughts were troubled.
She thought of the invisible nature of joy, and the way in which the bodies of people grew tired and rotten so terribly quick, and her fingers squeezed tight bundles of fabric from her sweater. Fear curled inside her, rancid again, but she had a grip on it.
She told herself, that was a thought for the future. Now was a time to be happy and content.
It was a nice night, all things considered.
(She was not ready to say goodbye. Not then.
And when the time came, she was not ready then, either.
But by then, she had come to understand a few other things. She had come to understand what a blue comet in the sky had meant, eons ago, and him coming to her in many lifetimes, over and over; the same feelings and cares, the same love, in new bodies and in new shapes, connection that carried on.
Perhaps it was not 'goodbye', she came to think later, when she met a silly little cat that wanted to be a hero, and when he spoke she heard Finn out loud, all over again, as he said that he didn't know why but somehow he thought he knew her.
Perhaps it was 'see you later'.)
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Do you have any headcannons on how the Hassaikai (other than kai) interact with Eri?
Ooo, that's a good question. Let's break it up into canon/canon-adjacent and an AU where Eri, at baseline, isn't being tortured for her blood.
(Important note: 'Expendables' usually refers to the Eight Precepts + Chisaki, Kurono and Irinaka; they're all Expendables. Precepts or Eight would refer to the group of Eight that doesn't include Chisaki, Kurono, or Irinaka.)
Canon 'verse:
In a canon/canon-adjacent 'verse, I don't think the Eight interact with her at all; most (if not all) don't even realize she exists--although some of them suspect that their boss is hiding or just not talking about something--and if they find out later it's probably a huge test of their loyalty.
Kurono canonically interacts with her, probably regularly; he probably worries a bit over what they're doing to her, but as someone who grew up in a shitty abusive orphanage and then in the yakuza he doesn't exactly have a solid conception of what a healthy childhood is supposed to look like, so Kai's explanations of 'we're feeding her, we're giving her shelter, and we're leaving her alone except for getting her blood' satisfy him anytime he brings it up.
Irinaka has probably interacted with Eri a few times, but not frequently or regularly. He also doesn't have a solid conception of a healthy/normal childhood (tbh I don't think any of the Expendables do), nor does he fully realize what's going on with Eri.
Nemoto knows something's up--he's known Chisaki for years at this point, and can tell when he's getting cagey, but he can't get the answers out of him. If he were to stumble across Eri in person, however, he'd probably put some very concerning pieces together almost immediately and end up demanding answers instead of just gently nudging like he usually does--as cynical as he is, and as much hope as he gave up while on the streets, he still doesn't like it when children get hurt. And part of him thought that Chisaki was better.
Sakaki knows that Nemoto thinks something is up, but doesn't worry too much. If he ran into Eri, he would not put the pieces together, and also wouldn't really know how to interact with her. He has...very limited experience with children. (Sakaki: So, uh...you want a beer? Nemoto: SHE'S FOUR)
Setsuno would probably realize some stuff--not as much as Nemoto, but enough to know that something fucky is going on. Unlike Nemoto, he'd be scared rather than angry, so instead of demanding answers he'd resolve to instead keep an eye on her, and try to visit her when no one else is around to catch him. Setsuno has (or had) several younger siblings and often helped his older sister care for them (yay parentification from having depressed and overworked parents), so he's a lot better with Eri and a lot more responsible when it comes to Eri than anyone else expected. He'd also trust Chisaki a lot less after that, which Chisaki would notice but not understand, and that might end up causing problems in the circle.
Hojo, I don't (yet) have a solid backstory for, so I don't have a clear idea as to how he would interact with Eri like I do for the three I've listed so far. I want to say he'd interact with her in a similar way that he interacts with Tabe, or at least he'd try to. He might put together some pieces or not, but he'd almost certainly tell the other members of the Trash Trio about her. Eri herself might be intimidated by how tall and big he is.
Tabe would be curious. I headcanon him as intellectually disabled and mute (which is a headcanon I probably stole from you), so he definitely wouldn't realize what's going on. I think he and Eri might get along well, although Eri would be curious as to the signs he makes and why he doesn't talk.
Katsukame would scare her at first, completely by accident, just because he's so big. He'd probably sit or lie down so as not to scare her so much, but much like Sakaki he doesn't have a lot of experience with children and wouldn't really know how to interact with her. It's kind of a coin toss as to whether or not he realizes she's in a bad situation.
Rappa, like Katsukame, is a Big Guy and scares Eri at first, but he probably wouldn't totally process like 'oh she's scared and hurt.' He's just as loud and boisterous as he is with anyone else, in part because like many of the other Eight he has very little experience with children, and that would scare her even more. He might even try to pick her up which...would not go well.
Tengai also has very little experience with kids. He also have very little patience with them, because he doesn't understand them and he's probably already tired from dealing with Rappa. He'd be fine with Eri while she's quiet and not bugging him with questions, which that might be the whole visit, but if she started grabbing at him or bugging him with questions about his mask or earmuffs or why he's got his eyes closed all the time he's out. Only later would he realize that maybe that little girl is in a not-fantastic situation.
A kinder AU:
Let's take this AU as something like canon divergent, where Eri and Chisaki were introduced in a way that didn't make Chisaki think he was being replaced as Pops' child and trigger the abandonment issues he's in deep denial about. Maybe she just wandered into Kai's side of the complex one day, or they met before the Quirk accident. Things would definitely be different in that AU.
In this AU, I think Nemoto might end up volunteering as the primary caretaker, with Setsuno right behind him. A lot of people would be surprised at Setsuno stepping up. She'd still spend a lot of time with Chisaki, Kurono, and Irinaka, probably along with Pops, but Nemoto and Setsuno would have the most understanding of actual children among that group. She'd also probably warm up to Katsukame faster than to Rappa, since Katsukame would be calmer around her; it'd take a while for her to warm up to Rappa's boisterousness. Tengai would probably avoid her most of the time. Hojo I think would like letting her sit on his shoulders, and she'd probably like hanging out with Tabe. She'd like Sakaki while he's sober and calm. Not so much when he's drunk.
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Karenfrank and roxielouis double date
Happy birthday @anxietyfluffy I hope i did them justice!!
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“Frank, we’re going to be late.” Karen states, tapping her foot against the floor the sound of her heels clanking against it is loud enough to be heard.
“I told you, you should’ve gotten up when I woke you up first.” Karen comments as Frank finally walks out of the room slipping an arm around his wife’s shoulders.
“You see? I told you it’d only take a minute. And I didn’t agree to go.” He says.
Karen rolls her eyes, leaning into Frank. “Yes, you did, Frank. You’re just complaining now that you had to get up.” She remarks. “Now, we’re going to be late. And for the love of everything that is holy, Francis. Keep politics out of it.”
“It’s just like when we went out for dinner for your birthday all over again.” The blonde woman placed the palm of her hand against her forehead to massage her temples. “Now, let’s go.” Karen ushers her husband to load into the car and the drive doesn’t take very long.
The pair arrive at an restaurant they’d visited previous times before, it was agreed upon with Roxie and Louis, who they were meeting up with. Both a double date and a time where Karen and Louis could see each other again which they had both looked forward to.
Frank pulls into the parking lot after a steady stream of swears slipping from his mouth as the spot he originally planned on taking was pulled into. Once that was over he puts the vehicle into park and pulls the key out of the ignition and stuffs them into his pocket as Karen unstraps herself and reaches for her purse.
Frank spares his wife a soft glance, admiring how she’d dressed up for the special occasion. Karen doesn’t notice as she opens her car door and finally Frank turns away, doing the same. The pair enter the restaurant and Karen takes Frank’s hand leading the way.
“Are you sure it’s not this way, Karen?” Frank Cranes his neck towards where he was being pulled away from and Karen shakes her head. “Francis, Trust me. I know where I’m going. You do not.”
Frank doesn’t protest what Karen says. For the most part, she’s probably right and no matter what she says. It is *not* funny.
“Here we are,” Karen says, her face appearing more relaxed as she pulls Frank to a halt as she greets Louis, then Roxie.
Louis smiles back as Karen as he reached out to shake her hand and she takes a seat, urging Frank to as well. “Lovely weather we’re having today, aren’t we?” She says.
Louis nods. “We are.” He responds.
Karen lifts up a menu beginning to scan the options and Frank leans over her shoulder peering at hers, even though he has a menu of his own. “You want the barbecue ribs, don’t you?” She asks without much thought as she glances at Frank.
“That does sound good.”
Karen smiles to herself. “You always order the same thing,” she continues on as she’s setting on an steak. “For over ten years, the same thing.”
Louis gently nudged Roxie’s shoulder. “At least Roxie, over here, always tries something new even if she doesn’t end up liking it.”
“So, how has your day been, Louis?” Karen Questions.
Louis nods his head towards Karen as he responds. “It’s been well. You? How has work been? Well I assume.”
Karen smiles, in response. “It’s been going very well. It was rather hectic last week but things have been settling down once again.”
“Really, Frank, ribs, again?” Roxie comments and she raises an eyebrow as she lightly jabs at Frank.
Frank rolls his eyes. “At least I know what I want.” He fires back. everyone orders their food as planned and it’s served shortly after.
Though, Frank hadn’t anticipated the plate being so large, nor being so many sides. Even he was beginning to debate taking an to-go plate before Roxie chimed in. “If you finish the *whole* plate, I will buy you an extra large beer.”
Of course , Frank isn’t gonna deny the challenge and he is going to get that beer. He bites and picks apart endless ribs before looking at Roxie triumphantly. “And you thought I couldn’t.”
Karen shakes her head in dismay as Roxie accepts the challenge was completed. Frank received his drink and he smirks at Roxie, who rolls her eyes.
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@taznovembercelebration - Cloak / Reveal
Okay. Well. The inside of the bubble wasn't as bad as Magnus thought it was going to be. He had been expecting maybe like, some pits of lava, or a really, really angry bear who liked to drink out of the Temporal Chalice like a fancy king. Instead, there was a quiet little town nestled inside of it. At the entrance stood a wide gate and, in front of that gate, stood a figure. They were bigger than he was, which was saying a lot, because Magnus was a pretty big boy. The armor keeping them together was rusty, but still had some of its signature shine, though the shine was very much hidden by the red clay seeping out from inside. On the shoulder, a little red bird sat, tilting their head curiously at Magnus, Merle, and Taako.
They shared a glance.
"I got this," Magnus said. "Y'know, I'm pretty rusticly hospitab-"
"Oh!" said the bird. "It's you!"
"It's me!" Magnus said, laying down the charm. "Y'know, friend, you're the second person who has said that to us today!"
"You're back!" the bird said, completely ignoring what Magnus had said. He tried not to feel too hurt about it. Part of being rusticly hospitable was not feeling hurt about a lot of things. The bird seemed to come to their senses after a few seconds, shaking their little head. "Who are your friends?"
"This is Taako-"
"From TV," Taako put it.
"From TV, yeah," Magnus said. "And this is Merle. And I'm Magnus. Burnsides. Magnus Burnsides."
"Magnus Burnsides," the bird said, as if they were trying Magnus's name out. "I like it."
"Thank you!" Next to him, Merle rolled his eyes. Magnus nudged him with his foot, coughing slightly. "Listen, uh, Harvey Birdman-"
"I'm- I'm not a bird?"
"We sort of, uhhhh, are looking for something. Would you happen to have like, a lost and found-" Taako let out a little snerk of laughter next to him. "Or maybe like, a place where you keep magical artifacts? That'd be super helpful."
"I mean…" the bird moved a little on the shoulder of their bigger figure. "We have a lost and found in the Sheriff's Office- you know Sheriff Isaak, of course."
"Of course, of course," Magnus said, trying to remember who the hell Sheriff Isaak was. Did he even know any Sheriffs? There was that one from Raven's Roost- but no, her name hadn't been Isaak. At least, not that Magnus knew.
"But it really depends on what you're looking for, I suppose!" the bird said. "And- and what are you looking for exactly? So I can help you find it?"
"Well," Magnus said, glancing at Taako.
"Cup," Taako said.
"A… cup?" the bird said. "Are you thirsty? Y'know, we have a nice little saloon here in town that I'm sure would love to ser-"
"No, like a- a fancy cup," Taako said.
"Almost magical, one might say!" Merle said.
"Yeah, yeah," Taako said. "Like…" The Director had never described the Chalice to them and it was obvious that Taako had now realized this. He foundered for a second and settled on saying, "Like a cup" again.
"And you're- hm." The bird paused, and their form seem to survey Taako and Merle skeptically. After a moment, one of the iron-clad hands lifted and gestured in a "come here" motion. The bird said, "Magnus, could I talk to you for a moment?"
"Uhm," he looked towards Taako and Merle again. Merle shrugged. "I mean, anything you can say to me, you can say to my friends."
"Well, I mean," they seemed to debate this to themselves for a second. "Okay, yeah. Magnus, do you trust these men? I mean, I trust you, but I- I don't know these guys from Adam! They could be here to- to disrupt, or rob the bank, or something like that! I don't- why should I trust them?"
"Why do you trust Magnus, then?" Merle said. The bird, somehow, looked disapprovingly at him. Magnus, once again, kicked Merle. Gently. But Merle still yelped like he had been punted across a football field. "Hey! I'm just askin'!"
"Well, 'cus he's- he's the Guy! The statue guy!"
"Yeah, Merle," Magnus said. "I'm the statue guy." And before Merle could respond (because they really didn't have the time for that), he continued. "I trust these two with my life, bird friend. I promise they aren't here to disrupt anyone or rob any bank. We're just looking for that cup that we mentioned."
"Chalice," Merle said.
"Chalice, yes," Magnus said.
"Hm," the bird said again. "Well, uhm, first off, again, I'm not a bird. And secondly… if you trust them, then I think they'll be fine. But I don't want the two of you wanderin' off too far, you hear me? Stay close to me or- or my pal Magnus here and you'll be just fine."
"Yeah, of course," Taako said. Magnus didn't even have to look at him to know Taako wasn't going to follow that rule.
"Gotcha," Merle said.
"Well then, I think we're good to go!" the bird (???) said. "If y'all will follow me, I can take you to the Sheriff's Office and we can start looking for that cup- sorry, Chalice."
The armor clanked as the figure turned around, going further into town. Magnus let Merle and Taako go in front of him, just to show that they were listening, at least. Through the gate, they came towards the sides of a few buildings before it split into an open town square. This entire town was so charming and made Magnus really wish he had brought a cowboy hat along with him. There was the saloon the figure had mentioned, and the bank, and-
"Hey," Magnus said, stumbling back a bit after he had run directly into Taako's back. "What gives?"
"Uh," Merle said. The figure paused when it heard them talking, and turned around. "Mags, take a look at that statue over there, will ya?"
Magnus followed where Merle was pointing and-
"Oh," he said.
It- well, it certainly was him on the statue. Or, at the very least, someone who looked incredibly like him. The same scar down his face, the same shape of his jaw, and the same build of his body. Except that the Magnus there was hidden under a cloak, and the metal had oxidized over time to a bright, red color. Like the bad guys. The red-robed Magnus had his hand on the shoulder of two figures in front of him, a tall man and a little girl.
"Oh!" the not-bird said, clanking back over them. "I see you found the statue! What'd'you- what'd'you think of it? Pretty cool, right?"
"It's, uh, pretty radical," Taako said.
"Very… finely made," Merle said with an uncomfortable chuckle. "Were you gonna show us to the Sheriff's Office, oooor?"
"Magnus?" the not-bird cheeped. "What'd'you think? Did we- is it okay? Do you like it?"
"Oh, uhm." Magnus coughed, looking away. A headache was starting to form behind his eyes. He had a statue. The statue of him had a red robe on. Red robes were the bad guys. There was… something there but his brain wasn't- this wasn't working. Magnus blinked a few times to clear his eyes. "It's very, uh, red! Is it supposed to be like that, or-"
"Well, yeah," not-bird said. "Sheriff Isaak specifically requested that metal so it'd fade that way over time! He's so smart."
"Sounds like he is," Magnus said. It felt like there was something stuck in his throat when he swallowed. "Anyway, uh- Sheriff's Office! Not-bird friend, is Sheriff, uh, Isaak in today, or nah?"
Not-bird chattered on and they continued their walk towards the office. More than a few people stopped to look at them as they passed. Merle took his chance to nudge his arm as not-bird talked, sending a concerned look his way.
"You good?" Merle whispered. Taako glanced back at them, his eyebrows raised.
"I'm- I'm good," Magnus said. "Let's go find the Chalice."
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Saw your love language post-- I'd love to give into a completely fun and respectful debate about that because I think mine is the exact reverse!! :DDDDD I like to outsource my thoughts and make sure they're balanced and unbiased:
I saw the Pilot as Scully not seeking or giving love so much as being ruled by fear; and Mulder suspects that and talks her down like he's been trained to do (calm, reassuring, add personal details to build rapport, etc.) He truly came alive when Scully listened to his story, bringing out his emphatic passion for the "that's all that matters to me" line (paraphrase~.) Scully shows love with her family, too, but never physically-- Maggie reaches out, for instance, and Bill wants to but feels distanced. Scully instead affirms them constantly, reassures them, gives them smiles and a listening ear. When she needs to feel loved-- Never Again, All Souls, All Things-- what she wants is for Mulder to affirm her, her desires, and her needs... he misreads this often because for him to feel loved he needs physical affections (the end of Paper Hearts, Pusher, Amor Fati hallway, FTF hallway.) Words don't cut it with him: whenever Scully tries to affirm or back him up with words, he'll brush them all off if she ultimately disagrees with his theory: meanwhile, she has been able to restrain him by physically touching his arm or petting his hair or checking him over after nearly getting beaned by a cow.
I see Scully using physical affection ONLY with Mulder-- even with Emily she wasn't huggy or cuddly; she was gently coaxing and affirming and giving her space and affirming her need for security with the cross necklace. Mulder, meanwhile, scooped Emily up;, held her close, and was enveloping; and he touches Scully constantly and thinks that's enough-- he's showing his deep affection/love constantly, why doesn't she get it? That's why Never Again and All Things happened.
Am I off? Correct? I wanna know YOUR thoughts~ :)))
I mean, I see what you’re saying, but I think that is all very surface level (no disrespect, of course, haha).
Pilot: both Mulder and Scully are establishing trust with each other, and their gut unfiltered attempts are, for Scully, touch and, for Mulder, words of affirmation. Somewhat indirectly at this early stage, of course, but still ultimately those love languages. Additionally, while Mulder is telling Scully about Sam, she puts her hand on his arm—more unfiltered contact to communicate her trust/love.
Scully’s family is much more complicated because all of their interactions with each other reflect the reverberations of their father’s constant absences mingling with their personalities. Bill Sr. is a very words person, based on the fact that he was specifically withholding his praise for Scully that Maggie had to nudge him into saying in “Beyond the Sea”. And we know that Scully absolutely idolized him, so she tries to reflect his own love language back to him to be more in his image. (And the whole Scully family also seems very into acts of service as a display of good character—Scully joining the FBI because she believed in her ability to do good, Missy chasing after Mulder to make sure he allows himself to embrace his love/anguish for Scully in “One Breath,” Bill telling Mulder to leave Scully alone in “Redux II”. Maggie’s a bit of an outlier—but her acts of service are just more subtle, a lot like Missy’s.)
When it comes to Mulder and Scully flipping the script—she’s the believer and he’s the skeptic—in episodes like “All Souls” (especially the part where they almost touch foreheads), Mulder is looking for words of affirmation from her (that she’s okay and therefore still her and therefore their relationship is okay and therefore he’s okay), giving her a terrible attempt at words of affirmation (because he’s scared shitless), and attempting touch (to communicate his care and love for her). He only breaks out the touch later on because his words don’t seem to be working. (They’re both messes and so everything is very tangled up.)
In episodes like “Never Again” and “All Things,” I think any woman feeling what she’s feeling would want to be affirmed, regardless of primary love language. They enjoy receiving each other’s love languages—Scully getting Mulder’s words of affirmation in episodes like “Squeeze,” where he lets her know how important she is to him (in regards to the work... I see you, Mulder...), and in “Little Green Men,” where she runs her fingers through his hair. I think it’s also important to recognize that much of those needs Scully has (especially in “Never Again”) are sexual intimacies: she wants his affirmation, yes, but the root of it is that she wants that in the form of touch—sex with Mulder. She has difficulty communicating this to him because it’s a reality she hasn’t fully come to terms with. In love with Mulder? Yes. Having important sexual needs and fitting him into his place with regards to her daddy issues? No. Mulder misreads Scully in “Never Again” for reasons unrelated to their love languages entirely—it has to do with being socialized according to gender roles in the gender binary, not love language miscommunication.
Mulder feels loved simply when he is confident in Scully’s confidence in him, no matter how she communicates that. When she brings him to an anthropologist to aid in his case in “The Jersey Devil”. When she insists on working with him in the lab in “The Host”. The list goes on. And not every act is mapped directly to their love languages; some serve first as utility and secondly as communicating love—like Mulder wiping BBQ sauce from Scully’s face. Utility first: she has sauce on her face. Love second: caring about her. (Or rephrased: utility on the surface and love underneath.)
I don’t recall Mulder ever brushing Scully off when she’s trying to affirm him—she doesn’t affirm him with words often because they’re both very reserved people who tend to keep their love languages close, let alone each other’s love languages. Rare times when Scully actually affirms Mulder with words: “Tooms,” “The Truth,” “Herrenvolk,” “Home Again.” They are far and few between. Rare times when Mulder uses touch: “Beyond the Sea,” “One Breath,” “Firewalker,” “Paper Hearts,” “The Unnatural,” “Millennium,” “All Things,” “Home Again.” Both extremely small numbers of episodes compared to how many episodes there are. Scully always disagrees with his theory, so it doesn’t make sense to argue that he brushes her off so long as she does; if that were true, they would despise each other and she would’ve left the X-files very quickly.
Like I said before, Mulder and Scully are both very reserved people and reserve their love languages for each other (I talked about Scully’s family but Mulder’s is also fucked up so his interactions with his parents and Sam are also not a good source). Neither Mulder nor Scully used touch or words of affirmation in “Christmas Carol” or “Emily” outside of each other—not while Emily was alive, at least. It wasn’t until the end of the episode that Scully uses touch when she lays down next to Emily in her hospital bed, and when they have a conversation in which Mulder uses words of affirmation to assure Scully that the situation was not completely terrible.
So… Definitely the love languages the way I said, haha. Always fun to expound on meta!
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Long Tall Sally - Part 2 of LOYL
Part 2 of my series Love Of Your Life. Part 1 here.
Austin!Elvis x femm y/n
Summary: Elvis has introduced himself to you. He asks you to spend the night with him and dance at Club Handy.
Notes: My writing honestly isn't the greatest. I have a hard time sometimes displaying emotions and what the characters are doing, so I hope this is ok! Not historically accurate. Only fantasy. Hope you enjoy. :)
“Those were some kind of moves you’ve got there, mama” he says and smiles. He offers you his hand to shake. “I’m Elvis. Elvis Presley” His southern drawl fell from his lips like butter. His blue eyes did not break contact with yours, although you sheepishly looked down onto your feet for a couple of moments before looking back at him. You hold out your hand to shake, but he takes it gently and brings it up to his face, kissing it softly. His lips felt warm and soft, reminding you of a warm Memphis night. Elvis had slicked back hair with one tousle falling out the front. He was dressed in all black, with a pink lace print shirt matched with black and white oxfords. Black makeup was smudged around his eyes.
“Who do I have the pleasure of meeting tonight?”
Olivia nudges you and you find the courage to speak.
“I-Uh. Sorry. My name is Y/N. It is such a pleasure to meet you Mr. Presley” You gush. He was still holding your hand in his.
“Please don’t be sorry, dove. And call me Elvis.” He smiles. “And who is this?” He asked, referring to Olivia.
“I’m Olivia, Mr. Presley, I mean, Elvis” she giggles. You could feel her pushing you closer to him from your back. “I told Y/N you were looking at her and she didn’t believe me!”
“Olivia!”
Elvis laughs. “Ah Y/N, she’s right. I was lookin’ your way. And trust me, my eyes were on you.” He winks at you while he smiles. Elvis takes his hand from yours and shakes Olivia’s.
You could hardly believe what you were hearing. You knew it was happening, but why you? You never in a million years thought someone so handsome would approach you like that. You noticed his scent as he leans past you. The man smelled like a sweet cologne mixed with musk. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked at you again, taking his fingers and pinching them between his full lips. “Would ya care to join me at the table before the next performance, Y/N? I aint leavin’ this club until I get to dance with ya.” He smiles warmly and gestures to the table.
“Oh-I, Yes! I’d love to. I’m with Olivia, but- “
Olivia grabs your arm from behind you and speaks in your ear as the music is starting up again. “I’m going to leave you two be, I see Will has just shown up.” She looks at Elvis and smiles brightly. “Very nice to meet you Elvis. You two cats have fun! I’ll see you later, Y/N.” Olivia pinches your arm, a subtle sign of saying ‘good luck with the most hand some guy on the planet right now’.
Elvis waves back at Olivia, putting all his attention on you once again. The crowd was starting to come to the floor. “Shall we?” He holds out his arm and you weave yours through while you walk back to the table, while Elvis acknowledges everyone that is patting him on the back or shaking his hand on the way there. Before he sits down, he pulls your chair out for you to sit.
“Quite the gentlemen” you tease, laughing softly and sit, pulling yourself closer to the table. Elvis trails his hand along your back as he sits down beside you, a goofy smile plastered on his face.
“Y’know, It’s just a habit when I’m around a pretty lady like you.” He leans over you and puts a hand lower down your lower back. You flinch a little, not because you don’t like it, but you weren’t expecting it. He looks at you and pulls his hand back slightly as he sits down. “I’m sorry lil lady, please tell me if you don’t want me to touch you... I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me.”
“Thank you, Elvis, really…” You feel your cheeks flush. “I like it a lot. I jus’ wasn’t expectin’ it, is all.”
He smiles and softly places his hand back on your lower back. His touch feels natural. Like it’s supposed to be there. “You look adorable when ya blush, y’know?” He looks at you from your forehead down to your chin, and then makes eye contact with you again. “Beautiful.”
You can feel your knees touch each other from under the table. You haven’t felt this excited in a very long time. You felt as if the butterflies were going to completely burst from your stomach.
“What were you drinkin’, love?” he asks In his deep southern accent.
“Just whiskey for me, please.”
“You’ve got it.”
While Elvis leaves for the bar, you admire all the people crowding around the dance floor again. You had no idea what time it was, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want this night to end. Your foot was tapping the ground to the beat of the music, nervously waiting Elvis’s return.
He smiles at you as he sits back down at the table. He places your drink In front of you and holds his up to cheers.
“So…um-I…” You stumble after clinking glasses, slowly taking a sip of your drink. Elvis softly puts his hand on your thigh and leans his body closer to yours. You could smell him again, and it made you feel the way all the girls described Elvis making them feel, like out of control of their bodies. You didn’t want him to take his hands off of you. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, mama.”
“I’m sorry Elvis, I don’t mean to be, really! I guess I’m still shocked I think” letting out a small giggle as you take a bigger swig of your drink. “Elvis came up to me tonight, how crazy is that? I feel like someone needs to pinch me.”
You feel a small pinch on your thigh that makes you jump. You both laugh, and Elvis rubs the pinched spot with his hand. “Am I still here, mama? Do you believe me now?” his tongue wets his lips and pulls his mouth into an understanding smile.
“Yeah, ok…I believe you now.” You felt a boost of confidence run through you. He was making you feel like you had no reason to question why he came up to you. It was fate, or something.
“The way you dance is nothin’ I’ve seen before.” He leans back in the chair and taps his finger on the table. “Ya were’, y’know, actually movin’ to the beat. Lettin’ the music tell you how to move.”
“I feel like it’s just automatic, when I hear music, I just dance. I may not be good at it, or it may look silly, but I can’t help to just move how I feel:” You explain, looking contently at him.
Elvis nods in agreeance. “I never met someone that felt the same way I do. When I’m on that stage” He points to the band. “and I start singin’, there is no stoppin’ me. My mama has always told me I have a gift. Some people think it’s too much, too sexual, whatever,” he bites his bottom lip and looks down at his drink, then back at you. “It’s just who I am. I’m Elvis, and I can’t change that.”
You lean forward with your elbow on the table and put your chin in one of your hands “I agree with you completely. Some people just aren’t alrigh’ with people bein’ themselves.” you look at Elvis in the eyes.
He mimics your movement, leaning closer to you. You can feel his breath on your face. “I like the ones bein’ themselves.” Elvis chuckles softly and you see his eyes quickly flash to your lips, and then back to your eyes. His eyes were a dark shade of blue. It reminds you of an ocean.
You snap out of the trance as he takes one of your hands in his. You hear another song starting to play.
“Why don’t we finish these drinks and have a dance, hm?”
You smile at him and nod “Let’s go, Mr.Presley.”
He smiles back at you. He picks up his drink and clinks it against yours. You both down your drinks and you have a sour look on your face from it.
“Can’t handle your liquor, cheeks?”
“What did you just call me?” You ask, laughing as you put your empty glass down on the table.
“Cheeks, y’know,” he says, tapping his finger on his right cheek. “Cause ya blush like crazy.”
Elvis calling you the nickname makes you blush harder. You laugh again and stand up from the table. “I like that one.”
Still holding his hand, you both walk onto the crowded dance floor.
Little Richard comes onto the stage again and the crowd roars.
Gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John,
He says he has the blues but he havin'a lotta fun
Oh baby,
Ye-e-e-eh baby,
Woo-o-o-oh baby,
Havin' me some fun tonight
Everyone on the dancefloor starts moving to the beat including you and Elvis. You are pressed up against one another due to the amount of people on the dancefloor, but you could hardly complain. Elvis was slightly taller than you, so you looked up at him while you danced and sang along to the lyrics.
Well Long, Tall Sally
She's built for speed, she got
Everything that Uncle John needs
Oh baby,
Ye-e-e-eh baby,
Woo-o-o-oh baby,
Havin' me some fun tonight.
You feel Elvis’s hips moving against yours, and his hand around your hip. Feeling him on you makes you feel hot. He then takes your hand and spins you around, making you erupt in laughter.
Well, I saw Uncle John with long tall Sally.
He saw Aunt Mary comin' and he ducked back in the alley.
Oh baby,
Ye-e-e-eh baby,
Woo-o-o-oh baby,
Havin' me some fun tonight.
Well, Long, Tall Sally
She's built for speed, she got
Everything that Uncle John needs
Oh baby,
Ye-e-e-eh baby,
Woo-o-o-oh baby,
Havin' me some fun tonight.
You now have your back facing him, and you can feel his breath on your neck.
“The way you move baby, it’s-fuck. It’s intoxicatin’. I can’t take my hands off you. I hope you don’t mind.” Elvis says in a breathy voice, he was nearly moaning in your ear.
“Not one bit…” You felt like you were going insane. His touch made you crave more. You had never felt like this with another man. This was so different.
Well, I saw Uncle John with bald head Sally
He saw Aunt Mary comin'
And he jumped back in the alley
Oh baby
Yes baby
Wooh baby
Havin' me some fun tonight, yeah
We gonna have some fun tonight
Have some fun tonight, wooh
Have some fun tonight
Everything's all right
Have some fun
Have me some fun tonight
You spin back around to face Elvis as the song ends. You both clap and cheer with the crowd for Little Richard. You were suddenly sad that the song was over, you didn’t want to leave the dancefloor.
Elvis takes your hand to pull you off the floor. You pull him back slightly, and he looks back at you.
“What Is it, cheeks?”
“Well… I don’t want to leave; I want to dance more.” You smile. “If you’re up for it, Presley.”
Elvis smiles back brightly at you, and then wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He walks back to you and wraps his hands around your hips. “I like the way you think, mama. Count me in.”
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The Serpent's Tongue - Part Two: Trust
Fandom: House of the Dragon
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen
Rating: E (cw dubious consent, implied childhood sexual abuse & grooming)
Summary:Rhaenyra is the only daughter of oil billionaire Viserys Targaryen and loves nothing more than to inspire trashy gossip headlines.
When her beloved uncle returns, she is overjoyed but finds that her father and stepmother (and former best friend) Alicent are reluctant to welcome him home.
Word Count: 3.1k | Part 2 / 3
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FAMILY MAN? Pictures from Rhaenyra’s Childhood with Daemon that Give Us Pause
Daemon and Rhaenyra’s recent outing has had us looking in the archives for an explanation, and, well, a picture says a thousand words, so here are twelve.
One morning, a few days later, Rhaenyra made her way down to the kitchen to find herself some breakfast. It was past eleven, so she was surprised to not be the only one. Daemon leaned against the island in a shiny loose black button-up.
“Morning,” he said. “Late night?”
“Usually is,” she said with a grin, making a beeline for the coffee pot. “Someone has to keep the tabloids in business.”
“That’s a lot of responsibility to put on yourself.”
“What can I say? I’m an overachiever,” she said, pouring herself a cup. “But I wouldn’t mind your–” She turned around to find Daemon standing right behind her. “–help.”
He held up a single grape.
Rhaenyra smiled. “Avero,” she said, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
He placed it gently on her tongue, just like he had done all those years before. She closed her mouth around the grape, broke its skin with her teeth, letting the sweetness flood her mouth.
Before she opened her eyes again, she felt a spoon nudging at her lips. She opened her mouth automatically and the too-sweet honey almost made her make a face. Daemon pulled the spoon from her mouth and Rhaenyra swallowed.
“Alilla,” she said and opened her eyes.
“Sȳres riñus,” Daemon said.
A little honey clung to her lips and Rhaenyra’s tongue darted out to lick it off, but Daemon’s intent gaze stopped her. He reached out a hand, cupping her jaw as his thumb ran over her lips, catching the honey on it. Then he brought his thumb to his own mouth, licking the honey off of it. Rhaenyra stood almost breathless, suddenly very aware that they stood inches apart. When he leaned forward and kissed her cheek, she was almost disappointed.
“Sȳz tubis emilās, dōnys dārilaros,” he whispered in her ear. Have a good day, sweet princess. Then he left the kitchen.
Vujīgon, Rhaenyra thought. To kiss. It was funny, she didn’t remember when she learned that word.
SCHOOLGIRL OR SEDUCTRESS? Former Targaryen Staff Member Spills Sordid Details from Rhaenyra’s Teenage Years
Rhaenyra Targaryen, only child of oil tycoon, Viserys Targaryen, apparently had a childhood that would make Vladimir Nabokov blush. A source, who wishes to remain anonymous, from within the Targaryen household tells stories of teenaged Rhaenyra bringing home much older men, throwing wild parties, and engaging in threesomes, all while her father turned a blind eye.
“She could do basically whatever she wanted to,” says our source. “And he’d let her get away with it.”
One evening, Alicent had roped Rhaenyra into helping with the dessert choices for the dinner – a task Rhaenyra was not opposed to doing. They had narrowed the ten cake types to three when an assistant hurried in to tell Alicent that the catering company had made a mistake with the number of people who would fit per table, meaning that the seating arrangements had to be altered. With Alicent distracted, Rhaenyra slipped away and knocked on Daemon’s door.
“Come in!” Daemon called.
Rhaenyra pushed open the door, finding Daemon shirtless in dark slacks. He held out two shirts – one red and one black. “Thoughts?”
She entered the room, closing the door behind her. “Where are we going?”
“We? Stepmother give you the night off?” he asked.
“There was a crisis to do with seating arrangements.”
“Of course,” he said. “There’s a new club. Skandal – with a k.”
Rhaenyra snorted. “Then definitely the red one.”
Rhaenyra’s bones shuddered with every beat and the strobing lights made everything look like it was happening in stop-motion. She lost herself in the artificial storm of it all – the thunder and the lightning. She had once been told that the way she danced was ‘weirdly alluring,’ which had probably been meant as an insult, but she wholly embraced it. Arms above her head, she moved to the music, just another body in the writhing mass on the dance floor.
There were hands on her now, large and firm on her waist. She moved back, swaying against the body behind her. Even through the smell of spilled beer and sweat, she recognized Daemon’s cologne, so it was no surprise to her when he whispered in her ear.
“What was that you said about keeping the tabloids in business?” His lips brushed her neck and Rhaenyra pressed back into him.
“I thought you weren’t going to cause trouble,” Rhaenyra said over the noise. She tilted her head back, so it rested on his chest, looking up at him.
“How was I to know those photographers were there?” Daemon asked in mock innocence.
Rhaenyra laughed and Daemon used his grip on her hips to turn her around so she faced him. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her against him, at the feeling of their bodies pressed together. Then he took her hand and spun her, which made her laugh again, falling against his chest as he pulled her back.
And they danced together, his hands on her waist and her hips and her ass. Her hands on his chest – the deep triangle of his half-unbuttoned shirt – and his shoulders and her fingers tangled in his hair. Every so often Daemon would say some absurd tabloid line – ‘Maybe this Baby Should Stay in the Corner: Daemon Targaryen Spotted Dirty Dancing with Niece, Rhaenyra’ – with a shocked expression and Rhaenyra would laugh and he would exaggeratedly nip at her ear.
“Let’s get a drink!” he said over the music. Rhaenyra was sweaty and giddy and weirdly energized as he led her to the bar.
“I’ll have an Old Fashioned,” said Daemon to the bartender, then looked at Rhaenyra. “And a… Shirley Temple?”
She punched his shoulder. “Moscow Mule, please.”
“Oh, I forgot, you can drink now,” Daemon said in mock surprise.
Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. “Like you weren’t sneaking me drinks at galas when I was like twelve.”
Daemon grinned and sat down on the only free barstool.
Rhaenyra frowned at him. “C’mon, I’m the one wearing heels.”
He looked at her and then patted his knee. “Come on, then.”
She sighed but hiked up her dress slightly and hopped up anyway. “The tabloids’ll love this,” she said. “‘Barstool Babysitter? An Unconventional Family Outing.’”
Daemon laughed and Rhaenyra smiled proudly. The bartender handed them their drinks, clearly trying not to look at them strangely, which Rhaenyra found incredibly funny. She giggled into Daemon’s shirt between sips from her glass, his arm tight around her to keep her from falling off of his lap.
“You know what’d really put them in a frenzy?” Daemon asked finally. He jerked his head over in the direction of the bathrooms.
Rhaenyra smiled, downed her glass, and hopped down. She took Daemon’s hand and he let himself be pulled to his feet. He set his glass on the bar. “Watch that for me, will you?” he asked the bartender, who nodded, still a little confused.
“We shouldn’t be too long,” Rhaenyra called to him, and then began to lead Daemon towards the bathrooms.
“‘Shouldn’t be too long’?” Daemon whispered in her ear once she’d closed the door behind them.
Rhaenyra giggled, feeling a little frenzied as she locked the door. Daemon moved forward, pressing her against it. He towered over her; she had to tip her head up to look him in the eye. His eyes flickered between hers like he was looking for something, like he was figuring something out.
“Aōho laeho lēdēs,” he said, voice low and rumbling. Close your eyes.
Rhaenyra did so, feeling her body relax. Out there had been an act, a game, but High Valyrian meant that this was secret, just for them.
His lips were soft against hers, comforting but gently insistent. His hands gripped her hips, pressing her back against the door. She ran her hands his arms to his shoulders. Her fingers touched his neck and jaw cautiously, exploratorily.
He began to kiss her more demandingly. “Aōho reglo drāmmā,” he murmured against her mouth between kisses – open your mouth – and she immediately parted her lips for him. His tongue slipped into her mouth.
Ēngos, her mind supplied. Tongue. She tasted the sweetness of the bourbon on it. Ēngo Daemo dōno issa. Daemon’s tongue is sweet.
Daemon kissed her like he wanted to consume her. Ipradagon.
His hand moved down her thigh, bunching up her skirt. He pressed between her legs, and she gasped into his mouth.
He touched her like he wanted to possess her. Emagon.
For her to belong to him. Sytilībagon. But she did. She already did.
Yne sytilībā. I belong to you. She almost said it out loud when he pulled away, leaving her mouth empty of him.
But he kept this hand pressed against those sensitive nerves. He looked down at her territorially, watching her shudder when he moved his fingers slightly. She felt immobilized under his touch, unable to even grind down on him.
When Daemon pulled his hand away, she let out a small whimper, legs trembling. She reached out for him as she felt her knees give way, but instead of holding her up, he gently guided her down until she knelt on the tiled floor.
Still she looked up at him and his hand came gently to the side of her face, thumb stroking along her jaw. When the words came, they were unsurprising. Inevitable.
“Aōho laeho lēdēs se reglo drāmmā.” Close your eyes and open your mouth.
Her eyelids grew heavy, and she closed them. Her lips parted for him once more, the taste of his bourbon still on her tongue.
“Sȳres riñus,” he said, voice low. Good girl.
She felt his thumb move across her cheek and slip into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and heard Daemon sigh in satisfaction. She circled her tongue around it. His other hand stroked her hair, tucking it behind her ear as he gently pulled his thumb out of her mouth and then pressed it back in.
“Yne jurnēs,” he said quietly. Look at me.
Rhaenyra’s eyelids were still heavy, but she managed to open them. She looked up at him, at how he looked down at her. It felt right, the height difference. Familiar.
He continued pulling and pressing his thumb between her lips, eyes watching her face intently. When he pulled it out fully, he looked at her expectantly.
She still felt oddly hazy, but the word came out clear. “Tāenis.” Finger.
“Sȳres riñus,” Daemon said. Good girl.
He made no move to help her up, so she made no move to stand. She just knelt there at his feet, looking up at him.
Daemon took a deep breath, then nodded. “You’d better clean yourself up,” he said, stepping around her toward the door. “I’ll have Jasper pull the car around.”
The lock clicked. The door opened, letting the sounds of the club in, then closed, muffling it again.
And Rhaenyra still knelt on the floor. Her shoulders slumped a little. She felt exhausted. She blinked a few times and shook herself. Then she slowly got to her feet, feeling wobbly.
She looked in the mirror. Daemon was right, she looked like a mess. Lipstick was smeared from her nose to her chin. Her hair was a disaster.
She did what she could with damp paper towels. She combed her fingers through her hair a few times until she looked presentable. Before she stepped out of the bathroom again, she remembered: the tabloids. The game.
So she mussed up her hair in a sexily messy way, and then left the bathroom. More than a few heads turned to look at her and then turned back to say something to the person beside them. She smirked, then winked at the bartender as she strode out the door.
The car was out front, but when Rhaenyra got inside, there was only Jasper in the driver’s seat.
“Where’s Daemon?” she asked.
“He said he had something to deal with and that he’d take a taxi there,” Jasper said. “And that you didn’t need to wait for him.”
“Oh.” Rhaenyra sat back against the leather seat. “Right.” She swallowed. “Take me home then.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jasper said.
Rhaenyra stared out the window as the night’s events turned strangely dreamlike in her head. Part of her questioned if they had even happened, except that she still tasted the bourbon Daemon had drunk. She sort of knew she should be confused or upset at his leaving, but found herself strangely okay with it.
Halfway home her phone buzzed with a text from Daemon.
Sorry, something came up. Dinner tomorrow?
Sounds good! She messaged back.
When Jasper pulled up to the house, Rhaenyra noticed a light on in the garden shed.
The door of the shed was open, spilling warm light out over the grass. She had already taken off her shoes in the car, so she was barefoot, heels dangling from her fingers. She walked over the damp grass and stepped onto the cold concrete floor of the shed. Harwin sat astride on a bench, sharpening a pair of pruning shears with a file.
“Hello, handsome,” Rhaenyra said, coming up behind him.
Harwin didn’t look up from his work. “That’s my name,” he said, and Rhaenyra could hear the smile in his voice.
“Don’t wear it out?” she asked, coming around to sit on the bench in front of him.
“Oh, I don’t mind.” He put the tools down on the bench. “So, you had a good night then?” he asked, noting her appearance.
She shrugged, pulling her feet up so she sat cross-legged in front of him, dropping her shoes on the ground. “It was alright.”
“Will I be reading about it?” he asked.
She snorted. “Probably.”
“It’s a weird hobby you have.”
“What?”
“Orchestrating scandal.”
“I’m afraid it’s one of the few things I’m really good at.”
“You know, if you wanted to try something a little less…”
“Destructive?”
“Unconventional,” he said. “I’d be more than happy to teach you.” He gestured at the shelves of flowerpots and gardening tools around them.
Rhaenyra leaned in closer to him. “I’ll bet there are loads of things you could teach me,” she said suggestively.
“In that department, I highly doubt it.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” she asked curiously.
“No,” he said simply, and she believed him.
“Well, then, I guess I could teach you some things.” She leaned in closer, tipping her head up as her lips neared his.
“Rhaenyra,” he said quietly, and she stopped and looked up at him. “It’s late.”
Rhaenyra sat back. “Y’know, if you weren’t so goddamn nice about it, I’d start to get a little offended every time you brush me off like that,” she said.
He just nodded, then stood and began to put the tools away.
“Is it cause I was with another guy earlier?” she asked, getting up and following him.
“No,” he said, hanging the pruning shears next to the others.
“Is it cause the guy might’ve been my uncle?” she asked, stepping in front of him when he turned, unsure why she was even saying it. She supposed she just kind of wanted to see how he’d react.
He looked down at her. “No,” he said again.
That made her pause. “What, it doesn’t even bother you?”
“It’s none of my business,” he said.
She tilted her head. “Really?”
“Really,” he said. “I’d like to think I know you well enough to know that you can take care of yourself.”
She stared at him. “You don’t think it’s weird.”
He shrugged. “I mean, it’s a little weird, but so is a lot of stuff that isn’t my business.”
She was kind of stumped, unsure if she wanted to keep talking, or maybe try to kiss him again.
“Go to bed, Rhaenyra,” he said gently, as though he could tell what she was thinking. “You look tired.”
Rhaenyra made an exaggeratedly offended sound. “Tired? Oh, Harwin, you should know better than to tell a woman she looks tired.”
Harwin smiled, shepherding her to the door, picking up her shoes and handing them to her along the way. He led her across the grass towards the house.
“Kiss goodnight?” Rhaenyra asked at the door, only half-serious.
He pulled the door open and gently pushed her inside. “Sleep well,” he said, then closed the door behind her.
Rhaenyra felt like a teenager again as she crept through the kitchen, down the hallway, and up the stairs. She was almost at her room when she heard footsteps behind her.
“Rhaenyra?” Alicent asked.
Rhaenyra turned around. Alicent was in her pajamas and a robe, a paperback in her hand.
“You’re back earlier than usual,” she said.
“The club was kinda… boring tonight,” Rhaenyra said with a shrug.
“I thought you were going out with Daemon tonight.”
“He, uh… something came up.”
Alicent nodded, then stepped closer. “Are you alright, Rhaenyra?”
Rhaenyra felt a lump travel up from her gut to lodge in her throat. Her chest heaved and she didn’t know why.
Alicent rushed towards her, dropping the book and grabbing her hands. “What happened?” she asked insistently.
“Nothing,” Rhaenyra said quickly.
Alicent sighed. “Oh, I knew letting Daemon back here was a bad idea. I told Viserys that–” She shook her head. “What did he do? What did Daemon do to you?”
“Nothing,” Rhaenyra insisted, pulling her hands out of Alicent’s grip. “The club was lame, he had to leave on some business thing, and it just kinda sucked.”
When Alicent looked like she didn’t believe her, Rhaenyra snapped, “What have you got against–” She exhaled sharply. “I’m too tired for this. Whatever. I’m going to bed.” She pushed past Alicent into her room and closed the door firmly behind her.
Rhaenyra sank to the floor, back against the door. She didn’t feel upset. Just kind of… lost. Incomplete.
And it was so frustrating because nothing had even happened. Sure, they’d danced and kissed but it was all a game, for the tabloids. It was fun.
It had been fun.
And sure, it was a bit weird; he was her uncle. But nothing had happened. And even if it had, she happened to know that that was not illegal in the state of Illinois. So.
She sighed, swiping her hands over her face even though it was completely dry. She stood and stripped off her clothes, leaving them on the floor to be cleaned up later.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, not wearing anything except for the necklace that Daemon had given her years ago. Her hand moved up to touch it automatically.
Daemon would apologise tomorrow, at dinner. And then everything would go back to the way it was.
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Argyle passed the twins test in being Jonathan’s best friend because he’s just as much of a guard dog as they are. He just very rarely snaps, but he can and has proven it. His goofy smile can easily turn into a threatening smile. Jonathan is unaware how many times he’s come close to hitting someone for his bro.
If he ever met Lonnie, what is stopping him from grabbing a metal bat and chasing the asshole? (The answer is Jonathan out of concern for his friend. The twins and Nancy are actively ready to help)
Why do I love this so much?
No because Will is definitely on the fence about Argyle. He's never really had to share his brother (outside of his relationship with Nancy) so it's an adjustment to see Jonathan with someone else all of the time. And he's not sure how he feels about Argyle. El is right there with him because neither of them want to see Jonathan get hurt.
Within the first few weeks of school, Jonathan's car breaks down. Argyle offers to drive them to school instead and Jonathan accepts, bringing Will and El with him. Will immediately notices how relaxed Jonathan is around the guy, but doesn't say anything. It's not that he doesn't like Argyle, he's a nice guy, but he needs to be sure. The twins decide that Argyle needs to pass their test, whatever that means because they don't have anything planned necessarily, but they'll come up with something. Then and only then will they be able to accept him.
But one day at lunch, Jonathan is with Will and El when the twins hear someone talking about Jonathan. While their older brother is oblivious, apparently some girl is upset that Jonathan rejected her because he has a girlfriend, and the girl's brother was pissed about it. Will turns around, going to defend his brother, when Argyle shoulder-checks the dude talking shit and then tells him he's not going to do anything to Jonathan. Once again, Jonathan is oblivious to what's going on as he just pays for his and his siblings' lunches and then, without looking back, gently nudges El's arm to let her know he's done. Will keeps an eye on Argyle who tells the guy if he has a problem with Jonathan, he has a problem with him.
The other guy ends up walking away and Argyle looks over at Will, realizing he witnessed the whole thing. But he gives him his normal smile and then guides him away from the scene. Argyle passed the test immediately.
Argyle is the first one to defend the Byers at the school. If you mess with Will and El with Jonathan around, he's going to go off and fight for his siblings, but he never stands up for himself and it drives his brother, sister, and best friend insane. When someone gets a little too mouthy, Will notices how willing Argyle is to throw hands with someone. He always has Jonathan's back and that's what gets Will to trust him.
Argyle took them to Hawkins, risking everything he had, for them. He ended up staying in Hawkins after he explained to Joyce he probably wouldn't be welcomed back home anyway, and no one's really waiting for him there. Argyle has a spot in the Byers place, and he's loved by them so much. Even Hopper warms up to the kid.
Argyle is Jonathan's biggest advocate. When Lonnie does show up, Argyle immediately goes for the bat because he's heard everything (you confess a lot in a good smoke session). And he's pissed. Lonnie goes after Will and Jonathan, who of course pushes his brother out of harm's way, only for Argyle to be the first one to actually put his hands on Lonnie. He shoves him away from the Byers brothers and goes off, calling him a worthless father that never deserved Will, Jonathan or Joyce because how could you let a family like that go? And Jonathan's stunned. Argyle has been close to decking people on occasion for Jonathan's sake, but Jonathan had never been aware of what was going on. He didn't realize how protective Argyle was of him until he witnessed this.
Meanwhile Will is grabbing his arm and pulling him away, too. Will's more scared for Jonathan's safety than he is his own because his father always hit Jonathan first. And he's not letting that happen again. No one was hitting Jonathan ever again. After the Vecna situation, no one, absolutely no one, was taking him from his family again either. Will maintains a strong grip on his brother and stops Jonathan from calming Argyle down. Meanwhile El and Nancy are running outside because they heard the commotion and Nancy sees Lonnie too close to Will and Jonathan and she goes ballistic. El is confused at first but then realizes that this must be Jonathan and Will's biological father (a sore subject for both the boys and there were no pictures of him anywhere). She flicks her head and throws Lonnie against a tree. Nancy gets to the boys and asks if Lonnie did anything to them, but no, they're okay.
Argyle reaches for the metal bat just in time for Jonathan to grab his arm and push him back. He tells him how Lonnie isn't worth it, but Argyle disagrees because "he hurt you, Jonathan, he hurt both of you. And your mom." But Jonathan still stops him because he doesn't want his friend to bash his dad's brains open, and El probably did enough damage with that throw.
Jonathan is so used to being the protector, too, that he doesn't know how to handle the fact he's so protected now. Nancy is threatening his dad and he has to grab her by her waist and pull her into him, while still restraining Argyle, and telling Will and El to leave it alone. His brother is the angriest one out of them all, and Jonathan ends up having to grab him, too, after Lonnie threatens Jonathan. Will screams that Lonnie will never hurt Jonathan again. When Jonathan grabs him, Will flinches and then relaxes, but tells Jonathan that no one is hurting him again and Jonathan realizes just how upset Will is, but holds him anyway.
Hopper shows up to Lonnie on his front lawn and all hell breaks loose.
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Dear Mother
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Agnes’ Notebook Entry #152
Dear Mother,
Today, I’m writing at the bottom of the ocean! I would never have guessed Shiori was from somewhere so wondrous...or that she’d be so good with magicks! Turns out she has her very own familiar, big enough to ferry all three of us safely to her home. In truth, I was very scared of him at first, being a big snake and all...but he was very gentle and friendly. As expected of Shiori, I suppose.
And speaking of friendly! The reason of our visit! We met Shiori’s mother. She was so excited to meet us, it was almost overwhelming! Apparently, Shiori’s been writing to her almost daily about us...It’s a little embarassing to think just how much she’s told her...
That’s why I-
“Agnes, was it?”
“Y-yes?!” She jumped and slammed her notebook shut. Shiori’s mother had managed to approach her completely undetected.
“Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she laughed. “My daughter did warn me that you were...skittish.”
“C-can I, um...help you with something, ma’am?”
“Well,” she sat next to Agnes. “While Shiori is busy showing her new sister around, I thought I’d get to know you better. And please, just call me Manami.”
“I...see,” Agnes nervously fiddled with her pencil. “I don’t really know what to say, I’m sure Shiori has told you a lot already. I’m not...complex.”
“She did mention that, yes...”
The two sat in silence, Manami occasionally eyeing Agnes expectantly. After a while, Agnes mustered the nerve to break the silence.
“Listen, I...I’m not really good at...talking. To people. S-sorry, ma’am...”
”Oh, don’t worry. I get it. Would it be easier if I ask things?”
“...Yeah, actually.”
“Wonderful!” She put her hands together and smiled. “I trust you to be honest, of course, so tell me...What exactly is my daughter to you?”
“I’m...not sure what you mean...?”
“Are you...involved?”
“...Oh!” Agnes blushed a little and shook her head. “No, no, we are just...friends. I mean, she’s very nice and atrractive-”
“Relax, relax,” she laughed heartily. “I was only teasing. Well, mostly. You seem like a nice girl, I wouldn’t mind if you were...interested, in her.”
“Oh...” Agnes sighed with relief. Much like her daughter, Manami seemed to have the same penchant for joking around.
“So, the other girl...Otoha.” A mischievous smile spread across her face. “She’s the one you like, then?”
“Wha-!? That is...” Agnes’ face went red and she sheepishly hid behind her notebook. “...How’d you know...?”
“Mm, I saw you looking at her. It was exactly how my girlfriend looked at me before we first talked.”
“...Y-you have a girlfriend? Then, Shiori...?”
“Adopted? Oh, no, her father, he...he’s no longer with us. He always told me I should move on if he ever...well. That’s a long time ago now.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Agnes looked at her notebook and ran her fingers over the cover. “I wouldn’t have guessed from her bubbly nature that we carried a similar weight.”
“Shiori was very young. I doubt she remembers...”
Once again, the pair was left in an awkward silence. This time, it was Manami who broke it as she nudged Agnes with her elbow.
“So,” she had a big smile on her face once more. “What do you like about her? Otoha.”
“...I mean,” Agnes mumbled and hugged her legs. “We only met so recently...We can barely communicate, and I have no idea how she feels about me...All I can think about is, if it’s even appropriate to feel this way about her.”
“Hmm,” Manami thought for a moment. “Does she make your heart flutter?”
“...Yeah. I mean, more than other people. And it’s different.”
“Do you stay up at night thinking about her?”
“...Some...” Agnes buried her face deeper against her knees. “S-sometimes...”
“And does she...” Manami leaned closer and whispered. “...you know, does she make you...horny.”
“MA’AM?!”
“Ahaha, that was too much, wasn’t it? Sorry, sorry!”
“...yes, though,” Agnes answered quietly from behind her notebook again. “She’s...so beautiful.”
“...Then,” Manami gently put her hand on Agnes’ shoulder. “It’s at least worth it to talk to her. Give it a try someday, hm?”
“...Thank you. Manami.”
“It’s getting a bit late, isn’t it..? I should go find those errant daughters, we need to have something to eat,” Manami stood up and looked around for Shiori and Otoha. She spotted them not too far off and turned back to Agnes before heading towards them. “I’ll keep our little talk between us, of course. Just promise to talk to Otoha, yes?”
“...Yeah. I will.”
...
Once Manami was gone, she opened her notebook and began writing again.
Agnes’ Notebook Entry #153
Dear Mother,
There’s someone I like. I’m going to tell her soon.
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