#gladis x reader

[saintrocklee]

*:･ﾟ✧ RESTRAINT ╰┈➤ part 01 of 05

masterlist | pairing: itachi x reader publish date: 03.28.24 warnings: itachi is annoying and reader is exasperated. you deserve a raise.

“Do you have any plans Saturday evening?”

The speed in which your head comes out from under your desk is record breaking. You'd been working in comfortable silence for over an hour and the sudden noise is startling. Reorganizing your workspace meant going through old files which led to you awkwardly retrieving some that had ended up on the floor — so you couldn't be certain that your boss was speaking to you. Surely there was a client in his office that somehow got past you, regardless of how late in the workday it was. Or maybe he was dealing with an unscheduled phone call. Or maybe the tightly wound man had finally cracked and was talking to himself.

Or maybe something came up and you'd both be sacrificing yet another weekend scrambling to get contracts fulfilled and signatures on the dotted line. The thought fills you with dread and you once again think about how unfortunate you were to be salaried.

You crane your neck to look into your boss' office and can't help but crinkle your forehead in confusion when you're met with an amused look. Both of the large glass doors to the space were propped open today and your employer was currently watching you with a slight curl to his lips. There was a file in his hands he'd no doubt been reading, partially obscuring the way his shirt had become un-tucked and wrinkled. His suit jacket was long gone and his sleeves were rolled up, making you wonder where exactly his cuff links were. He'd been wearing a rather expensive pair you bought for his birthday last year and if they were just sitting out getting scratched up by his glass desk you might strangle him with the tie that was loose around his neck. Which you also conveniently bought for him. Strands of dark hair were starting to come loose from the low ponytail he always wore, falling almost elegantly around his face.

It was completely unfair how effortlessly handsome Itachi Uchiha was. You'd almost be bold enough to call him pretty.

There's a pregnant, almost awkward pause as you continue to furrow your brow

“I’m not sure, I’ll have to check.”

You’re greeted with silence and a perfectly arched brow, him obviously wanting you to check now, and abandon your efforts of reorganization to stand and grab your phone. You're honestly dying to ask why he wanted to know but you’ll only be met with a bored look instead of an answer. Rolling your eyes to yourself while checking your calendar, you miss the way Itachi's mouth curls at your obvious annoyance with him.

A quick flip through your work and personal calendar confirm that you were completely free on Saturday. A rare occurrence.

Something told you that he already knew that.

“I’m free, why? Did Kakuzu finally get back to you?” You toss the words over your shoulder, snorting at the ridiculous email you’d just been sent by a newer business partner. They wanted what felt like twenty four hour access and at the level they were at, they might receive a quarterly sit down. You type out a professional and very sweet no to their request for a last minute meeting before turning and walking into Itachi’s office, flicking through the slew of emails you received since last checking.

Stopping right as you reach his desk, you glance down and immediately notice an extremely fancy envelope. It was thick and gold and shiny and very out of place in the otherwise grayscale office. You'd once said the space felt drained and lifeless, to which Itachi had responded with a comment that sounded like less distractions before handing you a heavy pile of client needs. The evil glint in his eye had been more than enough to warrant a barbed comeback of some sort but you'd rewarded him with a nod and a too-wide smile, already plotting petty revenge.

That entire following week you made sure to only use neon-colored post it notes you borrowed from the new girl downstairs to communicate with him; sticking them all over his computer, desk, and even his door. He never commented on it but you'd caught him glaring at a few neon pink post its and would sometimes hear the paper shredder working overtime.

To this day you still occasionally left him a colorful note when you thought he needed cheering up. Or when you felt like being obnoxious.

Itachi inclines his head toward the gaudy thing while barely looking away from the file in his hands, clearly not going to explain it or himself. Your lips curl to show your annoyance and you pick it up, noting how heavy it was. Further investigation shows that it was already opened and you pull out the glossy paper, eyes widening marginally.

It’s an invitation.

To a gala.

“Itachi ... what is this?” you ask, flipping it over. The date was scrawled on the back in elegant cursive, as well as the location and other impertinent details. Itachi's name is at the bottom, along with room for a plus one, and you blink when you recognize the logo stamped at the bottom.

It was an annual fundraising event frequented by artists, actors, CEOs, musicians — pretty much everyone rich and important that you could think of. This event could be described as the gathering of the year and it was something your boss routinely skipped. You’re almost positive you’ve already emailed the event coordinator to mark Itachi down as a no with some excuse you made up to keep up appearances. He hated events like these and pretty much had you automatically declining any and all invitations extended to him.

You lift your head back up and deadpan at the look he’s giving you. There's the barest hint of a smile on his face and his eyes betray the amusement he's feeling towards your apparent confusion. Itachi didn’t speak unless absolutely necessary which left you to interpret all of his subtle looks and the annoying twinkle in his eye spoke volumes.

It’s obviously for you his perfectly sculpted brow communicates and this time you make sure he sees you roll your eyes.

“You want me to go?”

His lips twitch as he hums, confirming your suspicions, and you blink.

“Are you going?” You question, frowning and tracing your fingers over the delicate raised writing. He made a sizeable donation every year — maybe there were expectations of an in person appearance now.

That still didn't explain your part in all of it.

Itachi’s eyes dance as he speaks, closing the file in his hands and turning his full attention to you.

“Yes. Your attendance is not required, but it is customary to bring a date to these sort of things.”

A breathless laugh escapes you.

“A date.” You repeat, falling back into one of the chairs that faced his desk, finally relaxing when you realized he wouldn't send you to the wolves alone. His amused look quickly morphs into the stereotypical Uchiha deadpan and you feel yourself smile, gearing up to tease him.

As attractive and charming and successful as your employer was, the assumption would be that he’d have no problem finding a woman to hang on his arm, especially for the social event of the year. The only issue was that Itachi was terrible with women. From what you could discern from your position it wasn't from lack of experience, you’re sure he could charm anyone with just a curl of his lips and a warm look, but simply because he despised most people he came into contact with. You’d never seen him date or even welcome advances from other women and now …

Now he was forced to ask his glorified receptionist to attend a glorified ball with him. Because who else would he ask? Who else did the impassive, monosyllabic man in front of you know?

It’s honestly funny. You snort and try to cover it up by clearing your throat.

“You’re having trouble ... finding a date.”

Legendary Uchiha eyes narrow at you in obvious displeasure and you hide your widening grin behind your hand.

“I’m sure there's a list of eligible women I can call to escort you.” You tease, knowing that if your boss was anyone else he’d roll his eyes at you.

Your offer wasn't a fabricated one though. Working this closely with the Itachi Uchiha over the years gave you connections you wouldn’t normally have and there were plenty of models and artists, even a couple of actresses, that you could call. No doubt they would immediately say yes at the chance to be escorted by him. You're already making a mental list when Itachi cuts off your train of thought with three words.

"I prefer you.”

The laughter in your belly fizzles out as you gawk at him. Surely you didn’t hear that right. You wait for him to take it back but Itachi doesn’t move. So, you sort of … freeze.

He said it so casually. Like it was obvious. There was a finality to it that left absolutely no room for discussion. He sounded like he meant it.

A curious ringing starts to buzz in your ears as you swallow dryly in surprise. You can only blink and scramble for any kind of response while your chest stutters in muted confusion.

This was dangerous.

Bottomless black eyes hold yours with an intensity you’re not used to receiving, keeping you pinned to your seat. The message there is clear. You weren’t a last minute choice, you were the choice.

You’re not quite sure what to do with that information.

“Be ready by eight o’clock.” He says in response to your stunned silence, face softening and eyes starting to once again sparkle with amusement. It’s rare, that he’s able to stun you like this, and your jaw ticks.

This was very dangerous.

"I didn't even say I was going."

The office plunges into tense silence and a part of you is already scolding yourself for not just accepting the damn invite and moving on. There's something unspoken hanging between you two now and a line you've tried very hard not to think about begins to materialize in front of you. It's a line you've seen before and every time it appears you seem just a little bit closer to it. This time it feels magnetic but you remain stubborn and ignore the pull entirely. The other part of you, the prouder part that enjoys hiding Itachi's tie clips whenever he forgot to tell you about meetings, the part that is typically infuriated with the man in front of you, wants you to dig your heels in. If he wanted something, he could ask. Until then you would stay where you were and continue on, business as usual.

Safer. This was safer.

Only now the silence was going from tense to uncomfortable. You could refuse him — this wasn't something for work. This was, at its core, a social gathering that for some reason Itachi felt compelled to go to this year.

With you.

As his date.

Not as his office manager. Not as his scheduler. Not as his secretary. Not as his assistant.

His date.

There were implications that went along with it that you were trying extremely hard to ignore. You weren’t like the other women in the office with superficial crushes. You wouldn’t go there. You couldn’t go there.

But he was asking.

This shouldn’t be causing you so much stress. Work was work and when something showed up on your schedule, you went. When conferences and mergers came up, you went.

But this was something else entirely.

And he was asking.

The proud part of you finally wilts and you look away with a long suffering sigh.

"Fine."

You're rewarded with a snort and when you snap your head back Itachi is already back to reading the file in his hands, signaling that this conversation was over. You're half tempted to throw the invitation, gaudy envelope included for maximum impact, at his head but instead stand to go put it in your purse.

Itachi glances up when he's sure your back is fully turned to watch you leave his office. You’d worn a pair of slacks that were climbing to the top of his list of favorites and admires the view you offer while mulling over what had just transpired. You'd given in almost too easily and his pulse jumps at the implication. He expected you to ask for something in return, to tease and poke at him, maybe even flat out refuse — and you exceeded his expectations by accepting rather quickly.

Charming, he thinks to himself as you go back to painstakingly reorganizing your desk. The way your mouth had parted and your pupils had blown when he'd told you why he chose you to attend this godforsaken gala with him had been charming. Endearing. Teeth achingly adorable. He savored moments like those, moments where he could bully past the professional and sarcastic buffer you put up. As much as Itachi enjoyed the banter you both had developed over the years, there was something infinitely more satisfying about the raw moments shared between you two. He knows he's gearing up to cross a line that wasn't meant to be crossed between a superior and their employee but he finds himself selfishly wanting more. He's almost certain you feel the same.

Almost.

Regardless, doing nothing had proven to be useless. You two had become close over the years and he could no longer deny his feelings for you. He couldn't smother the burn in his chest whenever you got too close to whisper something in his ear or slid him a ridiculous note during a presentation. Itachi couldn't fight off the weightless feeling that came with you falling asleep on his shoulder at the airport while waiting for the red-eye. He couldn't stop himself from brushing against you as you walked to lunch, couldn't help but pin his partners with a look when they paid a little too much attention to you, couldn't restrain himself from purposefully getting on your nerves so you'd roll your pretty eyes at him or reward him with a exasperated lecture. Time and time again Itachi found himself helplessly being pulled into your orbit and selfishly wants you to feel as he does. To burn like he does.

Distantly Itachi can hear Kisame calling him a spoiled brat and can't help but curl his lips. In regards to you and you alone, Itachi would begrudgingly agree with his best friend's assessment.

You spoiled him with your time, your hard work, your attention. The sweets you kept in your desk for him, the way you juggled his life almost effortlessly, the way you made sure to have his favorite tea stocked at all times. The way your eyes would sparkle when you'd use glitter pens to write in his personal planner, the way you always anticipated his needs, the way you were always there for him.

Itachi owes you a great deal, personal feelings aside, and this weekend would be the first of many occasions he plans to repay you.

All you needed to do was keep saying yes. He's almost certain you will.

Once you fully agreed, once you knew the extent of his feelings for you and accepted them, once you finally let the barrier come down and crossed the line with him, Itachi's restraint would give out and he would give in to everything he's felt from the moment he realized you were more than just another nameless employee at his company.

You just needed to keep saying yes.

#we’re back gladies and lentleman #for you old-timers the next chapter is a revamped repeat as well #but part three is brand new #for you new youngesters — welcome and hello! #itachi x reader #itachi x you #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha x you #itachi fanfiction #itachi fanfic

[sinfulwrites]

Could u mabe do a nsfw alphabet for asa bc i love my beautiful bug babygirl🙏🙏🙏🙏 +i love ur writing oml

Hello there anon! Thank you so much!!

While my requests are closed, I simply can't say no to a bug man request. I love and value all my fellow Asa enjoyers.

Here you are! I hope you enjoy it!

Asa Emory NSFW alphabet

 A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You won’t be wrapped up in his arms after Asa has finished with you, at most he will lay beside you and allow you to nestle into him. That’s the nicest he can be.

After sex, Asa likes to go over all the marks he left on your skin. Any irritation on your ass or thighs from the spankings, the red bumpy skin along your neck and shoulders from his bites, the scratch marks down your back and legs from his nails. He will run his fingers along them and press into any that make you flinch. 

He will not help you bathe, he will instead order you to. Even if your legs haven’t gotten strength back, he will pull you to your feet and make you go into the bathroom and clean up. All while he watches you.

If he has done enough damage to cause bleeding, he will disinfect the area and bandage it after you have cleaned up. He wants you to scar, not run around with infections. 

You will be locked back up in your trunk afterwards. If you were good enough to earn a bed outside of the trunk, you will be chained to one of the bed posts. Good luck earning such a luxury.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

To Asa, the human body has a lot to love. He is a shameless pervert for boobs, but he also is keen on legs. He is a penis enthusiast, and any man with broad shoulders and muscle can get him going. But when it boils down to it, no matter who you are, you have something he likes. Why do you think he chose you?

Now, on himself, Asa has nothing he could say he liked. Sure, he has strong arms and legs, he has a rather nice ass, some have said he has a nice chest. It's nothing he would write home about.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

In the heat of the moment, he will always cum inside.

If he wants to degrade you, he will cum on your face, or on your back. 

If he's feeling especially mean, he will cum in your clothes and make you wear them for the rest of the day. Don't try and change, it'll only make him do it again, and this time with more consequences. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When he was younger, Asa would frequent sex bars. This is where he found his love for BDSM. If anyone were to find this out, they'd quickly be dealt with. Asa doesn't need people spreading the word of how slutty he was in his youth.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You couldn't find someone more experienced in sex than Asa Emory. 

In terms of BDSM, he was practically a master. He knows how to bend someone to his whim without even trying. He knew how to hurt someone enough to make them beg for more. He knew how to make someone throw away their morals and self respect just so he could step on them even more. 

With a long history of sex partners, it's no surprise he is so experienced. If any of his students or colleagues heard about this, they probably wouldn't believe it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As a bondage fiend, any position where you’re bound underneath him is his favorite. 

Being hooked up to a sex swing is also a big favorite.

Without any ropes or cuffs, his next go to is doggy style.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Asa is the poster child for the word buzz kill. No laughing or fooling around here.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Asa is rather hairy under all of his clothes. Arm hair, chest hair, a lovely treasure trail, and of course he is hairy in the pubic area. While this is the case, he maintains his hair, often trimming it up before it gets out of hand. Like a trimmed hedge.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Every so often, when the mood strikes him right, Asa will jerk off. Most of the time, though, when he is horny he prefers to indulge with another person. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM, and to the extreme. Gags, ropes, chains, clamps, blindfolds, whips, you name it. He has it.

Dom/Sub dynamics are also high on his list. He, being the dom of course.

While he carries himself as a composed, respectable man, he is a shameless voyeur at heart. He tends to lick his lips as he watches. 

If you’re on your period, expect him to be between your legs for most of its duration. Your blood will be a mock face paint for him. 

Asa has a marking kink, and while you won’t be seen by the general public, he likes to remind you who owns you with a bite on the neck. It will bleed.

Asa has a preference for anal. 

Overstimulation is also a big one. He likes to make you beg for him to stop touching you after you’ve had multiple orgasms in a row. The answer is no.

On the opposite spectrum, he also loves to edge you. Make you beg for release. Whichever mood he’s in that day, it’s still pure sexual torture.

Spanking. The more marks on your ass and thighs, the better.

Choking. His hands always seem to find their way around your neck to give it a squeeze. Most times it threatens to be too tight. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Asa prefers to keep his sex contained to his specific space in either his home or his hotel. These spaces are typically decked out to the max with his toys and restraints. He doesn’t like to be far from them.

Every now and then, though, the couch will do. He’s got restraints hidden under it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you are sassing Asa, or simply giving him a hard time, it fuels his motivation to put you in your place.

If you’re on your period, he is like a feral dog chasing a bitch in heat. It’s the most sexually active you’ll ever see him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don’t call him master. Call him sir.

His line is at scat. 

He would prefer it if you did not puke on him. If you do though, it’s not the end of the world. But it’s certainly the end of sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

With Asa, you’re the one giving. Your place is on your knees between his legs, and he will make sure to remind you if you forget.

When you're giving Asa head, be prepared for him to grab your head and fuck your throat. It's his favorite.

He will eat you out on your period, though. It’s like a reward.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and drawn out. Sex is not a one and done event with Asa, you will be with him for hours at a time without a moment to rest. Only after he is finished will you get the chance to catch your breath. 

By the time you are done, you will be sore and will be covered in bruises. Don’t forget the bite marks.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies with Asa are very rare, if not nonexistent. As stated, he prefers long, drawn out sessions. One orgasm isn’t enough for him. 

If you’re not his captive, and the mood strikes him, he may drag you into a quickie. It may still be an hour long, though. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Asa loves to push limits and see how far he can take it with you. 

As long as the risk doesn’t include outing himself to the public, he would be willing to take it. 

With all the toys he has and the filthy thoughts in his head, you will be his sex guinea pig, so to speak.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His personal record is five orgasms in one day. 

In terms of endurance, Asa has trained himself well not to cum prematurely, he can practically cum on command. Rest assured, you will have cum multiple times before he has once.

Let that be a gauge of how long sex lasts.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Asa practically owns a sex shop with the amount of toys he has.

Dildos, vibrators, anal toys, BDSM gear, even down to things he has made himself, he has it. And he is not afraid to use them. He will use them.

Asa is not shy to use toys on himself, but that is usually when he is on his own. Now and then, he may use a cock ring on himself with you. Just because he enjoys it. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s borderline torture with how much teasing he will do to you. You will be sobbing and begging before he finally gives you relief; if you’re lucky.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is less of a moaner, and more of a talker. Talking down to you while he fucks you is his go to.

“Look at you taking my cock so easily. Slut.”

“You didn’t even try to stop me. Disgusting.”

While he doesn’t moan, he will growl. Especially when he cums, but also if you do something to disappoint him. If you hear it, you’re in trouble. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is a man with two jobs; an entomology professor and an exterminator. 

While his extermination job is purely to scope out new victims, it is nonetheless, a job.

While this could lead one to think he is well off, he typically blows all his money on his hoarding- I mean, collecting. 

With his night hobby at the hotel, along with a busy day schedule, he typically forgets to eat and sleep. You’d never know it by looking at him, though. 

Asa hand makes all of his traps, leading one to the conclusion that he is experienced with welding and iron work, along with carpentry and electrical work. He is very handy.

He has a long list of talents one wouldn’t expect. You didn’t think he could knit, could you? Think again. 

This man suffers from several mental illnesses. The trauma of his childhood certainly haunts him and keeps him awake. His horrible insomnia also doesn’t help his mood. 

Thanksgiving is a very bad time for him. You will not be able to find him. Don’t even ask about his plans to celebrate; there are none. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Asa is pretty average when it comes to length, coming to 6 inches. Though he is slightly thicker than the average size. Don’t worry though, he knows exactly how to use it.

Asa is also circumcised. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While Asa is a sex fiend, it’s typically only on his own terms. His libido is quite low, meaning you will probably only get it from him now and then. Unless the mood strikes. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Asa is never one to fall asleep after sex unless he was truly that tired beforehand. 

You’d never know the answer though, as you’re usually locked back in your trunk after he is done. 

If you’re not a captive, you’re sent on your way once you’re cleaned up. Or he leaves if he is at your place. 

Having two day jobs along with a long night hobby, his sleep schedule is already all over the place as it is. Who knows when he actually fits in time to sleep.

#slasher x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector #HHHNG I love this man #I don't care that he's a horrible man I want him #I'd glady be his sex toy #also beautiful bug baby girl #YES #my little meow meow #let us not forget he purrs #ugh why is he perfect #what even are red flags #I love red

[somewhat-crazy]

Jeff: Love at first sight? Tired, boring.

Jeff: Love at first assassination attempt? Spicy

#i would glady attempt to assassinate you if it meant that you knew that you were loved and important to me!! #creepypasta #creepypasta incorrect quotes #incorrect creepypasta quotes #jeffery woods #jeff the killer headcanon #creepypasta jeff the killer #jeff the killer #jeff woods #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Girl He Left Behind [Part Twelve]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 3901 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: This is a short one but it felt like the right place to cut it off <3

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‘We actually just came for the show,’ the girl said smiling sweetly at Elvis. ‘Well that’s awfully kind of ya,’ Elvis said. ‘We wouldn’t miss it!’ her friend said beaming at him, ‘we love all your records. Are you going to sing Love Me Tender tonight? That’s my favourite.’ ‘Uh I’m not too sure,’ Elvis said as he signed the picture of him the girl handed him. Addison watched from the side-lines.   They had just landed in Birmingham and whilst the Colonel and his people arranged for their rooms to be set up Elvis had been collared by some eager fans who had found out where he would be staying for the night. She was standing with Sonny, watching as he signed various items for the girls and chatted politely, and as she watched she couldn’t help but feel that this was different. She had seen his hordes of fans before but then they had been there by coincidence, they had happened upon meeting him, and now she was acutely aware of the buzz of the hotel and the fact the girls had come looking for him. For a second she thought that might be why everything between them felt different today but the longer she watched she rethought that notion. Since they had come home last night after the diner they had seemed to switch into a different mode. Maybe it was because she finally felt like there was a hope her feelings could be reciprocated. Maybe he was just feeling protective but since last night he had been more attentive. He barely left her alone and was even the one to wake her this morning talking her through what to bring with her and what to expect on show days. The long car journey they spent together and though other people were in the car with them it felt as though they were alone. He allowed her to lay her head on his lap and read her book and whenever they got out of the car he was always nearby an arm around her shoulder or his hand on the small of her back. It felt good.   Addison had been lost in her thoughts but she was pulled out of them as Red appeared and whispered something in Sonny’s ear that made him nod in response before he headed towards Elvis. As Red headed back towards the main group and the girls were informed they needed to wrap this session up, begging for a photo before that happened, Addison wandered towards the group slotting herself in between Vernon and Dodger.   ‘That’s not right,’ the Colonel said, ‘I specifically said ten rooms.’ ‘They’ve only got nine down,’ Tom said, ‘and it’s fully booked.’ ‘Well they’ll have to unbook it!’ the Colonel said, ‘I asked for ten.’ ‘That might be my fault,’ Vernon said earning a sour look from the Colonel as he explained, ‘they had bigger rooms like some of the boys are in and Addie wasn’t coming so I figured they could swap, and Mom could come in with Gladys and me.’ ‘What are we going to do?’ Gladys asked just as Elvis appeared, Sonny in tow. He slotted in behind her, so close their bodies were almost touching.   ‘What’s the hold-up? Why aren’t the rooms ready?’ Elvis asked. Addison shrunk back a little suddenly feeling quite the burden. At this point in his career, Elvis had gotten used to everything being sorted for him without him having to worry about a thing and now one trip with her included had everything on its head.   ‘We haven’t got enough rooms,’ Tom said, ‘I’ve asked them to change it but there are so many folks in town to see you they can’t make space.’ ‘Why aren’t there enough rooms in the first place?’ Elvis asked with a frown. ‘Because we have an unforeseen addition today,’ the Colonel said glancing at Addison before his eyes met Elvis’s. ‘My fault son,’ Vernon said, ‘I forgot I rejigged a couple of things.’ ‘And there’s no other room?’ Red asked. Tom shook his head. ‘There’s a couple of couches in the lobby,’ Sonny joked, ‘I’m sure they’ll be comfy right Addie?’ ‘Oh definitely,’ she said feeling a little more at ease, ‘hell I’ll sleep on someone’s floor I’m not bothered.’ ‘Yeah, is there no one she can bunk with just for one night?’ Red said watching as Tom immediately looked at his clipboard and scanned down the list.   ‘She can bunk with me,’ Elvis said earning confused looks from everyone in the circle apart from Addison who kept her back to him as silence fell. Since he had become successful Elvis had stayed true to himself. He was a very down-to-earth guy but he did have his extravagances. He liked his room to be set up to his liking. He insisted on certain things to be provided in his hotels and at shows. And he always had his own room. Alone.   ‘Are you sure EP?’ Red said, ‘I mean I’m sure Son or I could-’ ‘It’s not a big deal,’ Elvis shrugged, ‘right Addie?’ ‘Right,’ Addison said with a weak smile though the looks around the group didn’t seem any less thrown for a loop. ‘Well then, I wanna have a shower so have we got the keys?’ Elvis said. As Tom divided up the keys and informed everyone of where they’d be staying Addison turned to look at Elvis. He smiled at her making her heart thud in her chest. Then Red gestured for them to follow him which they did so with Sonny in tow. Yet as they headed up to their room Addison couldn’t help but feel the Colonel’s watchful eye on her.   When they got to the room Red did a quick sweep of it whilst Sonny carried their luggage inside for them. Once they were satisfied the pair headed next door to their room leaving Elvis and Addison alone. Elvis picked up his suitcase and threw it on the bed so he could look for something but Addison didn’t move. She stayed lingering by the door and watched him still feeling the awkwardness from before deep inside her. After not hearing anything for a moment he looked up at her puzzled.   ‘Are you gonna stand there all night?’ Elvis smirked. ‘No,’ she said rolling her eyes, ‘I was just wondering how long this is gonna last.’ ‘What?’ Elvis said confused. ‘I thought rockstars insisted on having their own room,’ she said before adding with a smirk, ‘what did you panic about me being abandoned twice in one weekend.’ ‘Funny,’ Elvis said, ‘actually I was worried you were gonna take up on Red’s offer. Now sharing a room with them is something you never need to see.’ ‘And sharing a room with you is a cakewalk?’ she giggled. Elvis smiled back feeling a warmth in his chest. It had become a regular feeling since last night. He had felt something change in them both since their trip to the diner and though he wasn’t wholly convinced they could be together just yet he had given in to his feelings a little and allowed himself to be a bit more fancy-free than before. ‘Do you wanna be left out in the cold?’ he said grabbing his toiletries out of his suitcase. ‘I don’t know. I mean with all your groupies hanging around outside I doubt I’ll be too cold after all we can huddle for warmth,’ she teased, ‘though I would have to hear them gushing about you so maybe not…’ ‘Like you wouldn’t be gushing over me,’ Elvis chuckled feeling the warmth spread deeper in his chest as he noticed her blush before she quickly recovered. ‘Nope, I’d be selling stories about you. $1 per tale,’ she said. ‘Pfft, I’m worth at least $5,’ he said.   Addison smiled and then turned away going to her suitcase which she popped on the bed by his before looking around the room, ‘Elvis?’ ‘Yeah?’ he said as he headed into the bathroom to lay out his stuff. ‘There’s only one bed,’ she said. ‘You only just noticed that?’ he said coming to lean on the doorframe to the bathroom, ‘with observational skills like that I doubt your stories will be worth 50 cents.’ ‘What are we gonna do?’ she asked watching him with concern. ‘Share?’ he said trying to sound neutral, ‘I mean if you don’t mind. If not I’ll get the boys to ask for a camp bed or something. Or I’ll go on the floor.’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she said her eyes fixed on her suitcase as she continued, ‘I just wanted to check that we’re good. I mean I’ve never been to one of these things and I don’t want to be an imposition.’ ‘Addie you’re not an imposition,’ Elvis said. She looked up and caught his eye nodding at him, ‘unless you still sleep like you did when you were a kid then we might have to have a rethink.’ ‘Aw come on I loved our sleepovers,’ she said. ‘So did I,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but there’re only so many kicks to the head a boy can take before he starts thinking it’s personal.’ ‘Well I promise to keep my feet to myself,’ she said with a smile. ‘I’ll hold you to it,’ Elvis replied before he headed into the bathroom to shower trying to ignore the excitement that grew inside him at the thought of tonight.   ✵✵✵   Elvis was nervous. As he stood backstage, listening to Scotty as he talked about the setlist once more before they went on, he couldn’t help but feel knots in his stomach. He didn’t know why. He had performed a thousand times before and it wasn’t like this night was a special one or anything. Tomorrow was a charity concert and that was the one that needed a little more attention. He wasn’t the solo performer and there would be people there who wouldn’t be there just to see him meaning he would need to bring his A-game and yet tonight he felt more nervous. This was the first time Addison would see him perform and he wanted to impress her.  Perhaps he wouldn’t feel as nervous if she had elected to come to sound check but she had chosen to stay behind with Gladys and Dodger and by the time they had wrapped up, he hadn’t even had time to go back to the hotel. Instead, they’d eaten in his dressing room and then he’d had to get changed so now he was standing at the side of the stage not knowing where she was. His mother had ducked backstage to see him but she hadn’t been in tow which Gladys informed him was so Dodger wasn’t left on her own.   ‘Ready?’ Scotty said looking at Elvis expectantly. Elvis nodded, receiving a clap on the back from his friends who headed onto the stage to get their instruments set up as the sound system connected. Whilst the band broke into the first melody he strutted onto the stage trying to ignore the nerves in his stomach. The lights were bright and hot on his face and he could barely see beyond them as he broke into his first song. He could hear the screams and shouts of the crowd egging him on as he sang but he could barely register it.   Addison was watching in awe. She hadn’t understood the hype until now. She loved his singing voice and to her, he was always her best friend before he was ‘The Elvis Presley’ but now she could see why just so many girls fell in love with him. He was intoxicating. His voice was one thing but the way he commanded a stage with his presence and dancing was another. She especially liked the rapport he had with the crowd. She liked watching the way his face would light up as he thought of his next move or the smirk that danced across his face when he knew he was going to do something that would make the girls scream.   And for Addison though the gig was over far too fast. Before they were even done with their last song the Colonel was at Vernon’s side and encouraging them to head backstage which they did so quickly. As they got backstage Elvis was just coming off, drenched in sweat and visibly amped.   ‘Good show my boy!’ the Colonel said clapping him on the shoulder. ‘Great son,’ Vernon said, ‘a real good one.’ ‘You think?’ Elvis said as he hugged his mother and then Dodger. ‘Always is darlin’,’ Gladys said. As the boys descended on them, his family moved out of the way to relieve some of the congestion in the wings of the stage. Addison however stayed put by his side longing to tell him how much she had liked the show though she didn’t have much time as the boys started congratulating him.   ‘You were on top form man,’ Marty said as he clapped Elvis on the back. Sonny, Red, Billy and Gene also appeared with similar praises for him and the band. ‘Yeah, you can tell you’ve been out for it for a bit,’ Sonny said, ‘you really gave ‘em hell.’ ‘What did you think?’ Elvis said turning around to Addison who was watching him carefully. ‘It was amazing,’ Addison said with a soft smile that made Elvis’ heart sing. ‘Yeah?’ he asked receiving a nod though his attention was pulled from her as Sonny said, ‘yeah which means we should be celebrating.’ ‘I second that,’ Red chuckled. ‘I heard there’s a good bar not so far away from here,’ Marty said. ‘I’m up for that,’ Billy said. ‘Yeah, sounds good,’ Elvis said. ‘Yeah, we can make a boys’ night of it,’ Marty said making Addison’s face fall. Elvis seemed to notice it which made the boys realise she was still standing there. ‘Well maybe not a boys’ night,’ Red said quickly. ‘Yeah,’ Marty said awkwardly, ‘I mean you can come too, Addie.’ ‘Yeah,’ Sonny said throwing an arm around her shoulders, ‘EP has told us you’ve already had a Beale Street initiation I’m sure knocking around Birmingham ain’t gonna be any different.’ ‘No, it’s okay,’ Addison said moving from under Sonny’s grasp as she pulled away from the group. ‘Addie,’ Elvis said looking at her imploringly. ‘Enjoy your night guys,’ she said throwing him a quick smile before she headed to where Gladys, Vernon and Dodger were loitering. Elvis felt his happiness fade as she walked away, and he was stunned at just how quickly his mood could fall from the one of ecstasy he had been feeling as he walked off stage. As the boys flocked around him quickly making their plans he joined in though his participation was minimal. He allowed himself to be shepherded back to his dressing room though all he could think about was heading back to his own hotel room where Addison would now be all night, alone.   ✵✵✵   ‘Shit,’ Elvis said as he stumbled over something. He was attempting to creep into his hotel room as quietly as possible in order not to wake his roommate though this was proven futile as the lamp came on and he spotted Addison pushing herself into a sitting position in the bed. ‘Elvis?’ she asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes as Elvis looked down and kicked the pair of her shoes that he had tripped over out of the way. ‘Sorry for waking ya,’ he said coming into the room properly, ‘go back to sleep.’ ‘I’m up now,’ she said resting back against the headboard, ‘good night?’ ‘Yeah, it was fine,’ Elvis said as he slipped his jacket off and threw it on an armchair in the corner of the room. She watched him closely, trying to ignore the feeling in her lower belly as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He caught her attention though as he turned to face her, snapping her eyes from his toned torso as he said, ‘you could’ve come you know.’   ‘And ruin boys’ night?’ she asked with fake shock. Elvis rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth though he continued to talk to her. ‘You know it’s not like that. Marty was being stupid,’ he called from the bathroom as he shirked his pants off and quickly splashed his face with water. ‘I don’t know he seemed pretty serious to me,’ she chuckled, ‘besides, who said I wanted to come to boys’ night?’ ‘Oh, so you had better plans?’ Elvis said reappearing at the door in just his boxers. Addison had to force herself not to stare as he walked towards the bed and clambered onto it, laying by her feet and supporting himself on his elbow as he watched her. ‘Than listening to you guys talk about football and girls?’ she challenged. ‘Okay, so we’re not as interesting as you girls. Tell me again what you and my mother talked for an hour about today. New colour schemes for the dining room, right?’ he said raising an eyebrow. ‘Technically that counts as work talk,’ she quipped, ‘you should be paying me overtime buddy boy.’ ‘Oh so you’re on the clock?’ he said sitting up and leaning towards her just a little. She leaned in too showing she could go head-to-toe with his teasing. ‘That’s right. You’re out on the town and I’m here slaving away,’ she smirked, ‘shocking really.’ ‘Make sure you invoice my daddy. Can’t have my favourite employee quittin’ on me due to unfair working conditions,’ he chuckled making her smile. ‘I’m your favourite employee?’ she said with a doe-eyed look that Elvis didn’t hate even if it was teasing him. ‘I know,’ he smirked, ‘I’m shocked myself but here we are.’   ‘Well I guess that makes up for being left out of the festivities,’ she said. Elvis’ smile faded a little as guilt crept in though Addison seemed to notice it and offered reassurance by saying, ‘you know I’m just teasin’ right?’ ‘You could’ve come you know,’ he said earnestly. ‘I know,’ she replied, ‘I was only joking with you. I know it wasn’t intentional, I mean this is the first show I’ve been to you and your boys are bound to have your own way of doing things I don’t expect them to rethink everything just because I’m here.’ ‘I know but you were up here all on your own-’ Elvis protested. ‘With a big comfy bed and a TV, gee it’s a wonder how I survived,’ she smirked making Elvis smile just a little, ‘honestly, I was fine with it. And anyway, you deserved a night out with your friends. You’ve not done a show in how long? And you managed to knock it out of the park, to me that deserves a reward.’ ‘You think I knocked it out of the park?’ Elvis said cockily making her roll her eyes. He moved to come and sit beside her, tucking himself under the covers and watching her as she looked towards him.   ‘Maybe,’ she shrugged. Elvis nudged her with his elbow. ‘Wow Addie with a review like that I don’t think my head will ever go back to its normal size,’ he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes once more and said, ‘okay if you promise not to let this go to your head I’ll tell you what I really thought.’ ‘I promise,’ he said crossing his heart exaggeratedly. ‘It was one of the best things I’ve ever seen in my life,’ she said. Elvis could feel his heart swell with pride though she didn’t let up, ‘now don’t get me wrong I’ve not seen many live performances but I know this was good.’ ‘Yeah?’ he asked softly. ‘Yeah,’ she nodded, ‘I don’t know what it was seeing you up there…I get it. Y’know?’ ‘Addison Goodwin are you telling me that I may have made an honest to god fan out of my best friend?’ he chuckled. ‘Well I suppose it was only a matter of time,’ she said. ‘And to think all I had to do to make you like my music was bring you on an all-expenses trip outta state and force you to sit through a show,’ he smirked. ‘I never said I was easy to please,’ she said. ‘Honey I already knew that,’ he chortled.   Addison smiled, turning so she was facing him properly. Elvis turned a little too resting his head against the headboard as he waited for whatever she was going to say.   ‘So you know that I’ve got some criticisms too,’ she said. ‘Oh yeah what’s that?’ he said. ‘You didn’t cater to your audience,’ she said before adding, ‘well not all of us.’ ‘Huh?’ he asked confused. ‘You played that girl’s favourite song but me? The person you were desperate to win over not even a sniff at my favourite tune,’ she said pretending to be annoyed. ‘I won you over anyway though, didn’t I?’ he challenged. ‘I can still jump ship,’ she said with a smile. Elvis shuffled in the bed watching her closely. Even in the low lamp light she looked pretty. She wasn’t wearing a nightdress like she normally did, a fact that Elvis didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about and instead was wearing a t-shirt and some pyjama pants he thought must’ve belonged to him at some point. He supposed it was probably for the best considering having her laying so close to him in one of her usual cotton nightdresses was surely asking for trouble. Sensing he had left her waiting too long for an answer his brain finally kicked in with a reply.   ‘So go on,’ he said, ‘what’s your favourite?’ ‘Song of yours or anybody’s?’ she retorted. ‘Mine obviously,’ he said, ‘I already know your all-time favourite song.��� ‘Oh you do, do you?’ she asked. ‘Of course,’ he said, ‘it’s ‘I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now’.’ ‘How did you-’ she asked puzzled which made Elvis bark a laugh. ‘You made me listen to it enough times,’ he said, ‘so come on. It’s only fair you tell me.’ ‘Wouldn’t you like to know,’ she giggled. ‘Oh come on don’t leave me hanging,’ he said. Addison shrugged and started to shuffle down into the bed, pulling the bedclothes up towards her neck and relaxing back onto her pillow insinuating she was done with her side of the conversation. Elvis groaned, ‘you’re really not gonna tell me?’ ‘Nope,’ she said smugly watching as his eyes narrowed in annoyance. Elvis grumbled and then straightened up slinking down to lay beside her.   ‘That’s fine,’ he said, ‘I already know.’ ‘You do?’ she asked. ‘Yeah,’ he said hoping to beat her at her own game but she was too good for him. ‘I’m glad. I guess I don’t need to bother telling you then,’ she said laughing as Elvis groaned again in frustration. ‘Oh Addie just tell me!’ he said exasperatedly watching her with pleading eyes. Addison pushed herself up onto her elbow and placed her hand on his bare chest as she looked at him. ‘You already know,’ she said, ‘just think about it.’   And then with that, she rolled over, turned out the light, and went to sleep leaving Elvis laying there wracking his brains for the answer.

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The Cat Chronicles

(Or five times Theodore Nott *accidentally* stole your cat)

Theodore Nott x reader

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1

The first time your cat went missing, you didn’t think entirely too much of it. You knew many of the Hogwarts cats liked to gather behind the herbology greenhouse where a particularly plentiful patch of catnip grew. However, Gladys was never one to miss meal time, and when the time came to 30 minutes after her usual feeding time, you knew something was amiss. With a sigh, you made your way out to your common room where you saw Cho sitting by the fireplace with several other of your class mates.

“Has anyone seen Gladys wandering about? She missed feeding time and I haven’t seen her much today,” you say as you approach the group.

“I haven’t, sorry y/n. We’ll keep a look out for her though,” Cho tells you.

You let out a small sigh of disappointment.

“Thanks Cho,” you say before heading out to wander the halls of the castle, hoping to find your elusive, black cat.

You start out by the greenhouse where you see a whole gaggle of cats, but none with the sleek black coat that identified your furry friend. You then walked around the grounds a bit more with no luck, before moving on to the kitchens where several of the house elves promised to keep an eye out for the small black cat. You even checked several empty class rooms before coming to a stop outside the library. It wouldn’t hurt to check. Twenty minutes later, you were still completely out of luck. Tired and frustrated, you were about to call it a night when a loud chorus of voices turn down the hall. You look to see who it was and find a hoard of Slytherin boys making their way towards you. You recognized them of course, but didn’t exactly know them. What you did know however, was the mop of black fur one of the taller boys in the back of the group was holding.

“Gladys!” You exclaim, rushing towards the group of boys.

Their eyes all turn towards you and at the sound of her name, the fiesty black cat springs from the arms of the boy and runs towards you.

With a large grin of relief, you scoop the cat up into your arms, feeling her light purr as you scratch behind her ears. Feeling several pairs of eyes on you, you look up to see the group of boys still staring at you and your cat.

“Um, thanks, for finding my cat,” you say awkwardly, squeezing the cat to your chest lightly. The tall, brunette boy who had just been holding your cat only nods silently before turning and walking off, the rest of the group following, except one.

“Hey, sorry about Theo. He means well, really. Man really likes cats, but doesn’t have one of his own, so he sometimes makes friends with cats wandering the halls. We’ve all told him that he should probably stop, ah, borrowing, people’s cats, but he can’t seem to resist. Names Enzo by the way,” the boy says with a friendly smile, extending his hand out.

You take his hand, shaking it cautiously before a smile creeps it’s way onto your face.

“Thank you, Enzo.” You say, hesitating a moment before adding, “You know, Gladys is a picky bitch. Theo must be a pretty okay person if she let him carry her around.” You tell him before disappearing with your cat.

2

The second time your cat went missing, you honestly didn't realize she was missing at all. Theo had found his way down to the kitchens about a week after the original cat incident. That's how he thought of it anyway. The kitchens were one of his favorite places to lurk as not many students knew of the secret entrance behind one particular painting of a fruit bowl. The real attraction that often drew the brunette boy to the hidden sanctuary however, was the constant stream of cats that often visited the house elves who happily offered up dishes of cream and other treats. Plopping himself down on the floor next to a particularly populated bowl of milk, Theo's eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar set of glowing yellow orbs.

"Hello there, Gladys," he said hesitantly, decently sure that was the name called out by the pretty Ravenclaw girl who had stolen the cat from him a few nights ago.

Well, stolen in this case was rather relative, as the cat was technically hers, he supposed. Hearing her name however, the little black cat pranced over, nuzzling her head affectionately against his leg with a soft purr. Picking the sweet creature up into his arms, Theo stroked her soft fur, thinking back to his encounter with her owner, a grimace reaching his face.

He had been a downright bloody idiot. That was for certain. Theo was not usually one to be rendered incompetent by the mere presence of a pretty girl. No. That was meant more for Enzo. Or even Draco sometimes. But never Theodore. In fact, Theo had quite the reputation for his tendency to sleep around which made the idea of his mind completely blanking at the sight of this cat's owner all the more embarrassing. Matteo had made fun of him ruthlessly later that night. What had he said again? Right. Absolutely nothing. Just nodded like a right dunce.

The only solace Theo had gotten from that night was when Enzo pulled him aside quietly and told him what the pretty girl from earlier had said about him. "He must be pretty okay." It was hardly a compliment, but after the fool he'd made of himself, it really was the best Theo could hope for. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Theo once again focused on the little beast snuggling contentedly in his arms, carefully scratching behind the ears, a spot he'd found the cat quite liked.

The sound of the entrance painting swinging open startled Theo; and he honestly wasn't sure if he was elated, or absolutely mortified that the very girl who had been previously plaguing his thoughts was stepping through into the kitchens.

You honestly weren't entirely surprised to see the boy from a few nights ago sitting on the floor, cradling your cat, when you entered the kitchens. After Enzo had admitted to you that the handsome brunette had a soft spot for the castle's feline population, you figured it was only a matter of time until you bumped into him here considering it was a hot spot for the four legged beasts.

"Hello. See you've managed to find my cat again," you say, offering a small smile to the boy in front of you. After your encounter with that particular group of Slytherins, you did a bit of asking around, finding that Theodore Nott, while a bit known for his escapades with the female population, was actually one of the more talented wizards of your year. And one of the more level headed. (But in comparison to Draco and Matteo, you weren't exactly sure how much credit to give him there.)

The boy blinks up at you once before seeming to find his voice.

"She's a sweet little thing," he says finally, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but you.

You cautiously move forward, more worried about spooking the boy in front of you than the cats. Sitting down, you allow a pretty little Siamese kitten to wander into your lap. Gladys hisses with jealousy, but remains snuggled in the arms of the boy.

"She really seems to like you. Bit surprising. She's really not much of a people person," you tell him.

Theo nods at you, an action you found yourself growing familiar with.

"Enzo told me." He replies curtly.

You open your mouth to respond, but don't quite know how, so you let an awkward silence roll over the two of you.

"Well, I find that Gladys is a very good judge of character," you say finally.

Theo lets out a small smile at this, continuing to stroke your cat's soft fur. After that, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence with Theodore continuing to shower your cat with affection while you distract the many other felines, crowding the kitchen floor.

"Theo?" you wonder finally, the question burning away at you. The boy looks up, and you find yourself getting lost in the surprisingly soft brown eyes staring back at you. Breaking from the trance with a small shiver, you ask, "If you like cats so much, why don't you have one of your own?"

Theo's eyes immediately fall, and his hand freezes mid pet, much to Gladys' dismay. A pang of guilt washes through you.

"My father isn't much of an animal person," He replies stiffly.

You give him a small nod in response before rising from the floor.

"It's getting pretty late, I should get going," you say softly. "Gladys can find her way back to the tower on her own just fine," you add when you see Theo make no move to release the cat.

Without another word, you move to open the portrait door. You enter the hall with a small smile gracing your lips as you hear his voice quietly as the door closes.

"Thank you, y/n."

He knew your name.

3

The next time Theo met Gladys was much sooner than he expected. He had left the kitchens several hours ago and was now laying in bed. The clock sitting on his bed side now read 1am. The deafening silence was about to finally lull him to sleep when an insistent scratching at the door caused his eyes to fly open. Sitting up, Theo glanced at the door warily before finally deciding to cross the room to find out what was causing the noise.

As soon as the door opened, a black shadow darted through, making a beeline for his bed. How it seemed to know exactly where it was going, Theo had no clue. Making his way silently back to his bed, careful not to wake either of his roommates, Theo was finally able to make out the dark shape of an ever familiar black cat.

"Hi there, principessa," he whispered, gently stroking the cat's ears before crawling into the bed next to it. Gladys seemed to take this as an invitation to curl up in the nook of his arm, and Theo wasn't about to object. The last thought he remembered before drifting off was how nice it would be if Gladys' pretty owner was there too.

"Theo, what the fuck."

Theo woke with a start, to the loud voice of Lorenzo Berkshire ringing out above him. His eyes opened to see the other boy hovering over his bed, a look of shocked confusion apparent on his face.

"Is that y/n's cat?" he asks, leaning down as if to get a closer look at the fluff ball still snuggled in Theo's arms.

"No way," Matteo laughs from the other side of the room. "You stole her cat again? What, is this some sick and twisted new way for you to lure girls into your bed?"

Theo launches a pillow at Matteo's head. He doesn't miss.

"You better go return that thing before y/n starts to worry," Enzo advises, going back to his own side of the room. "And maybe just ask her out while you're at it hmm?" He adds, quickly ducking behind his fourposter before Theo has the chance to send another pillow flying his way.

With a heavy sigh, Theo comes to a stop outside of what he's pretty sure is the Ravenclaw common room. He's about to raise his hand to knock, when the golden eagle head mounted to the door springs to life.

"What gets broken, without being held?" The eagle asks, blinking at him slowly.

Right. Theo knew about this. The most annoying of the common room doors because instead of a password, the bloody door required you to answer a riddle. Theo was about to turn on his heel to leave when he felt a light presence behind him.

"Hello Theo. Hello Gladys." The platinum blonde haired girl said, giving the two of them an airy nod, before turning her attention to the door. "Would it perhaps be, a promise?" she asks.

The door swings open and Theo quickly hurries after the girl, making his way up the staircase. He'd never actually been inside the Ravenclaw common room, and his breath hitched when they reached the top of the stairs. The main room really was magnificent, nothing like the dark, eerie dungeons of the Slytherin common room. Theo eyed the shelves of books lining the wall longingly.

"Her room is just there, up and to the left," the blonde girl he'd followed in says, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Y/n? Her room is just there," the girl repeats, gesturing to a door at the top of another small flight of stairs.

"Oh. thanks," Theo makes out, giving the girl a nod of gratitude.

"Name's Luna by the way. Luna Lovegood." She says whimsically before floating off.

With a deep inhale to calm his nerves, Theo makes his way up the stairs and knocks gently on the door. Gladys lets out a meow of protest. Absolutely nothing could have prepared Theo for what was on the other side of the door. He felt his throat go completely dry as the door swung open and you stood in front of him in what was probably the shortest, skimpiest set of clothing that could possibly be considered pajamas. Theo tried not to stare, he really did, but he was only a man. A very weak and smitten man.

"Oh! There you are Gladys. I wondered where you wandered off to last night!" you say looking at your cat and then back up at Theo, and then again at your cat before looking back up at Theo expectantly. "Um. May I have my cat back?"

Theo jolts back to life, realizing he'd been staring and looks at you sheepishly.

"Sorry, don't know how this little one found me. Snuck her way into the Slytherin common room and then into my dorm. Didn't want to leave her in the halls alone, so I let her stay the night," he tells you.

You stare at the boy in shock, realizing that was the longest string of words you'd ever heard out of him.

"Wow Theodore, I'm impressed. I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk. And here I was thinking you were secretly illiterate," you say with a playful grin.

"Please," the boy scoffs. "I'm the picture of eloquence."

Interested in where this sudden burst of confidence that you didn't normally see from him had come from, you take a step back, inviting him into your room. He hesitantly accepts your invitation, bringing Gladys along with him.

"No roommates?" he asks, perching on the edge of your bed as Gladys purrs softly on his lap. At the moment, you found nothing more attractive than this man absolutely pampering your beloved pet.

"Not many Ravenclaw girls in our year, we had the option to share, but most of us opted for solo rooms. Wanted the extra privacy, I suppose," you tell him, leaning on one of the posts at the end of your bed.

Theo nods his head at this.

"I have two roommates," he shares.

"One of them happen to be Enzo Berkshire?"

Theo nods again. "And Matteo. Riddle" he adds.

You cock your head at that with a grin.

"Interesting pairing," you comment, imagining the chaos those two must bring with them.

"It never gets boring," Theo responds.

A moment of silence passes.

"I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I hear you're exceptionally talented at potions. And Charms. And everything really." Theo lets out finally.

You raise an eyebrow at the boy, internally screaming.

Trying to keep your cool, you tilt your head, "I hear you are too."

It's like a switch flips inside Theo.

"Well, we're obviously perfect for each other than," He replies easily, a cocky grin beginning to spread across his face. "Meet you in the library tomorrow at 7? And bring the cat."

You let out a laugh as Theo rises from the bed, gently placing Gladys down on the pillow, before going to make his way out of your dorm.

"You only like me for my cat," you joke, shifting to watch as he crosses the room to the door.

"Not just for your cat," he assures you, "I love the outfit, wear it for me more often, hmm?" he says slyly before the door thuds shut behind him.

You look down at your outfit, jaw dropping open and heat rushing to your cheeks.

4

Theo's head was pounding. Music pumped through the Slytherin common room and Theo could barely see through the crowds of people around him as he pushed his way to the circle of sofas occupied by his friends. Collapsing into a spot next to Matteo, the boy offered him another shot of who-knew-what which he quickly knocked back.

"When's that pretty little thing that's been occupying all your time gonna join us at one of our little gathering?" Matteo slurs out, gesturing to the large crowd around them.

Over the past several weeks, you and Theo had grown significantly closer; your first study date quickly becoming a daily occurrence as you found that you each were able to easily keep up with one another. Something about having a partner who was actually able to challenge you was exhilarating. From there, you found yourselves often seeking each other out simply for the sake of good company, Gladys largely increasing the number of these meetings.

"Don't know that Gladys would like it. Cat's aren't supposed to ingest alcohol," Theo responded, not quite drunk enough to fall for his friend's taunting.

Enzo places another shot in his hand, and Theo raises a brow at him, before knocking that one back as well.

"Did you ever ask y/n why in Salazar's name, she choose to name her cat Gladys?" Matteo asks. "If my name were Gladys, I'd being running off constantly too."

Theo thumps Matteo on the back of the head.

"You leave our cat out of this, she ain't do nothin wrong," he says, glaring at his friend.

"So now she's our cat is she?" Enzo asks, a smirk growing on his face. "Didn't know you and y/n were so serious."

"It's our cat damnit! If marrying y/n is what it takes to finally have a cat of my own, so be it," Theo says decidedly.

Enzo snorts at his clearly, very drunk friend. "Careful, or one might think you're only into her for her cat. And not the cunty kind."

Theo scowls at this. "Y/n says that all the time, but have you seen that ass? And the way she mopped the floor with Draco in potions the other day? She's perfect."

"Yeah? Why don't you go tell her that then?" Matteo says, wanting nothing more than to see a drunk Theo try to make his way to Ravenclaw Tower.

"You know what? I will. And I'll pet Gladys too." Theo states. A look of pure, intoxicated determination set on his face.

Lorenzo eyes his friend warily. While not exactly sober himself, he didn’t particularly like the look his friend was giving them.

“Aw c’mon Enz, don’t you try and be the voice of reason now,” Matteo drawls, sensing the hesitation coming from his friend. “Don’t you want to meet the lil thing our beloved Theodore has been obsessing over for weeks now?”

“I’m not obsessing,” Theo snaps, taking a sip straight out of a random bottle he’d picked up from the table.

“Let’s go. I’m gonna steal her cat. For real this time.”

With a wide grin, Matteo jumps up, ready to follow his friend wherever the night took him. With a low groan, Enzo followed suit, knowing that his pair of roommates would need some sort of guidance to prevent them from walking themselves straight of the edge of the astronomy tower.

You didn’t have a lot of expectations for the quiet Friday night that you were spending curled up with a book and your cat. It was late, and after a long and stressful week, the time alone with Gladys was just what you needed to really recharge. You had spent most of your day lounging out on the lawn next to the Black Lake with Theodore, studying with and harassing the boy. A small smile crept onto your face, remembering the way his brown curls had floated about in the soft breeze.

You really hadn’t expected for the two of you to become so close, so quickly, but you weren’t complaining. You’d grown quite fond of the boy, especially once he started opening up a bit more. You’d initially thought that he was a man of very few words, but quickly learned he was in fact very sharp witted and even a bit snarky at times. Time spent with him had easily become your favorite part of the day and was something you were constantly looking forward to.

A sharp knock jolted you from your thoughts, causing you to jump a bit where you were sitting, Gladys letting out a yowl of protest.

You quickly cross the room and open the door to find a very miffed looking Cho, a frown imbedded on her face.

“Sorry to bother, but could you please come get your boy under control? He’s upsetting the portraits.” She says.

You blink once. Then again.

“Sorry?”

“Your Slytherin fellow? He’s out in the corridor with two of his friends harassing the door,” she explains, turning to lead you down the spiral staircase.

You’re not even halfway down when you begin to hear the voices.

“Who in the bloody hell would want to be in Ravenclaw with this blast-ended skewt ass looking-“

“Matteo you can’t curse out the door.”

“I’ll curse at the bloody door if I want to bloody curse at it.”

You grimace, looking at Cho who looks back with a similarly displeased facial expression.

“Sorry bout them. I’ll take it from here,” you tell her when you reach the bottom.

With a slight nod, she turns to retreat back up the stairs. With a sigh, you push the door open, almost taking out Matteo who had been leaning on it for support.

“Hi amore, fancy seeing you here,” Theo slurs, a grin taking over his face at the sight of you.

Enzo leans against a pillar, face in hands, looking like he wanted to disappear. You could smell the alcohol on all of them.

“Hi Theodore. Are you sober?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“I’m moderately functional,” he replies with a lopsided smile.

“I’m taking that as a no,” you say, glancing worriedly at Matteo who was currently laying spread eagle on the floor. “Let’s get you boys back to your common room.”

“I wouldn’t. Party’s not gonna end any time soon. They’ll just get more hammered and start wandering off again,” Enzo advises, head still in hands. “Like herding hippogriffs with those two.”

“And Theo hasn’t proclaimed his undying love for y/n yet!” Matteo adds.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and Theo glowers at his friend.

“It’s okay Theo, I know he’s drunk,” you say, not certain if you were saying it more to comfort him or yourself.

Theo ignores you however, turning his attention back to the door.

“Let us in, I just want to pet the cat,” he tells the door, swaying ever so slightly.

For Salazar’s sake. Man gets absolutely wasted and just wants to pet your cat. You go to grab onto Theo to steady him, but he has other plans. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Hi,” he mumbles, picking you up just enough that your toes barely touch the ground. “I missed you. Can we see the cat now?”

Not knowing what else to do, you glance helplessly at Enzo.

“Would you be able to get Matteo up the stairs?” You ask.

“I can try. He’s a stubborn bastard though.”

You turn back to the door, knocking once. The eagle once again moves to life, glaring at the scene in front of it.

“If the day before yesterday was the 23rd, what is the day after tomorrow?” It asks crankily.

“We’re too fucking wasted for this bloody bullshit,” Matteo moans from the floor.

You try to ignore Theo’s tight grasp on your waist and Enzo prodding at Matteo with his foot before answering. “The 27th.”

The door swings open and you try your best to haul Theo through, Enzo following closely behind with a very disgruntled Matteo. Dragging the boys up the staircase feels like the most difficult task of your life as you constantly tell Matteo to lower his voice and mind his mouth while also trying to ignore the very minimal distance between yourself and Theodore. When you finally make it to the top, you rush to herd the boys into your room before slamming the door shut behind you with relief. Theo immediately stumbles over to your bed, collapsing face first in the middle and snatching Gladys into his arms.

“No roommates?” Enzo asks, looking around the room and seeing the single empty bed that you had pushed into the corner at the beginning of the year.

“No, thank Rowena. I would not want to have to explain whatever this is.” You reply, motioning to Theo and Matteo who was now wandering about the room.

“Room’s a mess. Coulda at least cleaned up a bit,” he says, poking at the various books and blank scrolls lying about.

“Had I known I would be having guests at,” you glance at the clock, “almost 2 in the morning, I’m sure I would have.” You say dryly.

Retrieving your wand from your desk, you point it at the spare bed. “Engorgio.” The wooden frame creaks as it expands until it can comfortably fit 2 people. You look at Enzo.

“Good luck with that one,” you say, almost feeling sorry for the boy as Matteo flops onto the bed with a groan.

“Looks like you’re gonna need it more than me,” he replies, gesturing to Theo who was out cold, Gladys trapped and bug eyed in his grasp. With a sigh you and Enzo each resign yourselves to your respective charge.

“Theodore,” you whisper, giving the boy a light shove. No sign of life. You give him a slightly harder shove, allowing Gladys is wriggle out of her prison. Frowning, you sit down on the edge of the bed, using most of your body weight to shove Theo to one side of the bed before sliding under the covers. Now deeming it safe, Gladys hops back into the bed, nestling into your arms happily. You’re about to close your eyes when you feel arms snaking around your waste, pulling you into the very warm chest of Theodore Nott. You freeze, holding your breath, not sure if the boy is asleep or not.

“Goodnight mi amore,” he whispers into your neck, causing the hairs to prickle.

Definitely not asleep.

“Goodnight Theodore.”

You hadn’t had any expectations for the night really, but you definitely had not expected to have multiple overnight guests who were trying to steal your cat. And you most certainly did not expect to drift off in the arms of Theodore Nott.

5

The next morning you wake up missing the usual lump of fur weighing down on your chest. Immediately you bolt upright, eyes shooting around for any sign of your furry companion before the events of last night wash over you. Enzo and Matteo are both still out cold and when you look down, your jaw drops open. Theo is fast asleep, back facing you, Gladys snoozing contentedly while cradled in his arms. Even in his sleep this absolute tosser had managed to steal your damn cat.

Careful not to wake the boys, or Gladys, you silently sneak across the room and disappear out the door. Once you’re safely out of hearing distance, you make your way quickly down the kitchens. A little known fact about the Hogwarts house elves was that many had once served in the homes of different wizarding families at one time or another. This meant that many of the elves were all too familiar with the valuable hangover potion that you sought.

Ducking in through the portrait hole, it wasn’t difficult to persuade the elves into handing over 3 glistening blue vials. You had always been kind to them, often chatting with them during your visits with the cats.

Your task complete, you made your way back to Ravenclaw tower, taking your time as you didn’t expect the boys to be up any time soon. They really had been plastered. Not even Enzo had been completely sober you recalled.

You’re just passing the entrance to the dungeons when a voice calls out.

“Hey! You!”

You’re ready to continue on your way before noticing that there was no one else in the corridor they could be referring to. You turn to see two girls you recognized as the Greengrass sisters hurrying towards you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the shorter blonde girl says when they get closer. You’re pretty sure that one is Astoria. “You’re the girl Theo has been seeing right?”

You nod your head cautiously. You knew Theo had a reputation for getting around, so if that’s what this was about, things were about to become quite awkward.

“You haven’t happened to see him or Matteo or Lorenzo, have you?” The other girl, Daphne, asks.

“Draco said he saw the three of them leave the party together last night, but no one saw them come back,” Astoria explains.

You feel yourself immediately relax. Good. At least this was something you could help with.

“You two are lucky you found me then I suppose,” you tell them, gesturing for them to follow. “The three of them tried breaking into Ravenclaw tower last night, so I let them crash in my dorm.”

“Oh Salazar. Were they trying to steal your cat? I’m so sorry. When Matteo gets drunk he has a tendency to try and egg Theo on,” Astoria frets.

You give the girls a strange look. “You know about my cat?” You ask, surprised.

“Oh sure,” Daphne replies. “Whole group does really. Boys came back one night going on about how Theo was just smitten with some Ravenclaw with a cute cat. And I can see why. You’re gorgeous by the way.”

You blush at her statement, diverting the subject away.

“The boys should probably still be asleep. I just ran down to the kitchens to get these,” you tell them, brandishing the potions you had gathered. “Once they’ve downed these, they’re all yours.”

Astoria eyes the potions with jealousy and you realize the two girls were probably decently hung over as well.

“Oh you can keep Theo, we were really just looking to collect Enzo and Matt,” Daphne laughs, giving you a sly look. You open your mouth to reply, but stop realizing you had reached your common room door.

After a few attempts, you’re finally able to solve the blasted riddle and the door swings open.

“I don’t think we’ve ever had this many Slytherins in our common room before,” you joke, leading the girls up to your room.

Pushing the door open, you’re unsurprised to see the boys still passed out.

“This must be the infamous Gladys,” Daphne whispers, quietly approaching Theo who was still clutching onto Gladys as if his life depended on it. Again you’re surprised that these girls apparently even knew the name of your cat.

The two coo at the sight of your cat, coming to the conclusion that she was indeed worthy of warranting cat theft before Astoria finally decided it was time for them to get the boys out of your hair. They migrated over to the other side of the room where Enzo and Matteo were sound asleep, leaving you to deal with Theo.

You decide the easiest route, may just be to lure Gladys away, so you fetch her food dish before accio-ing her kibble container. At the sound of her food, Gladys was up and running, darting over for her morning feast. At the sudden loss of fluffy heat, Theo groaned, rolling over, face down into the pillows. After giving Gladys her food, you move back to Theo, giving him a rough shake.

“Come back to bed principessa,” he grumbles, reaching out and flailing his arm in your general direction.

“It’s time to get up Theodore. Come on, I got you three hangover potions,” you say, waving one over his head.

“Did someone say hangover potion? Give,” Matteo demands from the other side of the room. You look over to see Daphne and Astoria sitting on the side of the bed while Matteo and Enzo were groggily waking up.

Pulling out her wand, Daphne gestured for you to toss her the potions which her magic catches easily, levitating the vials over to the other two boys. Matteo snatches one out of the air, quickly downing half before offering the other half to Astoria. Enzo does the same, giving the second half to Daphne who graciously accepts. After a moment, the four of them are looking much more awake.

“Thanks for making sure these three didn’t drown themselves in the lake,” Astoria says, once the potion had really kicked. “And sorry you’re not having more luck with that one. He’s always been a late riser.”

“You’ll be lucky to get him up in the next hour,” Enzo agrees, rising from the bed. “Thanks again y/n.”

The four of them shuffle out of your dorm, a chorus is thanks and apologies strung along until they reached the door. Even Matteo gave you a nod of gratitude. Once they were all gone, you collapse once more onto your bed.

“They finally gone?” You hear Theo ask, as he rolls over to look at you. You nod, faces so close that your noses are practically touching and you can feel small puffs of air as he exhales. “Thanks for last night. I’m sorry for trying to steal your cat.”

You let out a snort at that. “Did you know when I woke up this morning, you had turned away from me completely, and stolen my cat away from me in your sleep?” You ask with a laugh.

Theo at least has the decency to look embarrassed as Gladys joins the two of you once more.

“I should do this more often,” Theo says finally, reaching out to stroke Gladys’s fur.

“What? Get downright plastered and break into my room, or steal my cat?” You scoff.

“Sleep in your bed with you.”

You freeze, looking up to see if the boy was being serious. His eyes blink back at you unwavering.

“You can come back any time,” you tell him, snuggling your way into his chest, ready to fall back asleep in the boy’s arms.

“Will Gladys be here?”

“Oh my god, yes she will be here,” you say dramatically throwing your head back.

Theo grins down at you, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against yours.

“I’m only joking amore,” he says, pressing another kiss to the top of your nose.

“Of course Gladys would be here, she adores me.”

“Get out of my bed.”

A/N

My biggest regret in life, is being highly allergic to cats </3

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[hitomisuzuya]

Gamer!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluffy fluff fluff Humor. Scara laughing and being in love.

I do intend to write smut later, but this idea popped into my head. The image of this man bursting out into genuine laughter at something he thought was really funny is just 🥰😌 Inspired by a Tik Tok and directional confusion for the Seelie event.

As good as Scaramouche was at video games, he had his off days like everyone else (it made him pissy to admit it). He was missing shots that he normally made easily while he was live streaming a first person shooter game.

"Your aim sucks today, my love," You said, grinning as you came into view on the camera to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks turned a dark crimson. "Yeah, whatever. You think you can do better?" The blushed darkened more when a few messages popped up in the chat box saying things like, "Hey look, Scara's wife is here!"

"Get your eyes back in your heads, fools," He snarled a little at the screen.

"Hmph, I probably could do better," You said, crossing your arms and looking away from him. He knew your blustering was to cover up how shy you felt.

Scaramouche sat back and handed you the controller. "Okay, let's see it then," He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you into the spot he enjoyed having you the most when you played games on a live stream with him: his lap.

"Fine, you'll be putting your money where your mouth is," Settling onto his lap, a little bit of a nervous smile on your face, you took the controller. It always made you a little nervous to live on camera with him. His fingers rubbed at your hip soothingly.

Now, whenever you played a game with him on a stream, there were a lot of moments where it showed that Scaramouche is genuinely in love with you.

The way he beamed at you with pride when you made a perfect shot. If you looked unsure of when to shoot, he put his hands on yours and helped you aim. "That's my girl," He praised, running his fingers through your hair. Seeing the cute way your cheeks flushed from his praise made his heart flutter.

Now you were at a point in the game where you had to consult a map to see where to go. Except, something just wasn't clicking with you. You flip flopped between looking at the map in your inventory and the mini map, saying "That looks like where I need to go, but I am not sure.."

You did this a few times, going to different parts of the map and looking totally confused when you realized it was the wrong area. "I..I don't understand..I thought that's where I needed to go. Maybe I should go back the way I came.."

Suddenly, Scaramouche snorted and burst into laughter. "I can't help it. You just look so cute, and so stupid, I just can't," He could barely finish his sentence around the laughter.

You stopped playing and looked at him with a soft smile on your face. Scaramouche was genuinely laughing at something he thought he was funny. Not scoffing and making fun of it with a glare on his face, but genuine laughter with the most beautiful grin on his face.

It was a moment to live for.

You sighed and handed him the controller. "Wanna put me out of my misery?"

Scaramouche wipes some tears from his eyes. "Glady, by the way, you ran right by the area you were supposed to go to three times," He snickered as he marked the right place on the map.

"I..what?" You sputtered, "And you didn't say anything--" Scaramouche cut you off with a long, slow kiss on your lips.

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[leclercdream]

tell me who i am pt.2

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

when in austin everything comes crashing down on reader because people on the internet are mean af

author's note: thank you soooo much for the love on part 1! if you want to be tagged comment and i will glady do it. reminder that english is not my first language so ignore any grammar mistakes

tw: slut shaming

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

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[mrkspo]

❝ We're kissing in the bathroom girl, and, uh I hope nobody catch us But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway. ❞

𖥔 ₊ ֗ actress!reader x actor!enzo, enemies to lovers, pequeno age gap [leitora tem entre 23-25 anos], smut, public e mirror sex, sexo sem proteção [ não pode 🙅🏻‍♀️], pet names, spanking, hair pulling, um pouquinho de espanhol, a reader tem descendência brasileira [ tipo a neta da atriz brasileira Maria Gladys mas sem ser nepobaby ], reader não é nada modesta, uma pequena referência a daddy issues

𝓪/𝓷: primeira vez que eu tô escrevendo com alguém fora do kpop, espero que gostem meus amores 🤭😘 revisado mas pode conter erros

Era para ser mais uma premiere, sua segunda premiere na verdade.

Falavam que era a nova revelação de Hollywood, depois de atuar em alguns filmes independentes e finalmente estrelar em uma grande produção todos queriam você e sua atuação impecável. Você definia seu próprio trabalho como impecável.

Quando chega ao tapete vermelho, na frente do teatro que assistiriam ao seu mais novo trabalho, as câmeras não demoram a apontar para a sua presença. Na internet as pessoas comentavam, sobre seu vestido Valentino vintage, sobre sua aura, seus momentos em que falava em português e também sobre o seu parceiro nesse novo filme. Novo queridinho das garotas com problemas com o pai, você particularmente não via nada demais em Enzo e ele também não ia tanto com sua cara.

As gravações do filme não foram desconfortáveis, não é que tinham pouca química, mas tinha algo no homem que a incomodava, talvez fosse o perfume amadeirado que odiava, o cabelo espesso e escuro que o davam um certo charme ou até mesmo o jeito que sorria sapeca. Na verdade nada aquilo a incomodava, até gostava desses detalhes. E isso te fez perceber que toda a química que todos juravam ter visto entre vocês dois foi totalmente sua culpa, talvez assim como sua personagem nerd estereotipada que odiava o popular da faculdade, seu coração amoleceu mais.

Não estava apaixonada, definitivamente não, mas sentia uma certa atração, um certo desejo toda vez que via ele.

Enzo por sua vez te desprezava, sabia da atração que você sentia por ele e a desprezava muito por isso. Era uma garota mais nova, uma novata boba e arrogante mas com talento. Mas ele também não podia negar, sentia muita atração por você. Pelo seu jeitinho despreocupado, não se importando com nada ao seu redor, como você se achava a maior. Era extremamente atraente para ele.

Enzo chega ao tapete vermelho, os fotógrafos gritam para poder fazer uma foto de vocês dois juntos. Ele se aproxima o suficiente para fazerem as fotos que tanto pediram. "Mais perto Enzo! Está fugindo dela?" um dos fotógrafos grita e todos ao redor soltam uma risada. O uruguaio solta um suspiro e abraça sua cintura, ele sorri para as câmeras e você faz o mesmo. O atores coadjuvantes se arrumam ao lado dos dois para a foto conjunta do elenco e ele aproveita a bagunça ao redor para sussurrar algo no seu ouvido; "Me encontre no corredor do banheiro antes do filme começar, quero conversar com você nena." Os fotógrafos não perdem a chances, os cliques e flashes pioram três vezes mais com essa interação.

Você sorri, mas no fundo está um pouco nervosa com esse homem ao seu lado.

Quando as fotos no tapete vermelho acabam você praticamente corre para dentro do teatro, curiosa para saber o que ele queria fala tanto com você. Não vai de primeira até o corredor, para um pouco antes dele para respirar e controlar o nervosismo mas Enzo já estava lá, ele conseguiu te ver do ponto onde estava. Os olhos castanhos dele escurecem, te hipnotiza, te chamam para perto.

– Você veio, realmente estava torcendo para que você viesse. – E porque eu não viria?

Ele encosta as costas na parede e coloca o indicador no queixo, como se estivesse pensando. – Talvez porque eu te deixo nervosa.

Você ri, "isso é um ridículo!". Quer negar até a morte, mas se até ele já percebeu imagine as outras pessoas, o público. Prefere se manter calada.

– ¿Que pasó bebé? Te chamei aqui para algumas dicas de português mas parece que te deixei sem palavras, certo? – Ele se aproxima de você, perigosamente perto demais de você, com o deboche presente em tudo que fala. Quer cometer uma loucura, gritar com ele, beijar-lo ou algo do tipo, você só não aguenta reprimir mais aquele desejo. – Tengo muchas palabras en mi vocabulario, vagabundo 'sin vergonha. – Abrasileira ao máximo o xingamento no final da frase, sabe que ele não vai entender o que disse e prefere não falar mais nada então vira de costas para ele e sai.

Ou não.

Ele segura o seu pulso antes que consiga avançar pelo corredor, te trás para perto dele novamente. Uma mão na sua cintura, a outra no seu rosto. Sorri da forma mais cafajeste possível e te beija, mas não é qualquer beijo, não, é "o beijo". Aquele de cinema, tirando o fato de não ser falso e muito menos romântico, mas era tão gostoso que ignorava a sensação de não existir uma "paixão" ali. Ele te leva até o banheiro feminino, não perde tempo, olha para você buscando aprovação para o próximo ato. Enzo te vira de costas para ele, faz você encarar o próprio reflexo no espelho daquele lugar, "Você gosta disso não é? Garotinha suja", passeia com as mãos pelo seu corpo e sobe o seu vestido até a sua cintura. Você só consegue sorrir, como se estivesse chapada, mas realmente não passa mais nada pela sua cabeça. Está boba, bêbada de tesão e só quer um pau para poder se aliviar.

– Enzo, por favor, por favor! – Ele sabe que o seu apelo é para poder enterrar o pau nela, mas ignora, fingi que não ouviu sua voz fininha implorando por um pouco de pica. Ele segura a sua bunda com força, observa a pele morena ficar vermelha com o aperto. Então um tapa é transferido em uma das bandas.

– Você sabe que não me dou bem com vadias como você. Mas só eu sei o quanto você me provocou. Mesmo que você não fizesse nada, era uma provocação para mim.

Mais um tapa. A esse ponto você se debruça mais sobre a pia, empinando a bundinha para receber os tapas direito. – Você é tão suja nena. A mão grande do uruguaio brinca com sua entrada por cima do tecido rendado da calcinha, "você é quente, até demais".

Você ouve o o barulho do cinto sendo desfeito, consegue ver pelo espelho como ele pega o pau que parece tão pesado e bombeia. Sente as mãos dele novamente passeando pelo seu corpo, parando na barra da tua calcinha e descendo ela devagarinho, sensual. Ele provoca sua entrada, pincela um pouco do pré-gozo, misturando sua excitação com a dele. Só faz colocar a cabecinha gorda para dentro, sua boca já abre em um 'O' perfeito, "tsk, está agindo como uma virgenzinha, nena.", ele brinca. Você não demora para levar tudo, até o talo. Então ele começa a estocar, devagar e fundo, nesse ritmo torturante; você pede por mais, ele ri e diz que vai te dar mais. Vai aumentando a velocidade, os dedos brincam com o seu pontinho sensível. Desiste de todas as tentativas de fechar os olhinhos, "Quiero que veas lo sucia que estás, puta." ele te degrada. Enzo só aumenta a velocidade das estocadas, sabem que o filme já está passando então não se preocupam se alguém vai ouvir os barulhos molhados ecoando do banheiro feminino, mas no fundo você até queria que alguém aparecesse ali e vissem vocês dois naquela situação. Não demora muito, você começa a tremer, se debruça mais ainda naquela pia buscando o próprio ápice, fecha os olhos novamente mas logo é impedida. Enzo puxa o seu cabelo, te fazendo encostar no peitoral dele. – Já esqueceu o que eu te disse nena? Fique de olhos abertos, putinha. Você já começa a se contorcer, o melhor ápice da sua vida chega e ele descarrega tudo em você também. – No no no, déjalo como está. – Ele se refere ao líquido escorrendo pela sua perna, ainda bem que o vestido longo vai esconder essa bagunça.

Você escuta alguém chamando o seu nome do lado de fora, era sua gerente, ela pergunta o quê aconteceu para você ficar tanto tempo no banheiro, inventa uma desculpa, "estava vomitando, acho que comi algo ruim antes de vir para cá." ou algo do tipo. Mas você sai dali, trocando os pés por causa do orgasmo recente, sabendo que Enzo Vogrincic ainda estava escondido naquele banheiro. Você ri, no final das contas, alguém realmente quase pegou vocês "se beijando" no banheiro.

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[divine-hugs]

Mk1 men x Multiversal Skirmisher-Reader

Johnny Cage

> So I heard from Liu Kang that you're one of a kind? We have some things in comman.

< You and I must have different definitions of 'one of a kind'.

-

> I'm not like the other Johnny's, I'm better.

< Prove it.

-

> You have to take me on a joyride to another timeline, I'd love to team up with another Cage.

< I can barely keep up with one of you.

Bi Han

> You are mearly an anomaly.

< I am beyond your comprehension, Cryomancer.

-

> You have such power and use it for what? Galloping around like a fool, what a waste of potential.

< The multiverse is better off with someone like me protecting it, not destroying it.

-

< You can still redeem yourself. I've seen you take the right path.

> I make my own path.

Tomas Vrbada

> You're pretty fascinating.

< You're pretty intriguing yourself.

-

< My mission is to try madam bo's cooking in every timeline.

> Then let me recommend the finest.

-

> Are you staying for long? I could show you around, if you'd like.

< Your company is most appreciated, Tomas.

Kuai Liang

> You've travelled through many timelines, I must know what you've seen.

< I have many stories to share, soon.

-

> Is there a timeline where Bi Han is good...

< I'm sure there's a timeline where he's better, I only wish it was this one.

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> You're saying there's a timeline where I'm Sub-Zero? How is this even possible.

< The universe is vast, beyond our comprehension.

Kenshi Takahashi

> Why come here?

< Where you are, I follow.

-

< This isn't really a 1v1.

> I could beat you without Sento.

-

> My ancestors fight beside me.

< Weird way to meet your family, but I'll take it.

Shang Tsung

> I need to get my hands on you, such a fine specimen.

< You're not the first Shang Tsung I've put in his place, and you won't be the last.

-

> We could take over the world, I would glady stand by your side.

< I will not be led astray.

-

< You think you can take me?

> In more ways then one, my dear

Liu Kang

> I humbly welcome you to our timeline.

< Thank you, It's an honour to meet you.

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> We could use an ally like you.

< You can trust me.

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> It must be lonely travelling through timelines as you do, I could...

< Are you offering your company?

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[foreverdolly]

wanna play house | protective austin!elvis x reader

this is a continuation of 'my bestest girl', but you do not have to read it first in order to read this one. . . however i implore you to do so.

summary: elvis's mother has been worried sick about your safety during your time on the road with her son. you and elvis brush it off as her just being paranoid, but danger always manages to rear it's ugly head at the worst of times. elvis, seeing you scared and slightly injured, absolutely loses it.

pairings: protective austin!elvis x reader

word count: 7,471

warnings/notes: SMUT! ,violence, elvis beats the shit out of someone for you and it's hot, oral (f receiving), elvis literally worships you as though you are a goddess and i love that for you, you both cry while he eats you out because emotions are high and he's obsessed with you.

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It had been a pain in the ass to talk the Colonel into letting you come along with him and the band as they performed with Hank Snow for the fair, but Elvis had made it happen. The two of you had only been going out officially for the last couple of weeks, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that the two of you were disgustingly in love with one another. If you were within eyesight then Elvis was looking at you. If you were in the other room, he was bound to follow after you like a lost dog. If you weren’t around at all, then he was surely thinking about you. It was a never ending cycle, really. You were just as bad off as Elvis was. You always had to be touching him, whether it be your hand in his, your shoulder pressed against him, or even your legs thrown up into his lap. The bandmates were positive that eventual drama would arise, but the two of you always seemed to be in high spirits. 

The screaming fans didn’t bother you, not when Elvis went out of his way to let you know that you were the only girl that he truly cared about. Everyone had fallen into a comfortable pattern, you included. “Yes ma’am. I’m makin’ sure he’s eatin’ well.” You twirled the wire of the hotel landline around your finger, watching the ebony haired boy getting dressed out of the corner of your eye. He was buttoning up his white slacks and caught your heady gaze in the mirror. With a wide smile he wordlessly made his way over to you, chuckling under his breath as you quickly reached out, running your free hand over his chest and giving his nipple a teasing squeeze. He playfully swatted your hand away, reaching down to grab his lace shirt off of the queen sized bed the two of you were sharing that night. “I’m just worried to death about the two of you, baby. I don’t want any of those girls hurtin’ him. . . and I know how horrible some boys can be.” Gladys’s love knew no bounds, and you appreciated her for it. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little though, leaning your hip up against the desk that had been squeezed into the small room. 

“I’m keepin’ a very close eye on him, darlin’. You know I wouldn’t ever let anythin’ happen to our boy, right? Besides, we’re out in the country. I’m sure nothin’ bad will happen all the way out here. The scariest thing we’ve seen these last four days have been a couple of drunks.” Elvis chuckled from the bathroom, the sink turning on as he began slicking back his hair. You could already smell his Brylcreem pomade from where you stood across the suite. “Now is he keepin’ a close eye on you? At the end of the day, I know Elvis can hold his own. You’re a different story.” You couldn’t remember a single time that you had felt unsafe thus far on the trip. Really, you knew that she had the propensity to overreact, but she had been going on for the better part of half an hour at this point. You were trying to be patient with her, but you could only take so much. Gladys was worse than your own mother, and you weren’t sure how that feat was even possible. “Mama, I don’t need any sort of protection. I can hold my own! Cross my heart and hope to die.” You could hear her scoff, but Vernon’s low voice whispered on the other end. “Stop holding our youngins hostage. Elvis has got a show to put on.” You had already started walking in the direction of the bathroom, stretching the phone cord as far as it would let you. “Do you want to talk to Elvis before we have to leave?” “Would you put him on? Thank ya, baby.” Elvis held up his wax coated hands to show you that he needed some help, so you pressed the phone against his ear for him. 

“Hey, Satnin.” He purred to her, shooting you a small smile before letting his eyes fall down to the counter. You couldn’t hear Gladys’s voice from where you stood, but judging by the way he was nodding his head up and down dully, you were sure that he was getting an earful. “Uh-huh. . . No, I’ve been lookin’ out for her. She stands at the front of all of my shows, mama. I’d die if somethin’ were to happen to her.” You smiled down at the floor, biting at the inside of your cheeks in the hopes of getting your heart back under control- it was fluttering at a maddening pace. “She’s with me every second of the day. She never leaves my sight, I promise ya- He what? Daddy wants to talk to me? Put him on.” Elvis placed his comb down on the side of the sink, licking his lips before looking at himself in the mirror. He must not have liked what he saw because he grimaced, shooting your reflection a goofy look as he waited for his father to get to the phone. “Hello?” A couple of seconds passed before he was rolling his eyes, shaking his head back and forth. “I’d kill em’. Simple as that. I promise you both that I won’t ever let anythin’ happen to her. . . Yeah- Yeah, she is our girl, so imma take good care of her.” He was running the comb back through his hair, tucking a few strands into place absentmindedly. After a few more seconds passed he turned his cheek, pressing his lips up against the receiver and mumbling a quick “love ya too” before giving you a look. You walked back into the hotel room, hanging up the phone before turning to face the bathroom. 

“What are they goin’ on about?” You asked, hurriedly getting out your own suitcase so that you could get dressed. You had been on the phone so long with Gladys that you hadn’t had any time to get ready for the concert. Elvis was particular about certain things, and he liked the idea of you guys matching when he performed. If he wore a baby blue shirt, then you wore a baby blue dress. If he was dressed in all black and white- like tonight- then you did as well. You didn’t mind much. It looked wonderful in pictures, and it made you feel even more connected to him. It warmed your heart that he liked not only being a couple, but looking like a couple too. He had always been very particular about the clothes that he wore. Despite the fact that you also came from a working class family, things had never gotten as financially troublesome as it had for the Presleys. Elvis had grown up poor, but he always made a point not to look it. His mother always made sure his clothes were freshly ironed and pressed and that his shoes were always shined. 

Elvis had always been a rather particular fellow, and he hadn’t always been celebrated for it. People calling him a “fairy” or “squirrel” didn’t get to him though. Not anymore, at least. He was above the name calling, coming to the conclusion that it said far more about their own character than it did his. He always handled it relatively well back in high school, though he knew that most of the name calling and trash talk stemmed from the fact that the other boys his age were probably just jealous. 

“Mama said she’s been havin’ a bad feelin’ about somethin’ lately. They’re both worried about ya, is all.” Elvis had always been over cautious with you, even throughout your friendship. If he didn’t seem worried about it, then you wouldn’t be either. “She’s been a nervous wreck ever since you told her about the Louisiana Hayride. She’s probably just feelin’ a bit anxious.” He hummed his agreeance, a comfortable silence befalling the two of you as you began getting changed. Your dress was a rather scandalous little diddy, what with the rather low cut heart-shaped neckline and the way the hem was just above your knees, showing off your legs. It was something you had purchased for yourself months ago but had been unable to wear due to your parents' rather conservative ways. You pushed your way into the bathroom at the same time that Elvis was finishing up with his hair, his eyes instantly locking on your reflection in the mirror. “Good god almighty.” He mumbled, dropping the comb back onto the counter so that he could turn around and face you. His blue eyes trailed over your smaller frame, his lips parted as he took in the sight of you. Elvis had made it a point to explore every inch of you over the last few weeks. He took his time committing every mole and freckle to memory. He was certain that he could draw you with his eyes closed, and the man could barely sketch a stick figure. 

Despite that, every time he made love to you, or even got a glimpse of you, it still felt like the first time. His stomach would fill with butterflies, his palms would start to sweat, and his pants would grow impossibly tight. In all the years that he had known you, never had he seen you in a dress like this. The sweet little babydoll nighties you’d prance around his room in were a completely different story. This was a masterpiece. You were a masterpiece. “You’ve got me sweatin’ worse than a whore in church. God damn it, my girl is so beautiful.” He lifted his hand up to his face, biting down on his knuckle with a small grin. You couldn’t help but blush at the sudden onslaught of compliments, shyly waving him off with a small flick of your wrist. There wasn’t much room in the tiny motel bathroom, so you couldn’t duck away from his arms even if you wanted to. He was quick to pull you towards him, his hands moving over the cinched waistline of the dress, slowly brushing down to run his fingers along the hip. You shivered as you felt his touch against the skin of your thighs. 

“How ‘bout we just stay in, hmm? I could tell the Colonel that I got food poisonin’ or somethin’.” It was nearly possible to deny him of anything he wanted, especially when he looked at you like that. Ever so slowly he began backing you up, smiling smugly as you let out a small yelp whenever your back hit the wall behind you. “Let me make love to you, yeah? I’ll make it quick. I promise-” A knock at the door made the both of you jump, but he soon threw his head back with an exasperated groan, his eyes screwed shut. “What is it?” He called, popping his head out of the bathroom door so that the intruder might hear him better. “We’re startin’ to pack the cars up, EP. You two dressed and ready yet?” You bit your lip as you pressed your back tighter against the wall, hoping that the added space between you and your beau might calm the growing heat between your legs. “Shit.” Elvis cursed, giving you an apologetic look before taking a step back from you. He looked down at the front of his trousers, wincing as he noticed that he was visibly hard. He took a couple of seconds to try and adjust himself in a way that wouldn’t make it so obvious, but gave up after a while. “I’m comin’. Give me one second Scotty.” He brushed past you on his way to the door, giving you one last suggestive look before prying his gaze away. He opened the door just a sliver, hiding his bottom half the best he could.

 “You don’t even have your shoes on yet. What the hell have you been doin’ this whole time?” Scotty asked exasperatedly, his eyebrows furrowing in slight annoyance. Elvis looked behind him at the cars, wincing as he noticed people were already climbing into their seats or pulling out of the parking lot completely. “We’ve been busy.” He said simply. Scotty looked over Elvis’s shoulder, his eyes widening slightly as he noticed your flushed cheeks. “Doin’ what, exactly?” The dark haired boy didn’t take kindly to the fact that someone else was seeing his girl in such a state, so he was quick to grab the edge of the door, closing it enough so that only his face and a small sliver of the room inside could be visible. “We were busy, alright? I’ll come out in a second. Let me just get my things together.” Scotty threw his hands up in surrender after noticing the look on Elvis’s face, taking two steps back from the door. “Be quick about it. We go on after Snow, and I’m tired of hearin’ the square complain.” Elvis was quick to shut the door, jogging over towards his suitcase so that he could find his shoes. “Baby? Do you mind doin’ my eyes like you have em?” He motioned to his eyes with his finger, flashing you a small smile. 

You weren’t about to give your boyfriend a smoky eye, but you hoped he’d be alright with just some eyeliner and mascara. Not that his long lashes needed them anyway. “If we’ve got time, hun.” Your legs still felt a bit weak, what with the heavy petting from earlier, but you managed to walk to your purse so that you could grab your small makeup pouch. Elvis buttoned up his black lace shirt as you gently dragged some dark liner over his upper and bottom lashline, being careful to smear it a little after you were done so that it wouldn’t be too stark against his complexion. “Here, now close your eyes.” You ran the mascara wand through his lashes, cooing softly to him as you realized just how blue it made his eyes look. “And open em.” He obeyed, his hands moving up to grab you softly by your hips as you finished up. “Am I pretty?” He asked with a teasing smile, tilting his chin upwards, which was his way of silently asking for a kiss. You complied, giving him a quick peck before pulling away to nod. “Gorgeous.” 

Elvis was the only boy that you had ever met that preferred to be called pretty rather than handsome. He was putty in your hands any time you referred to him as ‘your pretty boy’. Well, who was he kidding? He was always putty in your hands. He would be a liar if he said that he wasn’t used to female attention. He’d say ‘thank you’ with that signature side smile of his- but the grin- it was reserved only for you. The corners of his eyes would crinkle and his nose would scrunch up. It made him look so childlike. So vulnerable, and it was only something that you were allowed to see. You knew good and well that there were certain aspects of Elvis that you would have to share with his fans, but he made sure to reserve the most sacred parts only for you. 

“Thank ya, baby.” He mumbled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear before he stood up and off of the bed. 

The drive to the fairgrounds was awkward, but Elvis seemed to be the only one that didn’t get the memo. He had one of his hands in your lap, playing subconsciously with the fabric of your dress while he spoke under his breath to you. It was mostly hushed compliments, but the second that the bright lights of the fair became visible he started whispering gentle instructions. “I don’t want ya gettin’ lost in the crowd, alright now? Make your way to the front, just like we practiced. I want to be able to keep my eye on ya the entire time.” The ebony haired man had talked a big game back in the motel room, but you could tell that whatever his mother and father had said to him carried some weight. He seemed a little bit more antsy than he did the previous night. Despite the fact that nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary, you still nodded, allowing him to pull you along through crowds. The closer you two got to the stage, the quicker people began to take notice of him. Girl’s turned their heads, some even going as far as to drop their date’s hand as he passed. He didn’t pay any mind, instead he kept his eyes locked on the stage, trying to find a good place for you to go. “Here, push your way right there.” He leaned in close so that you could hear him over Hank’s singing, pointing with his pinky, his newly purchased ring shining in the bright artificial light. You nodded, smiling against his lips as he gave you one last kiss before jogging to catch up with his band. You were quick to follow instruction, easily maneuvering through the crowd, muttering apologies as men and women turned to glare in your direction. 

You weren’t quite sure why, but you were starting to become nervous yourself. It felt like someone was watching you, and had been since you and Elvis passed the admission gates. You anxiously looked over your shoulders, trying to see if there might be anyone you recognized, but alas- nothing. You tried to swallow back the strange sense of dread that was beginning to bubble up in your throat, instead focusing on the stage in front of you. Hank Snow was a talent, but surely wasn’t your cup of tea. His ballads were too slow and shallow for your liking. Too safe. Elvis had been the one to get you hooked on good music way back in high school. You still clapped for Snow whenever he took a bow, flashing him a small smile. You and Elvis had been playing nice with the man. You two had a strong feeling that he didn’t take too kindly to the two of you and the flamboyant way you both decided to live your lives. He was never outwardly rude to you at least. Elvis wasn’t so lucky though. 

The second that the forest green suited country singer had stepped off the stage, it was almost as though the entire crowd took a collective breath to steady themselves. You bit the inside of your cheek as a few girls started pushing against your back, your chest and hips pressing uncomfortably against the wooden stage. In a single millisecond the aura had completely shifted. A few older patrons began to walk away from the stage, but it did nothing to lessen the crowd. People began running across the fairgrounds to make it to the stage in time. 

Scotty and Bill stepped on stage, dragging their instruments along with them. Girls began gasping, whispering amongst themselves as they waited for Elvis to join them. “Have you seen his picture in the paper? He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!” “My friend lives in Shreveport and saw him at the Louisiana Hayride. She said she’s never seen anything like it.” You couldn’t keep the knowing smirk off of your lips. If they thought he was beautiful from a grainy picture alone, just wait until they saw the way that the music moved him. You pressed your hands against the top of the stage, Scotty and Bill flashing you a quick smile just before the crowd erupted with loud screams. It made your ears ring. Elvis jogged up on stage, guitar in hand. His bare arms flexed as he gently strummed the chords, stepping up to the mic. “It’s an honor to be able to play here for you all tonight.” He called over the loud screams and cries. There was something perversly satisfying about seeing the hold that he had over everyone, knowing good and well that you were the only person that has ever and will ever touch him. Not even in the girl’s wildest fantasies would they ever know what he was truly like behind closed doors. The eyeliner that had the girls swooning? You had put that on him yourself. The soft sheen to his lips? That was the lipstick that had transferred onto him from your mouth. 

The girls could hoot and holler all they wanted. You didn’t blame them one bit. You didn’t feel even a little jealous as they began calling his name, begging for even a shred of his attention, because you knew that he was yours. He knew it too. His eyes instantly scanned the crowd, his shoulders visibly relaxing when he finally found your form. After Elvis and the boys had given the crowd a few moments to quiet down, they began playing their first song. The sound of Elvis’s voice and the quick, near violent way he strummed his guitar was unlike anything that you had ever heard before. It had changed something inside of you. You could tell that the crowd was having the exact same reaction as they watched him, swaying to the sound of the music. Some girls looked like they might pass out, their faces going pale and their eyes growing glassy. This was the kind of music that concerned mothers and fathers warned their children about. Rock and roll. 

Elvis was rock and roll. It wasn’t just a type of music or a way of dressing for him. It was the way that he lived his life. It was a state of mind. It was a state of being. His hips and feet moved as though he was possessed by God himself. He may as well have been. You could feel the standup bass in your chest, and Elvis’s guitar in your throat. Your blood fizzled like champagne as you watched him, his eyes bluer than a summer sky, his bubblegum pink lips pulled taught against bright white teeth as he screamed into the mic. His eyes moved over the crowd, and suddenly he was on his knees, leaning back to look up at the night sky as his fingers flew over the neck of the guitar. 

You couldn’t help yourself as you reached out, no better than the screaming fans as you brushed your fingers over his thigh, needing to touch him. You didn’t know how, but he instantly looked at you, as if he could feel that you were the one touching him. His eyes burned as he took in the expression on your face, his lips curling back into a snarl. Girls distantly screamed behind you as they took in his expression. 

Something like this wouldn’t be romantic to some, but you melted against the stage, your torso leaning further against the hardwood. You were sure to have bruises tonight, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You needed to be closer closer closer. Your body ached for him. You could feel his guitar vibrating through you, his heavenly voice bringing back memories of last night. Of how he loved to press his lips against your ear to purr and moan. He wanted you to hear every heavy breath, every gasp, every preen- and as he practically laid himself out on that stage, girls trying to grab at whatever they could, he had never felt more yours. He grabbed your face in his hands for a split second before he was standing back up, moving over to the mic so that he could finish up the song. 

By the second song there were at least three pairs of panties on the stage, which both you and Elvis regarded with wide, humor filled smiles. 

Elvis sang with a violence that he never let shine through in his everyday life. He got up on that stage and sang for his mama, his daddy, you and God. He belted up to the heavens for the angels to hear. You could feel the damn near desperation as he swayed his body, his hair falling into his eyes, dripping with sweat. 

After the third song you felt as though you might faint yourself. You could barely breathe as girls continued to press against you- crushing your ribs against the stage. You were never the type of girl to follow instruction very well, so despite Elvis and even Gladys’s worries, you found yourself slipping through the crowd, breathing hard as you tore your way through the writhing bodies. Your eyes swept over the grounds, and you were quick to make your way over towards a refreshment tent. “Can I just get a cup of water?” The carnie recognized you as Elvis’s girl instantly, smiling as he saw your pink cheeks and shaky hands. You sat down on a nearby picnic table as you greedily gulped down the water. You could hear his voice from across the grounds, tapping your foot along to the beat as you tried to enjoy the last of his performance. 

“Whatcha doin’ over here alone?” You jumped as you heard a deep voice sound from right beside you. You had been so wrapped up in the music that you hadn’t even noticed someone approaching you. You blinked, turning around just to make sure that there wasn’t someone else behind you that the man must have been talking to. Alas, you were the only person in the vicinity. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend to get done performing.” You pointed to the stage, slowly placing the cup down on the table just in case you needed to quickly excuse yourself. He sat down beside you anyway, nodding his head slowly. The refreshment tent was a hundred feet away, and you were in an area with barely any lighting. You were beginning to become more aware of the precarious situation that you had somehow put yourself in. “Ah, right. I saw you walkin’ hand in hand with that scrawny musician.” Your eyes quickly narrowed as you stood up and off of the table. “I don’t take kindly to people bad mouthin’ my loved ones, ya understand? If a conversation was what you were lookin’ for, then find it elsewhere.” You spat, pointing over to another populated area. He blinked, seemingly taken aback by your bold nature. 

“Woah. . . you sure are loud for a tiny lil thing,” You took a step back as he stood up and off of the table himself, shoving his hands into his pockets as he gave you a once over. “Maybe you shouldn’t go ‘round dressin’ like that if ya don’t want strangers approachin’.” You could have socked the man right in the face. You began shaking with anger, clenching your fists at your sides. “What does my outfit have anythin’ to do with you unnecessarily runnin’ your mouth? Did ya think you insultin’ my boyfriend would make me interested in you? Hah!” You let out a loud, humorless laugh. “Like I said earlier; move along.” You shooed him off, reaching out for your water cup. You let out a scream as he grabbed you roughly by the wrist, your shoulder cracking as he roughly yanked you forward. “Watch yer mouth, girlie.” He spoke to you through clenched teeth, his eyes wide and wild. You swallowed thickly, fear hitting you like a freight train. You could distantly hear your boyfriend working the crowd, your stomach flipping anxiously as you realized he was about to get off stage and realize you weren’t there to greet him. 

“Let go of me. Rough housin’ with a lady out in public like this isn’t very gentlemanly.” You tried to yank your sore arm back to your side, but he didn’t let go. He added even more pressure, and you cried out in pain as you realized that he was damn near close to breaking it. “I don’t let women boss me ‘round.” His free hand moved up to your hair, his fingers gripping roughly as he jerked your head back. Was he about to kiss you? Touch you? 

You were unable to run now, and so you knew that the only option you had was to get someone’s attention. Anyone’s. “Help!” You screamed, your eyes prickling with tears as you tried to move your head in the man’s hold, hoping to avoid whatever he was planning to do with you. A beat passed before you finally sucked in another breath, screaming again. “Elvis!” Your boyfriend had been speaking into the microphone, but the second that you had called his name he went silent. You could distantly hear a loud clatter and a few females calling out his name, but you were too focused on the older man’s face to pay attention to much else. He was dragging you further into the darkness by your hair, and you stumbled blindly forward, reaching your arms out to push as hard as you could against his chest, even going as far as to bang your fist against his shoulders in the hopes of somehow fighting him off. 

It all happened so fast, you didn’t even have time to blink. You stumbled backwards, the breath being knocked from your lungs as you hit the grass. Hard. You could hear a tussle behind you, and you blinked back tears as you slowly sat up. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. The red faced stranger had been pushed back against the picnic table, pinned there, and your boyfriend stood above him, muscles bulging as he gripped him by the front of his shirt, wailing on him with his right arm. Again and again he connected his fist with the man’s face, his teeth clenched, the veins in his arms bulging as he let out a deep, guttural scream. Elvis had somehow, by the grace of god, heard your voice over a hundred screaming girls and came running to your rescue. A loud sob escaped your throat as both relief and pain overcame you. The pitiful sound only spurred him on. 

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Ya hear me? You’re dead!” Elvis’s deep voice called, a small crowd already beginning to form. You tried to stand up on shaky legs, embarrassment flooding your veins as you realized what kind of a state you were in. “E-Elvis. . . He’s had enough, baby!” 

Elvis had been pushed around and beat on his entire life for looking and being the way that he was. Over the years he had learned how to fight. How to win. He might have been smaller than the brute, but it wasn’t the size that mattered in this case. No- it was the skill and ferocity that your boyfriend possessed. That and the white hot rage. Elvis’s eyes were wild as he stared down at him, not letting up even for a second. The man had tried to push back against the ebony haired musician, but the blows to the head had kept him in a dazed state. Elvis’s gaudy golden ring made contact with the man’s temple again and again. The crowd began to part as a few men broke through, moving to try and pull your man off of the assailant. “You’re killin’ him, Elvis! Stop! Please, for the love of God!” At the sound of your distress he was quick to let go, shrugging the men’s hands off of him as he quickly made his way over to you. “Hey, hey. Talk to me darlin’. What happened.” His eyes flickered over your face wildly as he panicked. He stopped himself from reaching out for you when he realized his knuckles were caked in blood, wiping them off on his white pants. He brushed your hair off of your sweaty forehead, pressing his own forehead against your cheek, desperate to have you against him. To hear your breath and feel your heart beating against his chest. You could hear people trying to disperse the crowd, but you paid no mind to them. You kept your eyes locked on Elvis's shoulder as you fought off the urge to cry. “Talk to me, baby. You’re shakin’ like a leaf.” You gulped down deep breaths, finally moving your hands to grip onto his shirt. You rubbed your fingers against the lace, feeling his warm skin beneath. It soothed you. Helped you to stop your panicking. 

“EP. You take the car back to the motel. We’ll just ride with Jimmie and Hank back.” You heard Scotty’s voice beside you. Elvis slowly untangled one of his arms from your form, shoving the keys in his now ruined pants. “Let’s get to the car. Can you do that? Can you walk, sweet heart?” He purred, pulling away to look at your face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, sucking in a hard breath as he noticed your tear caked face and wide teary eyes. His chest began to rise and fall quickly as he took deep breath after deep breath. “I should have gutted him.” You were quick to shake your head, stumbling back as you pulled him with you by his shirt. “L-Let’s just go okay? I wanna go.” You needed to get the hell out of there as fast as you could. Even if someone else had already come by and picked the stranger up. Even if you knew you were now well protected- it didn’t matter. You needed to go back to the motel room so that you could break down without having everybody’s eyes on you. You were sure that this fight would only add to Elvis’s sordid reputation as well. You were. . . you were just mortified. Elvis kept his arm tightly around you as he walked you through the fairgrounds, allowing you to tuck your head into his throat. He continued to mumble sweet words into your ear as the two of you made your way out into the car lot. Elvis helped you into the bright yellow car, going as far as to make sure you were well situated before moving on over to the drivers side. 

The car ride was silent. He didn’t even turn on the radio, which was rare for him. You rolled down the window, letting the wind whip your hair back and cool your hot face. By the time the two of you had made it back to the room you had already started to calm down. With the panic and adrenaline now out of your system, you could feel how badly your arm hurt. You kept your mouth shut about it, knowing that Elvis would probably tear the room apart in his haste to find the man responsible. He was being so sweet and tentative towards you, but you could tell that he was barely hanging on to his sanity. He’d always gone out of his way to watch over you. This wasn’t the first guy he’d gotten in a fight with over you. . . but never had it been this bad. Never. 

After you had told Elvis the entire story, save for the part where you were sure that you’d torn a muscle in your shoulder, he just sat there on the bed in silence. For a second you were sure that he was going to react with more anger, but you would have been wrong. Your lips parted as you watched his blue eyes fill with tears. After a few seconds he let out a loud sob, his body shaking as he practically caved in on himself. Never in your entire life had you ever seen him so upset. He began rubbing his own arms with his hands, as if to comfort himself, to get himself to stop crying. Not even your own loving hands and soothing words could stop him. His body was wracked with sobs as he pulled his knees up to his chest, pressing his forehead against the tops of his thighs. “Baby? Baby what’s wrong?” You gripped him by the chin, gently leaning his head back so that you could look at him. The mascara had begun running down his cheeks, his eyelashes clumping together. His lip quivered as he tried to get the words out because another loud hiccup shook his shoulders. “I don’t deserve you. I-I can’t live with myself after a-all of that happened.” He wiped at his eyes, only smearing the makeup even more. 

If you thought his eyes had looked blue before, now they looked like sapphires. 

Burning bright. Burning sad. 

“It’s not your fault, hun. None of that was your fault. I-I. . . I moved away from the crowd. I’m the one to blame.” He shook his head, his jaw going slack. 

“Are you insane, y/n? You’re my girl. My baby,” He dropped his legs so that he could bang his hand against his chest to emphasize the words. “It’s my job to keep you safe. Keep you takin’ care of. I was up there singin’ like a fool while you were havin’ your hair ripped out of your little head. I promised your daddy. . . your mama that I was goin’ to look after you until the day that i died, and look what happened under my watch.” You could have started crying yourself. He was shakin’, his eyes wide, cheeks stained and streaked with mascara and eyeliner.

If you had thought that he looked like a God up on that stage, now he looked like a fallen angel. 

“You couldn’t have known any of that was gonna happen. You did the best that you cou-” “Well my best isn’t damn good enough!” You jerked back as he screamed, watching as his hands moved up to his head, gripping- yanking- at his hair. In front of you sat a man who had spent his whole life doing for others. He financially provided for his parents, even during high school. He worked three jobs just to put food on the table and gas in his daddy’s car, all while counting pennies to buy himself a coke from the corner store. He felt like he had to watch over everyone he loved. That their happiness and safety relied on him. 

“You’re perfect and you’re mine.” You reached out, holding him against yourself so tightly that you were sure one of your rib cages were sure to break. ‘Fuck it’, you thought. ‘Let it shatter’. “There isn’t anything you could have done to prevent it, baby. All I can say is that imma be careful from now on. I won’t leave your side. Not ever again.” He was pulling on your clothes, pulling on your hair, clutching you to him like he was scared that you might dissipate into thin air. You let him claw at you- dig his calloused fingers into your soft skin. “Please. Please never leave me. I-I can’t take it.” 

If you had ever questioned whether or not Elvis truly loved you, you sure as hell never would again. The man was practically destroying himself over a situation that he had no control over, all because you had gotten hurt. “Never. I’m not goin’ anywhere, darlin’.” That was all he needed to hear. In the blink of an eye he had you pinned down to the bed, his hands clumsily fumbling with the bottom of your dirt stained dress. “E-Elvis! What are you doin’?” You tried grabbing his hands to stop him, but he was a man on a mission. “Let me make it up to you.” Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly as his fingers found your panties. He was tearing them off of you in a second. “T-There’s nothing to make up for! Let me love on you, for Christ’s sake. You need to calm down.” His eyes flickered back up to meet yours, and he sniffled softly, his jaw clenching and unclenching. His eyes were hard, but no longer teary. “I am calm. I just. . . I feel like I can’t breathe if I’m not touchin’ you right now. So let me. . . let me touch you.” Your eyes fluttered as you looked up at him, his gaze hard, bordering on animalistic. It was as if you had been transported back to his show. His hand gripping your face, eyes boring into your own as he moved just for you. You worshiped him just as he worshiped you. Elvis Presley was one of a kind. No one had ever been born like him before, and nobody ever would be even after he was gone. You were sure of it. 

He pushed your skirt up and over your hips, kissing down your body as though he could absorb the fear that you had felt earlier. He usually liked to tease you in order to get you worked up, but he didn’t tonight. No- His lips and tongue lapped you up like you were made of honey, and when his eyes flickered up to meet yours from between your legs, he beheld you as if you were some glittery, golden thing. His fingers brushed up your body, cupping your breast through your dress, working your already hardening nipples with his fingers. You cried out, back arching as the pleasure steadily began to build. 

He pulled at the neckline of your stained dress, his tongue running all the way up from your entrance to your clit- slow slow slow. His eyebrows furrowed, humming as he tasted you. He cupped your now freed breasts, pinching the nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. 

You were panting so hard you were sure that you might pass out. Your hand gripped hard at the sheets as he continued to work your clit over with his tongue, his eyes falling shut as he savored you. His thick, long lashes casted shadows on his cheeks. Every once and a while they would flutter, like the beating of a butterfly's wings. In the dull lamp light of the dingy motel room, covered in dirt and grass stains, you felt your heart swell to the point of bursting. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared up at the ceiling, your plush lips parting as a sob ripped from your throat. 

You were wracked with both pleasure and a crippling sense of hope. You loved this man more than anything else. You’d love him in this life, in the next life, and into whatever came next. 

He was everything. 

And on cue the man’s free hand found yours, which had been tangled up in the sheets. He intertwined his fingers, gripping you tight. You weren’t sure why- but that was what pushed you over the edge. You dug the back of your head into the mattress as you climaxed, eyes squeezing shut. His hand moved from your breasts to your thigh, holding it to the side so that he could continue his attack, riding you through your orgasm. He didn’t stop there. Your free hand tangled into his hair, chanting his name as though it was some ancient spell. Your body quivered against him, thighs naturally trying hard to squeeze together, to stop him from continuing to push you over the edge. He didn’t stop, his tongue focusing on your bundle of nerves. Before you knew it you were building up all over again, your cunt dripping with slick and spit, and quite possibly tears. You didn’t know. You didn’t care. 

You weren’t even sure if you were speaking coherently when you climaxed for the second time. You thought that you were praising him, telling him how pretty he was and how good, but you couldn’t be sure. His tongue slowly slid down to your entrance, lazily lapping up your cum before he sat up on shaky knees, pupils blown out, cheeks pink. 

His lips were shining in the low light, and he was quick to lick them, as if he needed to swallow every last drop of you, like it was some precious nectar. The kind that someone only got to taste once in a lifetime. After he had finally caught his breath he laid down next to you, hanging one of his arms over the side of the bed as he stared at your face. His eyes were impossibly soft, his face still wet with tears. “I love seein’ you like this.” His voice was gruff, thick with lust and something else. Something even more beautiful. “What? All sweaty and quiverin’?” You attempted to tease, but you were still breathing too hard for the joke to really land. “No. . . no-” he raised a hand up, pushing your hair off of your forehead. 

“I love seeing you in love with me.” 

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Our Song Bird

—£ Yan!Class 1A x Pop!Singer!Reader

—£ Ask: ‘YAn CLASS 1A WITH KPOP IDOL READER’ with this one I went with just a famous singer, not familiar with kpop. And yes, I got permission to change it! @serxinns who asks this was!

—£ Warnings: Stalking, Yandere Behavior, Obsession, Short Story, Slight!dark themes? Idk, but really.

The class is stunned when you enter the class room and they all stare at you. They know that shiny hair, lips and eyes and stunning features anywhere. The famous Y/n, the singer/song writer who they all had posters of.

The girls squeal in excitement and feel their cheeks flush with heat and their head getting light. The boys blush at how cute you look.

Even Bakugo who claims he doesn’t listen to pop music but he secretly has all your albums and music videos you are in- Even hides a poster he bought that was signed.

The public never knew your quirk because you kept it well hidden so it surprised them all to see you here. As a new classmate.

You knew joining would make you the center of attention but Aizawa promised to keep it at bay…But they all couldn’t help it. They swarmed around you to ask everything about your quirk and why you decided to join (Or to sign their merch)

The thing is that they already had a crush on you and now you are near them…Makes them go crazy. They get to be near one of the most famous person in Japan, the cutest person they ever saw with a voice of a god.

They protect you from everyone else in the school and let no one even get to look at you, they circle around you.

They also love when you sing and they just stare in awe and watch you closely.

It’s easy to turn on their charm to make you trust them so their red flags get blown pass you. They are just a lot to handle and it’s probably a you problem, it’s not them!

Their obsession gets worse that they start to have more and more things with your face pop up. Or, they steal your perfume/cologne and spray it own their own things.

The internet freaks out when you post less and less and the only time you post is with your friends. They make sure to that only they get to see what you do.

“Dumbass, you need to focus on your studies instead of posting shit all damn day.”

They follow you around everywhere, and I mean everywhere. They are always in the shadows to watch you closely when you think your alone.

Weeks go by and you notice you start to lose things more and no matter how hard you look they are no where to be found. When you ask them about it they just shrug and say nothing helpful.

“You’re probably just forgetful, I know how much your brain thinks.” Ochako pokes you forhead, “Have so much in there it’s make you so clumsy too.”

“Have you looked under your bed? I lose things all the time down there.” Denki laughs and goes back to what he was doing.

If you happen to have been in a group/band they would cut you off from them slowly then all the way. They see them as a threat and are glady to blackmail the members to leave you alone.

When you hum to yourself you always have a feeling of being watched. And you are right, they are somewhere and taking a video of you to listen to later

Their brains start to actually think they are dating you.

“Can’t believe I get to date Y/n L/n.”

Slowly start to get more touchy with you and make you stay attached to their hips. You are cut off from singing anywhere else then in the dorms or for them.

“Our little song bird, can’t believe we are so lucky.” Mina gushed and rubbed her cheek against yours. “Such a cutie!”

A group of fans get their chance and don’t let it slip…No matter how darning it is. Or if you want it.

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The Girl He Left Behind [Part Two]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 6144 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught, 

Notes: This is gonna be several parts and its gon be sad so don’t say I didnt warn ya

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When Elvis awoke the next morning he was exhausted. He’d spent most of the night thinking about that girl, trying to place her in his life somewhere. The more he thought about it the more he forced his body to cling on, refusing to fall asleep, as if he weren’t the problem here - his memory was.  He recognised her from somewhere, he just didn’t know where. 

Eventually, in the early hours, his body succumbed, and he fell into a fitful slumber which meant that when it was finally time to get up he felt no more rested than when he had gone to bed. He sighed and climbed out of bed, heading to the bathroom so he could shower. As he let the warm water wash over him he tried to put her out of his mind. He tried to tell himself that the only reason he was bothered about her is because he got her fired. That it was his fault. And every time his mind wandered to those intoxicating hazel eyes or her supple lips, even when she was scowling at him, he pulled himself back. 

‘You just want to right a wrong, that’s all,’ he thought as he tried to put her out of his mind. He couldn’t focus on her right now, it was getting him nowhere. Once he was showered he headed downstairs where he found his Mama and Daddy sitting in the dining room. 

‘Mornin’ Mama,’ he said as he entered the dining room throwing his arm around her and pulling her into his side as he placed a kiss on the top of her head.  ‘Morning baby,’ she smiled as he moved to sit down opposite her. ‘Mornin’ son,’ Vernon said from behind the paper he was reading.  ‘Oh, Boobie you look awful,’ she said as he got settled, picking up a piece of toast and starting to butter it.  ‘Gee thanks Satnin,’ he chuckled but his mother merely looked on with worry. ‘What time did you go to bed? You went up as soon as you got home,’ she said raising an eyebrow. Elvis noted the way Vernon’s paper dipped just a little before it returned to where it had been, masking his face. His mother was a bloodhound whenever it came to him keeping secrets. 

‘Couldn’t sleep,’ Elvis shrugged munching on his toast and hoping that it would supply him some thinking time.  ‘How come?’ she said. She was holding her coffee cup with both hands, her elbows on the table, as she watched him over it awaiting a response. ‘It’s a long story Mama,’ he said.  ‘I ain’t got no place to be,’ she said making Elvis sigh. So much for not thinking about her. He took another bite of toast and forced it down before he wiped his hands and shrugged, ‘my night kinda sucked.’ ‘You didn’t get hurt, did you? I told you those fun fairs aren’t safe. Coming into town and throwin’ the rides together before they rip ‘em apart and move along,’ Gladys said shaking her head. ‘It wasn’t the fair Mama. It was me,’ he said, ‘I-I-I got someone fired…and I feel awful bad about it.’ ‘Fired?’ Vernon said lowering his paper properly as the conversation seemingly piqued his interest. ‘Well there must have been a reason Boobie,’ Gladys said with a sympathetic smile. ‘Yeah my date got involved,’ Elvis grumbled earning a look from both of his parents as if encouraging him to elaborate. So, he did. He explained the full story until there was nothing left to tell. 

‘I just feel like the only reason she got fired was because of me. You should’ve seen that slime-ball of a boss trying to schmooze me,’ he said his face pulling back with disgust. ‘Maybe,’ Gladys said, ‘but maybe your date was right. Maybe she was stealing and in that case it’s nobody’s fault but her own.’ ‘That’s the thing, Mama,’ he said looking at her with sad eyes, ‘I don’t think she did steal it. Not really and now she’s no job because of me.’ ‘I’m sure she’ll fall on her feet. The Lord works in mysterious ways,’ she said. Elvis nodded. He knew that better than most. The odds of him getting the career he wanted and being able to provide for his family the way he had were one in a million and he’d done it. Maybe she would be fine.

 But Elvis couldn’t help himself. 

‘I just feel like I know her or something,’ he said, ‘I don’t know what it is but she was awfully familiar.’ ‘You meet thousands of people every month,’ Vernon said, ‘bound to be some of them knockin’ about in your memory.’ ‘Yeah, I guess,’ Elvis said.  ‘Pay no mind to it, sweetheart. No use worrying about things you can’t change,’ Gladys said with an air of finality. Though he didn’t quite agree with his mother’s outlook he nodded anyway, no energy left in him to get into a debate.

‘Now,’ she smiled, ‘do you want anything else to eat?

Elvis nodded and watched as she rose out of her chair and bustled away to the kitchen in order to make him some breakfast. Once she was gone he sighed and fell back into his chair. Maybe she was right. Maybe he just needed to drop it. But that was easier said than done.

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Over the next few days he managed to put it out of his mind almost completely. His mama was right. He couldn’t change what had happened and it wasn’t on him to fix everything. After all, Cindy could’ve been telling the truth and in that case it was no one’s fault but her own. As the week finally rolled into the weekend he started to come out of his head. The Colonel had booked him two shows so he didn’t have time to think about anything and when Sunday rolled around he was relieved to have a little downtime. 

He and the boys played football in the yard and rode go-karts before the oncoming autumn air made it a little too chilly to stay outside which forced the group to migrate downstairs to the basement. Once the drinks and snacks were flowing and the pool table racked up Elvis found that his worries had completely evaporated from his mind. His biggest focus at that moment was whatever Red was trying to talk him into for the night. 

‘I’m just sayin’ the Memphian might be a better option than the rink,’ Red said as he leaned on his pool cue. Elvis was almost lying on top of the table trying to line up the perfect shot, one that would pot the black and make him win.  ‘We went to the movies last week,’ Elvis said, ‘ain’t no new pictures out.’ ‘No, but we could watch an old one,’ Red said. Elvis glanced at him before he thrust his cue forward and sunk the black ball, completing the game. Red didn’t even seem to care that he was beaten carrying on their conversation as if nothing had happened, ‘how about that new Hitchcock flick?’ ‘The one you talked all the way through?’ Elvis asked raising an eyebrow as he lay his cue against the table and moved to start retrieving the balls out of it. Red shifted his weight as he watched him, apparently not having an answer to his friend’s question. Elvis sighed as he racked up the balls in the triangle, arranging for another game. Then, as they were aligned, he nodded for Red to hand over the cue to someone else. 

Red moved back and offered his cue to Jerry who had been watching them intently from the side-lines. The young boy jumped up and took the cue from Red without a word. Elvis moved to take the first shot, breaking the balls apart but potting none. As Jerry moved around the table trying to weigh up which angle to take Elvis moved out of his way and rested his arm on the top of his cue, his chin above it, as he looked at Red. 

‘What’s her name?’ he asked after a moment. ‘What?’ Red asked going a little pink across the cheeks.  ‘The girl you’re tryna impress,’ Elvis smirked, ‘what’s her name?’  ‘Anna,’ Red said with a wry smile. Elvis chuckled.  ‘And how long was it before you slipped in the fact that we get the whole movie theatre to ourselves?’ Elvis said.  Red rubbed the back of his neck, ‘well-’ ‘About forty-five seconds,’ Sonny said from the couch he was sitting on.  ‘Figures,’ Elvis smirked as he moved to take his shot now Jerry had had his turn.  ‘Come on man,’ Red said, ‘I ask for so little.’ ‘Yeah, how else is he supposed to get girls? His looks?’ Sonny ribbed.  ‘That’s a good point,’ Elvis said as if he was contemplating his decisions though he was just enjoying the way Red squirmed. Finally, he relented and said, ‘fine. We can go.’  ‘Amazing, thanks man,’ Red said coming around to clap Elvis on the shoulder. Elvis nodded chuckling as he watched Red head upstairs, no doubt to sort out the plans for tonight as well as phone his newest beau.

‘Let’s just hope his date goes better than yours huh EP?’ Gene said. Elvis froze, just for a moment and unnoticeable to his friends, as the memory of his last date flashed behind his eyes. ‘Yeah,’ he mumbled.  ‘What’s this?’ Marty said. He’d missed out on going with them to the fair and the idea of a story he wasn’t part of had gotten his attention.  ‘Nuthin’,’ Elvis shrugged.  ‘EP’s date got some waitress fired,’ Sonny said.  ‘Geez,’ Marty said, ‘was she givin’ you a little extra service or sumthin’?’ ‘He wishes,’ Sonny said.  ‘It wasn’t anything like that,’ Elvis said, rolling his eyes as the boys chuckled.  ‘Yeah, she got caught stealing,’ Jerry said sensing Elvis’ annoyance.  ‘She wasn’t stealing, I mean at least I don’t-’ Elvis started before an idea popped into his head and he turned to look properly at Jerry, ‘wait, how do you know? You weren’t there.’

‘Oh,’ Jerry said standing up and leaning against his cue, ‘I heard about it...at school.’ ‘What is my business the talk of the schoolyard at Memphis Catholic High now?’ Elvis said coolly.  ‘Not by me,’ Jerry said quickly, ‘but my friend was talking about it. That girl’s friends with his sister and she was pissed. Cussin’ you out all over the shop, well that’s what my friend said anyway…’ ‘Wait you know her?’ Elvis said his irritation suddenly melting away. Maybe him being the talk of the school wasn’t such a bad thing. Not if it meant he could actually make amends.  ‘Kinda, I mean we ain’t friends or nuthin’,’ Jerry shrugged, ‘she’s a year or so above me but I’ve seen her around.’ ‘What’s her name?’ Elvis said hurriedly. Jerry looked at him, his eyes wide. His information had gotten Elvis’ attention but the way he was looking at him made him wonder why he was so excited. It had gotten others’ attention too as they were all looking at Elvis and Jerry now. 

‘Addison,’ Jerry said. ‘Addison what?’ Elvis asked. ‘Goodwin,’ Jerry said, but the words were no sooner out of his mouth before Elvis was launching himself upstairs ignoring the shouts of his friends as they pried for an explanation. He was hurrying up the stairs his mind whirring. He knew he was right. He just had to make sure. As he hurtled out of the basement he met his mama in the hallway, almost knocking her off her feet. She grabbed a hold of his arms and slowed him down. ‘Woah,’ she said, ‘where’s the fire?’  ‘Where’s Daddy?’ he asked trying to peek around her to see if he could see his dad anywhere close by. ‘He’s on the back porch reading why?’ she asked before he took off again. ‘Where are those photo albums? The old ones,’ he said as he headed towards the stairs.  ‘In the office, I think, baby, what’s gotten into you!?’ she said but he wasn’t listening. Instead, he was climbing the stairs two at a time until he reached the office and closed the door behind him. He went to a large bookshelf which housed so many files and folders he could barely make sense of it until his eyes locked onto a small stack of photo albums. He reached for one and threw it open. There were pictures of him as a baby, a couple of him at school, and then more and more of him and his parents amongst their friends and family at various gatherings. He skimmed through them until finally he found what he was looking for. 

There, on the page in front of him, was an old black-and-white photo of him and a girl. Elvis looked to be about eight and the girl much younger. He was holding her up, smiling at the camera, but she was pouting and pointing at whoever was taking the snap. And there underneath the photo in his mother’s neat handwriting was a caption.

Elvis and Addie, 1943. 

His fingers traced over the picture as if he was trying to connect his brain to the memory of that day, but it didn’t come. The photo was too grainy but the girl was definitely the right age and her attitude in that photo seemed just as large as it had the other night. He closed the book and placed it back on the shelf before he trotted downstairs and out to the back porch. His father was sitting in his favourite chair, his legs up on the table and a cigarette in his mouth, as he read the paper. Elvis dropped down into the seat beside him which made Vernon fold his paper forward as if he anticipated Elvis would want his undivided attention. 

‘What’s the matter?’ Vernon said.  ‘I need your help,’ Elvis said.  ‘Okay,’ he said putting the paper down properly and sitting up in his chair, ‘this wouldn’t have anything to do with the stroke you almost gave your Mama flying about this house, would it?’  ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘you remember that guy you used to work with?’  ‘Narrow it down a bit son,’ Vernon chuckled. ‘Back at the old house. Joe…’ Elvis said determined not to lead his father. He wanted to make sure. ‘Goodwin?’ Vernon asked. Bingo. The facts were coming together like stars aligning. Him recognising her. Jerry giving him her name. The baby picture. Her dad. It all fit.  ‘Yeah, he had a daughter, right?’ Elvis said. ‘Yeah,’ Vernon chuckled, ‘a right little madam.’ ‘Her name was Addison, right?’ Elvis continued.  ‘Yeah, son, what’s all this about?’ Vernon asked confused.  ‘She’s the girl I got fired the other day,’ Elvis said. Vernon’s eyebrows skittered upwards before he said, ‘well, you didn’t know.’ ‘No,’ Elvis said, ‘I didn’t but I told you I knew her and now I know I do I can’t just let her be in trouble cos of me. Right?’  ‘I guess,’ Vernon said, ‘but just because you knew someone what, ten years ago doesn’t mean you owe them anything son.’ ‘Doesn’t it? I mean you and Joe used to be really good friends,’ Elvis said his voice dropping just a touch as he remembered just why his family had fallen out of touch with their friends from that time, ‘I mean, hell, if we hadn’t have had to move away we could still be living in that part of town.’ ‘I suppose you’ve got a point,’ Vernon said, ‘but how are you going to put this right?’ ‘I don’t know maybe I can get her a job somewhere…I just need to speak to her first,’ Elvis said looking at his father expectantly.  ‘What you think I’ve got her number?’ his father chuckled though it faded as he noted the serious way Elvis was looking at him, his puppy dog eyes never faltering, ‘I mean I haven’t spoken to her dad in ten years…but I suppose I can find out somehow.’ ‘Thanks Daddy,’ Elvis said standing up with a smile now plastered on his face.  ‘No problem,’ Vernon said picking up his paper with a sigh. He needed to make some calls but for now, he was going to finish his paper. 

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When Elvis went downstairs the day after he found his daddy and Dodger sitting at the dining room table and he sat down just as his mama came in with a full plate of sandwiches and chips.

‘I thought I heard you moving around upstairs so I made plenty,’ she said as she placed them on the table. ‘Thanks Mama,’ Elvis replied as he put his arm around her in a one-armed hug before letting her go and grabbing a couple of sandwiches and his own plate, tucking in once his mother had moved to sit at the head of the table.

‘And I thought since you’re home tonight we could have brisket, what do you think?’ she asked. Elvis nodded; his mouth too full of sandwich to agree. Once he crammed down a mouthful, he wiped his face with the back of his hand and said, ‘you manage to do any diggin’ Daddy?’  Vernon looked up feeling all eyes fall on him, ‘yeah.’ ‘Great, so?’ Elvis asked. ‘I didn’t get a phone number,’ he said as he produced a small piece of paper from his pocket, ‘but I got an address.’ ‘Excellent. Are you free this afternoon?’ Elvis said making his mother sigh. He turned his eyes from his daddy to find her watching him with a face that looked like she was sucking a lemon. Knowing there was something more to it he said, ‘what?’

‘I just don’t know why you’re bothering,’ she shrugged. ‘Because I got her fired,’ Elvis said as if it were obvious.  ‘And? Are you gonna bail out everyone you come into contact with? I mean we haven’t seen this girl for what? Ten years?’ ‘So? It’s the right thing to do Mama,’ Elvis said.  ‘I’m just sayin’. When was the last time folks from that side of town helped us? Where were they when-’ ‘Daddy was in the slammer?’ Elvis questioned making his mother’s mouth clamp shut, ‘look I ain’t doing this because I wanna be seen as some hero. I’m doing it because I can’t help but feel bad that I made her lose her job especially now I know that we used to be friends.’ ‘We were real good friends. I mean that girl damn near lived with us when your daddy and hers were working nights and her mama was God knows where,’ Gladys said refusing to look at him and instead busying herself pulling the crust off the sandwich on her plate.

‘Exactly,’ Elvis said softly, ‘besides you know folks on that side of town had their own stuff to worry about let alone ours.’  ‘True,’ Gladys said finally looking up at him, ‘I guess one good deed won’t do any harm.’ ‘Sure won’t,’ Elvis chuckled softly, ‘wanna come with us?’  ‘Not today baby,’ she said with a smile that seemed a little weak. ‘You alright?’ he asked with a frown. His mother nodded and waved him off. ‘Fine,’ she said, ‘you just eat up. And if you’re going gallivanting just make sure you’re back in time for supper, okay?’ ‘Of course,’ he said and then he took another bite of his sandwich making his mama chuckle. 

Once lunch was over and everything packed away Elvis spent some time watching TV since Jerry had told him she would be at school he figured there would be no point in hauling his ass to the other side of town for her not to be home. After what felt like hours of waiting it time to leave and he and his father climbed into the Cadillac and set off. As the city started leaving the scenery of his new normal and descended into that of his childhood Elvis felt an odd feeling overcome him. 

He was fortunate to live in a house like he did but he remembered his old home just as well. He remembered how it ran excruciatingly hot in the summer and draughty in the winter. He remembered playing in the street with his friends. He remembered how the girls from his elementary would run away from him in the schoolyard in fear he might kiss them; something that would never happen these days [if anything, he was the one doing the running]. It was nice to think of but also sad in a way. Perhaps that was why he was so intent on helping Addison. To know that he’d not left that life behind completely.

Eventually, they pulled up outside a house. It was small, with a front porch that appeared to be nothing more than an overhang and a small yard that was cordoned off from the next property by an ugly chain link fence. In comparison to the houses around it, this one looked in relatively good shape but even so the Cadillac was sure to stand out in this neighbourhood.

‘This the place?’ Elvis said looking at his Daddy in the passenger seat.  ‘This is what I’ve got,’ Vernon said showing him the piece of paper. Elvis threw one more glance at the house and then nodded and turned the car off before they climbed out and moved around to the front of the house, his eyes roving over every inch of it. From the car it had looked put together but now he was up close there were signs of wearing. The garden was tidy but weeds grew throughout the grass, trimmed but not removed so that you wouldn’t notice them on a glance. The shutters on the windows were weathered and paintwork itself looked as though it could do with a fresh coat. Yet none of that was what Elvis noticed. The thing that struck him the most, the thing that made him nervous, was that it looked deserted and if that were true his goal of apologising to Addison would go up in smoke. After an uneasy look the pair opened the gate and walked up the front porch until they were standing in front of the screen door. Elvis cleared his throat and knocked tentatively. 

At first, there was no movement, that worry inside him mounting for a moment, but as he went to knock again the door swung open.

‘If you’ve come for your money I ain’t got-’ came the voice as it landed in front of him. Addison. She looked different than the last time he had seen her. Her light brown hair was down and she was wearing a fitting black dress. Though like the last time he had seen her, her expression went quickly from neutral to annoyance as she said, ‘oh, it’s you.’

‘Hey,’ Elvis said as she swung the screen door open so they could see one another properly. She leaned against the doorjamb and placed her hand on her hip as she eyed him closely. ‘What are you doing here?’ she said.  ‘You’re Addison, right?’ he said, ‘Addison Goodwin.’ ‘And you’re Elvis Presley. Good to know we’ve covered the whole name thing,’ she said just as Vernon stepped out of his son’s shadow. She stood up once he came into view smoothing out her dress unconsciously, ‘Vernon?’

‘Addie is that you?’ he said. He had clearly heard the way she had ‘greeted’ his son, but he seemed not to care as he beamed a smile at her. ‘Yeah it’s me,’ she said as he leaned in to give her a somewhat awkward hug, ‘what are you doing here?’  ‘Well Elvis told me about the run in the pair of you had and I figured we needed to make amends,’ he smiled the lie flowing effortlessly off of his tongue. Addison nodded, folding her arms across her chest as she did so.  ‘Yeah, well there was no need to come all the way down here,’ she said, ‘it’s really nothing and my dad’s not here anyway so…’ ‘Well can we at least talk about it?’ Elvis said looking at her with pleading blue eyes. Her own hazel ones bore back into them as if trying to weigh up what to do. Elvis didn’t doubt that if his dad wasn’t there she would’ve told him to get lost but his presence was making her hesitate. Then her eyes seemed to drift past him, and he scanned behind him to find people across the street eyeing them and whispering. He knew the caddy would draw attention. Addison seemed to notice it too because when he turned back to her she was chewing on her lip nervously.

‘Fine, come in,’ she said turning and allowing them to enter. He stepped inside and found himself already in the living room. It was small, even smaller due to the fact that there had been an attempt to make it into a dining room too. A small couch and tv set made up one half of the room with a dining table and mismatched chairs on the other side. The kitchen was split off by an archway and beyond it were a couple of doors he could only imagine were bedrooms and bathrooms. Addison gestured to the couch where he and Vernon both took a seat, she instead perched on the arm of an old armchair. She stayed quiet as they both got themselves situated and eventually looked up to find her watching them both. 

‘So…’ she said after a moment. ‘So it’s been a while huh?’ Vernon said sidestepping the awkwardness with a jovial tone. ‘Ten-ish years,’ she said. ‘Oh, so you must be what fifteen?’ ‘Seventeen,’ she corrected. ‘Wow, it doesn’t seem two minutes since you were this big,’ he said gesturing to somewhere just above his knee, ‘and you and Elvis would play in our yard all day.’ ‘That’s cos your yard was better than ours,’ she said with a small smile. Elvis watched her intently. She wasn’t looking at him but the way she looked when her mask slipped, even just a little, was beautiful. And suddenly he was thankful for his dad being there. Without him, he may have already been on his way home. 

‘How long has your family lived here?’ ‘A few years,’ she said. ‘I mean I can’t believe your dad would sell up. He loved that house,’ Vernon said. ‘Well, sometimes you gotta right?’ she shrugged. Elvis was watching her closely but she seemed determined not to catch his eyes.  ‘I suppose that’s true. I mean we moved from the courts when Elvis started getting big. I mean it just made more sense what with girls outside day in and-’ ‘I don’t mean to be rude,’ she said cutting Vernon off in his tracks, ‘but what do you guys want?’

‘Well, I just came to tell you how sorry I was about getting you fired,’ Elvis said simply. Now she looked at him. ‘It’s no big deal. I mean it’s some stupid job at a carnival. Hardly a budding career, is it?’ she said sarcastically. ‘Still, I can’t imagine it was what you wanted,’ Elvis said earnestly.  ‘Well, thanks for your apology but you didn’t need to come all the way down here,’ she said standing up and gesturing to the door but Elvis didn’t move. He couldn’t make himself, he was too intrigued by her. ‘Well, I wanted to see if there was anything I could do for you,’ he said.  ‘I don’t need a handout,’ she scoffed folding her arms across her chest.  ‘It wouldn’t be a handout,’ Elvis said with a huff. This girl was getting under his skin. Why wouldn’t she just let him help her? ‘So what would it be?’ she said. ‘A job, a reference, anything,’ he said standing up too. Vernon stayed sitting watching the pair of them as if he were watching a tennis match. ‘Sure sounds like a handout to me,’ she said.  ‘Well, I think helping an old friend is the right thing to do,’ he retaliated.  ‘An old friend you didn’t know from Adam last weekend? Sounds more like you want to be a knight in shining armour,’ she scoffed.  ‘That is not what I’m trying to do at all,’ he said heatedly. They were face to face now and though she was several inches smaller than him he couldn’t help but feel intimidated. Before she could respond Vernon was standing in between them with an uneasy smile on his face. 

‘How about we get something to drink and talk about it properly?’ he asked. The pair pulled back, refusing to look at one another. Vernon continued, ‘I mean how about a cup of coffee or some sweet tea? I sure am thirsty.’ Addison nodded and pulled back, mumbling, ‘let me go and see what we have,’ before she disappeared into the kitchen. Elvis threw himself down onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Vernon sat back down too. 

‘Does she have to be so hard-headed?’ he said in an angry whisper.  ‘Her daddy’s a proud man,’ Vernon said, ‘she’s probably just looking out for what he’d want.’ ‘Yeah well I’ve got my own pride too,’ Elvis mumbled. As they sat in silence for a moment they could hear the grumble of pipes from the kitchen. Vernon peered around the corner and noticed Addison standing at the sink struggling to turn the tap so he stood up and wandered into the kitchen, the noise of his footsteps immediately capturing her attention.

‘Everything okay?’ he asked as she turned around. ‘Yeah,’ she said, quickly turning the knob back into place, ‘water’s off. Must be doing some road works around the block or something.’  ‘Yeah probably,’ he said though there was something about her expression that unnerved him.  ‘Any sweet tea? I know that’s your daddy’s favourite,’ he said. Addison shook her head. ‘No but I’ve got some lemonade in the pantry,’ she said opening the door to a larder. She kept it close to her body as she reached inside but from what Vernon could see over her head there wasn’t much else in there. She grabbed a bottle and poured it into two glasses before she turned back to him with a small smile. He took one from her and they headed back to the living room. When they got there Elvis was no longer seated, instead, he was standing by the mantle, holding a booklet in his hand. Addison turned white as a sheet. 

‘What are you doing?!’ she said placing the cup down on the table as she moved to snatch it out of his hands.  ‘Why didn’t you say?’ Elvis challenged. Vernon looked on perplexed. ‘Because it’s none of your damn business that’s why,’ she said.  ‘I’m sure my dad would like to know his friend passed away,’ Elvis challenged. Addison’s face fell into a scowl as Vernon and Elvis watched her with sympathetic eyes. Vernon placed a hand on her shoulder and said, ‘oh honey I am sorry.’  ‘Don’t be,’ she said with a slight crack in her voice, ‘stuff like this happens.’  ‘Still doesn’t make it easy,’ Vernon said.  ‘Yeah, well dwelling on it won’t bring him back will it,’ she said. Elvis felt his heart squeeze a little in his chest. She was looking anywhere but at either of them and he could see the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. 

‘Maybe that’s why she’s so angry,’ he thought to himself. His heart broke for her.

‘Maybe it’d do you good to talk about it,’ he said moving to sit down. Vernon followed suit and after a moment she dropped into the armchair. ‘What do you want me to say?’ she said looking at him with a sad smile, ‘my dad spent all our life savings trying not to die but it didn’t work and he’s dead anyway? That my mom would rather be shacked up with some twenty-year-old god-knows-where than be here for her only kid? That I’ve had so many past-due notices that I’m not sure who I owe and what? Or that I already couldn’t pay the rent when I got fired last week so who knows what’s gonna happen? Is that what you want me to say?’  

She fell quiet for a moment after that looking at her lap as she tried to blink away the tears from her eyes. She didn’t want to cry in front of them, but it was the first time that she had spoken all her worries allowed. Her friends knew her dad had passed at some point in the spring, but she hadn’t told them how she’d spent her free time slaving away at whatever job would have her. She hadn’t told her teachers she was now living home alone for fear they’d want to stick her in some orphanage or something. Now, she was recounting her mess of a life to two people who were virtually strangers. She could at least keep her tears to herself. When she did look up they were both watching her.

‘Now you gotta let us help you,’ Elvis said with a sympathetic smile. Addison snorted, ‘I already said I don’t need handouts. I’m a big girl. I can do this on my own.’ ‘Yeah but you don’t need to,’ Elvis reasoned. ‘I’m not a charity case,’ she said.  ‘Well, why not see it as a loan or something? You can pay it back,’ he said. ‘What just let you pay off all my debts? By the time I pay it back I’ll be a hundred,’ she scoffed.  ‘How about I get you a job then? Hell, you can even work for me if you want right Daddy,’ he said with enthusiasm. Vernon nodded. ‘What some made-up role?’ she said quirking her eyebrow.  ‘No,’ Elvis said, ‘you can work at the house. Even live there. You could fit it in around school and all your work would chip away at that debt. I mean if you’re sure you want to pay it back.’

She could feel herself getting sucked in. She was resisting as much as she could, but his big blue eyes and infectious smile were enough to reel her in. As was the promise of seeing off those debt collectors good and proper. For a moment she wanted to say yes. She wanted to agree to it and get rid of all of her ties and worries. To be that normal teenager she used to be before her life had become caring for her dad and trying to keep them afloat. But surely moving in with someone she barely knew was crazy, right? 

‘And if I say no?’ she said tentatively. Elvis’ face fell. He was sure he had her on his side. He didn’t know why he cared so much but he felt for her. More than he had for anyone else before. ‘Then we tell CPS,’ Vernon said making both of them look at him, their mouths agape. ‘What?!’ she said.  ‘Daddy, that’s a little harsh don’t you think,’ Elvis said in a warning tone. She was just coming around and his father was going to ruin it.  ‘I mean it,’ Vernon said, ‘Elvis is right. You can’t stay here like this. And now I’ve seen what’s going on I can’t stand by and watch you do it. I know we’ve been out of each other’s lives for a while now, but your daddy was still very important to me. And if he knew I left you after seeing you struggle, he’d kill me.’ ‘So if I don’t do what you say you’re gonna report me?’ she scoffed.  ‘You’re a kid. Living in an empty house with no parental supervision. There’s no food in the fridge and I’m betting that water ain’t shut off for no one in this street but you am I right?’ he said raising an eyebrow. Addison went to speak and then clamped her mouth firmly shut. Elvis chuckled quietly, it was the first time he’d seen her lost for words, ‘I’m not doing this to be spiteful Addison.’ ‘Threatening to put me in some orphanage if I don’t obey? Sure sounds like it,’ Addison said.  ‘I’m just worried about you. Plus, if I go home and tell Gladys what I saw and you ain’t in tow my life won’t be worth living,’ Vernon chuckled. Elvis chuckled too and as he watched Addison, he couldn’t help but notice that her mouth had turned up in a little bit of a smirk though it disappeared as she caught him watching her.  

She chewed on her lip again as she thought over her decision until finally, she nodded and said, ‘what the hell. Guess I better pack a bag huh?’

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[upon-a-starry-night]

Number neighbors Pt.28

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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You wouldn’t describe yourself as someone who was regularly paranoid, but recently you've been more than a little on edge. You’d given the man at the market the benefit of the doubt, chalking his appearance up to going to the marketplace when the weather was the most reasonable- like you’d been doing, but that doesn’t explain the Suvs.

You don’t know how long they’ve been following you for, you’d been so stuck in your own world that you’d barely been paying attention to your surroundings but after Saturday you’ve been more cautious of your surroundings and that’s when you noticed the black Suv.

You don’t know if it’s the same one every time, they’ve always kept a far enough distance and you haven't been able to catch a license plate but they appear every so often when you go out. The windows are tinted far too dark to be legal so you can’t see inside but you occasionally find them parked outside of buildings you frequent and it’s starting to worry you.

You don’t want to worry your friends or your mom who would buy a ticket out there first thing though, so you keep to yourself and try to keep a distance from the cars and the marketplace (it’s a devastating loss to not have Gladys’ pastries on hand)

On top of that, everyone has been on edge because of the disappearance of most of the Avengers. As far as you know, Stark, Clint, Banner, and that Spider kid are the only ones still in New York which has civilians asking questions about where the others are and why they left. 

The anxiety from the lack of heroes has everyone grilling the government for answers, especially considering the fact that the crime rate has gone up just from petty criminals getting too cocky. Due to the constant heat The government has been under, they stated that they’ll issue a public service announcement in a week to explain the situation and you can practically feel the country buzzing with anticipation.

The situation makes you think of Nat and you wonder if her “not FBI job” has something to do with this and is the reason why she’s disappeared. You hope she knows wherever she is that you would’ve understood if she’d just explained the situation to you- but maybe she couldn’t. Maybe she was under some kind of NDA that could put her in danger.

Despite avoiding the marketplace you still get the feeling that you’re being watched and it makes you uneasy. You feel like you’re hallucinating with how often you see shadows moving somewhere nearby. You’re never able to catch a glimpse of anyone who might resemble the market man but the fear is enough to have you staying a few nights at your friend's house.

The Suv’s don’t appear for a while after the move and it allows you a small moment of reprieve. You push the lingering feeling of constant observance to the back of your mind despite your brain telling you to be on guard.

The stress of the situation is so tremendous you don’t even realize you’ve been forgetting to leave voicemails for Nat until your mom calls asking why you haven’t called her in a while. You don’t bring up the stalkers to avoid giving her a heart attack but you do tell her about the amount of stress you’ve been under and the toll it’s been taking on you. 

It feels so good to talk about it that you don’t even realize you’re crying until your mother's concerned voice is comforting you through the speaker. God, it was like the universe couldn’t give you a break lately. You hope whatever they’re putting you through all of this for is worth it. 

“Come home for a while, Y/n. it sounds like you need a break, I’ll take care of you.” The dismissal of her offer is on the tip of your tongue but the more you mull it over the more you think it might be a good idea. With the city on edge, the growing crime rate, and your new potential stalkers, getting away from the city is probably the best thing you could do right now.

Much to your mother's surprise, you agree and her excitement at having you come home has you smiling on your end of the receiver. The two of you spend the next hour looking for an affordable last minute and you find a plane that leaves in two days that the two of you agree on. It’s probably not nearly enough appropriate notice for time off but your boss agrees anyway and within the hour you’ve got plans to spend a week at your mother's out of town.

It’s the first vacation you’ve taken in a while and even if it was just going home you find yourself more excited than you’d been in at least a month. You hadn’t been this excited since-

Nat. You hadn’t been this excited since you were supposed to meet Nat. 

It probably didn’t matter to her that you were going out of town, it wasn’t like she was getting your voicemails anyway but- what if she showed up while you were gone? You shake your head, the possibility of that was slim to none and if she did come back while you were gone she’d just have to wait like she’d made you wait.

Still, she deserved to know about the kid on the skateboard you watched run into a pole earlier today, at least. You listen for the tale-tell sound of the beep after the long too-familiar ringing and you find yourself subconsciously smiling as you tell her random snippets from your week.

The breakfast your friend treated you to, the new show you started, the fair that got canceled due to raccoons breaking in to eat all the cotton candy. You avoid talking about the stalkers like you’d done with everyone else but you frown when the news channel starts covering another attempted bank robbery. 

Despite your own safety being in jeopardy you can’t help but worry for her wherever she may be, causing you to voice the thought, the humor in your tone replaced with a solemn resolve

“wherever you are… I hope you’re safe.” You shake your head, attempting to clear your mind from the restless thoughts in your mind “Anyway, sorry I know that was a lot- all that to say I miss you and I love you. Bye!”

You don’t even realize what you’ve said until 10 seconds later and you frantically press whichever number was supposed to delete the message. 

Shit.

It was such a force of habit to end your phone calls with an I love you. You can’t believe you almost confessed to Nat over the phone. Moreover, you’re freaked out by how much the words didn’t feel like a lie. If you were honest you’d been avoiding putting a label on your emotions because you were scared of how serious they were getting but apparently your brain had already decided for you. 

Love.

You loved Nat.

You Love Nat.

Fuck.

Your mind reels with the newfound discovery and you’re grateful you deleted the message before it would be stuck in her voicemail for her to one day hear. Your head's a mess as you set your phone down on the counter and go to pack up your stuff, you had a trip to get ready for and a relationship to overanalyze to try and pinpoint when you and Nat had gone from total strangers to you being in love with her.

 It all made sense now, the heartache, the worrying, the underlying tension between the two of you

It was just your luck that you’d discover you love her when you can’t even tell her. You’re so in your head with your emotions and figuring out what to pack that you don’t even register the sound of your phone’s female electronic voice as it declares

“Voicemail sent”

Pt.29

A/n: Classic mistake, Y/n, I’m sure everyone’s done that! Don’t worry it’s not like she can hear your voicemails or anything…or uhhh ~ Starry

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“Looking for Trouble”

Austin!Elvis x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: After Elvis is arrested for his rebellious defiance during 'Trouble,' his girlfriend, the reader, bails him out of jail. Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it, thoughts of being parents, slight breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink Word Count: 2.4k Disclaimer: All rights for the Elvis film and Elvis's music belong to him and Presley Enterprises. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Being the girlfriend of the new rock and roll sensation had its ups and downs. The Colonel would have preferred Elvis break up with Y/n and focus on his singing. But Elvis made it clear; he would date her no matter what anyone says. Y/n grew up with Elvis; his mother and hers were both pregnant at the same time. Y/n and Elvis were born a month apart, Elvis being older. When Vernon went to jail, Y/n’s mother spent every day comforting Gladys while Y/n kept little Elvis company while they played together. Elvis always told her he would become a superhero and save his father, taking him to the Rock of Eternity. When Y/n’s mother passed away, Y/n was only eight years old when Gladys and Vernon were given guardianship and custody of Y/n. Her mother had requested it; she knew the Presleys would care for and love Y/n like she was their own. As time passed, Y/n often indulged Elvis and his dreams, saying she would always be beside him. 

As they grew up, Elvis developed a love for singing and African-American music; he and Y/n listened to the music whenever they could. His southern voice turned into something charming and melodic in his teenage years, making Y/n swoon. So one day, Elvis recorded Arthur ‘Big Boy’ Crudrup’s “That’s All Right” at Sun Records; the owner, Sam Phillps, had his voice playing everywhere on radios and records. That is how the Colonel discovered him; he mistook Elvis for a black man, but when he learnt he wasn’t, Elvis would be a Louisana Hayride. The Colonel had successfully convinced Elvis to leave Sun Records and have the Colonel manage his music and his career. And that’s how Elvis ended up where he is today. He had a decision to make: be the new Elvis and make everyone happy. He had to give up the ‘vulgar and lewd music and dance movements’ or break the rules and deal with the consequences later.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna sing a song the Colonel ain’t expecting. I’m gonna show em’ the real Elvis tonight” Elvis adjusted his black jacket Y/n smiled, looking at her boyfriend in the mirror. “Well, honey, I’m looking forward to it.” She grabbed his red tie, making her way over to him. “You look very handsome, Mr. Presley,” she giggled. Elvis turned around, his blue eyes roaming her figure in her new dress as she put on and fixed his tie. “Satnin, you look as beautiful as ever. My pretty girl,” he smiled, holding her face and kissing her sweetly. Y/n moaned lightly into the kiss; her eyes fluttered closed. Elvis pulled away, brushing his nose on hers gently. Elvis chuckled, seeing her eyes still closed. “Am I that good, sweetheart?” he purred, his southern accent sending shivers through her body. Y/n bit her lip, nodding. “Perfect, as always, baby, “ she replied softly. Elvis breathed in before turning to look at himself again in the mirror. He smirked, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist and pulling her before him. “Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble.” Elvis licked his lips, kissing her cheek Y/n gave him a knowing look. “What have you got planned, Mr Presley?” she raised a brow at his tone. Elvis laughed lightly, whispering, “You’ll see.” 

Y/n climbed out of the car as she helped Gladys and walked with her arm looped with hers as Veron walked with them to their seats behind the stage. Elvis stood in the centre, his guitar strapped around his shoulder, listening to the crowd of young men and women cheering for him. Y/n noticed they separated the black people with a rope, keeping them on one side. Y/n felt disgusted as she felt Gladys’s hand grip hers, a sad smile on her face. “I know, baby, they don’t understand. It’s all right, we know, you and Elvis. You both accept everyone for who they are and what they are. You are both different, my special babies. I wish your mama were here to see that, but she will be watching” She kissed Y/n’s head softly as Y/n nodded, smiling at Gladys as Elvis’ voice rang through the microphone. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis”, the crowd jeered in response. Elvis looked into the crowd and raised his hand. 

“And, of course, that other guy”, putting all his fingers down except his pinky finger and bending it jokingly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin all the ti-” Elvis chuckled into the microphone; he looked up at the speakers, hearing a voice. “There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things. Of course, you gotta listen to the people you love” He turned quickly, glancing at the Colonel, who nodded. Elvis glanced over at Y/n, his smile boarding Y/n mouthed, “Listen to yourself” She blew him a kiss. Elvis’s blue eyes shined at her words; nodding, he held the microphone. “But someone special always reminds me that in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” Elvis removed his guitar. The Colonel looked confused, and he glanced at Y/n. He knew something was changing, but he just didn’t know what. Elvis walked back to the centre of the stage; he turned to his band. “Trouble”, he said, winking at Y/n; she realised ‘Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble’ his earlier words played in her head. “I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” He shouted, and the crowd cheered.

Elvis raised his hand as the band played the first cord. Elvis looked behind his arm, swinging down. “If you’re looking for Trouble”, the band played the song. Vernon shook his head. “No, no”, he moved in his seat. “You came to the right place. If you’re looking for trouble just look right in my face.” His hips and legs began to move slightly to the rhythm of the music. “I was born standing up, and talking back. My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack” He raised his hands to his hair, his body swinging back and forth as the music gained momentum. Y/n felt her heart race, watching her man dance and sing, “Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me.” Elvis looked at the Colonel, tilting his head and signalling his words as a warning. 

As the song continued, the crowd grew crazier as Elvis, too, became entranced by his music and dancing on the stage. The Colonel ordered the police to remove Elvis from the stage. The danger grew as the crowd climbed over one another towards the stage. Elvis fought the police as the Colonel came over to the Presleys and Y/n as the fans began to riot against the police. “Uh, now would be a good time to return to the car” He chuckled nervously. Gladys gripped Y/n’s hand, pulling her to the car and seeing Elvis being pushed into a police car. “ELVIS!” Y/n shouted to her boyfriend, looking in alarm. “Y/n baby, go with mumma, okay, I’ll be alright!” he told her Y/n nodded in understanding. Climbing into the car, the driver drove away as Y/n looked back, seeing the chaos erupt rapidly red fireworks appearing in the sky. 

Elvis was kept in jail overnight for his lewd concert; sitting in the cold cell, his knee bounced anxiously. He heard Y/n’s sweet voice ring through the hall. “I have bail money for Mr Presley”, she said to the officers, who reluctantly allowed Elvis to bail as he waited at the door. Tapping the bars, he ran through the open door, running to Y/n and embracing her tightly. “Oh baby, thank you!” He exclaimed, running out of the station to Elvis’s car and quickly driving back to Graceland. When the car engine turned off, Elvis took Y/n in his arms, carrying her inside the house. Closing the door shut quietly, the young lovebirds ran up the stairs into their bedroom. 

Elvis locked his door and pulled Y/n in a passionate kiss. Elvis removed his black jacket and red tie. Y/n unzipped her dress, hurriedly throwing it over the chair. Elvis moaned his Adam’s apple bobbing, seeing Y/n in her pretty black lace underwear. His favourite. Elvis admired his girl, his feet carrying him over slowly. Y/n tilted her head slightly upwards to look into his eyes. There wasn’t much height difference, but they both loved that Elvis still had to lean slightly to kiss her. “So beautiful” His husky voice came out like a purr. Elvis swiped his thumb along her bottom lip. His palm cupped her face, and his face lit up at her doe eyes, watching him intently. Elvis kissed Y/n softly, his hand dropping from her cheek; he leaned down and picked her up. Carrying her to his large bed and laying her down, her hands tugged at his black dress shirt. Elvis unbuttoned it slowly. Teasing Y/n, he smirked, seeing her thighs rubbing together, a helpless moan falling from her lips. Her eyes glittered with desire, and her finger reached around her back to unclasp her bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. Throwing the garment away, Elvis’s chest rose and fell heavily, his hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/n bit her lip, her eyes following Elvis fall to his stomach on the bed, nudging her legs apart.

Y/n dragged her hand down her body and raked them through Elvis’s hair; he grinned at the sensation. His eyes fell closed, kissing her inner thighs; he groaned, feeling her tug on his hair. His hands gripped her last piece of clothing Y/n giggled at his enthusiasm, helping him. “One of these days, baby, Imma just gonna rip em’ right up”, he growled, his voice dropping an octave Y/n sighed. “Baby, don’t go rippin’ anything”, she whined before moaning loudly, feeling Elvis’s tongue on her pussy. Her arousal dripped down onto the bed; Elvis lapped eagerly, his hands intertwined with Y/n’s on either side of her body. “Elvis!” Y/n gasped, her body tensing at the feeling of his tongue delving between her wet folds and sucking her swollen pearl. Elvis Presley was very talented with his tongue, not just gifted in to help his singing, but pussy eating too. Y/n would give him a crown and title for his expertise in providing her waves of pleasure. He could live in between her legs; if he could, he often said it; he’d be so busy he would mumble in her pussy. “I’d die a happy man buried between your legs, little mama. A real happy man” Y/n would always shudder at his words. Y/n was brought back to reality by hearing Elvis growl “Good girl, lettin daddy take care of you”, Y/n moaned, arching her hips. “Always for you, Daddy” Elvis’s blue eyes darted up, seeing Y/n’s face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open, strings of his favourite sounds leaving her lips. 

Elvis continued his ministrations. Y/n’s high-pitched whines were a sign that she was close. Elvis knew her like the back of his hand; he could feel her legs begin to shake. Elvis removed one of his hands from hers, entering two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers immediately. Y/n’s free hand combed through his ink-black hair, tugging on the roots. “Elvis, honey, please, I’m close”, she cried out Y/n gasped sharply, her body jolting. Elvis curled his fingers, his fingers increasing pace, working Y/n through her climax. Elvis moaned, not letting a drop go to waste, ensuring he was savouring her.

Crawling up her body, Elvis removed his boxer briefs, kissing her chest tenderly, working his way up her neck along her jaw, finally landing on her lips. Elvis breathed heavily, staring into her eyes. “You want me to use protection, baby?” His soft voice made her heart flutter Y/n smiled as she shook her head. “No, I want to feel all of you. I need to feel all of you,” She whispered. Elvis smiled gently; he kissed her cheek delicately before hissing lightly, feeling her walls around him. Y/n moaned and let out a sigh as her arms and legs wrapped around Elvis’s body, pulling him closer to her. “That’s it, little mama, take me so well.” He praised, rocking his hips slowly; the raw feeling of her velvety walls around his cock left him breathless. Normally, they would use protection, but he silently thanked Y/n for changing it this time and not wanting to use protection. He has always loved the idea of being a father; he wants little ones to run around Graceland and play in the grass on sunny days. Sitting inside watching TV on rainy days. The thought of Y/n being a mother. He internally groaned at the image. 

Elvis didn’t realise his thrusts grew harder in pace with his desire fueling him. Y/n writhed underneath him, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been thinkin’. Thinkin’ bout’ you and me with a lil one,” he grunted Y/n’s eyes open, studying Elvis’s face contorted in pleasure. She blinked softly, feeling her walls flutter around his cock at the thought of being a mother. “Mhmm” She nodded in response. Elvis held her face. “You like that idea, have ourselves a baby?” He moaned, kissing her throat Y/n whimpered. “Want a baby, Elvis, please.” she begged. Her boyfriend breathed heavily, his head resting against hers. “I love you so much, Y/n. My special girl,” Elvis smiled, his blue eyes filled with love and lust. Y/n’s eyes mirrored his, and both smiled, "I love you too, Elvis." Elvis’s thrusts became uneven. Holding Y/n’s hand beside her head, both felt their peaks crash together. Elvis kissed Y/n; their loud moans muffled, his hips slowing down. Pulling away from the kiss, the young couple giggled lightly. Elvis slowly climbed off Y/n and pulled her to his chest. Kissing her head, he wrapped his arms around her body. Elvis pulled the silk covers over their bodies, and both quietly basked in the afterglow together. 

“Thanks for bailing me out of jail, baby. I didn’t really think that through, to be honest.” He let out a hearty laugh. Y/n kissed his chest and leaned on her arm; Y/n gave him a mischievous glint in her eye accompanied by a smirk, whispering against his mouth,

“Oh honey, it was really no Trouble”

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𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Elvis have known each other since you were little. As childhood friends you had always looked at Elvis differently, but he never seemed to indulge. After years you finally let him go and started to date. Bringing someone home ignites something in Elvis and he decides he wants you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW content! MDNI!, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, fingering, Elvis eating you out, Elvis being possessive, profanity, hickey, reader being a virgin, unprotected sex, cream pie, wet ass fucking pussy, overstimulation, giving commands, pet names, hiding your moans, dub!con ( drunk elvis x sober reader )

This is a filthy little thing that NO ONE asked for, and I mean no one. Was listening to Little Sister and sparked the idea. This has to be the longest fic I’ve ever written and I’d do it again.

The two of you grew up together. Your mother died at birth leaving your sister, your father, and you to fend for yourselves until Robert reunited with Gladys at an old high school reunion. She had taken you in as your own and helped your father raise you. You have been friends since you were little, but Elvis never seemed to take a liking to you in that way. It was always your older sister that he was so entranced by. Mind you, Elvis and you were the same age born only a few months apart but it was always the older women that the man would chase after. He was like a puppy when it came to her, following her around the house and bending at her every will.

For a long time, it made you sick, knowing he would never feel anything more than the sibling love he had for you. As you got older those feelings soon diminished and as it so happened Elvis and your sister did end up dating for a short period. At 20 you finally started dating, enthralling yourself in the partner you had. Oddly enough he was very much like Elvis in the way he carried himself and talked in that low slow southern drawl that made your head spin.

Though his hair was a curly mop on his head and his eyes were nowhere near as blue as Elvis’. Nonetheless, you loved him all the same and you gave your heart to him. The two of you had been going out for two months and tonight was the night you were going to introduce him to everyone. You sat in your room reading a magazine, one laced socked foot hung off the bed swinging slowly as you read. You were wearing your favorite light pink dress that you had begged your father to buy, it was the type of dress a young woman would wear that hugged every curve of your body perfectly. It was satin and slipped so softly over your skin bringing out the color of your hair.

There was a knock on the front door you could hear from down the hall. Perking up you quickly slipped off the bed running down the hall, but before you could open it he was already two steps ahead of you gripping the door handle. “My my don’t you look, fine.” Elvis cooed looking your body up and down. You rolled your eyes and pushed him aside. “Never in your wildest dreams.” you poked back with your sugar bell country twang, sticking your tongue out at him. Opening the door your lips curled into the widest smile. The type that made the apples of your cheeks so round and your eyes light up.

The man stood in the door frame dressed in his Sunday best holding a slightly wilted bouquet of white flowers, your favorite color. “Hey, there~,” He said as you stepped aside for him to walk in. You beamed up at him as he walked in and you shut the door behind him. “These are for you,” he said, holding out the flower. You took them humming “They are beautiful Beau thank you.” standing on your tiptoes you reached up to place a soft kiss against his lips which he returned. Elvis cleared his throat grabbing your attention. “Oh, um Beau this is Elvis. Elvis, this is Beau.” your boyfriend extended his hand towards Elvis giving him a gentle smile, “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard lots of good things about you.” he said eye level with the other.

Elvis had his arms crossed over his chest eyeing Beau up and down. He grimaced at the way your partner talked, faking a smile he looked him dead in the eyes and with a monotone voice replied with, “Charmed.” You glared at Elvis as Beau retracted his hand slightly hurt. Kristina bounded the walkway looking at the three of you sensing the tension. She looked over at Beau and smiled “Hi you must be Beau, I’m Kristina.” she said taking his hand and shaking it a bit longer than you would have liked. “So you’re the big sister, huh?” he asked, cocking his head as his curls brushed against his shoulder.

She giggled obnoxiously as she let go of his hand. It wasn’t Beau’s fault he was so good and put sugar on it whenever he spoke. You locked your arm in his and leaned against his arm. You caught Elvis’ gaze and the look on his face spoke thousands of words. Was he jealous? Kristina turned around starting to walk before looking behind her shoulder at the lot of you, her short hair cascading around her face, “Come on Mama and Pops want to meet you too.”

With that, you followed her to the kitchen where Gladys and Robert were finishing up dinner. As you walked in your father looked at you smiling wide, “Oh baby you look beautiful.” he said walking towards you. Shaking your head you smiled letting go of Beau to embrace him. “Thank you daddy.” as he let go he straightened up, he was much shorter than the other and the size difference made you giggle. “You must be him,” he said sternly. “Y-Yes, sir. My name is Beau Daumer. It’s great to finally meet you.” he was nervous, you could hear it in his voice.

Your father nodded looking at the two of you before his face softened, “Welcome to our home.” he said before retreating to the kitchen. “Elvis, come help your Mama set the table!” Glayds yelled, catching sight of you while carrying dishes to the dining room. She nearly dropped the plates when she saw you passing them off to her son beside her. “Look at you pretty girl!” she squealed, walking over to pinch your cheeks and smooth out your hair.

Blushing, you smiled at her before her attention was pulled. She looked at the boy beside you smirking, “You. Come help me set the table.” she said, taking his hand and pulling him away. You watched as he walked away looking back at you a few times for reassurance. Elvis grunted as his mom took the plates from him and shooed him away. For a while, you talked with your father and sister while Glayds and Beau conversed and set the table. You couldn’t help but feel Elvis’ eyes on you quite a bit, be it a side glance or you catch him staring.

Dinner was going well, everyone was getting along and laughing except for Elvis. He made snide remarks whenever Beau would talk or was mentioned and sat in his chair brooding the whole time.

“Did you know he can play the guitar too? He’s so talented with the way he can make that instrument sing.” You said looking over at Beau who put his hand on your thigh. He laughed, shrugging “Yeah, I suppose I’m pretty good with a guitar.” he retorted looking over at you lovingly. Elvis roughly stood from the table scoffing. Everyone looked at him, his mother had a deadly scowl on his face at how rude his action had been. “Could you be any more original? For fucks sake you walk, talk, and act just like me. It’s goddamn embarrassin’!” he yelled before storming off.

“Elvis you get back here right now and apologize!” Gladys yelled before hearing the back door slam. You blinked unable to comprehend the words that just came out of his mouth. Beau looked around landing on you with a concerned look, “I-I better get goin’.” he said his eyebrows knit together as he scanned your face for a reaction. You chewed the inside of your cheek looking up at him and giving him a slight nod. The pair of you stood from the table and he thanked Robert and Gladys for dinner before you two headed for the front door. You walked him out to his car with your socks still on, holding his arm tightly.

You sighed heavily as he walked around to the driver’s side with you tucked neatly under his arm. “I’m sorry for that,” you said grimly looking up at him. He shook his head dismissively smiling, “Nothin’ you can control, buttercup. I’m not mad or nothin’.” Beau was always so understanding it made your insides swirl. “You call me tomorrow, alright. I’ll be missin’ that pretty lil voice of yours.” he cooed reaching a hand up to cup your face gingerly brushing his thumb against your cheek. You nodded blushing as he leaned down to kiss you sweetly. As he drove away you hummed walking back inside to help clean up dinner.

~

Long after Gladys had gone home and your family had gone to bed, you had taken a shower and started getting ready for bed yourself. A long black robe hugged your naked body, your long hair pinned up for you to remove your makeup. As you started to rub the mascara from your eyes you jumped shrieking as Elvis stumbled into the room. “Elvis what the hell!” you whisper shouted rushing out of the bathroom black smeared under your eyes. “Shhhh~” he slurred holding his finger up to his lips before busting out into a laughing fit.

You could smell the liquor from where you stood in the doorframe of your bathroom. Quickly you walked to your bedroom door that was swung wide open and poked your head out to look at the hallways. Luckily no one stirred, so you slipped back into the room and shut the door behind you. “Elvis your drunk,” you said as if that wasn’t blatantly obvious. “So…” he replied leaning against your wooden bedframe his arms crossing over his chest as his eyes scanned your body.

Subconsciously you tucked your robe in more crossing your arms as well. You cocked your weight to one leg letting your hip jut out. “What do you want?” you asked, annoyed with his current state. “Come on sugar don’t talk to me like that,” he said standing up straight, wobbling a bit.

“After what you pulled tonight I believe I can speak to you, however, I damn well, please. And don’t call me that.” you huffed turning your nose up away from him. He walked closer to you, that sad puppy dog look on his face irked you as he stepped up. “Oh, you can’t deny what I said was true. He is a compensation for you. Admit it, Y/N you know it.” his voice was low almost as if he was growling. You felt your face get red hot as anger began to swell in your body.

Narrowing your eyes at him you grit your teeth together. Soon enough all the built-up words started spewing from your mouth, years of repressed feelings tumbling with each passing second. “For years I’ve begged you to look at me the way you look at those girls. The way you always wanted Kristina over me. I prayed every night that one day I might have a chance! But you just kept ignoring me and I finally let it go! I finally found someone worthy! A-And you just waltz in here and act like you’ve had these feelings for me for so long. Well guess what Elvis, you can’t always get what you want!” you spat at him shaking from the anger as tears rolled down your cheeks collecting the black makeup still left on your eyes.

Before you had a moment to catch your breath you left his lips on yours. Your eyes went wide in shock, unable to believe it. His lips were as pillowy as they looked and oh so soft. They entice you just slightly sucking in your bottom lip. Though you could taste the whiskey he had been drinking there was a slight hit of something sweet, like syrup. Lighter than that, more like honey.

You had dreamed of this moment for so long. When you were a little girl watching your first adult movie a man and a woman kissed, in that moment you pictured yourself and Elvis. But why now did you feel so guilty? Elvis was right about Beau being a lot like him, but he was also his own person and you had to love that part about him too right? Conflicted with your thoughts you shoved him away turning your head to the side,” No Elvis. T-This isn’t right.” you huffed. A deep chuckle came from the man as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, “Lil sis, there has never been anythin’ more right.” you cringed at his nickname scrunching up your nose looking at him again. “Don’t call me that,” you said with disgust.

He tsked leaning an arm against the wall beside you resting his head against his hand. “Alright alright. I’m sorry~” he said sweetly, reaching out

to brush some of your hair from your face. You lingered against his touch for a moment feeling your heart race. “Why now? Is it just because of Beau? You’ve always been all about my sister so why the sudden interest in me?” you asked, trying to make sense of the mess in your head.

“Guess you could say Beau just gave me the kick in the ass I needed. Always took a liking to your sis cus’ she was older I guess. But darlin’ you’ve been growin’ and it has been showin’…” he paused to give you a once over, causing you to blush and smile bashfully looking away from his prying eyes. “Been tryin’ to set myself straight cus’ I was so foolish to not take you when I had the chance. I suppose seein’ you all dolled up ‘round that kids arm made the reality of it all set in.”

His confession made you dizzy as you leaned against the wall. Everything was happening so fast, all that you could have hoped for crashing down on you so heavily. “E-Elvis I’m with Beau and I love him.” you breathed out heavily. Elvis laughed beside you drunkenly at your statement. “What’s so funny?!” you demanded glaring at him. “Love? Baby, you don’t know what love is.” you stood from your place against the wall standing as straight as you bubbling with rage as he towered over your small frame.

“And you do?” he grinned, his demeanor changing quickly as he stepped towards you. Reaching out he gripped your face squeezing your cheeks hard enough to feel a slight sting. His face was close to yours holding you still with his hand. Your brain was screaming at you to move, to do something because this was wrong. So very very wrong. Yet your body let him handle you begging for more as you let a whimper slip. A glint crossed Elvis’ eyes as he heard the sound you made.

His tongue poked out of his mouth licking his lips as the right corner curled up into a devilish smile. You felt your eyebrows turn up in a needy way as his warm breath ghosted over your lips. “I can show you what love is,” he said looking at your lips and then into your eyes again. “You want that, little girl?” a warm fuzzy feeling grew in your stomach making goosebumps crawl over your skin. You hadn’t been with anyone like this, sure you and Beau would make out and he would get handsy but you always stopped him before things got too serious.

Then again you never craved his touch the way you crave Elvis’. “Uh huh,” you whispered nodding your head. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked brushing his tongue against your bottom lip. “Y-yes…” you shuddered, parting your lips further. He hummed kissing you roughly, his free hand wrapping around the back of your waist pulling you in tight to his body. Your hands reached up holding his face and you kissed him back with the same feverish intent.

He was soft in all the right places and firm when he gripped up. His body curled with yours so perfectly like you had meant to be embraced with him like that. Letting go of your face Elvis slipped his tongue into your mouth pushing it against your own. The taste of alcohol no longer bothered you, his touch was so intoxicating in itself. His hands smoothed down your body, gripping at your butt for a moment, his right hand moving around your left thigh hitching it up onto his waist.

You gasped feeling your leg being pulled, your back arching into his hand. Pulling away you looked up at him still holding his face. “I-I’ve never done anything like this before,” you mumbled nervously. Elvis grinned, “I’ll take care of you my pretty thing. Don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’.” he said before picking both your legs up, holding them tightly against his hips. You giggled wrapping your arms around his shoulders grabbing at his button-down shirt. Kissing the exposed skin on your chest in the opening of your robe he walked to your best slowly laying you down on the mattress.

Instinctively you arched your back bringing your legs up squeezing them together. Your hands lay by the sides of your head as strands of loose hair fell around your face. His hands rested on your knees as he looked down at you in awe. “God you are beautiful.” he exhaled, running his hands down your thighs pulling you to the edge of the bed roughly as he met your hips. “Took you long enough.” you teased picking your legs up to press your feet against his chest running them down his body. He inhaled sharply taking you by the ankles softly placing a few soft long kisses against your red-painted toes and feet.

You were utterly enamored by this man; he was right, about everything. Slowly he placed wet kisses down your calves, creeping up until he was at your knees. Spreading your legs open you felt the blood rush to your face. You felt as if you were on fire, the cool of your room brushing against your warm naked cunt. Elvis bit his bottom lip staring at you, “H-holy shit…” You picked your head up from the mattress to look at him slightly.

“You…you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” the sleaze of his words made your stomach flip as you looked up at him. Slowly sinking to his knees on the floor he pulled your body closer to the edge holding each of your legs over his shoulders. Gingerly you watched his hand rub down your thighs, wet sloppy kisses being placed on either of the insides until he reached the soft sink beside your cunt. Elvis’ right hand cupped your aching heat as he nibbled at the skin inside your thighs.

Those soft seductive eyes found your own from his place between your legs, “Can I mama?” he asked in a way that made it seem like he needed it. You nodded quickly, finding yourself wanting it all the same. With a toothy grin, he moved his hand to the side holding your folds open. As his face disappeared your heavy head fell back against the mattress once more, your hands coming up to cup your still clothed breasts. The pad of his tongue traced the length of you collecting your arousal as he went. The warmth of him against your needy cunt sent a shiver down your spine.

Elvis’ flicked the tip over the little bundle of nerves causing your body to jolt a bit. You let out a breathless laugh at the convulsion and the man liked the way you reacted because it did it again causing your body to do the same thing over. He was gentle at first letting your get used to the feeling before his lips locked around your clit sucking you in and circling his tongue. Your moans were sweet and soft in the beginning until his middle finger teased your entrance. You dared to look down at the sight before you while he pushed into you. “Ah~ Fuck Elvis.” you moaned out the profanity feeling his knuckle hit your base, his hard blue eyes boring holes into you.

You saw the corners of his mouth turn up against you as he continued to work his tongue, his finger curling inside against your gummy walls. Arching your back he pumped his finger slowly curling it with each thrust. Picking up the pace your fingers found your hardened nipples and began to rub them. The pleasure from everything was building fast, you could hear the world around you slowly start to fuzz out as he added a second finger to you. Picking his head up, Elvis panted, while his free hand moved to continue stimulating your clit.

“You like that don’t you mama? Like the way I touch you so well,” he said, but you couldn’t respond as the squelching sounds filled the room. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel,” he commanded, kissing your knee. “Mmm~ F-feel so good.” you moaned the pressure building like a pit in your stomach. Earning a pleased sigh he rubbed your clit faster, fingering you harder until your head began to spin. Within seconds your toes curled and your body tensed, picking you back up off the bed you moaned out loudly as your release washed over you making your legs shake. He continued the same pace until your body subsided and he slowed to a halt carefully removing his fingers to suck the slick off.

He was so crude, yet it looked so good. Standing up off the floor he crawled between your legs his clothed torso pressing against your swollen mound. You dared to open your eyes to see his face hovering over your own, his chin glistening with you. Pressing his lips against your own, the tangy taste of yourself on his mouth made you roll your hips up against him. This earned a low chuckle as he pulled away, “Such a needy lil thing aren’t you.” your body craved the release again.

Gracefully he untied your robe sliding either side open with body hands exposing your body fully to him. Elvis kissed your lips again slowly trailing down the side of your face and neck until he reached your breasts. Cupping one in each hand he looked up at you while he gave the left nipple a kiss and a flick of his tongue. Returning the favor to the right one he groped at them for a moment grinding his hips against you. Just feeling his hardened length through the fabric of his pants made you mewl.

“Elvis…” you breathed looking at him. “Yes mama?” he returned looking up at you from his place on your nipple. “I-…. I need you,” you said hesitantly. “Need me? How so. Tell me baby how do you need me.” he pushed wanting to hear those dirty words on your sweet tongue. “Fuck me, I need you to fuck me Elvis.” you could hardly hold eye contact while the words slipped out of your mouth. Easing himself up he smiled at you sweetly, “See, that wasn’t so bad now was it?” he asked working at his shirt buttons. You watched as he undressed himself, his erection popping from his boxers to slap up against his belly.

He was big, much larger than you expected him to be. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as he stroked the length of himself a few times moving up close to you again rubbing his tip between your folds. He chuckled as his tip rested against your hole, “Even your cunt is needy. Suckin’ me right in.” he pushed into you the pain splitting across your eyes as he pushed in further. His hips were flush with yours as he was seated deep inside you throbbing as you clenched around him. “Oooh so tight.” he groaned as his eyebrows creased together. Leaning over your body one forearm rested on either side of your head, his chest pressing tightly against your own.

Looking up at him he started thrusting his hips slowly, your body still adjusting as you let out a hiss from the pain. It didn’t last as the pain melted to pleasure again, his thrusts getting faster and heavier. “Such a good girl for me, takin’ me so… fucking… good.” his head fell to the crook of your neck, his mouth latching on to the soft skin. Sucking at it you felt him pull his cock out to the tip, the empty feeling making you shutter before he slammed back into you hitting a spot that made you scream. Quickly a hand slapped over your mouth, his face reappearing as he did the same motion over again gaining a muffled scream. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes streaming down your face, but it wasn’t from the pain.

Each thrust earned another muffled moan as he continued rolling his hips in such a saw, slapping his skin down against you with each repeat of the motion. “Shhh baby you have to be quiet, your papa will hear you.” but his words did little to nothing as you wrapped your legs around his bare body. Elvis grunted as he fucked into you, that horrid squelching sound reappearing. You stuck your tongue out to lick at his hand through your moans as he hilted you. Removing his hand he pushed two fingers into your mouth which you gladly sucked on. You could feel him twitch inside of you from the action making him groan. “Look at you, such a dirty lil slut for me. Squeezing me so good…”

Your body begged him to move again as he removed his finger from your mouth. Your hands gripped at his back pulling him in closer. Beads of sweat pooled against his forehead as strands of his thick dark hair dangled in your face. Pressing his head against yours you held his gaze as his arms moved behind your head holding you close. “Going to make you mine mama, all mine,” he whispered before thrusting into you again. Over and over his hips snapped against your own, buried so deep inside as the tip of his cock rubbed at a sensitive spot. Your head fell lip against his hands that held it there, your polished fingernails digging into the flesh of his back. It didn’t take much longer to get you back to the place he had you on his fingers. Your walls clenched around him tightly as a ringing in your ear droned out the sound again.

“Who’s are you? Y/N, I want to hear you say who you belong to,” he said through ragged breathing pumping into you with all the same vigor. You arched your back reaching your climax gripping him tighter, “Yours! Ah fuck~ yours Elvis I’m yours!” you yelled spasming as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. “Good girl. Mine… ahh~ mine. You’re mine… mine…” his voice faded to only moans and groans his thrust becoming unrhythmic until he pushed into you so far you swear you felt a pop. Seconds later a warm gushy feeling filled you up. Elvis stayed seated inside you for a moment his eyes closed with ragged breathing.

Pulling out, you grunted as the warm pool leaked from you. The weight of his body left yours as the mattress creaked from the movement. Laying down beside you, his arm draped across your torso pulling you in close to him. His lips pressed against your temple as both your breathing subsided to normal again. Being there in his arms felt so right, but deep down you knew the trouble you had gotten yourself into would be much more.

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