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#i keep thinking about if link didnt get his arm back#zelda#redundantz art#totk#totk spoilers#legend of zelda#link#tears of the kingdom#my art#i wish he didnt get his arm back at the end or even that zelda had some dragon left or some memories at least#sketches#zelink
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kinktober day 23: jealousy sex : ̗̀➛
SAY MY NAME ~ : ̗̀➛
GOJO SATORU x reader
cw: smut, jealous gojo c:, exhibitionism (gojo films you for a bit), wouldn’t be a gojo fanfic if i didnt at least hint at satosugu
wc: 3.5k
link to geto’s response drabble
Gojo watched intently as you entered his shared apartment to hang out, laughing as you waved Geto off, who had walked you to your door. You had spent the evening with the dark-haired man, your face still flushed from excitement, even after the day had practically concluded.
Gojo's eyes narrowed with a tint of jealousy when he saw the light blush on your face after turning away to close the entrance of his home. He had been situated on the couch the entire evening you were out, shooting glances at the clock, wondering when you were planning to arrive. However, when you did, there wasn't an inch of relief on his face- It was more like discomfort, jealousy.
"I thought I told you to stay away from him?" The white-haired man grumbled, not evening giving you a second look as he turned back towards his phone. You turned back to look at him with a humoured expression.
"You were serious about that?" You snorted, kicking your shoes off as you made your way towards rhe couch to sit beside him. "I figured you were just trying to be funny."
He just pouted his lip as he gave you another glare, shutting his cell off before sliding it back into his pocket.
"I just always thought that best friends were supposed to be off limits. That's the code, isn't it?"
"That's not a code." You responded, still quite amused. "The code is that exes are off-limits... Though judging by how close you and Suguru are, I guess I wouldn't put it past you." You let out a soft chuckle at your own joke; Gojo didn't seem to reciprocate the feeling.
"I just don't see why you'd go out with him, even after I told you not to." His tone was confident, though there was an underlying hint of insecurity in his words. "What if I told you that he was a major womaniser and a player?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, actually catching a sense of seriousness in his tone. Your expression became a lot less light-hearted and more defensive when you caught that displeased look in his icy blues, and your movements slowed to the pace of suspicion.
"I wouldn't believe you in the slightest." You commented swiftly. "Besides, I think you're more of those things than he is." You scoffed.
He raised an eyebrow at your words before rolling his eyes completely.
"What do you even see in him?"
"Woah, isn't he supposed to be your best friend? Why are you so surprised I could like him?" You looked a little taken aback, but you shrugged your shoulders before crossing your arms. "He's just a sweet guy. He's nice, chivalrous, and very attractive..." You murmured as you talked about how attractive you found Suguru, which made Gojo even more jealous.
"Oh yeah, he is all of those things." Satoru crossed his arms and huffed, clearly annoyed by your compliments on Suguru. "But surely you can't be that in love with the guy to be all blushy when you're around him."
"I am not!" Your face flushed immediately after he said that, which didn't help your case. "And Suguru is perfect. What is your problem?"
"My problem? My problem is that you seem too blind to see what's in front of you." His voice got louder as he spoke, sounding angry now. "Is his dick so far up your ass that you'd rather keep following him around than listen to me, your best friend?"
"And what if it was? I don't see how that concerns you." You seemed to get a little annoyed at his tone yourself. "Maybe I like how far his dick is inside of me."
"Pssht. Whatever." He grumbled, attempting to turn away from you.
"What? No. Is it so surprising that I could be attracted to someone? That that someone could be your best friend?" You spat at him, even as he was turned away. "Does it bother you that I could view him like that?"
The sudden change in topic caught him off guard, causing him to stop walking for a moment before turning back towards you again.
"Of course it bothers me!" He responded harshly, flinging his arms up. "It makes me feel pathetic! You're my best friend, damnit!"
"Yeah, you're my best friend. But can't I see other guys? Are you that pathetic?" Your nose wrinkled in frustration. "Maybe I am fucking Suguru. There's nothing you can do about that!"
A look of disgust came over his face as he realized what you said and he just sunk further down into the couch.
"Get over yourself, (Y/n)." He looked away with an annoyed expression, but it didn't stop you from wanting to voice your frustrations more.
"Oh, fuck me harder, Suguru!~ I like it like that!~" You moaned out in an obnoxious manner, clearly saying it to create a rise in Gojo, which was very obviously working. "Would hearing me scream that bother you—?!"
Before you could continue, Gojo turned abruptly and pushed you right up against the side of the couch, pinning you beneath him. It was like it was on instinct, like he couldn't help but let that be his first move when he heard you moan that. Even if it was in an obnoxious way, that tint of jealousy still glowed in his eyes.
"You're a brat." He groaned, his voice husky as he donned a much more dark expression. "You know what? You do bother me. The fact that you'd even go that far to hurt my feelings like that. But the worst part about it is that it pisses me off more than it should. This is pathetic."
"Oh, it pisses you off, huh?" You shared his displeased expression as you looked back up at him, feeling his muscular arms pinned against your sides.
"It does. And you wanna know why? Because you think being annoying will make you feel better. It won't." His tone became stern and serious. "Thing is, I know full well that you and Suguru aren't even fucking. He tells me everything."
You freeze, feeling your expression falter. "...He does?"
A small smirk formed upon his lips as he notices your shift. "Yeah... He talks too much." He let out a low chuckle before leaning down closer towards you. "He gives you head and you scream his name, but you've never actually taken his dick before, let alone seen it." The air around you grew tense as he stared into your eyes intently. "...Thing is, I think you'd actually be dissapointed."
You felt your knees buckle as he said that. There was still that attempt at maintaining your annoyed look, but the way he glared back at you made you realise that you were definitely losing the glaring war.
"Oh yeah? And what makes you think that? Does he have a small dick or something?"
"Oh, no." A sly grin spread across his face as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. "...I'm just bigger." He paused for effect, letting out another deep chuckle. "With that thought in mind, I know now that when you actually do get to see his dick, you're just gonna get the mental image of how my cock is better."
"Size isn't everything." You snorted. "If he can give me immaculate head, maybe he can give immaculate dick as well."
He arched a curious brow as he looked down at you with admiration.
"Size sure can help though, can't it?" Satoru let out darkly, his voice sending cold shivers down your spine. He reached over and grabbed your chin gently, pulling it upwards so that their faces were almost touching. "If it couldn't, you wouldn't be shaking right now after I had told you that."
You didn't even realise you were shaking slightly. Your knees feeling weak as your heart pounded loudly in your chest. Could he tell? He definitely could.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You huffed, attempting to play dumb. Satoru smirked again.
"Then why are you blushing?" He asked teasingly. "Are you getting turned on by this conversation? Or is it the fact that I'm being honest with you?" His hand tightened around your chin as he pulled your gaze back up to meet his own.
You didn't reply, just made attempts to look away as your face flushed fiercly. Seeing no success from trying to avoid eye contact, Satoru leaned forward, pushing you right up against the pillows of the couch as his hips gently grazed against your own.
"Come on... Answer me," he pleaded gently with a grin, staring deeply into your eyes once more. "What are you thinking right now? I bet it isn't Suguru anymore."
You didn't answer again.
Satoru's face took on a slightly more frustrated expression.
"I know you're trying your best to defend your relationship with Suguru when there really is nothing to defend." He let go of your chin and put his palms against the couch on either side of your head, trapping you as he looked down at you. "And if you had the chance to take my dick before his, you'd think of me every time you did it with him from hereon out."
You felt your stomach tighten as Gojo's long fingers hooked around the edge of your shorts, running his digits along your skin as he played with it.
As soon as he grazed your thigh, you could feel yourself becoming increasingly aroused under his touch. The way he spoke was driving you crazy too; each word seemed dripping with sexual intent.
"Tell me honestly..." He trailed off for a moment, letting out a soft grunt before continuing. "...Do you ever think you could be more satisfied with Suguru than you could be with me?"
You bit your tongue as Gojo sunk his hands into your shorts, his fingers finding the lace of your panties before dipping himself inside of them, rubbing slow circles against your wet clit. You let out a short whimper as the sudden rush hit you, though he didn't go further than a short stroke. He pulled back his hands slightly, taking a moment to look you in the eye. His expression was serious, but his eyes held an unmistakable glint of lust.
"And look at that, you're completely wet." He commented, amused.
"…Well what did you expect—?!" You snapped at him, heart pounding. "Saying all of those things while you're pinning me down!"
His lips curled up into a smirk again.
"I'm glad. Because I want to hear everything..." He said simply, leaning forward once more so that their faces were inches apart now. "...Lucky for you, I'm feeling pretty excited myself." He traced his hand along the edge of his sweatpants, tugging at the fabric of his tent before he pulled his heavy cock out of his boxers.
He had already torn down your shorts and panties as he had done so, parting your legs as his hand landed back onto your skin, his middle and ring finger teasing your clit. As soon as he touched your sensitive spot, you let out another low moan, arching your hips towards his touch and parting your legs further involuntarily.
"Mmmh..." He hummed softly, looking deep into your eyes once more. "If you ask me, if you were so attracted to Suguru, you wouldn't be so prepared to have your legs wide open for me."
"Sh... Shut up..." You whined out as his fingers pressed heavily against your clit.
He smirked, lifting his hand up to hold himself instead, pushing his cock up against your entrance as he slid his hand down your body.
"You want this, don't you?" He whispered against your ear, pushing his tip against your opening.
You let slip a satisfied moan as you swiftly adjusted himself to his size, his thick cock stretching your walls out immensely as he slowly let himself inside. As he slid all the way inside, he let out his own moan in pleasure.
"Feels good, huh?" He whispered, licking his thumb before reaching down to attach it to your clit again. "I want you to remember this feeling. My cock inside of you." He bit your earlobe softly, pressing his body against yours.
He slowly began to slide himself out before pushing himself back in at a steady pace, holding your thigh with one hand and caressing your hip with another.
His breathing grew heavier as he kept going, moaning quietly every now and then.
"Fuck, you're already taking me so well." He leaned forward to kiss your neck gently, his voice causing soft vibrations against your sensitive skin. "Let yourself enjoy this..."
"F-Fuck... Satoru..." You moaned out, grabbing onto the pillows of the couch in an instant reflex as he thrusted into you.
You calling his name out caused him to groan loudly as his eyes twinkled. He grinned as he buried his face into your shoulder whilst continuing to fuck you.
"That's right... Fuck..." He said breathlessly, kissing your cheek lovingly while still fucking you hard. "Just like that... Just keep doing what we're doing. Say my name, (Y/n). I want to hear it."
Feeling a little humiliated, you bit harshly on your bottom lip as to not try to whine out his name again instinctively. However, he seemed insulted at the fact that your flurry of moans did not contain his name. Seeing how much he was getting turned on by this made him chuckle.
"Oh? Is that all you can manage?" He teased mockingly, smirking mischievously. "Don't be so stubborn." He pulled out halfway through before slamming himself back into you with much more force this time. The speed of his hips picked up as he tried to force more heavy moans from your lips.
"—Satoru—! Ngh, fuck...!" Your face flushed violently as you grabbed his wrist, biting your lip down. You hated how he could see how pleased he was every time you moaned out his name. It was like some kind of award for him. His grip tightened around your waist as he continued to thrust in and out of you.
"Hahh... Good girl." He growled quietly before kissing your neck gently. "Say it again." He whispered softly, grinding against you even harder now.
"-S-Satoru..." You whimpered out even softly, your lips hung open as you let out another wave of desperate moans.
As soon as he heard those words come out of your mouth, he slammed himself deep inside of you once more. "That's right..." He groaned loudly, holding onto your shoulders tightly while pounding away at you relentlessly. "Fuck yeah..."
Your legs shakily wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you, your palms massaging the muscles of his forearms as you desperately sought out a part of his body to cling onto for support. Seeing how weak you were getting made him smile mischievously, just the knowledge that you were enjoying yourself pleased him.
"Oh? Getting this needy for my cock?" He asked teasingly, leaning forward so that his head rested on top of yours. "If it were Suguru you're thinking of, I'd need to fuck my name right into your brain." He chuckled darkly.
Your eyes shut tightly as you leaned your head up a little to stare glassy-eyed at the ceiling, your thighs still clinging onto his hips as he pounded into you.
Smirking down at you, Gojo continued slamming himself deep inside of you repeatedly.
"Mmmh.. You're such an obedient one aren't you?" His voice was low and husky, almost like he had no control over what he said anymore. "I wanna hear you..." He grunted, his hand sliding into his pocket as he reached for his cell phone. "Say my name again for the camera, please..."
When you saw the camera, your heart skipped a beat. You certainly weren't ready to be filmed, especially not in such a needy position like this. Although that was probably why you couldn't help but comply. You were so dumb for his cock that the cell phone had only registered in your brain for a second or two before you were focussed on how you wanted to take Satoru deeper.
The moment you heard the sound of the the record button bring pressed, you felt yourself whine louder. "Don't be a brat, (Y/n)." He demanded harshly, grabbing your hips roughly as he dove deeper. "Tell Suguru who's fucking you good." He growled menacingly, looking straight into your eyes as he slammed himself even harder than before inside of you.
Your eyes felt teary at the sensation, and your stomach felt even more tight when you heard that the video was going to Geto. But the way Gojo fucked you just felt so satisfying that it was almost like the moans slipped out on their own and you had little control over anything that happened.
"—Fuck! Satoru...!" You moaned out needily.
His grip tightened around your waist as he began to thrust faster, slamming himself deep inside of you each time. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room along with the shaking of the couch.
"What ever happened to wanting Suguru's dick, hm? You still thinking about him right now?"
You shook your head intensely as you reached to grasp desperately onto his forearms.
"God— Fuck...!" You let out. "—You feel so good..!"
He smirked down at you, ending the video at that sentence and sending it straight to Suguru, not ceasing his relentless thrusting as he did. Once that was done, he tossed his cell phone to the side and kissed your neck softly as he gripped your hair tightly in one hand.
"I know I do." He said breathlessly, slamming himself deep inside of you once again. "Suguru can wait for later though, I want you first."
Immediately after the video was sent, sounds of an endless swarm of notifications was heard from Gojo's phone, however the noises was drowned out by your collective moans at the audible slamming of connecting skin.
He continued to pound away at your pussy, his powerful thighs working against each other as he drove himself deep inside of you. Your walls clenched tightly around him, trying to hold on to him as long as possible, while your muffled cries were muffled by the cushions of the couch.
"—Satoru, I... I'm so close!" You whined, your nails digging deeply into the skin of his arms as you felt yourself chasing your high.
He grinned against your skin, his teeth clenching together as he thrust his hips forward, his thighs shaking with his movements as he continued to pound away at you.
"Can't hold back from me now, can you?" He asked, his voice deep and husky. "I want you to scream my name when you do. Can you do that for me?"
You nodded swiftly and obediently.
"Yes, yes, anything-! Just, please— I need to..." You bit down on your lip as the sensation built up in your stomach.
"I know, baby. I know." He bent down to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. "I'm gonna make you cum harder than you ever have before. Just let go and I'll take care of the rest."
As he said that, you felt his large hands slowly press down on your lower stomach, which only caused the sensation of pleasure to build up faster. His thumb slowly reached down to your clit to rub painfully good circles at your nub, which elicited more filthy noises.
He groaned loudly as he heard you moan out again, his grip tightening around your waist even further as he slammed his hips into yours. "Come on, babe... Come on..." His hand moved faster over your sensitive spot as he leaned down closer to your face. "Let it happen."
"Ngh—! Satoru—!" At that moment, you released yourself, your body shaking uncontrollably for a few seconds before you felt the warm liquid travel back in and out of you as he continued pounding for a moment. You saw a ring of white surround the length of his cock when you came, and it was only a matter of time before he quickly followed.
The man gave a loud grunt as he felt himself release inside you, slamming his hips against yours one last time before pulling out completely, his tip still leaking a little.
"Fuck..." He looked exhausted from the effort, breathing heavily as he kept you pinned beneath him.
Your panting was heavy. Sweat had accumulated at your forehead as you stared at him with a starstruck gaze. The two of you turned towards Gojo's phone, which had its phone screen lit up with notifications from Geto, who had sent a long line of videos to him, as well as a flurry of swift text messages. You saw Gojo smirk as his eyes turned towards his phone, but you couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Was this going to come back to bite you?
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader smut#satoru gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader smut#jjk satoru
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*explodes into your request box*
HEY HEY HEY, im back.
Came to ask an platonic Child!reader with the rest of the gang.
BUT HEAR ME OUT
Child reader is like an wolf in sheep's clothing, like reader has an cute expression on their face but when someone tries to touch them, they'll go like: "touch me and ill rip your hand off" in a full innocent voice and that cute smile.
And child reader has shark teeth.
Tyy!
*explodes*
- 🦭
The cast x child!reader (platonic)
throwing this together after waking up from a really nice nap! i still have the kinger request to work on but my brains still stumped.. sobs..
requests are still open by the way! you can find the link to my rules in my previous post, or you can look in my pinned! :O
apologies if some sections for the characters are a little short, my brains still a lil okfvokffvovf from waking up TToTT
CAINE:
a child? in the circus?
he doesnt quite know how to make of it, i mean... its not like he has to make any accommodations, the circus is a place for all ages afterall!
i give you this new concept: dad caine
lightly scolds you when you threaten someone, bad manners!
i think he would be like a stereotypical eccentric dad
in house adventures seem to tone down just a touch so theyre not too intense or dangerous for you, keeps an eye on you to make sure you dont get stuck anywhere or flung across the room
rip bubble, you probably pop them when theyre within a foot of you
pinches your cheek only to have his hand comically chomped off ("now now (reader)! what did i tell you about biting! time out!)
POMNI:
similar confusion that caine has, but like, more so
how did a kid even get their hands on one of the headsets??
honestly i think pomni might be the type to be uncomfortable around kids; she doesnt hate them she just doesnt know what to do with them
also kids can possess a different kind of cruelness when they really put their minds to it and shes already in a mentally precarious position as it is
she doesnt avoid you though!
was bitten a grand total of one times, she made the mistake of trying to take you somewhere during an IHA and she didnt make you aware that she was going to put her hand on your shoulder
JAX:
okay you cant swear in the circus, but i feel like jax has some very creative ways to work around that, making these new colorful euphemisms that dont skip out on the crudeness. he teaches you some of his favorites just to watch the world burn
lightning fast reflexes, should you try to bite or hit him; not that hes going to try to put his hands on you
actually
i can see him picking you up via scooping his hands under your arms, or literally just holding you up by the scruff of your next
congrats theres now the image of jax holding a flailing sheep child in our heads. his shins will be kicked in the second you get put down
thinks its funny when people have to do double takes when you let out a threat or say something dark
RAGATHA:
i think she would be a cool babysitter, or big sister figure to you
similar to caine she will lightly scold you when you're being 'rude'
doesnt try to figure out why you dont like being touched, also respects it. respects your space as well, she doesnt totally baby you
she is a little sad that a kid so young got stuck in the digital world, though
even if you could remember things, i dont think she would ask out of fear of possibly upsetting you
likes making you little things (small pillows, plushes, ect) since i can see her being into sewing.. might be because shes a doll, though
KINGER:
i said it once and ill say it again, kinger is dad. like i already hc he had kids before getting stuck in the digital world, but i also like to hc that he and gangle have a dad/kid relationship, at least when kinger was less... paranoid
like he still has the capacity to be a father figure to you, but i think with you being a little... ermrmfl.. he might be a little put off
tells you stories about "being a king" (ie embellishing the one time he was put in charge during an IHA ages ago) and tells you about some previous in house adventures
youre so short he genuinely doesnt see you approaching sometimes so he either gets jumpscared by you or literally trips over you on accident
is so so apologetic once he gets over the initial shock of suddenly meeting the floor
really if you follow this guy around and show interest in his interests hes gonna adopt you
he knows your threats arent empty, even if they arent hes not going to try to find out
ZOOBLE:
zooble seems like the type of person to find some vague amusement in kids swearing or saying out of pocket stuff, i cant explain why
cant teach you swear words thanks to the censoring of the digital world but hey... they can still spell it out...
honestly i hc that zooble themselves doesnt like being touched so hey you dont have to worry about that, they personally get it
cool older sibling energy. while ragatha gives off sweet n caring older sister, zooble gives off the energy of a cool older sibling who like. idfk skateboards or something
zooble skateboarding real
not much else to say here
GANGLE:
similar to pomnis but this is more so because gangle is intimidated by other people thanks to her shyness!
i think gangle would be in the same boat as you and zooble, in terms of touching, but in gangles case its because shes made of ribbon and thus can be pushed around very easily
would cry on the off chance you snap at her :(
she lets you into her room sometimes to let you draw with her! kids like drawing right?
thats her reasoning, at least
i mean hey, it gives you something to do and gives you a break from all the chaos
actually pretty okay when her comedy mask isnt broken, actually makes an attempt to properly get to know you and crack a few jokes
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#caine x reader#pomni x reader#jax x reader#ragatha x reader#kinger x reader#zooble x reader#gangle x reader#caine x you#pomni x you#jax x you#ragatha x you#kinger x you#zooble x you#gangle x you
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Shared sensation part.4
Where was he? Who was he? Why did everything hurt?. Those where the constant questions going through 27's head. He didn't know what was happening. He was in some sort of tube filled with green liquid.
Every once in a while someone in a white coat will walk over to the tube and press some buttons then insert some blue liquid into the tube, causing these weird dreams.
"Red Robin focuse we need to be careful about this" a gruff voice orders and tim nodded "yeah b I know" tim says his voice hollow. He felt so numb as if he was drowning in a sea of ice.
Why should he care if he gets hurt he isnt going to feel it. Tim tries to stay focused during the fight but his mind keeps wandering, wandering to the beautiful black haired boy, and how his face flashed with horror when tim rejected him.
By the time the fight ended tim was bruised and bloody. "Red robin I told you to stay focused" bruce criticized once they got back to the cave. "I'm sorry ok, I just cant think properly" tim sighs, he can feel a headache comeing on.
Bruce put a hand on Tim's shoulder. "I think it's best for you to take a break" bruce said "bruce I'm fine" tim growls. He wasnt fine he was numb, nothing mattered anymore.
He lost his other half. He shouldn't have let him go. he shouldn't have pushed away. HE FAILED, IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT, HE SHOULD HAVE PROTECTED HIM!
27's eyes opened again he felt pressure behind his eyes almost as if something wanted to escape them. 27 felt so confined. He didnt like it in here. He felt like something was pulling him, that something was missing. He dosnt understand what was going on.
D.A.N.N.Y the name at the top of the file bright in red. It contained so much and so little. "Danny" tim says while running his fingers down the photo of the boy a year younger than himself. "My sweet danny" tim mumbles reading over the suspicious death records.
They say he died a few months ago but tim knows that he died 2 years ago. Things arnt adding up. He has to find out what happened, what happened to danny. HOW DID DANNY DIE!? WHO IS COVERING IT UP?!
27 studied his surroundings. He wanted out of here, he wanted to go where his chest wanted to lead him.
"AHHHHHH!" Danny's screams rang loud even through the muzzle that was shoved onto his face as people in white coats cut him open. even if it was only over video tim could clearly see how they looked at his soulmate. like he was less than human. How dare they, I will kill them the thought rolled into Tim's mind, the yeah the GIW will pay.
27 didn't want to be in here anymore he wanted out. 27 moved his arm placing his palm against the glass. None of the white coats paired him attention so he reeled his arm back and punched. And punched, and punched, until the glass cracked.
Part 3
Part 5
#writing prompt#writing#danny phantom#dialogue prompt#danny fenton#dc x dp#dc comics#batfam#my writing#dc#danny x tim#clone tim
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Backgrounds hurt.
Brahms heelshire x reader
“Brahms?” You called out looking around the giant mansion for the dirty man you call your boyfriend, seeing him peek out behind a wall you smiled. He waddled over and patted your shoulder acknowledging the fact that he likes you, “Follow me dear.” You linked arms with him and walked to the kitchen, “So we’ve been dating for quite a while,” He nodded agreeing and thinking back to the past 3 years. You nodded and smiled, “So i feel like its been a good amount of time for me to ask about what happened to you before m-" He cut off your sentence with a firm “No.” You stared at him surprised wide eyed and frowned furrowing your eyebrows. “Brahms please don’t interrupt me, but if you dont want to tell me then okay” Your sentence turned from stern to soft near the end as you questioned why your boyfriend was so secretly. He shook his head getting up and walking away, “Brahms!” You called out standing up and following him. “Brahms i wont treat you any differently, you know that why are you being so secretive about your past!” You cried out stopping and watching him walk away. You groaned and he stopped, fear filled your body as he turned to face you, “Brahms, please” You attempted to plead with him before he grabbed a vase off a table and threw it at you. You dodged it moving to the side and it crashed on the floor behind you, you looked back to him wide eyed and he stomped over to you. He growled, the sweet lovable stinky man you knew was gone and this was his real side, the kind he spent so long on to keep away from you. Now here he was growling at you and throwing things at you, he turned and walked off into the walls and you let out a breath you didnt know you were holding.
Hello my dears❤️❤️ I feel so bad but I need to clarify that my requests are open but for the next 2 days i might not be as active or respond as quickly, I am busy and im so sprry i will respond when i have time!!
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hi i asked abt zena and ani. I js wanted to say that their dynamic is my favorite thing in the world. how he’s so nonchalant abt everything and mysterious and her just wanting to crack him. im in love.
also. “ever shot a porno?” god kill me now. i need more of their banter. just the way they speak to each other is so 🫠
i’d love to see a more personal (wink wink) interview between them both.
thank you indy for blessing this earth with zenakin.
(also could i be 🪐)
this is so crazy cool to me tbh bcos i didnt write them together originally to have crazy sexual tension i just feel like i cant not imbue sexual tension into my writing. i love that you asked me about them and youve picked up on their dynamics. the prompt is a little too vague so i hope im doing it justice. also yes ofc you can be that emoji <3
"Bet you thought you saw the last of me." ZENA DAREN remarks smartly, a haughty curl to her lips at the sight of ANAKIN SKYWALKER sitting before her once again. He takes a sip from his water bottle, and she finds herself staring at the way his Adam's apple bobs from the movement. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and drops the bottle next to his chair leg.
"You are persistent, I'll give you that." he relents, and nods in subtle commendation. "Didn't even realize I had an agent until you relentlessly overwhelmed her with every trick in the book. Can't say I'm not impressed." Zena can't tell if this was another one of his signature dry jokes. Krayt House couldn't be so popular now that he wouldn't notice an entire person signing on to be his personal agent to coordinate events behind the scenes? How many papers has this guy signed to have not kept track of something like that? No, must be a joke. It's still taking considerable effort for her to nail this guy down. Like a Rubik's cube, she can't put it down until it's a clear solve.
Her pen points over the precipice of her clipboard. "You told her you weren't taking interviews anymore." The accusatory tone of voice utilized causes Anakin to raise his brows in mock offense.
"The series is over. Why should I?" he debates, sinking further back into his seat that unconsciously pushes out his hips. Those black pants hug him well, and Zena swallows. Additionally, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, swelling the muscle in a most please way. Cords of tendons lovingly tended to in the gym are on full display. At this point, she knows he's attractive— he has been all this time— but what would she expect from a professional porn star with his kind of experience under his belt? It won't go anywhere if she pursued it, but she's far more fascinated in him as a puzzle to solve.
"You neglected to mention to her that I would be an exception." She shrugs, as if it should be obvious, leaning her back against the chair as a snooty expression adorns her countenance.
He scoffs. "You think after a couple of links that you're an exception?"
"Out of the roster I'd say I'm the most consistent contestant. You agree to be on my show thirty-seven percent more than others on average."
Anakin tilts his head forward to peer at her through his brows curiously, "Oh, so you're keeping tabs on me, huh?" There he goes again, being that charming smooth-talker that can tongue-tie her in seconds. It's frustrating.
Warm color blooms on Zena's cheeks, and she rallies. The stumble is noted by her counter-part, who scans her vulnerable figure in her usual professional attire. Her legs crossed neatly over one another in a pencil skirt and heels is practically smoothed over as if his piercing blue gaze was a large hand. "That's not—"
"I get it." He pinches his shoulder to his neck with a sniff of his nose, swiping at it with his thumb as he glances to the side. "We both know you've got a little thing for me. Look, I was just showing up to do my job. It's not my fault you got the rights to me during the run of the series."
Without thinking, Zena blurts out, "Are you always so self-centered?"
The corner of his lips quirk up. "Only when it helps me get a read on my opponent." Once more, Zena is rendered speechless. She's been trying to decipher this guy since day one and all she's managed to do is grant him insider access to her own mind. Anakin takes advantage of her reticence, gesturing to her camera with an incline of his head and his curls bounce from the motion. "Forgot to turn on the camera." he points out to her. Her gaping mouth cannot be occupied by a single word, and he takes it one step further. "I like your glasses. New pair?"
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Slightly smutty Hellcheer headcanon:
"Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even... Murder."
They're sitting in the back of Eddie's van, the radio's playing in the background; It's comfy, there are blankets and a couple of cushions and Chrissy feels herself blush wondering what he usually does in here. While he's expertly rolling a joint, she picks up the magazine with the Dungeons and Dragons article and reads it, when she closes the magazine again she's kind of fidgety almost nervous.
"Spit it out, Princess, What is it?"
He asks, taking a drag from the joint before passing it to her.
"Oh um...is it true what it says in here?"
She inhales the smoke deep into her lungs like he'd shown her and tries not to cough.
"Well I don't sacrifice innocent little virgins, now do I?"
He gives her an evil teasing grin and she playfully slaps his chest.
She gets chatty when she's high and the last time they smoked together she'd embarrassedly told him that she didnt go all the way with Jason yet, not for lack of trying on Jason's part though.
Eddie was far from an expert at sex himself, he'd made out with a couple of people, lost his virginity to Tammy Thompson two years ago, saw his fair share of porn magazines and videos and got a blow job in his car, from a flirty college girl that had somehow got lost at the Hideout with her friends a couple months ago;
So he'd reassured Chrissy that there's nothing wrong with waiting for the right moment ,with him, he thought, not with Carver, knowing that that would never happen, that The queen of Hawkins High would never let a trailer trash, drug dealing, DnD playing loser like him defile her.
"That's not what I meant! That other thing..."
"Huh? The murder? Yeah haven't killed anyone either...yet"
He still smirks, the deep pink blush spreading all over her face tells him exactly what she's refering to but he enjoys teasing her a bit too much.
"Stooooop! You know what I mean...isnt that....like...really painful?"
She leans in close and is almost whispering as if anyone can overhear, despite them sitting in his car, next to lovers lake, while it's raining outside and not a soul is in sight.
"I mean I've never been on the recieving end... or the giving for that matter, but I guess it can feel really good for both partners if the guy is careful and knows what he's doing..."
He feels his own face burning now and doesn't know if it's the weed making him lightheaded or his blood flow being diverted away from his brain. He adjusts the way he sits, hoping she doesn't notice.
"But maybe don't ask Jason to...you know, do that with you..."
"You think he wouldn't know how to make it good for me?"
She looks at him with her big blue innocent eyes as if she didnt just ask him about anal sex.
"Pfff I'm sure he doesn't know how to make you feel good in general but can we please stop talking about Carver fuck-...about this asshole doing anything with you?"
"Sorry...didnt wanna make you angry"
The mood just went from playful to ice cold. He holds out the joint to her but she's staring at her hands, fiddling with a loose thread on the hem of her cheer skirt.
Eddie gently brushes his knuckles along her upper arm and offers her the joint again when she looks at him.
"Hey I'm not angry...just don't want to think about you having sex is all."
She stares at him, bottom lip quivering, hardly able to hold back her tears, swallowing the lump in her throat and Eddie's confused how they ended up here, things were going so well and now she's almost crying and he's not even sure what he did wrong.
"I know I'm not much to look at but you don't have to be so mean about it."
"Oh shit! Chrissy, that's not what I meant!" He can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of this situation,
"Look, I'm a simple man, you keep talking about getting' and he lowers his voice and leans in as if he's letting her in on a secret, the way she did earlier' "some back door action, I'm going to think about it and I'll have a bit of a problem here..."
He vaguely gestures towards his crotch. Chrissy's eyes go wide when she realizes.
"Oh...oh!!!...you mean...Oh my god I'm sorry...wait...because of me?"
"Yeah... you're driving me crazy, isnt that obvious?"
"So you ARE into that?" She giggles and he's just glad she's not crying anymore.
God he loves the sound of her giggling, he runs his hand over his face shaking his head.
"Chrissy Cunningham, people would think you're a real freak if they knew about your new found interest in sodomy"
He says the last word in this deep, almost growl- like voice he sometimes uses when playing DnD , and he didn't expect that kind of reaction but he's delighted to see the shiver that runs through her. Eddie leans against the back of the driver seat, one of his long legs streched out in front of him the other slightly bent, still trying to not put his semi hard dick too much on display.
"You're not going to tell anyone, right?"
"Of course not, Princess, it's our dirty little secret."
He was just trying to be funny but her breathless little gasp and the way she looks at him, like this is the most exciting thing that ever happened to her, her pupils dilated so far her eyes almost look black, before she crawls over and snuggles against him like a fucking kitten, like they usually do once the high sets in, make him realize he probably could get into her proverbial pants right now, if only he was a bit more of an asshole.
"Do you...do you need help with that?"
She murmurs into his Hellfire club shirt, her fingers trace a path down his chest until they're dangerously close to waistband of his pants.
The frustrated groan that slips out of his lips before he gently grasps her hand and links their fingers together, sends another shiver through Chrissy's body. He doesn't want to turn her down... HOLY FUCK does he want to feel those dainty fingers wrapped around his cock but everything about this feels wrong, not in a hot, 'doing something forbidden' kind of way but in a 'she might regret this later and never speak a single word with him again' way.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Sweetheart, not tonight... but if you still want to ...next time we meet, we can. Is that alright for you?"
She looks up into his mesmerizing brown eyes and nods excitedly, this is so wildly different than what she's used to with Jason she can feel herself fall head over heels in love with this boy.
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1, 3, 12 and 24 for the ask game!! :p
hi bar ily ❤️🩹🥳
1. favorite fic you wrote this year
man… i will always always love of linked arms and bruised hearts :’)) i know that the writing style may be just average but i have such a personal connection to that story. maybe its because i definitely self projected but i will always love friendships!!! i feel that its become such an important and recurring theme in my fics, if i’ll be honest <3
another favorite of mine is familiarity (it’s all sticky) <3 definitely an idea ive had for a long time and i had lovely @wuahae betaread it :’)) its very personal to me… idk i like to think of it as a fic that commemorates not only how much i do l*ve that loser but also how much i love cat <3
idk if this is cheating but of guitar strings and peeled tangerines earns its spot too!! the outline i made since the second half of the year and ive really been hyped and happy writing it <3 i feel like its a reflection of the nooks and crannys of moni imo </3 so its crazy that it’ll be even more personal than of linked arms and bruised hearts
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
OH I DEFINITELY HAVE SO MUCH FAVORITE ONES 😭😭 and alot of them will be from of linked arms and bruised hearts im afraid… i have a bad habit of rereading my works to see what i can improve on or what couldve been changed but also its a way to reflect on my growth as a writer
first, we have the scenes where reader and jichang come back to cheongju for the holidays :’) i think its just sooo domestic imo and it really does have u reflect on what reader and jichang have <3 i personally love the scene where reader finds out jichang has been keeping clippings of their articles <3 it does smth to my lil heart <3
another one is of course the train ride back home… idk to me its just a very sentimental scene about the idea of home and how they find it in each other :’))) particularly these passages always do smth to me
another scene in particularly loved writing is the scene between kevin and reader where they talked about reader’s life… they were discussing editorship and possible topics for the opinion piece and i just thought that the whole reflection of it was beautiful :’)
now for of guitar strings and peeled tangerines… ugh so much to say… first off i loved writing the scene where reader comes back to town… its the whole progression of them getting off the station, meeting juhak again, arriving at their father’s restaurant, u know the vibes :’)) in between every passage, u really see how much grief and resentment they hold towards this town.
The waves are strong enough to tip your balance. You do everything to stand on your own feet. The image of Jacob you drew on the sand has been washed off—it’s your fault for drawing it too close to the shore.
i know u particularly love this line and i think i do too now :’) smth i didnt know i would enjoy </3
another one i loved writing is the flashback… the first time we see how much peeled tangerines mean between the two… just so much astonishment joy and love <3
12. favorite character to write about this year
rah i think my favorite charas to write abt were definitely the friendgroup in of linked arms and bruised hearts! i also really loved writing moonbae and reader :’))) to me, they just have so much love for each other!!! it was just so nice to see them grow in my eyes as well
if were talking abt members tho, i did love writing about eric :’))) i know i couldnt give justice to the plot with my whack writing style but it was a treat to write abt that lil guy!
24. favorite fic you read this year
SO MUCH!!! WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN!!!
we have ofcourse gravity by @wuahae … still a banger i love her forever!
we also have the whole liu series by @sungbeam but special shoutout to off the record which brought me back to deobism and party people for being my comfort fic!! i also love beam’s night terrors… UGHHHHHEHEJS I HAVENT READ A FIC THt hits all the SPOTS I NEEDED DURING MY FINALS SEASON. genuinely saved me
i also LOVE plot twist by @sohnric :’))) IDKKKK I TOLD IT ALL IN MY REVIEW BUT WHEN I TELL U I FELT LIKE I WAS SPIRALING BACK INTO WHAT IT FIRST FELT LIKE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH KIM SUNWOO… IT WAS SRS TO ME!!
sorry for such a lengthy post <3 just so happy to have spent even just the second half of 2023 here on deobiblr
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Delusional - Part 17
*Not my GIF *
Once everyone was at the clubhouse they all gathered round the bar. “ATF isnt hrere about the blast at the warehouse a month ago. They are here digging into the club. Agent Stahl got Hale to pull me from the cells for an Interview. She knew all about me. My information, Everything. Even questioned me about Alex. Said his mum has filed some kind of missing report. Told me once she’s tore down SAMCRO, she’s gonna go looking into Alex.” Delaney held on to Jax’s hand tight. “What if she finds him? What if he comes back?” It was obvious to see she was worried. Alex really would kill her this time. But this time she had so much more to lose. Jax wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her close to him. “He wont come back baby. He knows I’ll kill him for everything he did to you.” Clay looked at Unser angrily. “And you had no idea about this bitch? Clearly Hale is working with her.” Unser raised his hands in surrender. “Woah just hold on a minute! If your suggesting i knew about this and didnt tell you, your completely wrong. They were here about the blast, thats all i knew!” Clay looked as though he didnt believe a word that came out of his mouth. “Why question Delaney though? It doesnt make sense.” Chibs spoke up. It went quiet as everyone tried to think of why she went after Delaney. What could she possibly achieve by going after her? “She wants information. Even if its something small.” Juice spoke up. “Whats the one thing she can use against us if she only has small bits of information? Where no information is irrelevant or not useful?” The penny dropped. They knew her game. “RICO. Shes using RICO.” Clay slammed his hands on the bar angrily. “THAT BITCH!” Silence quickly filled the clubhouse as the reality of what that meant for everyone sunk in.
From her place at Jax’s side, Delaney broke the silence. “We need to be smart about every move we make from now on. Atleast while Feds are in town. Gemma you need to get word to Luann that she’ll be watched. Shes an old lady, they’ll think shes privy to everything. Especially with Otto on the inside.” Everyone looked at her in suprise, while Jax looked at her proudly. His woman was so smart. “Over the next few weeks we need to run the garage like clock work. Only legit business in or out. Meaning your gonna have to find somewhere quiet to store and assemble the guns. Juice, pull up a map and start looking for possible places.” Delaney cleared space on the bar for Juice to start his search. “This bitch is smart. She’s gonna pick off the weakest links first. People with the most to lose. People she can blackmail. Ope, As much as i love Donna, she wants you out of Samcro, meaning shes a target for this Bitch. If she can convince Donna she can get you out if they cut a deal, She’ll take it. Get her straight with that.” Turning to Chief Unser, Delaney continued her rant. “And you Chief, i suggest you keep your ears open at the station. You’ll be the one to hear anything first hand. Oh and rein in Your Deputy. Or he’s gonna get that smirk wiped off his face, and not by Jax. By me.” Turning her attention to Gemma and Clay, Delaney smiled wide. “While Juice finds somewhere to store them, The rest of the guys can help Clay and Jax find a way to keep shipments coming in on time without ATF seeing how we get them in. Also need a way to get them out to the buyers without Feds seeing guns for cash. Maybe one location to pick up cash another location to exchange the guns. Either way thats the most important, keeping shipments going out and cash coming in.” Tig cut in once Delaney had finished talking. “And what are you guys gonna do while we do the hard work? sit there and look pretty?” Delaney rolled her eyes at the older man. “Me and Gem have the hardest job ofcourse. Making us all look like one big normal happy family. How you feel about a fundraiser Gem?” at the mention of that Gemma smiled wide. “Im thinking money for the local highschool? new music block maybe?” Gemma wrapped her arm around Delaney and looked to Jax. “See this is why i love her! Shes smart.” Jax grinned at his mom and his woman. God, he loved her. “What are you all standing around for? You have your orders!” Clay pulled himself up from the bar stool and kissed Delaney’s forehead. “You are a blessing to this family. Lets hope your plans work Sweetie.” He kissed Gemma before making his way through the double doors to the meeting room. Gemma wandered off into the kitchen ready to start planning the fundraiser. Jax walked up to Delaney and pulled her to him by his hoodie that she had on. “I love you.” He spoke softly pressing a kiss to her lips. “God, im never gonna get tired of hearing you say that.” Delaney sighed in bliss as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, standing on her tip toes to press another kiss to his lips. “I know our moment got interrupted. But you kinda forgot something.” Jax grinned at her confused expression as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. “I told you this wasnt a spur of the moment decision. Ive been wanting to ask you for a little while. I just never expected to blurt it out in the moment. I wanted to do something special but i was so worried you’d say no.” Jax opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring. Tears welled in Delaneys eyes for what must have been the thousandth time that day. “I would never say no. We’ve been through alot. Alex. The baby. Now this. But we always do it together. Youre my world, Jaxon.” Jax placed a kiss on her ring finger before sliding the engagement ring on. It fit perfect and Delaney’s breath hitched in her throat. It was official. She was his.
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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
LINK TO ALL PARTS // AO3 LINK // PINTEREST LINK
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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?’
#my writing#the girl he left behind#elvis#Elvis Presley#elvis presley x reader#Elvis x Reader#elvis x ofc#elvis presley x ofc#austin!elvis x reader#austin!elvis#austin!elvis fanfic#vernon presley#Gladys Presley
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So I just beat TotK... and I have THOUGHTS
MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW!!!!
TOTK ENDING SPOILERS (OBVIOUSLY)
(I also think I got a secret ending? So spoilers for that)
I think the biggest accomplishment for me so far has been beating that malice-infused Silver Lynel under Hyrule Castle
So funny story, right after the spirit temple, I was like "Well I bet gdorf is under the castle, imma hop down there and see if I can find him." I went to the under-depths under the castle but I didn't see gdorf anywhere! I went past the likelikes and the horriblins and I didn't see any sign of gdorf so I left. Did the kogha depths quests (very much enjoyed the kogha depths quests they were epic!!!! (except I couldn't find the rito chasm)) and then kogha was like 'he's under the castle lol' and so I WENT BACK UNDER THE CASTLE and nothing was different!! And then I found the pass!! That had been there this whole time!!!
Uhhh thoughts on the castle... I loved it. I loved the enemies and how genuinely difficult it was, I loved the aesthetics, the music?? THE MUSIC!!!! oh my god I loved the music sosososo much. The way it progressed throughout the castle?? The way we went so far down was fuckin epic. I enjoyed it immensely. And I loved being able to be back in the first area - the echoes of going back to the beginning, cyclicalness, idk there's a much much deeper theme there but I don't have the words to express it.
I really enjoyed the fights with gdorf and I'm sososo glad he got rehydrated eventually. The hearts getting quite literally destroyed was an amazing twist. And the fact that he could flurry rush you??? I hated (loved) that sooooo much!!! At least he couldn't give like five attacks in return. I got out of that fight with two hearts left, and it was such a weird feeling to have full hearts and there only being two. The draconification was incredibly incharacter for gdorf but I still wasn't really expecting it. Just goes to show how fuckin strong link is, bc he felt THAT desperate. The dragon fight was kinda underwhelming tbh but I absolutely loved the aesthetics. I wish there was a way that the Demon dragon would still be there in the overworld. I'm glad Zelda came back, I'm sosososo glad she got her happy ending, I've heard a lot about how it felt cheap but honestly folks use 'the power of love' as a reason for so many things all the time so it's not bad. And the fact that there's an actual Explanation (sonia's and raaru's spirit powers, coming to finish the job?? Epicccc) one thing i didnt like (or think makes sense) is that links arm went back to normal all in all tho I really enjoyed it!!!!
I liked the secret ending too. I don't really know what to say about it (my brains going brrr rn and it's hard to actually articulate it)
The one thing about all this that really pissed me off was that things just went back to the way they'd been before. I mean, it really didn't have to. You could've kept the gloom by just being like "yeah for some reason all the gloom didn't go away". Then don't transform Zelda back into a human, just extract her, so there's the dragon form and the human form and you can still get horns, let link keep his arm and have mineru's construct be inhabited by an AI. Maybe even add a side quest series about getting rid of the gloom from hyrule/the depths via Zeldas light powers? As for Zelda herself, either go SMO style and have her pop up in random locations talking about stuff, have her stay in Hateno at her house and the school, or (and this would be really cool) make her into a companion! We already have the baseline for that with the other sages, she could have a moveset similar to Zeldas basic light moves in aoc, and maybe her sage ability could bathe a little area in sacred light and make it so gloom wasn't existent in it? Idk it could be super fun. And not having it matter at all in the end makes everything feel much much less meaningful.
All in all, I think i like totk less than botw. But not by much, they're both great games and I LOVE how totk built on botw. Maybe it's just the nostalgia talking, but there's just something I can't put my finger on that makes botw better than totk.
I'll keep updating this blog with more of playthrough!!
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Seeing Kinger stuff is so nice gosh! Would it be cool to get the rest of the fluff alphabet with him please? Or if that's too much the ones you'd like to write about most
Kinger fluff alphabet! the whole thing!
two things one is more so one of my personal woe things unrelated to you but i deleted my masterlist immediately after finishing it because i didnt like the layout of it; 3 hours down the drain SOBS
other thing! imma go ahead and link the other fluff alphabet stuff so its a complete list!
actually third surprise thing, WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT TO PUT P IN THE FLUFF ALPHABET/lh/nm
i fixed it now but i cant believe i skipped a letter i feel so dumb
ABSTRACT- if you were to ever abstract he would probably abstract himself. i mean if the things about queener/queenie are true and they were close, then that would mean this guy would lose a loved one TWICE. that would most definitely break someone, and kinger is already on the edge as it is. if he somehow doesnt abstract, he probably becomes even more paranoid; kind of shutting everyone out almost because he sure as hell knows he cant take a third heartbreak. rarely ever leaves his pillow fort, unless hes physically dragged out? sometimes he forgets you're gone, because he just refuses to believe the truth. sad stuff
BONDING- will rattle on and on about cool bug facts, if he has his own collection in his room he will show you it! maybe, if you want, he will let you hold some of the critters! tells a lot of stories, nicer ones from when things in the circus arent so... bad.. usually when hes in a good headspace! you get the feeling he embellishes his stories... not too different from a grandfather trying to make his experiences seem more glamorous and action packed than they really were
CUDDLING- he is very hard, due to him being a chess piece, but his clothes do a really good job at softening him! no arms :(... usually rests his hands on your back, or maybe has one on your shoulder and the other on your hip. switches between being big and little spoon, sometimes he wants to hold and sometimes he wants to be held
DATES- you can find them here!
EMOTION- kinger is... odd... im not sure where he lies, because i think sometimes he does have moments where he remembers thing and it overwhelms him, so that may be the main time hes the emotional one. however, i guess this entire time for emotional ive been focusing on more.. 'bad' emotions, but i think kinger would gush about how much he loves you, like WOAH! he is just overflowing with feelings right now
FAMILY- honestly he gives me dad vibes, if this dude doesnt already have kids in the real world (wow thats a sad thought... dude is like MIA probably and his kids are left to wonder where he went. double owie if queener/queenie was his real life wife before things happened) so if you guys make it back to the real world and unite, you're gonna be a step parent! would he like to have more kids with you? i think it depends, he would want it, though!
GIFT- you know how some people put bugs in like, cases to preserve them or something? i feel like he would give you those with some of his prettier bugs! loves anything you give him, he always keeps them stored safe in his room!
HARSH- you guys dont really get into arguments, i dont think! kinger doesnt like hiding things from you unless its something deeply personal, but otherwise hes an open book to you
IN HOUSE ADVENTURE- here!
JEALOUSY- its not so much as him being jealous as it is him being paranoid that something is going to happen to him or you, so! even if he wasnt worrying himself half to death he doesnt exactly seem like the jealous type to me, tbh
KISS- its time for my favorite thing for characters with no mouth!!! he boinks his face into yours, i actually wrote something for this! not gonna link it since its so short and i can easily relay the idea: but he would internally hype himself up (usually does this if this is the beginning of the relationship, he gets more confident as time goes on!), and just lightly 'pecks' your cheek before pulling away. loves kissing your cheeks as well as the back of your hands. loves being kisses where his mouth would be as well as his cheeks
LOVE LANGUAGE- quality time!! this man follows you around like a love sick puppy, because he loves you so much but also because again, he worries.. he also likes doing acts of service for you, makes him feel like hes capable of doing things on his own (which he is!). loves it when you return the favor via words of affirmation
MENDED- is he dreaming? is he imagining things again?
nope, its really you. somehow, you've recovered from abstracting, and you're now out of the cellar. he wants to hold you and never ever ever let you go, out of fear that hes going to come to his senses any second and youll be gone. wants to keep you in the pillow fort with him, or at least within his line of sight
NO- its less of an active dealbreaker and more of a "hey this is going to stress him out and probably hurt his mental health" but like, i dont think he would pair well with a really really intense person. like sure caien is pretty intense, but its not like caine is going to be spending a significant amount of time with him everyday, but like. you know? like i talk about some characters enjoying being on their toes and left guessing in regards to their partner, but kinger is NOT one of those people. he needs stability
PDA- less of a case where he actively and knowingly indulges in PDA and more so a case where he subconsciously holds onto your hand to keep you at arms length and to feel you. due to his lack of arms he has probably wandered off without you (and his hand) at least once. is not opposed to PDA, though, so long as its not like. insane
QUIET TIME- quiet time between the two of you is very rare. sure kinger can be very quiet when hes alone, but when hes alone with someone else, someone he cares so much about.. he cant help but fill the silence with words, to keep the ringing in his ears at bay .. so really quiet time is talking time
ROSES- ill mention it again in V (i wrote v before this section), he loves giving you roses especially on special occations! loves receiving flowers as well, he seems like a rose kind of guy as well
SHH- the one thing he doesnt like talking about is queener/queenie, well, more so the last few days leading up to her abstraction. it brings up. well, memories. on one hand he doesnt want to forget her, but on the other hand he doesnt want to bare the pain of those terrible memories
TUNES- THIS THIS THIS THIS ONE ALWAYS COME TO MY HEAD WHEN I THINK OF ROMANTIC HCS FOR SWEETIDEAS FOR OLDER GUYS IDK WHY
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UPSET- im going back and forth with a lot of these as i fill in the list so! tying this in with E, i mention one of the only times he gets emotional is when he remembers some unfortunate events that took place in the circus. you're going to need to console him and bring him back to the present moment :(. when you're upset he tries to distract you, takes you to his fort, and tells you stories
VALENTINE- on the chance that he remembers what day it is, hes going to give you the most sterotypical date he can give to you. i think it might be because i can kind of see kinger as like, a classic/stereotypical romantic when it comes to you. flowers, he cant take you out to dinner so he takes you out to the digital lake to gaze at the clouds and watch the bugs pass
WANT- he wants a companion, he wants stability, and thats something he needs. he wants someone to be compassionate about him, his wellbeing, and his interests
XOXO- here! as well as Yearn!
ZZZ- if you guys go to sleep together its always in his room, where hes more comfortable. he also has a thing where he insists on being the one closer to the door; almost as if hes offering himself as protection to you should someone unwanted to come in. huh. always sleep holding onto you, snores like a dad
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Episode 1.3 The Unquiet Dead
so I actually used to be kinda neutral on this episode. not my least favorite but not one of my favorites
WILL THAT CHANGE? Stay tuned.
not gonna lie, the opening is genuinely creepy.
seeing this opening, the BETTER ONE, after seeing the one for series 7 so many times is kinda a trip
LITTLE DETAIL! The way that Nine is talking to Rose in the opening while the TARDIS is in flight sounds very...insisting. Like FUTURE WAS BUST, LETS GO TO THE PAST NOW SINCE I PROMISED YOU A TIME MACHINE. Almost like he's kicking himself for where he took her first, so now they need to go somewhere better. I never noticed that!
And the fact that he chose Christmas as the time to bring her. Something safe and nice. He was really trying. 🥺
"Not a bad life?"..."Better with two!
on God, one of my favorite Ninerose quotes. Especially with the teeny tiny awkward pause after it.... GAHHH LOVE IT
Nine just smiling after Rose passes (when she can't see him) Please. PLEASE.
then he says her in the dress and her hair put up, the look of disbelief in his eyes like "wow, she can look even prettier??"
AND SHE JUST ASSUMES THAT HES GONNA MAKE FUN OF HER?? ROSE PLEASE
And then the draw back. He always has to keep his cards close to his chest.
CRIME AGAINST NATURE WE DIDNT GET TO SEE NINE IN HIS 1860 OUTFIT. THERE ARE PICTURES. WHY DIDNT IT HAPPEN.
Rose you look so pretty
WHEN THEY LINK ARMS AAAAAAA
He is just BEAMING
hahaha wales jokes
people screaming! bad stuff! Nine: "AW HELL YES"
FANTASTIC
The scene between Nine and Charles Dickens is great. Honestly amazing.
Nine talks him up and how amazing he is only to be like "Yeah that one thing you did, that was shit"
God I love him so much
Nine goes from being interested in the pipes but the MOMENT he hears Rose, he gets all serious. MMMMM LOVE IT
KICKS THE DOOR DOWN FUCK YOU
Another quick switch! After grabbing Rose, he says "hi!" with a big smile, only to get all serious again about the walking dead, then smiles again when he gets brag about finding Charles Dickens
When Rose goes off on the undertaker, Nine just stands in the corner, cheesing. I fucking love this dynamic.
Also another detail? More than likely when Rose was talking about the undertaker hands "having a quick wander", that was probably Gwyneth. (since she grabbed Rose's legs to put her in the herse.) Complete accident.
JUST SHUT UP
But he still apologized later. 🥺
He's honestly being so understanding with Charles! Like "You're not stupid for not believing, there's just more to the world than you don't know about."
There's she goes. Rose "what are your pronouns and would you like to join a union" Tyler.
Another detail. Gwyneth mentions that Rose has been thinking about her father alot. "More than ever." Rose is now a time traveler. This means that Father's Day was not a spur of the moment thing. She'd been thinking it over for awhile, maybe even working up the courage to ask the Doctor if she could go back. That's...alot.
BAD WOLF MENTIONED EYYYYY
how long have you been standing there Nine
"I love a happy medium." sir shut up before I kiss you on the mouth
When the Gelth mention "The Time War", Rose looks over in Nine's direction. And he looks distressed...
Charles gets drunk after the seance. Fair.
I really like the "moral dilemma" exchange between Rose and Nine here.
Love the fire thing that happens when the Gelth reveal their intentions.
NINES FUCKING PISSED
I can't help but think while Rose and Nine are locked behind the bars that he's thinking "dammit I fucked up again"
IN CARDIFF 😬
"I'm so glad I met you." end me. just end me now.
Charles interrupts the moment but for good reason, he's excused
man I miss when the forehead kisses were platonic and sweet and wholesome 😑
FANTASTIC
"Down, boy."
I really like the ending to this one. I can't tell if Charles is really happy or still kinda drunk. Either way it's great.
Conclusion:
NEVER FORGET WHAT THEY TOOK FROM US
-referring to Nine in his 1860 outfit-
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[New Recording] The Heir
This interview originally took place on April 21st, 2023.
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From your screen, the view of an empty office flickers onto the screen accompanied by the muffled sound of employees rushing through the hallway as they pass and chatter. From your angle, you are met with the sight of a long desk, bookshelves, and filing cabinets all pressed to the very back of the wall. There’s even a few items littered on these things … organization baskets labeled accordingly, bouquets of roses in glass vases, and picture frames with people who are unrecognizable right now.
A woman takes her seat, and she releases a light sigh of exhaust as she fidgets with her rings. Smoothly gliding into view from her rolling chair. She plasters a smile on her face.
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[HEIR]: "Oh my gosh, you're here! Hi. My name is Hoshiko de la Noval-Watanabe, the heir to Marium Corporations. How may I assist you today?"
HELLO
Hello!!! How are you today?
HOSHIKO: “Hello! I’m doing fine. How about you all? I’m excited to get to talk to you.”
MY FUCKIJBGGWIFE I fucking explode
“Please don’t explode.” ^^;
Omg HIII,, do you have a favourite flower? :0
“I do! There’s so many flowers that I love, to be honest. I consider myself a bit of a flower expert … but roses will always have my heart.”
Do you like your job
“I love my job! I think it’s quite nice.”
Are those tattoos on your knuckles? Also can you date me please I'm free
“They’re rings actually! I like wearing jewelry.”
“.. Also, we just met …? And quite frankly, I’m a bit too busy to go out on a date right now.”
What do you think of your assistant?
“I love Valentin!” She clasps her hands together, “He has a really great work ethic and also is really great company. I’m glad to have him here."
If you had a theme song that would play when you walk into a room, what would you think would play?
“This is a really great question, actually.” She taps her nail against her chin. “I’d like to think … maybe one of the themes associated with Sweetheart from Omori. Or something similar … I consider myself quite regal.”
Do you like your job? What’s the biggest work perk?
“Yes! I love my job.” She grins, “Biggest work perk … Not entirely sure. The occasional wine samples are fun though … also generally working with people? Everything is quite lively here …”
omg you'se an omori fan? What's your favorite character?
“You can’t make me just choose one.” She giggles, “I think I’m most torn between Sweetheart, Basil and Hero.”
OMORI?!? What do you think of kel
“He’s so admirable .. and quite silly. I think he’s quite lovely.”
What are you hoping to see from the volunteers?
“Volunteers?” Her expression contorts into one of confusion, before tensing slightly, “Well, presuming you’re talking about the RFA … we’re not really accepting volunteer applications right now. But I mean, if we were to open them, then I just hope for cooperation and all fun times!!”
So nobody knows about the emails?
“how do you know about the emails…?” She mumbles, before shaking her head slightly. “We’re ... aware of the emails.”
We know about the emails because we’re getting emails that are applications for people who want to volunteer for the rfa
Hoshiko leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. “..Is that so?” Her gaze keeps darting around.
Though she sits back up, putting on her smile. “We’ll investigate! Don’t even worry about it. Just … don’t click on suspicious links or anything.”
WAIT CAN I ASK ABT VAL EATING MY SON
hi ok pls explain ur assistant and why he eats sons thx
She looks shocked, “He would never … Where did such a rumor even come about !?”
“You guys are crazy.” She giggles.
im starting to think he didnt eat my son /j
“Don’t spread senseless rumors about my assistant!!”
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HOSHIKO: "How silly ..— Oh! My break’s over. I have to go. I have a meeting soon. Bye-bye~ Have a great day!"
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