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Hi, So can you do one with innocent reader where like she meets the mafia for the first time and they ask her sexual questions but she like wtf.

I love this!! I love interactions with the Mafia! Thank you for the request, enjoy! 🧚🏻

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word count: 1,448

pairing: elvis x female!reader

warnings: mention of religion and sex

You were spending time in Elvis' lavish hotel suite with Elvis and the Mafia as you all took a break from the constant and relentless routine of shows. You'd just joined them all on the road as a backing singer and Elvis had taken an instant liking to you. You were docile and compliant, happy to do whatever he, or anyone else, wanted. He loved that he could mold you into whatever he wanted without taking away from your bubbly little personality.

You liked Elvis too, he never really pushed your limits like your singing coach would or some of the executives on the tour would. He was a safe haven. However, the same couldn't really be said for his entourage, the Memphis Mafia. It's not that you didn't like them, you just figured they didn't like you. You were quiet, reserved and shy and they were all the entire opposite of that.

They hadn't really bothered to interact with you much either, they would barely even glance your way usually. Little did you know that they knew better than to speak to you. You were Elvis' little girl only.

Right now, you were busy telling Elvis all about how excited you were at the prospect of performing at a local carnival show, that it might be your biggest audience yet and that you were nervous but eager to do it.

"Pretty girl like you is gonna have all the boys and men flocking to you after that little show you give 'em. But I bet you're already used to that." Elvis mused, brushing away a curl of hair that had fallen in front of you face.

"Well, no actually." You said, oblivious the eyes staring down at her from one of the most famous men in the world, as well as his entourage.

"No?"

"No boy back home would even wanna come near me, they were all scared of my Momma," You softly giggled, remembering all the times your mother would practically bark at a boy that even looked in you direction. It had always been embarrassing and you were still terrified of crossing your mother.

"Wait, hang on a minute," A voice interrupted, you followed the sound and you were met with Sonny West, who was sitting on the couch opposite you, drinking whisky and smoking his cigar, listening in on the tales you were telling Elvis.

"So you've never...?" Sonny interrupted, taking a sip of his drink. You shook your head, sitting upright on the plush couch as Elvis walked over to the drinks table to pour himself and you a drink. "You're telling me, you've never even taken a mans fingers?" He said, clearly overstepping, but you were just a little confused.

You looked over to Elvis who was just watching the interaction play out, and gave you a reassuring nod. He knew that Sonny was prone to a drink or two and could get out of hand.

"Um... no, um, I don't think so." You said quietly.

"Fuck, tell me you've at least had your first kiss." Sonny said, cracking up at the idea of your lack of sexual history. You politely and sweetly stayed quiet, just shaking your head a little. Sonny's eyes widened when he realised you were being serious, laughing even more. When you looked over at Elvis, his eyes were dark and intense, trained just on you.

"Sonny." Elvis said sharply, but it went over Sonny's head. Elvis could see you were uncomfortable and he knew Sonny was being an ass.

"EP, c'mon!" Sonny said, before turning back to you. "You must be pretty glad you're in the Hollywood scene now then, eh kid? You'll get a guy and everything that comes with it with a bat of an eyelash." Sonny chuckled.

"M'not a prude, I just wanna save it all for when I'm married, I want it to be real special. My best friend, Patty, she's done it all and that's okay, I ain't gonna judge none," You insisted, you knew how liberal and carefree Hollywood was, you knew that you were surrounded by different lifestyles, you just didn't want anyone to think that you thought less of them for it, because you didn't. Sonny let out a booming laugh, causing everyone's heads to turn to him and your cheeks to flush, worried you'd said the wrong thing.

"Waiting until marriage? Honey, that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in a long time, you're not eighty years old sweetheart." He patronised, chuckling to himself. You chewed on her lip a little, feeling a little stupid. "It's just what, um, m-my pastor says God wants." You said softly, crossing your arms to cover your chest a little, feeling insecure. You didn't really like all of the 'Mafia', you knew Jerry was nice and you could see why he was Elvis' favourite, but Sonny and Red weren't as friendly.

Sonny slapped his thigh as he burst into more laughter. "I thought this generation were supposed to be all loving, what happened huh? God?! It's like my mother's here." He chuckled. "Woah now, if Y/N wants to wait for marriage, she ain't gotta justify it to you Sonny. Really, it ain't got a goddamn thing to do with you does it, Son?" Elvis said, almost menacingly, to his friend. "Why don't you go find somebody else to berate rather than picking on the little girl huh? Goes for all of you, get outta here." Elvis said, nodding at the door before sending you a wink, making a smile creep onto your face before you felt your cheeks get hot. Sonny's cheeks also flushed, embarrassed at being scolded by the Boss, but none of the Mafia wasted any time in getting out of the dressing room, leaving you and Elvis alone. "Sorry about Sonny, he likes to think his goddamn opinion is more important than it actually is." Elvis said gently, sitting back down next to his sweet girl, who was still sitting firmly upright, not relaxed in the slightest. You looked up at Elvis with confusion on your face and a furrowed brow, which Elvis thought was the cutest thing he ever did see. "D'ya think I'm silly?" You asked softly, worrying that maybe your admission might make Elvis think differently about you.

"I think you'd be silly if you rushed yourself and made yourself unhappy." Elvis comforted, making your shoulders stop tensing. You shot him a quick nervous smile.

"Just want it t'feel right." You mumbled, picking at your fingers.

"I know, I won't let them upset you again little one." Elvis promised, pulling you onto his lap effortlessly to give you a cuddle, the type of cuddle you loved having with Elvis.

You felt so comforted and looked after by Elvis, he could be surrounded by anyone and yet he'd ask one of the Mafia to find you because that's who he wanted. You weren't sure yet as to why, but you never complained, you loved being in his company.

As your mind wandered, thinking about all the ways that Elvis made you feel good, your eyes widened with an idea.

"Elvis?" You asked as he hummed in response. "Would you give me my first kiss now?" You asked shyly, nerves flooding your little body as you peered up at him to gauge his reaction.

Elvis studied your face before shaking his head. "Baby, you're not ready, you know that, don't ya?" Elvis cooed.

"I just-"

"I know sweetheart. But you're not ready for all of that, you're just lettin' Sonny's words get to ya." Elvis assured softly.

"I know." You said, feeling a little embarrassed and defeated, even if you knew that Elvis was right, he always knew what was best for you, better than you did at this point.

Elvis watched you and all he wanted to do was kiss you, rip your babydoll dress off you and fuck you senseless. He'd imagined it more times than he'd like to admit and he couldn't wait for the day that he'd finally be kissing your soft skin all over. He knew that that day would come, but he knew it would only live up to his expectations if you were ready, and he knew you weren't.

"How's about I make you a deal then, baby?" Elvis suggested, gently tilting your chin up so that you would be looking at him. "How's about, when you're absolutely sure you're ready, you come find me, and I'll give ya a kiss?" Elvis proposed.

You giggled a little at the idea, but you liked it. You didn't feel pressured, only looked after.

"'Kay." You said gently, another giggle leaving your lips.

The pair of you smiled at each other, each letting out little laughs and enjoying each others company as Elvis decided to count the days until he got his kiss.

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aliypop · 9 months

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Anyway You Do Chapter 5

Word Count: 2,664

Writers Note: I didn't expect to make this a series, to be honest

Warning: Smut

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: What happens when love, at first sight, becomes fate.

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Memphis, Tennessee, April 1960

"Oh, El..." she blushed hard,

"It's true. I think you've got somethin good, and I wanna support your dream the best I can."

"You already are by marrying me." Cecelia gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Damnit, Cece. You may be the sweetest thing I've ever met." he laughed as he kissed her hand, "Mr. Presley..." Denise sighed, rubbing her temples, "M'am..." he looked back at her, "If you'd let my artist work, that would be great." She glanced at him as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Tough crowd, huh..."

"Go, we'll talk about this when I get home." Cecelia smiled.

"I ain't leavin yet..."

"El..."

"Not with a better kiss, baby." Cecelia giggled as she got on her tiptoes and kissed him, "Coulda asked me to lean over." he smirked, "Like a little teapot." She smirked back at him, "You're a kettle, honey, I'm a coffee pot." he chuckled, kissing her hand.

" Mr. Presley!"

"I'm going, I'm going.""

Cecelia laughed as she watched him leave. Elvis Walked by Denise, he kissed her on the cheek,

"Couldn't leave you out, mama." Denise playfully pushed him away.

"Now get out of here!"

"Told you he's Charmin."Cecelia swooned.

It was 8:30 p.m., and Elvis could hear the engine of Cecelia's pink Mustang pull to the front of the house. He knew she had to be tired of working all day in the studio, but he wanted to tell her about the movie and his idea to get hers done, "Hope I didn't miss dinner." he heard her voice from the front door as Vernon smiled, "You didn't miss much," Cecelia gave him a nod, "Great, I'm tired and starving." she smiled, "And I dearly missed my-" she ran into her fiances arms as she kissed him,

"Missed me, I see."

"Always do." Vernon smiled, seeing the two lovers in each other's arms as he shook his head,

"I'll let you two be."

"So, did you send the soundtrack off?"

"Mhmm, to Desilu studio's, which is always a dream to film at." she smiled. "Of course, you could always send it to Paramount." he hinted, "Since it's where we're going."

"We're..." she looked at him,

"Managed to pull some strings with the Colonel."

"I'm sure that was easy to do." She rolled her eyes, "But how'd you do it?" sitting on the white couch in the living room.

"I told him you ain't going to be a distraction."

"That's all?" She laughed,

"And you were there for business. So we wouldn't see each other none."

"Ah yes, there it is..." she sighed,

"Don't give me that sad look."

"What sad look?"

"That one, doll, you know I'm gonna see ya." he kissed her forehead,

"But..."

"Just trickin' him is all," he laughed. "Besides, your mama thought it was a hilarious idea."

"Of course she does..."

"Baby..."

"El, it pains me that I have to hide our love. I can only kiss you when no one is around or here, or the studio, or my mother's mansion," she sighed, "I love you, and I'm not afraid to show it, even if the Colonel gets pissed he'll have to be madder than a viper about it." she then took a deep breath,

"Been bottling that up, huh," he looked at her as she nodded,

"You know what, no more hiding it then."

"You mean it..."

"Anyone's got a problem with it, they can go through me."

Hollywood California. April 1960

"So I have good news..." Cecelia grinned, watching as the hair team did his hair, "What's the news, babydoll." he asked, looking over his shoulder, "Well, the scripts greenlit and... the cast is getting in place and..." Elvis smiled at her as she kept rambling,

"Who's playing the love interest."

"Oh, you wouldn't know him," she smirked,

"Tell me all about him."

"Well, he's charming. He's done five movies. He has a slew of records and appealing to the audience." She leaned over his shoulder, "Sounds like a catch," he smirked, "I picked him myself." She kissed his cheek,

"So when do we start filming?"

"Well... next week, but I start getting fitted into my costume today." She smiled,

"You'll have to show me." he looked at her lips,

"Elvis... My boy, why aren't you in costume."

"Stop by around lunch." he winked. The Colonel was still on and on yapping. As she giggled, swooning,

"SHIT, I'm late..."

Running across to Desilu studios, she had made it just in time for her fitting. Cecelia had feathers in her hair and a two-piece dress made of diamonds, which was supposed to go to Marilyn Monroe.

"You look beautiful..." Cecelia nodded, looking at herself in the mirror, "It's the perfect dress for a gem like you." Lucile smiled, "Course, if I had your figure, I'd always dress like that." she joked with her cigarette in her mouth.

"Let's see you walk in it..." she sauntered in it and gave it a turn,

"You don't think it's too much?" Cecelia asked,

"I'd say wear it around a bit, get used to it." Cecelia nodded as she took a deep breath. It was happening. Something she wrote was coming to life. Cecelia was walking towards the studio cafeteria. All eyes were on her as she glistened and glittered beyond the lights. She was like a seductive angel. But only one gentleman caught her eye.

"You're drawing attention to yourself..." Midge whispered.

"So do Rita and Marilyn." She walked by as she got in line. Elvis had popped in as the women swooned and said hi, but his eyes caught onto the woman with every man at her feet. His heart skipped a beat the same way it did at the Hayride. As she turned around, he could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. She was a knock out she was,

"Cecelia..." she saw him, the uniform nearly sending her over the moon, reminding her of how he looked in the army,

"Hello... Sergeant."

"Costume fits uh nicely..."

"So does yours..." she bit her lip, almost piercing it. Taking her by the hand, she could feel the sensation of the leather gloves.

"We've got an hour to kill..."

"Then let's not waste it..." she smirked. Before she knew it, her back was against Elvis' dressing room, and her leg around his waist,

"Tell me whatcha want baby,"

"You... " she pulled him by his tie. She kissed him deeply, licking his bottom lip as his mouth opened. She wanted to, no needed to taste him, and he needed the same. His hand found the zipper on her dress. "We got an hour go slow..." she moaned in his ear as she felt his tongue on her neck.

"It's hard to when you're dressed like this..." nipping at her skin as he trailed his kisses lower towards her breast, giving each of her nipples attention, her head hitting against the wall already. "Fuck..." she gasped, as he smirked, "You're gonna have to stay quiet, doll..." slipping his finger in her mouth as her pretty cherry lips sucked on them. Oh, how he wished she was sucking somewhere else. Cecelia was already on cloud nine. But she needed to feel him. Pulling away, she pushed him against the couch, pinning him down as she straddled him, undoing his belt buckle, finally getting to the main prize,

"See someones eager..."

"You know what you in uniform does to me." she whispered in his ear, "Remind me." he laughed as she released him from his pants, her hands on his chest as Cecelia sank down on him, a shiver taking over her as Cecelia moaned, "Breathe darlin take it real slow." his hand on her cheek as she leaned into his touch, "Elvis~" she gasped, "Cock drunk already darlin." he chuckled thrusting up into her, his hands on her hips as she followed the rhythm of every pump. She whined as Cecelia arched her back. Falling into the pleasure, if Elvis hadn't known better, he had thought she'd had Betty Page beat to flexibility.

"That's it, princess..." he grunted and groaned. She was in heaven, and so was he, "Hold on tight..." Picking her up, she was against the wall again, his hips sputtering faster into her. The two filling the room with skin slapping and moans, "Elvis fuck! Faster deeper!" clawing at his back. "Fuck Cece..." he growled in her ear, fulfilling her commands as he could feel it squeezing tighter around him. Elvis was getting lost in the pleasure, and so was she. Neither could care less about anything but each other and the moment. Her hands were in his hair as she tugged a few dark strands. Cecelia was right at her peak, and he was only a mile away,

"Don't stop! Right there Fuck me!" It was as if lightning struck through him. His hips sputtered out of control, almost as if he were dancing, "Baby! Cece ..." he felt her kissing his neck as she bit his ear. Oh, she had messed up now. He was seeing stars, and so was she, still fucking her through her glass-shattering orgasm as her body finally fell limp against his own,

"Did you..."

"Mhmm..." her breathing was heavy and sporadic, "Did you..." she felt him pulling out as she felt empty again. She could feel some fluid running down her leg. Elvis took a wet towel, cleaning her up. Her legs were shaking like Bambi's as he laughed,

"Was I too rough, honey...."

"You were perfect." she blushed, her head on his chest as she kissed his neck again,

"Oops..."

"What, darlin..."

"Someone's gonna need the hair and makeup team."

"Mr. Presley, we need you back on set!"

"Fuck..." he mumbled, "You stay here til I get back." he kissed her forehead, "It's all I can do." she chuckled. Fixing himself up, he walked out of his dressing room and back on set."Have you seen Cece..." Midge looked at him. She then smelled the perfume on his wrinkled costume. "You don't wanna go in there..." Elvis warned,

"Whys that Presley..." she smirked, "We're you two getting busy in there..." Midge looked at all the details as she laughed, and he blushed,

"I knew I heard what I heard when I heard it..."

"Don't tell the Colonel."

"I'm sure he knows loverboy."

A few days had passed, and it was almost close to the wrapping of G.I. Blues. Cecelia had been in her dressing room getting ready to film all her solo scenes when standing by her doorway was, "Elvis... what are you doing here..." she chuckled as the hairstylist was doing her hair, "Wanted to see my favorite girl," he leaned in and kissed her as the stylist gasped, he then handed her a bouquet of pink roses, Elvis must have done something and she wanted to know what, "So I may have let it spill in an interview that we're engaged and your mama won't stop callin about it, and Colonels pissed," he looked at her poker face, hoping she wasn't mad, "Well you did the right thing." she smirked,

"You're not mad..."

"Nope..." she looked at him,

"Cece..."

"El, I said I wanted everyone to know, and now they do." she giggled, "If they couldn't tell by the hickeys, they have to keep covering up." She smiled as he looked at her,

"So you're not mad?"

"Nope."

"Promise."

"Promise." She kissed his hand. Cecelia grinned, holding the flowers in her hand. Later that night, Cecelia was in her hotel room on the phone,

"Have you read the papers?"

"I have..."

"And you're not going to debunk them."

"No," she sighed, "California's a bit different, " rolling her eyes as her mother was gritting her teeth, "Cecelia, just be careful I don't..."

"Don't want me hurt, don't worry, Elvis has already punched two men in my honor."

"HE DID WHAT!"

"Oh, would you look at the time bedtime Bye!" she hung up giggling,

"So how'd the Colonel take..." her eyes were trailing to a damp Elvis coming out of the shower, towel around his waist, her mouth wetter than her other lips,

"Take what, angel?"

"Uh, the news..."She tried to focus as she watched him dry his hair off.

"Darlin, it ain't polite to stare,"

"It is when it's a work of art." She pulled him by the towel as he laughed, "Can't get enough of me." he laughed. Until he saw her upside down on the bed with her mouth wide open,

"Doll..."

"You've been pleasing me. It's only fair I return the favor."Cecelia's voice dripped like honey, "Can you let me do that for you, sugar..." her own southern accent oozing with seduction. Elvis could barely focus. The moonlight was glistening on her brown skin, and she sounded and looked so sweet he knew she deserved a taste, her lips wrapped around his length as she took all of him. She loved she could make him moan just from her lips alone. Elvis tugged at her hair. Setting the rhythm with each thrust in her mouth, he could see her eyes looking right at his as another guttural moan left his lips,

He was in heaven from every lick, suck, and gag from his dear angel.

"Fuck...You're too good to me, baby." he could feel himself twitching around her as she focused on the base of his pretty pink tip. Elvis was about to explode if she didn't stop, but he didn't want her to,

"Just like that.." his hips moving faster. Ropes of cum were on her tongue as she looked at him. Completely drunk by his taste, Cecelia swallowed, "You're one naughty girl. You know that, right," Pulling out as she nodded at him, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally those lips he loved so much.

"Now it's my turn."

"But El."

"Ah..." he was between her thighs. Elvis pulled the bottoms of her baby doll pajamas down. His teeth grazed the inside of her thighs as he licked and trailed his sweet kisses back up to her soaking-wet panties, "El!" she grabbed his hair as she felt his tongue lap at the spot where the stain was, "Vis..." she sighed as her eyelids fluttered.

"There's plenty more baby..." He hadn't done much to her, and she was already getting breathy and blissed out. Oh, how his heart couldn't wait to marry her so they could wake up to each other like this. Removing her panties, he slowly plunged two fingers into her soaking wet cavern, the sweet moans and juicy sounds she made.

"Oh God..." she groaned as his tempo was faster, curling both fingers against her spot. His thumb was circling her clit, and his mouth was moving just as fast as his fingers. Cecelia was in pure bliss, heaven even, as she could feel her end coming soon. It was what the French called La Petite Mort, and my was she ready to feel it,

"Oh FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" she screamed,

"ElViS Oh God!! "she moaned. Elvis was eating as if he were starving, and he was hungry for her love, her affection, to please her, to show her he was hers and she, his own. If he couldn't tell she was a singer, he could by her moans from the E6 she was hitting just from his tongue and fingers alone,

"Baby..."

Her legs were shaking. Going back down to lick her clean. She was still sensitive, but Elvis knew she couldn't take anymore. After all, neither could he, the two had been spent from earlier that day on his break from set. "Was it too much..."

"P-Perfect." she looked at him as he cuddled her close to him.

"Still on cloud nine."

"Mhmm..."

"Me too." he kissed her forehead.

"Baby..." She took a deep breath,

" Hmmm, darlin?"

"Do you hear knocking..."

"Cecelia SHANEL VALMOS!!!"

"Oh fuck me..."

"Would you like me to..."

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rjmartin11 · 10 months

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: The End... with some Smut!

Author's Notes: All great stories must come to an end, but at the end of things, there is a beginning of other things. To all you beautiful souls that have liked, followed, commented, and reposted my story. A big thanks to you! I appreciate you from the bottom of my heart. This is all for the love of E.P., that beautiful man with the gorgeous soul and amazing voice. I have one more story (Just One Kiss) to complete. After that... who knows. Thank y'all again!

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A month has passed since you last saw Elvis. You miss him dearly, but you know in your heart that you had to make the trip to Florida to see your parents.

In that month's time, you worked to save money up for the trip to Jacksonville and to Memphis. You put a month's notice in at your job. You even helped train your replacement. The law firm would have paid you more if you stayed, but you wanted to seek more opportunity. At least that's what you told them. You sold a lot of your household things you didn't need. You put your home on the market along with your furniture.

You were living out of your little nook until a suitable buyer purchased it. The little things you couldn't get rid of like your books and clothes you put in storage until the time was suitable to leave.

You went to a record store and bought one of Elvis' albums and a record player. You played it constantly, just so it felt like he was around you. You want to memorize every song. One song in particular made your heart soar. You heard him sing it in Vegas, but you came up with a plan and surprise for him when you'd see him in Memphis.

You wrote him three times a week. Talking about how you missed him, but not informing him of your plans. You kept your letters romantic and always ended them with "I love you."

You stand on the beach, letting the waves kiss your feet as you walk up the shoreline of Jacksonville Beach. The sun is just right in the afternoon sky, and you indulge in the rays as they touch your skin. The sound of the waves crashing over the sand comfort you along with the scent of ocean breeze. It had been years since you saw the shore.

With your mother gone, there was not a reason to go to the beach. The beach was your place that you and your mother shared together. Your safe haven.

It's been years since you've stopped by your mother's grave, and you aren't ready to see it. But you know you must stop by to see her before you see her father.

You left the beach and held a cab to the resting place of your beloved mama. You bring a small boutique of tulips with you. Her favorite. As you approach her grave on foot, your heart starts to sink. You feel the tears collect in your eyes and burn as they leave the tear ducts.

There she is. Your mother's final resting place. Rain and humidity have tarnished her tombstone, but these pretty small daisy like flowers grew around her grave, making it look extra special. You fall to your knees and wept.

"Hey, Mama." You say, placing her flowers on your grave.

"We talk all the time, but to be here. To see your name on a tombstone is not my favorite thing. I like to imagine that you're somewhere else. Dancing with the angels or cooking in the kitchen. On the beach..."

You cover your mouth as you cry. Time doesn't truly heal all wounds. You just deal with it. You live life the best you can. You work and hustle and ignore the enjoyments of life, which is why Las Vegas opened your mind so much. Why Elvis means the world to you.

You think back to the day of your mother's funeral. You came in two days before the day of her burial. You decide to rent a hotel room for the time being because you couldn't be around your father. When you did show to your parent's house, you were surprised to see your father with his arms around another woman. That hypocrite. That sinning, two-faced, cheating bastard.

You didn't jump and scream like you wanted. Your mother's family embraced you with open arms. You stayed with your loving aunts and uncles and cousins. They gave you the love you needed at that time. The love of your mother's family was the love your mother gave you in your life.

You made eye contact with your father a handful of times, but the two of you didn't speak. The fear you once felt for him was dissolved into hate, and he felt it. Once the funeral concluded, you said your goodbyes, caught a cab, got your things, and got on your plane back to Atlanta. You had no plans to return to Florida. The one you loved the most in the world was gone.

"Mama..." You wipe your tears away and start to speak as if she was physically in front of you. "I came here to tell you about Elvis. The love of my life. I told you about him when I was in Vegas. That's where we met. He... Mama, he is so incredibly amazing and kind. Elvis is so much fun, and he asked me to move in with him. He hasn't asked me to be his wife, but I don't care. I just want to be with him and all it entails. I love him, Mama. I just wanted you to know. I'm happy and in love. I wish you could meet him. I'll never stop talking to you. Even if I don't come here. I will always speak to you."

You stand to your feet but not before you kiss your hand and place it on your mama's tombstone.

"I'm leaving now, Mama. I have one more person I have to see before I catch my flight. You were right. There's so much more to life."

You walk away without looking back and head to the road. You walk a little ways and spot a cab. You ask the cab driver to drive you to Della's Restaurant. You say a quick prayer as the car drives you to the restaurant.

Your cab driver pulled up to Della's, and a part of you froze.

"That'll be $15.00, Miss." The driver said.

You pass him the money, thank him, and get out of the cab, shutting the door behind you. You looked at the door of Della's. Should you really go in? You know you should. You take a deep breath and open the door.

You look around for him, but you don't see him. If he doesn't show up, you would be upset because he was never good for anything except letting you down. If he didn't show up, the sooner you could catch your plane and head to Memphis.

"Hi, ma'am." A hostess happily greeted you. "Welcome to Della's. Is it just you dining in with us?" She asked.

"I uhh..." You look down at your watch and consider the time frame. You can wait fifteen minutes. "It's... for two, ma'am." You finally tell her.

"Right this way." The hostess grabs two menus and two things of silverware. She guides you into the dining room. She sits you in a window booth where you can view the streets of busy Jacksonville.

"Your waitress will be with you soon, ma'am."

"Thank you." You say to the hostess as she walks away.

You make yourself comfortable and consider what to drink and eat before your waitress comes by. Everything on the menu looked delicious. A part of you was too nervous to eat. You remember a time when you couldn't eat this fancy. You laugh at yourself because it's funny how times change.

You glance out the window, thinking on the past. Something close to the Grapes of Wrath.

It was best of times. It was the worst of times.

For you, it was the best of times because of your mama. Your mama did everything to make life spectacular. It was the worst of times because of your father. He was the opposite. Cold and hard as ice. You wondered if he ever loved you. Try as you may, you can think of a good memory with him. You remember walking to him for love and attention, but he would walk away. Or he would pick you up and hand you to your mother.

The church preached on love, but it was as if your father lacked love. You mama was full of love and compassion and grace. She had a strength that you, yourself, prayed for. A strength you want to hone in and use for your own.

"Hi, ma'am. I'm Jenny, and I'll be your waitress for today. What can I get to drink?"

"Oh, I..." Your waitress, Jenny, snaps you back into reality. "May I have some water with lemon, please? And I'm ready to order."

"Yes, ma'am. A water with lemon and what else can I get you?" Jenny took out her pen and order pad.

"May I have a small grilled chicken sandwich with everything on it except for onions?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be back up with your drink in a moment."

Your waitress takes your menu and walks away. Two minutes later, she comes back with your water and lemon.

"Your order should be ready in ten minutes. Oh, did I miss your friend?" Jenny refers to the menu on the other side of your booth.

"He's not here yet. If he's not here by the time my food comes. You can take the menu." You state.

"Yes, ma'am." She says.

"Thank you, ma'am." You say, squeezing the freshly cut lemon into your drink.

Five minutes later, you hear the front door swing open, and there stands the Old Man. Your breath leaves you, but you can't look away from him. A part of you is shocked that even came. He approaches your table, and you don't stand to greet him. You just stare.

He's aged. A part of him looks torn down and weary. His clothes are worn, and his hair is more gray than when you saw him last.

He stops right in front of you, and for a moment, the look in eyes reads something dark. Like he wants to hit you, but you just look at him.

"Hello, Y/N." He finally speaks.

"Hello, sir." You answer back. "Please, sit down. Can I get you anything, sir?" You ask.

"Yeah. I could use a drink." He says, sitting across from you.

You stare at him again as he says this, and you think there lies the issue.

"Hi, sir. I'm Jenny. Can I get you anything to drink?" Your waitress pops over to help him out and passes you your grilled chicken sandwich.

"Yeah, a Coke." He says to Jenny.

"Yes, sir. Coming right up." Jenny says, never losing her sweetness.

"Thank you, Ms. Jenny." You say, viewing your sandwich and fries.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be back with your drink, sir."

Jenny leaves you two alone for a moment. You wanna tell him how badly he looks, but that's not only disrespectful. It's not the reason you came here. You notice the wedding back on his finger. It's not the one he wore when your mama was alive. You know now that he remarried and moved on.

"How are you, sir?" You ask, breaking the ice.

"I'm making it." He says. "You look..." He pauses.

You raise your eyebrows. Is he really about to tell you how you look?

"You look grown. Like an adult." He finishes.

"Thank you."

Jenny places his Coke in front of him and takes out her order pad.

"Ready to order, sir?"

"Order whatever you want. I'll pay for it, sir." You tell him.

A look of shock plagues his face. Are you really going to pay for his meal? He looks back up at Jenny and orders a burger medium well loaded with everything and steak fries.

"Thank you for coming, sir." You say to him. "I won't hold you for too long. I just wanted to talk to you."

"For what? What do you want?" He speaks to you so harshly.

"I want your time. I came to tell you that I fell in love and I'm moving to Tennessee to be with him."

The Old Man puffs his lips at you and takes a sip from his Coke. He rolls his eyes and steals a fry off your plate.

"So what? You choosing to live in sin?" He says.

Your dear old dad. There he is. You were huff at his actions, wondering when he was going to speak out of term.

"Don't preach to me. I didn't come here to fight or argue. I came to let you know... I'm in love with a good guy. I don't need nor want your approval, but I do think you should know. Know that I'm okay. I'm great, in fact."

"Y/N, you can barely take care of yourself. How you gonna be with a man you barely know. Why are you telling me?"

"Because you're the only other man that I've loved in my life." You speak to him calmly but firmly.

You see something shift in his eyes.

"Sir, I don't call you daddy or dad because you've never ever felt like a dad. If I speak about you to others, I refer to you as my father because you are. Yet, I think I'm your shame. You tried to do right by me and my mother, but you didn't want the life we had."

A tear streams down your cheek. You quickly rip it away.

"I don't wanna think about the blatant disrespect you displayed at my mother's funeral. Parading your girlfriend around. Being such a holy, God-fearing man, and you..."

You stop yourself. You are verbally judging the Old Man and know your mother would never approve of that. You see the shame on his face, but you won't apologize for what you said. You got all your burdens off your chest. You feel completely liberated.

"Sir. A father is supposed to show a girl what a real man is, but we both know the truth. Don't we? I see you remarried, and you didn't bother calling me."

The Old Man looks down at his wedding band and slides his hand out of sight.

"Don't be ashamed. I hope she makes you happy. As happy as... Aaron has made me. You'll never hear from me again."

You dig in your purse, taking out $50.00 for your sandwich and your father's sandwich, plus his drink and then some. You never touched your food, but you leave it there. Maybe the Old Man was hungry. You get out of your seat and head for the door, but not before saying your final words to your father.

"Sir, I forgive you. I know you tried your best. The best you know. Live a beautiful life. Goodbye... dad."

You pat his shoulder and leave. Never ever looking back. You catch a cab for the last time in Jacksonville ever and head to Jacksonville International Airport.

You catch your flight to Memphis, and your heart is pounding with the thought of surprising Elvis.

"I'm coming to you, E. Please wait for me. I'm coming." You whisper to yourself.

Four hours later, you land at Memphis International Airport. You hail a cab to Graceland, and you're on your way.

Nine minutes later, you're at the gates of Graceland. It's more spectacular than you ever imagined. Elvis described it to you perfectly, but this is truly a little patch of heaven.

There are people all in front of the gate, and you fear there's no way of passage for you to enter. You move toward the security guard to see if you can get inside. You remember what Elvis told you to do if you received any hassle getting into the show.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Yeah, can I help you?" The guard says.

"Yes, is Joe Esposito around or Jerry Schilling? I'm a friend." You briefly explain. Still trying to surprise Elvis.

The guard is shocked that a friend is asking for Joe or Jerry. Or maybe he's confused about you being a friend and no car to drive up the hill. Either way. You wait patiently as he dials the phone.

"Hey, Ms. Nancy. Is Joe or Jerry around? I have a young lady here claiming to be a friend."

...

"Thank you, ma'am."

You look at the guard and wait. Anxiousness has taken over your body, and you bounce your leg a bit. You want to act crazy and do something unbelievable like jump over the fence. For fear, you'll never see Elvis again. You remain as calm as possible. The thought of seeing the inside of Graceland is overwhelming.

The guard starts to speak again.

"Hey Jerry, there a young lady who says she's your friend.

...

"No, sir. She hasn't given me her name."

You hold your hand out to take the phone from him.

"May I, sir?" You ask with you small smile on your face.

"She wants to speak to you."

...

"Here you go, sweetheart." The guard hands you the phone.

"Jerry, it's me. Y/N. If he's around, don't say anything."

"Well, hey stranger. Fancy catching you here. He's not around me, though. We're safe." Jerry says.

"Good."

"I'll get someone to drive down to pick you up."

"Thank you, Jerry. You're the sweetest."

"Hand the phone to Mr. Paul."

You hand the phone back to the guard and wait to be picked up. Mr. Paul opens the gate to let you in.

The taxi cab drove through the crowd, and the gates of Graceland. You were in awe at the draping moss from the oak trees. The house. The house is breathtaking. It was just as Elvis described it. Four large pillars. Green shutters. Cobblestone. Triangle frame with a window. It's just magnificent. You pay the cab driver and get out of the car.

"Miss? You think I could get an autograph from the King?" He asked, excitement brimming through him.

"Maybe." You said.

Jerry came out of the house and down the stairs, a smile on his face.

"Hey, Y/N." Jerry said, giving you a hug.

"Hi, Jerry."

"The taxi driver need a fee?"

"No, he wants an autograph from Elvis."

"Oh, we can fix that. Do you have bags?"

"I do. In the trunk. Where is he?" You whisper to Jerry.

"He's upstairs. Just go in the front door and go up the stairs. His room is at the end."

An excitement fills your insides, and you feel as though you could float to Elvis. But you don't. You calmly walk up the steps as Jerry grabs your luggage.

You open the front door, and the house is simply magnificent. You look up and see the chandelier. Right where Elvis told you it would be. Front and center as you walk in the door. You look to the right and notice the living room and the little music room with the piano. You look to the left and notice the dining room.

You then walk upstairs to find Elvis. Jerry said at the end of the hall. You see the door. This is it. You take a breath and knock on his door.

"Yeah." You hear his deep Southern drawl behind the door, and you sing:

Wise men say, "Only fools rush in," but I can't help falling in love with you.

The door opens, and you see Elvis standing there in awe. His eyes are wide with surprise and delight at your presence. You sense a little shock, too. He smiles at you and places his hands on your arms.

"Please, don't stop. Keep singing."

You smile and sing some more.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? For I can't help falling in love with you.

As you continue to sing, he gently takes you into his arms, swaying you both slowly into his room.

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes som things are meant to be.

Elvis holds you close, kissing your forehead as you continue to sway a little ways.

Take my hand take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you.

You stop moving and look at one another for a moment.

"Hi, E." You say.

"Hey, Y/N/N. You're here. You're here."

"I'm here. I missed you. I didn't stop thinking about you once."

"You were always on my mind, Y/N/N. I received all your letters."

Elvis grabs your face, crashing his soft velvet lips into yours. They are so soft. Oh, how you missed this feeling. The heat at the pit of your tummy. The goosebumps raising on your skin.

"I missed this." You speak out of breath.

Elvis shuts the door to give you both more privacy.

"I missed you, Y/N/N. I missed you so much." Elvis says, walking you over to the bed.

Elvis sits you down and sits along with you. He continues to plant kisses on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck. He plays in your curls as he starts to kiss your neck.

"Elvis?" You speak out of breath.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Is that offer still open?"

"What offer?" Elvis pulls away from you. A confused look graces the ethereal features of his face.

"To move in with you? Is it too late?" You ask him. Hope liters your voice. God, please don't let it be too late, you think.

"No... no, Y/N, it's not too late. Please move in and be my girlfriend. Love me. Share my life with me. Be a part of my crazy world. Please." Elvis says.

"Yes, E! Yes! A thousand times, yes!" You shout, placing your arms around his neck once again. You kiss him deeply, hoping it leads to something more.

Elvis kisses you back slowly. He's taking his time to show you just how much he missed you.

He wraps his index finger in the strap of your dress, and he slowly pulls the strap down your arm, exposing your shoulder. Elvis repeats this action with your other arm, allowing your dress to fall down.

He leaves your lips and moves down your neck. You close your eyes and indulge in the feelings that come over you. Those splendid feelings from Las Vegas. The goosebumps. The longing of love. The butterflies at the pit of your tummy. The moisture in your sacred cavern. Elvis just sets you all a glow. You're ready for him.

Elvis moves from your neck to your chest. He removes your strapless bra and tosses it to the floor, leaving you bare before him. The cool air of the bedroom has your nipples handen. Elvis pulls away to admire your body. You don't shy away. You know better. Elvis likes your confidence.

You unbutton Elvis' night shirt. This will be easier than the first night you both met, being he was fully dressed. This is like the times you slept over in his suite, but so much sweeter. You expose his chest to you, easing the shirt down his arms with your fore fingers.

"You're so beautiful, baby." Elvis says, catching your attention.

You look him in his eyes and smile.

"Thank you, E." You say. "It's only because I'm so in love with you."

"Is it? You were beautiful before you loved me, Y/N/N. The moment I saw you at the bar in Vegas."

"That night that started this story. Our story."

Elvis nods his head and smiles. He kisses you once more on the lips with vigor. Then, he pulls away from your lips and goes straight to your chest and licks your nipple on your left breast.

You moan as the thrill of his lips and tongue sends you railing. You wrap your hand on the back of his head and fall back on the mattress.

As Elvis works his way to your other breast, his hand is moving under your dress past your panties and to your clit. As his long fingers gaze your panties, you gasp with pleasure. He rapidly rubs circles clockwise on your clit. At least, it seems like he is winding you up for what's to come.

"Oh, Elvis! I missed you." You exclaim.

"I missed you too, Y/N/N. So much." Elvis says, kissing your chest in between speech. "Just wishing for the time I get to plunge my dick in that pussy of yours."

At the moment, Elvis leaves your clit and dips into your deliciously wet pussy. You moan in excitement. Your free hand slips into Elvis' pants, rubbing his firm ass and then slipping it near his hardened cock.

Elvis moans at your touch and pulls your dress, plus your panties all the way off. He slides himself down to the entrance of your sacred place and licks your vaginal lips. Then he French kisses your clit slowly bringing you closer and closer to the pinnacle of love.

You grind against his tongue, feeding your cravings you've longed for since you left him in Vegas. It's so much pleasure after a month of separation. You writhe under the sensation Elvis brings you. Obscene words and sounds passing vocally through your lips.

Elvis stops himself as you feel yourself coming undone. You try to catch your breath from the unwanted break. You look at him as he stares at you with love filled eyes.

Elvis then pulls off his trousers, and his dick bounces forward. He gives his dick a few tugs before he he climbs on top of you, kissing you. You both start to softly make out. You put your arms around his shoulders; wrapping your legs around his waist.

"You ready for me, baby?" Elvis whispers to you.

You nod your head.

"Y/N, no more shyness. There's no need. Use your words."

You take a breath and say,

"Yes. I'm ready, Elvis." You slide your hands up his back, putting your right hand gently through his hair.

Elvis nods his head in acknowledgment to your plee. You help line him up to penatrate your sweet spot. He softly enters inside of you, and you both breathe out in sexual bliss. You wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer to hit that spot deep inside you. Elvis hits that spot continuously. Again and again. His penis getting reacquainted with your vagina. Your walls forming and molding to his perfect hardened cock all over again.

You feel the ambers in the pit of your tummy set your blood a blaze as Elvis fucks you silly. You writhe under him once again. Yes, Elvis, yes. This is what you needed. To make love to the man you love.

Still sensitive from earlier when Elvis was tonguing your clit, you feel yourself cumming. You don't want to. You want Elvis to love you all night into the next day.

"I'm... AHHH! FUCK, ELVIS!" You shout to him, cumming all over him.

Elvis pushes himself quicker and deeper as your pussy begins milking the goodness from his cock.

"Holy... Fuck!!!" Elvis says, collapsing on top of you. His dick still buried deep within you.

As you both catch your breath, you feel him soften inside you. Just that sends a thrill within you. Elvis starts to kiss your arm. Then your shoulder. Then your neck. He works his way up to your lips. You both kiss one another. You both look at one another with admiration.

"You're staying right?" Elvis asks you.

"Yes, I am. If you'll have me."

"Good." Elvis says, planting another kiss in your lips. "Let's go for a walk. I wanna show you the meditation garden."

"The meditation garden?"

"Yes." Elvis says to you.

You both get out of bed and get dressed. Elvis takes your hand and leads you down another case of stairs. The staircase leads you to a different room than what you recall. It leads you outside to the back of the house. You see the pastures and the horses.

Elvis leads you by the pool, and you hear a fountain running. You turn to look, and you see a garden with small pillars and stained glass windows on a wall that shields the garden. The fountain in the middle has crystal blue water and three small fountains running in the middle of this pool. It's quite peaceful. Then, you notice the bushes of wildflowers that surround the fountain.

"Elvis, are these forget-me-nots?" You ask him, closely inspecting the flowers.

"Yes, they are. I thought I'd surprise you. I had these planted for you when you first told me about them in Vegas."

You look around at all the forget-me-nots brushes surrounding the garden. You're at a loss for words. Elvis sees the smile on your face and is pleased with his choice.

"Elvis, this whole garden is amazing. Those stained glass windows are beautiful."

"Thank you. I had the garden placed here a few years ago when I was on my mission of seeking God and why he put me here. Seeking answers to life."

"Have you found any, E?" You ask, holding his hand.

"Maybe. A few. Like you."

You look down at the forget-me-nots in front of you, trying your best not to blush at his words.

"Y/N/N?" Elvis places his index finger under your chin, looking you in the eyes.

"Yes, E?" You reply. Somehow, his touch softens you.

You place your hand on his and smile.

"Baby, y-you think. You might w-wanna get married? Someday?"

Your eyes widen, and your heart drops like you're on a rollercoaster.

"Yes, I would love to get married one day. To you."

Elvis smiles and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Good. I love you so much, Y/N." Elvis says, hugging you.

"I love you too, Elvis." You embrace him back. He feels so warm and smells so amazing. A thought floats through your mind about something once said to you, and you have to tell Elvis.

"Elvis, promise me something?" I say, removing your from his arm to look at his ethereal face.

"What is it, Y/N/N? I'll promise you anything." He says, moving your curl out of your eye.

"If you ever..." You pause and take a breath. "Ever fall out of love with me, please let me know."

Elvis is shocked, to say the least.

"Y/N, I..."

"Promise me." You boldly say.

"I promise, but I'll never ever stop loving you."

"Good." You say, grabbing his face and kissing his precious lips. He tastes so delicious. "What do we do now, E?"

"We live. We take care of each and travel. I'm going international, and I'm taking you with me, Y/N/N! London, Paris, Japan! The works!" You feel his excitement and join him.

"Everywhere, Elvis. I'd love to go! When do we leave?"

"In two months. I'm on vacation now with my girl!"

Elvis grabs you and kisses you. You put your hands around his neck and kiss him back.

Elvis takes your hand, and you both go back into the house. You're so excited to start this new life with Elvis, the love of your life.

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You Light My Morning Sky Part 12-A

She's Gonna Save Me Call Me Baby

Run her Hands Through my Hair

HERE IT IS! THEY'RE BACK! WE LOVE THEM!

You read that right. This is 12-A. 12-B is coming. Its just really long and I had to break it up but it's all in the same chapter.

Warnings: Ass play, spanking, angst, breakup (almost), smut, dom/sub

Austin Butler is having a no-good, awful, very bad day.

The empty bed was a reflection of his hollow heart upon opening his eyes and finding your space beside him vacant. Preparing to woo new clients for your work was a big part of the promotion he knew you wanted, but that didn’t mean he had to like waking without you when the two of you had to be on the Red Carpet that evening. Even in his most dominant state, which he could feel slipping from him like your silk nightie had slipped from his grasp in the early hours, his shyness prevailed and he preferred gearing up for an event with you.

He also knew the stakes were higher for you this year given the stories circulating since your display of strength with the paparazzi. He had feared legal action, but thankfully your firm owns the whole building and there was clearly posted signage, so the photographers were all being charged with trespassing, but he still couldn't stop the guilt he felt for the stress he could see you were feeling. He longed to help you, but the calendars filled up around you both and although you both knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault, it weighed on you both that it had happened at all, much less that you hadn’t been able to do more than spend stolen hours here and there despite living in the same house.

This day was no different. Unfortunately, Austin was booked to spend the day in screen tests and filming for a new cologne promo spot today, and there was no way he could get out of it. He reaches for his phone, frowning a little when he sees plenty of new messages, none of them from you, but he sent you one anyway, sending you his love, before hopping in a quick shower. His hands wander between his legs to his rapidly hardening length; the shower always reminds him of you, of your softness, of your love. He strokes his cock slowly but a little bell goes off somewhere in his brain; You didn’t ask if you could touch Mama’s cock.

He growls in frustration but stops himself from going further, and when he manages to drag his reluctant body out of the shower, his face lights up as he puts his engagement ring back on and sees a text from you.

"Miss you, love you most, Baby. The designers are dropping off our outfits today, yours is a surprise and I didn't peek at what you picked for me. You're gonna look so stunning. I'll call when I can."

He sighs unhappily at the reminder that he does have to go out tonight, but he focuses on getting to experience his first red carpet with you since getting engaged. The Red Carpet is always a minefield that he relishes to a point. He loves the fans and is appreciative of the life he’s been given, but when he’s feeling private and dependent on his sweet Memphis Mama, it can be the worst kind of hell. However, he looks down at the ring, heavy on his left hand, and a thrill runs down his spine at the possibilities the night offers. He tries not to feel too out of sorts anymore about waking up alone, and as he rereads the text from you, and sends a reply, he can feel the ache of missing you ease a little. He gathers his scripts, then, and heads out for the day, trying to ignore the remaining ache in his chest when he almost goes back for a goodbye kiss and remembers that you are not there for his lips to adore.

The day is not going anything as he hoped, although the rollercoaster of emotions he experienced surrounding the simple task of taking a shower should have been a clue that there was something darker dwelling beneath the surface of his heart, but Autin truly was not prepared to feel this bad. He's stumbling in and out of character, forgetting his lines, and feeling a huge wave of doubt ripping him apart at the seams. It's bleeding into everything, this empty feeling. He's sure now that not only will he never work again, but that he also will surely lose every award he gets nominated for and he will let you, Baz, his family, and Priscilla down. His swimming head pulls him back to the waters of the Thames he almost dove into, in all those lonely months in London, trying to come back to himself and thinking only of you.

"Austin, we're trying to work with you, but we need to send out at least one decent tape today, can we do it again?' his agent, James, asks and that's the last straw. The loneliness and pain he’s feeling all over again wells up and breaks through, tearing through his instinct for patience and sweet pleadings for another chance.

"I'm doing my best, can you fuck off?" He snaps. He immediately regrets it. The looks of shock on the faces of all in the room are enough to tell him he’s made a mistake, and he finds himself looking for warm eyes that aren’t there. "I... I'm so sorry," he stammers. They all see the shift in him and feel a change in the air. A silent agreement seems to be made among the spectators to be nice about it, and move on. The guilt threatens to eat him, but then the rage comes back and it brings him back down to earth. Against all odds and expectations he had of himself following the outburst, he's able to do two tapes.

Still searching for absent bright eyes, Austin has an hour's break in his day before he has to be on the set for the cologne video, and he knows where he needs to go.

"I'm sorry, again, I'm just," he sighs. "Sorry," he repeats.

"It's alright, you got it done. These are amazing, good work," his agent replies kindly, which he appreciates. The saving grace of this day, he thinks, will be his girl and the people kind enough to help him get to her a little faster. He makes a mental note to send flowers or a gift of some kind to everyone there that day, and then he turns on his heel and practically sprints..

Pulling into your work parking lot fills him with unease; cameras flash in his memory and the invasive questions ring in his ears. He looks to the passenger seat next to him, but it’s empty. He needs you. He doesn’t wanna get out of the car without your touch, your whispered words, and your fierce protection. Luckily, the door security recognizes him and escorts him to the elevator.

"Thanks, guys, I feel a lot better, you're the best," Austin says brightly, putting on a trademark brave face and bright smile, though having met him quite a few times now, they seem to know the signs. They wave him off with a chuckle and a friendly pat on the back.

"Go get your girl, man, don't worry about it."

He grins and hurries into the elevator, impatient to get to you; pacing the floor of the moving elevator, counting the numbers, up, up, up, and then the ding before he is released into a familiar space.

Between your beauty and your thunder, Austin always says, he will never lose you in a crowd. This is the source of the private, almost naughty smile on his face when he hears you before he sees you; you're running a meeting about the event tonight and even with your hair in curlers in preparation, you look powerful and stunning. Your boss comes out of her office and sees the way he's watching you.

"You feeling okay, Austin?" She asks softly and he nods, giving her a quick hello hug.

"Yeah, just wanted to see her. But I don't wanna make this worse, I know she's busy," he sighs and she shakes her head.

"Go wait in her office, I'll grab her," she assures him and he's about to argue but he catches a glimpse of you and he blushes and nods, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Thanks," he huffs. Making his way to your office, he recognizes Sarah, one of your coworkers.

"Hey, Sarah," he grins and she gives him a cold look.

"You don't know when to quit," she smirks. He frowns.

"What?"

"She was fine, you know. She never missed work, never got in fights, never got caught flipping off paparazzi in Memphis, and never got good people so jealous that they jeopardized the firm. Just go, Austin. She was fine before you just had to tell her you love her. I think we all miss that," she says coldly, and turns on her heel to go.

The empty feeling in Austin's chest spreads and he flees to the elevator, leaving as fast as possible.

The meeting is almost wrapped, which is good because you’re ready to take your hair out of the uncomfortable rollers and go home to Austin. Your boss pops her head into the conference room with a smile on her face at just the right time.

"Someone's here," she smiles, and you look up, eyes bright and full of hope.

"Is it..?" You ask and she grins.

"The prince, I'm pretty sure," she says quietly and you nod, excusing yourself quickly and going to your office. It's empty. You're confused, and getting worried, but you see Sarah watching you with a smug smile, and you know instantly what she must have done.

"What did you say to him?" You ask quietly.

"Just the truth. And you know you can't leave until everything's done," she hisses and goes back to the meeting, leaving you stunned.

You try to call Austin multiple times, but he doesn't pick up, and you text him.

"I don't know what that bitch said to you, but you're my world, Baby. Whatever it was, you know I can fix it. I love you most."

Austin is fuming. His anger and sadness thankfully don't end in a car wreck, but he's shaking and even more unfocused than he was when he left home this morning. Having no earthly idea how he made it to the shoot in one piece, but he does by some miracle, having no memory of the drive. He pulls into the marked space for him and is escorted into hair and makeup immediately, on autopilot as he smiles kindly and greets everyone.

He somehow makes it through the shoot. He's no longer distracted; he's numb.

It would be best for you if he'd never said a word.

It would be better for you not to love him.

He could do nothing about the fact that he's ruining your life until he grows a pair and leaves you like a decent man.

He could do nothing about your suffering, but he could knock this video out of the park.

Luckily, there are lots of brooding stares involved, and his mood puts him in the perfect mindset to deliver on that. Luckily it’s a solo shoot; his arms ache to wrap around you, which the director claims portrays loneliness to perfection, but really he’s just thanking his lucky stars there isn’t a model crawling all over him. He's fully ready to be a brooding dream boy that you love so much, and thankfully they love his work.

The praise feels empty, as your warm eyes don’t accompany the kind words, and when he's finished, he quickly gets changed back into his comfort clothes and heads for home.

"Can I talk to you?" You ask Jenn, your boss, stiffly, after getting what Sarah said to your Austin out of someone who overheard. She nods and ushers you in. You sit and you look at her.

"What's going on, girly?" She asks you and you bite back tears.

"This isn't working. This is the second employee in a year who's tried to ruin me and Austin. It's completely unreasonable," your voice is cold but locked up with unshed tears, like water dripping on snow. "Austin is thinking of leaving me right now. Don't argue, we both know it's true."

"Yeah," she sighs in defeat. "I know. I’ll talk to her. Should we keep you two on the DL for a while?" She asks and you shake your head.

"I have some vacation time, and some paid leave in my contract. I think I'm gonna take it. If at the end of that time you decide keeping me isn't worth it, then that's okay. But I need to step away from this environment that's constantly trying to hurt me and Austin," you say firmly. "Tonight's event is my last for a while. Everything's ready for tonight, I'll see you there," you stand and walk out, trembling with the shock of what you had just done, and with the fear of what Austin was thinking.

Austin is laying on the couch, surrounded by scribbles of drafts of a letter to you. His heart was still beating in his chest, but he had no idea how such a shattered broken thing could still function. You were his girl, meant to be his forever, and yet you'd probably be better off without him.

When he came home, he fully intended to write a letter and pack his things. He fully intended to leave you despite his heart breaking in his chest, but the second he sat down he knew he didn't have it in him to go with grace.

As he worked through his thoughts, phrases kept sticking out and coming back to him. As depressed as he was, and as needy as he was for attention, the letter that was intended to be a loving, if absolutely heart-wrenching goodbye, turned into his wedding vows. His sadness has turned to rage again; how dare anyone think they could keep him from you, the love of his life who he crossed oceans twice over to find?

He couldn't stop writing about all the things that made you perfect together, and the fact that Sarah decided to try to interfere was one of those reasons, in the end. He knew you had nothing to do with it, and he knew how far you’d go to protect him. Almost as far as he’d go to protect you. He was vaguely aware that writing his vows was a coping mechanism until he could see your face and hear your voice. Then the guilt bubbled up once more, like acid in his throat. He shouted at his agent. He had misbehaved. And he still had to confess to you what he had done during his audition. The anxiety bubbles in his chest and he waits for you to come home and berate him for ruining everything.

When you walk into the house, it's barely lit, and Austin lays, despondent, on the couch.

"Baby," you exhale like a prayer as you step toward him quietly, kicking off your sandals and approaching slowly.

"Mama," he sighs, looking lost and vacant. He's not even crying. He's beyond tears. You look at the papers around him and you gasp when you pick one up and read it; you know a breakup letter when you see one. He writes of longing endlessly, but being willing to suffer so that you can be the woman he loves, even if you have to do it without him. There's a knife in your heart and you look at him. You knew it was coming. Austin felt like you weren’t right for each other, if people’s reactions to your relationship were anything to go by, but you want to take one last shot at preserving your love.

"Baby, what's going on? You're breaking up with me? Because of Sarah?" You ask, shaking as you stroke his face as you try and fail not to cry. "We're Austin and Mama... we don't cave to that shit. We're in love, aren't we?" You sniffle, looking into his puffy red eyes.

"I thought I had to, she," he pauses and sits up. "Wait, you know what she said?" He asks, face in his hands. You gently lift his delicate features from the harsh touch of his frustrated hands and bump your nose gently against his.

"Yes," you whisper. "I know. And I took a leave of absence until the firm can figure out why two employees have come after you in the space of a year. It's okay, we're gonna be fine, you're not going anywhere," you smile and he blushes.

"I know," he grins a little through the tears. "I got mad halfway through trying to let you down easy, realized there's no way I can ever let you go or stop loving you, so the breakup letter turned into angry ranting, and now I think I'm almost done with my vows," he sniffles, the blush still present on his cheeks. You can't help but laugh and pull him close, and when you move away from him to move from a crouched position to sitting on the couch next to him, he gets in your lap and wraps himself around you.

"No more moving away from me, Mama," he insists and you smile at him adoringly. "Which should be easy because you quit your job," he smiles smugly. "Don't think I didn't catch that detail." You grin and kiss him.

"I'd do all that and more for my Prince," you whisper and he rests his forehead against yours. There's still something off about his energy, but you don't press him about it.

"Really?" He whispers, and you nod. "I'd never ask, Mama, you know that," he frowns and you kiss him.

"I know, baby. Good boy," you hum and he frowns deeper, settling back and looking away from you.

"That's the thing, Mama, Sarah wasn't the only thing that happened," he chews the inside of his cheek. "I wasn't a good boy today."

"Well, what do you mean, Little Prince? You're always so good," you ask, giving him a chance to speak for himself.

"I snapped at people. I forgot to eat and lay on your pillow for comfort like I'm supposed to if I wake up all out of sorts. I didn't before my screen tests, and I was really mean. I wasn't getting anything done right, they were right to be firm. Then I drove while I was upset, I almost left you without talking to you first, and I didn't get you any pictures of the cologne shoot like you wanted. I wasn't a good boy today," he confesses in a blur of short breaths and stuttered words, and you have to try not to cry simply at how cute he is. None of these make you a bad boy, you want to say, but you hold back.

"I see. And what do you think would help you not do that again?" You ask thoughtfully, rubbing his back.

"Mama, we've never done this before, but I think I need it," he frowns and tugs at his shirt nervously. "I want a consequence." He doesn't look you in the eye when he says it and you nod.

"Okay. We can talk about that. But if you want a consequence, you have to look me in the eye and say it," your words are quiet but he hears that you mean them and he looks you in the eye as he takes your hand and places it on his cheek.

"Mama, I was bad today, and I need a consequence."

That's all you need to hear before you're on board wholeheartedly.

"Okay, thank you for telling me. What's a fitting consequence, baby? What would help you not do this again and feel secure that Mama forgives you and loves you?" You ask, giving him way more room since this is his first time being punished since you used getting waxed as a way to withhold sex. He takes a deep breath and looks at you, biting his lip as if he’s afraid of the words that just won’t come out, but the request tumbles from his lips anyhow.

"Mama, will you spank me?" He asks, looking into your eyes. You feel a wave of some unnamable feeling well up inside you and you shake your head.

"I thought we said no physical consequences, Prince," you look into his longing eyes.

"I know, Mama. But we said that a long time ago, and we said it because when you brought up consequences, the first thing out of my mouth was 'don't hit me, as if you would," he smiles a little, and you kiss his forehead.

"I'm glad you know I never would, Baby, you looked like you thought I was going to hit you," you blush and he rolls his eyes.

"Well I don't know, you wouldn't watch 50 shades with me, so I had to go looking on my own and there's a lot of hitting in Mama dom porn. I was fed misinformation," he chuckles and you can't help but laugh with him.

"You seem to have done okay despite the lies and propaganda," you tease and he nuzzles into you.

"I'm NOT calling you Mommy," he mumbles and you gag.

"There's only one Baby Boy who will ever call me Mommy," you say before you can stop yourself and he freezes for a moment, eyes dark as he pulls you into a heated kiss, hand on your stomach.

"Don't distract me," he rasps in a hoarse moan. You nod and keep him grounded with a firm hand on his chest.

"No distractions, baby. I'm sorry. Let's talk about this," you take deep breaths. He nods, running his fingers over his lips slowly.

"I felt awful all day. I behaved badly. I don't feel good about it and I want to be punished. Punishments show that Mamas care right? They're not supposed to be too painful or be violent," he says uncertainly but with an eagerness to learn.

“Yes. Absolutely," you say proudly, encouraged to know that he grasps the concept of being punished as a sub.

"And when Mama knows how to do it, spanking isn't like violent hitting. It... I hope it will ground me. I think it will, and I'd like to try," he explains, and he folds his hands between the two of you, eyes darting to your stomach but otherwise showing great restraint.

"You really wanna try this, Baby?" You ask, and he drops to his knees, bowing his head.

"I've been so bad, I need Mama to put me in my place," he whines and it hits you in a shock wave that rocks you to your very core; your boy doesn't just want this. He needs it.

“You need me to own you," you say slowly. "You're not sad about what Sarah said. You were, but you-" you huff out a little giggle. "You're mad as all hell. You want a sore ass from Mama's hand at the event tonight."

He nods, his whole body trembling.

"Mama, put me in my place," he asks again and you nod.

"Strip, you naughty little thing," you command and he lets out a filthy moan as he follows your command.

Once he's naked, you press your legs together and beckon him forward.

"Over my lap, Prince."

He lays himself, face down, on your lap. His half-hard cock presses against your thigh and you bite back a moan of your own. His face presses into the couch and you take a moment to stroke his hair, and then you run your hands teasingly over the soft flesh of his ass. He is, at every angle, stunning. He shivers under your touch and his hips arch to press himself to your hands.

"Okay, we're starting easy, baby. I'll give you 5 spanks. You will count and thank me for each one. You will not cum until I say so, and you'd better behave because we don't have a lot of time before we have to get ready to hit the Red Carpet," you instruct calmly and he nods.

"Use your words, Baby Boy," you command, and he whines.

"Yes Mama, I can do that. I can be a good boy," he promises and you smile.

"Good boy. We're gonna start now," you warn him. You rub his ass gently a few more times, before bringing your hand down sharply on to the soft round flesh.

"One! Thank you Mama!" He whimpers. His cock is stiffening, and he already sounds wrecked. You bring your hand down again, harder this time, and he moans, trying not to rut against you.

"Two! Thank you Mama!" He cries and you feel wetness between your legs. You spank him again, even harder, but in an area that isn't already turning a pleasant shade of pink. He squirms a little, and his moan is choked and desperate.

"Three! Th.. thank you, Mama!" He keens and you gently pet the soft skin of his thighs before bringing your hand on his ass twice in quick succession.

"Oh! Four! Five! Thank you for my spanks, Mama, thank you so much..." he sobs, trying not to roll his hips on you. You rub his sore flesh gently before guiding him to sit up on your lap. He curls up against you, resting his head on your chest. His breathing is even and he reaches up to touch your face, and when he looks up at you he looks so peaceful.

"The thanking you thing," he breathes, eyelids fluttering. "I meant it. I feel so much better," he sighs. You give him a tender kiss and take him in. He is truly a sight to behold; hard but somehow paying no mind, skin glowing, eyes shining.

"Baby, I have to tell you, you look really beautiful like this," you smile at him and he kisses you softly.

"I feel beautiful," he whispers and you feel yourself getting choked up.

"Oh, Austin," you whisper, and he nuzzles in close. You hold each other for a while, losing track of anything but each other's touch, until Austin's ass brushes against the couch and he winces. You take that as your cue that he's ready for the next part.

"Can you stand, my love? Here comes the good part," You nuzzle him, and he nods.

"I think so. Hold me, though?" He asks and you kiss his cheek.

"Of course. Good boy," you praise, and he blushes as he stands, holding your hands. His legs are surprisingly steady, but he still holds tight to you as you get him up the stairs. You consciously avoid brushing against his erection, and he pulls you in close when you reach the bed. You back away a little, and make eye contact so he knows you mean business.

"We're gonna start getting ready in a second, baby, but why don't you go ahead and lay face down on the bed for me," you help him lie face down, placing a pillow under his hips. He lets out a whimper and humps the pillow a little. "I know, you're so hard, Prince. It's gonna be okay, we're gonna do something about that, but not yet so keep those hips still," you assure him with a brush of your fingers through his hair. He whines and rolls his hips once against the pillow just to get comfortable and you grab the soothing lotion you keep for such occasions. You come back to sit with him, and you gently lay a hand on his lower back, rubbing his muscles a little.

"Can I touch you where it hurts?" You ask, and he smiles at you, turning his head.

"Yeah, Mama, you gonna make it better?" He asks and you lean down to kiss him.

"Promise, baby, I'll make it all better," you assure him. You warm the lotion on your fingers before gently applying it to his plump red cheeks. He hisses at first and you keep going but ease up on the pressure you apply, taking great care to listen for sounds of displeasure. He hums contentedly as it starts to work, and you apply more of the lotion. You didn't realize that a drop of the lotion was on the edge of your hand until Austin stiffens and makes a little whining sound. You look down and you swallow audibly. The drop of lotion slipped off your hand and landed between his cheeks. The heat in between your thighs makes you squirm, and the low whine that comes out of Austin’s mouth drives you wild. You’ve never come close to approaching this aspect of submission with him, and while it doesn’t necessarily bother you, it intimidates you. You’re his Mama. He needs you in this moment, and yet you officially have no earthly idea where this day is going.

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Mafia

Chapter 8

Angel

Hey Guys! how are you! I finally finished this chapter! y'all ain't ready for what's in store for chapter 8! We start off with your POV then we end the chapter with Elvis's POV and yes THERE IS SMUT!!!! This is my first time writing smut, so it took me a while to figure out, but don't worry, this won't be the last either ;). I want to say to those who have been sharing, commenting, or even liking my posts about my Mafia fan fic that just want to say thank you so much! you guys have no idea how much it means to me. This fanfic is my baby and I want y'all to enjoy the ride along with me. To my new followers, Welcome, and to my old followers Welcome back! If you haven't read the series not a problem! I will link them down below! But y'all I present to you Chapter 8!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

TW: Sexual content, SMUT, Violence, Death of Character, Escape, Kidnapping, Blood, Strong Language.

Synopsis: Elvis Presley, the notorious mafia leader of Memphis, Tennessee has the town on its feet. Fear, power, money, and women surround him and his Memphis mafia. But what happens when one day you stumble into his world? And he makes you fall in love with him?

Y/N POV:

“Run…. don't stop until your far away from Elvis…”

Those are the words that kept running through my mind, the events that transpired are etched into my head.

Flashback:

“Elvis, stop!” “Let him go!” said the man with dirty blonde hair. He seems to be the only one with rationale in this group.

I watched as Elvis beat the guy, causing his face to bust out with blood. His face was all battered and bruised, and Elvis his hands were coated with thick rich red blood on his hands.

I couldn't watch anymore, turning to my right I saw a corner and decided to go towards it and just slide down the wall. Ducking my head in between my knees and drowning out the pleas and screams for Elvis to stop.

“Sonny, take y/n to E’s room now!” said the man with the dirty blonde hair.

“You got in Jerry,” said Sonny

My right arm was grabbed, and I was soon taken back to Elvis’s room.

“Easy, y/n, Easy.” said Sonny

As soon as Sonny stepped foot into Elvis’s room, I ran toward his bed and began to sob.

Thinking about what I just witnessed.

“Hey, Hey don't cry,” sonny said as he came closer to me.

“How can you say that when I just witnessed an attempted murder?!” I said as tears kept flowing down my cheeks.

Sighing Sonny grabs the back of his neck and rubs it, “Look, I know what you saw was bad, but it wasn't attempted murder or anything it was just Elvis and his temper, getting the best of him so he resorts to violence, but that's not bad.”

I turned to look at Sonny, thinking how stupid can he be to tell me that this was normal. There was nothing normal about what I just witnessed. For Elvis to lunge at this poor man for making a stupid comment like that, for Elvis to beat him senseless, what normality was there in this situation?

“Sonny, I know what I saw” irritated now I looked at the TV Screen playing.

News Reporter: “John, It has now been 2 days since this y/f/n has seen their beloved daughter. We are standing outside their home, as the parents along with her best friend have a few words they would like to say.”

Y/BF/N: “please, if anybody has seen my best friend, please give her back to us, we miss her”

Y/F/N: “To whoever the bastard was who took my angel away from me, I just… want to say… please don't hurt her.” Honey, Angel, If you are watching this, don't worry help is on the way, we are looking for you, and we just want you home safe.”

Y/M/N: “Please, If anybody knows anything about my baby, this is what she looks like, please bring her back to me, I just want her back!”

“A heartbreaking scene, John more on this story tonight at 5”

Tears spilled as I watched my family and best friend appear on the news. Feeling so helpless and just defenseless. There's nothing I can do.

Sonny notices my whimpering and sniffles “Hey, y/n, don't cry”

“y/n, I have a plan, it's an escape plan” “I am going to page my cousin Red, he still is a part of the Mafia, Imma tell him about our plan and have him meet you somewhere so that he can take you back home.”

Sonny said as he comes face to face with me. “God, I can see why Red is so infatuated with you,” Sonny whispers.

Sniffling I stand and fling myself to Sonny.

Hugging him saying “Thank you”

Sonny hugs back and says “No problem, alright so here’s the plan…”

Flashback ends.

So now, here I am running and running towards the spot Red is supposed to meet me.

I stopped to catch my breath, but also the adrenaline has worn off. My legs fall and I land on the branches and leaves-filled floor.

“Maybe, If I just rest for a second, I can regain some energy, and continue running,” I said breathing heavily.

My eyes slowly closed on me, that is until I hear a rustle, from my right, my breathing hitched, I slowly covered my mouth and crawled towards the nearest tree. A single light is illuminated, and I begin to choke back tears, “God, if you hear me, although I don't pray, please don't let them find me.”

“y/n?its me Red, y/n?”

Red!!

“RED!!!” I yelled out.

I ran towards Red, “man am I kinda glad to see you.” I said

Smirking “I'm glad to find you y/n” you ran 5 miles from Graceland”

“Don't remind me, let's get out of here.” laughing I tell Red.

Walking past Red, I make my way to his car “finally freedom,” I sigh

“Actually…. I have a better Idea” Red says.

Grabbing my arm, he pins me to the front of the car. Making a loud thud, wincing at the impact on my lower back.

“Red, what are you doing?!” we have to get out of here!” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Chuckling sinisterly, Red looks at you with lust-filled eyes. He slowly kisses your neck, one hand now grasping both my wrists, the other trying to touch my thighs.

“RED!” I yelled, he was supposed to take me home that was the deal. Why is he pulling a stunt like this I don't know.

“GET OFF OF ME” I yelled again. But there's no use. I’m trapped.

Closing my eyes for what is to come, I hear a click of a gun.

“Let her go”

I opened my eyes, seeing my hero in front of me. His silhouette was illuminated by the car beams.

Red turns around, having me in a chokehold now.

I'm struggling to break free but the tighter his grip gets. I started to lose air, his grip kept getting tighter and tighter the more I struggled to break free.

“Well, Well look who we have here,” Red said taunting the man in front of me.

“If it isn't our own notorious Memphis gang leader, in the flesh, Mr. Elvis Presley.” “What a matter E, surprised to see me with your girl.”

“Red your hurting me, *gasp* I can't breathe.” I struggled to say.

Suddenly I feel the cold sharp metal of a blade making its way toward my neck.

“Shut up, Bitch!.” Red said digging the blade deeper.

“ Son of a bitch, if you so goddamn hurt her I will….” said Elvis getting ready to shoot at any moment.

“Or what Elvis, you shoot me, she gets hurt. Face it, you lose,” said Red

Tears fall down my face, looking at Elvis, begging for him to save me. At this moment I just want to live, even if it means being saved by Elvis Presley.

“ Alright Red, you win,” Elvis said as he slowly dropped his gun, making sure not to break eye contact with the floor and the gun.

“Good, now y/n,” he said turning to me and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Let's get going now, baby.” struggling to break free now, I was thrashing every which way. When I saw I was getting closer to the passenger door, I bit Red's hand.

“Ahhh!!!” Red said as he lets me go. This was my moment to run, I dashed out of Red's reach and ran towards Elvis.

“Get back here!” Yelled Red, getting ready to use his blade on me, that was until Elvis grabbed his gun and shoots Red three times. Bullets flew past me, and I didn't look back. With a loud thud, Red was down. Blood seeped through his clothes and formed a puddle on the ground.

“y/n!” Elvis said with open arms. I made it to his arms and began to cry, I couldn't help it, everything that transpired was overwhelming.

“Shh, shh it's okay little one your safe now.” cooed Elvis.

Then out of nowhere, Elvis groans and falls to the ground, “Elvis? Elvis?!” Blood was pouring out of him. “Where did that bullet come from” - I said

“No, no Elvis please!” I cried, choking on tears.

“Elvis, you alright, we heard gunshots, and Oh my god,” said Jerry,

Chuckling, Elvis gasps out and says “Great timing boys.”

“Boys, hurry Elvis is hurt we have to get him to the nurse and fast!”

“Please do something!” I said, crying at the sight of the man who saved me.

“y/n, come on let's go,” said Jerry,

“Will Elvis be alright?” I said in a low voice,

Jerry turns and looks at me with a sympathetic look, saying “He will.”

Hours passed and we all went back to Graceland. I was waiting along with Jerry on Elvis.

“Damn what's taking the nurse so long,” said Jerry pulling at his hair.

From the hours that passed, I learned a few things about Elvis along with Jerry. Jerry was Elvis's close friend and confidant. He was second in command, which means whatever Elvis couldn't get to do or say Jerry was ready to go. Elvis lost his mother when he was just 23, which made him get into the gang business. His father left, leaving him all alone. To fend for himself. Years later he branched out, thus creating the Memphis Mafia. Jerry has been by his side since Elvis was 25.

“Wow, I can't imagine what that must have been for him,” I said, I couldn't help but feel terrible, for the life he lived. If maybe things would have been different, he wouldn't have had to be in this life.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Jerry breathe out and said “Yeah, his life hasn't been the best, but he means well y/n” “He's housed all of us for years, without him we would be nothing.” “He's saved me countless times and that's where my loyalty lies with him.”

“Maybe, he's not so bad after all,” I said shaking my head.

“Yeah, when you have some time y/n, Id love to share more with you about Elvis, that way you understand where he's coming from.”

Giggling I said “Id like that Jerry.”

Just then, the nurse was heading our direction, my heart thumping so fast, and hard, waiting to hear what the results were.

“Nurse! Tell us what happens to Elvis. Is he gonna pull through?” said Jerry,

“Yes Jerry, Elvis is gonna make a full recovery, he’s right now resting.” Said the nurse smiling.

“Oh thank god!” I breathed out, feeling a sense of ease and worry slip away.

“You must be y/n, pleasure to meet you, I'm nurse Jackie.” She said extending her hand to me.

Hesitating I look at Jerry and he gives me a warm smile, mouthing out to me “She’s trustworthy”

Turning back to Nurse Jackie, I said “pleasures all mine, Nurse, thank you for saving Elvis’s life”

Shaking her hand.

Nurse Jackie smiles and says “don't worry about it hun, not the first time I saved this man's life, from some crazy accident or situation.”

Laughing at her statement, I felt at ease.

“Well, I better get going, it was nice meeting you y/n, I'll see you soon,” Nurse Jackie said.

“Ohh, I almost forgot, here y/n” Nurse Jackie handed me some medications in a bottle.

“What's this nurse?”

“Those are Elvis's medications, those will help him with the pain. He just needs to take those every 6 hours, which is only an hour away, so you should be fine til then.”

“Will we be able to see Elvis today?” I asked the nurse in a hopeful voice. I don’t know where the care and love came from, especially towards Elvis Presley, but I can’t help but feel something.

“You like him,” My inner voice said. “He saved your life.” there it is again my inner voice rambling about why I'm feeling such things. I shake that feeling off me as I wait for my answer.

“At the moment no, but once he's awake I can have Jerry bring him to his room,” said Jackie.

Turning towards Jerry he gave me a sympathetic look and I breathed out saying ok, I'll head towards his room then.

“I'll see you later, Jerry. And thank you again Jackie” with that I head upstairs, making my way toward the familiar setting, and lay on Elvis’s bed, soon after sleep consumed me and for once I welcome darkness's sweet embrace.

Elvis POV:

“Do, you Elvis take y/n to be your wife.” I turn towards my blushing bride and say “I do”

“And do you y/n, take Elvis to be your husband, through sickness and in health til death do you part? “She turns to me but as she was about to say those words. I saw her gown turn red.

“Baby, what's happening?!”

“Jerry!” “Where the hell is everybody?!”

“Y/n baby stays with me please, please don't leave me, please.”

“Well, Well what do we have here….”

“Y/N!” I wake up from the nightmarish dream.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

“Where the hell am I”

Pain shoots from my abdomen, and head as I slowly recall the events that transpired.

“Y/N!” “Baby where are you?”

“Relax E, take it easy”

Turning towards my left I saw Jerry standing towards the door.

“Jerry, boy am I glad to see you! Why am I here in our private medical room.” Why do I have all these needles on me, Where is Y/N?”

I said trying to sit up, groaning as the pain becomes too unbearable.

“E, y/n is upstairs in your room, she's okay”

Sighing in relief. “She's okay,” my inner voice said.

“Well, what are we waiting for then take me to her, Jer!”

“Elvis we gotta talk about what happened just now, we could have lost you back there”

Jerry said as tears began to brim in the corner of his eyes.

“What happened, back there all I remember was y/n towards me and someone shooting towards me.”

“We arrived late at that scene E, but from what I recalled, Red was dying and someone shot you, after that, we don't know what happened.”

“You think it could have been our enemies?” I said, “who could have shot me”

“I don't know E, that's what I'm trying to piece together,” said Jerry.

Nurse Jackie says that you'll make a fast recovery but it's bed rest for a week, or two.

“TWO WEEKS!!! HELL NO!!!” I protested.

“I know E, but I'll tell ya that girl of yours is a brave one”

“What about her Jer?” I asked cautiously hearing what Jerry had to say.

“While you were here, she never left your side. We were staying outside and she did not once escape or even tried to. She stayed quiet, she even asked if we can both see you, but the nurse suggested for she heads upstairs.”

Cracking a small smile, I turn to Jerry and said: “ She did, did she now, you think she's warming up to me Jer?”

Laughing Jerry said, “I can only hope so E.”

As our laughter started to die down a little, I asked Jerry if he can take me to my room.

“Alight E, let's go”

And with that Jerry lifts me from my bed and takes me back to my room.

“Jer, there's one more thing I want you to do for me, can you call Lamar to me? I wanna talk to him.”

“You sure you won't try to hurt him?” said Jerry

Chucking I said, “no Jer, I want to apologize for my actions.”

“Alright E, I'll call him down” and with that Jerry pages, Lamar and Lamar come speeding fast.

Stuttering Lamar says “Yeeesss Boooosss”

“Lamar comes closer, I promise I won't hurt you.”

Lamar cautiously approaches me, couldn't blame him though, I did beat the shit out of him.

“Elvis?” Lamar says as he sees me opening my arms, he flinches

I embraced Lamar, in a hug and said “I'm sorry, Lamar, didn't mean for it to go that far”

Lamar tenses but soon releases it after a few seconds.

Patting my back gently he says “It's alright E, no harsh feelings, I'm glad you're okay tho.”

Nodding my head, I tell Lamar that I'll be resting, in my room for a bit. And then once I'm better we get back to taking care of business.

Chuckling Lamar says “you got it E, rest assured.”

And with that Lamar leaves and Jerry takes me to my room.

“I got it from here Jerry, you go on a rest its been a long day.”

“You sure, Elvis I don't mind taking you…”

“It's alright Jer”

“Alright, E I’ll see you later then”

“Thanks, Jerry, I'll see you later.”

Jerry turns around and heads straight to his room, leaving me alone with my black double doors. I slowly turn the door nob and peek inside. Seeing y/n sleeping on her side of the bed.

“She hadn't changed her clothes?”

“She doesn't have any,” my inner voice said, which reminds me to make a mental note to get her some things.

Slowly making my way towards her, I sit down on the bed, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ears.

y/n groaning, and opens her eyes slowly, leaning towards my touch.

“Didn't mean to wake you little, I'm going to head to the shower, and get these garments off me, there are some extra shirts on this dresser, If you want to change too.”

y/n nods slowly as I get up, she grabs my arm and says “stay, please.”

Turning towards her slender, body I sat down on the bed again.

“Okay, little I will.”

I slowly make my way toward my side of the bed, y/n gets up and helps me lay myself down.

“Easy, Elvis, easy,” she says in a hushed tone. What surprises me the most was the fact once I lay down, she places her head on my chest and cuddled towards me.

“Elvis?” she says, looking up at me,

“Yes, little one,” I said looking down at her, our eyes locking, her y/e/c and my blue orbs becoming one, I slowly leaned in some more as did she.

We were centimeters apart but close enough to feel each other's breaths.

Her lips brushed mine and we began our entanglement. It was a soft but passionate kiss. Nothing like I ever experienced before.

Groaning into the kiss, y/n stopped kissing and proceeded to kiss my neck, slowly trailing down my chest.

“Little, what are you doing?” I breathe out. The feeling of her kisses sent a shock wave to my body.

“Shhhh, I want you to relax and enjoy it.” She says as she continues to trail further down.

Using whatever strength I had left in my body, I got up and pulled her closer to me.

“I don't want you to be doing something out of force now, I want this just as much as anybody else, but I am willing to wait if I have to,” I said.

y/n looked up at me, smiled, and pecks me on the lips saying, “ I want to, Elvis.”

We kiss one more time, while she slowly undoes the buttons on her shirt, dried blood still on it from the events earlier. She throws it somewhere and I am revealed in all her glory, all she had on was lace white panties and no bra.

“You look beautiful, baby,” I said.

Groaning as the pain from my injury begins to take full effect on me again.

“Shit,” I said. “Elvis, something wrong?” y/n said worriedly thinking that maybe she may have hurt him in some way or form.

“Little, I'm alright, I just have a minor injury here.” “We just gotta be extra careful to not open the wound up.”

She looks up at me and begins to gently touch my world with her delicate fingers.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to lay down for me. I wanna show you want exactly you do to me.”

She complies with my orders, her eyes are no longer her usual hue, they are darker filled with curiosity and lust.

“That's it, baby, just relax okay.”

y/n lays down on my bead and I began, kissing her lips once more, I hover over her and break our kiss. I make my way toward her neck, gently pecking until I hear her moan. “Gotcha” I smirked. I took extra time on that side, seeing as it was her sweet spot.

“Elvis”, she moaned out.

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy baby,” I said noticing my breath causing her body to shiver.

My hands were exploring her body, her curves, her lines, and my lips kept going lower and lower towards her panties.

“You ready little,” I said, grabbing the hem of her panties,

Nodding she eagerly awaits what I am about to do.

“No little, I need to hear you say it, are you ready,” I said again making sure my voice was sharp and lowered.

“Yes,” she says, her excitement getting the best of her.

“Good” I placed a kiss on her stomach and began to pull her panties off her legs

I kiss her inner thighs, making sure to bit and nip leaving my mark on them.

“Mine,” I said as I continued to kiss and mark her thighs.

“Elvis, mmmm, don't tease.” Y/N moans out.

I moan onto her inner thigh, “Baby, you sound so divine moaning out my name like that.” “Keep doing it.��

I continued to make my way toward her core, I paused making sure I was making eye contact with her, “eyes on me little, one. I want to see your reaction when I do this.” With that, I pursed my lips a blew air onto her core.

y/n shivered and silently moaned. She kept moving trying to get my face to connect with her core. I licked my lips and made my way to her aching core.

Throwing her head back, and arching her back in the process. I kept licking and sucking her core. Feeling as her nectar drips down my chin. I moaned out, loving this feeling of control I have over her. No one can make her feel this good but me.

“Elvis, mmmm, Elvisss ahh” she screamed, bucking her hips, y/n reaches for my hair and brings me in closer. I placed my hand on her stomach to keep her from moving, I want her to stay in place and enjoy every minute of this, just as much as I am.

“Elvis, mmm I'm... I'm gonna… cum..” y/n breathed out, removing myself from her core, slick trailed from her core to my lips. Licking them off me, I stood up and told her “Not yet little”

“What! Elvis, I wanna, Oh my god” she moans out as I decided to draw circles on her bud. Making sure my pace was slower.

“Elvis, oh god!” she cried out “Elvis, please faster,”

Instead of going faster, I added a finger inside her, going in and out while also stroking her bud.

“Fuck! Elvis, yes... Just.. like that..” y/n head has now succumbed to the pillow and her hands using the sheets to claw at them.

“Baby, you want to cum?” I teased. Making sure to create a lasting effect on her.

“Are you gonna cum for daddy?” I teased. Smirking as I saw her facial expressions each time adding pressure.

She nods, which wasn't the response I was looking for, so I went in adding a second finger to her dripping core.

“Ahhhhh!” she moaned, “now, little we went over this, I want you to speak.” “ You that pretty little mouth of yours for me,” I said.

“Now, I'm gonna ask again” this time going in and out a little faster and using my thumb to create circles on her bud some more. “Do you wanna cum for daddy?” I said.

“Yes! Yes daddy, please let me cum!” she moans.

Smirking I say “Cum for daddy baby”

And with that y/n lets out a moan and her euphoria drips out of her. Leaving her in a state of relaxation and want.

As her slick drips out of her and onto my hands, I removed my fingers and licked them.

“Mmmm, you taste like honey,” I said as I continued to lick my fingers.

y/n blushed, a bright red. “That, that was….” she breathed out.

“Use your words little or do you want me to give you another round.” Smirking I said, as I slowly made my way back to my side of the bed.

My pants felt tighter than before, my cock twitching for it to be released. For it to be buried inside. I try my best to fix the situation but to my dismay, it was no use.

y/n turns to me and sees what is currently going on. “Elvis” she breathes out. “Yes, little one,” I said, my eyes not leaving her gaze.

She gets up from her side and gently straddles me. “Little what are you doing?” I said as I was about to get up, but the pain from my injury shoots up instead, having me to get back down. y/n notices and puts her hand on my chest, drawing circles. Her hand makes it's way lower and lower to my belt.

She swiftly undoes my belt loops and removed them. She then unhooks my button and unzips my pants leaving me in my briefs.

“Little what are you doing?” I asked again to which she replies “ Shhhh” she grinds her hips onto my aching cock, having me throw my head back groaning. “You pleased me, I want to please you tonight.” She said and she continues to grind her hips onto my cock.

Grabbing her hips I stopped her and looked her in the eyes and said, “are you sure? We don't have to do this now?” she silences me with a kiss and says “I want to”

Y/n proceeded by removing my briefs causing my hard-on to spring and hit my stomach. Her eyes widened with shock and amusement. “How are you big” she whispered, “Well when I was younger, let's just say my nickname wasn't coke bottle for nothing. But that's a story for a later time.” I said chuckling.

She looks down, and gently grabs hold of my cock, groaning at the sudden contact. “y/n” I moaned out. She begins to move her hand up and down, creating the friction it so desperately pleaded.

“y/n, please go faster.” I groaned, gripping the sheets. She complied and went faster at a pace I have, never experienced before.

“Fuck, baby your so good, ugh!” I groaned. Bucking my hips into obtaining more friction.

Pre-cum started to ooze out of me as y/n used her thumb to glide some of it all over the tip.

“Baby, mmmm” I moaned out loud. She then stops out of nowhere.

Breathing heavily wondering why she stopped. I saw that she grabs my cock once more and slowly places it where her hole is, sliding down gently til she reached fullness.

“Fuck!” we both moaned.

y/n once in a comfortable position began to ride me. Slowly building momentum as she grinds her hips back and forth adding a little bounce to the mix. I gently grab onto her hips to steady her pacing.

“y/n, baby” I moaned feeling her tight core. “Elvis, oh god, Elvis” she moans throwing her head back in the process. y/n proceeds to speed up the pace and her walls begin to hit my cock, in and out, in and out.

I bucked my hips adding more pleasure, causing both of us to moan out. “Elvis” y/n says mouth wide open, grabbing onto my chest. Digging her nails. “I'm so close”

That was my cue, I gently turned us around letting me be on top, and began to pump myself in and out of her. Hitting her g-spot each time. We both moaned, sweat dripping from my forehead. Groaning at the mix of pleasure and pain, I “stupid injury” I thought. But I was gonna push away the pain for later.

I brought y/n legs over my shoulders, deeping each thrust. “Elvis!” “Harder!” she cries out.

I pumped harder until I felt I was about to burst. “Elvis… I'm gonna… cum” she breathes out, arching her back in the process.

Kissing her lips, I pulled out, both of us coming together from our highs.

Just as soon as I saw, y/n relax, I rolled back onto my side of the bed, breathing heavily.

Turning my head I saw y/n breathing heavily along with feeling the sense of tiredness consume her.

Slowly getting up, I grab some towels, for us to clean ourselves up. One clean, I laid back down, on the bed, looking at my injury and seeing my gauze begin to seep some blood.

“I may have overdone it.” Chuckling to myself. y/n turns to me and notices my gauze bleeding.

“Oh, my Elvis your bleeding again,” She said in a state of panic.

Kissing her forehead I tell her, not to worry. “Before I forget Elvis, Nurse Jackie gave me some of your medicine. If you like you can take one that way in the morning, you won't be in so much pain.”

Turning towards y/n, I looked at her and said, “ nurse Jackie gave you some medicine, now why didn't you tell me sooner, little” grabbing her sides to bring her in closer to me. y/n yelps and giggles saying “I must have gotten a little carried away.”

“ you know where the medicine is now?”

“Yes, it's inside that drawer.”

Turning towards where she was pointing, I made my way towards the drawer and grabbed my bottle prescribed to Elvis Presley. The directions say Take every 6 hours to avoid any further injury and to help with the healing process.

Opening the bottle I grab one pill and grab a glass of water. Chucking the water along with the drug. Placing the glass cup down, I saw y/n already falling asleep. Smiling at the sight I made my way towards her, grabbing onto our stained sheets, I wrapped her body along with mine, bringing her in closer.

Kissing her forehead I said, “goodnight, little I love you.” with that the effects of the drug kicked in and I slowly enter into slumber wishing for y/n to repeat those same words to me someday.

Wowwww!! What do we think about this monster of a chapter? That was a wild ride!

Thank you to my loves @erutluve and @plasticfantasticl0ver

Also want to say thank you to @gracie-lynn123 for commenting on my latest post! your message was very sweet! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

I can't wait for y'all to read chapter 9! Stay tuned for another exciting chapter.

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practically-an-x-man · 5 months

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reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it

For my fave ship Ahkat? (You know I would pick them)

Oooh good choice! Ahk and Kat are such an adorable pair to write <3

____ Christmas Lights

Word Count: 977 Content Warnings: None!

"Hey, do you have time for a walk?" Katherine asked, resisting the urge to bounce on her toes. Ahkmenrah glanced up at the clock over the wall. Hardly ten at night. They had hours to spare before sunrise.

"Always, my love." he agreed, "I imagine you've got something planned for us?"

"I do..." Katherine replied, drawing the words out cryptically though she couldn't stop the smile pulling at her lips, "It's a surprise. You'll like it."

"I'm sure I will," he replied, returning her smile, "Give me just a moment to get changed and we'll go."

She met him at the door not even ten minutes later, pulling her own coat on against the winter chill. The young pharaoh had swapped his usual Kemetic garb for something much more... well... New York-appropriate. He was dressed in dark slacks and a deep green button-up, and was in the process of pulling on a worn corduroy coat when she joined him. It made him look academic, sophisticated - as ironic as it was, he looked more like he belonged in the museum in this getup than in his usual wear. Compared to how well the outfit complimented his slender frame, Katherine felt almost inept in her puffy winter jacket and paint-spattered blue jeans.

"Ready?" she asked. Ahk nodded and moved to push open the door, holding it for her as she stepped through. Months of this, and she still never grew tired of his chivalry. She didn't imagine she ever would.

The walk was brief but awfully chilly, and Katherine found herself drifting back towards Ahk's side as they made their way through the streets. Snow came down in fat white flakes. Every so often, she shivered as a snowflake snuck down the hem of her jacket.

Winter in New York was rarely a glamorous thing from the street, with its stacks of grey slush clogging the streets and endless bustle of foot traffic even late at night, but Katherine could appreciate the sight either way. They hardly ever got snow back in Memphis. Grey slush or not, there were lights on the storefronts and decorations all strung up overhead, and there was beauty to all of that. She wanted to paint it.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Ahk leaned in and kissed her cheek without even breaking stride. Katherine tilted her head at him but didn't hide her smile.

"Mistletoe." he said by way of explanation.

"I'm surprised you even know about that tradition," Katherine replied, "Isn't that... what, Roman? Celtic?"

"Roman. Saturnalia. I... may have helped Octavius hang a piece over the doorway to the miniatures' exhibit."

Katherine giggled under her breath, shaking her head.

"That's not going to work out the way he thinks it will," she said, "He'll probably end up having to kiss one of his own soldiers."

"Hm. Maybe."

There was something interesting in his voice, a joke that hadn't quite reached its punchline, and Katherine raised her eyebrows at her partner.

"What is it?"

"Jed may have asked me to hang one in the same place." Ahk admitted, shooting her a cheeky smile. Katherine laughed, bumping her shoulder into his own good-naturedly.

"You're playing matchmaker!"

"Just a touch." he agreed with a low shrug, "It's about time, anyway. I've been watching those two circle each other for decades."

"Well, I suppose when you've got decades to spend..." Katherine said with a shrug, then glanced up at the building ahead of them, "Oh, hey, we're here."

She led him into the building and spoke briefly with the woman at the front desk before guiding him down to the elevators. She caught Ahk sneaking glances at the foyer around them, looking faintly confused.

"Emily got an internship here," Katherine explained, pulling him gently into the elevator and punching the button for the top floor, "She told her boss you were an out-of-towner, and she agreed to help us out with a little favor."

Another minute or two later, and the two of them stepped out onto the highest floor of the building. It was an open room, perhaps a conference space, with a full wall of windows on the far side. Katherine wandered towards that far wall, her pharaoh only a step behind.

"Look at that," she said, a little breathless. She'd never seen the lights of New York laid out like this either. The city sprawled out in front of them, lit in a dozen colors. The cars far below looked like toys, the crowds of people like ants milling about in search of crumbs. Far off in the distance, she could see Central Park in a blanket of soft white, and Times Square with its leviathan tree all covered in ornaments.

Ahkmenrah came up to her side, standing so close she could hear the way his breath stalled at the sight. He didn't speak. The lights of the city reflected in his eyes, turning them almost silver.

Wordlessly, he held out a hand to her. Katherine laced her fingers with his own and leaned into his side, savoring the warmth of his touch.

Ahk leaned down and again kissed her cheek, the same way he had out on the street. Katherine smiled, turning her head to catch a second kiss against her lips.

"No mistletoe this time," she teased, bumping him lightly with her hip. Ahk tilted his head, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small green sprig.

"You did not," Katherine gaped at him, though she failed to keep her laughter confined to her chest. Ahk grinned, dimples creasing his cheeks.

"I haven't hung Jed's yet," he said, "Figured I'd want it with me. It's a lovely tradition."

His eyes gleamed as he lifted the greenery high over their heads. He didn't speak, but he tilted his head in invitation.

They shared a kiss surrounded by the lights of Christmas.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #oc katherine johnson #my writing #who waits forever anyway? fic #natm fanfiction #night at the museum #ahkmenrah #oneshot #ficlet #fluff #holiday fluff

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nysocboy · 3 months

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Gemstones Episode 2.8, Continued: Macaulay Culkin grows up, the Cycle Ninjas break out, and Jussie Smollett shows his stuff

Previous: Episode 2.8: Baby Billy sees a ghost, Judy becomes a mom, and Kelvin gets *** up. With nude dwarf athletes

Baby Billy's Baby Boy: Harmon the special-needs son who Baby Billy abandoned at Christmas 1993. has grown into a special-needs adult (Macaulay Culkin), But nevertheless he has achieved the heterosexual nuclear family trajectory of job, house, wife, and kids.Actually, his wife has the job (a lawyer, "an educated breadwinner") but close enough.

Suddenly the doorbell rings: it's a card with a photo of Harmon on Santa's lap the day his Daddy abandoned him. Then his Daddy!

Baby Billy wants to fix things between them, so he can move forward with his new son. So it's not about Harmon, it's about you? Harmon says just don't make the same mistake again, and "Can I hit you with a closed fist as hard as I can in the face?" That's rather precise, but Baby Billy agrees, and gets walloped.

Jesse Smollett and K-Fed: Back stage before Eli's "welcome back" service, the siblings are in makeup and practicing their enunciation. They agree to make Daddy proud by showing how much they love each other. Judy says that she loves "Jesse Smollett" and "K-Fed," whereupon Kelvin makes a strange feminine gesture.

K-Fed is Kevin Federline, an actor, musician, and dj, known for his brief marriage to Britney Spears.

Jesse Smollett is Jussie Smollett (top photo and left), an actor who came out as gay in 2015. On the Fox drama Empire (2014), he played a gay musician trying to gain the approval of father, a hiphop mogul. Sounds more like Kelvin.

At least Jussie's character managed to kiss a dude. Kelvin won't get around to that for another umpteen episodes.

Back to the siblings: They're going to take a photo with the Millins, an impoverished family that the church is gifting $50,000. Judy wonders why they are bothering with such a small amount, "barely any money at all." It doesn't seem worthwhile. "Poor people love money," Kelvin explains.

Geez, just when you think these people have redeemed themselves...are they so lacking in empathy, or are they so out of touch that they don't realize that $50,000 is almost a full year's household income in South Carolina?

Wait -- where is Eli?

Eli and Junior reconcile: Eli skipped his welcome-back service to make a surprise visit to Junior's wrestling studio in Memphis. He couldn't have waited until after church?

Suspicious of his motives (naturally, after the run-in with Jesse), Junior comes armed with his own God Squad of four musclemen. But Eli has had enough: he doesn't want to fight.

"But you ignored and disrespected me," Junior says, forgetting for a moment that Eli also broke his heart, "And sent your asshole son to threaten me with violence, to rape me. What's up with that?"

Eli denies that he sent Jesse, and comes clean about his father murdering Junior's father. Junior is ok with it: "He was asshole, anyway."

They stand so close together that one expects them to kiss. But then Junior drops one last bombshell: he didn't send the Cycle Ninjas. Someone else is trying to kill Eli. But who?

Cut to the police station. Sheriff Brenda is on the toilet, when she hears an explosion. The lights go out, and the fire alarm goes on. Out in the hallway, cops are lying dead. The Cycle Ninjas have escaped! The end.

One episode left, and a lot of questions to answer.

The full version of this review is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #Baby Billy Freeman #Jussie Smollett #Empire

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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HELLO!! I just wanted to say you did my request a MAJOR justice and I loved it so much so thankyou!!

I also wanted to ask something of you, if your still accepting requests would you mind doing one with dad!Elvis and Ada where it's like her first proper snow, and he takes her outside to play in it, (reader's a bit of a sook when it comes to the cold. Always cold stuff like that. Elvis makes fun of you.) So you watch from inside, however when they're out there and having fun Elvis and Ada are playing and throwing snowballs and stuff but she's one of those children who's always a bit cheeky. So while Elvis isn't looking she takes off her scarf and hat because she hates them. And when Elvis sees he's like "Now Ada baby, what'd daddy tell ya? Mama's gonna have my head if ya get sick. It already took enough convincin' as it is." and puts her stuff back on. And then it happens again, and again and again until she eventually takes her coat off and runs away wanting to annoy Elvis and hides thinking it's hide and seek but then when Elvis is looking for her she realizes she's actually really cold? So when Elvis finds her she's all huddled in a corner and Elvis is instantly father concerned and worried and wraps her up in his stuff reprimanding her for taker hers off and he begins to look for it? He's a little annoyed, you see and are confused and concerned but laugh a bit when you hear the story. Anyway just general fluff please?

I know it's long and you don't have to do it but I couldn't picture it with anyone else!!

Hello! I’m so happy to hear I did your request justice. Thank you. Oh my god. I’d love to write about Ada’s first snow especially since from what I hear Memphis doesn’t get a lot of snow. So I feel like that would be extra special for the both of them.

This is so cute!! I can definitely see her just taking off everything because she doesn’t like it because she’s such a little menace, lol. I love a good Elvis and Ada fic. Thank you so much and I may end up writing it today. ☺️

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Recap/review 14.06: “Optimism”

THEN: Starts out pretty ominous, with clock-ticky music, Jack's grace getting sucked out, "this is the end of everything," and Jack considering himself useless. We're reminded that New Charlie exists (aw, Dean looked so pretty in AU Land) and Jack has "the mind of a hunter." Michael hurting people and Dean feels guilty (aw, Sam's Beard of Despair, how I miss you). Sounds like we're in for a real downer of an episode, friends.

NOW: Nebraska. Happy music. A cheerful librarian opens up shop, and she's cute as can be but I wore that blouse in the 80s and it needs to stay there (JUST SAY NO TO THE RUFFLED YOKE, LADIES). Her name is Harper, and she has a kind-of-date with a guy named Winston tonight, though she is clearly Not Into You, Winston. An (apparent) coworker named Miles hears her "scream" and comes to her aid, brandishing a stapler, and is reminded that he needs to mind his own business. Winston leaves, clearly walking on air, and then STAYIN' ALIVE STARTS PLAYING and we focus on Winston's feet just like the iconic opening scene of Saturday Night Fever (if you're too young to remember, watch this, IT'S IMPORTANT CULTURAL KNOWLEDGE and there WILL BE A QUIZ LATER) and y'all don't even know how much I love this song. YOU DON'T KNOW. I can't help it. My mom was a huge Bee Gees fan, partially because she was very into Barry Gibb.

Coincidence?

What can I say? I am my mother's child.

Now, where were we?

(Pretty much where we always are, so could you please just move this along?)

Sorry for the digression. Anyway. Now I suspect this isn't going to be a downer episode after all. (Turns out it was directed by Richard Speight, which would have been a clue if I'd known that earlier, bless him.) While I've been digressing, Winston has happily bopped down the street, only to have a hand cover his mouth and drag him off-screen. There's a record scratch and a squirt of dark goo and a scream, so I guess it did turn out to be a downer for Winston, but not for me.

Title card!

{Sidebar: I didn't realize Saturday Night Fever was directed by John Badham, who went on to direct several episodes of Supernatural.}

Jack's drinking coffee in the bunker. He takes a sip and then pours a huge amount of sugar into it, which immediately makes me think of this scene from The Fly when Jeff Goldblum, who does not yet realize that he is turning into a fly, does the same thing.

(Spoiler alert: Ahem.)

Dean walks in and asks what he's doing, and Jack explains that everything tastes different without his powers, and he can't get the coffee to taste the way he likes it. That's because coffee is nasty, Jack. (And also, thanks to the Continuity Fairy for remembering that food tasted different to Cas when he didn't have grace.) Dean asks if Jack has seen Sam, because that's what Dean does; he probably walked in the door and felt a disturbance in the Force and realized he didn't know where Sam was. From Jack, we learn that (1) Dean went on an overnight run to Mobby's love shack cabin and (b) Sam went on a hunt with Charlie without telling Dean. Is Dean okay with this? Are we gonna okay with this? Couldn't he have at least sent a text message? He's supposed to be setting an example!

"Explain to me again how you just let Sam LEAVE."

I guess Sam had to go himself, rather than send someone else, because this is one of those times when there's no random hunters in the bunker. (And where's Rowena? Did Charlie abandon her in the Southwest? Did they have a fight?) Jack imagines Sam and Charlie are doing something "really exciting."

Cut to Sam and Charlie sitting quietly in a truck outside Memphis, bored out of their minds. Hee! It's the kind of crappy old truck I always want Sam to drive, so I love it. They're staring at a bus stop with an ad for Pete the Pestinator, who seems to be an insect exterminator. (Spoiler alert: ahem again.) Sam confirms that "this is where all those people went missing," although if he's been sitting in that truck long enough to be bored, he really should have nailed that down by now. Charlie says "yep." More silent sitting.

Back to the bunker. Dean seems surprised that Sam left Jack there alone (where's Cas?) and Jack says "Sam wanted someone around when you came back. He's worried about you."

"Yeah, that sounds like him," Dean grumbles, and hello, kettle, the pot just called, and said you're black. Jack offers some encouragement, telling him no one blames him for Michael, and Dean says "Cool. Well, I blame me, so." His self-flagellation is interrupted by Jack's Cough of Great Concern. "Maybe I'm allergic to sitting around doing nothing," Jack snarks.

Dean sits down for a heart-to-heart, and Jack says he's been hunting with Cas and wants to do more. Dean says "No offense, Cas is an insurance policy on those hunts." Jack looks hurt. I don't understand this at all. Why wouldn't Jack already know that Cas is there to protect him? And why would this hurt his feelings? I'm so confused. But I immediately forget it, because Dean says "Sam's just trying to keep you safe, okay? He's a smart guy." AND THEN WE CUT TO THIS.

Bless you, Richard Speight, writer Steve Yockey, bless you both.

I literally did burst out laughing at Sam and his fidget spinner. Charlie is not amused, and Sam puts his toy away with some embarrassment.

Bunker. Jack's found a report on our dead friend Winston, who seemed to have human bitemarks taken out of his corpse. And others have gone missing in the area. We skip part of a conversation, but whatever it was, Dean says Sam won't like it. "Sam's not here," says Jack. Oh, no you don't, Jack. Don't you go ignoring the Chief's directives just because he's not here. Dean says he'll go check it out alone, but Jack suddenly remembers Sam's Law and reminds Dean about the Buddy System.

We can be hunting buddies!

Okay, uh, (a), don't call it that, and (b), YOU'RE gonna back ME up?

Oh, Dean. You didn't do the (1) and (b) thing that I love so much. Jack gets to be the one to bare a little bit of his soul now, telling Dean that he also feels guilty about Michael, because he could have killed him but he was "distracted and stupid." He doesn't want to sit around feeling guilty all day, he wants to hunt.

Looks like that was the right button to push, because we cut to Sam on the phone, clearly not a fan of the plan and telling Dean to be careful. I assume his reluctance is because he doesn't trust Jack to watch Dean's back. But Sam, if you can trust Maggie to hunt alone, you can trust Dean with a novice backup. (I know, I know, Dean is more important than Maggie.)

Sam asks again if Charlie is sure this is the right place, and she says it's where four people disappeared. And while she was scouting around, she found a mason jar full of goo. Is this the same goo we saw when Winston was killed? (Spoiler alert: no.) And now she's trying to figure out what they're hunting, so she's reading. I'd have done my reading before the stakeout, but that's just me. (I'd also have done some reading instead of sitting there glaring at Sam while he enjoyed his fidget spinner, but that's also just me.)

(I also might have thought of more interesting things to do while I was stuck in a car with Sam, but they would have interfered with the stakeout. And they aren't anything Charlie would have been interested in anyway.)

Cut to Dick's Red Rooster Diner (ha ha, I see you, Speight). According to Winston's obituary, he had breakfast here every morning. Jack agrees with me that it's an odd thing to put in an obituary, but Dean says that when someone dies young, you don't know what to put in those things. (Oh, think of 20-something Dean's obituary.) He introduces them to the waitress as Agents Berry and Charles, and the only thing I can think of is Chuck Berry, so if someone has a better idea, let me know. He asks for details about Winston, and the only detail she can provide is that he's dead. Jack dutifully writes that detail in his little notebook. (BLESS.)

This waitress is wonderfully snippy, knows her rights, and isn't the least bit interested in talking to these FBI agents, but when Dean hands her some cash she changes her mind. She says they should should be more interested in Harper, who Winston just started "courting," and Jack is confused.

What's courting?

It's what you do before you start dating.

Ah, and that's the thing you do before the sex.

Sometimes you just have the sex.

Okay, Dean's wrong, courting is what you do instead of dating, but this is still a wonderful exchange. And the next part is wonderful too, cutting between the waitress and some customers explaining that Harper was popular in high school, but her boyfriend ran off, and now all these men connected to her have died, and she's really into romance books, and ending on I've heard too much Dean and I'm confused Jack.

Love this.

Back at the stakeout, Sam's biting his nails, which I also love for some reason, and of course the only time we've ever seen him bite his nails was when he was worried about Dean. New Charlie picks right up on it. She tells him Dean will be fine, and comments that he's got other friends, right? Which I don't understand, because it doesn't matter what other friends he has, he's not hunting with them. He's hunting with Jack. "He used to have a pretty damn good wingman," Sam says, and I think no, Sam, what are you saying, he still has you. She says he should call "that guy" to check on him, and Sam says "that guy was you." Charlie gives him a look. "No, it wasn't." And she's right, Sam. SHE IS NOT YOUR CHARLIE. And also, was Charlie ever really Dean's wingman? I don't think so. Sam, of course. Cas, literal wingman. But not Charlie. Charlie was the little sister.

Sam apologizes, and then says "I'm just saying, I'm not surprised you survived the apocalypse." Which isn't what you were saying at all, Sam. Charlie is surprised she survived, because she was just a programmer at Richard Roman Enterprises (Dick Roman! I wonder what happened to your AU version), living with the love of her life, Cara. My heart skipped a beat because I was so ready, guys, for the love of Charlie's life to be Dr. Cara Roberts from Sex and Violence, but apparently not. {Sidebar fic prompt: Sam. Charlie. Dr. Cara. Three-way.) Charlie's Cara was a baker. Charlie tells a sad story about waiting for help that never came, and Cara eventually being killed by people, not angels. Society falls apart. (Or, as Dean once said, demons I get; people are crazy.) Sam insists society isn't falling apart here, and Charlie says "not yet."

Just like last week, we're getting some needed differentiation between the characters we lost and their AU counterparts, which I appreciate.

I also appreciate pretty, attentive, sympathetic Sam.

Diner. Dean calls Jack "Mighty Mouse," for some reason, and congratulations him on finding a case. He tries to teach him about the importance of pie, but Jack's more interested in courting. He's never been exposed to off-screen romance, unless Gabriel and Rowena counts (Dean assures him it doesn't, but how would Jack have been exposed to Gabriel/Rowena anyway, since it happened while he was in AU Land and Gabriel didn't make it back?) Dean promises he'll give him The Talk when they get back, but right now they need to concentrate on finding Harper. {Sidebar fic prompt: Dean's and Sam's versions of The Talk. Would Dean's be like Dean's speech from Rock and a Hard Place?} Jack speculates she might not be human, and Dean says they're going to find out, and it's going to work like a romance novel. Hmm!

Cut to the library, where Harper is working. Dean enters and identifies himself as FBI, with questions about Winston. She doesn't want to talk, and he pushes. Then Jack shows up, asking for a book about the area's history, and defends her against the big mean FBI guy. Dean says "why don't you back off, kid" and Jack responds "No, you back off, old man" and DEAN'S FACE. This was clearly NOT IN THE SCRIPT. I love it. Dean slinks off, dejected, to examine his gracefully-aging face in the rear-view mirror. {Sidebar: I honestly think Jensen is aging a lot better than Dean is. Dean looks tired a lot of the time, and I'd like to believe Show is doing that on purpose, but I don't think it's the case. Jensen always looks awesome.} Harper is delighted, and apparently smitten, judging by the music. Jack introduces himself as "Jack Smith" and she invites him to her apartment, where she has the perfect book.

Why does this library have those convenience store perp measurements at the door? Does it get robbed a lot? Also, how many episodes have signs in the background with the title of a different episode? Not very many, I'm guessing.

As they leave, Miles the Stapler Guy follows and asks where she's going. It must be close to closing time, because Harper says she'll come back and lock up. Miles, who's carrying a bag of trash, refuses to shake Jack's hand. As Jack and Harper go one way, he stomps off in the other direction. I'm suspicious, and so is Dean, who gets out of the car to follow him. As Miles puts the library's trash in an inappropriately small residential bin, he hears a noise. We then cut to Dean, who hears Miles scream but just keeps walking? But then a trash can is knocked over and that gets his attention. He finds Miles dead, and we get a monster POV shot watching him.

Stakeout. Charlie's still reading. Apparently she brought all the books. She says she hates hunting, which surprises Sam, because she's so good at it. She points out that she's good at it because the alternative was death. "I mean, no offense, but who wants to be a hunter? This job, just a lot of tears and death."

Sam says "you said something like that to me once, long ago, about hunting." He quickly apologizes for once again conflating her with Our Charlie. At first I was annoyed at him, but then I started thinking about how awful Our Charlie's death was for him, with the MoC, and the fear, and the worry, and the guilt, and his brother saying he should be the one on the funeral pyre instead, and you know what? I'm gonna cut him some slack for trying to forget all of that ever happened. A lot of slack, in fact.

Charlie casually drops that she's glad this is her last hunt. Did you give the Chief your two week's notice, Charlie? I DON'T THINK SO. She plans to get away from monsters and people, and "live on a mountaintop or something... as long as there's good wifi." I'm sure Sam can get you set up with his magical wifi, Charlie, if you stay on his good side.

Harper's apartment. She seems to be all about love, with a decorative "amore" sign in the kitchen and a big red heart hanging on the wall. She suddenly realizes it's weird that she brought him to her apartment, though she's thinking "putting the moves on you" weird and I'm thinking "inviting a potential serial killer into your home" weird. But maybe I listen to too much My Favorite Murder.

She leaves the room to get the book (odd that it's not on the stuffed bookshelves in her living room, but they're all full of romance novels). Jack asks why the FBI was "hassling" her, and she tells him about Winston's death as he surreptitiously puts a silver coin on the floor and splashes holy water all over his hands. A call comes from Dean, but he ignores it. When she comes back with the book, she notices the coin on the floor and picks it up. She touches his hand when she gives him the coin and notices that it's wet. I would have put the holy water on the coin, although a wet coin on the floor might be as weird as wet hands. He just laughs weirdly and then does a fake cough AND SAYS CHRISTO. SOMEONE FINALLY REMEMBERED CHRISTO. Oh, my heart. I've been waiting 13 years for this moment. She doesn't react to it, so she seems pretty human. He says he's nervous, so she sits on the couch and pats the seat next to her.

Stakeout. Charlie has found something in the books called a Musca. Sam already knows it's a man-fly hybrid (IT'S THE FLY; OUR MONSTER IS JEFF GOLDBLUM) and that no one's seen them, so if they do exist, they keep to themselves. She's impressed with his Sammy smarts. He says he's read all the books, but if he'd read this one, he'd know that every few hundred years a male Musca can't find a mate and he "abandons his community and starts using people's bodies to nest, binding them together with a viscous goo." Ew.

As they walk, in the background we see a figure approaching the two women who are sitting on the bus stop bench. It's clothed in black, carrying a black briefcase, and it has a giant head. At first I think it's literally a giant fly's head. But when Charlie notices it, we get a closer look, and it's a large black hood, like a beekeeper's outfit. It sits down and then casually scoots closer to the women, who scoot away, and it's hilarious.

Harper's apartment. She asks Jack where he's from, and he tells her he lives in Lebanon, Kansas. NO, JACK. DON'T TELL ANYONE WHERE YOU LIVE. Jack coughs some more and then notices a picture of Harper with her boyfriend, Vance. She says he left town after high school because he wanted to see the world, and Jack seems astonished that anyone would leave her. And that was when her bad luck started, but she tries to stay optimistic. "Me too," Jack says. "I had some not-so-great stuff happen in my past. Trying to be positive... it can be hard." Oh, Jack, sweetie. They gaze into each other's eyes and it looks like they're going to kiss. Jack's phone buzzes with a text from Dean that says CALL ME NOW.

Jack? Do you believe in love at first sight?

Do you... (music swells)... mind if I use the bathroom?

Ha!

Jack hides in the bathroom to call Dean. He tells him Harper isn't a monster, and he thinks she's in love with him. Although Dean's sure that's not the case, Jack says "but if she is, I need to know everything about sex. Go." Ha again! Dean tells him about Miles's death, which makes Jack wonder if she's cursed. Dean says it's more like all the guys around her are cursed. "Like me," Jack ponders, just before we get another monster POV shot and a strangled shout from Dean. The phone goes dead.

Jack comes back into the living room and Harper asks if he's okay and if he wants to go for coffee. Then the door bursts open and Dean comes in, and I wonder why she's freaking out until I remember that Dean is Bad FBI Guy to her. He quickly blocks the door and tell her they're here to save her from... whatever it is that's suddenly growling and banging on her door. "At first I thought it was a ghost," he says, "but then it punched me in the face." She's freaked out about a ghost, but Jack reassuringly (NOT!) tells her that he's saying it's NOT a ghost. Dean recognizes a photo and it turns out the monster is her old boyfriend Vance, who she didn't even realize was dead.

For some reason Dean isn't carrying a lot of weapons, but he has a silver knife and finds a silver letter opener on Harper's desk. Silver will slow it down, he tells them, but there's only one way to kill the undead boyfriend. Vance breaks the door down before we learn what that is. Dean starts fighting with the silver knife and tells Jack to get Harper out of there.

Stakeout. It's nighttime now. A lone man sits at the bus stop as Sam tries to convince Charlie that she can't drop out of society. She needs people, and also, it's hard to walk away from being a hunter. "I tried. Our Charlie tried." You know, for someone who did want out of hunting, and did try to get out of it, Sam spends a lot of time convincing others to do it, or at least enabling them. I mean, Dean was all "Patience, if you can live a normal life, do it," and Sam was all "well, Claire, if you're gonna hunt, I guess I should show you how to hack." Although that (and teaching Ghoul!Adam to shoot) was more about protecting someone determined/forced to be a hunter than recruiting. So maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, if anyone recognized the futility of getting out of the life, it would be him.

Jeff Goldblum shows up again and sits by his next victim. Charlie wants to go for the kill, but Sam thinks they should wait for him to make his move, in case he's just into weird fashion. Look, Sam, if a guy likes wearing a black beekeeper's bonnet and sidling up to random strangers at bus stops, he deserves to be hunted, whether or not he's actually part bee. When the bus shows up, it blocks their view of the duo. When it leaves, the bench is empty. Which could mean they just got on the bus, but we see something disappearing behind the stop. Sam decides it's a go after all.

Let's stick with this story, rather than cutting back and forth between them like the show did.

Sam and Charlie find a door with a bunch of goo on the handle. Sam says Charlie found something in the books that theorized a brass nail dripped in sugar water would kill a musca. Because yes, of course sugar water, WHICH FLIES EAT, would kill a fly man. (Rolls my eyes at this otherwise delightful episode.) Charlie reminds him they have neither of those things. "So we get creative," Sam says. I'm expecting some kind of MacGuyvering involving a can of Coke, or Sam's sugary coffee. (Spoiler alert: I'm wrong.)

{Sidebar: Why are all the methods of killing monsters so weirdly specific? Chopping off the head should kill ANYTHING.}

They go through the door, which surprisingly leads them into an abandoned warehouse. It's full of flies (normal ones, not half-man flies) and smells like pine cleaner and rotting meat. Yum. Eventually Sam finds the briefcase, which is full of what looks like candy wrappers and also has a white cloth, which he sniffs to discover chloroform. Dude. Don't sniff the chloroform rag. Charlie finds the most recent victim, still alive, by a pile of bodies. Something grabs Charlie's hand. She pulls loose, but falls off a low platform (seriously, it's like two feet high) and... loses consciousness? Okay. Maybe he chloroformed her and I missed it. I'm old and decrepit and this would have barely bruised me. He must have chloroformed her.

Sam tries to wake her up, but is interrupted by the WORST MONSTER COSTUME EVER. Oh god, you guys, this fly man head is so bad. SO BAD.

{Sidebar: Did you know that you don't see much of the shark in Jaws because the model was so bad, Steven Spielberg decided he wanted to shoot it as little as possible? And it actually made the movie better because the unseen monster was so much scarier? Just saying, Speight.}

(Um, have you watched any movies that were made before 1980?)

Well, that was uncalled for.

Jeff Goldblum attacks Sam and gets goo on him, and if this were really a fly, wouldn't that goo be digesting him? Isn't that how flies eat? (Why yes, it is.) Charlie regains consciousness and stabs it with something, which gets it off Sam long enough for him to shoot it in the head. Creativity in action! So, I guess I got my wish. Interesting that, just like last week, the guys figured out that there are actions that will kill anything.

Aftermath! Charlie and Sam are driving, and Sam says he feels bad for the Musca, which could have been happy if it had stayed home with its people. Subtle, Sam. Charlie's all, yeah, okay, I'm like the bug, except not so much. As we see the Musca family coming to retrieve their brother's body, Sam asks Charlie not to leave. "If we help people, then maybe they'll help people, and all that, and that's worth it. Even with all the tears and death, it's worth it." Oh, Sammy. {sniff} She says she'll think about it.

Back to Jack and Harper. It was broad daylight when they got to her apartment, so I don't know why it's nighttime now. How long did he spend in the bathroom? No wonder she asked if he was okay. Cut to Dean gleefully fighting the zombie, who suddenly stops fighting and runs off.

Jack and Harper run to the library, where she struggles with the keys until Jack remembers she left without locking the door. They scurry inside and he locks it. As they hide behind the counter, they see Zombie Vance run by. Jack tells her not to worry, because he locked the door, and she asks if he flipped the switch under the lock? Obviously he didn't, and she goes to do it herself. As she stands, looking out the door, Vance shows up. She unlocks the door, which Jack obviously DID lock, and opens it. He hands her the history book - I guess Jack dropped it - and they kiss.

Um. whoops. Vance is actually still Harper's boyfriend. And he has to eat human flesh. Like, Jack's, for example. Vance lunges for Jack, who hides in the stacks as Harper gives him the villain dialogue over the library's PA system. She likes Jack, but he's obviously a hunter, and she comes from a long line of necromancers, so it would never work out between them. She killed Vance to keep him from leaving after high school, and killing every other guy in her sights is just a fun little romantic roleplay for them. We get a little scare when a hand appears on Jack's shoulder (been a lot of that going around lately), but it's Dean. He tells Jack they have to get Vance back into his grave and then drive a stake into his heart to keep him there. And they're going to convince him using another romance novel method.

Jack tells her he wants to do things Vance can't do - walk her down the aisle, raise a family. This draws Vance out, who lunges at him but finds himself facing Dean. Vance gets Dean against a wall, and Harper calls out to him. Dean thinks she's going to call him off, but she says "Baby, kill him!" and Dean's "huh" look is precious to me. Instead, Dean slaps a handcuff on his arm and cuffs him to a pole or something. Jack cuffs his other arm to a library cart, I think, which is mobile and therefore defeats the purpose of cuffing, but good try, Jack. The cuffs burn Vance, so they're silver or enchanted or something. Seems like a successful hunt, but when the guys look up, the door is open and Harper is gone.

Later we see Harper and her suitcase at a cafe, writing a letter to Jack. So she had time to go home and pack a suitcase, and Dean and Jack didn't go to her apartment and look for her? Guys. Come on. She's sorry she's going to have to kill Jack, but it means she can bring him back to life and they'll be together forever. See you soon, she writes, sealing the envelope addressed to Jack Smith, c/o the Lebanon, Kansas post office. I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET HER KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, JACK. Is Harper going to be a Big Bad this season? Or maybe a Little Bad? I wouldn't mind seeing her again. She's a charming little villain.

Finally, Jack's drinking coffee again, probably with a lot of sugar, in the bunker. This scene, with them facing each other, is a nice callback to the beginning of the episode. Dean tells Jack he did good, and Jack pushes for more hunts, because he was right. It's not about being right, Dean tells him, it's about what you do after you're wrong, after you've made a mistake. And about not beating yourself up, Jack points out. Dean tells him he's pretty smart, and Jack smiles and coughs and Dean promises to talk about getting him on more hunts when Sam gets back (BECAUSE SAM IS THE ONE TO ASK, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT) and Jack lies about being fine and then coughs some more and shows Dean his bloody palm and collapses on the floor with blood oozing from his mouth and nose and WELL. THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.

And the episode ends, without Sam and Dean sharing a single scene. Has that happened before? It's unsettling. I like the ep, though. I liked the relationship focus - Sam bonding with New Charlie, Dean bonding with Jack. I liked the humor. I liked that Sam wasn't ignored, even though the brothers had separate storylines. I liked the continuation of things that have been happening this season, the gentle reminder (but not constant siren) of Dean's guilty feelings and Sam's leadership and Jack's issues. And, of course, CHRISTO!

And there was one weird thing I noticed on first watch, but it didn't jump out at me on rewatch so I don't remember when it happened... Dean said "Son of a B." This is the second episode where they said something weird instead of bitch. What's going on there? Is Dean never going to say "son of a bitch" again? Because that's not good.

What did you guys think? And please help me stay unspoiled; thanks!

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