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marvelwitchergilmore · 11 months

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To Shitty Days and Shitty Families

Summary: Javier Peña x Fe!Reader - Your parents come to Columbia to visit you at work only they seem to be more interested in your personal life than they do your work.

Disclaimer: Shitty families, patriarchy I suppose. Swearing, angst, ideology that women are only fit for marriage- reader argues against this point. Reader stands up for herself, Javi talks with her folks when she leaves.

You had been dreading it all day since first listening to your answering machine that morning. And everyone could see it in you. Steve had taken one look at you as he stood outside the complex kissing goodbye to Connie and knew something was wrong.

“You look like someone just shot you.” Connie added. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I-I’ll see you at work.”

By the time you pulled up to work, you spent half of the day bouncing your leg under the desk as you tried your best to fill out the usual paperwork and the only time you said what was going on, out loud, was when you were stood on the steps of the Embassy with Peña as he smoked his cigarettes. Despite you having a habit of removing them from him, he still continued to smoke.

“Who are you looking for? You look like Steve when he goes duck hunting.”

“My parents are coming.”

“To the Embassy.”

“The Embassy, Columbia. Here. Wherever.”

“And you’re worried because…”

“Because they haven’t talked to me in almost three years and now are coming to Columbia.”

“That’s nice.”

“No. No it’s not.”

Peña nodded. “Okay.”

“If you see a cab pull up, shout for me, okay?”

“Sure.” Peña could see the worry in your eyes as you searched the parking lot once more before turning around and heading back inside.

Only, Peña wasn’t outside when they turned up. So, instead, they walked inside, found your desk and stood there, examining the mess and tutting.

“She could never keep anything tidy. Always messy. Always the family mess.”

“Can I help you?” Steve asked as he approached.

Somehow, from the time it took you walking from the evidence room after hearing the familiar click of heels to reaching your desk, your mother had already seemed to have painted herself a saint to Murphy and Peña.

“Where is she anyway? You know, she could never keep time in high school, either. Always marked late.”

Both Peña and Murphy highly doubted that since you were always early - to everything. Hell, you’d get into work an hour earlier than them. But, they decided not to question your mother who already seemed distracted in scanning your entire body with her eyes making you suddenly aware of your skin and one of the many reasons why you were glad you left the states.

Your mother awkwardly moved in to hug you, making the whole thing a clear spectacle for onlookers. “You’ve gotten thicker, dear.”

“Mom.”

“Oh, just a jest, dear. Just a jest.” your mother laughed. “I’ve just met your bosses.”

“They’re not my bosses, mom. They’re my partners.”

“Oh.” That seemed to be the first shock to your mom. “Well, they’re handsome all the same and since you all seem to be friends, I’ve invited them to dinner with us tonight. And you’ll be bringing your wife, no doubt Agent Murphy?”

Steve nodded, though the look from you made him question if he should have said yes.

“Wouldn’t miss meeting your parents for the world, Agent.” Steve smiled at you.

“I’ve left you a note on your desk on where to meet us. If you can find it amongst this mess. And 7 o’clock sharp, dear. I know what you’re like for time keeping. It was nice to meet you boys. See you all soon.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole and take you to Hell now.

Far too soon for your liking, 7 o’clock rolled around.

Murphy and Connie were already there with your parents, sat in the very back of the restaurant, glasses of wine just poured. Peña must have only just arrived as he was still standing and seemed a little out of breath as he made his way round, kissing your mother’s cheek, Connie’s and shaking your father’s hand whilst he shook Steve’s shoulder.

“Late again, I see.” your mother said as you finally reached the table.

“By two minutes, mom. I had to find parking.”

“Never mind, you’re here now, finally.” Your mom seemed to stress the word ‘finally’ before turning to Steve and Connie. “Shall we order? I know it takes my daughter a while to choose what she wants. She’s always been like that with her life.”

You tried your best to keep your breathing steady. “Mom.”

“What?” your mother laughed. “Oh, I’m just joking, honey. You know that.”

You looked to your napkin covered plate, trying to subtly take in deep breaths. “You okay?”

You looked to your left as leaned into Peña who, for the first time in a while, seemed…concerned. You faked a smile as best as you could. “I’m fine.”

“So, Peña.”

“Javi, please.”

“Javi.” your mother smiled. “You’re working with Steve to catch Escobar? Oh, that must be so dangerous. But, I’m sure someone like yourself is able to handle it.”

“He works with me, too, mom.” you pointed out only, she seemed to ignore that.

Javi looked at you for a quick moment before turning back to your mother. “It’s dangerous for anyone being an American in Columbia.”

From across the table, Connie shot you a look which, in total honesty, you didn’t fully know if you returned it. All you wanted to do was get over this meal and go home.

“I am famished.” Connie announced. “What are we all eating?” she scanned her eyes over the menu and you tried your best to thank her telepathically across the table.

“Well, I’m sure my daughter is still deciding.”

“Actually, I know what I want, mom.”

“Oh, well…that’s a change.”

By the time the waiter came around and took your order, your mother trying to order and loudly shouting Spanish in a very clear American accent, you were ready to leave.

You gave your order, your voice at a normal decibel, your Spanish rolling off the tongue, your mother looked to you slowly. “No need to show off, dear.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Darling, just because your mother doesn’t have the best Spanish, doesn’t mean you should make her look stupid.”

“What? I-”

Before you could even think about finishing your sentence, your mother turned to Connie. “Constance, dear.”

“Please, call me Connie.”

“Of course, honey.” your mother smiled. “Tell me, what is married life like? I remember when I married my dear, dear husband. Oh, I was so happy.”

Your mother continued to ramble about her wedding day - a story you had heard every day of your life before you left to join the DEA in Columbia. Meanwhile, you took a large gulp of your wine trying to convince yourself it was whiskey from Peña’s desk drawer and instead of being sat in a candle-lit restaurant, you were back at your desk, drowning in work files all the while the alcohol burned your throat.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you whispered under your breath and in return you felt Peña’s hand lay itself on your thigh.

“Just give me a signal and I’ll get us all out of here. I think Steve is about to throw himself out of the door.”

“I wouldn’t blame him.”

Peña smiled at you before turning back to the rest of the table where you found your mother still talking.

“Oh, and when my Rosie got married? Oh, that was the happiest day of my life!”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Oh, dear, you know what I mean.”

“It’s not kind to poke fun at your mother, darling.” your father added.

“But it was. It was the happiest day of my life seeing my darling daughter get married and have a good, strapping man on her arm.”

“There’s more to life than just getting married, mom.” This has been your argument your entire life. Your mother always wanted you to get married and the day you said you were leaving for Columbia instead of announcing your engagement to your now ex-boyfriend…that was a long day.

“Don’t argue with your mother, darling.”

You took another deep breath and another gulp of wine.

“Don’t drink too much, dear. We wouldn’t want you to embarrass the family anymore.”

It was still your first glass. And it, somehow, miraculously, remained half full.

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, look, here comes the food.” Connie announced as the waiter approached.

Thankfully, this deterred the conversation for fifteen minutes whilst the waiter handed the correct dishes to each person. Your mother thanked them rather loudly once more.

“Mom, they’re not deaf. You don’t have to yell.”

Your father called your name. “Don’t be rude to your mother.” he scolded.

“Oh, no, dear. Don’t worry. She’s just on one tonight.” your mother replied before sitting back down and looking at your plate in disgust. “Are you really going to eat all of that?”

It was a normal sized bowl with chicken soup and bread. Except, the way your mother spoke to you made it sound as if the bowl was a sharing size and was filled with nothing but crap.

“You know, I could have ordered for you.”

“I don’t want salad, mother.”

“Well, forgive me for trying to look out for the well-being of my child.”

“Why don’t you just focus on yourself and Rosie and I’ll be completely fine.”

It was now that your mother looked to Connie, Steve and Javi. “I am so sorry about her. She gets like this sometimes. I told her, if she married the man she had, she wouldn’t be this uptight and worried.”

“I didn’t want to marry Daniel, mom. You know that.”

“I understand you like to rebel against me and make me out as the bad guy, y/n. But, one day, you will realise I’m just doing what is best for you.”

“Best for me or best for you, mom?”

“Now, what exactly are you excusing me for, dear?”

“Darling, don’t pick a fight here. I understand you like to make a scene but-”

“Make a scene?”

“She was always dramatic as a kid,” your mother explained to the rest of the table.

“Mom, please don’t talk about me as if I’m not here.”

“See,” your mother tried to point out. “Even at Rosie’s wedding, she tried to stop it.”

“Because she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get married!” you raised your voice a little.

“But she did! And now she had two beautiful little children and a wonderful home and a caring husband. Don’t shout at me just because you wanted her life. Because you could have had it.”

“You think I want her life? Sat at home looking after two children whilst her husband flies from state to state and barely knows his own children?”

“Maybe we should-” Connie went to stand but your mother put her hand out to her.

“No, dear, please, sit down.” your mother smiled. “She’s just annoyed that her life isn’t how she thought it would be.”

“I didn’t want to marry him, mom.” you repeated. “Can you hear me?”

“Just eat your soup, dear.” your mother scolded. “There is no need to embarrass me any further.”

“Your mother is right, darling. Why don’t you eat your soup? If you're not happy with it, your mother will happily order you a salad.”

“I said I didn’t want a salad.”

“Remember dear, a moment on the lips, forever on the hips.” one of your mother’s favourite quotes. “And from here I can already see some of the fat building. You know you’ll never get a husband looking like that or doing what you do.”

“I don’t want a husband!” you yelled. “I didn’t want to marry Danny or stay in America. You! You wanted me married off so you could brag to your friends that your daughters got married before Carrie’s. You’d rather have me marry someone I never loved, someone who would rather sleep with every woman on legs in the whole fucking city, including the darling daughters of your friends, than have me join the police academy and come to Columbia.”

“Dear, lower your voice. People are staring!” your mother scolded through gritted teeth.

“I did something with my life, mom.” you pointed out. “Any parent would be proud if they’re kid was happy. But no, not you. You’d only be happy if I lived by your rules and followed your footsteps to a life of complete fucking boredom.”

“You should watch your mouth, young lady.” your mother warned. “No one wants a woman who has a mouth like you.”

All you could do was let out a laugh whilst holding back your anger as best as you could. “You know what, mom. I-I can’t do this. Just…just go home. Tell Rosie I’m alive or tell her nothing. I wouldn’t want to be an embarrassment to you anymore than I already have. Sorry, guys.”

You apologised quickly to your teammates before you threw your napkin onto the table and grabbed your jacket. You laid a couple bills on the table before walking away. The waiter must have watched the whole thing because, as you made your way to the exit, he gave you a bittersweet smile.

“I’ll wrap your food up and have Popsy send it over.”

“That’s alright,” you replied. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

With that, you left the restaurant and headed to your car before driving away. Meanwhile, back at the table, Steve, Connie and Javi all sat in shock. You never revealed much about your family but whatever they had just witnessed was the last thing they thought they’d ever expect. Even as it happened, none of them could comprehend it.

“On that note, we’re going to take off.” Steve announced standing up before asking the waiter if they could have the rest of their food packed to-go. However, Javi remained seated. Connie leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before Steve shook his hand and they both left with the brown bag in their hand.

“I’m-”

“You should be proud of her, you know.” Javi said before confirming your name so they knew 100% completely who he was talking about. “Before she came down here, we weren’t really getting anywhere. But within days of her arrival, she had most of that place in order. We caught plenty of people and stopped a £3 billion worth shipment of coke from getting into the states because of her.”

“She gets that from me.” your mother said, but Javi just…smiled.

“Maybe. But I highly doubt it.” your mother’s face dropped and your father was about to argue back, but Javi cut him short. “Who she is…that can’t be taught. That’s learned, from first hand experience. Sure, she’s not married, but she is respected. But a shit ton of people. Hell, if she tells the Ambassador not to do something, they listen to her. Because she’s good at her job. Just because she’s not you, does not give you the right to see her as nothing more than a problem to be solved or an embarrassment. She’s not lucky to have you two as parents, but you are lucky to have her. To be able to call her and talk to her and know her. Don’t take her for granted because sooner or later, you won’t even have the privilege of calling her your daughter.”

“Are you threatening us, son?”

“No.” Javi shook his head, standing. “I’m saying if I was her, I would have dropped you years ago. Instead, you get to call her your daughter. But I doubt even now that you have that opportunity. Like she said, there’s more to life than getting married. And she’s living proof of that. Don’t ignore her like I expect you have been doing her whole life, just because she’s not the living poster girl of your planned out life.”

With that, Javi laid his own share of the bill on the table before walking outside, lighting a cigarette and walking to his car. He doubted you would have gone home in case your mother came looking for you to yell at you some more. And he was right in his thinking because, as he did a tour of the Embassy parking lot, he found your car parked alone. He parked a couple spots down from you before squashing the smoke under his shoe and walking inside. From there, he found you sat at your desk no longer dressed in the dinner dress but rather a pair of black trousers and a black shirt. So, you’d been at the gun range. He could see the oiled cuticles of your fingers as you reached for your disposable coffee cup. The hair that had rested in soft curls was now thrown up into a messy ponytail that held itself up under the command of your bobble.

What he guessed was that through stress, some of the hairs had fallen from your head and haphazardly framed your face under the orange light of your desk lamp.

On your desk, he could see the soft trail of smoke from a cigarette. You weren’t a smoker. Hell, you’d pulled enough cigarettes, both lit and unlit, from his own lips before to stop him from smoking. So, when you didn’t do it that morning as he stood beside you on the steps of the Embassy, that should have been his first warning about how bad the day would go.

Though he couldn’t blame you. If he were you, he probably would have gone through 2 packs of cigarettes by now.

He watched you as you took a long drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke fill your lungs until they were over spilling. Even then, you took in some more air as you moved it away from your lips, letting it rest lazily between your two fingers as you rested the rest of your head against your hand.

Slowly, you let the smoke release itself from your lungs before you took another deep breath of fresh air this time, and opened your eyes.

“Don’t judge me.” you told Javi when you spotted him standing at the steps of the office. But, he just smiled and walked closer, going first to his desk, before bringing his bottle of whiskey and two glasses with him to your desk.

“Oh, no judgement here.” Javi told you before sitting down across from you and pouring a decent amount of liquor into each glass.

Handing you one, you thanked him. “To shitty days.”

“And shitty families.” you laughed before clinking the glass together and taking a rather large gulp and letting it burn your insides as it made its way down.

Javi sat back in silence for a few moments watching you. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know.” you answered honestly. “Part of me wants to scream, the other wants to cry and the rest…just is thankful it’s over.”

“Have they always been like that?”

“My whole life.” you said. “Rosie was their perfect little girl. Always listened. Did everything without question. Danced perfect ballet at her recitals. Would always sing beautifully and could quote Shakespeare off the cuff.”

Javi furrowed his brows. “I’ve heard you speak Shakespeare. English and Spanish. You put the local production to shame.”

You narrowed your eyes a little, “Not as well as Rosie.”.

Taking another drink, you mirrored Javi by leaning back in your own chair. “God, I remember being so jealous of her as a kid. She was always the teacher’s favourite. She could never put a foot wrong. I’d make one spelling mistake in my English essay in 5th grade and they called in my parents telling them I was distracted. That I was slipping from my education. My mother grounded me for a month and gave me a lecture every day about how Rosie was this perfect child and why couldn’t I be the same? You know, I never got into trouble at school. I got good grades, I listened to all of my teachers, I even won the local baking competition.”

“You bake?”

You smiled. “I bake. I entered it without my mom’s permission and got my teacher to sign off on it. But, God, you should have seen the look on all the parent’s faces. “She only won because they feel sorry for her.”, and then the kids started saying the same thing to me at school. The only time where I wasn’t compared to my sister was in the Academy. It was the first time I felt I belonged somewhere.”

You took another deep breath, “Jesus, you don’t want to hear about this.”

But Javi shook his head. “No. Continue.”

You looked in his eyes for a moment, seeing if he was being serious. And, once you realised he was, you slowly sat back again and continued.

“So, you joined the academy?” Javi asked, helping you pick up where you left off.

You nodded a small thanks and continued. “I joined the Academy and,” you laughed a little, “when my mom found out, she went ballistic. God, it was like I shot her puppy. Or Rosie, godforbid. So you can imagine, when I turned up one afternoon and told her I was moving to Columbia instead of going house hunting with Danny, - who I had broken up with, by the way, six months earlier - you can imagine how she took it. Said I was just jealous and running away because my sister was getting married. That I just wanted the spotlight for myself but the biggest thing was…I didn’t. I just wanted to disappear. I didn’t want people’s eyes on me or have a spotlight on my name. Any time it was, it was always because I was a disgrace to the family name. That I wasn’t Rosie. But…on her wedding day, I realised….I realised I wasn’t jealous of her. In fact, when she came and found me and asked me if she was doing the right thing…I felt sorry for her. But that didn’t last long because at the drop of a hat, when I said she didn’t have to marry him, that she could come with me or I could get her a plane ticket to wherever she wanted, she accused me of wanting to ruin her wedding and her life. That I was jealous of her because I couldn’t find someone to love me the way her husband does her. And, that mom was right. That I would never find anyone because what person in their right mind would want to love someone like me.”

There was other stuff that you didn’t mention to Javi, about what else your sister had said and what your mother clearly agreed with. But, after the meal tonight, he could take a pretty good guess.

“So, what did you do?”

You took a breath, forcing the tears back into your eyes. “I did what she asked for that day. I sat out of the wedding. Sat at the back. Stayed out of everyone’s way to avoid ruining her wedding. And halfway through the reception, I left. I didn’t even say goodbye. I thought about it, but I knew they wouldn’t have cared. They were in their own happy little world that didn’t need or even want me. So, I grabbed my bags, hailed a cab and got on the first flight into Columbia.”

“So, when you landed-”

“2 hours later, I was here starting work.” you confirmed.

“Did anyone know?”

“No.” you said, sitting back up and laying your glass on your desk. “Until a couple hours ago, no-one knew what my parents were like. I’m just…I’ll be glad when they’re back in the states. They didn’t even tell me they were coming and I woke up at 4 on the dot. I didn’t know why. I never usually do and then, an hour later, she left a message on my machine saying she was getting on her second flight and that she’s already arranged to have a cab pick her up from the airport since she knows that I’d probably still be in bed - the last time I was in bed past 8 o’clock I was on a flight to Miami.”

After a while of talking with Peña as he asked you questions about your childhood, he looked at the clock that read a quarter to midnight. “Come on, we better go home.”

“Javier Peña, in bed before 2 am? Is the world truly falling apart?”

Javi smiled at you, grabbing your jacket for you. “Come on, I’ll drive us home.”

“But you’ve had a drink-”

“I’m still under the limit.” Javi assured you. “Come on, let's go.”

By the time Javi pulled up outside of your apartment block, he locked his car behind him before you both went off in separate directions to your own apartments.

“Peña?”

He looked back from his door.

“Thank you, for today. It meant a lot, seriously.”

Javi smiled at you before unlocking his door and opening it up. “Anything for you, hermosa. Goodnight.”

“Night,” you smiled back before entering your own home and closing the door behind you.

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birinboom · 1 month

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Kirishima Comes Home To Reader Drunk Off His Ass

Kirishima Eijirou x GN Reader

Tags: Established relationships, alcohol consumption, pet names (Reader calls Kiri ‘honey’, Kiri calls Reader ‘babe’), fluff, spice 🌿 832 words

A/N: This drabble actually belongs to a Kiri x OC fic I’m working on. Not sure if I’ll ever manage to finish it enough to even post the first chapter so I rewrote this part to fit a GN Reader. If I left in any fem pronouns please let me know!

You were jerked out of your sleep when the front door slammed, then someone shushed it loudly.

Groaning at the rude awakening, you rolled over to check the time. Eijirou was finally home from his agency’s New Year’s celebration, and it sounded like he was drunk off his ass. Turning on the bedside lamp, you got up with a heavy sigh; when he got this drunk he usually needed help getting into bed. Thankfully you only had to deal with his drunk, stubborn ass once or twice a year.

You found him sitting on the floor by the entryway, trying - and failing - at pulling his shoes off.

“Hey,” you mumbled, rubbing your face.

Eijirou looked up at you with a bright, toothy smile. “Hiya!”

Crouching next to him, you pointed at his shoes. “Y’know it might work better if you untied them first.”

“Oh.”

“Do you need help?”

“Naw, I got this!”

He finally managed to get his shoes off and got to his feet, swaying. You eyed him suspiciously. “How much did you drink?”

“Jus’ a lil’ bit. About… thiiiis much!” he giggled, holding his thumb and index finger up about two millimeters apart.

You sighed again, looping an arm around his back. “You’re such a pain when you’re drunk.”

“Am not! At least I don’t get angerey, like Ba-*hic*-hakugou.”

“Mhm. Let’s get you to bed, honey.”

He shushed you. “We gotta be quiet, my partner’s prob’ly asleep.”

You couldn’t help but smile. This was the first time he had been drunk enough to not recognize you. “Is that so?”

“Yeah! They need their sleep, they work wa-hay too hard.” He let out another giggle. “They’re super-super-duper cute when they sleep. Have you ever met them?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, you should!”

When the two of you made it to the bedroom, Eijirou flopped down on the bed, then pointed at the oversized Red Riot shirt you were wearing. “Hey, that’s me!! I didn’t realize you were a fan!”

You had trouble hiding your smirk. “One might even say I’m your biggest fan.”

“Oh, cool! It’s nice to meet ya.”

“Yeah, likewise.” You reached for his belt buckle but he pushed your hands away.

“Whoa, what are you doing?!”

“C’mon, Ei, I wanna go back to sleep. You’re gonna get too warm if you keep your jeans on.”

You reached out again, but this time he grabbed onto your wrists, keeping them away from him. “I don’t want--”

“Ei, stop. That’s not what I’m trying to--”

“No! I’m sure you’re a very, v-very nice person, but I really love my partner!”

“Ei, I AM your partner.”

He blinked up at you for a moment, then his face split into a brilliant grin. “Oh hey, babe! When did you get here?”

You had to fight not to laugh at his change of mood. If you did, he’d never agree to go to sleep.

“I’ve been here all night,” you said.

“Really? D’you know who runs this place? ‘Cos the service here is terrible. One of the staaffff won’t stop hitting on me even though I keep saying no.”

You pulled your hands out of his grip and reached for his belt again. “How awful. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’d love to, babe, but I think I’m a teensy bit too drunk for that.”

You finally managed to pull his pants off. Straddling him, you set to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. He sat up and kissed you sloppily, one hand at the back of your head, the other kneading your behind. The rank taste of old alcohol filled your mouth.

“I thought you were too drunk for that,” you coughed when he finally let you breathe.

“Well… I can give it a try since you keep in-- insssh-- inshisishting.”

You pushed the dress shirt over his shoulders, leaving him in a white t-shirt. “I’d rather not. Just go to sleep already.”

“Only if you join me!” Wrapping strong arms around you, he let himself fall backwards with yet another giggle. He started pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your neck then abruptly stopped.

“Ei?”

You were met with a soft snore. Sighing once more, you shuffled around in his tight grip to turn off the lights and pull the covers over the two of you. He really was the worst, most endearing drunk.

When you got up the next morning, Eijirou was still fast asleep. As soon as you left the bed, he reached out for you. When he couldn’t find you, he instead grabbed your pillow, burrowing his face into it. You heard him mumbling something about a teapot battle.

Checking up on him an hour later, a bottle of water and painkillers in hand, you found him with your pillow thrown over his face. He shifted the pillow a smidge, glancing up at you with blurry, red-rimmed eyes.

“Could you tell the sun to shut up?” he wheezed, voice gravelly. “‘S too loud for me.”

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! If you like, you can check out my other works here. Love, Birin 💖

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kirishima #eijirou #eijiro #x reader #x you #gn reader #established relationships #tw: alcohol #fluff #spice #drabble #drabbles

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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The Way I Loved You [Part One]

Fandom: American Actor, American RPF, RPF,

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader, Austin Butler x Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Austin Butler, Reader, You, Original Characters

Word Count: 2079 // Rating: Mature

Summary: I never knew I could feel this much and thats the way I loved you

Notes: i did Austin DIRTY im so sorry this song just got me thinking about how dissimilar the pair of them are [x] this got extended by request

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

I had just put the last swipe of my lipstick on. It was the last thing I had to do to complete my look. It suited me, a soft coral pink that looked good against my summer tan. But as I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn’t help but feel lacklustre about tonight. I should’ve been feeling good, estatic even. Tonight was going to be a special night, I was sure of it, but I couldn’t make myself feel excited. Before I could dwell on it any longer I heard the doorbell ring and the shuffling of feet below before voices started floating up the stairs.

‘Y/N,’ I heard my mother call upstairs, ‘Austin’s here.’ ‘Coming,’ I called standing up from the stool I was sitting on. I slipped on my shoes and smoothed out my dress, quickly grabbing my lipstick off of the vanity and slipping it in my purse before I made my way downstairs. As I reached the landing I could hear the TV gently murmuring now forgotten by conversation. Austin and Daddy.

‘How’s the job treating you?’ I heard my father say. ‘Very well sir,’ Austin replied, ‘I can’t thank you enough.’ ‘Well we look out for family around these parts,’ my Mama said, I could hear her coming from the kitchen along with the familiar clink of ice against the pitcher of sweet tea.

As I got to the bottom step I could see him. He was sitting on my couch, a glass of sweet tea in hand. I made myself known catching all of their attention. Austin leapt up from his seat beaming at me making that familiar feeling of guilty creep back in. He was dressed well, his shirt and pants were freshly pressed and though he was without a tie I could tell he had put in a little more effort than usual.

‘Y/N,’ he said his voice cracking a little as he swallowed nervously, ‘you look beautiful.’ ‘She always does,’ Daddy said. ‘Thank you,’ I said smiling at the pair of them. ‘Well, y’all better git. These fancy places don’t hold tables forever,’ my Mama said standing up from where she was perched on the arm of my Daddy’s armchair. ‘Fancy?’ I said looking from Austin to my mother. They shared a quick glance, a knowing one. ‘Well, any place is fancy to me. Your Daddy is more of a Lou’s drive-in kind of man,’ Mama said. ‘Ain’t nothing wrong with that,’ Daddy said with a huff. ‘Now go on,’ Mama said, ‘off you go.’ Austin grabbed my hand and led me outside. The warm southern summer air hit me as we walked to the car. ‘Beautiful night,’ he said in that southern drawl I loved. ‘I was thinking just that,’ I said. As we reached the car he leaned forward, opening the door for me and holding my hand as I got settled inside before walking around to his side. As the car roared to life, so did the radio and the sounds of rhythm and blues echoed out into the quiet night sky. Austin busied himself finding a station whilst he started driving and I took a moment to look at him. Really look at him.

He was beautiful. There was no denying that. His blue eyes sparkled in the twilight even under his brow which was furrowed trying to get reception on his car radio. His lips were pinker than mine, his Cupid’s bow pronounced and his bottom lip full as if begging to be kissed. And his jaw, soft yet pronounced. As I watched him I wanted to run my fingers through his golden locks though he always looked as if his hair was perfectly mussed.

But as I looked at him my mind drifted back to a memory not too dissimilar to this right now.

We were driving up a long street full of nice houses. Each grander than the other until finally we reached a colonial mansion and that’s when the car turned into the long driveway. It had grand pillars and old shutters that had surely seen better days.

‘What are you doing?’ I tore my gaze away from the house to find Elvis, my boyfriend, looking at me with a smug grin. His blue eyes were lit with mirth.

‘I’m showing you my new house,’ Elvis said as we came to a halt. ‘What?’ I said looking at him in disbelief, ‘this is yours?’ ‘Signed the papers this morning,’ he said. ‘Elvis this is….’ I started. He watched me with a smirk before saying, ‘amazing?’ ‘I’m so happy for you,’ I said, leaning forward and kissing him. It didn’t take long for him to deepen it and without thinking my fingers ran through his soft hair. As I pulled back he chuckled, ‘I think you should be happy for me more often.’

He ran a hand across his hair smoothing it back into its perfectly orchestrated do. ‘I’m so proud of you,’ I sighed, looking between him and the house. ‘I’m proud of me too,’ he said, ‘Mama and Daddy never have to worry again.’ ‘I knew you could do it, baby,’ I said, kissing him once more on the cheek.

‘Earth to Y/N?’ I heard Austin say snapping me back to reality. ‘Sorry,’ I said, ‘I was in a world of my own.’ ‘I gathered that,’ he chuckled, ‘everything okay up there? I thought you seemed a little quiet.’ ‘It’s fine,’ I lied, ‘just thinking about you.’ ‘Yeah?’ He said with a smile. ‘You know my friends are jealous of me?’ I said. That wasn’t a lie. All my single friends never failed to tell me that I had locked down the most eligible bachelor in town. ‘Stop it,’ he said practically glowing with embarrassment. He never took compliments well. Entirely bashful and seemingly unaware of his allure. It was endearing so why didn’t I like it? Why did I want him to know just how hot under the collar he could make me? Why did I want any compliments to be repaid with a smug smile? ‘I’m the one they should be jealous of,’ he said. I smiled but dropped my gaze worried that my eyes would betray the emotions I was trying to convey.

We were slowing down now pulling into a lookout point. There were a few other cars around but no one was close as Austin pulled into a space. As I looked up out over the view I recognised this place. I had been here before. It wasn’t too far from Beale street and it looked out over the water which was illuminated by the sunset. Elvis had brought me here many times though we’d never been parked as long as this without being all over one another.

As I took in the view Austin was watching me as if I was the view we were supposed to be taking in. ‘I thought we were going to a restaurant?’ I asked. ‘We are, well, at least we can do after…I just figured a restaurant…all those people,’ he said nervously, ‘I didn’t think I’d be able to do it.’ ‘Do what?’ I asked. He turned toward me with a nervous smile on his face. ‘Y/N, I’ve never met anyone quite like you. I never thought I’d manage to land a girl as good as you but here we are. Since I met you my life changed for the better. And I don’t ever want to lose you… so, Y/N, will you marry me?’

My heart stopped. He watched me wide-eyed as my gaze flitted from him to the ring box he had just produced from his pocket and opened in front of me. The ring was perfect. A simple gold band with an emerald cut diamond flanked by two smaller diamonds.

‘Aust,’ I said, looking at him. His eyes were wide and hopeful awaiting my answer. I wanted to say yes. What was wrong with me? Here in front of me was the smartest, most gentle, handsome and caring man offering me the world and I couldn’t string out a yes. Why?

The world seemed to switch in slow motion and all my thoughts disappeared except for one

The last time I was here.

It was late in November and the air was chilly. Not that Elvis or I had noticed. We were kissing in the front seat of his Cadillac unable to keep our hands off one another when Elvis pulled back looking guilty.

‘What’s the matter baby?’ I asked as worry flashed across his face. ‘We can’t do this,’ he said, ‘I need to talk to you.’ ‘What about?’ I said nervousness filling my stomach like lead. ‘I gotta tell you something,’ he said rubbing the back of his neck, ‘about this tour.’ ‘What?’ I said with a lump in my throat. ‘Well, Colonel says I gotta seem…available…for the fans you know,’ he said sheepishly. ‘What do you mean?’ I said hoping whatever I was thinking wasn’t true. ‘I have to seem like I don’t have a girl,’ he said. ‘You’re breaking up with me?’ I said tears stinging my eyes. ‘It’s not like that doll-’ ‘Then what is it like!? Elvis please enlighten me,’ I snapped. ‘Baby-’ ‘Don’t baby me,’ I said. ‘It’s not like I have a choice the colonel says-’ ‘Oh the colonel says. The colonel says you have to so you gotta? You’re your own man Elvis. You can make your own decisions and stop hiding behind the colonel,’ I snapped. ‘I’m not hiding behind anyone. This is my career we’re talking about,’ he said. ‘There it is,’ I said tears had dropped down my cheeks now but I wasn’t fussed. I was angry. ‘Don’t be like that,’ he sighed. ‘Don’t be like what? Put out that the man I love wants his career more than he wants me?’ I said. ‘It’s not like that,’ he said, reaching his hand out and placing it on mine, ‘baby you know I love you.’ ‘Just not enough right?’ I said and with that I yanked it out of his grasp, grabbed my purse and climbed out of the car.

‘Y/N!’ he said, following me out of the car. The rain had started now, drizzly but enough that it practically soaked me to my bones straight away. He lingered in his door frame, watching as I walked through the muddy parking lot towards the entrance. Seeing I wasn’t going to come back he hopped back in the car and drove it towards me. ‘Get in the car,’ he said as the car idled alongside the pavement I was now walking on. ‘No,’ I said. Tears were flowing freely now and I daren’t look at him. Seeing him upset would break me but what would be worse was if he wasn’t crying too. ‘Y/N will you stop being stupid? It’s damn near 3 miles to your house from here you can’t walk all that way,’ he said gruffly. ‘What do you care?’ ‘I do care,’ he said, ‘you don’t think I’ve been agonising over this for the past week.’ ‘Oh he’s known he was going to drop me like a hot potato for a whole week, how charming,’ I sneered. That seemed to have done it. The car stopped and he jumped out and was in front of me blocking my path in a matter of moments. I stopped watching him as he loomed over me with anger splashed across his face. ‘You think I want this? You think I want to lose you? Y/N I love you for god sake! I don’t want to have to do this-’ ‘So don’t!’ I said the pleading in my voice evident. ‘Baby I can’t,’ he whispered, ‘I gotta do what’s best for everyone. I need my career. I need this…please just…get in the car?’

‘Baby?’ Austin said pulling me back in, ‘what do you say?’

I looked at him. His brow had furrowed a bit waiting for my answer. What was my answer? I didn’t know. He was amazing. Truly one of the best men on this earth. I was so lucky and yet I was yearning for something else. Passion, romance, excitement. Yes, it wasn’t always easy but with the struggles came the good too. I wanted it all. Love wasn’t supposed to be this easy, right?

‘Aust,’ I said and then I gave my answer.

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2 moons : the ambassador | s01e12

Thai Drama - 2022, 12 episodes 106/100 Drama Completed in 2022

EP:- 1 : 2 : 3 : 4 : 5 : 6 : 7 : 8 : 9: 10 : 11 : 12

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leejafythe · 10 months

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Took some lovely screenshots for Leeja's canon journey that I've been posting over on Twitter. Gotten to the end of 6.0 and I really like these

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #leeja fythe #thancred waters #riol forrest #established relationships #estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #urianger augurelt #g'raha tia #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #screenshots #my screenshots #saying goodbye

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Behind This Facade

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: You were supposedly one of the people that Eddie didn't like, a popular jock. Of course, things aren't how they seem. You make amends when you meet with him for your usual weed buy. But things don't go as smoothly as you would hope, and you realize something you should have long ago.

It was dark. The sun just starting to rise as you found yourself walking that same path again.

No matter how many times you said you wouldn't.

It was difficult to resist the pull.

Wet grass brushes your ankles with every step through Hawkins' football field.

The field itself was a place you felt at peace, oddly enough. You guess you can blame it on the rush of adrenaline from practice. And the thrill of a hard game won. Those feelings were better than the hollow emptiness that seemed to hover over you lately.

Taking in a deep breath, you trudge along into the forest next to the football field. Weak sunlight filters through the trees as you pick your way through the brush.

Being a jock you had to be careful with what you were doing. Especially since your team relies on you so much.

But as far as you knew, you couldn't OD on weed.

When the familiar picnic table came into view, you let out a sigh. He was waiting for you as always.

Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

He was leaning against the table, absentmindedly playing with a strand of hair. It was wrong how pretty he looked to you then.

Your heart stutters as you stare. His messy hair fell to frame his face perfectly while his rings caught the sun and sent patterns dancing across his face. With the backdrop of the misty forest and the sun just starting to cast its light on the world. He was like something out of a dream.

Damn.

Letting out a shaky breath you move to plop down on the bench across from him. His dark eyes lazily slid over you.

"There you are, Hot Stuff. Thought you'd forgot about me." He purred, already trying to get under your skin.

You could understand why he liked pissing people like Jason Carver off. He was a jerk who deserved it. But you didn't know what Eddie's deal with you was.

As far as you know, you've never done anything to him, or anyone for that matter. You could only guess he had a general dislike for all the supposedly "popular" jocks. Which you didn't consider yourself to be, at all.

"It's Y/n." You find yourself murmuring.

You realize you never really spoke to Eddie after buying weed from him the first time. Or any of the times after that for the matter unless it was to ask him to meet up for more weed. Maybe that's why he's treating you like he does Jason.

"Sorry," Eddie's brow raises as he meets your eyes. "For making you wait so long." You clear your throat looking away from his warm chocolate eyes.

It was hard for you to hold people's gaze for long, especially if you didn't know them that well.

But it was even harder when you thought they were pretty.

You also believed he didn't like you because you couldn't afford the time to speak with him when you two met here. Which made meeting his gaze more difficult.

"It's fine, I was just teasing." When he bluntly states that you dare a glance at him again. He's wearing a dazzling smile that sends your head spinning.

What the hell?

"Aw, did you think I was mad at you? That's cute." He throws his head back, laughing a full belly laugh.

When he acted like this, it was hard to understand what precisely was going through his mind.

Eddie leans forward against the table. Close enough, you can see the lighter flecks of gold in his warm eyes.

He hums lowly, "Since you were nice about it. I'll give you a discount. And it's been a while since someone like you made me laugh." The way he said that was a bit condescending, but you understood where he was coming from.

Of course, you couldn't focus on what he was saying since he was so close. You felt every soft breath of his as he cocked his head.

It was unfair. That this pretty guy was this close to you, but you couldn't kiss him because you barely even knew him.

Plus, he would probably not appreciate the sudden assault.

Eddie waved a hand in front of your face snapping you out of your thoughts.

"You alright?" The apparent concern on his face has you shaking your head and standing up quickly. You twist the old class ring on your finger as you quietly apologize. It was too hard for you to focus right now.

After offering a lame excuse of meeting up with him later, you turn and sprint out of the forest. Low-hanging tree branches slap your face as you rush back to the quiet of the football field. Coming to meet Eddie at this time of day was too dangerous and left you in a critical condition.

Stumbling out of the forest, you bend over to rest your hands on your knees as you wheeze for breath.

This feeling was dangerous.

Patting your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart, you dare a look over your shoulder.

Even now, the pull was still there.

This time you knew it wasn't from the thought of getting high. Or finding peace walking through the empty football field.

It was because of Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

His oddball behavior and how easily he teased you filled you with something that banished the hollow emptiness.

His smiles and laughter also brought on a high that was better than any drug you've ever tried.

You were starting to believe you kept buying from him just to have these little moments to yourself. Because you couldn't resist. Even when he put you in critical condition.

You realize it would be hard to live without him around.

Lips twitching up into a faint smile, you laugh lowly to yourself. This feeling wasn't so bad. And there was nothing wrong with following your heart. Maybe you could eventually convince Eddie himself that not all "popular" jocks were bad. Then you'd see how things went from there.

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more and more it feels like the most ~*controversial*~ take is just wanting... nice people/characters to be treated nicely

#nice #balanced #mutually loving #established relationships #i will be the lone stan if i have to tho its fine #<3 #just like #everyone collectively hating everything so vocally all the time like what if we tried liking something #have we tried having fun #anyway

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"Oh, Merlin," Draco said, voice tinged with that particular tone of vindictive glee that could only mean that Harry was about to get an ear full of gossip.

"What?" he asked as he poured coffee into Draco's mug.

"Thank you," Draco said as he tipped his head up, puckering his lips in search of a kiss.

Obviously, Harry obliged him, chest warming at the casual way Draco displayed affection. When he pulled away, he pecked Draco on the tip of the nose before going back to the stove top where he was cooking their eggs. "What were you going to say?" he prompted.

"Oh," Draco said, and even without looking, Harry could tell he was perking up, squaring his shoulders and grinning as he asked, "Did you read the paper this morning?"

"You know I don't read that garbage," Harry replied as he waved a hand at the toaster to put their toast down, whole wheat from him and rye for Draco.

"But you'll never guess the juicy details of this power couple's break up," he said.

"Power couple, huh?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

Draco hummed around a sip of coffee, "Mmhmm. They say they're on the rocks after one of them cheated with Neville Longbottom."

Harry laughed, "Ridiculous. Neville's not that type of bloke, he'd never be privy to something like that."

"Not so, according to this paper. They say that the slytherin snaked his way right into Neville's bed."

"Isn't Neville's bed also Blaise's bed?" he asked as he put their eggs on plates and brought them over.

"It is, but the paper doesn't seem to know it." He accepted his plate, "Thank you, love."

"Don't mention it," Harry replied as he plopped down across from him.

Draco grinned at him, his foot rubbing over Harry's calf. "Just wait until you hear the rest. Apparently Neville's been his side piece since their 8th year at Hogwarts."

"Who?" Harry asked, frowning and trying to get a glance at the newspaper.

"Why, me of course," he said with a grin. "Potter, don't you know that I'm an incorrigible flirt, that I'll bed anything that moves? I'm such a trollop."

Harry laughed, "Yes, they've really got you pegged," he said reaching across the table to take Draco's hand. "My sweet, loving husband who'd never so much as looked at another man's penis before we got married is out sleeping with anything that moves. My darling spouse who gave me his first kiss, definitely out whoring around now."

Draco grinned at him, "Well don't spoil all the fun of my sex-capades. If they want to believe I'm running around, may as well let them."

"You're mine," Harry murmured, bringing Draco's wrist to his lips to press a kiss to his tender skin. "All mine. And I don't care what the world thinks as long as you know it."

Cupping his cheek, Draco leaned across the table to brush a soft kiss over Harry's mouth. "All your's," he agreed. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

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Read more of my fics, if you'd like.

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Just Kiss Me | DkBk

Pairing: Midoryia Izuku/Bakugo Katsuki Fandom: My hero academia Word count: 3,844 teen+ | complete | 1/1 Read on Ao3!

Katsuki and Izuku finding their synchronicity after they get together takes some time.

After their second Official Date, Izuku walks Katsuki to his dorm and, like they had done most of the night, held hands the whole way. They hadn't told any of the other kids in their class yet, but they weren't exactly keeping quiet about it either. It didn't really matter what people thought or who knew, the only people they wanted to tell was their parents, something they'd be doing this upcoming weekend at a joint family dinner that they had planned.

Anyways, Izuku walks Katsuki to his door — something they had only argued about briefly — and while the shorter teen waited about three seconds for Katauki to unlock his door, he blurted out: "Can I kiss you?"

Katsuki drops his keys entirely. "What?"

"What?" Izuku asks, taking half a step back. "Do you not want to—"

The blond is quick to shut that self conscious track down really fast. "No, I have been dying to kiss you, but.. I don't want you to kiss me. I want to do it."

Izuku, feeling the oh-so-familiar flair of competitiveness that will most likely never go away no matter what their relationship evolves into (not that he would want it any other way), levels Katsuki with a low-brow stare. Ignoring the fact that he has to look up to make eye contact, Izuku crosses his arms over his chest and doesn't look away.

Seeming to remember his keys, Katsuki looks away first and bends down to pick them up. They don't mention the blush tainting the sides of his neck when he straightens up.

"I just thought, you know, that I would be the one to kiss you."

It isn't phrased like a question, it doesn't sound like a question, but Izuku knows that Katsuki is searching for an answer by the way his bright red eyes bound back and forth across Izuku's face.

"Why does it matter?" Izuku asks earnestly.

He gets a shrug in response.

After a second or two of neither of them saying anything, Katauki decides to finally unlock his door and he takes a tentative step inside.

Izuku, still not over the want to kiss his boyfriend, follows him so they're still standing next to each other. "Will you not let me kiss you then?"

Katsuki's eyes widen for just a second before his familiar scowl is back, "I said I wanted to do it."

Izuku makes an exasperated noise and his arms come up for a second only to slam back down to his sides. He isn't actually upset or irritated at all, he just finds Katsuki's antics a little amusing sometimes. He likes to act a bit huffy sometimes because it gets on Katsuki's nerves (obviously nothing he would use in a serious situation).

So he can't help but push a little, confident that he knows the other boy enough to know when to back off. "And you still haven't given me a reason why it matters."

"Because it just does—"

Izuku's grin widens a little at Katsuki's obvious struggle, something vicious flares up in his chest and he feels the euphoria of having this strange hold over Katsuki. It fuels the confidence he needs to push out his next line, "so do it."

It is Katsuki's turn to take a step back, further into his room, and Izuku follows him. The door closes behind the green-haired-boy and the air between them gets thicker. Izuku feels his pulse spike in the best kind of way. Something about being in such a charged environment alone with Kacchan has his body reacting like this.

"I— uh," Katsuki says smartly. He looks around wildly as if he cannot hold Izuku's gaze.

Which is crazy because where did Izuku's usually confident Kacchan go? One who looked danger in the eye and barely blinked, let alone stare down at his feet in submission.

It fanned an all-consuming flame inside of Izuku. He loved this feeling, could already feel himself growing addicted.

For tonight, though, he decides to back off. He raises his hands in the air in mock surrender and looks down at the ground himself, watching in his peripheral as Katsuki’s head snaps back up. Katsuki only stutters when he feels backed into a corner, so Izuku caves tonight.

He does give the blond an ultimatum.

"I will back off tonight, and I am sorry for springing it on you like this," he starts with, reaching out to take one of Katsuki's lethal hands in his. Kacchan's hands are so soft, Izuku thinks pleasantly, running his thumb along the line of knuckles on the back of his hand. "However," he draws it out, waiting until they are making eye contact once more to finish, "if you don't kiss me by the end of the third date, Kacchan, the fourth one will end with me sweeping you off of your feet."

Katsuki's sharp inhale is subtle, and if it were anyone else in the room besides Izuku it would have gone unnoticed.

"You're serious."

"Extremely," Izuku agrees. "I want that kiss, Kacchan."

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Their third date is scheduled to take place in two days. It is a Friday. They're going to dinner and then going roller skating at a rink they had found while on patrol for Endeavor's agency. Izuku had said he'd never been and Katsuki said if they did that he'd "wipe the floor with his nerd ass" so naturally, they planned the date.

Their dinner is just going to be an American-themed burger and fry joint about a block from the rink and then they were going to end the night by taking the train back to UA. It is the first night off they've had in a while and Izuku can't help but think it is time well spent.

And their date does go so well. The food is pleasant, although Izuku is very verbal about how Kacchan's cooking is better, and roller skating is fun!

Katsuki does try to tease his boyfriend a little bit at first when Izuku can't figure out how to balance or accelerate very well in the bulky boots-with-wheels. But then the blond comes up behind him and guides him, with warm hands on his hips, and he teaches him stride for stride.

Eventually he gets the hang of it and doesn't need Katsuki or the wall as a clutch.

"Look at you go, nerd, you're doing it!" he cheers, laughter clear in his booming voice.

Some of the rare other patrons glance their way, but Izuku just laughs and races over to Katsuki as smoothly as he can (which isn't very smooth at all).

When Izuku gets close enough, he reaches out and grasps a chunk of Katsuki's shirt sleeve, using it to pull himself even closer. They roll together on the smooth wooden floor, breathing the same air.

Izuku thinks about kissing Katsuki then, too. His eyes trace the plush pink flesh of his lips and he automatically licks his own because he wants to be ready in case Kacchan chooses this moment to steal their first kiss.

"Ahem, umm," Katsuki clears his throat, eyes following the movement of Izuku's tongue.

The air in between them is hot, the tension rolls down Izuku's spine in a pleasurable way. The anticipation of their first kiss is making the moment sweeter.

"You shouldn't lean so far forward when you're moving like that, or else you might fall flat on your face." And as he's talking, he is moving his hands down Izuku's arms to disconnect where the shorter of the two have them connected. He moves behind Izuku and gives him a light push — hands deliciously squeezing his hips again — towards the center of the rink.

It is a rejection, but that is okay. Izuku convinces himself that if they had had their first kiss while he was on unstable footing he would have fallen flat on his ass.

Katsuki still had time to kiss him, they still had plenty of the night left.

That is what Izuku kept telling himself through out the night; when Katsuki didn't kiss him as they walked out hand-in-hand from the rink; when he wasn't kissed while they stood waiting for the train; or when they got off the train and the station was nearly empty; and once more as they stood outside the large doors to their dorm building.

"Kacchan..." Izuku sighs, running out of excuses. He knows Katsuki wants to kiss him, he's seen the way those illuminating red eyes have traced the shape of his mouth over and over through out the night. He just doesn't understand why he won't.

"Let's go," Katsuki says, once again grabbing Izuku's hand — an act that had seemed so awkward and huge when they'd first done it, but now was so casual and heart-warming — and dragging him inside.

Izuku suspects that Katsuki had known what Izuku was thinking about and wanted nothing to do with that conversation. Izuku doesn't make any excuses for that, and it does a hurt a little. He doesn't let himself think about it for too long, though.

Especially when Katsuki doesn't let go of his hand when they enter the building and he drags the two of them immediately to the stairwell.

Izuku thinks he might hear someone inquire about who is at the door, but he doesn't even have time to register who the voice even is before he is yanked from the area.

"Kacchan, what—?"

"Come on, Izuku," Katsuki huffs, tugging him along faster. They take the stairs quickly, going higher and higher than either of their dorms. Izuku's never been this far up; truth be told, he didn't even know they went this high up.

"Where are we...?" Izuku pants once they've reached the top there is nothing but a door left in front of them.

"You'll see," he grins, annoyingly not as out of breath.

Izuku keeps his mouth shut and follows Katsuki through the door.

It is still summer time, so even though the sun is touching the horizon and most of the sky has begun to darken, the air is still warm enough that neither of them have the need for a jacket. Izuku runs on the warmer side anyway; he always has, but OFA seems to have accentuated it more.

Three seconds after walking through the door, Izuku stops thinking about the temperature of the air immediately. Because holy shit they're on the roof!

The sun is setting and the city skyline is gorgeous from up here, nearly stealing all of the breath from Izuku's lungs. It is no wonder it takes the boy a couple of moments to look around and notice the blanket and large bean-bag chair sitting a couple of feet from the edge.

"Kacchan, what is this?" Izuku says dreamily.

Said blond just grins, holding his hand a little more delicately now as he leads him over to the chair. He answers before plopping down into the chair himself, "the rest of our date, duh."

He makes a motion with both hands that Izuku has to convince himself aren't grabby hands, and gets a hold of Izuku and pulls him onto his lap. Katsuki's legs are, unfairly, much longer than his and so he fits on his lap easily.

They haven't really cuddled a ton, or like.. ever, so this is very special. So special in fact, that Izuku forgets all about their kiss and his ultimatum.

He just lets his boyfriend wrap his arms around his waist and feel the heat seep into his clothes from all angles. They eventually get comfortable enough to both lean back so that Izuku can feel Katsuki's fluttery breath on his neck and his back is pressed flush with his chest. Together they watch the sun finish setting and the sky change its array of colors.

"This okay?" Katsuki asks, voice close enough to run a shiver down Izuku's arms.

Thinking that it is a delayed question about their sitting arrangement, Izuku absent-mindedly consents. He is so comfortable here, wrapped in Kacchan's arms and watching the Earth's daily artistic display.

His mind completely stops when he feels not-dry lips press into the side of his face, bordering his cheek and jawline.

He freezes, holding the breath he sucks in on reflex. That was definitely the press of his boyfriend's mouth and—

"Izuku," is murmured in a tone he didn't even know Katsuki was capable of.

Instantly, Izuku turns his head to the side enough to make eye contact with him. He sees the same flame of desire, attraction, wanting in Katsuki's eyes that he's sure reflect back in his.

Izuku's always been told his eyes are a window into his head; showing all his emotions and thoughts seemingly before Izuku even fully experienced them. In comparison, Katsuki heard that his weren't as open growing up and he learned to hide behind his default scowl. However, Izuku has learned to read them as easily as people have always been able to crack his own. He sees what Katsuki feels and he knows how to read this boy as if he was written clear on a page of paper.

"Kacchan," he whispers so softly his voice barely makes a noise.

Katsuki is staring at his mouth again but not moving.

Izuku sees the push he needs, so he gives in.

"Kiss me, Kacchan," he whispers again, his voice more breathy than usual.

Katsuki doesn't say anything, but he doesn't move either. Izuku holds his breath for a couple of seconds, wanting to move those couple of centimeters closer but he promised the blond that he would give him tonight to make the move.

"Izu..." Katsuki starts with the first syllable of his name but his voice and his courage dies shortly after.

Izuku lets out the breath he was holding when they settle back into the chair, both looking out towards the sun again. The green-haired boy closes his eyes for the moment and takes in the wave of disappointment he feels at yet another almost kiss.

He has no idea what Katsuki's hang-up is about needing to be the one to initiate the kiss, but Izuku knows how much worse it would be if he were to bypass that by kissing him first.

But even he can only be so patient.

"Why can't you kiss me, Kacchan? Do you want to?" He tries to not let too much of his disappointment seep into his voice; he's not entirely too sure he is that upset when he doesn't really succeed.

The hands pressed into his abdomen tense into a fist and he feels more than hears the other's sigh.

"Of course I want to," he says, tone lowered with emotions that Izuku is scared to sift through.

"Then why don't you!" Izuku is still facing away, and he is sitting up so that the only points of contact between them are Katsuki's hands around his middle and his ass sitting on strong thighs.

"Because I can't, I thought I could but I just can't make that first move no matter how much I want to!"

Izuku doesn't say anything for a second and Katsuki takes it as his invitation to keep going.

"I know I can do it, I know it is just a simple kiss, but I have wanted it for so long so what if I'm not good at it! And so there is a part of me that just wants to let you do it, but I swear, Izuku, I want to kiss you. I want to so bad."

Izuku turns around and sees red eyes set ablaze. He twists his legs around so that they hang off the side of his boyfriend's lap and the hand that had been resting on his stomach is now touching his back and Izuku takes his right hand in his own.

He takes the time to adjust his position so he has time to clear his tone of any emotions except patience and so that it is easier to look at Katsuki's face.

"So why can't I kiss you? Why does it matter?"

Katsuki's head falls forward and thunks heavily against Izuku's shoulder. "I don't even know how to explain it... I just, know stuff about myself I guess. I know you will probably have to take the initiative more often than not... I mean hell, look at how we got together—"

He's referencing the fact that it has been Izuku to take that leap forward and ask the other out. They'd been a mess for too long and Izuku had been hiding from his own feelings for too much long; so as soon as he had them sorted out (and came to the conclusion that he is and has been very much in love with Katsuki Bakugo) he approached the blond.

Izuku wants to also ask why that matters, but he doesn't want to sound like a broken record or anything. So he just lets Katsuki keep going.

"—and I told myself halfway through our first date that I was going to be the one to kiss you because I wanted to do that for us..." he prompts his chin on Izuku's shoulders now, but his eyes stay closed. "And I think about finally doing it and I just get.. nervous? scared? I don't know, but whatever it is it fucking sucks."

Izuku bobs his head up in down in a nod, trying to decipher what the hell it is that Katsuki is talking about.

He thinks that Izuku is going to have to initiate a lot of what they do, so he wants to be the one to make the first move when it comes to their first kiss.

Does he think that Izuku would mind being the one to initiate things?

Not once has Izuku had second thoughts about being the one to ask Katsuki out, nor has he minded being the one to grab his hand or pull his chair out for him on their first dinner. He likes being a gentleman for Katsuki and he likes taking those first steps; especially if he knows that it would be this stressful for Katsuki if their roles were reversed.

So he simply says this. "Do you think that I actually mind making the first move? Because I think I kind of like doing that."

Katsuki's eyes flicker open and pour over Izuku's face, as if checking if he was telling the truth. Izuku has nothing but honesty shining back.

"Really? Or are you just saying that?"

"Kacchan," Izuku says, bringing his left hand up to cup the blond's jaw, not missing the instant reaction of fluttering eyelids and the way he leans into the touch. "First of all, I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. And second, I definitely like doing it.

"Just like when I asked you out or took your hand for the first time, I like how you act surprised at first and then you show this adorable little pleased look on your face whenever I do something you like. Of course I'd want to see that more often!"

Kacchan, just as Izuku had predicted he would, widens his eyes for a second at the compliments and then a blush darkens the bridge of his nose cutely. God, when did Izuku start getting to see such an endearing side of his boyfriend?

"You sure it isn't weird?" Katsuki gruffs after a moment or two, looking away.

Izuku doesn't love that so he moves his hand so it is cupping more of his chin and forces him to be looking at his face and not behind him. "Do I look like someone who thinks that is weird?"

"Oh fuck," Katsuki breathes. And then after a moment, "okay."

"Okay?" Izuku cocks his head to the side and doesn't understand for a second.

"Okay," Katsuki echoes. "You can kiss me... please?"

For reasons Izuku thinks he knows but doesn't want to put forth the effort to think about it at this moment because it is definitely not the time, he feels shivers race down his spine at the way Katsuki's voice absolutely cracked at the pleading. And he just knows he will be hearing more of that shakey tone asking him to for things; it may not be for a while, but the thoughts he's been edging on since their last date are becoming more likely. Izuku likes having power over Katsuki and maybe, just maybe, Katsuki might be into giving that power to him.

That is for later them to figure out, though. For now? He isn't going to look this gift horse in the face and instead will be taking his small victories.

The hand already touching Katsuki's face goes back to cupping his jaw and his thumb traces the line of his sharp cheekbone. His touch is gentle and Izuku does not miss the way his lips part as his face relaxes further.

"Of course, baby," Izuku murmurs, leaning in to press their mouths together.

Not only is this their first kiss, but it is Izuku's first time kissing anyone. Pressing his lips against the warmth of Katsuki's and feeling his breath fanning over his face when they pull apart a second later is all dream-like; its been one kiss and he already knows he is addicted.

Also the pet name that had effortless fell from his mouth? That was a first for them too and he doesn't immediately get his head blasted off so he thinks it was a success.

Another win for Izuku is the way Katsuki tries to chase after his mouth when he pulls away, Izuku having to actually hold him back with the hand on his jaw.

"How much do you want to do right now?" Izuku asks, needing to know if just simple kisses were the agenda tonight.

"Wait do you want to do more?"

The almost fearful look in the blond's eyes has Izuku chuckling. "No, I didn't mean that, we're still a long way off from that... I just meant kissing-wise. Just one for tonight?"

"Oh, uh.." Katsuki looks down at their still-entwined fingers resting on Izuku's lap and he squeezes them reassuringly. "We can kiss some more, but maybe not too much?"

Izuku smiles and leans forward to give a sweet kiss to the tip of Katsuki's nose, startingly the blond into looking back up at the greenette's face. "Thank you for telling me that."

Katsuki doesn't respond, but his eyes do drift back down to Izuku's lips. So the shorter boy doesn't keep him waiting any longer and goes in for another sweet kiss. And another. And another. And another.

By the end of the night, their lips are sticky with slightly combined spit and hearts full of affection for each other. And yes, Izuku definitely walks Katsuki back to his dorm room at the end of the night and leaves with one last kick peck on his lips.

//the end! for now 👀 I want to explore more of this dkbk dynamic that I've got going on, so feel free to drop some ideasss

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #dkbk #dekubaku #first kiss #established relationships #established dekubaku #useless.fanfictions #my writing #useless.fanfics #awkward bakugou #flustered bakugo #bakudeku #dkbk fanfic #mha fanfic

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snarkivistfic · 1 year

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The Birthday Surprise

New fluffy fic for Meng Yao and Jin Zixuan's birthday as well as Family Day!

#Xiyao #Jin siblings solidarity #established relationships #happy ending #set in Toronto #fluff #JGY's birthday #JZX's birthday #my fic #Snarkivist writes

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mosylufanfic · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Andor (TV), Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor & Bix Caleen, Brasso the Ferrixian/Bix Caleen Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Brasso the Ferrixian (Star Wars), Bix Caleen, B2EMO | Bee (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Post-Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Established Relationship Summary:

A year after the fall of the Empire, Cassian and Jyn arrive on Takodana for a mission -- and a visit.

from @queenmakings

#Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #rebelcaptain #Brasso #Bix Caleen #brixo #fanfiction #recs #synchroncities #established relationships #I really like Bix's vibe with both Cassian and Jyn individually in this #star wars #search your feelings you know it to be queue

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jon-withnoh · 1 year

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You ask about Beatrice, you can have a Beatrice wip snippet. As a treat. Happy Saturday!

“I ought to be going.” Beatrice got up abruptly, her knees knocking against Rebecca’s as she stood.

“If you say so.” Rebecca rose with her, taking her arm. They were almost at the door when Rebecca stopped them, turning Beatrice to face her. “You know you can come to me, don’t you? Whenever you want to forget?”

Beatrice hesitated. She raised her hand to Rebecca’s face. Her fingers were cold on Rebecca’s cheek, her touch almost unbearably light as she brushed her thumb against the corner of Rebecca’s mouth. “I know.”

“Are you sure you want to leave?” Rebecca took a step closer, watching the sadness in Beatrice’s face turn into something else.

“I don’t.”

“Good.”

It was no effort at all to guide Beatrice until her back hit the wall, no effort whatsoever to push up against her, pinning her wrists above her head. There was no possibility of being seen from outside the room, the stretch of wall between the deep-set windows was wide enough to hide them completely. Rebecca did not loosen her grip on Beatrice’s wrists as she lifted her chin and kissed her.

#Work in progress #rebecca das musical #Rebecca/Beatrice #established relationships #my fic #everybody’s kind of sad in this one #and it still doesn’t have a title

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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The Way I Loved You [Part Two]

Fandom: American Actor, American RPF, RPF,

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader, Austin Butler x Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Austin Butler, Reader, You, Original Characters

Word Count: 4348 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Yeah, I wonder when you're drinkin', If you find yourself thinkin' About that boy from East Tennessee

Tags/ Warnings: Flashbacks, Kissing, Flirting, Proposals, Past Relationships, Established Relationships, Songfic, Taylor Swift Song, The Way I Loved You, Proposals, Marriage Proposals, Set in Memphis, My Writing, Elvis Presley Fic, Elvis Fic, Elvis x Reader, Elvis Presley x Reader, Austin Butler Fic, Austin Butler x Reader, Set in the 50s, Mixed Timeline, Austin goes back in time, Romance, Arguing, Angst, Fluff, Part One is Based on The Way I Loved You - Taylor Swift[x], Part Two is based on 7 Summers - Morgan Wallen [x] time lines a lil off, would’ve ideally been like 10 years but hey Ho

Notes: okay so this was a suggestion by @luckyevansstan and as soon as i was asked it stuck in my head and i just had to write it

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

‘Baby you’re shaking,’ I said as I adjusted Austin’s bowtie. He looked very handsome, he always looked sharp but there was something about him in a tux that made me hot under the collar.

‘I know,’ he said with a shaky smile, ‘these things never get any easier.’

‘You’re going to nail it. You always do,’ I said resting my hands on his lapels.

‘You think so?’ he said looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

‘I know so,’ I said stepping up onto my tip toes so I could kiss him. He leaned down and captured my lips with his for a soft chaste kiss.

It didn’t last long though as there was a noise as the door to the room we were in opened. A short stocky man stuck his head through the gap his eyes trained on us. He stepped through smartening his own suit as he did so.

‘Mr Senator sir,’ the man said clearing his voice a little, ‘everyone’s seated and we’re ready for you.’

‘Thanks, Martin,’ Austin said with a smile. The man nodded and slipped back through the door.

‘I guess I better take my seat,’ I said.

‘I wish you could stand up there with me,’ he chuckled.

‘I would but they no one would be paying attention to you now would they,’ I smiled patting him on the arm.

‘That’s my point,’ he said. Before I could say anything else there was another beckoning knock on the door. I threw him a small smile before I exited through the door and out into the corridor. It was empty now whereas before it had been milling with hundreds of people. Members of government, film stars, local tv celebrities and of course anyone in Memphis with a little money. Banquets always did draw in those who liked to reinforce their feeling of importance. I didn’t mind them. Sometimes it was nice to have a night away from the kids, just the two of us, like the old days. But as Austin progressed up the government ladder the more we had to attend and it broke my heart to see how nervous he got right before each one. He was a good man, with a good heart and his role in government was really helping people but he wasn’t a performer.

I slipped in a side door of the grand hall, hoping that I drew no attention as I tried to find my seat. It was down by the front of the stage, a large round table with faces I recognised from past functions. I slipped into my seat, popping my bag on Austin’s empty chair beside me. As I smoothed out my dress I heard the music start to fade out as our compere, Lenny Johnson the Channel 2 newsreader, took to the stage.

‘Good evening ladies and gentlemen,’ Lenny said, ‘and thank you for coming to the City of Memphis’ 3rd Annual Charity Ball which as we all know is an effort to raise money for various registered charities in our beloved city. For those of you who haven’t been before the organisers have just asked me to run over a couple of things and for those of you who have, now is the time to have a drink or two to make sure those chequebooks are nice and loose for when the time comes.’

There was a smattering of laughter and a couple of claps as Lenny continued, ‘our meal will start within the next half hour and there will be drinks and dancing later on this evening. All the way through there will be a silent auction, laid out in the adjoining room where we encourage our guests to bid on whatever they choose. Remember it’s all for a good cause so dig deep in those pockets ya hear? Simply write your name and your bid on the sheet of paper and in a couple of hours we will be announcing who gets to take home each prize, all of which have been donated by local businesses and even some kind patrons here tonight. But first of all, I would like to introduce one of our esteemed guests, who without his help tonight wouldn’t have been possible, Senator Butler.’

There was a round of applause Austin came out from the side of the stage appearing at Lenny’s side in a couple of steps thanks to his long strides. They thanked one another before Lenny took a seat at the side of the stage and Austin took to the lectern. Though he was always a bag of nerves he had gotten a lot better with age. I smiled as he looked out into the crowd, his eyes locking with mine for a split second before his focus was back on the crowd and his view obscured by the hot stage lights.

‘Thank you, Lenny,’ he said clearing his throat a little, ‘and thank you everybody for coming. As some of you may know I’m not much of a speechmaker but before the evening gets into full swing I have been asked to tell you all just how much your attendance here tonight is appreciated.

As we all know this city, our country even has been going through a lot recently. Things haven’t seemed so hopeful but as I look out at all your faces tonight I am reminded that there is good in the world. When we first thought of putting together a night like this we, my team and I, were worried that it would never work. I had countless sleepless nights worrying that no one would bid on anything or no one would even show up. But tonight, as we head into our third year of hosting this event I am reminded that the people of this city are nothing if not kind. And why some may see it as a bunch of rich folks getting dressed up and having a good time I have been fortunate to see how this one night benefits so many people. Last year we helped over a dozen different charities. We raised $500 thousand dollars and with your help tonight I feel we can do the same if not better,’ he said smiling as there was a cheer from several voices around the room, ‘from that response I guess you’re all ready to go and I should be wrapping this up huh?’

There was a chuckle throughout the room as Austin continued, ‘As Lenny said tonight wouldn’t be possible without me but that’s not quite true. As with many things in my office I am just the persona out front. The true work is done by those in the back and I am truly lucky to have such an incredible team. I would also like to thank my home team too, my incredible wife Y/N, who not only looks stunning tonight but has also not complained once about hearing the words ‘City of Memphis’ 3rd Annual Charity Ball’ over a billion times this month.’

Another chuckle rang through the room and I could feel myself blushing as dozens of eyes fell on our table, scoping me out.

‘So that being said how about we wrap up this boring bit and get stuck into some dinner and dancing?’ Austin said earning a hearty round of applause and cheers as he exited the stage, leaving Lenny to take over. He came to our table slotting in perfectly as he acquired whispered congratulations from our fellow table members.

‘How did I do?’ he whispered looking at me as his arm swooped down on the back of my chair.

‘You were amazing,’ I said with a smile, ‘I’m so proud of you honey.’

‘Guess you didn’t notice me white-knuckling the lectern,’ he chuckled.

‘I was too fixed on thinking about how handsome you looked,’ I smirked running a hand down his thigh.

‘Yeah?’ he said, a crack in his voice a little making me giggle.

‘It’s usually all I’m thinking about,’ I said in a sultry voice making him shift a little in his seat. Before he could say anything else the hall bustled to life as waiters started serving our meal.

After that, the party was in full swing. I put a bid or two down for a couple of things that caught my eye. Soon enough the party transitioned from drinks to dancing and even though he wasn’t a performer Austin didn’t seem to have a care in the world as he asked me to dance as soon as our song, unchained melody, came on.

We had just finished dancing and were coming off the dance floor, out of the way of other couples who favoured to dance to the upbeat tune that had replaced the last, when a large man approached us. He was tall too with thinning white hair and a pencil moustache that didn’t do him any favours.

‘Ah, senator Butler,’ he said with a smile as he clapped Austin on the shoulder, ‘I was hoping we could get a moment together tonight.’

‘Mr Johnson, good evening, Y/N this is Arnie Johnson CEO of First Horizon Bank,’ Austin said his hand gripping my waist a little tighter.

‘Pleasure to meet you,’ I said offering my hand out to the man who took it reluctantly.

‘So Butler, have you thought any more on my proposal?’ he said.

‘Well, Sir, I don’t know if now is the time to be talking about-’

‘Nonsense!’ he said gruffly as he slotted his arm in between the two of us prising us apart, ‘there’s a few of us in the smoking room come on we can talk shop in there.’

He pulled him away and I watched as Austin turned his head to look at me with an apologetic expression. I smiled and shrugged wishing I could save him but the wives at these functions were very much background characters. I sighed and headed to the bar ordering a vodka tonic to quell my boredom a little. As I walked back to the dancefloor my eyes roved over people I could adhere to until Austin came back but I found no one I wanted to speak to. So, instead I wove through the tables to the back of the hall and out into the garden patio that overlooked the stunning gardens of this mansion. The air was crisp but not too cool and the only noise was the sound of crickets chirping in the night air.

I took a sip of my drink and then placed it on the stone balcony along with my bag as I looked out at the view. I was only there for a minute or so when I heard the noise of the party get louder as someone stepped through the door, I turned hoping to see Austin but instead found someone all too familiar.

Elvis.

His face was older now but still familiar. The boyish charm was gone replaced by a ruggedness that still had the same take-your-breath away quality. He was dressed well though instead of a tux he had opted for a black shirt underneath his suit with an open collar that showed a hint of his chest. He never did like to go with the crowd.

‘Hi Y/N,’ he said. His voice was deeper than I remembered, gruffer, though it still hit my ear just right. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. All my words were swirling around in my throat unable to get any further. He smirked a little and moved towards me coming to stand beside me looking out into the garden as I just had.

‘Beautiful night,’ he said looking at me with a smile. I could feel my heartbeat quicken beating hard against my chest so much so I thought it was loud enough that it could drown out the crickets.

‘What are you doing here?’ I blurted out. He looked at me, smirking at my abruptness.

‘I was invited,’ he said simply.

‘I wouldn’t have thought this was your kind of thing,’ I said turning to take a sip of my drink just so I had something to busy myself with.

‘I like to give back to the community,’ he said, ‘besides…I could ask you the same thing.’

‘What do you mean?’ I said looking at him with confusion.

‘Didn’t you always say you wanted to get out of Memphis? Get somewhere further south where it was always summer?’ he said.

‘I used to want a lot of things,’ I said simply.

‘But not now?’ he asked, he turned to rest against the stone wall, folding his arms across his chest as he watched me. He was putting me on edge and he knew it. Better yet, he was enjoying it.

‘I’ve got everything I need,’ I said.

‘Yeah?’ he said, his eyes flitting to the ring on my left hand, idly stirring my straw around my glass, ‘I saw. A senator's wife huh?’

‘His name’s Austin,’ I said through gritted teeth. I don’t know why but all of a sudden I felt a call to action. As if I had to explain myself to him. As if I had to explain Austin.

‘I bet your daddy’s real proud,’ he chuckled, ‘his little girl a senator’s wife. Big house, 2.5 kids the whole shebang?’

‘Says the man who lives in a literal mansion,’ I scoffed, ‘and it’s two kids by the way.’

He nodded as if he was mulling over that statement but his silence gripped hold of me as if it was forcing the words out of my body, ‘why do you care anyway? It’s not as if your life ended up terrible.’

‘I’m just curious,’ he said leaning up towards me. He was mere inches from my face now and his same old aftershave washed over me making me watch to close the gap. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t seen him in years and one conversation had got me all out of whack.

‘Do you ever think about it?’ he said in almost a whisper.

‘About what?’

‘Us. Do you ever think about those times?’

‘What good would that do? That’s in the past,’ I said. My bravado had gone now.

‘You never think about it?’ he said.

‘Do you?’

‘Sometimes,’ he said, ‘mostly when I’m home. Lotsa places in Memphis remind me of you…that little diner we used to go to…sitting out on the river in my car…’

‘Elvis…’ I said in a voice that didn’t seem to know what it was trying to convey. Then again, I didn’t know what I wanted. If he didn’t stop I didn’t know what I would do but each word he spoke ignited memories in my brain which cascaded like fireworks and they felt good.

‘I can’t even drive that Cadillac anymore without thinking about that time-’

‘Stop it,’ I said with force.

‘Why?’ he said reaching up to stroke my cheek. His touch felt so hot against me that I was sure as he removed his hand there would be a red imprint from his fingertips.

‘Because it doesn’t do anyone any favours,’ I said, ‘it was years ago.’

‘Six, no, seven summers back if I remember,’ he said.

‘Yeah and just as many winters since you dumped me,’ I snapped.

‘Y/N,’ he sighed.

‘Or does that bit conveniently escape your memory?’ I said.

‘You know I never wanted that,’ he said.

‘Yeah I know,’ I said, ‘but you had no choice. The Colonel said…no girls so your fans don’t get upset. Well, not until you decide there’s one worth saying no to the Colonel for. How is Priscilla by the way? I hear y’all are getting hitched.’

‘That’s different,’ he said.

‘Yeah, you loved her more,’ I said, ‘right?’

‘It’s not like that,’ he said.

‘Then what is it like?’ I said, ‘because that’s sure as hell how it looked to me.’

He stood up off of the wall and placed his hands on his hips.

‘It’s not about who I loved more. The love we had was…different. I was different. Naïve even. Then my mama died and I realised that it was better to hold onto those you do love,’ he said, his words making my heart break for him a little.

‘I heard about your mama,’ I said, ‘I’m sorry. I knew how much you meant to one another.’

‘Thanks,’ he said. Silence lingered between us for a moment, the crickets and the buzz from the party indoors the only thing to be heard. He leaned back against the wall and I followed suit both of us looking at the patio beneath our feet. That was until my mouth took over again, my words tumbling out before I could stop them, ‘so when do you get married?’

‘Six weeks,’ he said, turning to look at me. His gaze was fixed on my face and I caught his eyes for a moment before I looked away nervously.

I only looked back when I heard him say in a low voice, ‘why do you think I’ve been wondering about things?’

‘Elvis,’ I said with a sigh leaning up off the wall but he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

‘I’m getting married in six weeks,’ he said, ‘my futures set out and all of a sudden you come back into my life. We haven’t seen each other in years and before I make one of the biggest changes of my life you’re back? I mean doesn’t that seem like a sign?’

‘Elvis, you’ve lived 5 miles away from me since we split. If you wanted me I wasn’t that hard to find,’ I said.

‘Maybe…’ he said, ‘but if it doesn’t mean anything how come I haven’t been able to shake you out of my mind since I first saw you tonight? You could have left when I first came out here but you didn’t. Doesn’t that tell you something?’

I didn’t say anything. I was scared of what might come out of my mouth if I did. Elvis took my silence as encouragement and he gently pulled me towards him, his arm going around my waist whilst his other hand cupped my face. My heart hammered against my rib cage whilst everything below my waist felt as if it had been set alight.

‘Elvis,’ I mumbled. He shook his head as if to shush me as he leaned down and gently placed a kiss on my lips. His lips were warm and without thinking my own started to respond, encouraging him. It was simple, sweet but incredible. But as he kissed me my mind flashed back to earlier and I saw Austin’s handsome face behind my eyes. I pulled back and found confusion in his blue eyes.

‘I can’t,’ I said, ‘Austin…I’m married, Elvis.’

‘And I’m about to be,’ he said, ‘that doesn’t mean that that didn’t feel right.’

‘I can’t,’ I said, pulling out of his grasp.

‘But you want to?’ he said.

‘I can’t,’ I said.

‘That’s not what I asked. You say you can’t but I felt it in that kiss. This… us…you want it just as much as I do,’ he said, grabbing my hand as I tried to walk away.

‘Elvis don’t,’ I warned.

‘Are you honestly telling me that that kiss didn’t make you feel something? Tell me, has he made you feel like that?’ He said. I didn’t reply, ‘are you really going to pretend that you’re okay with living without that…that..fire?’

‘Austin is a good man,’ I said.

‘I’m sure he is,’ Elvis said, ‘but is that what you want?’

‘What do you want Elvis? What do you want? Is it Priscilla? Is it me? Is it me because you saw me with him?’ I wanted to shout but I couldn’t as it would surely draw attention and I didn’t need that kind of hassle. What did he want from me? For one kiss to erase the past seven years of my life? For me to throw my life away just because he had cold feet?

‘I saw it on your face tonight. This isn’t you. This life, the parties, the speeches, it’s not you. I know you,’ he started coming toward me but I held a hand up to silence him.

‘You haven’t known me for years,’ I said shaking my head, ‘you lost the right to know me when you decided that I wasn’t worth sticking around for. And you know what, I’m glad. Because if you hadn’t broken up with me I would have never met Austin. He’s a good man Elvis. He works hard. He keeps a roof over our heads and food on our table-’

‘And that’s enough for you?’ he said, ‘you can honestly say hand on heart that you don’t miss what we had?’

‘Look, I know it’s not all glam and rock and roll. I know to ‘The King’ my life might seem empty and boring but I don’t care. Because all that passion, that romance, that…fire. I remember that…but I also remember all the nights I waited up for you to call and you didn’t. I remember arguing with you until I was in tears. And I don’t need that. Loving you comes at a price and I don’t want to pay it,’ I said.

We stood there looking at one another. His jaw was rigid now at first I thought out of anger but from the look in his eyes, I could tell it was to stop himself from crying. Saying nothing more I grabbed my drink and purse off the balcony and walked across the patio to the glass door I had come through as I got to it though I took one last look at him. He wasn’t looking at me, his gaze cast out in the distance though he turned when he heard the door. He looked at me as I hesitated and said, ‘you should be grateful that Priscilla is willing to.’

And with that, I slipped back inside the door and through the curtain that partitioned it from the room. Standing on the opposite side of the door were a couple of guys, I recognised them from Elvis’ posse which explained why we had been undisturbed out there. I wove through the tables with ease heading out onto the corridor with the intent of finding the bathroom.

I was lost in my own thoughts. Had I really just done that? Had I rejected the Elvis Presley? I didn’t know what to think. Years ago I would have given anything for him to say what he had tonight. But seeing Austin’s face in my mind was enough to make me realise I was wrong. Austin was amazing. I loved him with my whole heart. And I had meant what I said. Elvis was passion and fire but he was also heartbreak and pain.

I didn’t need that.

Sure, the way Elvis used to pick on his guitar used to make me weak at the knees but I liked the fluttery feeling I got when Austin told me he’d run me a bath ‘just because’ or when he’d willingly get up with the kids on a Sunday at the crack of dawn just so I could have a little more time in bed. Elvis used to buy me pretty things and take me out to all the nicest places but not once had I ever worried that Austin wouldn’t provide for me and the boys. I liked that I didn't have to spend my evenings waiting for the phone to ring or calling every man and his dog to see where my husband was because he’d be the first on the phone asking me to save him some dinner amidst a thousand apologies for coming home late. I liked that every morning before he left for work he would kiss me and call me beautiful even when I was sure I looked hideous.

My thoughts continued to rattle around in my head whilst I used the bathroom, wiping any trace of a kiss from my lips and dabbing an errant tear away as I looked in the mirror. After a few minutes, I managed to compose myself and headed out back into the corridor where I walked straight into someone, not paying attention to where I was going.

‘Woah there,’ a familiar voice said. I looked up to find Austin smirking at me, ‘where’s the fire doll?’

I looked at his sparkling blue eyes which were watching me with glee. Before I could stop myself I threw my body forward grabbing his shirt and pulling him into me. I kissed him deeply and though he seemed taken aback for a moment he soon started kissing me back.

‘What was that for?’ he said pulling back his voice a little breathier than usual.

‘Just because,’ I said.

‘Not the vodka soda then?’ he chuckled giving me a quick peck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He grabbed my drink and necked the rest of it putting it down on a nearby table.

‘Nope,’ I said leaning my head against his chest. He allowed me to and I was happy to be in that familiar embrace even in a corridor with no doubt peering eyes.

‘What’s gotten into you?’ he chuckled, the rumble of his chest echoing in my ear.

‘I just realised how lucky I am to have you that’s all,’ I said leaning back and looking at him.

‘You got stuck in some god awful conversation like me huh?’

‘I mean it Aust,’ I said seriously. His merriment faded a little his brow furrowing as my tone changed to serious, ‘I know I don’t say it much but I really do feel lucky to have you.’

‘I feel the same,’ he said as a hand went up to my face, stroking it with the pad of his thumb gently.

‘I love you, Austin Butler.’

‘I love you too Y/N Butler,’ he smiled.

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