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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 4 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 68

Part 1 Part 67

Will feels a shiver run up his spine as they all bend over Dustin’s containment unit. He’d known something had gone wrong right when Dustin had lugged the thing into first period. After the teasing they’d received over their costumes from what felt like the entirety of the student body on Halloween, Will had known none of them would ever be Ghostbusters again. Then, the thing had shaken, disrupting Mr. Clark’s class entirely, and Will had known it would all go downhill from there.

“His name is d’Artagnan,” Dustin says, smiling as he finally opens the ghost receptacle. Will almost wishes it was a ghost in there, instead of the small, legless crawly thing that darts from its prison. “Cute, right?”

Everyone jumps back at the sudden movement – only Mike and Dustin stand firm. “d’Artangan?” Mike asks, looking curiously down at it.

Will shouldn’t be surprised. Mike was always the kid collecting bugs at recess in elementary school, picking up slugs and snails, and any number of squirmy things to study, often dragging Will along with him. He used to put them in Will’s hands without asking, excited to share his newest discovery. But, after the third or fourth time Will threw it on instinct, whatever poor creature he’d been holding going splat on the cement, Mike learned to hold them an arms-length away.

The feel of the slime and dirt always stuck with him for the rest of the day, no matter how often he’d washed his hands or how chafed his palms would get from wiping them on the rough denim of his pants.

“Dart, for short,” Dustin says. He’s grinning down at the squirming thing like a proud Mother showing off their new baby.

Max leans forward after a few seconds, made brave by Dart’s seeming docility. Lucas inches forward along with her, grimacing down at the table with disgust. “And he was in your trash?” Max asks, that same skeptical tone in her voice that she’d used when Lucas had fed her the bogus lost in the woods story.

Dustin nods, smiling happily over at her. He’d never been the best at picking up tones of voice. “Foraging for food,” he proudly replies. “You want to hold him?”

“No!”

“He doesn’t bite.”

Max takes a step back. “I don’t want to—”

But it’s too late. Dustin’s already plopped the thing into Max’s hands. She groans, “ugh it’s all slimy,” she says, quickly passing it off to Lucas.

Lucas’s mouth is all puckered up in disgust, “ugh, he feels like a booger!”

He tries to pass it off to Will but Mike smoothly steps in front of him, letting Dart settle into his hands with a wet-sounding plop. He raises his hands, looking the thing in the face. Will peers at it behind Mike’s protective back, intestines squirming when he realizes that it has no eyes.

“What is he?” Mike asks, fascinated.

Dustin bounces on his toes, frenetic with excitement. “My question exactly!”

Even after Mike places the thing back on the table, Will has trouble taking his eyes off it. He feels caught in its stare, barely able to focus as Dustin drones on about unidentified species and new scientific finds. The juxtaposition between Dustin’s glee and the rock sinking to the bottom of Will’s stomach makes him queasy.

“Don’t you think it’s weird to find a new species right when it starts happening again?” Will asks, cutting Dustin off mid-word.

The room goes quiet, until Max scoffs loudly enough that Will jumps. “What’s happening again?”

“Nothing!” Lucas shouts. There’s a sweat breaking out on his brow.

Dustin, paying them no mind, crosses his arms and glares at Will from across the table. “Dart isn’t from there.”

“From where?” Max demands.

This time, even Lucas doesn’t pay her any mind. They’re all too busy splitting into sides. Mike moves to his side, glaring at Dustin. Lucas, after looking between the opposing sides, slinks to the Will’s side of the table, a guilty look on his face.

“Are you guys serious?” Dustin demands, hands on his hips as he glares, eyes moving from face to face to face.

Will looks down at his shoes, can’t look Dustin in the eyes when he looks like that – anger all mixed up with hurt in his expression. “It doesn’t have eyes.”

Lucas steps forward. For a second, Will thinks he’s being abandoned for Dustin’s side. He almost hopes for it, an even divide of the party instead of this three against one that makes his guts churn. But Lucas just steps up to the table, looking down at it with squinted eyes.

He grabs the lamp, turning it so the bulb is pointing down at the thing. Any docility leaves Dart right when the light hits. For a fraction of a second, he sits in the spotlight before hissing, squirming wildly, whole body writhing.

“Do you guys see that?” Lucas exclaims, stumbling back from the thing. “”It looks like something is moving inside it!”

Dustin darts forward, plucking Dart from the table with a grotesque squelch. “He doesn’t like the light!” He cradles it to his chest, swaddling it into his baggy shirt like it’s a fussy baby.

Of course, it doesn’t. The Upside-Down was always cold, so cold it’d seep into your bones. It took days of being back for the feeling to fade. Will takes another step back. No one seems to notice.

“Will one of you stalkers tell me what the hell is going on?”

Dustin purses his lips, looking over at her. “We should tell her,” he declares, nodding like his decree should be enough. “We don’t keep secrets in the party.”

Mike groans, sharp and angry. “She’s not part of the party!” he yells, pointing rudely at Max.

“Mike!” Lucas says it like he does when he’s scolding Erica for taking his toys.

“What? She’s not!”

Lucas grimaces, even as he smiles that same smile he always uses when he finds himself in the middle of a confrontation. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it,” he mutters out of the corner of his mouth, as if that’ll stop Max from overhearing it.

She scoffs, an exaggerated look of offense on her face. Or maybe she’s just that peeved. Will doesn’t know her much at all.

“I don’t want to be in your stupid party anyway!” she says, stalking over the door and wrenching it open.

The fluorescent lights from the hallway paint across the floor, bathing the dark room an artificial white. It reaches Dustin on the other side of the table, just barely; a square of light stretching across his chest before descending back into shadow. A square of light exactly where Dart is still nestled to his chest.

Dart screeches so loud that it clicks strangely in his throat. Will takes another step back, stumbling into Max where she’s still hovering in the doorway. Because for a second, it sounded just like a Demogorgon was in the room with them.

Dart wriggles out of Dustin’s arms, legs bursting out of its squishy body just in time to catch itself on the floor. It bolts for the doorway Max and Will are still blocking. Will reels back, sending both sprawling onto the hard linoleum with a bang. His head is cushioned by Max’s stomach, but his elbow connects hard enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut.

“Grab him!” Dustin shouts.

Something wet scuttles over Will’s bare hand. He gasps, pulling it back and crawling over Max’s prone form.

“Get off me!” she yells, shoving him back.

“Did you get him?” Dustin stands in the doorway, Mike and Lucas shoving him from behind until they can squeeze past.

Will looks around wildly but Dart’s already gone. He wipes his palm on his hand, grimacing at the slimy feeling still coating his palm.

Max stands up with a huff, holding her hand out to Will. She doesn’t seem to care that his palm is sticky, or that his fingers are shaking, just yanks him up from his sprawl on the floor, glaring past him at the three still silhouetted in the doorway.

“I’m out of here,” she says, turning around with a ferocious scowl and stalking away.

Will watches her go, her hair trailing behind her like a beacon. Lucas sighs wistfully from behind him.

“Dude,” Mike says, voice all nasally. Will turns, already knowing he’ll see Mike’s eyes all squinted judgmentally just by his tone. “Her? Really?”

Lucas scoffs. “Uh, we’ve got bigger problems right now, don’t you think?” but the way he’s covering his face with both hands cuts his high horse down where it stands.

Dustin’s still standing, staring down the hallway like that’ll bring Dart back. As if anyone else wants that thing to come back at all.

He can still feel it slithering on his hand. He wipes it on his pants again, suddenly desperately wanting Steve and Eddie to be here. He turns on his heel, following in Max’s wake.

“Where are you going?” Mike demands, footsteps following him.

“I’m going to go get Steve and Eddie.”

“No!” Dustin calls, jogging to catch up with them. “They’ll kill him!”

Will stops, narrowing his eyes at Dustin. “They should already be here. We don’t keep secrets in the party. That’s what you said.” He jabs Dustin in the chest with his still-slimy finger, just once, to emphasize his point before turning and running away.

“Don’t let them hurt him!” Dustin calls frantically, voice fading out as Will sprints down the hall, footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Will doesn’t respond, just runs as quick as he can, hoping desperately the high school is already out. Everything’s gone upside down, and he’s not dealing with this thing alone. He’ll drag them both down with him, knows without asking that they’ll both descend gladly.

Part 69

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nuttersincorporated · 4 months

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Mickey Mouse does not need your protection

Since Mickey Mouse became public domain, I’ve seen some really wild takes and misinformation going around. Yes, Mickey Mouse is public domain. No, you do not need to protect him. It’s fine if people other than Disney make Mickey Mouse stuff, even if you don’t like the things that are made.

You are not protecting Mickey Mouse. Mickey Mouse is not real. Even if he was, you STILL wouldn’t be protecting him. You’re just sticking up for a megacorporation. Disney has more money and resources than you will ever have and they horde them. You shouldn’t be trying to help them do it.

Disney is a company that loves using public domain properties to make things. They have just tried their absolute hardest to make sure that nobody else could do the same thing. If you think Mickey Mouse should only be used by Disney, you should be upset that Disney made money off public domain stories like Snow White and Rapunzel.

What about things like Winnie the Pooh? Disney didn’t come up with him but they were happy to make money off him. They bought the rights to him and then didn’t share.

‘Ah!’ I hear you say. ‘But Winnie the Pooh actually helps prove our point! When Disney – that poor poor super rich company that should be protected – lost the exclusive rights, a Winnie the Pooh horror movie was made! That’s not in the spirit of the original character!’

Firstly, you can just ignore that movie if you want. I did. Nobody is making you watch it. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Secondly, there are nice Winnie the Pooh stories out there that aren’t by Disney or the original author. The Pooh books by Jane Riordan are lovely. Her stories are much more in the spirit of the original character than a lot of the Disney comics were.

This is an official Disney comic with Winnie the Pooh

This is a picture from one of Jane Riordan’s Winnie the Pooh books

One of them is sweet, kind and in the spirit of the original character. The other is Disney owned and approved.

What would the original author A.A. Milne think of the different adaptions and new works? Well, we don’t know because, at the end of the month, he’ll have been dead for 68 years. However, I can quote one of the original Pooh books about sharing,

And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.

Thirdly, Disney does not respect authorial intent.

PL Travers, the author of the Mary Poppins books, did not want Disney to make a movie based on her work. She got coerced into letting them make one. She hated the movie and refused to let them make any more.

What happened after she’d died, the ban on them making more Mary Poppies movies ran out and they got their hands on the rights? They made a sequel.

I think you should be more upset that Disney went against the direct wishes of an author than the fact regular people can now use a character that megacorporation uses. PL Travers was a person. Disney is a company. There is a difference.

I love the original Mary Poppins movie. I don’t care about or like the sequel. However, PL Travers died in 1996. People should be able to use the character now, no matter how you or I feel about those newer stories. Again, you can just ignore them if you want.

The original stories are still there.

Royalties are different to public domain. The profits from PL Travers original books go to her descendants and the Cherry Tree Foundation. They will continue to go there for 80 years after her death and then the royalties will be shared out among any decedents who are alive at that time. The money from those books will continue to go there, no matter what new stories with Mary Poppins get made.

You all seem okay with Disney making money off public domain stories and buying the rights to other stories. Why can't you extend that right to other people?

No one has stolen Mickey from Disney. Disney can and will continue to make money off him. All that’s change is that other people can now do that too.

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elliebarker · 1 year

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you are absolutely insane. + ( e. williams )

category: lifeguard!ellie x competitive swimmer!female!reader oneshot

summary: since your school’s swim season has been let out you convince yourself to get off your couch and go to your local rec-center to get some practice in. ellie has just moved into an off-campus apartment and needs to get a night job in order to keep up with her rent.

warnings: suggestive, implied smut, use of the word “baby”, mentions of alcohol usage, overall cringy

word count: 2.7k

author's note: as 68..1% of you requested,

“just…just give me a couple more weeks man.” ellie pinched the space in between her brows, very obviously annoyed.

“i’m not doing this again ellie,” a robotic voice came from the speaker of her phone, “i can’t keep covering for you. get a fucking job.”

“but– i’m in class all day! when the hell am i supposed to work?” ellie barked into her phone, dreading the noise complaints she’d get from her neighbors. maybe the size of her apartment was a glow-up from her dorm, but the people living around her sure weren’t.

“i- i don’t fucking know. drop a class or something? work at night?”

that conversation is how she landed here. clocking in at 6 at a rec center not too far from campus to sit and watch senior citizens go back and forth in a pool and hope they don’t drown so she doesn’t actually have to do her job. decked out in red and white ellie propped herself up onto the towering “LIFEGUARD” chair and watched each of the seconds pass on the big red digital clock displayed on the wall. little did she know today was the day she’d meet you.

you walked, well, rather you were being pulled into the pool by your friend olivia. you guys had been on your school’s swim team together and after mopping around your dorm for almost 2 weeks after your final meet she decided you, and a couple other girls from the team, would meet up at the pool a couple days after school and just, “have fun,” as she had called it. and you decided to go along with it, you could use the excuse to get out of the house once in a while without getting absolutely hammered. you served the area of the pool: a couple lanes taken up, a brunette lifeguard scooping out the newcomers (you and your friends), a bunch of lockers scattering the west wall, holy shit that lifeguard was hot.

you immediately turned your head back to take in the entirety of the brunette lifeguard, freckled and blush-dusted face with a set of emerald eyes. you noticed a crooked name tag that read “ellie'' before hearing your name being called by our team mates.

“coming!” you called to your friends and jogged over to grab your stuff before heading to lane 6 (the one closest to ellie) next to ashley and began your workout.

ellie was flabbergasted, astonished, she touched god. never in all her years of living had she been so…drawn…to a girl. okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but by the moon and the earth you were gorgeous. the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the way your smile shines in the echo-y pool’s fluorescent lights, the way your eyes lingered on her for the right amount of time. she was shamelessly gawking at you. i mean– she had too. it was her job!!! nevermind the lame-o senior citizens in lane 2 that were statistically more likely to drown…she just had to look at the way your arms cut through the water.

the hours lingered on, and to your surprise you had no idea what a couple weeks off would do to you. you were practically panting after each 100. and, obviously, olivia and ashley had finished before you.

“go home,” you said, “i’ve just got a cool down left.” your friends agreed and you turned around to face the flags again. a loud clash, the doors closing, made itself noted behind you before you began the last part of your set.

then, finally, after many flip turns and a few glances at the rec’s lifeguard you were done. you pulled your cap off and slipped out of the pool, gathering all your stuff and heading back. after you finished drying yourself off you looked back at the pool, all the lane lines stripped, holy fuck that was fast to see ellie rolling a cart of flippers back into the storage closet.

“haven’t seen you around here before,” she smiled. ellie was walking toward you as you finished stuffing your (still soaking) kick-board in your bag.

“my school season is out so i’m just practicing here, when my schedule allows me, before short course starts up again.” you explain, tucking your hair behind your ear. and then realizing how fucking dorky and cheesy it was and how you totally embarrassed yourself in front of your very hot lifeguard.

“cool, cool, cool, cool” you hear her answer, and you could swear you felt her eyes scanning you. you finished zipping up your bag, its ziiip echoing throughout the large and empty pool, having been deserted by all your teammates. wait. all your teammates? like- even your-ride-home-olivia was gone.

“shit.” you muttered.

“huh? oh, sorry!” ellie stuttered out, realizing how stupid and awkward and probably unprofessional her talking to you was. UGH! I’M SO STUPID she mentally slapped herself convincing herself that it was just her delusion that had pictured up any image of you actually acknowledging her existence.

“no–no, it's not,” you began, “i lost my ride– i– my ride left, i’m…stranded.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” you nervously chuckled

“i mean, this sounds weird, but,” she said, “i could drive you?”

“getting into a stranger's car late at night…” you questioned, like you were pondering it, “why not?”

“okay don’t put it like that,” she giggled.

“nah, man. that would actually be a lifesaver! and i’ve seen you around campus, you don’t give me any reason to suspect you’d axe murder me so…”

“alright,” she smirked, grabbing her keys from the knob of the storage closet door and heading out the door, with you not far behind.

you don’t know how it happened but what was going to a quick drop off at your place from your rec-center’s lifeguard turned into a dance party and the two of you screaming lyrics and hollering out of her window, having the time of your lives. earlier that night, when you first got in the car, ellie figured to blur any awkward silence she’d hand you the aux. turns out, you both had crazy similar music tastes and after that you guys clicked instantly. you were having so much fun and that's why when the bright familiar lights of home appeared in the rear-view mirror you kind of wished you lived somewhere else, farther away.

“thanks, again,” you looked at ellie.

“anytime,” she said, smiling at you. with regret that you didn’t say anything else you closed the car door and walked over to your front door and spent that whole night thinking over her.

unbeknownst to you, ellie would be thinking about you too, not only thinking about you but talking about you to the one person who would always lend an ear to all her girl problems: dina.

“she’s just so” “so what ellie? i need details.”

“pretty? beautiful? gorgeous? perfect?”

“did you at least get her number?”

“oh.”

“oh what ellie? oh my god you dumba–” her NUMBER! ellie thought of course! duh! i’m. so. stupid!!!

that was her next mission. get your number, your instagram, your anything, hold onto anything to be able to get to know you better. luckily for her, it wasn’t that hard, your visit to the rec-center had not been a one-time thing, in fact you and your teammates had begun a routine. and ellie drank up every glance she got at you. she had gone over and over different scenarios in which she’d ask for your number, “if you ever need a ride again,” “thought you could use this,” and after surveying that they were all equally cringy and accepting the fact she’d never have the same confidence as she did the day she met you she realized, she didn’t have to get your number, she could just give you hers. so, it was a nice surprise to see a little yellow slip, a post-it note, atop your bag adorned with her number and a little “ellie :)” as soon as you were home, showered, and ready for bed you opened your phone, sending a quick, “hey!” and introducing yourself before plugging in your phone and dozing off. ellie would deny it to anyone she knew but she totally responded immediately after you texted her and were, to say the least, disappointed when you didn’t text back after 10 minutes, half an hour, 2 hours. ellie decided to not let her stupid crush affect her and let sleep consume her. needless to say, when she woke up to see a “new message” notification she nearly leapt out of bed.

after the whole olivia-leaving-you-alone situation ellie had offered to drive you home from practice and who wouldn’t take her up on that offer? not to mention that driving home with her was fucking awesome. you got to play anything you wanted on aux and she would always get food with you. it was like meeting your soulmate, you guys had almost everything in common you could talk about whatever you wanted. she was the yin to your yang. whatever foods or things disgusted you, she loved, and she would be happy to take them off your hands. there was no awkward stage, you guys were practically meant for each other.

it had been barely a month yet every time you walked into your rec-center you were greeted with the yelling of your name and ellie sloppily climbing off her lifeguard chair to come up and hug you. you had met dina and jesse, ellie’s best friends, and ellie had met yours. it seems that nearly every waking moment of your day was spent in her company, not that you were complaining. you were sitting on ellie’s bed while she was scrolling on her phone on the floor, back propped up against her bed’s frame.

“hey,” she began, “dina’s inviting me to a party, wanna go?” she asked, turning her head to look at you.

“sure, why not?”

“sick,” she smiled and turned back to her phone, texting back dina, you assumed. a couple hours passed and you were in the bathroom, adjusting your outfit and making sure everything looked good. ellie stepped into the door frame, keys giggling on her fingers.

“ready to go?” she asked, smirking at you. you nodded and followed her out the front door.

noise was blaring and people clambered all around some kid’s dorm. to say the party was full of life was an understatement. you and ellie made your way over to the party’s make-shift bar and poured yourself a cup of your designated drinks. you didn’t have to do much looking to find dina, who was dancing in the middle of the living room. she immediately spotted you guys, deserting the group of girls she was hanging out with, and ran over to you.

“hey guys!” she greeted. lets just say whatever-the-fuck you were drinking worked, fast, because next thing you knew you were dancing, laughing, and joking about things you never would sober. so was ellie. so much so, you don’t know how much time had passed, but you were having the time of your life on the dance floor with some random feel-good song in the background. and ellie pressed up against your back. and you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

you turned around and wrapped your arms around her neck and continued to dance (grind) into her lap. and somewhere though your drunken haze her arms were on your arms, hips, totally feeling you up. and then her lips were alternating between yours and your neck. you both stumbled from the middle of the dance floor, lips still connected, to some wall off to the side. from then on, ellie got more adventurous, for lack of a better word. hands moving every ten seconds. they were cupping your face, then your tits, hips, ass, and then your face again. you couldn’t say you weren’t, either, hands went from delicately perched on her shoulders to the back of her head to desperately grasping for handfuls of her hair. the two of you barely came up for air until–

“let’s move this,” she practically panted, “somewhere else,” pulling you in the nearest unoccupied room. and as suddenly as her hands and lips had left you, they were back on you again. she began wondering again, this time however, her hand pulled at your waistband, waiting for you to nod or acknowledge what she was trying to do. it was you who parted your guys’ lips this time.

“you.” you began, making sure to catch your breath, “are absolutely,” you continued, “insane,” you finally huffed out, before smashing your lips back together and pulling your own hands at your waistband.

(fade to black bc i can’t write smuttttttt)

ellie woke up, groaning, with an awful headache. then, when she finally regained consciousness, she surveyed the room she was in. definitely not hers. her clothes, party clothes, were scattered on the floor and the only thing that remained was her black sports bra. she didn’t even realize there was another living human being next to her until she felt the cool breeze of your peaceful sleepy breath. you were lying next to her, presumably naked under the covers. your hair was messy and knotted and taking up all of the pillow and your makeup had worn off. and you were utterly gorgeous. ellie couldn’t help but smile. bask in the moment. the little time she had left to admire before she realized you were literally sitting next to her, unconscious and topless.

“fuck.” that's all she said. that's all she could say. she was so ready to run, let her flight kick in. and she would’ve, had you not wrapped your arms around her and pulled her back down. you, unconsciously (totally), rested your head in between her shoulder and neck and sighed. yeah ellie thought i could get used to this.

shoes squeaked and whistles blew. eveything was hectic. you were just trying to get into meet-mentality when a familiar, comforting, voice came from behind you.

“hey baby,” ellie, your girlfriend of 2 months, came up and hugged you. “came to wish you good luck,” she smiled as you turned to face her, catching a glimpse of dina and jesse waving from the corner of your eye.

“aww,” you leaned up to kiss her, “that's so sweet! thank you ellie. and i love you, but, i have to go warm up i’ll be right back.” you said.

“yeah, yeah, babe, don’t let me hold you back.” ellie chuckled and went back to find her seat next to jesse and dina. a couple hours had passed and your first event was coming up shortly. you stretched and made your way over to the blocks. and as soon as the microphone sounded, you were off, you were trying your absolute hardest. and it definitely paid off. when you looked up at the scoreboard next to your lane you checked your time. and you shaved 8 whole seconds. you could barely contain your excitement. once you were out of the water you ran to hug ellie, not caring if you got her wet. (in more ways than one iykwim lol) (im sorry) (that was uncalled for)

“i’m so sorry baby,” ellie said.

“huh?”

“your 200? you added like, a minute.”

“what?” you were so utterly confused, “oh my god! no,” you laughed in realization, “ellie, that was my 100. it's long course season. i didn’t add anything, i literally went 8 seconds faster!”

“ohh!” ellie said, nodding, pretending she understood anything you just said but congratulated you anyway.

and for being a lifeguard, your girlfriend was a shit swimmer.

“how the fuck did you even get this job.”

“shut up.” ellie was only halfway in, red “LIFEGUARD” swimsuit and trunks on, and she was already turning a ghostly white. “i can… function… in the water perfectly fine.” she said, trying not to chatter her teeth. you reached for her hand to pull her into you.

“your hands are literally purple.”

“well maybe your just super-human and can’t feel how f-fucking cold it is.” that night after you guys drove home ellie was cuddled up by the fireplace, a little cold already forming. you had just exited your after-practice hot shower and were nice and cozy, there was just one thing– person– you were missing. you laid down facing ellie and snuggled up to her. it was the mundane nights like this that were the ones worth living for.

#lifeguard ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie fic #ellie x fem reader #tlou fanfiction #ellie fluff #ellie oneshot #elliebarker #you are absolutely insane

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charincharge · 2 months

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I Don't Want To Wait, sixty-eight

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

AN: I said I was back, and I meant it! Anyway, if you haven't read the last update, this is the second update this week. That's right. New Chapters 67 and 68. NSFW-ish warning.

Aelin was exactly seven minutes early to her interview. She’d spent the last week emptying her closet and putting together the perfect outfit – a sweater dress, tights, and boots that were just the right level of put together – and mapping out exactly how long it would take to get to Xavier’s house, so she could feel the most prepared walking in. She would not be late to the most important meeting of her life. No way.

She slid out of the jeep and waved goodbye to Rowan, who promised to be waiting at the closest coffee shop until she was ready to be picked up. She assumed it’d be around thirty minutes, but she honestly had no idea how long this interview would take. It wasn’t like she had any experience. Looking around, Aelin took a deep breath and took her first step down the long driveway and toward her future. She gained confidence with each step, feeling her stride lengthen and solidify as her chunky boot heel crunched the gravel beneath it.

They were definitely in the wealthier part of Orynth, closer to where Lysandra’s family lived. Sprawling lawns and expertly manicured greenery dotted her winding path. It felt so different than her own tiny street with closely stacked duplexes and shared family homes that she felt a small tug of insecurity before reminding herself that she was prepared for this. Both her dad and Rowan would attest to that. She’d put them through their paces, going over the “best answers” to potential questions that ranged from her favorite book (The Secret Garden — to lead into her thoughts on why lack of autonomy within the disabled communities is a problem) to what she planned to study (an interest in biology and pre-med with flexibility to also take liberal arts classes) all the way to challenges she’d had to overcome and how she’d personally be an excellent addition to the Wendlyn community. Those were too complicated to boil down into small snippets. But she had the bullet pointed lists laid out in her head, ready to be explained and fully ready for engagement. Honestly, as nervewracking as this whole situation was, she felt prepared. She reassured herself one more time, scrolling through her list of answers over and over, until she reached the oversized front door. In the middle of it all was a door-knocker so large and cumbersome she hoped she could lift it.

Another deep breath. She could do this. No matter how rich and fancy this person was. Whatever laid on the other side of that door, she was ready and prepared for.

She inhaled, filling up her lungs with extra reassurance, but as she lifted her hand to raise what was surely a heavily weighted solid brass knocker, the wind was completely knocked from her chest. Of all the things she had prepared herself for, she had not anticipated this one single thing that could fully derail her.

Before Aelin knew what was even happening, she could feel herself shrinking at the sight before her. She’d know that perfectly coiffed hair and polite smile anywhere.

“Mom?”

“Aelin,” Evalin said, leaning in to kiss her on both her cheeks, surely leaving behind smudges of her burgundy lipstick on Aelin’s pale cheek.

She leaned back and looked Aelin up and down, her crystal eyes pausing and practically flinching at the tiny snag in Aelin’s tights. She’d only had that one pair and even went over it with clear nail polish to make sure it wouldn’t pull or run more, fully assured that Xavier wouldn’t be looking at the side of her shin where her boot met the tights. But she hadn’t anticipated Evalin’s eagle eyes pulling apart every slight detail, searching for anything out of place to berate her for. “Don’t you look lovely,” Evalin continued, though the downturn of her lips as she touched Aelin’s sweater dress gave her real feelings away. Evalin chuckled as she stepped aside, letting Aelin enter into the large dark foyer.

“Why don’t you take off your coat, darling?” Evalin said, reaching her hand out.

Aelin cleared her throat, trying not to let the slight choking feeling overtake her and draw in a steady breath as she finally got out a soft, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

If Evalin was fazed in the slightest, she didn’t show it at all. But Aelin had never felt so small. She had worked so hard to put together this outfit, and now that her mom was looking at it, she knew it was all wrong. The sweater dress had been put through the wash one too many times, tiny pills forming in its most worn spots. Evalin would have shaved them off. Or bought Aelin a new dress. She’d make sure that Aelin had a fresh haircut, none of her desperately-in need-of-trimming dead ends left unevenly past her shoulders. She tugged at the sleeve of her sweater dress as her coat disappeared from her shoulders, suddenly feeling naked without it. There was a tiny thread coming undone from the hem of the sleeve, and she knew that without a doubt Evalin would clock it. The woman missed nothing. She should have tugged it and tried to remove it immediately, but all she could feel was shock and horror. Needing something to do, she untucked her hair from behind her ear, letting it tumble forward, but of course that was the wrong thing to do. Aelin could never do the right thing. Be the right way. Be good enough to keep her mom happy. To keep her around, even.

She swallowed the thick lump in her throat as Evalin frowned and straightened her shoulders back, warning Aelin silently to do the same. As she retucked the thick gold wave behind Aelin’s ear, her furrowed brow melted away, replaced by a smile only reserved for others.

“Xavier, please meet my beautiful daughter, Aelin,” she said with a sweep of her hand. It took everything in Aelin not to flinch as the hand gestured toward her. Instead, she donned her most polite smile — ruing the way it felt like an Evalin reproduction — and bowed her head and curtsied, instinctively.

Xavier chuckled. “Oh, my. Look at that,” he said as his elbow nudged into the air by Evalin’s side. “Impeccable manners, of course. I would expect nothing less from an Ashryver,” he continued, his tone light as he ushered Aelin further into the cavernous foyer.

Xavier was everything she should have expected but was somehow unprepared for. He was Evalin in male form. His thick blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, swooping gently over his forehead in a way that told Aelin is had taken hours of work and product to get it to look so natural. He was tall but reedy, like someone who spent a lot of time mixing up green smoothies, per his personal trainer’s request. His navy suit was clean and pressed, sharp with creases that told the world he was someone with something important to say. Shiny cufflinks glinted in the mid-afternoon sun, and Aelin knew if she looked close enough they’d be monogrammed with a flourished script.

“But no need for formalities,” he continued, oblivious to Aelin’s turmoil. “Your mother and I go way back. In fact, our parents’ parents go way back. Evie and I were friends long before our time together at Wendlyn.”

Aelin nearly choked at the use of the nickname for her mother. She’d never heard anyone address her as anything other as her full name, and it took Aelin aback that this man was not only allowed to use this familiarity but received a smile in return for it.

“We were bred in the same kennel, as my father used to say,” Xavier said scratching at his too clean-shaven chin. It was red and shiny and Aelin wished she could stop staring at it and listen to him again. “I can’t remember a holiday I didn’t spend with the Ashryvers,” he droned on. But Aelin’s mouth was faster than her filter.

“But I’m not an Ashryver. I’m a Galathynius,” she said. Two pairs of eyes widened but melted quickly back into an amused gaze.

“Hi, ho. A spitfire, just like her mom. That’s the Ashryver spark for sure,” Xavier said, ignoring Aelin’s growing discomfort.

Because she wasn’t an Ashryver. She was a Galathynius.

“Who, me?” Evalin batted her lashes and giggled, feigning innocence. Flirting. Aelin’s mom was flirting with this man. This alum. Right in front of her. She swallowed again, biting down the ire rising in her throat. She hated it here. She would do anything to send a fire signal to Rowan to come and pick her up immediately, but, no. She had an interview to complete still. An alum to impress. Aelin could feel her heartbeat quickening as she realized that she still had an interview to complete. That her mom would bear witness to this whole thing. She just wanted to get it overwith and be out of her presence as quickly as possible.

“Can we get started?” Aelin cut off the man, who was clearly surprised.

“Ah yes,” he fumbled with his thumbs and shoved them into his pocket before taking one back out and gesturing down a long dark hallway. “The study is right this way.”

Study. So formal.

She looked down the long hallway and tried her best to grasp at any of the tendrils of her waning confidence, but it was fruitless. Aelin had never felt so out of place, like such a fraud. Here she was, pretending to be Wendlyn material, but that wasn’t her; that was Evalin.

Evalin, who had grown up with this man, knowing that her future held the glowing promise of a Wendlyn future. Evalin walked through this home as if she belonged there, looking completely at home. But as Aelin traversed the dark portrait-lined hallway down to the study, she could feel the sharp stares of the painted faces judging her with every cautious step. You don’t belong here, they seemed to mock, their pinched noses and haughty smirks watching as Aelin’s chunky boot heel step on the delicate mosaic tile beneath her feet. She didn’t want to think about how expensive these fancy floors were, and the fact that her $20 boots were most likely leaving black rubber smudges against them.

While Lysandra’s family home was fancy, it was nothing like this – whereas her house was bright and wide and open and modern, this expansive home was dark and crowded with ornate moldings and décor that felt like it could close in on Aelin at any second. She managed to keep her feet steady, despite the long walk down the seemingly never-ending hallway. She could hear Xavier maintaining casual conversation with Evalin, but Aelin stayed quiet, fully focusing on maintaining her stride and praying that she wouldn’t stumble and fall or accidentally break something. Foreboding crept up Aelin’s spine as Evalin fell into pace beside her and smoothed out the fabric of her sweater dress against her back. She could feel her picking off an imaginary piece of lint from the shoulder just so she could dig her fingers into her bicep and pull her close.

“Behave, please,” Evalin whispered through clenched teeth, causing Aelin to stumble, just as she’d feared she would. “Careful, darling,” Evalin drawled in a much lighter tone. “These floors are priceless.”

“You break it, you bought it,” her mother and Xavier said in unison as he pushed open the door to his study. They both laughed as it was something hilarious from their youth, but all Aelin heard was – You’re not one of us. Again and again and again.

Aelin blinked at the harsh expanse of daylight that filtered through the floor to ceiling windows lining the wall of the study. Thick burgundy drapes were pulled back to allowing a shock of grey-white sky to cast its milky pallor over the dark wood room, somehow leeching it of any warmth, despite the burgundy and mahogany color scheme.

“Ah yes, it’s quite the view, isn’t it?” Xavier chuckled as he gestured to the frost-laden yard that seemed to go on for miles and miles. “You can see the mountains in the distance on a clear day. When we first bought this place, the neighbors behind us were trying to plant trees in our view, which turned into a bit of a legal battle. But it ended up alright. We bought them out, and now we have a perfect view.” His voice was haughty with pride at the notion of buying someone out of their home. Aelin’s stomach curled at the notion that one person could be so selfish. But still, she put on her best smile and nodded politely. Evelyn would tolerate no less.

Still smiling smugly, Xavier waved Aelin over to the large leather loveseat where Evalin was already perched. But Aelin didn’t want to sit next to Evelyn. She couldn’t think with her hovering so close — all her well-prepared answers had floated to the recesses of her memories, blocked by the constant perusal of her mother’s perfectly controlled facial expressions. But as Xavier slid into the arm chair across from them, Aelin was at a loss. There was nowhere else to sit. She’d have to sit next to her mother.

As she slid onto the stiff couch, the skirt of her dress rode up slightly, catching on the leather. But before she could even it out, Evalin was there, doing it for her. Always hovering. Always watching. Aelin didn’t even realize that Xavier had asked her a question, until she heard her mother’s sharp whisper. “Don’t be rude, Aelin. Answer.”

“Hm?” Aelin’s head whipped up, watching Xavier face lips tug downward into a slight frown.

“Xavier was just asking what you’re interested in studying?” Evalin repeated, her blue-grey eyes staring a hole into Aelin.

Aelin knew she had an answer for this. She’d talked about the phrasing with Rowan over and over about why it was actually a benefit that she wasn’t completely sure what she wanted to study yet. That it allowed for… curiousity? Flexibility? No, that wasn’t what she’d wanted to say. The words were completely mixed up in her head, and she couldn’t make heads or tales of them. With every flash of her mom’s eyes, Aelin’s rehearsed answers disappeared further and further until all that was left was a gaping black hole of confusion in her anxiety-addled brain. What was she supposed to say? She had no idea. Literally none. She couldn’t do this. Oh god. She couldn’t do this.

Aelin swallowed back the threat of tears as she croaked out a quiet, “I don’t know.”

“Aelin has many interests,” Evalin jumped in, placing her perfectly polished nails on Aelin’s knee. “She’s trained in ballet and is extremely creative.”

She should have said something about how she had just joined Orynth’s Dance Company. About her time spent teaching last fall, how dancing was for fun and she wasn’t sure she’d want to pursue it professionally but she loved that Wendlyn had recreational dance teams she could participate in. That was the answer she’d rehearsed. It was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t seem to make her mouth and brain work together.

“Ah, so perhaps a performing arts major?” Xavier asked. “I myself studied the bard and was in a play or two back in my day. Wendlyn has a thriving theater department. We even have quite a few celebrity alums,” he continued, oblivious to Aelin’s complete mental shutdown.

“No,” Aelin said. Apparently she couldn’t even explain more than that. She could see the corners of Xavier’s eyes tightening uncomfortably as he watched Evalin’s hand grasp Aelin’s knee – the edges of her dark red gel tips sinking into Aelin’s tights, as the conversation plummeted into a dead silence.

“Right,” Xavier cleared his throat, clearly at a loss. Aelin could feel her stress welling as he continued, hopeful, knowing that her next answer was sure to be another disappointment. Just like her entire being. “Well... perhaps you’d like to tell me about why you’re interested in Wendlyn?” he asked.

And though Aelin knew she had a full essay response for that exact question, she simply shrugged and let him continue his list of questions, each one said with less curiosity as Xavier realized what Aelin had feared: she wasn’t Wendlyn material. And with each question and answer, Aelin knew her chances of getting into college with Rowan were quickly disappearing.

. . .

Aelin had been in a mood in the days following her interview with Xavier and she who shall not be named. But, she was trying her very hardest to keep a smile on her face and pretend like she was totally fine. Mostly because today was Rowan’s first lacrosse game of the season, and he needed her in the stands cheering him on, not sulking about her botched interview. It wasn’tthat she wasn’t a fully supportive girlfriend, but she wasn’t feeling particularly into lacrosse — the sport that was fully responsible for handing Rowan a future that she so clearly wasn’t going to be a part of. She wanted him to do well, but an uncomfortable feeling of panic was pressing against her chest, and it was taking everything in her to put a smile on her face. And Aelin was a lot of things, but a spectacular actress was not one of them.

To Rowan’s credit, he was letting her feel her feelings without pushing. He’d asked how the interview went upon picking her up, and Aelin had simply snapped and said, “Bad.” When he pushed for any more information, she shut him down completely and she could feel a thick wall of armor rising. She’d been furious, practically shaking with anger, but for some reason, hadn’t want to share her mom’s surprise appearance with him. She’d told him that she’d talk when she was ready, and even though she knew he wanted to push, he accepted what she’d asked for. She wasn’t ready to talk about it. She had other things to think about. Like figuring out any other plan for her future that still included Rowan.

Which is why that Friday morning, she donned her green and gold best, tied her long braided pigtails with the #47 ribbons she’d decorated in puffy paints last year, and woke up early to grab a few special treats for her boyfriend on his big day. Before this whole debacle, she’d asked Maeve if she could make a batch of Rowan’s favorite peanut butter cookies, decorated like his jersey, and sure enough, they were waiting on the counter with two coffees when she let herself into their townhouse. She could hear the shower running upstairs, along with a loud blaring bass of one of Rowan’s pump-up playlists, and she forced herself to take a deep breath and push aside any traces of residual insecurity and focus on Rowan. It was his big day, and she knew he was nervous. He always was.

Within minutes, she heard his heavy step skipping every other stairs as he descended into the kitchen where she was waiting, and his smile upon seeing her there temporarily melted away her bad mood entirely. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get over receiving that look from him.

“Happy game day, Captain,” Aelin said, smiling widely.

His arms surrounded her, sliding beneath the hem of her shirt, as he leaned in and pulled her against his chest. He smelled warm from his shower, and she took a moment to inhale the comforting scent of his pine body wash combined with something just innately Rowan.

“Coffee?”

She held out the cup in his direction, but he ignored it in favor of kissing her. Who was she to disagree? She let herself melt into it, letting her anxieties disappear for the moments his mouth was on hers.

“Missed you,” he mumbled, and she couldn’t help but laugh against his lips.

“You saw me less than nine hours ago.”

“Too long.” He pulled her even closer and went back in for another kiss, this time with more fervor. His tongue slid between her lips, and she could feel herself getting slightly carried away as their bodies pressed together even tighter. Her grasp on the coffee cup in her hand was getting dangerously loose when he finally pulled away, resting his head against her forehead and bringing the coffee to his lips.

“Mmmm. Delicious.”

“Me or the coffee?” she asked, eyes twinkling.

“Both.” He leaned in and kissed her one more time. “I wish we had time to go upstairs, but…”

“Someone has a game to kick ass in today, and missing first period is probably a bad way to start that off, huh?”

He nodded sadly, but the mischief didn’t completely leave his green eyes as he looked her up and down. “But maybe during lunch?”

Aelin couldn’t control the burst of laughter that bubbled up her throat. “A pre-game warm up?” she teased.

“Always.” He let his hand fall to the swell of her butt, pinching it lightly and causing Aelin to yelp in surprise.

“Be nice or I’m not giving you your cookies.”

Rowan raised his brow. “You baked?” he asked, rightfully skeptical. After all, he spent most of his time with Aelin and he would have definitely noticed if she’d disappeared to Maeve’s for a few hours without him.

“I had help,” Aelin said, procuring the tray of decorated cookies.

His excitement couldn’t be contained as he leaned back in for yet another kiss, but Aelin knew that if they kept this up they definitely would be late for school.

“Later,” she promised, hoping that would keep her spirits afloat.

But as soon as she waved goodbye to Rowan in the hallway, all her doubts came flooding back. She parsed through every second of her time with Xavier and her mom, wondering if there was any world in which that interview could have been construed as positive, but she knew in her heart the truth. She had bombed. Big time. Not just a minor bomb. That whole afternoon had been a full nuclear wipeout with no survivors left standing. She’d killed her own opportunity, and she’d never forgive herself for it.

By the time lunch came around, Aelin was so deep into her self-pitying wallowing that she felt like she was being suffocated by negativity. She’d hoped that seeing Rowan would brighten her spirits, as it had this morning, but apparently that’d been a fluke. She was just as prickly as ever, barely even smiling when he greeted her with a giant bear hug, spinning her around the hall in an exuberant whirlwind. In fact, her mood was made even worse by the flurry of cheerleaders who giggled in his presence, blushing as they wished him luck in tonight’s game. She practically hissed as one got too close, flashing her canines in feral warning.

“Ease up, Ace,” Rowan chuckled as he led her out to the far side of the parking lot where the jeep was parked.

“Stupid fucking cheerleaders,” she grumbled as she slid into the back seat. She was so in her head that she barely even noticed Rowan driving to their special secluded spot — a nearby parking lot that was midway through some sort of construction when it had been fully abandoned. She was sure the crews would come back one day, but for now, it was perfect for their, uh… needs.

Rowan joined her in the back seat and pulled her onto his lap with skilled ease, as if they’d been doing this for years, rather than merely weeks. But it was good. She was on full autopilot. Aelin’s body knew exactly what to do without being in her brain at all. Her hips rolled against his lap as his fingers tangled in her hair, clashing their teeth together in a harsh mingling of breaths and low groans. She didn’t wait for him as she pulled her top off, and allowed her head to fall back as his mouth trailed down her neck and to the bare expanse of her cleavage. Gods, she loved him so much. What was she ever going to do without this? She tried to imagine a world where she didn’t get to be this close to Rowan, but all she saw was a gaping painful hole in her hear heart. She felt her throat closing slightly and swallowed down the threat of emotion she’d careful kept walled up all week.

“Ace?” Rowan looked up at her with concern, clocking the change in her breathing, but she forged forward. She would not lose any time with him. She’d take advantage of every second they had together. Clothed and unclothed.

“I’m good,” she reassured him,

But she knew he could feel the slight waver in her touch as she reached down to his waist to unbutton his pants. His green eyes flashed in warning, but she ignored it, pulling him into her hand and tightening her grasp exactly as she knew he liked it. Autopilot.

Her hands regained their surety as she continued, lulling Rowan into a state of blissful arousal. She leaned in and bit his exposed throat as he leaned further into the seat, moving his hips into her hand. Her mouth opened and sucked at his skin. Hard. She wanted anyone who saw him to know that he was spoken for. That he was claimed. That he was hers. No matter what. She never wanted anyone else to know him like this, and she could feel her pulse stutter as she even considered the possibility of that. No.

She needed to refocus. Without removing her mouth, she reached for the condom he’d placed beside them on the seat and opened it. She leaned back just barely enough to make room to place it on him, not wanting to give him any space. That was the opposite of what she wanted. She could hear him groan a loud expletive as she slid on top of him and started to move. He fit so perfectly. No one else would ever fit like this. And when it was gone, she’d miss it so, so, so much.

“Oh, Ace.” She thought he was moaning her name in pleasure, but it wasn’t until he said, “Aelin, baby, stop,” that she clocked the tone was actually of concern. His face was blurry, and as she blinked, she felt that her cheeks were fully wet. Unbeknownst to her, silent tears had welled and dripped from the corners of her eyes in full, hot streams. “Baby, stop,” he said again, his hands going to her hips to still her, but her autopilot refused.

“No, it’s okay,” she said thickly. “I’m okay.”

“Aelin, you are not okay. You’re crying.”

She tried to keep her legs in a vice grip around his hips, but he was fully in control as he pulled her off of him and tucked himself back into his pants.

“No, no,” she croaked, her tears pouring out in earnest now. “We can keep going.”

“Ace, we’re not going to have sex while you’re crying.”

“I’m not crying,” she sniffed as his hands came up to her cheeks, wiping his thumbs against them. That seemed to be the thing that cracked her open, a full sob releasing from her mouth as her shoulders shook with the weight of the past few days. Rowan shushed her gently as he pulled her against him, rubbing comforting circles into her back. But she barely felt a thing. All she could feel was the hot sting of embarrassment and shame.

“Do you want to talk about it finally?” Rowan asked, but Aelin shook her head into his shoulder.

“N-no.”

“Okay.”

And she knew that he meant it. He’d sit there, erection still throbbing in his pants as she cried it out silently. That only made her cry harder. She owed it to him to tell him what had happened. She didn’t even know why she’d kept it to herself. Maybe she’d just wanted to pretend for a little longer that the future she’d imagined for them could happen.

“I blew it,” she finally said.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Rowan said. Her body was suddenly exhausted, and she couldn’t sit upright anymore. Or maybe she just couldn’t look at his face during this conversation. Instead, she slid until she was slumped across his lap and cuddling into the soft fabric of his pants. She struggled to calm her breath as he ran his dexterous fingers down her back and up again.

“You may as well break up with me now,” she sniffed.

Rowan’s hand paused on her back and tilted her ruddy face to look up at his concerned gaze. “Ace, I thought we talked about this. No matter what happens, we’re not breaking up.”

“That’s what you say now, but…” Another wave of tears took over as she sobbed. “What if you meet someone else? Some pretty and smart Wendlyn girl who fits into your world?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Rowan asked, seeming genuinely perplexed as his finger pushed aside the stream of tears on her hot cheek. “You fit in my world perfectly.”

“But all those girls at Wendlyn are going to be from upstanding families with two parents whose names are on libraries, and I bet they wear real pearls and have perfectly painted nails that are never chipped, and—”

“Aelin, what the fuck are you going on about? Why would I care about any of that?”

She bit her lip, sniffing back another round of tears as she finally told Rowan about Evalin’s surprise appearance and how of course she couldn’t have gotten that interview without Evalin’s help, tugging on those elite strings. And how clear it became that she was anything but that.

Rowan scratched at her scalp, and she leaned into his comforting touch.

“I don’t use the word hate lightly, but I fucking hate Evalin. What she did to you, surprising you like that with no warning was completely fucked up. She should have told you she was going to be there. Leaving you unprepared like that wasn’t going to help your chances, even if she thought being there would. You deserved a heads up. And the fact that she didn’t think you did just shows how little she understands about life. And you.” He took a deep breath. “And it’s okay to feel fucked up about what she did. But, Ace, it’s not okay to think I’m just going to suddenly disappear from your life if you end up at another college. That’s not going to happen. Never. Ever ever. I’m going to be in love with you for the rest of my life. Forever.”

“But—”

He held up a finger to her lips, shushing her. “But also, one person’s review of you isn’t going to make or break your college admission. You don’t know what anyone thinks of this Xavier dude. He could be hated! They could have him interview people as a barometer for who not to accept.”

“That feels highly doubtful, Ro,” Aelin laughed through the remnants of her tears. “But I appreciate your optimism.”

“All I’m saying is, it’s not over until the school year starts. And even then, it’s not over. Best case scenario, you get in with me for the fall. But there are a hundred other things that could happen before then. You could get waitlisted and get in, you could apply to transfer after a semester or a year, if you wanted. Or, other best case scenario, you love wherever you end up, and we still make this work with phone calls and video calls and weekend visits. Because I’m going to love you for the rest of your gods damned life, so stop trying to get rid of me,” he said, poking her cheek with each pointed word. “It’s insulting.” He paused, looking her over thoroughly, and it felt like he could really see through her in that moment, and she could hear his words before he even said them. “I’m not your mom.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” he asked. “Because I definitely don’t have my last name on any libraries. And I couldn’t tell you what a real pearl looks like if a million dollars were at stake. And guess what? I bite my nails, and the only reason Evalin even came around to the idea of me is because Wendlyn became interested in me. You think that I feel like I’m going to magically fit in there, but I doubt many students were raised by their single aunt and grew up working in her restaurant. I don’t have a trust. That’s why I needed this scholarship.” He paused. “If we’re weighing which one of us belongs at Wendlyn more than the other, only one of us is a legacy there, you know?”

“Okay,” she whispered, but the hurt was still so raw, and she felt ragged from her marathon of crying. She could feel Rowan still hard in his pants, and she felt awful. She went to reach for him, but he sternly put her hand back by her side.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“But—”

“We’ll celebrate after I win the game tonight,” he said.

And true to his word, they did.

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Nine Nine AU - Dump #2

Exploring Dolores and Mirabel’s relationship.

Warning: discussion of sexual harassment.

Dolores and Mirabel gelled together quite naturally, given their similar personalities and behaviour - naturally being the two smartasses most intelligent members of the squad. Dolores was probably the first person Mirabel connected with upon joining the 99 and is still her closest connection after Luisa.

But… you could argue that their closeness is also a response to sexual harassment.

In Dolores’ previous precinct, the 68, the Captain there had taken her under his wing from the very first day. He spent time with her, helping and mentoring - which, in the beginning, she was obviously very grateful for. But, over time, things became less friendly and more inappropriate. She never spoke up about his behaviour, thinking nobody would believe her and she’d loose her career. It wasn’t until he actually tried kissing her that Dolores finally put in a transfer request.

She never told anyone about what had happened. (With the exception of Mariano, who she got together with sometime after leaving the 68, and Mirabel).

Speaking of…

Several years after Dolores had transferred and made sergeant, Mirabel got her job at the 99.

The sexual harassment she faced was always a lot more noticeable - it never happened behind closed door, just right there in the bullpen. Because Mirabel has zero power as an assistant, so there is no worry about being caught or told off.

Mainly from people visiting the 99, but there have also been employees in the building. A lot of suggestive comments and gestures; people purposefully dropping/knocking things to the floor to have Mirabel pick them up; teasing about being an assistant; physical advances - touching either her or her clothes.

Mirabel was 19 when she started working at the 99. She was just so young and innocent, that she clearly didn’t realise what was happening most of the time unless it was something very explicit. And she never told a soul. She always claims it’s fine and she doesn’t mind.

Dolores knows because it was happening in the open, she didn’t need to be told. The rest of the squad are usually busy, coming and going or messing around and not paying attention, but as second in command, she is always well-alert and taking care of what happens in the precinct.

After a couple months, Dolores was done. On a free day, she took Mirabel out for lunch and confronted her about what was happening. Mirabel is heavily bothered by it but doesn’t think there is anything she can do and refuses to tell Luisa; trauma/guilt of her being too big a part of Luisa’s life that caused the breakup. Dolores came clean herself about her own experience and the two bonded. She offered herself as someone to talk to, if Mirabel ever needed it, or just some help with dealing with/getting away from shitty people.

So, the rest of the squad may wonder why Mirabel randomly works at Dolores’ desk from time to time, but that’s why.

Oh, and Dolores also fired a ton of those shitty people.

#encanto #encanto nine nine au

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mamayan · 7 months

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Hello ml✨ CONGRATS

I'm dumb asf because I didn't understand the Russian Roulette thingy for a good minute but I wanna request Shota w these numbers-(I hope to God I'm doing this right)

20, 37, 59, 68, 97

Uhhh fem reader- pop off✨

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Shota Aizawa

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” || Sleep || Nightmares when sick || Step!Parent

tw: NSFW • Implied Cheating • Fem! Reader (18+) • Fingering (F) • Taboo Considered Relations • Use of the term Daddy

wc: 790

He’s alone again.

The right side of the bed is empty, not even a warm hint of his wife having returned home from work. She’s working late again, though Shota felt a roiling in his gut telling him it wasn’t work she was staying out so late for.

She’d been distant, though that wasn’t too shocking considering their relationship was hanging by a thread.

He couldn’t leave though. Not if it meant he’d lose something even more precious.

You, who he already noticed was creeping into the room, light sleep set hiding hardly any of your body from his dark gaze as he tiredly sighs aloud. Like a sweet dream you appear by the side of the bed, crawling onto the mattress like a predator on the prowl. Sweet features illuminated by the moon, you smiled down at him.

“I can’t sleep Daddy…” you were too old to be calling him that, and the way it made his cock harden beneath the comforter only confirmed how inappropriate this all was. He didn’t stop you though, not when you revealed more smooth soft skin for him as you tossed your top somewhere into the darkness, breasts free of any bra to hinder them from his view.

“Fuck,” it’s impossible not to lose it as you straddle him over the covers, bottoms still in place as you plant your hands against his chest.

Shota isn’t a man who allows a brat like you to get away with whatever, no matter how cutely you act.

The retired-pro hero has you beneath him in an instant, shirtless torso draping over you as his dark hair falls to curtain over your faces.

“You can’t sleep so you make sure I can’t either?” He’s not angry despite his words, easily slotting between your thighs as he nips your bottom lip. He doesn’t miss how you shiver and arch for him, he grunts as your cunt shifts to grind up against his hardened length still tucked away in his boxers.

The little smirk on your lips is irritating, but your next words light a spark.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” The way your chest presses against his own as you breathe the insult against his mouth makes him groan, able to taste the sugar on your lips from whatever late night snack or drink you’d been consuming. “Getting hard for your step-daughter is just—ngh,” you’re stopped short when he grabs your throat, his smile dark and promising as he copies your earlier actions and speaks right up against your mouth, not quite kissing you. “Is just what, hm?” He grinds harder against you, smearing the slick in your panties as you moan, hands quick to tangle in his thick loose hair. “Remember you’re in my bed brat,” he chuckles at your responding whine.

“I can’t sleep,” you say it again as if it was his problem to solve.

Maybe it was, since he doesn’t hesitate to slip a calloused scared hand right into your cute sleep shorts and easily locate your puffy clit to rub. He watches your eyes roll back, the quick access to pleasure and pressure you were eager for granted without much of a fight tonight.

He was eager for touch too, hands grasping and groping in the minimal light, lips quick to connect with yours in a sensual embrace, tongue slipping in without resistance as you whimper beneath him.

“Daddy I need more—,” he groans, thumb moving off your clit to dig two inside your tight heat, stretching you open and doing quite the opposite of helping you sleep.

“Be quiet, you’ll disturb the neighbors,” he chides lightly, lips trailing to your neck where he’s tempted to mark you up. He doesn’t, only licks and nibbles too soft for any capillaries to burst are littered on your sensitive skin.

“I want your cock,” it’s needy and desperate as you writhe, hips unable to still as he works his fingers inside of you, curling in your gooey walls and making you see white as your orgasm builds.

“You want to act like a brat, be good and cum on my fingers first.” His gruff tone leaves no room for argument, though you might’ve managed had he not had you so close to your end.

His lips silence the cry you release as your core tightens, body wracked with tremors as you come apart for him.

A noisy squelch echoes as he drags his messy fingers from your bottoms, holding them in front of your face with a dark brow raised above sleepy eyes.

“Thank you Daddy…” it sends chills down his spine at your sweet whisper, eager and happy to clean your own cum off his fingers while watches with a hungry gaze.

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#500 Event #Shota Aizawa #shota aizawa x reader smut #shota aizawa smut #bnha Aizawa #mha Aizawa smut #shota Aizawa x reader #bnha smut #mha smut

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rosecoloreddesire · 1 year

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The Hold You Have Upon Me

Summary: Your best friend Olivia gets you in on her big role in a new movie and you gladly accept the offer. Little did you know the job had a lot more to offer than it lead on.

Note: I’m so sorry for being so inactive! Please forgive me y’all! Should this be my first Austin series??? But the new pics from behind the scenes??? LORD HAVE MERCY!

Part 2

Warning: FLUFF! Also I only read through this twice so I’m sorry for any errors!!

“Y/N, c’mon! You’re doing great! I’m so proud of you for being here for me.” Olivia wraps her arms around you in a warm embrace.

“You know I wouldn’t have denied being an extra in an Elvis movie,” Olivia rolls her eyes as her makeup finishes,” and wouldn’t have denied seeing my best friend have the role of her life!” She smiles as the finishing touches are applied and twirls around.

“Time to line up, girly!” She takes your hand and leads you to set. The booming echo of the band thumps within your body as you watch Baz record them up close. Olivia tugs on your arm and points at the corner of the set. There he was.

“Holy shit, Liv. He’s Adonis…” you hadn’t had the time to see Austin as Elvis yet. The sight of his tanned skin adorned in black leather pulling the air from your lungs. She laughs and pats your back as a set manager pulls her away from you. You can’t keep your eyes off of him as workers surround him to make sure he looks perfect. That shouldn’t be too hard you think. His cobalt eyes are stoic as he finally catches you staring. His smirk eliciting a squeak from your lips as you go to find the same set manager that stole Olivia away from you.

“Got enough of gawking Mr. Butler in for one day?” Mia asks as you walk up next her. You sigh and rub your hands on your face.

“He saw me and probably thinks I’m a freak.” She cackles as she’s reads the list in front of her. She pulls you along with her.

“Well, this freak is front of stage. Have fun, love.” You whip your head to glare at Mia.

“‘Mia?! Are you kidding me? This is insane! Please, put me closer to the back or something.” Mia shrugged her shoulders and looked through the papers on her clipboard. You try to look over her to no avail.

“They dressed you up just like the girl in the original ‘68 comeback that sits right there! Soooo, no can do, love!” She waves at you as you sit down. He’s going to be dancing right in front of you. You place a hand on the stage and drag your fingers on it softly. This is insane.

“Good luck, Y/N. You got this!” Olivia looks beautiful as she shakes your shoulders.

“Knock ‘em dead, Priscilla.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. You smooth your skirt down as other extras begin to fill in next to you. Your heart begins to beat out of your chest as Baz calls for action.

“And here he is, Mister Elvis Presley!” The applause sign lights up as you begin to clap. Ignoring the total arousal that seeps through you as you see him begin to bend to grasp his guitar. He sits down and begins to sing and your heart all but melts. You could see he put everything into becoming Elvis and he looked just like him. You could feel tears well in your eyes as you remembered watching Elvis with your grandma when you were younger. Never understanding why she’d get so emotional. Now here you were seeing double. You smile as the song comes to an end and wipe your eyes. Baz calling cut so that he could move things around for a better shot. He smiles at you as he makes his way to Austin. You nod and turn to where Olivia is sitting. She shapes a heart with her hands and you return it as you take a deep breath.

“Quick touch up break!” Makeup artists swarm in as cast members make their ways to chairs. Some stay seated and some grab something to snack on. You watch as Austin sits down panting as staff use towels to lightly dab onto his face. He smiles and his lips curl as he listens to Baz and his flailing hands.

“Hey, why don’t you just try talking to him?” Mia startled you, your hand shooting to your chest. She grabs onto your shoulder as you grasp your surroundings again.

“M-Mia, I’m one of how many extras trying to get to know him? Give me a break! Not gonna happen-“ you choke on your last words as you make eye contact with the aforementioned man. His gaze could pierce stone as you squirm in your seat. He nods to the artist powdering his face and he rises from his chair.

“Welp, I gotta go! Have fun, darling!”

“Hey, you’re Olivia’s friend right,” you nod as your throat dries,” I’ve seen you on her Insta page. You’re uh, you look gorgeous.” Your eyes widen as does his.

“Thank y-“

“ I’m sorry if that was weird, darlin’.” His voice lowering as he rubs the back of his neck. You laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” your voice squeaking, you clear your throat,” no! Um, I think you’re gorgeous too.”

“It’s just the get up, I feel.”

“I mean the get up is a plus-“

“A plus? You really like it that much, doll?” He stepped a little closer to you. You move back a little scared he’ll hear the pounding of your heart. You place a hand on your chest as your cheeks flush.

“Austin,” his hand slips around your waist as his other hand rests tenderly against your cheek. His fingers softly move against the soft skin,” I-I do.” You splutter out meekly.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m really liking the get up you got goin’ on to.” Before you can say your weak attempt at a joke his soft lips are upon yours. His grip slowly tightens as you sigh into the kiss. You rest your hands on his chest as you feel your legs begin to weaken. His entire being yearns to be as close to as possible. He pulls away and uses the hand still on your cheek to move your face to the side. His lips finding solace betwixt your jaw and neck. You begin to giggle as he hums against your skin.

“A-Aus, what are you doing? You’re gonna have to go on soon.” He continues to hum into your skin. Not leaving any marks but leaving a slight tingle in his tracks.

“They can wait, darlin’. I just can’t get enough of you.” His phone buzzes in his pocket as he finishes his rasping speech.

“I don’t think they want to.” You wink as he pulls away from you with a pout. You stand to your tippy toes and lay a chaste kiss to his nose. His skin flushing pink within seconds.

“I’ll find you after, Y/N.” He holds your hand until ultimately he has to let it go. You sigh heavily and lean against the wall as you collect your thoughts.

“That was….adorable!!!” Olivia squeals and wraps her arms around your shoulders. You yelp and she covers your mouth.

“How could you?! Did you see all of that?!” You take her hand off your mouth.

“Hey! I was tasked to come find Elvis and found Elvis I did!” She wiggles her eyebrows as you groan. You both make your way back to set. Your seat open in the front of the stage as he winks at you from it. You take Olivia’s arm.

“I’m not sitting back up there. I just kissed him and I gotta act like that didn’t happen?” You groan once more as Olivia shrugs.

“Hey, at least it’ll help with the fan girl in love look.” She smiles as she leads you back to your seat.

“Liv, I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler drabble #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #rosecoloreddesire #elvis movie #elvis film

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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68' Comeback Special.. Part 10.2

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 8,822 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Fluff, time jump, talks of pregnancy, talks of pregnancy complications, postpartum depression, oral (f and m receiving), titty fucking, mommy/daddy kink, heavy on the mommy kink, pregnancy fetish, dirty talking/tiny bit of babytalk, typical Elvis stuff, etc.

Author's Notes: THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE END. I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed this series and who's given me such positive feedback. This originally 3 part fic really turned into something more and I'm so glad I decided to continue it for you guys. I hope you enjoy this last part and I'm sorry it's so long. I can't wait to start on the next series and I hope you love it just as much. Thanks again!!! Possible spelling errors. (side note: if you'd like to read little blurbs about Elvis and Ada please feel free to send a request!)

A million years it seems have gone by since we shared our dreams...

You had been in the hospital for a nearly a week and the doctor had prescribed you antibiotics just to ensure that your infection wouldn’t come back. But overall, you seemed to be doing okay, other than the fact that you had begun to experience postpartum depression, Elvis didn’t understand what was wrong at first, but you were not yourself and the only time you were happy was when you were with Ada. The doctor had explained to Elvis that what you were experiencing was normal, but with you being new mother and young one at that there was no telling how long you would be experiencing this. Elvis did his best though to be there, he made good on his promise and had not left your side in the hospital prompting the orderlies to bring in another bed just for Elvis. Even though he couldn’t understand what you were going through, he was going to do whatever he needed to do to make you happy and be there for you. As far as your new little baby, she was doing better than she had been over the course of a few days. Her breathing had gotten better, but they wanted to continue to keep her for observation, but you and Elvis never missed a moment to go down and see her. Sometimes she would even be brought to your room something that the nurses thought would cheer you up even more just having her near you. Your parents and Vernon had been to the hospital a few times to come by and see her and you would try your best to be happy, but you just felt sad, hopeless, and tired. But back in those days no one ever spoke about being depressed or even really knew what it was, but you certainly felt that way.

The next day when you woke up rolling over to see Elvis by your side in his own bed already awake and watching tv, he smiled at you. “Good morning, little one.” He said softly. You gave him a small smile. “Morning.” You mumbled. “I’m going to let the nurses know you’re up, one of them came in about 20 minutes ago, they want you to try to feed Ada.” He nodded as he climbed out of his bed and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Okay..” you nodded slowly, smiling because you knew she’d be the thing to make you happy even if for a moment. Elvis let out a soft sigh as he headed out to tell one of the nurses you were awake and then he came back into the room, sitting down in the chair beside your bed. “They’ll be back with her in a few minutes.” He nodded. You slowly sat up in the bed and letting out a soft groan. Your stitches were slowly heeling but you were still in a lot of pain. “Can I get you anything, baby?” Elvis asked. “Can you help me to the bathroom, honey?” you asked. He nodded. “Of course.” He said softly with a smile, and he got up and helped you out of bed and into the bathroom, he shut the door and stood by it so he would be able to help you back into bed. Once you had finished in the bathroom, he helped you back in bed and suddenly a nurse was coming into the room and your face lit up when you saw her rolling Ada inside her little incubator. Since she didn’t have any of her clothes the hospital had her dressed in some of their own little onesies they had for the babies. Elvis smiled when he saw her, she was such a happy baby. “What if she doesn’t latch on?” you asked the nurse a bit worried. “Then we’ll just get her a bottle, hun. But it is better for them to be breastfed, so we’ll keep trying if she doesn’t today.” The nurse said. You nodded watching as they carefully scooped her out of the tiny incubator, swaddling her in a blanket and carefully placing her into your arms, she brought you so much happiness it felt unreal.

Elvis smiled as he looked on and seeing those blue eyes of her that looked just like his and he watched as the nurses talked you through everything and you slowly unclasped top left side of your hospital gown and tugging it down until your breast was revealed and you followed the nurse’s instructions and carefully trying to get her to latch onto your nipple and after a few tries she finally did and you smiled widely and a soft groan escaping you because it was kind of painful but you were relieved to see her eating. “Good job! I’ll leave you to it and I’ll be back to check on ya.” nurse says as she headed out and closed the door behind her. You nodded slowly as you looked back down at Ada, lightly brushing the little strands of hair on her head. Elvis smiled watching the two of you before he turned his attention back to the television. You couldn’t keep your eyes off her, brushing your index finger against her tiny cheek and catching glimpses of her little blue eyes whenever she opened them. She was perfect. There was a knock at the door and Elvis got up to answer it, seeing that it was the doctor. “How are we doing today, Mr and Mrs. Presley?” he asked. “We’re good, doc.” Elvis responded. You glanced up at him and nodded in agreement. “Very good.” You mumbled. “I’m glad to hear it because I have good news. We will be discharging you tomorrow, so you’ll be free to go home.” The doctor said. “That’s great!” Elvis said excitedly. You furrowed your brow a bit because he didn’t say anything about Ada. “What about Ada? Does she get to go home as well?” you asked.

The doctor let out a soft sigh. “Unfortunately, we cannot send her home with you yet. We want to make sure she is healthy enough first. She seems to be doing fine, but we just want to take that extra precaution.” He responded. “N-No… I’m not going anywhere if she can’t go too. I-I won’t leave without her.” You said frantically. Elvis sat by your side now. “Baby, we can always come and visit her every day.” Elvis reassured you. “No! I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to go!” you shouted, causing Ada to fuss a bit and you rocked her gently, calmly trying to soothe her and get her to continue eating. Elvis inhaled sharply as he got up from the bed. “Can you give us a minute, doctor?” he asked. The doctor nodded and headed out. Elvis turned to you with a furrowed brow. “Baby.” he says softly. “Elvis, please... I-I don’t want to leave her here alone.” You began to cry hysterically. “Please don’t make me leave her... C-Can’t you do something?” you asked as you tried to wipe some of your tears, sniffling softly. He hated to see you this way especially after going through so much already and he knew there would be no way to get you to leave this hospital if Ada wasn’t going as well. “Okay, little one, okay, let me talk to the doctor. I’ll see what I can do.” Elvis said softly as he walked over to you, wiping your streaming tears and he kissed your cheek and little Ada’s head. A small smile on your lips and you nodded at his words, watching as he walked out of the room to find the doctor again. You looked down at Ada with tearful eyes, she had calmed down and was quietly eating. You wiped your tears and slowly stroked her the soft little hairs on her head very delicately. “Daddy’s going to figure it all out for us. He always does. I won’t leave you; I promise.” You whispered to her as you leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Elvis was speaking with the doctor right outside your door, explaining to him that he doesn’t want to take a room away from someone who may really need it. But that there was no way he was going to get you to leave. He explained if there was some other room or anything he’d be willing to pay or even give the hospital a hefty donation. He was worried out of his mind about you, he’d never seen you this way and he would hate to take you back to your parents’ house while Ada was here and you going out of your mind worried for her. You were beginning to scare him because some days you wouldn’t even get out of the hospital bed, and it was Ada that could always get you up or put a smile on your face. So, taking the chance to separate you from her was one he was not willing to do. He’d give them every penny he had if it meant making you happy. But the doctor felt for him, for both of you and understood that as new parents this was overwhelming especially with having a young mother under so much stress that it left Elvis constantly worried. The hospital hadn’t been too busy as of late, so he saw nothing wrong with letting the two of you stay until Ada was discharged. Elvis thanked him repeatedly and told him he’d still be donating to the hospital for everyone being so kind to him and his wife. He and the doctor parted ways and when Elvis walked back into the room you had finished up feeding Ada and clasping your hospital gown back together and you carefully lifted Ada being mindful to cradle her head as you rested her on your shoulder and began to lightly pat her back to burp her.

“What did the doctor say?” you asked quietly as Elvis sat down beside you and he smiled. “You can stay, the doctor was very understanding.” He said softly. “Really? Oh gosh, thank you, baby. I-I’m sorry for getting so upset. I don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately.” You say softly, knowing this hasn’t been easy on him. He shook his head with a warm smile. “You don’t need to apologize, honey. You know if there’s anything I can do for you, I’ll do it.” He nodded. You smiled widely, you hadn’t been the best toward him for the past week but even still he was going to do whatever he could for you, and it only made you love him so much more. You carefully scooted over in your bed, patting the spot beside you. “Come here.” You whispered. His face lit up and he kicked off his shoes and carefully slipped into your bed beside you and he snuggled up close to you as you continued to gently pat Ada’s back. Elvis smiling at the two of you and pressing a small kiss to the top of Ada’s head. “Do you think I could try to burp her?” Elvis asked. You beamed at his question. “Of course, honey.” You whispered as you carefully passed her to him and he held her against his shoulder, patting his hand against her back gently. “Beware of the spit up when she does burp.” You giggled softly. He chuckled, glancing down at her as she cooed softly which brought a wide smile to his face, you laid your head against his other shoulder, staring up at the two of them and you heard a cute little burp escape her and you giggled watching Elvis’ excited expression, and he suddenly felt his shoulder a bit wet and when he cradled her back in his arms he glanced down to see she had spit up a bit. You started to laugh softly at the sight. “I told you.” You snickered as you reached over for her bib to clean her mouth and Elvis made a face, shaking his head. “I’d be mad if you weren’t so darn cute.” Elvis whispered to her jokingly, chuckling. You smiled and did your best to get Elvis’ shirt clean with some tissue before you rested your head back onto his shoulder and your hands slipping around his arm as he hummed softly to little Ada, which put the both of you to sleep, when he had noticed he grinned and cradled Ada protectively in his left arm as he carefully slipped the other around you, holding both of his sleepy girls close to him.

Another week had gone by and things with Ada seemed to look good she didn’t have severe complications and the doctor thought it would be okay to discharge her finally. You also had felt a bit better though some days were still had as you still dealt with your postpartum depression, but you were excited that you were leaving. The three of you were set to finally go to your parents’ house. You and Elvis had decided to spend a night there just so your parents got some time with their granddaughter and then the three of you along with Jerry, Vernon and a few other of Elvis’ guys would fly back to Memphis. You couldn’t wait to get back home. You didn’t think you’d miss Memphis so much, but you did. That was your home now, that was Ada’s home. You were itching to get back. As the three of you prepared to leave the hospital word had finally gotten out that Elvis had officially become a father and the reports and fans swarmed the hospital. So, Jerry, Joe, Charlie, and Vernon would be accompanying you to ensure that you all got into the car safely. Elvis had bought you a beautiful sundress to wear to leave the hospital which made you feel beautiful that you even felt motivated enough to do your makeup, the last thing you wanted was to look unkempt in front of all those cameras. Once you were ready the guys all followed you and Elvis out of the hospital like your personal bodyguards as you held little Ada protectively in your arms. There was a swarm of press outside along with fans letting the two of you know how happy they were for you and you both smiled and carefully pulling back the blanket that covered Ada and giving everyone a glance at her before you were ushered into the backseat of the car.

On the drive to your parents all you could think about was going home to Graceland and being able to show Ada her room and just show her off to Minnie Mae and the staff who Elvis had given updates excitedly to about Ada. But a part of you was also very nervous, you were only twenty-two years old, no real experience with anything besides being in Elvis’ world for the past three years, now you were a mother, and you had no clue what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn’t screw it up. You wanted to be the best mother possible to Ada and you were already confident that Elvis would be the best daddy, but another thing that made you nervous was the possibility of Elvis not wanting to have sex with you. You already felt unattractive because your body was still healing, and you wouldn’t be able to get back in shape just yet. But you had still hoped he’d find you attractive, which a part of you knew that he did because he never would fail to mention it. But with the way you’ve been feeling lately, it just didn’t seem possible. You felt Elvis’ arm slip around you which pulled you from your racing thoughts and you glanced up at him with a warm smile. “You doin’ okay, little?” he asked. “Of course, baby.” You hummed before glancing down at Ada and seeing her still fast asleep despite all the chaos at the hospital. You took a deep breath and smiled as you stared out the window, ready to take on what was next to come in your life with your newborn baby and your husband.

Five years later…

Graceland – Summer of 75’

It felt like five years had gone by in a flash, you were twenty-seven now, Elvis forty and your little girl had just turned five, a little terror who was looking more and more like Elvis every day, but also taking on his personality as well with her little attitude and sass. She had the whole staff afraid sometimes because Elvis let her get away with murder, he loved to spoil her. But things couldn’t have been better in your lives, happier. Elvis had made good on his promise to you five years ago in that hospital, things had certainly changed. It had been a long road, but Elvis was no longer dependent on sleeping pills, or any other kinds of drugs, he had gotten rid of all those doctors who didn’t give a damn about his well-being. He also had gotten rid of the Colonel two years back after he tried to work him like a dog and cause him to miss out on opportunities. Elvis was no longer going to let anything, or anyone control his life. He wanted to be able to spend more time with you and Ada while also still being able to do what he loved to take care of you both, but he wanted to do it his way. So, he hired Jerry as his new manager after seeing how well Jerry had begun to manager few other artists, including the Sweet Inspirations, he knew there was no one he trusted more than Jerry to be his manager. There were talks of a tour overseas something he had been wanting to do for so long but couldn’t because of the Colonel and he was so excited and couldn’t wait to take his two girls to Europe with him. Things between you and Elvis were also great especially sexually, though the two of you had finally agreed that you would go on birth control a year after you had Ada. The both of you wanted more kids, especially Elvis because he didn’t want Ada to grow up an only child like he had, but you were scared after the complications you had with the first pregnancy. That was until last year when both of you had decided you were ready for another child and you had stopped taking your birth control and the two of you were on each other more than ever like rabbits doing your best to get pregnant, though sometimes proved to be difficult with a five-year-old who constantly wanted to sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed. But after months of negative pregnancy tests, you were finally brought some luck in February when you began to have the same symptoms you had when you had gotten pregnant with Ada, which only made you excited and after a visit to the doctor, you found out you were pregnant with your second child, only to find out a few months later that you were not pregnant with just one child.. You and Elvis were going to be the proud parents of twins.

It was hot July summer in Memphis, and you were six months pregnant with the twins and surprisingly feeling better than usual today, the house was lively as ever with Jerry and a few of the guys being over the house and you could hear Ada’s cute little giggles and screams as she played in the front yard with them as you made her lunch. You had hoped Elvis wasn’t riding around in that golf cart he bought her that you were so against because you were afraid, she’d get hurt. Once you had finished making her PB&J sandwich you had set it on the table with a little juice box and then you had made your way toward the front door, opening it to see Elvis was doing exactly what you feared, driving dangerously around the grounds of Graceland with little Ada in his arms as she screamed with joy and the guys following behind them in the other golf carts. You stood at the front door with your hands rested on your swollen belly, shaking your head. Elvis came driving the cart up to the front steps with a grin on his face. “Uh oh, we may be in trouble, Addy.” He whispered to her with a soft chuckle. She smiled innocently as she waved at you. “Hi mommy!” she giggled happily. You smiled at her, waving back. “Hi baby, it’s time to come inside and eat your lunch.” You said warmly. She pouted not wanting to go inside and she shook her head at you. “Ada..” you said a bit sternly. She looked up at Elvis hoping he’d be on her side, and he gave her the look he always did when she needed to listen, and she knew when she saw that look there was no fighting him. She let out a cute angry huff and he lifted her off his lap and gave her cheek a soft kiss before he set her on the ground. She looked up at him again and he smiled, brushing his hand over her head. “Go on now, baby. Listen to your mama and then you can come back out and play with daddy.” She nodded and ran as fast as her little legs could take her as she ran past you into the house.

Elvis hopped out of the golf cart and made his way over to you, his hands gently brushing over your large bump before slipping his hands around your waist as he gave you a soft kiss. “How’s my babies?” Elvis whispered. “We’re good... Elvis, what did I say about the golf cart? I don’t want her to get hurt.” You mumbled on his lips. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You know I ain’t gonna let anything happen to her.” He smiled. “Says the guy who crashed his cart twice.” You say as you rolled your eyes playfully, placing your hands against his chest. “Ah, hell, that was years ago, I’m more careful.” He laughed. “Mhm..” you hummed as you kissed his lips. Ada had run out of the kitchen with half of her sandwich in hand and you felt her little tugs on your dress. “Mommy, mommy!” She whined. You pulled back from Elvis and looked down to see her with jelly stained on her little face, Elvis crouched down to her level. “What’s the matter, baby?” he said softly. “More juice, pwease.” She giggled. You laughed and furrowed your brow. “You drank all that juice already, young lady?” you said with a smile. She nodded as she took another bite of her sandwich. Elvis laughed trying his best to wipe her face, and you walked back into the kitchen to grab her another juice box. “Can daddy have a bite of your sandwich?” he said softly. She smiled and happily held her half eaten sandwich to his mouth and he took a big bite, rubbing his hand over his stomach. “Mmm, delicious!” he said with his mouth full, causing her to giggle. He kissed her forehead and watched as she ran off toward the kitchen, he stood back up and lit one of his cigarillos as he walked back over to the guys and roughhousing with a few of them.

You smiled when Ada ran back into the kitchen trying her best to climb back in her chair while trying not to drop her sandwich, you giggled and shook your head helping her back into the chair, she happily grabbed her new juice box and drinking it happily, she squeezed so tight that some of it got on her shirt. Which made her shout a curse word she heard Elvis say, trying to say ‘sonofabitch’ but it coming out like “Son of bitch!” in her cute little voice. You quickly turned to her. “Ada! You don’t say things like that!” you reprimanded her. “Daddy says it!” she squealed. “That doesn’t mean you say it. Don’t say it again, missy.” You said sternly, giving her head a gentle pat as she continued to eat and when she had enough she pushed the plate away and jumped out of the chair trying to run back outside but you caught her before she could run off, cleaning her face and her hands, she squirmed and fussed until you let her go and watching as she ran off to play with Elvis. You cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs to lie down for a bit, rubbing your hands over your belly as you let out a tired sigh, being pregnant with twins was not fun your body felt more tired than the first pregnancy and the nausea was the worst. You turned onto your side trying to get comfortable as you began to slowly drift off to sleep.

A few hours had gone by, Ada had tired Elvis out and he was carrying her inside and she had her little arms loosely wrapped around his neck. Elvis looked around seeing no sign of you. “Hm, mama must be upstairs. Let’s see what Mary made for dinner.” He said softly, kissing her cheek as he made his way into the kitchen and seeing that Mary had prepared dinner for everyone, it was Elvis and now Ada’s favorite mash potatoes, meatloaf, cornbread, and collard greens. He sat Ada down at the table and went over to fix her plate and his own, cutting up her meatloaf into little pieces and setting it in front of her, then grabbing something to drink for her and putting it in her little cup and then sitting down beside her. She played with her food a bit, hitting at the mash potatoes with her little spoon and then scooping a huge spoonful into her mouth as she swung her legs back in forth in the chair. Elvis raised an eyebrow at her, laughing as he ate a few bites of his food. “Daddy?” She says softly. “Yes, baby?” He answered. “What does son of bitch mean? Is that a bad word?” She asked innocently. Elvis furrowed his brow for a moment and then he bust out laughing. “Now honey, where did you learn that?” He asked trying to stifle his laughter, acting as if she couldn't possibly have learned it from him. “You said it to uncle Jerry.” she said with a giggle. He laughed. “Oh well.. Uh, when you're older I’ll tell ya what it means. But it is a bad word, young lady. Don’t talk like that around your mama.” He said with a grin, shaking his head and realizing he had to be more careful with things he said around her because she loved to repeat everything.

Once the two of them finished dinner he quietly made his way upstairs with Ada and the two of them peeking into his bedroom to see you resting and he smiled, shutting the door closed and deciding to let you sleep. "Let's get you in the bath and ready for bed." he said as he carried her into her room, setting her down and she bounced up and down happily as he looked for some pajamas for her to wear, setting them on the bed, smiling over at her. "C'mon, Addy, bath time." he hummed and she followed him into the bathroom. After he had given her a bath and dressed for bed, she went running into the bedroom with you, doing her best to jump up into the bed with you as you laid fast asleep. Elvis followed behind her, placing a finger over his lips to tell Ada to keep quiet. "Can I sleep with mama?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes. Elvis exhaled softly, nodding with a smile as he he lifted her up into the bed and she crawled close beside you, cuddling into your belly and Elvis slipped off his shoes and climbed into the bed beside the both of you. Ada turned her little head up to look at Elvis. “The babies sleeping too daddy?” She whispered. He chuckled softly. “Mhm.. they need sleep too.” He said quietly, which brought a smile to her face. The two of them eventually falling asleep next to you. Another hour had passed and you finally woke up from your deep slumber, opening your eyes to the sight of Ada and Elvis, she had rolled over and was cuddled into his side and her little hands clutching onto his shirt as he had an arm draped around her. You smiled at the adorable sight of them and the fact that Elvis had gotten her ready for bed.

You carefully got out of a bed wanting to capture this cute moment of them on camera. You headed towards the closet and grabbed the small polaroid camera to snap a few pictures of the two of them and then setting it on bedside table before you slipped into the bathroom, starting the shower and slipping your clothes off and stepping into the hot shower, humming softly to yourself as the water washed over you. Elvis woke to sound of the shower running and seeing you were out of bed, he smiled down to see Ada cuddled next to him and he carefully and quietly slipped out of her little grip and then tucking her into his bed before sneaking off into the bathroom, smiling when he heard your humming and he stripped off his clothes, slowly opening the shower door and when you turned around to grab the shampoo, you let out a soft shriek seeing him. "Elvis! You scared me!" you giggled. "Shhh.. You'll wake the baby." he grinned as he stepped into the shower with you, smiling at the sight of your nakedness. You blushed seeing the way he was looking at you and feeling a bit insecure about your body that as a reflex you tried to cover yourself, he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you toward him and then he slipped his arms around your waist and you smiled up at him, draping your arms around his shoulders, kissing his lips softly.

"You know I hate when you do that, baby." he mumbled on your lips. "I know.. I just.. Sometimes I feel unattractive to you." you whispered shyly. He cupped your face in one of his hands and making you look at him. "You're as beautiful as the day we met, mama. You being pregnant only turns me on more..." he said with a grin. You playfully hit his shoulder with your hand, shaking your head. "Stop it.." you blushed. "It's true, mama. I love the way your body looks.." he whispered as he slowly began to trail kisses along your neck and you captured your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling his hands run along your curves, while the warmth of the water hit up against your back. You let out a soft whimper feeling his soft lips moving their way down to your breasts, which as of lately he had given so much attention to because they were much bigger now. He slide his hands back up and squeezed and groped your breasts and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and sucking gently. A soft moan escaped your lips, trying to stop him. "E-Elvis.. W-What if she wakes up.." you mewled. He popped your nipple out of his mouth and burying his face between your breasts before he looked up at you. "She won't.. She had a long day. Now let daddy take care of you, mommy.." he hummed. His very words caused another moan to slip past your lips as you nodded. He smirked as he took your nipple back into his mouth as he played with the other between his fingertips, sucking hard the tighter his mouth wrapped around it. Your hands flying up to grasp his hair as you tilted your head back some and letting out a softer moan.

He popped your nipple out of his mouth and his hands brushed along your swollen belly, pressing soft kisses along it as he sunk down to his knees, his hands running along your thighs slowly and parting your legs, lifting one of them up and propping it around his shoulder. You inhaled deeply as you watched him move between your legs and the moment two of his fingers brushed along your velvety folds it caused a shiver to run down your spine and soft whimper to escape you. He smirked at the sight of your slick coating his fingers. "So wet for me, mama.." he said softly. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucking the taste of you off before gripping both your thighs in his large hands and burying his face in your pussy, his tongue slipping between your wet folds and finding your clit, circling around the swollen bud and flicking it between his tongue. Your eyes rolled back as you began to moan softly, one hand clutching onto his wet hair while the other pressed firmly up against the shower wall. He let out a soft groan against your pussy before he wrapped his lips around your clit and began to suck roughly on it, continuing to swirl his tongue around it and his hands tightening around your thighs. "Fuck.. Daddy..." you mewled as your hand tugged at his dark hair.

One of his hands reaching around to your ass and giving it a slap which caused a soft squeal to escape you and he grabbed a handful of your ass as he released your clit from his mouth and glided his tongue down and slipped it inside of your tight hole, thrusting his tongue in and out of you at a steady pace as his fingers rubbed your clit simultaneously and your let out a shaky moan and you body shuddered above him and the tighter you tugged at his hair he let out a soft hiss against you. "Oh god.. You're g-gonna make me cum.." you moaned softly. He shoved his tongue deep inside of you and his nose now pressed up against your clit and giving you the right amount of friction you needed as it rubbed against your clit. His hand that was gripping your ass traveled up fondle at your breasts as he continued to tongue fuck you. You let out out a whimper as your body squirmed above him, you could already feel yourself so close to orgasming, that you roughly pushed his face further against your pussy, practically suffocating him in it and he groaned loudly, loving every minute of it. A smirk formed on your lips as you shut your eyes tight and you panted softly and your toes curled and you pursed your lips together tight when you felt your orgasm wash over you and you let out the loudest moan doing your best to keep it muffled so you wouldn't wake your daughter, your legs trembled around Elvis and he kept his face buried within you as he licked up every bit of your arousal before he finally came up for air. "Goddamn, baby.." he chuckled breathlessly.

You let out a soft giggle as you blushed seeing his face a mess with your sweet nectar, and he slipped your leg off his shoulder and stood back up on his feet, he washed his face under the running water and then he crashed his lips against your own and you kissed him deeply. "Can I take care of daddy now?" you whisper on his lips. His face lit up and he smiled. "I'd love that.." he mumbled. You nodded, running your hands down his hairy chest and over his small belly, as Elvis got older he put on a few pounds, but you never minded it all, he would always be your handsome man. You smiled up at him as you slowly and carefully got down on your knees. "You'll have to help me up when I'm done." you laughed. He nodded as a soft chuckle escaped him. You pressed soft kisses against his kiss belly and along his waistline, he licked over his lips slowly as he watched you. You took his hard cock into your hand, sliding back the foreskin as you pressed soft kisses along the head of his cock and licking up his precum and licking your lips a soft "Mmm." escaping you. He leaned up against the shower wall, choking back a groan. You parted your lips slowly as you guided him into your mouth, sliding your hand down to squeeze and rub at his balls as you pumped his cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him tight as you sucked his cock, your eyes staring up at him watching him watch you with lust in his eyes and doing his best to keep his groans quiet.

"Oh god.." he mumbled as he reached down to hold your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You took him a little deeper into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and you gagged soft around him, spitting out the gathered saliva in your mouth onto his cock and then shoving him back into your mouth and placing your hands on his thighs as he started to take control for a moment and thrusting his cock into your mouth, making you take him deep just to hear you gag around him. "Shit.. C-Can you take daddy down your throat for a moment?" he mumbled between his groans. You nodded obediently wanting to please him. He grinned at your response and both his big hands resting on your head and your hands gripped his thighs as he slowly forced your head down until you made his cock disappear down your throat and his balls rested against your chin, your eyes welling up with tears as they rolled back and you choked and gagged around him, kicking your feet a bit and digging your nails into his thighs, hearing him groan loudly. "Oh fuck, you're such a good girl.." he growled before yanking your head back and his cock popping out of your mouth covered in your saliva and you coughed as you tried to catch your breath. He bit down on his bottom lip wanting to do something else, that he'd be wanting to ask for a while now. "M-Mommy, can I... Can I fuck your tits?" he asked shyly.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you wiped your mouth, giggling at the way he asked, but also surprised that it took him so long to ask after being so in love with how big they got. "Of course, daddy." you grinned as you sat yourself up on your knees and he positioned himself just enough to get himself between them as he grabbed a hold of your breasts in his hands and burying his cock right into them and with the help of the water and some of the saliva that pooled out of your mouth it was wet enough for him to thrust his cock in between them and his head hung low as he groaned loudly. "So fuckin' soft.. Mm.." he hummed. You held onto his thighs again as he began to thrust his cock faster between your breasts, squeezing them tight around his cock and causing so much friction that his eyes rolled back and his balls slapped up against you with each thrust and you whimpered softly, biting on your bottom lip watching as his cock peeked out the top of your breasts with each of his thrust. "Ah, fuck, m-mommy.. you're tits are gonna make me cum..." he whimpered and moaned. You voice soft and babylike for him. "That's a good boy.. Cum on mommy's tits, baby... You can do it.. My good boy.." you cooed as you brought one of your hands down to play with his balls. Your words and the way you teased his balls turned him on even more that it pushed him over the edge, and you could feel his cock twitching between your breasts and then spirts of his warm thick cum raining down onto your breasts and getting on your face and he groaned loudly. "Oh mommy.. fuck.." he cried as his cock slowly thrusted between your breasts until he finished and he let your breasts go and his cock falling from between them.

You licked the cum that landed on your lips and glanced down to see the mess he made on your chest and you stared back up at him. "Such a good boy for mommy." you said with a grin. He smiled widely at your words and reached down to help you back up and pulled you against him as he captured your lips in a kiss. "Thank you, mommy.." he mumbled. "Mm, thank you, daddy." you giggled. Once the two of you cleaned yourselves and hopped out of the shower, you both put your robes on and you started on your nighttime skin routine, Elvis kissed your cheek with a smile and then headed back into the bedroom to check on Ada. "I'll be right out, baby." you whispered, smiling happily to yourself. "Okay, honey." he smiled. When he walked into the bedroom she was still fast asleep and he figured she'd sleep through the night so he decided he'd go take her into her room, he scooped the little bean into arms, smiling down at her as he carried her into her room and carefully laying her in her bed and just as he did she tiredly opened her eyes, still half asleep. "D-Daddy?" she said groggily. "Shh.. Go back to sleep, angel." he whispered. She began to pout and whine softly, reaching out for him. Elvis smiled and sat beside her, combing his fingers through her hair, deciding to sing to her like he always did to help her sleep and the song he always sang was the one he sang to her the day she was born. It had officially become their song and she loved anytime he sung it to her. He began to hum softly to her which had quiet down her fussing and he gently caressed the side of her face with his hand as he began to sing quietly to her.

Evening shadows make me blue, when each weary day is through, how I long to be with you.. My happiness..

He continued to sing softly.

You finished up in the bathroom to see Elvis and Ada were not in the bedroom and then suddenly you heard his soft voice coming from her room and you walked over, quietly standing in the doorway as you smiled listening to Elvis sing her favorite song. The sight of the two of them always made you so happy. When she finally went back to sleep, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, baby." he whispered and you quickly walked back to your bedroom and then he came waltzing in after you with a smile. "I think she might actually sleep a full night in her own room." he grinned. "You really tired her out today." you laughed. He shook his head. "Me? Man, she tired me out. She's somethin'" he laughed as he went and plopped down onto the bed. You chewed on your bottom lip, you couldn't get over what a wonderful father he was and it always just turned you on seeing him being in dad mode, it just made him even more attractive, especially in that sweet moment. It could've just been your hormones, but either way you needed him. You went over to close the bedroom door as you walked back over to Elvis, standing in front of him and slowly unraveling the front of your robe and letting it drop to the floor, he raised an eyebrow and his eyes widen with delight. "W-Whatadya doin', baby?" he asked quietly. "Hush.." you hummed as you unraveled the front of his robe and pulling it back some to reveal his naked body and carefully climbed into his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him, seeing his cock growing hard once again. You smirked at the delicious sight.

You reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock and giving it a few slow strokes until he grew fully hard and then you teased his cock around your tight hole before slowly guiding him inside of you, a soft gasp followed by a moan leaving your lips, he groaned softly as he hands rested flat against the bed as he watched you, swallowing harshly and licking over his lips as you moved down onto his cock until he was fully inside of you and your walls clenching around him, prompting a louder moan to escape you. "Fuck.." you whispered as your hands rested on his shoulders, grasping him tight as you began to slowly bounce on his cock. "Baby.. oh go-" you placed your index finger over his lips to keep him quiet as you fucked him slowly. He clenched his jaw and tilted his head back as he groaned feeling your pussy tighten around him each time you moved up and down. He brought his head back up and baby blue eyes gazed into your eyes before he glanced down to watch your breasts bounce in his face and you smirked grabbing a hold of his head and pushing his face right in between your breasts where you knew he'd never wanna leave and his hands wrapped around you as he buried his face between them, groaning out softly as you continued to fuck him, stirring your hips slowly against him and grinding on his cock. Hearing his muffled groans grow louder. "Mommy.." he moaned between your breasts. He knew he wouldn't last long after what he did in the shower and you could already feel his throbbing cock twitching inside of you and him squirming beneath as his breathing grew heavy.

"Go ahead, baby.. Cum for mommy again.. Give me what I want.." you moaned into his ear as you rode him faster. He whimpered softly between his moans and his hands gripped onto you tight as his eyes rolled back and he let out a loud groan as his second orgasm of the night hit and when you felt him fill you up, you bit down on your bottom lip, moaning happily and fucking him harder until your own orgasm hit and you came on his cock, pulling at his hair and your body convulsing above him until you finished. You reached down to slip his cock out of you and you climbed off his lap and going over to slip on your nightgown as if nothing happened. You giggled softly as you saw the shocked expression on his face. "Holy shit.. W-What was that for?" he said softly. You shrugged. "I just wanted make sure you get some good sleep." you laughed as you walked back over to him and climbed into bed. He shook his head with a smirk. "Jesus.. You never cease to amaze me." he chuckled. He got up to put his pajamas on and then he slipped into bed with you, slipping his arms around your waist and resting his hand over your belly, rubbing it gently as he kissed the side of your face. "I love you so much." he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into your neck. "I love you too, honey. So, so much." you beamed as you reached over to turn the light off and the two of you drifted off to sleep.

The next day was a more relaxing day for the three of you as you decided to do a bit more work in the twins nursery, Elvis wanted to put the twins cribs together himself like he did with Ada's. You were finishing up some of the painting and Ada came running into the room and wrapping her arms around you legs and she pressed a kissed to your belly. You smiled down at her, she was the cutest little thing, she had been so excited to be a big sister. "Do you think the twins would like having some of your old baby toys, honey?" you smiled. She tilted her head up to look at you and she smiled widely. "Yes!" she squealed excitedly. She pulled away and walked over to Elvis who was sitting down on the floor looking at the instructions for the cribs and she hopped on his back, wrapping her little arms around his neck and he let out a soft groan followed by a laugh. "Daddy can you get the toys?" she asked sweetly. He nodded slowly, giving one of hands a small pat. "Of course, baby." he said softly as he carefully got up with her still on his back. "You comin' upstairs with daddy to the attic?" he asked with a smile, knowing the answer already. "No.. It's scary up there, daddy." she said softly. He laughed and carefully set her down. "Alright, little one." he grinned as he headed out of the room and upstairs to the attic to find the box of her old baby toys.

As he was looking through some of the boxes upstairs and finding the toys, he also came across an old tape of the Comeback Special and he smiled because it seemed like a lifetime ago, he grabbed the box and the tape and he headed back downstairs to the twins nursery, setting the box on the floor. "Look what I found!" he said happily, holding up the tape. You glanced over at him and smiled, seeing the tape in his hand. "What is that?" you asked. "It's the Comeback Special! We should watch it and show Ada here how the two of us met." he beamed. You giggled softly. "Oh gosh. What do you say, Addy? Do you wanna see how mommy and daddy met?" you grinned. She bounced up and down happily, nodding her head. Elvis scooped her up into arms and the three of you headed downstairs to the living room. You sat down on the couch and Elvis plopped Ada down beside you and she laid her head on your belly, you slipped an arm around her, brushing her hair with your hand as Elvis put the tape in and then sat beside the both of you as he started it. The moment it started playing and Elvis came on the screen Ada lifted her little head up in shock as she looked at him sitting beside her and then looking at him on the tv screen. "That's daddy?" she said so surprised. You laughed softly, realizing she's never seen him without his longer hair and sideburns, and he was a bit older now. Elvis shook his head and chuckled at her reaction. "I know, I was much better lookin' back then.." he said softly.

You reached over and playfully hit Elvis. "Hush, you are are still handsome." you nodded. Ada climbed into his lap and gave him a kiss on the cheek, smiling as she settled into his lap. "Where's mommy?" she asked. "She was in the crowd." he responded. "Yeah, not for long though because daddy saw me and the rest was history." you giggled, reaching over to take his hand into yours and your fingers intertwining together as he smiled at you. You let out a content sigh as the three of you continued to watch. It had truly felt like a lifetime ago since the two of you met and even though you met in the most unconventional way, little did you know that very moment at the Comeback Special your life was going to change. There was no denying that the two of you fell in love at first sight and despite the craziness of your relationship in the beginning and the fights, the two of you made it out stronger than ever. You've been married for five years, you've got a child and two more on the way, something you had never expected to happen especially with Elvis of all people. But you wouldn't trade it for the world. The 68' Comeback Special would always hold a special place for the both of you, for the revival of Elvis' career and true love that blossomed the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Just as long as I'm with you, my happiness...

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shitwillnotbegiven · 1 year

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This quote from Azriel in Acosf is most likely about Elain because it parallels Elorcan in KoA

Azriel in Acosf - Chapter 68

“You’d know if she’d died,” Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother’s chest with a scarred hand. “Right here—you’d know, Cass.”

Elide about Lorcan in KoA - Chapter 59

Lorcan couldn’t be dead.

She would know if he were dead. She would know it, in her heart, her soul, if he were gone.

And, as we know, the scene of Elide going after Lorcan on the battlefield not knowing she would die parallels Elain's rescue scene in Acowar :

KoA - Chapter 59

And then asked quietly, “Where is Lorcan?”

Acowar - Chapter 63

But Azriel asked softly, “What about Elain?”

KoA - Chapter 60

“She’ll be killed,” said Gavriel, tensing as if he might jump off the battlements and chase after her. “She’ll be—”

Acowar - Chapter 64

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.”

Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows.

Nesta said, “Then you will die.”

Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

KoA - Chapter 61

She had come for him.

Acowar - Chapter 65

“You came for me.”

Bonus :

Lorcan in KoA - Chapter 114 :

“I think you might be my mate,” he rasped.

#elain #elain archeron #elriel #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elorcan #acotar theory #elriel x elorcan parallels

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theluckywizard · 3 months

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Thirst

Art from World of Thedas Vol. 2

Summary: Commander Cullen Rutherford has had a shit few weeks. Headaches, tremors and memories dog him. His romantic hopes have crumbled. His blood feels empty and thin. With so many cares weighing upon him he's been wondering if he's still fit to serve, if he ever was. He should resign, shouldn't he? But perhaps it's not that complicated. Perhaps he's just one bottle of blue away from feeling right after all.

WC: 6,434

Relationships: Cullen & Samson, Cullen & Meredith, Cullen & Blackwall, Cullen & Rylen, Cullen & Rose Trevelyan Companion fic to Chapter 68 of my long fic In the Shattering of Things, though it is self-contained!

Excerpt below the cut: 👇

Standing across from Meredith in the sliver of piercing daylight that reflects off the bay through her narrow window, Cullen feels that same nervous itch behind his ears that’s hounded him lately. She levels a frosty gaze, handing Cullen an unexpected philter. He’d already had his customary dose this morning.

“An extra ration from now on. I need you sharp.”

She needs him. That much he knows. When Meredith’s darkest impulses reign and entire swathes of the ranks bristle at her intensifying rhetoric, the templars need to know there is still justice and temperance within the leadership. But Cullen could still reason with her and there is solace in that for those who fear her.

Cullen rolls the vial in his hand, its power a soft, cerulean incandescence. Doubling his lyrium intake is an odd move. The supply has been tight enough as it is. He wonders if he’d crossed her somehow, or whether she finds his performance substandard. The extra lyrium would calm his doubts and trivialize rest. It would make him feel bigger inside his skin. And oh how it would sing, sing like he could run on that melody forever.

He fails to hide his expression, his lips pressing into a thin doubtful line.

“You will do this for the Order,” she says evenly. Doubtlessly.

“Of course, Knight Commander,” he answers, stiff in his compliance.

Meredith eyes him expectantly. Cullen uncorks the extra ration and drinks it down. It quenches something he didn’t even know was there.

“Good,” she says. “Sister Batilde will administer the new dose each morning with the others.”

Cullen has been preparing his own philters for years from a preportioned jar of powdered lyrium that lasted a week at a stretch. He grasps blindly, wondering how he’d earned such mistrust. Earlier in the week she’d reassigned two tranquil smiths, Maddox and Pier, to an unspecified project. She’d casually shut him down when he inquired about their return to regular duties. His curiosity simmered atop a deepening pot of anxiety. And then the lyrium quieted it as it settled in his blood.

“Thank you, Knight Commander.”

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Hi,

for your prompt request.

💻 angst for Austin. There was a short lived rumour he'd perform at the Oscars. I had this in my head for months, that he'd perform the in memoriam section (what Lenny Kravitz did this year). Maybe with the beautiful Elvis rendition of BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER .

Obviously that's a daunting thing, so maybe some praise kink that leads to more at rehearsals? With whoever your comfortable with writing this but if live to read it with Polly Bennett his movement coach.

Xxx

Ohhhh, dearest Nonnie, did you give me a challenge! It took me a minute to try and get into Austin's head because I've never written him before, so thank you for your patience! 💖

I really ended up leaning into that praise kink, and this turned out waaay filthier than I intended, but 'twas where my muse took me lol. The Bridge Over Trouble Water lyrics actually were a bit of an inspiration, so the song appears more figuratively than literally. I hope it's okay that it ended up being so much smut vs. storyline, but it is Austin and Polly! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy, When Tears Are In Your Eyes, darlin'! 💋

TW: This is utterly filthy. Minors BE GONE! 18+ only! Really, there is so much SEXXX, but, like, in a sweet, subby Austin way. Panic attacks. Negative self-talk. PRAISE KINK--so much praise kink... Sub space? Not as edited as usual! Hopefully this isn't too much of a mess cuz I'm a little nervous about writing about Austin (and Polly!)...I'm definitely not an Austin expert 👀

When Tears Are in Your Eyes

The first time was a fluke. The panic before he’d had to go out and really perform as Elvis for the first time, for the ’68 Special section, was utterly paralyzing and he’d needed something or someone to break him out of his mind prison, someone telling him he was going to be okay, that he was going to do a great job, that he was good enough. Desperate times had called for desperate measures.

Baz and Olivia and even Catherine had tried help him shake his nerves, but no matter the massive amount of support and encouragement from them all, he was convinced there was no way he could do Elvis justice. That he would fail completely, not only tanking his own career, but also Baz’s, and disappoint millions of Elvis’ fans across the world in the process. To say he’d worked himself into a frenzy was an understatement.

When Polly came in, his amazing and fiery movement coach, he was convinced she wouldn’t be able to stave off this horror building inside him, this pure terror that he was a complete fraud. But they’d worked so many hours together, one on one, that she could sense something in him that he could not. When she’d embraced him and told him he was going to be alright, that everything would be fine, he almost broke into pieces at his friend’s words. He’d sniffled into her blonde hair, his Elvis makeup running, clutching at her like she was a life raft.

And then it had happened. As she whispered words of encouragement into the shell of his ear, praising the commitment he had to the role and how he was already doing Elvis’ legacy proud, he’d felt it. Unfortunately, pressed up against her in that tight black leather suit, it didn’t take long for her to feel it, too.

He was totally mortified, of course, chalking it up to his anxiousness and heightened emotions, and it sent him into another kind of panic because Polly was his colleague and his friend and oh my god, he didn’t want to ruin any of that. Whimpering in her hair, he wanted to pull away and hide even more than he had before, but she just kept breathing praise into his ear. As if he wasn’t rock hard against her.

It hadn’t taken long for his body to go off the rails, his hips rolling into her ever so slightly, the friction of those damn pants coupled with what she was saying arousing him to the point of bursting. But she didn’t flinch or move away, she just kept her arms around him tight and let him grind and whimper into her.

It wasn’t enough. He was a sniveling mess, terrified of going out there and humiliating himself, and now he was insanely aroused, his mind starting to white out, and he needed release but the dry humping just wasn’t enough.

Somehow, she’d known exactly what he needed and for some unknown reason, hadn’t hesitated in the slightest in giving it to him. When she’d popped the button on the pants, unzipping him just enough to reach her tiny hand in, he’d nearly passed out from the way she’d groped his too-sensitive cock through his underwear.

“Doing such a good job for me, Aus, always doing so good for me. Always putting in your all. You’re gonna be perfect,” she’d whispered as she pumped him expertly. His mind went blank, hearing nothing but her praise, and he surrendered quickly. Shuddering violently, he crested and felt the hot spurts of his release coat the inside of his briefs.

“That’s it, let it go, Aus. Cumming so well,” she’d praised him, talking him through his orgasm, then released him with a genuine smile, pressing her forehead to his as he tried to regain his senses.

It wrecked him just enough to break him free of his anxiety. He’d gasped in both refraction and shock and Polly had just patted his cheek sweetly and handed him tissues to clean himself up, like there wasn’t something completely bonkers that happened between them. Like she hadn’t just jerked him off and successfully made him feel like he could go out there now and be Elvis. Like his confidence hadn’t been restored by the magic power of her words and her hand.

Things had happened so intensely and fast after that with filming that he’d barely had time to think on it. When he’d stripped out of the suit and his messed underwear later that night, he’d actually laughed, thinking of the story of how Elvis had orgasmed in his leather suit as well.

How very ‘method’ of me, he’d thought with a chuckle.

He’d also been confused and embarrassed, but Polly acted like nothing strange had occurred at all. No lingering glances or silly winks. No uncomfortable silences or awkward words. Business as usual.

So, he’d moved on. It was a fluke. A moment of weakness.

Except now, backstage during rehearsals for the Oscars, he finds himself in that same completely panicked headspace for the first time since the ’68 Special. His agent had somehow convinced him to agree to singing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” during the “In Memorial” section of the show. But that was months ago, before he was exhausted from all the award shows and press and schmoozing and the traveling across continents, all the while trying not to let his grief for Lisa Marie (and the residual grief it triggered about his mom) consume him.

He is terrified. Stomach churning and palms sweating, he shakes all over, a leftover effect of those pieces of Elvis still lingering within him. Singing in front of people was never something he’d been able to do until Elvis. But even then, he’d been playing a character. It was so much more vulnerable to get out there singing as himself. In front of a room filled with the biggest names in Hollywood, in front of his heroes, and for millions on live television, no less.

No pressure or anything.

Sure, they’d convinced him to sing briefly on SNL, but that was still under the guise of Elvis and it had been only a small part of the farewell for Cecily, the focus being on her, not just him. He’d been nervous, to be sure, but it had been different. Not this. Nothing like this.

Of course, he knows the song in his sleep, it being one of his favorites to listen to while prepping for Elvis. But as much as the critics and the world loved his performance, and as much as he tries to draw upon the superstar’s confidence, he is not Elvis Presley.

His shallow and quick breaths as he waits for his turn to rehearse makes him think that he might pass out if he keeps freaking out at this rate. Forcing himself to breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, part of the dynamic breathwork he’d learned, he manages to keep from ending up on the floor. But his mind is still whirling and his stomach is churning.

You idiot, you’re just gonna go out there and embarrass yourself in front of everyone you admire. What a failure you’ll be, his inner critic berates him. Stupid fucking fool.

He can’t do this. There’s no way in hell.

Austin feels the tears prick in his eyes. Oh, good, now I’m gonna cry, too. Perfect.

It’s then that he feels the small arms encircle his waist and he knows.

He knows it’s her.

He’s not sure how Pol managed to get backstage—the security is insane—but like a miracle, she’s here. “Come on, Aus. You’re going to be okay,” she says quietly.

Gently, she pulls him back, back, back through the wings of the stage, whispering words along the way (“You can do this, hun, and will do it well. I know you will.”) and into an empty dressing room. He follows more than willingly, letting the tears free fall down his cheeks now.

He finds himself in that strange little space again where all he hears and wants and needs is her, her reassurances and praises, and she gives them liberally.

Polly gently pushes him into the room, closing the door and engaging the lock behind her. His brain is overloaded, his body buzzing with anxiety, but her words leave him wanting and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. All rational thought is abandoned, his body beginning to take over, and he doesn’t have the strength to hold himself back.

Austin steps into her, pressing her back against the door, nuzzling his head down into her neck. She lets him, her hands running softly, comfortingly, through his hair, causing a low moan to escape his lips.

“I-I-I need…please…” he begs through hiccupping little sobs.

“I know, shh, I know.”

Then, she proceeds to murmur at him all the ways he is good and talented and true. He can’t help rolling his now-aching cock into her belly, but she does not falter.

The sensations are all too much this time, even more than the first time, and he is running his hand up her bare leg and under her skirt before his mind even registers what he’s trying to do, all the lines he is going to cross. Because he has to do something, something he knows he’s good at, something he knows he won’t fail.

And by the little squeak that turns into a mewl when he reaches the apex between her thighs, the thin cotton covering her warm little sex, he knows he’s right. Slipping his fingers under, he runs them through her already dampening folds and up to circle the sensitive nub at the top.

“T-this o-okay?” he stutters out, needing to know he’s doing right by her.

“Yes, Aus, that’s perfect, oh god,” she moans breathlessly in his ear.

The praise fully short-circuits his brain, sending him into that white space where his career expectations and fears don’t touch him like they did before.

Please, please, please…is all he thinks and he realizes eventually that he’s panting it out loud, ignoring the straining in his pants because he wants to get her off, he needs to please her, and if he does, everything will somehow be okay.

He slides his fingers down through her softness, and finding her wet and ready for him, turns her around to face the door and slides two fingers into her heat, his thumb working circles on her clit. Pumping, his fingers search for that spongy spot, the one he thinks will make her keen and pleased, and when he finds it, he curls his fingertips into it.

“That’s it…just like that,” she pants, then she bucks back, her ample ass giving him some much-needed friction. The sensation is almost too much, causing him to press her into the door, his throbbing erection making him desperate.

“Oh, my good, good boy. Oh god. Oh g-god, Aus, you’re gonna make me cum,” she chokes out and it’s music to his ears, this approval and proof of his goodness. “That’s p-perfect, you’re perfect!”

Her cry couples the fluttering of her walls and the dam breaks, arousal flooding onto his hand. But her release sends his body into overdrive, and he pulls his fingers out of her, leaving her moaning. Frantically, he pulls her soaked panties down her legs and unbuckles his pants, letting them slide down and free his cock.

“Please, I-I-I…can I?” he whimpers at her.

She nods. “Yes, yes!”

He is in shambles. It only takes a second before he’s rubbing his cock between her legs, coating himself in her slick, and they both moan at the sensation.

Going into that white space, the one he only gets to when with her, all he can think is please, please, I need, I need, and it causes him to rush a little. He pushes up into her comforting and plush folds, meeting a little resistance on the way because he’s thick and she’s small but oh god, she’s so tight around him.

Through the hazy fog of his brain, he hears her pretty little gasps as she adjusts to his girth, but when he bottoms out in her wet heat, it feels too good and a fresh panic hits him. This awareness of what he is doing to her—spearing her and splitting her in two—and the thought that he might be doing it wrong or hurting her in some way has him sobbing, “Pol,” as he clutches at her waist.

“It’s okay, you’re perfect, Aus,” she moans, encouraging him. “Now move those hips, just like I taught you.”

Relief and fresh arousal floods over him. He knows this. He can do it in his sleep. Cock twitching inside her, he starts to move, rolling those narrow hips of his smoothly, precisely, just as he’d practiced for hours and hours prepping for Elvis.

Polly lets out a low, pleased groan as he does so, and it fills him with pleasure because he’s pleasing her, he’s doing it right. With each thrust, she coos at him words of praise and he eats them up like he’s starving. The terror and the trepidation are banished into the shadows, consumed by that white space, the space where he is perfect and good and doing everything just right.

He could stay here forever, surrounded by light and warmth and comfort, buried deep in his friend.

His smooth thrusts become pointed because the more she praises his work, the hotter he becomes, like he’s burning up from the inside in the best way possible. She writhes below him, pushing back into him, the sound of his balls slapping her weepy, perfect little cunt sending every ounce of blood straight into his dick.

One hand slams next to hers on the door, using it as leverage to pound into her. Deeper, need to be deeper, oh fuck, oh Jesus. The other grips desperately at her waist, anchoring himself to her so he doesn’t fly too far away into that glorious white space.

Her voice does that, too, her breathless sighs of, “Yes, yes, you’re doing so good, giving me that perfect cock so well, Aus,” are pushing him headlong to the brink.

Reaching around under her skirt, he finds her puffy clit and works it furiously, even in his blinding fog knowing he wants her to come over the edge with him. She keens and he pistons erratically at the sound.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be a good boy and come with me now, right Aus?” she pants, taking him like she was made to do so.

“Mhm,” is all he can manage, biting his lower lip and nodding. Heat floods him, overwhelming his senses as he fucks into her, needing every inch to remind him who he is. He begins to shudder when he feels her walls clench tighter around him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum again, Aus! Oh, YES,” she moans, fluttering around him, and he shatters into little pieces right behind her.

He’s too far gone to pull out, selfishly claiming her and painting her walls white with his seed. Relishing in her warmth, he clings to her in his climax, not realizing the tears of relief streaming down his face.

Every ounce of tension in his body releases. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing as they recover. She lets him linger inside her, seemingly aware of how far away he’s gone.

Eventually, the white space dims and he comes back into himself, sliding his softening cock out of her. He kisses her softly at the place where her neck meets her shoulder.

“I—Thank you,” he whispers, voice low and gravely, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to make her understand that she managed to banish his self-hating demons away right when he needed her.

She turns around and pulls his head down, pressing her lips to his forehead. “Anything for you, Aus.”

His now-relaxed body fills with warmth at that.

Finding a box of tissues, he grabs a clump, then falls reverently to his knees in front of her with the intent of cleaning her up. He pulls up the hem of her dress, revealing the short thatch of hair at the top of her pussy, worked swollen and red from him.

“You don’t have to do that, Aus,” she breathes. He can sense the blush in her voice, a modesty that was absent when she was trying to help him through his panic.

“Hush.” He taps her legs open and she relents quickly, unable to deny him. Pink and slick and bare to him, he looks up at her from below and adds, “You’re beautiful.”

She flushes pink and bashfully looks away.

His initial task to clean her abandoned, he watches in a kind of awe and pride the way his spent arousal, mixed with her own, leaks from her tight, little hole. He abandons the tissues on the floor. So entranced is he that he can’t stop himself from running his fingers through her folds and the slick.

She gasps from above, which quickly turns into a punctuated sigh when he leans forward and softly kisses her oversensitive nub. Fueled by her reaction and the deliciously musky taste of her on his lips, he flicks his tongue there.

She nearly doubles over, her hands flying into his sandy locks.

His body, still recovering from their sex, hums with pleasure. He laps at her again, and again. He can’t seem to help himself because she just makes him feel so good.

She shudders over him, trying to still his head. “Aus, I can’t,” she whines. This was obviously not part of her plan to calm him.

He smiles against her clit, then pulls back to watch as he uses two long fingers to push his dripping arousal back up into her tight heat.

The sound of her loud moan resonates in the small space as she falls back against the door, eyes closing with pleasure.

He holds there for a moment before he turns his attention back to her puffy, oversexed clit. Licking, sucking, and kissing it, he teases her. He works her into a frenzied, whimpering mess above him.

He pulls away briefly. “Am I doing good?” he asks with a hopeful little smile, still needing her approval. He scissors his fingers, sliding them in and out of her soaking and nearly-wrecked pussy.

All she can seem to do is nod frantically. That thrill of praise runs through him again.

Diving back in, he relishes the taste of her, of them, adding a third digit into her stretched hole. The noises are obscene, the squelching of their combined arousal filling the room as he fucks her relentlessly with his fingers. Her mewling whimpers let him know he’s still satisfying her. He can feel himself hardening again, but it’s an afterthought to her pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby, let me make you cum. Come on now,” he urges her.

Once he curls his fingers into that soft spot inside her and sucks on her nub just so, it doesn’t take long until she goes rigid and comes undone with a panting shudder. Again.

Austin strokes her through her climax then releases her with one last soft kiss to her mound. Then he finally uses those tissues to clean her gently. She shudders with overstimulation.

“You are too good, Austin Butler,” she gasps out.

“Promise?” he says, only half joking as they both put themselves back together.

Polly grabs him by the cheeks and stares directly into his big, blue eyes. “Aus, you are one of the best, most talented men I have ever known. Anything you choose to do, you give it your all. You will do well,” she says seriously. “Now, go out there and kick some ass for me, will you?” She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

He can’t help but grin from ear to ear, his doubts banished.

And even though he is nervous and emotional the night of the awards, he thinks of that sublime and calm white space where he is always good enough. And when he sings at the show, he gives it his all, knowing that Polly is watching.

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