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elvisalltheway101 · 4 months

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••••••••Rest On, Darlin’•••••••

summary: Reader has been having just a hard time at work. Feeling overwhelmed and unmotivated, and when Elvis visits, he sees his baby in action. He decides to treat her for the night, because after all she is his baby doll.

Author’s note: so for showing the utmost support and even the little replies and comments makes me giggly, I’ve decided to write this little drabble for @jhoneybees. I hope you get enough rest and everything runs a bit more smoothly for ya soonly!

Author’s note: so I assumed like a waitress, and I’m sorry if you ain’t happy with this or it seems like not your typ-a thing. I really didn’t know how to describe the feeling…but I tried! So just go on and tell me if you’d like it different and I’ll be happy to rewrite it!

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It’s overwhelming. Customers all seem to be a grumpy mood because they’re all hungry and tired. It’s not your fault. The chefs’ are all working at a snail’s pace, and you can’t help but just feel as if you’re the slow one here.

You huff as tears well into your eyes. You try to blink them away, looking up at the ceiling and only praying to whatever heavens in that damned sky right now to help.

As you try your best to get orders out, tapping your fingers along the tray while waiting on a meal for a family. A voice cries out from Table 3, and you immediately whip your head to it. Trying to keep your feet up with your head, it’s as if time slows.

“Coming!” You called out, but it’s almost as if your vision slows and blurs. Turning your head at the fastest rate when the chef calls and rings the bell because the meal is ready. So much is happening, yet, it feels like everything is in slow motion and your head whirls. Being in the middle of two people both calling and ringing up, you can’t take it anymore. Trying to shuffle back into your right mind as you decide to go back for the meal, only to be called louder from the needy table.

Your head spins and burns when you flutter your eyes close for a split second. Opening them up to see how fast and efficient the other staff seem as they maneuver around, with a tray in their palm and walking around serving. What you should be doing. Instead of trying to get your head into the game, and serve the family.

You don’t even know it, but tears run burning paths down your dry cheeks and you let out a soft gasp. When another waiter walks almost close to you, you catch a glimpse of your reflection on a metal shot cup. Your eyes widen when you see light gray streaks of your mascara trailing down to your jaw, and you immediately bury your face into your hands.

Without taking your face out of your cupped hands, you try to blindly walk around to the restaurant’s bathroom. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you gasp and hiccup, bumping finely into a broad, firm chest. You stumble backwards, and you take a whiff of air into your lungs.

Oh wait, you know that scent. That spicy, but sweet cologne.

Your eyes widen as your hands slide from your face to your side and you look up to meet his eyes. Those bright and loving eyes, that has a worry in them.

“Baby, w-what’s the matter? W-why my pretty girl crying?” He furrows his brows, while wrapping your tired, and overwhelmed frame into his. You can only hiccup in tears, and clutch him tightly. Burying your face into his chest and letting out blabbes and mumbles that no one can make out.

He smiles softly, calmly cupping your cheeks and then pulling your face up to meet his. Leaning down to press a warm kiss to your cute nose. “C’mon, doll, ah know you can talk to me right. You’re a big girl, I know ya can.” He encourages and whispers softly.

You finally take a deep breath, easing your breathing as you nod and lean your forehead to his shoulder. “M-m’it’s too much. I-I feel like I-I ain’t doin’ anything right, a-and I-I’m like a turtle! And-“ you begin. You would’ve finished but he pulls you out of the doors, letting you feel the cool fresh air to your damp cheeks.

“C’mon, baby, breathe a real nice breathe do me. Okay?” You nod slowly and you try to, as you hold onto his large hand tightly. You look up at him, and he runs his large thumb onto your tear stained cheeks. “Want me to do it with ya? Is that it?” You nod vigorously, not able to talk right now.

“Okay, sounds good. Okay, ready? Deep breath in.” He starts, looking into your eyes and waving his hand in as if he’s demonstrating what he’s doing. And it’s helping. You breathe in with him, and hold it. “Now, breathe out.” His southern drawl shushes you and you nod slowly. Closing your eyes and tilting your chin up into the cold air and letting out a large breath.

“There ya go, big girl. I’m proud of you hun.” He smiles gently, and he hugs you to his chest. He hums and wraps his arms around your shoulders, rubbing your arms and warming you up. Pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “baby, c’mon, call off work and then let’s go get something. How does that sound?”

Before you can protest, he smirks and shakes his head. “Better yet, I’ll call off for ya.” Holding a light grip to your shoulder, and then peeking his head into the warmly lit restaurant. He calls out when he makes eye contact with a staff, “she’s off the clock.” Without even hearing a response, he ducks his head out and giggles to you, “okay, well that’s taken care of.” He holds you to his soft side and rubs your hair with those large but gentle hand of his. Leaning down to bury you the top of your head in sweet candy kisses, you forget completely and fall into his arms and love all over again.

“Ya gotta be gentle on yourself, darlin’. Don’t wantcha to get tired and all tied up, ya hear me?” He says as he pops his head up and looks straight ahead the cool and chilly sidewalk ahead.

You sigh and shrug, muttering, “elvis, I’m not some baby, I can handle it. Tonight…was just not my night.” You hum out and lay your head on his arm while you two walk down the cold and empty cement. He snickers and shakes his head, bringing his other hand to pinch playfully and gently at your nose.

“ah, that’s where yer wrong. Yer my baby. Now c’mon, let’s get to the car and I’ll drive on home where you can rest on.”

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I hope you enjoyed! And I’m sorry for the wait

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