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[wanderingelvis]

Headcanons for how Elvis would talk about an innocent reader to his friends and how he'd act with her in public?

Oh I just love this!! I've made Elvis have slightly possessive/overprotective traits in this!

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Pairing: Possessive!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Whilst you're not officially dating Elvis, it's pretty much an unspoken rule that you're his and his alone

Even if you're too naive and sweet to realise and you just think Elvis is just being friendly

But his friendliness still gives you those funny butterfly feelings in your tummy that you can't quite explain

He'll always pat the spot on the couch next to him for you to sit, and you'll always follow his silent command and slot in by his side

Just like the good girl you are

You're not the most chatty person when there's a crowd even though when it's just you and Elvis, you'll babble about anything that enters your head

But when the Mafia are around, or there with their girlfriends, you become the shyest in the room

And Elvis can't help but find it adorable

"S'okay baby, ain't no one gon' bite ya, well, except maybe Red, but don't you worry little darlin', I got my eye on him." Elvis will wink at you

You blush and giggle at Elvis' words, and even though the Mafia members put on a cold front, they all want to coo at how sweet you are

Despite Elvis having the biggest personality in the room, his attention will turn straight to you, whenever you need it

You often feel anxious and a little confused at the conversations that happen around you, with terms and phrases going straight over your head

You always tug at Elvis' silk shirts, whispering to ask him to explain and help you

But he'll always remind you that you're just a little girl still, you don't need to know about all those dirty, grown up things

And that's okay with you, you know that Elvis knows whats best for you

You're his oblivious little baby

So you'll go back to playing with all the rings on his fingers as he lets one of his hands rest in your lap

You never notice the stares from the other members of the Mafia

Like Elvis, they're bewitched by you, your innocence instantly apparent from the moment you open those pretty pink lips

But they know better when their boss is in love with you

It doesn't stop them from agreeing with Elvis when he talks about you though when you're not around

Really, Elvis is in disbelief that he encountered someone as pretty, sweet and pliable as you

In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if you were sent from heaven

Which means he has no plans for you to leave him

Sometimes, when he talks about you to the Mafia, he'll let his guard down among his most trusted friends

And that's when some of the more alarming things come out

About how he'll never let you go, about how you need him, you can't do all those grown up things without his help

About how he's going to dress you for your next evening event, and how he's going to do your hair for your trip back home

About how he plans to make you his and put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly

"Ain't she a doll? One day, she's gon' be walkin' round Memphis with my baby in her belly and no man's gon' dare approach her, they'll know she's mine."

But you won't ever hear about that, you never notice Elvis' protective and possessive behaviour

It just goes straight over your head, you're just grateful that you have someone that cares for you and looks after you like Elvis does

Because you're his oblivious little baby

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 • 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖

SUMMARY. Ok jack taking Rosie to the strawberry patch. She's wearing her little strawberry overall like strawberry shortcake and she's wearing a bucket hat uncle urban got her!! Love you<3

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GENRE. Fluff

WARNING. None

PAIRING. jack Harlow x reader, dad! Jack x Rosie

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AUTHOR NOTE. thanks for all the request for mini Harlow. Can't wait to write them all!

©writing by Iguessweallcrazyithinktho do not steal or repost any of my content anywhere without my consent

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It was a warm may afternoon - just the perfect day. Jack had been dying to take you and Rosie out for some family time. He had been away doing shows and interviews for months and he never got the time to be with just the two of you for a good day or two. But now he finally had two weeks off and he was going to use them wisely.

"where we going?" Rosie asked in her sweet voice. Jack looked between her in the rearview mirror and the road. "You'll see."

Rosie groaned, she was dying to know. "Aw I wanna know."

You giggled softly turning to look at Rosie. She was looking out the window trying to see if she could find an evidence of where she was being taken.

You turned back around and looked at jack. He Looked at you with a thin smile before reaching over and grabbing your hand intertwining it with his large one.

The car ride lasted 10 minutes. Rosie still couldn't help but ask where it was you guys were going. She was getting more and more cranky as jack didn't tell her.

When you got there she looked out of the window. "Where are we?" She turned to you her eyes widen.

"we're at the strawberry patch."

Rosie gasped. "Strawberry patch?!" Jack hummed and looked at Rosie through the rearview mirror. A giggle and squeal left Rosie's lips.

"come on! Let's get out!!"

"ok ok ok." You laughed along with Jack as you got out. Jack got Rosie out of her car seat.

The tree of you walked over to the entrance. It seemed to be empty which was unusual, you knew why.

"did you rent this out?" You turned to Jack. "Yeah, of course. I don't need anyone ruining our day by taking pictures."

You shook your head but laughed. Of course he did.

The tree of you were handed baskets by the staff there. rosie was bouncing on her tippy toes and giggling with excitement. She was ready.

"ok Ro make sure you stay in daddy's and I sight ok." Rosie nodded her head making her curls bounce. "Otay."

"ok. And let's put on your hat, don't want the sun in your face."

You placed the pink and blue bucket hat over her curls.

"can I go now." You laughed, "Sure. Don't go to far!"

Rosie ran off before you could finish your sentence. You shook your head turning to jack. "I knew she would love it here." He said pulling you into his side before kissing your head.

"yeah. She's very excited." Jack smiled looking at her looking through the rows. "She gets that from you." You couldn't help but nod, she definitely did.

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You and Jack joined Rosie in picking some strawberries. You spent tons of time picking the perfect ones. Whenever Jack was helping Rosie you snapped a few secret pictures hoping to post them on your finsta later.

Around the time the sun was going down you had 4 baskets full of strawberries. Rosie had dug into plenty causing her to be good through a sugar rush.

As you placed her back in the car she was babbling on and on about what she was going to make with her strawberries.

"going to make muffins, ice cream, soda, candy, Milk, take, tuptakes, everything!!!!"

You and Jack turned to each other giving each other the look. You were in for a long night

[drexmaverick]

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[yukippe]

the way c334 hits so hard EVERY time i read like the whole world is on his side....

[wanderingelvis]

Hi, I really loved your headcanons for how Elvis would talk about an innocent reader to his friends, and I was wondering if you could write an imagine or short fic going more in depth on the mafia guy's not-so-pure feelings for the reader?

I love this suggestion, I hope what I've written is okay - not been feeling the most confident in my work lately! 🧚

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Everything always manages to fly right over your pretty little head

Dirty jokes, condescending comments, telling looks

Even when someone has to sit you down and explain to you what's going on, sometimes you just still won't understand

Even though you try to understand, sometimes you'll nod along with wide eyes and those pouty lips, at everything that's being said just to try and seem like you're convincing someone, anyone

But it's what makes you utterly adorable to Elvis

And to the rest of the Memphis Mafia

You're so goddamn clueless and innocent that you instantly make anyone with a bit more knowledge than you feel special

You'll cling to them, ask them questions, listen to every word they have to say and try and understand it

And you'll make them feel like they're the most important person in the world to you at that moment

And goddamn, that's an addictive feeling for any man to feel

So it only made sense when Elvis moved you into Graceland with him and you became Elvis' little darling

And the Memphis Mafia's little darling by default

They're all infatuated with you in some way

And Elvis knows

He knows that he's got the prettiest, sweetest, most adorable little thing in the world

So he knows he ain't gonna be the only one to be blown away by you

There's a policy of "look but don't touch" when it comes to you

For no reason, other than your safety, should any of the Mafia try to get handsy with you

But oh boy, do they dream about it

They know better though, they know how possessive and protective Elvis is of you

"I catch any one of you fellas tryin' it on with my Y/N and I swear there'll be goddamn hell to pay."

Elvis tells them on afternoon

You never notice the stares from all of the men

Or the looks they exchange with each other whenever you twirl around or bend over slightly too much and your pretty little panties become exposed

And whilst as a collective, they intimidate many

How else did they get the name, 'Memphis Mafia'?

They don't intimidate you

No, in fact, you'll sit by Sonny all night during a poker game, having him explain the rules and help you with your hand

You'll ask him questions like he's the best poker player in the world all night

And he'll feel incredible because of it

You'll babble and babble at him with questions and he has to try and not laugh as he finds it just so endearing how clueless you are

But how totally determined you are to be able to play with all of the men

And when you play a great hand at the poker game because of Sonny's help, all of the big, old men will suddenly shower you with praise, making you blush and get all nervous and shy at the onslaught of attention

"Atta girl!"

Sonny will chuckle

And you giggle that angelic giggle and give Sonny a hug, thanking him for his help

Only for Sonny to be aware of the unspoken and invisible policy that hangs over your head and he catches Elvis' eye from across the poker table, and he's watching you and Sonny like a hawk

"Why don't you go show EP what you did, hey hon?"

Sonny will suggest, letting you run to Elvis who smiles warmly at you, and engulfs you in a cuddle

A cuddle that makes you feel practically giddy with delight as he effortlessly brings you onto his lap, holding your tummy with his strong arm, keeping you in place

"My clever girl."

Elvis coos in your ear as you sit in his lap, making you smile bashfully and squirm about

Many of the Mafia members watch Elvis' interactions with you and whilst they wouldn't admit it, they were jealous

So goddamn jealous

Wishing it was their laps that you would settle in

That it was the rings on their fingers that you'd absent-mindedly play with when the men were talkin' about things you couldn't understand

Wishing it was them that would end up taking you upstairs and undress you

That it would be them that you'd giggle to as they kissed your body all over

That it would be them that would fuck you endlessly and they'd hear your sweet little cries and moans all night long

Only for you to say thank you at the end

Because you're such a good girl

But it isn't them that gets to experience that, and it never will be

It's Elvis, it's always Elvis

He has your heart

But the members of the Memphis Mafia will settle for having even just a conversation with you

Because even if Elvis has you, at least they have their sinful thoughts of you

[wanderingelvis]

Hey I don’t know if your doing requests rn but I had this idea. Maybe like an innocent reader x Elvis and she broke a glass and cut herself on accident and she keeps apologizing because her dad would get mad at her for that and he has to convince her it’s not her fault. Maybe ending in smut? Whatever you wanna do I just thought it was a cool idea

Thank you for the request! I really hope you like it! 🧚

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Word Count: 2,649

Pairing: Late 60s!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of ab*se (verbal and physical)

You were a little ball of sunshine in Elvis' life. A sensitive little ball of sunshine at that. You quite often reminded Elvis of a little puppy dog, just eager and desperate for his love and attention, always looking at him with those big, round eyes of yours, filled with admiration and adoration for the big old man. 

Your love for Elvis didn't come from nowhere though, he equally showered you with affection and love from the moment he first interacted with you. He became enamoured with your playful and soft giggles and your incessant babbling that he found utterly adorable.

Elvis picked up early on that you had some underlying issues. He would notice you flinch at a loud noise or a raised voice, the way you'd instantly stop talking if someone began to speak over you, the way you'd trip over your words when any sort of confrontation would occur. He knew that there must have been something in your past that had created those behaviours and he was right.

You opened up to him about your past and your upbringing early on in your relationship with Elvis after Elvis had asked you about your childhood. You'd told Elvis tentatively, all about the tense and aggressive environment that you grew up in, and even when you'd trip over you words or start to feel anxious when recalling the events, Elvis hushed you, telling you to take your time, everything was okay and that you were his special girl now.

Since then, you'd really gone from strength to strength, you were this little diamond on Elvis' arm, charming everyone just like Elvis did, and together, you really were the new 'it' couple. 

You were so eager to please everyone but most importantly Elvis, that you would wear yourself out, trying so hard to impress him that you'd often end up becoming drowsy at 8pm, nodding off in Elvis' strong hold as he would laugh and chat with the Mafia. 

Elvis didn't mind one bit, he thought there was no cuter sight than you drifting off whilst clinging to him as if he were your security blanket or nighttime teddy bear. Once Elvis was sure that you'd be fully asleep, he'd always excuse himself from whatever was going on to carry you to your shared room and put you into bed, knowing that the worst thing for you would be to fall asleep only to be woken up by someone getting drunk and starting to holler and wake you up and mess up your routine. 

You truly were Elvis' little baby, he treated you like a princess and you truly were head over heels in love with the big, old, rockstar.

The two of you being the social butterflies you were meant that you loved a crowded house, hosting parties for any event, Christmas, Halloween, 4th of July - heck, even if it was a Friday, that would be enough to warrant an extravagant party.

And that's exactly what had happened, a lavish party in December had taken place in Graceland where the Mafia, their wives, a few fans and fellow musicians had all attended in what could only have been described as an 'early Christmas' in Graceland, with endless drinks, cigars, and laughter. 

It was about 3am and everyone had left apart from a few members of the Mafia, Lamar, Sonny, Charlie and Joe, all in the Jungle room relaxing with you nestled into Elvis' side, completely wiped and a little tipsy from the expensive champagne that Elvis had let you drink.

"Why dontchu be a doll n'go n'get us some drinks eh, Y/N? Might wanna make a start on the mess while yer at it?" Charlie laughed, nodding at you. 

You blinked a couple of times and rubbed your eyes, the excitement of the party taking its toll on your little body before you nodded, pushing your body up from where it rested by Elvis. 

"That how you talk to a little girl huh, Charlie? No wonder you're goddamn single," Elvis retorted sharply, with an ever so bitter chuckle at the end of his pointed comment, clearly agitated at some other fella telling you what to do.

See, Elvis knew that you craved praise and even more so, you were absolutely desperate to avoid any sort of conflict or trouble, so you'd always do anything that anyone asked of you. Naturally, this could lead to people taking advantage of your sweet state but that's where Elvis was perfect for you. His authoritative and dominant presence meant that people would seldom cross him just to get you to do some task they were too lazy to do. 

Elvis reached over with his cold, ring clad fingers wrapping around your tender wrist, holding you in place. "Uh-uh." Elvis tsked, making you stop in your tracks. "Don't you move baby, Charlie's a big boy, he can get himself a drink if he needs one."

"Oh, no, Elvis it's okay! Really, I don't mind, it's okay!" You said earnestly.

"I know you don't mind darlin', but you're readin' your fun little magazine, no need for you to be bothered hm? Charlie can do it himself just fine." Elvis said, just about managing to shoot Charlie another stern look.

"S'okay! I was gon' get myself a drink anyways! A hot lemon and tea, I think I hurt my throat from how much I was talkin'!" You sleepily giggled, the angelic sound quelling Elvis' frustrations, you were just so heavenly. Elvis equally knew that you'd just be sitting and feeling anxious if he kept you by his side so he released his tender grip on you, tapping his cheek with his finger, indicating he wanted a kiss from you.

You complied docilely, bending down to press a kiss on Elvis cheek, a soft giggle leaving your lips afterwards as you skipped off to the kitchen, leaving Charlie to the wrath of Elvis.

You carefully prepared the tea and got Charlie's favourite drink sorted too - an Old Fashioned, biting down on your lip as you tried to get the measurements just right! 

It wasn't until you were carrying the tray of tea and cocktails that everything fell apart - quite literally. 

The damned carpet corner wasn't properly pinned down, making you trip over your own feet just like Bambi, sending the tray, along with its contents flying and tumbling down onto the pristine carpet, the glass and china shattering  everywhere. 

You gasped and immediately your heart dropped and sheer panic set in. Your clumsiness, whilst adored by Elvis, had not been your fathers favourite trait of yours, with violent punishments incurring whenever you'd make a little mistake and those punishments had had a lasting impact on you. Obviously, this caused your body to go into automatic panic and defence as you knelt down, trying to clear up the glass and china shards before anyone that heard the accident came running through.

As tears began to pool in your eyes, making your vision cloudy and your breathing became erratic with panic and fear of being punished, you didn't even register the shards of glass cutting through the skin on your knees and the palms of your hands. 

You began to create more mess than tidy it as droplets of blood now began to drip onto the carpet as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, smudging the pretty black eye makeup Elvis had so lovingly put on you for the party. 

That's when you began to hear footsteps and you dared not look up when you heard Elvis' familiar deep Southern voice.

"Baby?" Elvis said lowly, concern lacing his voice that you mistook for disappointment.

"M'sorry, m'sorry, p-please don't be mad, p-please, I didn't m-mean it," You stuttered with a shaky, cracked voice, stopping every couple of words to sniffle as you cowered into yourself like a frightened little puppy, scared of anything that might approach it.

As Elvis' concern grew rapidly, his demeanour softened, knowing that you were now in an extra fragile and sensitive state and you needed to be treated delicately.

So that's how the big man ended up slowly walked over to you, rolling up the sleeves on his silk shirt and crouching down so that he could be on your level - even if he was still towering over you. 

"Ssh baby, s'okay, I'm not mad with you princess." Elvis hushed, reaching out to gently to push away the hair that had fallen in front of your pretty face, making sure to be as tender as he could be as to not startle you as he knew you were frightened of any sudden contact.

You flinched ever so slightly as Elvis touched you, sniffling as you tried to steady your panic, your wet lashes fluttering up to meet Elvis' concerned gaze. 

"Do ya think you can tell me what happened little one?" Elvis asked as his eyes scanned the scene, realising how badly you'd hurt yourself.

Your eyes widened as you began to recall what happened. "I-I-, um, I, tried to get the, get the drinks and I got um, um, tripped over, by the carpet, I didn't mean it, I didn't m-mean it, I p-promise!" You said shakily, panic beginning to set in again which Elvis picked up on immediately.

"Uh uh baby, you're gettin' yerself all worked up aren't ya?" Elvis soothed, and you nodded, your chest still erratically rising and falling as you hiccupped through tears. You nodded feverishly, your shaky hand wiping away snot and tears. 

"M'sorry! It was just an accident, I promise, I'll c-clean it all up, I p-promise." You whimpered.

"I know it was an accident baby, we all have accidents don't we hm?" Elvis cooed, trying to soothe you and calm you down. "Accidents happen, it's okay honey, I ain't mad, I ain't mad at all." Elvis tried to reassure as you trembled opposite him, your hands still in a bloodied mess along with your knees.

Elvis knew that your sudden panicky and frightened little state was the result of your father, beating you and verbally abusing you at any possible chance he had, particularly when an incident like this would happen. He knew that you'd revert back to the child-like state that you'd first experienced the abuse in, but he knew it was now his job and responsibility to look after you and take care of you and make you feel better and feel loved.

"I d-didn't mean it, p-promise." You mewled softly, growing calmer but still tender and frightened. 

Elvis nodded understandingly, holding eye contact with you, wanting to make it absolutely clear to you that you weren't in any trouble and nothing was bad was going to happen to you whilst you were in his care. 

"I know you didn't sweet girl. You were just doin' yer best weren't you honey? You did nothin' wrong, you were busy bein' a good girl and gettin' Charlie a drink for him." Elvis praised, knowing you needed it. "What happened to yer hands n'knees little one?" Elvis asked, pointing to your injuries.

You hadn't even acknowledged that you were hurt or bleeding, your mind far too occupied with fear. Your eyes widened cutely as you blinked a few times, realising how bad your hands really were as you held them up in front of you. Elvis watched you, his attempt to get your mind to stop panicking was working.

"I, um, I hurt them," You said quietly, your voice trailing off as you studied your hands. "They hurt." You whimpered slightly, the realisation of what had happened setting in, as well as the pain. 

"They look sore don't they honey?" Elvis observed and you nodded, successfully distracted from the internalised fear that had consumed you. "I think we need to get you cleaned up little one, make you feel all good n'better? What do you think princess?" Elvis asked calmly.

Again, you nodded, your habit of becoming ever-so-slightly more non-verbal kicking in when you were upset and scared and overstimulated. "Okay..." You replied, with the small word being all you could muster.

"Okay." Elvis repeated in confirmation with a reassuring nod. "Now, I'm gon' help you up little 'un, then I'm gon' get the fellas outta here, they've had enough partyin' for one night, then we're gon' get you cleaned up and into our nice big, warm, bed, how does that sound Y/N?" Elvis said to you gently. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat as your damp eyelashes fluttered and you scanned the mess around you on the floor. "B-But I need to clean up my mess." You stuttered.

"Oh little one, no, no this will all get cleaned by the staff who are comin' to sort out the mess from the party 'kay? Your only job is to let me clean you up and feel better, okay little girl?" Elvis said with a raised eyebrow as you sniffled and reached out for him, desperately craving physically affection from him. "Careful pretty girl, I don't wanna hurt yer pretty little hands now, do I? M'gon pick you up from your elbows, okay?" Elvis told you, standing back up before leaning down and slowly hauling you up from under your arms, making sure as to not cause you any more harm.

Once you were up, Elvis quickly dashed to the Jungle room to get rid of the remaining guys, explaining the situation to them before they all told Elvis that they hoped you were okay. They all thought of you as a little gem of a girl and they all had a soft spot for you. They were also protective of you, perhaps not as much as Elvis was, but they all knew you were a sweet girl and they all sincerely hoped you'd feel better as quickly as possible.

Elvis then carried you up the stairs and straight to your bathroom, setting you on the bathroom counter where your legs dangled and your cheeks were sticky with dried tears and smudged eyeliner. 

Elvis spent the next couple of hours cleaning you, carefully getting rid of any glass that was stuck in your skin and applying cream and ointment onto your wounds, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead every time you winced from the anti-septic. 

"Hurts." You cried as you recoiled every time Elvis applied anti-septic onto your body somewhere. 

"I know it does baby, I know it does, but you're bein' such a brave girl f'me, aren't you? That's right, bein' so brave f'me, m'so proud of you." Elvis cooed. "But this is going to make you better so you gotta keep bein' a brave girl for me, just a little bit more medicine and then we'll go to bed little one." Elvis assured.

Sweet nothings and words of comfort and praise kept coming from Elvis as he continued to clean you up, change you out of your sweet little pink party dress, put your pyjamas on for you and get you all cuddled up into bed. 

Exhaustion consumed you, overwhelming you and making your whole body feel heavy as you sank into the big, plush bed that you and Elvis shared. 

You glanced up at Elvis who settled in next to you, your big eyes gazing up at him. "Promise I didn't mean it, promise I'm sorry." You mumbled feebly.

Elvis sighed, looking down at you as he cupped your face with his large hand that had so delicately looked after you all evening. "I know baby, you ain't got nothin' t'be sorry about princess. There ain't no need to be worried little one, yer with me now baby, I ain't ever gon' be mad atchu, okay? Now, you need to rest, you're overwhelmed baby, but m'gon be right here when you wake up and m'gon make you pancakes for bein' such a good girl f'me tonight." Elvis smiled, watching as a sleepy smile crept onto your face.

"Love you." You lazily hummed before you closed your eyes.

Elvis didn't sleep until he knew you were sleeping soundly, his little sunshine.

[wanderingelvis]

maybe you could write headcanons about a reader whose really book smart but just does not get social cues. so like they read really intense big books but won’t notice when someone is flirting with them?

Oh I love this, Elvis would spoil her rotten!

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Pairings: 50s Elvis x Oblivious Reader

Elvis loves you purely because he's just never met anyone quite like you

He can never wrap his head around how you're simultaneously the smartest girl he's ever met, but also the dumbest

One second, you'll be babbling on about some Victorian novel that you're working your way through, the next you're sat there blinking adorably, confused as to why Elvis called you 'baby' when you're not actually a baby

Sometimes you'll let stuff like that that confuses you, go straight over your pretty little head but other times you'll get curious and ask questions

"M'not a baby Elvis, why are ya callin' me that?"

You'll giggle with pink cheeks from all his attention

"Well of course yer are, yer so yittle n'sweet, just like a baby."

Elvis will chuckle, admiring how adorable you look with your big eyes staring up at him

And that answer just ends up confusing you even more

Elvis loves taking you out on little dates though, whether that's to the park, the diner or the ice cream parlour

You don't really understand that it's a date date, you just think Elvis is a good friend

And a handsome one too

It's never long before your lack of understanding of social cues shines through whenever you're out and about with Elvis

He always has to step in to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself

Like when he has to run and grab your wrist, pulling you back to his side as you step into the road absentmindedly, your mind too busy looking at the pretty birds across the way

"Honey, you have got to look where yer goin', don't want my pretty girl to get hurt now,"

Or when you'll spot a friendly looking dog and you'll run straight over to pet it

And Elvis tries to remind you that you need to ask the owner of the dog if you can pet it first but you just can't help it, you just think the dogs look so cute

So you'll just end up telling Elvis all of the many facts about dogs that you know from that book you read last August, whilst he holds your hand and you make your way to get ice cream together

And even though you might have your head in the clouds sometimes, Elvis just thinks that you all the more sweeter

Having your head in the clouds also means you often don't notice Elvis staring at you and your lips so intensely when you babble on

And when you do, you don't really understand what that kind of lustful look really means

Or when his large hand with his ring-covered fingers rest on your exposed thigh whilst you're drinking the strawberry milkshake that he bought you

Or when he's able to effortlessly lift you and settle you into his lap, all the while your nose is in another big book

No, you don't understand what any of those moments really mean

You're just too busy reading and learning

You just think that Elvis is a good friend

A real good friend

[wanderingelvis]

Honey, I need a part 2 of that Elvis x Innocent Reader ask. Y'all can't leave me hangin like this lordy

I'm so pleased you liked it! It means so much! 🥰! Anyways, here's part 2!

Here’s a link to Part 1 of Elvis x Innocent!Reader for anyone looking! 🧚

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word count: 2,119

pairing: Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Things had gotten better for you recently, since you'd opened up to Elvis about the struggles you'd had in your classes, actually. You hadn't exactly made any friends, even though you were desperate to, but the teasing from the other boys and girls on set, had definitely stopped for the most part. Sure, you would see them looking at you, whispering to each other and giggling, clearly saying something about you but they wouldn't confront you anymore, and you were grateful for that.

You wondered if Elvis had spoken to someone, but you didn't want to ask, in case Elvis hadn't and asking him would put him in a difficult situation where he might feel that he should've.

You actually found the Mafia quite scary, they all wore dark clothing, would brandish guns that they had on themselves, and say words that your Momma had forbid you from ever saying. You wondered if Elvis had ordered them to say something, you knew that if any of the Mafia would ever tell you off, you'd probably run and hide under your bed and never come out again. Whenever you were around Elvis, which was a lot these days, you'd often find yourself in the company of the Mafia. Elvis could tell you were scared of them, you'd go quiet, shuffle as close to Elvis as possible and focus on whatever work you were doing, whatever book you were reading or whatever picture you were drawing - trying to make yourself as invisible as possible.

In all honesty, Elvis liked that you were scared of the Mafia, that it pushed you to be more reliant on him. He knew that none of them would dare look at you in a funny way, let alone hurt you, because they knew he was already obsessed with you, even if that fact would just fly right over your head.

But right now, you had some time off from rehearsals and you'd already run straight to Elvis' dressing room. You would always go to him, or his environment whenever you had any spare time, like he'd told you to do and like you liked to do.

Elvis was already there, looking through mockups of different outfits for his next tour. He wanted more jumpsuits, and that's what had been designed, hundreds of them for him to choose from.

You came in quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but you were greeted with that kind, friendly grin as Elvis asked you how your day was going, listening intently as you babbled away, telling him everything from the songs you were performing in rehearsal to how the door handles on the rehearsal door had been painted to white, but you preferred the old light blue color.

"M'sorry, m'talkin' a lot, Momma says that's a bad habit I got," You said softly, after realising how long you'd spoken for. You were just so happy to have a friend, you felt like no one else wanted to talk to you, so when Elvis let you, you'd talk his ear off. You hadn't realised how long you'd been talking for, but Elvis never seemed disinterested, not once. He would watch you intently, studying your face as you talked, nodding along and throwing his head back with laughter and chuckling loudly when you said something that amused him.

"S'okay honey, it ain't a bad habit, I could listen t'ya ramble on all day besides, sounds like you've had a busy day hm?" Elvis said.

You nodded, grabbing your copy of A Little Princess to read during your downtime. It wasn't the most advanced novel, but you were enjoying it. Your education hadn't been the best as a result of your mother prioritising auditions over school, but you could pick things up quickly when given the help, and you'd started reading more and more.

"Can I read in here for a bit, please?" You asked, never wanting to assume.

"Of course, little un', I'm just going through some outfits for the first-leg of the tour." Elvis said.

You got off the couch, sitting on the soft, plush, fluffy carpet, leaning your book on the low coffee table in front of you. Elvis parted his legs, and as time went on, you'd naturally lean back to sit in between them, the both of you in comfortable silence as you enjoyed your book and Elvis scanned through the outfits, every now and then lowering a piece of paper to show you a design he particularly liked, and to get your opinion on it.

After about twenty minutes, you put your book down, chewing a little on your lip, debating whether or not to ask Elvis about the incident that had happened before.

He'd never actually told you what 'give a head' meant, he'd just bushed over it and you felt a bit nervous to ask again. But you were curious, and he had said he would tell you.

"Um..." You piped up, before questioning if you really should ask Elvis. Elvis moved the piece of paper he was looking at to the side, looking down at you and raising one eyebrow, noticing you were looking a little confused and unsure.

You chewed your fingernails anxiously, your mind going back and forth as to whether or not you should bring this up. As you were thinking through your third reason why you should bring it up, you were taken out of your thoughts by a large hand, pulling your little one away from your mouth. You turned to see that Elvis was leaning down, stopping you from chewing on your nails.

"Now that is a bad habit baby, what's on your mind little girl?" Elvis asked as you gazed up at him with those big, wide eyes that could make him melt.

"It's stupid," You said before he cut you off.

"It's not stupid, Y/N, if it's botherin' ya, which it clearly is, you can tell me, I ain't gonna judge, I ain't gonna laugh, okay pretty girl?" Elvis assured.

"'Kay." You smiled sweetly. "I um, I keep hearing things on set or at the parties and I feel real stupid all the time because I don't know what people are talkin' about, like when Paulie Matthews asked me if I 'give a head' and I don't know what it means and I think it might be about being in charge of somethin' like if I'm the head of somethin' but m'not sure." You said, looking up at Elvis with nothing but innocence.

Elvis paused, he knew he'd have to tell you, but he knew it would be overwhelming for you to take in.

"Well, it's about sex," Elvis said gently, stroking your hair as you rested your back on his leg as you sat cross-legged on the floor. "Do you know much about that, honey?"

You simply shook your head, feeling a little anxious. "No but I wanna know," You paused a little, with Elvis simply watching you, not pressuring you or pushing you. This was a very delicate and sensitive topic, one that Elvis wanted to make sure was done on your terms. He knew that you could be overstimulated easily, so he would make sure he could be there for you, as slowly or as quickly as you needed him to be. "I think." You said.

"What would you like to know, little girl?"

"Um, well, I don't know really where to start really, I know that sounds stupid, but it's just a lot and, and I get confused sometimes with all of it and it's just sorta scary sometimes," You paused, fiddling with your fingers with your cheeks heating up into a pink shade. "M'sorry, that sounds dumb."

"That doesn't sound dumb, Y/N. Sex is a very special thing, so it can be scary to start with, s'only natural, little un'." Elvis assured. A small smile formed on your face as his words brought you comfort.

"How about we start with the basics? Do you know what sex is?" Elvis asked.

You nodded cutely, your head bobbing up and down eagerly, trying to impress Elvis and show him that you weren't as dumb as everyone thought.

"Uh-huh!"

"Wanna explain it to me then baby?" Elvis said cooly.

"Um, okay, it's um, well, um," You said, tripping over your words. "A man puts his thing into a lady and um, well, it makes a baby!" You said, relieved you'd got your words out.

"So you know where babies like you come from?" Elvis said with that shit-eating grin he always had, teasing you and making you giggle, covering your face a little with embarrassment.

"M'not a baby Elvis!" You blushed with a bashful giggle. "And of course I do! I really want to have a baby and be a mother." You said with keen earnest.

You'd always wanted to be a mother and be able to give all the love you had consumed inside of you to another being. Secretly, you wanted Elvis to maybe be the father, but you would never tell him that, even if secretly, he knew.

"Really?" Elvis said.

"Uh-huh! I would really like to be a mother! I think I would really like to have a baby!"

"I think you'd be an amazing mother." Elvis said with complete sincerity. He knew he was right, you were the most loving, caring and sweet little thing in the state, no, in the country.

Your heart was practically bursting, squirming about with delight. Elvis smiled, besotted with the sweet thing sat in front of him. "Really? Do you think so?" You giggled.

"Look at you, getting all flustered." Elvis teased. "But you're still a little one yourself, I ain't putting a baby in that belly just yet." He said, before he realised what he was saying.

Your eyes went as wide as a bush baby at his words. You didn't think he'd ever look at you in that way. Sure, you wouldn't really hesitate to admit you had a little crush on him, but he was the biggest superstar in the whole world who could have any woman he wanted, you never thought he was being anything but caring towards you.

Elvis got up from the couch, heading over to the drinks cart. "Want somethin' to drink, honey?" Elvis asked, pouring himself a scotch.

You asked for a Coca-Cola which he grabbed from the fridge, walking over and handing it to you as you stayed sat on the carpet.

"Doll, are ya sure you wanna keep talkin' about this?" Elvis checked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable - that was the last thing he'd want.

You nodded. You were hesitant of course, and Elvis could see that. He assured you that you could both take the conversation at your own pace, stopping as soon as you said so.

Elvis went on to explain to you what 'give a head' meant, your eyes went wide, and your nose scrunched up cutely, Elvis laughed a little at your reactions, but never patronised you. You asked endless questions, and Elvis answered every single one.

You felt fortunate to be around Elvis, he let you take everything at your own pace, which you loved as you always felt like you were a little slower to pick things up and felt a little behind everyone else. Growing up, your mother would berate you for not learning your audition lines fast enough, but despite always trying your very best, you could never quite catch up.

Elvis treated you differently though, he never rushed you, not once. When you didn't understand something, you could lean up on your tippy toes and whisper it into his ear and he would gently explain what was going on, guiding you and helping you, no matter how big or small.

"Now, I think that's enough for one day." Elvis said, placing a light kiss atop of your head. "C'mere, little un'," Elvis softly demanded, gesturing for you to join him on the couch. He opened his arms for you crawl into, cuddling you close.

He was proud of you, it was an intense conversation but you handled it well. "How are you feelin' pretty girl?"

You smiled up at him, telling him that you were overwhelmed but happy, which he understood. "How's about you tell me about your new book, little lady?" Elvis asked.

You nodded eagerly, beginning to ramble on about everything you loved about the book, what you think will happen and all the things you thought Elvis would love about it too.

Elvis watched, thinking about how cute you looked. He looked at today as a breakthrough in your relationship, he knew it wouldn't be long before he took the next step with you.

Naturally, you were completely oblivious to what he was planning, but you trusted Elvis, you knew he'd always protect you. You were his.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

The horse picture you rebloged has my mind flying! Just imagine Jack and you taking your kid to a farm and your kid just loving the horses.

Horsies

Mini Harlow series

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"daddy, I wanna see the horsies." Rosie said as she tugged at Jack's hand. "Ok, ok, hold on Ro." He laughed.

Rosie stopped and turned around looking at her dad with a frown. "What waiting for?"

"we're waiting on mommy. She's walking a little slow."

Rosie looked back to see you getting out of the car. She had enough of you walking slow. She had places to be and things to see.

"mommy hurry. We see the horsies!!!"

You and Jack laughed at the energetic girl. She has always been a fan of animals. She loved going to the zoo and aquarium just too stare at them for hours. Even though she's seen many animals she had yet to see a horse, so she was extremely excited about this.

"ok I'm here." You took Rosie's other hand and the three of you began to walk over to your friends farm. Instantly Rosie pulled you over to the horses.

Jack gently held her back from the horses just to make sure they wouldn't hurt her.

"you like the horses bug?" He asked her. She nodded not looking away from the animal. She had a huge smile on her face as the white horse leaned down and nibbled on her hand. Jack grinned as he watched her babble to the horse. Nothing made him more happy then seeing his baby happy.

"mommy, you know what we need?" Rosie said suddenly with wide eyes. "What do we need baby girl?" You asked looking down at her.

"we need carrots."

Rosie began to walk over to the stable owner and ask her for carrots for the horse. She was always so confident and independent even at her little age.

"she's so adorable." Jack said looking at you with a smile. "Yeah, she gets it from me." You said sarcastically with a laugh. Jack rolled his eyes, smiling. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him right after he placed a kiss on your forehead.

Rosie came back over to the two of you with the carrot in her hand. She went right back over to the horse and began to give it to them. Jack took that opportunity to pull his camera out and take a picture to post on Instagram later. When the horse ate all the carrots Rosie walked back over to you both.

"mommy, daddy I wanna ride the horsie!"

"I'll sign you up for lessons." Jack said instantly. He loved spoiling her.

Rosie began to jump up and down shouting yay.

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JackHarlow I think I got a little veterinarian on my hands

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Hiii, I wanted to request something for the jack Harlow series. Where Jack, Rosie and you go to picnic and as you guys get there rosie runs to find your guys favorite tree and rosie plays around while you and Jack talk after awhile you both hear a cry as rosie comes and hugs jack hiding her face in his chest and when you ask her what's wrong she whimper saying she had gotten hurt and Jack goes all dad mode. Sorry if this is long and confusing ❤️

FALLING • JACK HARLOW

GENRE: fluff, angst

PAIRING: dad! Jack harlow x reader

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It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, the weather was warm, and there was barely any people out. Because it was a great day jack decided he was going to take you and Rosie on a little picnic date. He knew you loved doing picnic dates; when it was just you two he used to always take you on them. It's been a while since you both been on one, so he decided to do it and bring Rosie along.

Rosie was excited. She had absolutely no idea what was going on, but she was happy to be going somewhere with you two. The whole car ride over to the park she babbled on and on about her excitement causing you and Jack to smile at each other. She was too adorable sometimes.

When you arrived at the park, jack got Rosie out of the car while you grabbed the basket and blanket from the trunk.

As you gathered the things you could hear Jack mumbling something to Rosie.

"are you excited to be at the park?" Rosie squeaked out a yes before jack put her on the ground beside him. He let out a laugh as he shut the door.

You walked over to them both. "You guys ready?" They both nodded. Jack took the basket from your hand giving you a few hand so you can hold Rosie's hand. The three of you walked over to the open park; there were a few trees in the park, but one in particular is where you were going.

On yours and Jacks first date you both sat under this big tree and curved your initials into it. In the moment it held no meaning, but now, 7 years later, it did. It was crazy how far you both had came you always thought.

"ok, here we are. Our tree."

You laid the blanket out on the grass. Rosie had already started running around the tree, giggling and laughing to herself.

"I love her so much." Jack said with a chuckle. You both sat down on the blanket and began pulling out your food.

"yeah. Crazy how she has so much energy all the time." You took a bite out of your sandwich and looked at jack. He smirked at you making your face heat up.

"what?"

"nothing." Jack sighed out. "I think it's just crazy how far we've gotten. I remember coming here when we were younger and just sitting her in this spot talking about random shit with you. I always thought you were the one for me and I was right."

You felt butterflies interrupting in your stomach. Before you could respond you heard the sound of a soft cry coming from behind you.

You and Jack turned around to see Rosie walked over to you both with her hands over her eyes as she cried into them.

Jack went full on dad mode when he saw that.

"bug what's wrong?" Jack Cooed, picked her up. he looked at her for any visible signs of any injury's but he saw nothing - thankfully.

"I fell." She mumbled as she pressed herself into Jack's chest.

"where did you fall? On your bum?" You asked her. She shook her head no and pointed to her knees.

"oh I'm sorry." Jack softly said to her right before he placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You gotta be careful you know."

Rosie whimpered, she buried her face in his chest.

"hey, Ro, I got something that'll make you feel better." Jack chirped. He reached into the basket and pulled out a thing of cupcakes. Rosie peaked from Jack's chest and saw them. Her face lit up at the treats she rarely got.

"tuptakes?!"

Jack laughed at her words. "Yeah, cupcakes."

He opened the package and handed her one she took a bite out of it and let out an aggressive mhm making you and Jack laugh.

"is it good Mamas?" You asked her looking at all the frosting on her face. She nodded taking another big bite out of it. "It's yummy!"

[yukippe]

killua and gon will just say the most insane things to each other and then move on like they are twelve and have never had friends their age (or at all for killua) before and just think this is normal bestie behaviour. kings u are in love. 

[yukippe]

mutuals are a disease (affectionate)

[yukippe]

what if i made a ghibli server

[yukippe]

wu has known sokka since he was a kid and used to follow after sokka like a lost puppy because he thought sokka was the coolest thing ever and sokka had to suck it up because wu was a kid and then when wu is older sokka still rmembers him as the annoying kid who maybe kinda grew on him so he still can’t be properly mean to him 

[yukippe]

PLEASE add me on pocket camp i want to go into the quarry but all of my friends have been inactive for months :sob:

[yukippe]

i did just make an entire pjo girls server just to never use it ;)