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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year ago

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Tennessee Orange

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician, RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, You, Original Female Character

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2407

Summary: I met somebody, he’s got blue eyes.

Tags/Warnings: Young Love, Established Relationship, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Leaving home, Baby Boy Elvis, 1950s Elvis, Comfort, Song Fic, Tennessee Orange // Megan Moroney, Idk what football teams where around in the 50s so lets just lend some artistic license to it k?

Notes: Oh to have a whirlwind romance with baby boy Elvis

This is linked to Die From A Broken Heart

ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

I was nervous, the knots in my stomach growing tenfold with every passing second and every unanswered ring of the phone. It wasn’t that I’d been waiting long but I’d built up my nerve and it was losing momentum the longer the call went on. Not to mention how the idea of my daddy answering the phone sent me into a cold sweat.

Fortunately I didn’t have to worry much about that as when the line clicked on it was my mother's soft voice that answered, ‘hello?’

‘Mama?’ I asked.

‘Darlin’ is that you?’ she said with a smile in her voice.

‘It’s me,’ I said and though my nerves hadn’t completely vanished they dulled as I allowed the comfort that only a mother's voice could bring to wash over me.

‘Well isn’t this a surprise,’ she chuckled, ‘we figured we wouldn’t hear hide nor hair of you for a least another couple of days.’

‘I got a spare minute,’ I mumbled as my nerves amped up once more. She was right given that the moment I had touched down in Memphis my thoughts of home seemed to vanish and they probably would’ve stayed that way if I hadn't been forced to make this blasted phone call.

‘How is it going?’ she asked.

‘Good,’ I said which technically wasn’t a lie. I was having the time of my life here but that wasn’t what I had called to talk about. My mother however didn’t seem to grasp that as she continued to ask, ‘are you girls having fun?’

‘Yeah, actually-'

‘Behaving?’ she mused.

‘Yeah, Mama,’ I said attempting to get to the point only to find she once again beat me to the punch.

‘Because I won't have you putting Betty out you hear me? You’re a guest in her home-‘

‘I know,’ I said hoping I could nip whatever rant she was going to go into in the bud.

‘Because-'

‘Mama I’ve got some news,’ I said, the words tripping out of my mouth without permission though they seemed to do the trick as she fell quiet on the other end. I fell quiet too, my heart hammering in my chest as I realised that there was no way I could back out now.

‘Oh?’ she said. It wasn’t an outright question or even a statement but it was enough to know that she was waiting for whatever information I was going to lay on her.

‘Yeah,’ I said hesitantly, ‘it’s important.’

‘Oh,’ she said again and I was stunned at how she could keep her tone so even. How she could make it that I couldn’t sniff out anger or happiness alike. How she could remain unphased whilst I was sitting on the other end, knots in my stomach as well as the phone cord I had taken to twizzling around my finger the moment the call began. How she didn’t betray her feelings as I did when I rushed to say, ‘but you can't tell Daddy! Not yet anyway.’

Only then did I hear her falter, a hefty sigh escaping her lips as she asked panicked, ‘What is it? Are you okay? Oh Lord please tell me you are not in some sorta trouble.’

‘Of course not! You know you raised me right,’ I protested feeling a warmth in my cheeks at the thought of her picturing whatever mess I’d gotten into.

‘Well then, what is it?’ she asked.

‘Mama…I met someone,’ I mumbled.

‘Oh,’ she said softly and though it was nothing more than a word I could sense the emotions in it because it was one of surprise.

I didn’t blame her of course. She had sent me to spend time with my aunt and my cousins not to get involved with boys but it wasn’t as though it couldn’t happen. And suddenly my protests of her having raised me right reared their head because if she had I wouldn’t have been keeping him a secret. I wouldn’t have kept his existence in my life on the fringes. They would’ve gotten some inkling of what was coming.

‘You remember the boy from summer I told you about?’ I asked hoping that if she recalled my having mentioned him, if only once, it would make me feel less guilty.

‘Elvis? The singer guy?’ she said making my heart flutter at his mere mention, ‘the one whose concert you and June went to?’

‘That’s him,’ I agreed feeling slightly better that at least he hadn't come totally out of the blue as I carried on explaining, ‘Well, we’ve been talking and writing all the time since and well…Mama he asked me to be his girl.’

‘Well,’ she said before she paused for a moment causing my emotions to buy another ticket for the rollercoaster they were currently on until she said, ‘That’s good. What’s he like?’

‘Oh he’s amazing,’ I said, the damn finally breaking as all the happiness and love I’d been terrified of admitting to spilled out, pouring from me and down the phone line in gushing sentiments, ‘I’ve never met a boy like him before at all. He’s sweet and charming and handsome. I mean you should see his eyes, Mama, he’s got these gorgeous blue eyes I swear could hypnotise ya.’

‘Well he sounds quite the guy,’ she said in the way that mothers do. The way that makes you wonder if they’ve ever felt that way before though at some point they must’ve otherwise you wouldn’t even be here to be feeling it yourself.

‘He is,’ I said trying not to feel embarrassed by my gushing and rather to see them as an aid in making her see just how much I loved him.

‘Well I’m happy for you baby and don’t worry about your daddy, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it,’ she said and for a moment I forgot about all the worries I’d had about telling her. She was happy for me. And if she was happy it would only take some cajoling from her to get daddy on board which was why I had ventured to tell her first, to lay the groundwork for any further conversations.

‘Doubt it he’s a Vols fan,’ I giggled.

‘Oh Lord help you,’ she mused.

‘I know! Actually, he took me to a game the other day, he even got me wearing that horrible orange jersey,’ I teased making her laugh.

‘So long as you don’t bother learning the words to Old Rocky Top I think your daddy will survive,’ she said.

‘I won’t,’ I promised though as her laughter died down my nerves crept back in. I’d gotten lost in the conversation, lost in getting her on board with the mere idea of Elvis that I’d forgotten that wasn’t why I was calling.

‘Mama?’ I asked earning a hum from her that signalled she was listening, ‘that’s not all.’

‘What is it?’ she asked in a voice so earnest I could picture her sweet face, plastered with confusion waiting for whatever bombshell I was about to drop. And once again I felt the need to defend myself as I rambled, ‘you gotta understand. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I don’t think I ever will for anyone else.’

‘Baby what is it?’ she said hesitantly.

‘Well Elvis’ singing career is getting real big and he’s doin’ real well-'

‘Okay,’ she murmured.

‘Which means he’s all over the place workin’ which is why when we have seen each other I’ve always had to come to Memphis and well it's not gonna get any easier or at least it doesn’t look like it will what with him doing so well-'

‘Honey you’re rambling,’ she said stopping me in my tracks.

‘He asked me if I’d want to move here…to live with him,’ I said quietly unable to gauge any reaction before I whispered, ‘and I said yes.’

And with that she fell silent meaning that all the nerves I had alleviated with her happiness came flooding back only ten times worse. I could picture her now, trying to work out how to dash my dreams but to do it in a way that didn’t break my heart entirely. That had been why I had been scared to tell them because I worried they’d ask me not to. And I couldn’t do that because when Elvis had asked I had said yes without question and though it was a big change I knew it was what I wanted with my whole heart.

‘Oh baby I don’t know,’ my mother said quietly.

‘Mama I know it's soon but I promise you he’s a good guy. And it's not like I’d be on my own. Betty’s here in Memphis and he lives with his whole family so it’s not like it’s just us. And they're all so sweet to me you’d really like ‘em,’ I said hoping to reassure her. Hoping that if she saw that I’d thought about it thoroughly she’d see it wasn’t as bad as it sounded on paper.

‘But it's just so far and you're so young sweetheart,’ she said.

‘Not that young,’ I said feeling a pout fall on my face as though I was a kid who’d acted rashly when that wasn't the case at all. In fact, I’d been chewing on the idea for days.

‘Young enough,’ she countered and with that, I felt my sorrow turn to irritation.

‘As young as you were when you married Daddy,’ I refuted feeling immediately guilty as I realised it was a dirty move, ‘besides it ain’t like there’s much waiting for me back in Crawford.’

‘What about your family?’ she bit back making the guilt hit another level.

‘Mama don’t be like that,’ I sighed.

‘I’m not being like anything you’ve just told me you want to run away to live with a boy you barely know, one that your daddy and I haven’t even met!’ she said heatedly.

‘Well, what if you meet him?’ I said hoping the conversation wouldn’t spiral any further. I hadn't meant to hurt her with my words but I could tell that she was hurting anyway. So I tried to compromise, I tried to offer something that would make her see I was happy, ‘how about you come to Memphis and meet him and his family? I swear you'll see this is good for me I promise.’

‘Why don’t we talk about this in the morning?’ she asked cutting me off.

‘But-‘

‘Look I just some time to think about it okay? To think about what I’m gonna say to your daddy,’ she said quietly.

‘You’re saying it can happen?’ I asked trying desperately to pick apart what her words meant.

‘I’m saying you're a grown-up. I can't stop you and I won't,’ she said, ‘but if it’s what you want…’

‘It is,’ I said.

‘Then we’ll figure it out,’ she said, ‘it’s just a lot you have to understand that.’

‘I do Mama,’ I said, ‘but I promise this is good for me. I know once you meet him you'll understand.’

‘You're probably right,’ she said, a tad flatter than I’d hoped. I could hear her moving now, no doubt itching to get me off the line. A suspicion that was confirmed as she said, ‘Look your daddy will be home soon. I should go.’

‘Okay,’ I said trying to sound as understanding as possible.

‘Okay,’ she replied, ‘I love you.’

‘Love you too,’ I said quietly.

‘Bye.’

And with that she was gone, the line going silent as I slipped the handset back into place. As I thought about it all I flopped back on the bed exhausted by the mix of emotions flooding thought me. I supposed it could’ve gone worse. It wasn’t the best it could be sure, but she could’ve said no. She could’ve told me I had to come home which would only leave me heartbroken, not by the prospect of leaving Elvis, but by the fact that I would choose him, I knew I would.

I knew how it looked. I knew I must sound crazy to move hundreds of miles away from home for a boy I had only just met and that as my mother she had every right to be concerned. But as my attention was pulled to the door where I found Elvis poking his head around it, a lopsided grin coming to his face as he found me splayed out on the bed, I knew her concerns weren’t warranted. Because as hard as I had fallen for him he had fallen for me just as much.

And though we could try to do long distance it wouldn’t be the same. I'd be stuck moping around Crawford, my days spent waiting for him. At least here I was in his world and that world was one I never wanted to leave, because no matter how mixed up I was feeling at that moment everything felt okay because he was there.

‘Hey,’ he said coming into the room and sitting next to me.

‘Hey,’ I replied as I pushed myself up, looping my arm through his as I placed my head on his shoulder.

‘Everything alright?’ he asked with concern making a small smile come to my face.

‘Yeah,’ I murmured, ‘just got off the phone with my mom.’

‘Ah,’ he said understandingly, ‘how'd it go?’

‘Could've gone better,’ I admitted, refusing to look up though I felt him glance down at me. It was true, it could’ve gone better but I supposed it could’ve gone worse too and for that I was grateful.

‘You told her I was a Vols fan huh?’ Elvis asked making me giggle, his own hearty rumble soothing against my ear. Though as quickly as my laugh came it went and he must have heard the deep breath that came from me as no sooner was it out did he put his hand on my knee, providing me with comfort I could never repay. Comfort that only continued as he said, ‘They’ll come around.’

I smiled, wondering how on earth he always knew just what to say.

‘I hope so.’

He ain't from where we're from,

But he feels like home, yeah,

He's got me doin' things I've never done,

In Georgia, they call it a sin,

And I still want the Dawgs to win,

But I'm wearing Tennessee orange for him 🧡

ELVIS TAGS

@girlblogger2002 @sania562 @caitlin1996 @literally-just-elvis-fics @notstefaniepresley @artlesson8892 @18lkpeters @velvetelvis @jaqueline19997 @elvispresleyxoxo @amydarcimarie @presleyenterprise @everythingelvispresley @elvispresleywife @lillypink @richardslady121 @lettersfromvenus @louisejoy86 @ccab

#my writing #elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis fic #Elvis Presley fic #tennessee orange #song fic #halloween challenge #halloween challenge 2023 #halloween

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alexluvsskittlez · 2 months ago

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I haven't made an into in months so uhhh..

HI EVERYPONY!!! my name is Alex, you can also call me Sam, Zoe, or Binoo

I'm 14 years old, my birthday is April 23rd

i am an artist, animator, content creator, and I'm learning how to sing :3

I'm audhd and dyscalculic (idk if i spelled that right sorry)

my special interests are Paramore and my ocs

I am currently hyperfixated on Emily Armstrong

I am PARAMORE'S #1 FAN!!!!!!!

i am a PROUD SELFSHIPPER!!!!

BYI:

I am Emily Armstrong's #1 defender (sorry haters XD)

I have the worst sense of humor on this planet

i kinda fw some rpf ships some of them being people who aren't actually together sorry. I'm respectful about it tho 😓

I usually don't think before I post so if I post something wrong please let me know

idrgaf about proship discourse and it's not something that I like involving myself in. I generally don't care what people ship but I still think shipping illegal stuff is weird as hell

I get pissed really easily but I promise I'm nice

bands/artists i like (warning, its a LOT):

Paramore, pierce the veil, linkin park, mcr, Hayley Williams, pinkshift, meet me @ the altar, silverstien, fall out boy, green day, bring me the horizon, p!atd, la dispute, lemon demon, sunny day real estate, Will Wood and the tapeworms, Will Wood, asking Alexandria, not enough space, get scared, the used, Owl city, mitski, Florence + the machine, stomach book, she wants revenge, Weezer, picture me broken, rites of spring, halfnoise, isles & glaciers, dead by sunrise, black veil brides, system of a down, limp Bizkit, silly goose, dead sara, scary kids scaring kids, alesana, femtanyl, the cure, modern baseball, foxszn, 3drinkz, yellow card, vylet pony, american football, boygenius, Avril Lavigne, millionaires, Kesha, s3rl, 3oh!3, attack attack, brokencyde, and waterparks.

shows I like:

smiling friends, steven universe, gravity falls, murder drones, madoka magica, the owl house, amphibia, clone high, invader zim, eddsworld, spooky month, inside job, pelswick, tadc, toopy and binoo, mlp, and the ghost and molly mcgee.

movies i like:

the final riot, steven universe the movie, atsv, itsv, the fnaf movie, mean girls, juno, the tamagotchi movie (i think there's actually multiple but I'm specifically talking about the anime one made in 2007), toopy and binoo the movie, and mlp the movie

games i like:

splatoon 2, fnaf, minecraft, animal crossing, mario kart, castle cats, pjsekai, nintendogs, roblox, regretevator, cart ride into 17 pregnant hyenas (rip </3), baldis basics, and ddlc

youtubers i like:

Kurtis Conner, Danny Gonzalez, Drew Gooden, funkyfrogbait, bredrawz, flamingo, benoftheweek, sinjin drowning, cybernoop, dantdm, stariaat, lovely lor, juj, and penguinz0

musicals i like:

mean girls, be more chill and Hamilton (I'm still getting into musicals so if you have any recommendations please tell me!!)

titles I gave myself (probably not necessary but idgaf)

Paramore's #1 fan

Pim Pimling's spouse

professional Pim kisser

#1 tell me how listener

#1 misadventures fan

#1 Emily Armstrong defender

tamagotchi dad of 3

spinel and mars' parent

#1 laika's comet fan

#1 class of 09 the flipside hater

#1 mip hater

worst dancer in history

other stuff I like (some are fandom related some aren't):

alternative subcultures/fashion, laikas comet, homestuck, warrior cats, tamagotchis/digital pets in general, mid-late 2010s animation memes, old internet stuff, space stuff, and animals

dni:

basic dni stuff uhh, people who are 12 and under, people who harass proshippers (yeah they're weird but harassing them is no better than being one), Paramore haters, Emily Armstrong haters, and those 4chan femcel self proclaimed problematic mfs. other than that i just block freely.

other socials:

ig: alexluvsskittlez

youtube: alexluvsskittlez

sketchers united: alexluvsskittlez

newgrounds: alexluvsskittlez

deviantart: pixelisgay

spotify: Pimkisser69420👽🙏

ermm that's all BYEEE!!!

#paramore #piercetheveil #linkin park #mcr #smiling friends #steven universe #gravity falls #im not adding more tags

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verstpn · 3 months ago

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f1 isn’t as enjoyable as it used to be and it’s partly because of the delusional ‘fan fiction’ personalities that people project on the drivers. i think people need to realize that they are all different in closed doors and all have mutual respect and understanding for what they do on and off track. why are we dragging out beef from something that happened 2 years ago? not to mention the babying drivers get when something doesn’t go their way. wake up! they’re all over the age of 20! they have all been driving for several years! they understand and know that this sport is unpredictable! it’s a sport, and i don’t see any other sport being treated like how f1 does in terms of fans.

i'm hesitant to generalise, but i agree with your point anon!

i love rpf, and reading how others perceive drivers is something i really like, but i feel as though sometimes wires get crossed; like you said, some, but not all, formula one fans have a tendency to project rpf characteristics onto the drivers themselves, which is detrimental for a number of reasons. i've had a number of conversations about what exactly is defined as parasocial in a sport where so much emphasis is placed on fan engagement (dotd, social media, etc); it should raise eyebrows that total strangers are attempting to coddle a driver they barely know.

these are adult men. whilst the show of support would be enjoyable, in excess i'm sure it could quickly become infantilizing. i noted that lando norris received an outpouring of excessive affection and support around the time he made a fuss of piastri "snatching" his win; i don't see hockey players, rugby players, american football players, etc. being treated the way f1 drivers are, especially after a loss. drivers are allowed to be petulant, but for fans to feed into it in a manner that suggests they know them (they don't) is something i'm on the fence about.

i agree that the older grids didn't have to emphasise public perception so much as drivers do now- whatever public opinions were formed about drivers, they were formed through watching their racing, not reading fanfiction of people they've barely heard of. am i saying fanfiction is a bad way to get into the sport, no! am i saying it creates false perceptions of the drivers, especially for newer fans? yes.

#give me an inch on this shit and i'll take a mile #like i said in a sport where so much emphasis is placed on public perception. how much is too much #pit talks #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #classic f1 #anon asks

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odericevertz · 4 months ago

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excerpt from the odericevertz summer offseason fic i’m working on atm. rpf below the cut

Yours was better, he texts Declan after the match is over, sitting in SoFi Stadium’s locker room, the American football team logo emblazoned on the wall across from him nightmarishly bright. Doesn’t say anything else. Scrolls up, instead, through their chat history: pictures, most recently of a gorgeous golf course in the Irish countryside. A few mirror shots of Declan in the gym that Kai had peered over his shoulder to look at. Bukayo fast asleep on the floor in front of the Playstation. Kai in a state of near-heatstroke, sprawled out on the turf with his eyes closed.

He’s not expecting Declan to come online. The chat stays silent, his own cursor blinking up at him. Martin shoves his phone into his duffel bag and starts packing up: slides, towel, an ice pack that’s long since gone damp. He’s almost done when Kai pokes his head into the room, hair still matted to his forehead.

“Coach is leaving soon,” he says. The urge to peel his hair back and straighten it with his fingers never gets any less intense for all the times it strikes Martin, but he resists; Kai’s mouth is curled downwards at the corners in the way it only does when he’s frustrated. He arrived two days ago with the Gabis, came on tonight for Martin in the seventy-first minute, a mediocre performance, a missed penalty. He’ll be quieter than usual for the rest of the night, Martin knows, turning it over in his head to think about what didn’t click this time, but he knows his worth well enough that Martin won’t have to lean over from the other bed and make sure he’s actually asleep instead of staring at the ceiling wallowing in self-doubt. They’re no longer the same people they were nine, or six, or even three months ago: losing clarified Kai, lent a sharper edge to his movements, his thoughts, his purpose. Something harder behind his eyes that Martin wants to see put to the sword.

“Yeah,” Martin says. Gets up, and goes.

#ki.fic #trying to finish it before the season starts but ughhhh there is literally no way that’s happening #would be perfect though because it spans from end of 23/24 to the leverkusen match……#sigh. odericevertz i miss you

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magical-oppas · 8 months ago

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I was tagged by @481boxboxbaby thanks bestie <3

Who is your favorite driver?

Ohhh I can't really pick between Max or Carlos but if you put a gun to my head right at this moment my answer would probably be Carlos.

Do you have other favorite drivers?

Oh yes, I am very bad at "solo stanning" (that's a kpop term but you get what I mean)

My faves are Max, Carlos, Charles, Lando, Oscar and Yuki

Who is your least favorite driver?

Its just my personal preference to never answer this question because I just find it unnecessary to put it out into the world. Of course there are drivers I do not like and I do occasionally bitch about them, I just prefer to that privately to my friends :)

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

Both, its just in the nature of the sport isn't it? You have a team but there is so much talent on the grid that I feel like one does oneself a disservice by limiting it to only the two drivers on the team one cheers for.

If you like teams what teams do you pull for?

Ferrari. I'm really basic.

How long have you been into F1?

I have been properly aware of it since 2022 but I didn't start following it, as in watching every race, before 2023.

What got you into F1?

I have always loved sports. I'm a big football fan (the real one, not the American one) and I absolutely ADORE figureskating so I was already primed to love it.

The story is basically that me and my fiancé, then boyfriend, really wanted to have something to root for together. We both love football but I'm a Barcelona fan and he is a Real Madrid fan, you see the issue. So he said

"Babe, I think you would love F1. Check out this Netflix show so you are up to speed and then we can watch it together. I wont tell you what team we like, you will see that there really is only one correct team and driver to root for."

So I did. I gathered all my snacks and prepared myself for a binge watch. I fell in love with the sport around halfway into the first episode. I finished it and happily went to report back to my love. This is the exact conversation we had

"So, you picked the correct team and driver right?"

"Ofc! You were right it was so obvious. How can one NOT like Max? He is fantastic!"

"...Babe"

"...Yeah?"

"I like Lewis Hamilton."

"Fuck."

The end<3

Do you enjoy fic/rpf?

I don't mind it. As long as people are not weird about it, like actually believe that their ships are true or tell drivers about ao3, I don't see the issue.

How do you view new fans?

I mean, I'm new. Can I really have an opinion on this?

If I can have one then it is that you are born knowing nothing. You have been new to everything in life at some point. It is just part of our journey as humans. Stop being mean to people for not knowing things.

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

HAAS. For shits and gigs you know.

Are your friends and family into F1?

Other than my fiancé I have two irl friends who really love it. My poor mother is forced to listen to my ramblings so she knows a lot but she finds the sport pointless.

And then obviously all of my online friends and my F1 mutuals on tumblr<3

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

ALWAYS

There is not a single question, opinion or random thought someone has sent me here on tumblr that I haven't cherished. If you are hesitating about becoming my friend here is your sign. Send me the message. Send me the ask. I promise you, I will never EVER find it annoying. If you can't tell by the length of this post, I really love to yap, and I really love to yap about F1<3

Tagging @1337wtfomgbbq @norribobs @charlalos

And if this just happens to be on your dash, you are now tagged by me<3

Of course there is no pressure to do this

#tag game #jesus this got long #but i have so much to say!!!!#F1 #Formula 1 #mint talks

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unis-trash-stash · 11 months ago

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Omg hi Dak Prescotter

#uni art #Dak Prescott #nfl #national football league #American football #football #Dallas cowboys #my art #furry art #furry #national furry league #nfl rpf

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protect-daniel-james · 1 year ago

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Look I think we all know the weirdest. So what was your favourite? And your first?

I'm not that sure about the weirdest! I think Unai/football pairing makes a lot of sense, and there could be more written about it, and I think I wrote weirder (in the sense of cringeworthy, pointless) fics haha.

My favorite... hmmm. The Stands of Villa Park for its novelty as I mentioned in the previous ask. Never felt so much alike because it gives me a chance to explore the fucked up relationship (with a bit of piss kink), which I like. From the old ones, I remember being very proud of His although I haven't read it in ages since I'm afraid it will ruin the perception I have of it as the perfect Rakidrić fic. Oh, and definitely Strangers in the night, because it's very random, but I just felt like writing something angsty about Souness and Keane being so deep in the closet.

My first fic ever was probably a crack fic about Karl Marx/Friedrich Engles lol. But it wasn't serious stuff. Maybe Hamilton/Laurens thing - which I wrote BACK IN 2011 BEFORE ANY HAMILTON MUSICAL EXISTED. It was basically a story of how Hamilton sees Laurens' ghost before his duel, and Laurens "leads him to the afterlife" lol. It was very sappy and bad. I also wrote a Lewis/Clark thing. I just loved American history at the time. I sort of revisited this once I got back into American history through Hamilton, in Let's fade together, let's fade forever. I wrote a couple of historical RPF back in the day (I studied history and enjoyed all the possible ships from it). And actually, my first football slash wasn't even the Rakidrić Madness one! I wrote one in Czech which I posted on my old blog (which doesn't exist anymore), and it was a Ferenc Puskás/Sándor Kocsis one (the two of them cuddling up close when they learn about the occupation of Hungary in 1956, when they're abroad with the team). Yep, 1950s footballers going wild, lol. It still might be somewhere.... I'm not sure I want to find it though. But the first one on AO3 is Madness, the start of the Rakidrić madness.

#myfics #thank youuu

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dangerliesbeforeyou · 1 year ago

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ok so i spent yesterday looking through and collecting data from ao3's rpf (real person fanfiction) collection (for no reason other than 'i was intrigued' lol...)

and i thought i'd go through some of the interesting finds!

(this is probably interesting to nobody but me but hey when has that ever stopped me lol!)

starting with a disclaimer that this is a judgement free zone! i may make a few jokes about things from time to time on here, but i am firmly of the 'ship and let ship' mindset so no hate meant in any of this at all lol <3

first interesting fact is that kpop is the highest rpf tag (with over 650k works!!), bts are obviously the boy group with the most fics, with twice being the highest girl group!

speaking of girls... so for every category i tried to find what the top f/f ship was and for a couple of the tags (most notably actors and music), the top f/f ships were actually male characters (which confused me until i saw the additional tags were genderbend and genderswap lol)... there are also a lot of fandoms where the top characters when you take out m/m ships is actually original female characters (or reader)!

unsurprisingly, taylor swift is the solo artist with the most fics written about her (many shipping her with various celebs, both men and women), but what i found interesting is that there are 140 of her songs and albums that are featured in fics, which is more than any other musician's work (even hozier lol!)

other music tag info is one direction as the non-kpop band with the most fics, with larry stylinson being the top ship (no one is shocked at this) and the highest rating being explicit! which is a bit surprising since most of these fandoms have either general or teen and up ratings as the top one... the only other umbrella rpf fandom that has explicit as the top rating is actors... oh and porn (duh)

my chemical romance deserve a mention as the band with the most fics under the rock music tag (and in the bandom tag), with gerard as the top character (good for them!)! queen also rank pretty highly, with a lot of the fics being specifically linked to the 2018 film bohemian rhapsody rather than specifically the band themselves (so it's like... rpf of rpf lol?)

i think the beatles are the oldest band/musician to have a lot of rpf about them but it's honestly a little hard to tell so don't quote me on this... they are also at the top of the 60's music scene, where the rolling stones take 2nd lol...

the rpf section that i went into the most blind was the sports tag, since my knowledge of sports is .......... yeh that's about all i know lol

men's football and hockey have a similar number of fics each (a little over 30k), though the top character in the sports tag is max verstappen who is actually a racing driver so ??? confused noises lol

anyway idrc about the men (this is a joke ofc @ men i love you), what i DO care about is that women's football (and this is specifically the soccer kind not the american lol) has the highest femslash fics, and i looked up tobin heath (who was the top character in this section) and lemme just say that i Get it lol...

wwe and formula 1 are some other sports that have a significant number of fics in the, filled with people i've never heard of before pfft... i will say that most of the sports have general as their top rating, except for hockey which has explicit (i feel like theirs some kinda joke i could make here about playing with sticks but i'm not gonna lol... especially since most sports already play with balls so?)

anyway enough about sports lol, let's return to something i'm much more comfortable with: youtubers!

youtube is actually the 2nd most written about category (next to kpop, with nearly 280k fics) with minecraft youtubers (the top character being tommyinnit) being the most written about!

what i found most fascinating about this is that 8 out of the 10 top ships in this tag are platonic (and 1 is actually just the 'no romantic relationships' tag lol... the top ship overall is still a slash pairing, but it's still interesting that such a big fandom has mainly platonic pairings!)

also even though the phandom have nowhere near the amount of fics as minecraft youtube, i found it kinda funny that there are (as of writing this) only 95 more fics featuring dan than phil (essentially saying that literally nearly 99% of the fics feature the both of them lol... phandom really said 'co-dependency' and i respect that lol)

moving on to actors, which i expected to have a lot more fics than it does given a lot of rpf involves the actors of characters in popular fictional ships (i mean there are still a lot, over 130k lol...) and supernatural takes the crown of having the most fics of this category! j2 is the top ship, though the 3rd top ship in the actors tag is actually tom hiddleston x original female character! i think because of this british actors are the highest subsection of actors, followed by chinese actors!

i think i did expect the chinese actors to have more fics, but i'm guessing the smaller number is because of the whole xiao zhan ao3 drama from a few years ago... wang yibo x xiao zhan still make up the most popular ship, plus there are plenty of other c-dramas and other chinese shows that have a big number of fics that don't fall under the chinese actor umbrella tag (so the number probably would be a lot larger if i went through and counted them... but i'm not gonna)... similar thing with thai actors, which only has a couple thousand fics in the tag, but there are a whole lot more fics dedicated to rpf of specific actors on specific shows (from a quick glance i think tharntype and kinnporsche are a couple of the highest fandoms? but i didn't go through everything cos i'd already been doing this for a few hours and i was getting sleeeeeby lol...)

one thing that intrigued me was the british comedy category (which is the top comedy category lol! we did it lads we finally came top with something!), where would i lie to you and taskmaster were the top fandoms! david mitchell was the top character and, kinda bizarrely imo, david x charlie brooker was the top ship (i feel like i'm missing some kinda big thing in the british comedy fandom ngl lol... but like really? you ship david with charlie brooker when robert webb, his actual comedy partney, is RIGHT there? or even lee mack i'm ??? ok ok i'm getting off topic pfft...)

oh greg davies and alex horne are also a popular ship in this category ofc (though they have less than 1000 fics lol!)

the final umbrella category of rpf that i could find was historical, which is the tag with the least amount of fics (under 20k), with alexander hamilton and various other american specific historical figures making up the bulk of the popular historical fics (these are mainly tired to the musical hamilton btw)!

the top characters and ship when narrowed down to just the f/f of the historical tag is mostly original female characters btw!

there are also fics of other public figures, like politics, porn, journalists and chefs, and probably the most intriguing facts i found from this section are that hillary clinton is the most popular character in the 21st century us politics section, joe biden and donald trump are the 4th most popular ship (with the reoccurring additional tag of 'crack fic' lol), and though it isn't in the top stats, when i went into the pundit and journalist tag the first few fics to pop up were ben shapiro x matt walsh explicit stuff which was... uh... interesting lol

final thing i'll note is that i stuck mainly to ao3 for this because though i know places like wattpad have a large rpf collection too, but it's so bloody HARD to find data about fics on that site pfft... though i think one thing that would be shown by looking into wattpad's rpf community is that whereas ao3 has a lot of shipping content (obviously), wattpad has a lot more reader x celebrity (but like take this with a pinch of salt since i've not actually done the research for this part pfft...)

anyway i hope you (all 0 of you) enjoyed this rambling take on the data i found on ao3's rpf collection lol!

i know people get really weird around rpf, but i just genuinely find it SO interesting how diverse the range of stuff people write about!

#honestly idk what to tag this pfft...#statistics #rpf statistics #ao3 stats #rpf #rambling #i've not put it into like a proper data list because i just kinda wanted to ramble about it pfft #i think all the stuff around the youtube section was what surprised me the most ngl!#anyway uh yeh i spent way too long on this when i should probably be trying to do some art pfft...

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stripedstarsblueflags · 4 months ago

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i feel so high school (au) pt. 3.A: galex

watched the race late, had a small heart attack, projected my mental cacophony on tumblr and now i need to take a creative scuba dive so anyway here are some high school aus for my fav f1 rpf ships and an exploration of who knows how to ball, and who knows aristotle

(based off american high school setups cause of the song… honestly just getting silly with this one)

water polo!george/mathlete! alex: george knows how to ball, alex knows aristotle. i’m basing this one a little bit off my own high school (way back when) because when it came to sports we were almost complete obsolete, like the laughing stocks of the district because our funding to performance ratio was so ridiculous. but one thing we could absolute SMOKE everyone else in was water polo. we were the 2023 max verstappen in water polo.

so anyways this high school is dominant in any sort of aquatic sport. george plays water polo, he’s not the best on the team but he’s also on swim and he’s by far the fastest. the other sports aren’t too bad, but the frat boy/party king vibes are more limited to like football, basketball, etc. because there’s an elitist aura around the aquatic teams. they’re respected because of how much clout they earn for the school but they do sort of act like they’re above everyone (george included) so they don’t have a lot of popularity points within the student body.

for those of you who don’t know, mathletes is a math program in american schools (i’m assuming it’s only american) where the best mathematicians in the school actually compete in tournaments and competitions like a sports team. alex has always been a gifted kid, not valedictorian but outperforming a good portion of his class, but the area where he’s an absolute prodigy is math. he was taking grade 10 courses when he was 14 and he only got better. he’s really shy and doubts himself a lot, he talks too much when he’s nervous and because kids can be cruel he’s been called out for that more than once. he tends to overanalyze how people are reacting to him and overcompensates by being as quiet as he can, drawing almost no attention to himself. he feels the most comfortable doing math-related challenges and competitions, even if it involves public speaking, because at least it’s logical and formulaic and there’s a definitive right-or-wrong answer.

meet-cute? towards the end of the year, both teams (water polo and mathletes respectively) have gotten far enough in their own series that they’re both traveling more and more for events. it’s a small town, so they often end up going pretty far. one week the place for the mathletes’ next round is less than forty-five minutes farther than the water polo game, so to be efficient the school puts both teams on the same bus, dropping off the water polo team first. cue the most AWKWARD school bus ride ever as one half is chattering over each other running equations and practicing formulas and the other half is bored out of their minds and very much exuding “ew get me away from the nerds”. george and alex end up sitting together because alex needs to be at the front because he gets carsick. right away alex is super self-conscious being away from the people he actually knows and he’s scared he’s going to embarrass himself by being sick and the water polo team is being too loud around him so he’s just sitting stone-still trying to have a really discrete panic attack. george is the only one who notices.

he manages to sort of talk alex down eventually, not even mentioning the anxiety just starting light conversation and getting his mind off the nausea. and george is a really good listener, he’s the only person alex has met in months if not years who will listen to alex talk and not get impatient with him no matter how off-topic he gets. so they end up forming this surprising but enjoyable little connection on the bus until finally they get to the competing school where the water polo match is. everyone has to get off because they need to refuel the buses so the two groups have about an hour of lunch time and just hanging around before they split, george and alex spend most of it together with george buying alex a meal and alex spending the whole time like ???? cute guy being nice to me ??? WHA until at some point george is like “hey wanna go for a swim?”

and alex just turns sheet white and looks like someone’s threatened to strand him in the middle of the ocean and he’s goin “nononononono!!” and george gets confused and a little insulted and he’s like “come on mate what’s the big deal? i’ll let you borrow some clothes, come on it’ll be fun” putting a little bit more pressure than he should until alex straight up leaves in the middle of the conversation and hides on the bus even before it’s ready to go.

both teams lose that weekend. when they go back to home turf alex sits in the back of the bus, doesn’t talk to anyone, eventually does get sick. finally after a few days of trying to get back to normal at school george seeks out alex trying to apologize and also find out what he did wrong, and alex has been beating himself up over the tournament and embarrassing himself and he’s not sleeping trying to review the mistakes he made and he’s more vulnerable than he needs to be until finally he tells george: he can’t swim.

#f1 #f1 rpf #formula 1 #galex #george russel #alex albon #gr63 #aa23 #rpf #in over my head(canon)#you know how to ball i know aristotle #so high school #high school au

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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The Girl He Left Behind [Part Seventeen]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 5997 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: I want them to fck so bad but getting there is hard work ololol

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Addison shivered in her coat, pulling it tighter around her shoulders. She didn’t particularly long to be sitting outside in the winter chill of the back yard but he didn’t want to miss a second of time with Elvis even if that meant watching him play football with his friends in the bitter wind.

The past week had been quite a challenge. Since they had finally gotten together they had been desperate to spend every waking moment with the other, and for the most part they had been able to. People seemed to accept that whatever crossed word they’d had was now forgotten and Addison slotted back into the entourage without question. However, just hanging out together wasn’t exactly the contact they were yearning for and whilst there were a lot of lingering glances [and wandering hands when no one was around] their contact just one on one was pretty limited. Elvis was a busy guy, so it meant that the only time they got alone, truly alone, was late at night. Which is why every night that week Elvis had made some excuse to his family and friends about needing space. He’d gone from spending every minute of the day out of the house to holed up in his room though unbeknownst to his family he wasn’t alone. Of course they had those that knew but even so they were being overly cautious. It only took them letting their guard down a little bit for it to lead to slipping up.

But it was hard. When they were alone they could do everything they had been longing to do for months yet around people they had to act normal which wasn’t easy. Especially when Elvis was running around in front of her looking windswept and athletic. He was a leader on the field, strong and commanding in a way she’d never seen that was getting her hot under the collar. She’d never felt like this before and though he had yet to take it any further than kissing it was though a switch had been flipped inside her. He looked over as they re-huddled, throwing her a dazzling smile that made that switch turn on like a light bulb. Addison flushed dark crimson and dropped her gaze to her lap making Marci chuckle.

‘What?’ Addison asked suddenly feeling defensive. ‘You two are cute you know that?’ Marci smiled. ‘We’re not doing anything,’ Addison protested, glancing about to make sure they weren’t in earshot of anyone. ‘Sure you’re not,’ Marci said rolling her eyes. ‘He just looked at me,’ Addison said. ‘Like you’re the only person here,’ Marci giggled. Addison however didn’t. In fact, she felt a little self-conscious at her friend’s words. Were they really that obvious? ‘I guess,’ Addison said noncommittally as she looked back to the field where the boys were now back to playing. She sat there for a moment before she excused herself under the pretence of grabbing snacks and sodas for everyone before she disappeared into the security of the house.

She went inside and grabbed a soda from the fridge, leaning back against the counter as she thought about her friend’s words. She wondered if anyone else had picked up on their behaviour or if Marci was just more attune to their actions because she was already in the know. Addison felt that they’d done a good job at returning to normality without it seeming stiff or over friendly. Perhaps Marci was just reading into things.

She took a sip of Dr Pepper and then placed it on the counter so she could check the fridge. Mary had the day off but the boys were like bottomless pits on a good day never mind when they played football so Addison had taken charge of making sure they were fed and watered. She was just counting up the number of sodas in the fridge, ensuring there was enough for everyone outside without her having to trek down to the basement when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her. She jumped, spinning around to find Elvis laughing at her panicked expression.

‘You scared the crap outta me!’ she said as he continued to chuckle at her. ‘Sorry,’ he said with mirth as she rested her hands against his chest. He was warm against her cold fingertips and his hair was slicked back with sweat against his forehead. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be playing?’ she asked glancing towards the door as if they were going to be caught at any moment. ‘I’m allowed a break aren’t I?’ he said, ‘besides ain’t no fun in it when you’re not watching.’ ‘Oh so this is all for me?’ she smirked. ‘Well I’m not doing it for my health,’ he quipped as he leaned down to kiss her quickly. She allowed him to but he didn’t miss how abruptly she pulled away her eyes darting to the door.

‘What?’ Elvis said, Addison frowned. ‘Nothing,’ she lied. ‘Addie,’ he said warningly. ‘What if someone sees?’ she asked biting her lip. ‘They won’t. Red won’t let anyone in the house,’ he said though she still didn’t look convinced, ‘that’s not all is it?’ ‘It’s just…Marci got me worried,’ she admitted. ‘About what?’ he asked. ‘That we’re y’know…obvious,’ she said sheepishly. ‘Nah,’ Elvis said stroking her cheek when her worry didn’t shift, ‘the boys would’ve told me if anyone was saying anything and besides I’ve practically been a boy scout these past few days.’ ‘Oh sure,’ Addison snorted. ‘Hey, if you knew how many times I wanted to grab you and kiss you you’d know how restrained I’ve been,’ Elvis said. ‘Maybe that’s the problem,’ Addison said making him look at her confused. ‘You lost me,’ Elvis said.

‘I don’t know…’she sighed, ‘I get we have to be careful, and I don’t wanna tell anyone yet either…’ ‘But?’ Elvis said ‘But I’d like a minute just us. One when we’re not wondering who’s gonna come through the door or if someone might see us…y’know? I mean we can’t even have a proper first date and I know it’s better this way but… I guess I’m torn.’ ‘Between shouting it from the rooftops to keeping it to ourselves?’ Elvis asked. Addison looked at him with a sad smile as she nodded gently. ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘you get it right?’ ‘I get it, I do and believe me I want nothing more than to show you off…we just gotta wait a little. For when the-’ ‘The times right I know,’ Addison said with a smile. Elvis watched her as the cogs turned in his mind trying to get an idea into place. She could see him mulling it over but before she could ask Elvis said, ‘leave it with me.’ ‘What?’ she asked confused. Before he could respond there was movement outside the door making Elvis drop his hands from her waist, moving across the kitchen as Marty came in. The distance they had put between themselves seemed to be enough of a cover as Marty didn’t even seem to notice they’d been talking.

‘Hey Addie, Marci said you were getting some sodas for us?’ he said coming towards her. ‘Yeah why don’t you help me. I don’t think I can carry everything,’ she said smiling at Elvis sympathetically as their conversation came to an end. Elvis returned it though as he headed to the door he looked at her, throwing her a wink as he mouthed, ‘trust me.’ With that he ducked out of the door leaving her with Marty who had gone to the fridge and started pulling things out. As she loaded a tray with drinks and snacks she couldn’t help but ponder what he was on about.

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‘Stop pacin’ would ya,’ Red grumbled, ‘you’re gonna wear a hole in the carpet.’ ‘I’m nervous, sue me,’ Elvis said snarkily though he did slow down his redirecting his nervous energy into one foot which he used to nudge the edge of the bed skirt beside Red’s legs. ‘It’ll be fine,’ Red said, ‘I mean we’ve thought it through to the Nth degree-’ ‘But-’ ‘And no matter how it ends up she’ll love it whatever,’ he interrupted, standing up from Elvis’ bed before adding in an Addison-esque voice, ‘oh Elvis you shouldn’t have.’ ‘Shut up,’ Elvis smirked, shoving him hard. Red took up a defensive stance to which Elvis immediately responded. They were facing off, palms bared to one another ready to attack. Red dove forward to tackle his friend but Elvis was quicker and took him around his middle, knocking him off balance, though as Red headed towards the floor he swung his leg out taking Elvis’s feet from under him meaning they ended up collapsed in a heap on the carpet.

‘That was a dirty tackle,’ Elvis said as he pulled off his friend’s body. When he looked up though he found Addison in the doorway watching them both amusedly. ‘I’m sorry am I interrupting?’ she giggled as Elvis leapt up, smoothing out his shirt and pants as he came towards her. ‘Nah,’ he said, ‘only interrupting Red stupidly thinking he could get a jump on me.’ ‘So you’re gonna pretend your ass wasn’t just on the ground?’ Red said as he climbed up off the floor too, straightening himself out. ‘Barely and like I said it was a dirty move,’ Elvis said. ‘Sure it was. He loses one time and he resorts to blatant lies,’ Red said looking at Addison and shaking his head in mock annoyance. ‘You wanna go again?’ Elvis said putting his hands back up. ‘Nah, I wouldn’t wanna embarrass you in front of your girl,’ Red said, ‘what do you think Addie? Think I could take him?’ ‘I think if you two don’t stop bickering like an old married couple we’re not gonna get anywhere at all,’ she said with a smile. ‘Avoiding the question,’ Red mused. ‘No, she just knows I could kick your ass,’ Elvis retorted. ‘Hmm sure,’ Red said continuing to tease his friend. Elvis shoved him through the door into the hallway following him as he went. As Red headed downstairs and out of view Elvis stopped and grabbed Addison by the elbow so he could spin her towards him and press a tender kiss on her lips making a tingle run through her entire body.

Since Sunday they hadn’t managed to spend much time together but he had assured her that come the weekend he would make it up to her with a date night. She knew it wasn’t going to be exactly like the date night she envisioned but it was out of the house and with as few people as possible which was better than nothing. Having other people around meant it was less conspicuous than being on their own. Getting spotted by fans whilst out and alone together was one thing but getting spotted by reporters? All hell would break loose.

As they headed downstairs she realised that whilst she knew who was coming with them she didn’t know what they were actually doing so she said, ‘where are we going?’

Elvis looked at her for a moment, contemplating whether or not to tell her before he smirked and said, ‘you’ll see.’ ‘Oh come on,’ she grumbled. ‘Uh, uh,’ he said. They were outside now and Red was waiting in the El Dorado, the engine echoing a gentle chug around the desolate grounds. Elvis walked down towards it and opened the rear door for her which she walked towards but when she got there she stopped looking at him expectantly. ‘Not even a hint?’ she asked. Elvis shook his head making her sigh, ‘fine, but if it’s something dumb Red won’t be the only one tackling you tonight.’ ‘That I can get on board with,’ Elvis smiled. Addison climbed inside and he shut the door behind her, opting to sit in the front seat before Red headed down the vast drive towards the gates which were busier than usual since it was nearly the weekend. School was out and the kids of Memphis found themselves with nothing better to do than to clammer around the gates waiting for a glimpse of Elvis. As they opened people crowded around and Elvis rolled his window down so he could talk to them and Addison shrunk back in her seat. Being in the back meant she was virtually unnoticeable, a fly on the wall, but the flashes of the cameras were enough to make her nervous. She just hoped no one was paying attention to her.

It seemed to take longer than usual today though she wondered if he was taking his time on purpose in the hopes of deterring some of the fans from following them wherever they were headed. Eventually Red told him they needed to get a move on and Elvis offered his apologies to the downtrodden fans who were still left waiting, hoping for a morsel of his attention. As Red and Elvis chatted Addison watched as the throng of people disintegrated into the backdrop of Memphis as she tried to figure out where she was being led. They weren’t going the right way for the Memphian or the roller rink, the latter of which was something she thanked her lucky stars for. She had made an extra effort tonight and she doubted a pair of clunky skates were going to accentuate her look. Downtown came and went meaning they weren’t headed for Beale Street either. Whilst she rattled her brain trying to think of where they were going Elvis glanced back at her and chuckled.

‘You’re gonna give yourself a stoke from thinking that hard,’ Elvis said. ‘Well if someone wouldn’t keep secrets,’ she challenged. ‘No need to,’ Elvis said gesturing to the enormous billboard approaching on her side of the car that read ‘Bellevue Drive-In Movie Theater’. As Red pulled into the vast lot she looked around. It was only half full of cars and to one side of it were a couple of makeshift buildings that seemed to be for refreshments and bathrooms but the rest of it was barren except for a large screen directly ahead of them. They were stopped as they entered so a surly teenager could ask for the admittance fee but he didn’t keep them long and soon enough Red was headed down a long line of cars pulling in beside a familiar white one. Sonny was leaning against it, cigarette in hand though he stubbed it out on the floor as they pulled in. As Red parked up and climbed out to head to him Elvis looked over the bench at her.

‘What do you think?’ he asked. ‘I love it,’ she said with a smile. ‘I know they’re nearby and I’m sure I saw a couple of cars follow us here from the house so we’ve gotta be careful but we’re somewhat alone…’ ‘Elvis I love it,’ she reiterated making him smile. ‘Good,’ he said clambering over the seat until he was sitting on the bench beside her, ‘now we just gotta figure out how to get something to eat without being spotted.’

After some debating Addison and Sonny volunteered to go and get refreshments and as they walked down the valley between the cars Elvis watched them go until they’d disappeared out of sight. He tried to ignore the niggle of jealousy inside him as he watched her laughing and joking with his friend. After all he wasn’t jealous of them because he knew they were nothing but friends but still the situation stung. It wasn’t fair. He wished he could do things as simple as that with her. To not have to worry about who might see and what they might say. Why was it so hard when being with her felt as natural as breathing to him? He longed to show her off. To say screw you to his critics, his fans…the Colonel and yet he couldn’t.

‘You alright man?’ Red said from where he was leaning against the door of the car, having a smoke. ‘I’m good,’ Elvis said. Red nodded and flicked his cigarette onto the floor trying to seem as casual as he could though Elvis could tell he was scouting around and assessing the situation. Since Red had elected to park at the edge of the lot they were mostly out of the way of prying eyes and the Lincoln added an extra layer of security too blocking them from view even more. It also didn’t hurt that there was a winter chill in the air meaning there were fewer people out tonight which would make their plan for later easier.

As Addison and Sonny reappeared Red headed towards the Lincoln as planned followed by Sonny once he and Addison had divided up their spoils. She climbed into the back of the car to find Elvis sitting there waiting for her.

‘I didn’t know what you wanted so I got you a hot dog,’ she said offering him the foil parcel. ‘Thanks,’ he said taking it from her. She sat beside him but didn’t face him and instead looked out towards the screen. As Elvis tucked into his food she sat there, suddenly unsure of how to act. They were alone now but the thought of someone seeing them was still there not to mention she could feel the occasional glances from Sonny and Red which only added to her nerves. She couldn’t believe it. After longing for this she felt out of place, like it was harder somehow. Even when they were just friends they were closer than this now it felt stiff and formal.

After scarfing his hot dog down he looked up and seemed to notice her apprehension though it was obvious from the way she was picking at her own food instead of eating. In an effort to make her feel more at ease he casually threw his arm on the back of the seat, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on her shoulder. That seemed to settle her, even more so as the movie started and the floodlights that were illuminating the lot turned off plunging the theatre into almost pitch black. She could barely see who was who in the Lincoln which reassured her as there was no way anyone would be able to make them out from a few cars away and as the film rolled on she relaxed, her hand migrating to Elvis’ thigh which he noted immediately especially when she turned to rest her body against him, her head on his shoulder.

He couldn’t believe how ‘proper’ it all was given that before now if he’d been caught at a drive-in movie you could bet he would’ve been found doing a lot more than just cosying up to a girl. But this was how it had been for the past couple of weeks. When she was in his arms he wanted nothing more than to be with her in their entirety but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. She wasn’t a fan he had picked up or one of the ladies the boys procured up for him. She was beyond that. His love. His entire heart. His best friend.

She was pure. Perfect. He couldn’t treat her like she was one of the girls he dated before. Yet it was hard especially now as the strawberry scent of her shampoo wafted into his nostrils or when he caught a glimpse of the way the screen light illuminated the curve of her chest in her low-cut dress. Elvis felt that yearn in his belly once more. After that, he couldn’t pay much attention to the movie. He had been thinking of her thumb and how it was rubbing gently against his thigh unknowingly driving him wild and by the time the film wrapped up, he doubted he would’ve been able to tell anyone what the plot of it had been. Still, as the credits rolled and she turned to smile at him he pretended to enjoy it all the same.

‘I’m gonna go use the bathroom, okay?’ she said as they climbed out of the car. As she smoothed out her dress he balled his fists by his side, resisting the urge to touch her. To hold her hand, pull her in close. Anything really. ‘Want me to walk you?’ he asked making her heart flutter, always the gentleman. ‘Nah I’m good,’ she said patting him on the arm, ‘I’ll not be long, okay?’ ‘M’kay,’ he said.

Addison made her way quietly down the aisle between the cars towards the dingy portacabin labelled ‘Ladies’. It wasn’t very busy which meant she didn’t have to linger in the dank stall for long though as she washed her hands and checked her appearance, she couldn’t help but find her mind wandering. Tonight had been nice and once she’d relaxed she’d immensely enjoyed being cuddled up to Elvis though she couldn’t help but think about…more. She had no doubt that there was a time for him when visiting a drive-in movie didn’t mean actually watching a movie. A time when it wouldn’t matter who saw what but with her he seemed shy. No, not shy reserved. Like she was going to break.

But she knew that wasn’t true. She wanted him. In every sense of the word. She longed to know what his touch felt like on her skin not just over her clothes. She yearned to feel his hot kisses on places other than her neck. As a pretty blonde girl came into the bathroom she snapped out of her thoughts, blushing though she had no idea why. She even considered splashing her face with water to try and dim the bright red glow she was sure she was sporting but eventually decided the against it.

When she got back to the cars Red was standing outside the driver’s side door of the car they had come in but as she approached he shook his head and pointed to the Lincoln. Addison’s brows knitted together but she obeyed him and headed to the passenger side of the Lincoln and climbed inside expecting to see Sonny but Elvis was sitting in the driver’s seat. Suddenly the Cadillac they had been in sprang to life and started making its way out of the lot. Elvis waited for a few cars to move out, putting some distance between them before he started up the car and started to move out.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked. ‘Well you wanted to be alone, right?’ Elvis said as if it were obvious. ‘Yeah,’ Addison asked not knowing where he was headed. ‘So they’re leaving us alone,’ he said as they pulled out of the lot, heading in the opposite direction from which they came, ‘and hopefully taking the fans that followed us here with them back to the house.’ ‘So what we find a secluded spot somewhere?’ she asked with a giggle. ‘Honey I’ve got something much better in mind,’ Elvis said. ‘I take it you’re not gonna tell me that either huh?’ she asked. ‘And spoil my fun of watching you pout like a six-year-old?’ Elvis challenged. ‘I do not,’ she protested. ‘Sure you don’t,’ Elvis said rolling his eyes, ‘actually, you’re right. It’s a bit better actually. I remember when you wouldn’t pout and just held your breath until you got what you wanted.’ ‘And who was teasing me then I wonder?’ she challenged. ‘Was it my fault you were so easy to mess with?’ Elvis said placing his hand on his chest as if he was shocked at her accusations of him being in the wrong. ‘At least I can’t tattle on you to my Daddy anymore,’ she said, ‘though carry on and I might just tell your mama.’ ‘Like you’ve ever needed any help holding your own,’ he smirked. Addison smiled thinking of those early days. They were never apart. She followed him around like a puppy and though he like spending time with her he was older than her which often led to relentless teasing.

‘Remember that time fourth of July barbecue we had?’ she said as a memory flashed into mind, ‘when you, Billy and Gene decided to play target practice with my dolls on the fence. I never did get that China one’s face fixed.’ ‘Your daddy didn’t even have to tell me off for that one you tore me a new one good and proper,’ he said. ‘You deserved it,’ she giggled. ‘I remember Joe’s face. He didn’t even seem mad at me just sorry for me,’ Elvis chuckled. Addison smiled too though it didn’t match Elvis’ mirth which made him panic, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.’ ‘You didn’t. I just…’ she started unsurely, ‘I never get to talk about him y’know? Sometimes it’s like I’m the only one who remember he existed.’ ‘I remember, we all do,’ Elvis said placing a hand on her knee reassuringly for a moment. ‘I know but it’s just different… if you get me? I mean it was just us for such a long time, we were all each other had. Good stuff and bad. And thinking of one tends to lead to thinking of the other so most of the time…I don’t,’ she said honestly, ‘is that bad?’ ‘No it’s not bad,’ Elvis said, ‘c’mere.’

Addison nodded and slid towards him, cosying into him. He wrapped an arm around her tightly. They drove in silence for a moment with Elvis peeking down at her every so often until he mumbled, ‘you know if you ever wanna talk about him you can right?’ ‘I know,’ Addison said gently. ‘Cause I’d hate to think you’re dealing with all this stuff on your own,’ Elvis said. ‘I’m not,’ she said quietly, ‘I’ve got you.’ ‘Lord help you,’ he joked making her giggle, ‘I mean it though…any time you wanna talk or remember I’ll listen. I mean I know I won’t get it, I mean not really, but I’ll try.’ ‘I hope you don’t have to,’ she said earnestly. ‘But if it was me. Dodger, daddy, my mama…I don’t think I’d cope if I didn’t talk about them. I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I don’t want you holding it in because you’re worried no one cares,’ he said she stayed quiet for a beat, contemplating his words before she nodded against him. ‘I guess I need to be a little more open huh?’ she asked. ‘Maybe a tad,’ Elvis said, ‘you’ve got a lot better though. I mean Addie in August would’ve told me to screw off.’ ‘Addie in August wouldn’t have ever dreamed we’d be here,’ she said.

Elvis contemplated her words a little but then he was forced to focus as he turned off the road and into a parking lot behind a tall building. Addison sat up as they entered it, looking around for some kind of sign of where they were. It was dark and dingy with dumpsters piled up on the sidewalk which wasn’t what Addison was expecting but Elvis didn’t bat an eyelid. He climbed out and made his way round to open her door holding her hand as he led her to the back door of the building which he unlocked with a key that she was surprised to find was on his set of car keys. It was nicer inside than out. The downstairs housed a set of stairs to one side and a corridor full of doors on the other. She followed him as he started to climb the stairs without a word until they were at least two flights up and on their own corridor. As they stopped outside an old wooden door, number 29, Elvis dropped her hand so he could unlock and open it, flicking lights on as he went inside, followed by a confused Addison. It was an apartment, cosy and cute. The living room and kitchen were adjoined and down a small hallway was a couple more rooms. Addison stayed by the door watching Elvis as he turned on lamps and then headed to the back wall of the living room which was covered by a bookshelf. Upon it was a record player and Elvis started going through the stack of records at the side of it until he noticed her silence and turned to find her still lingering by the door.

‘Are you gonna stand there all night?’ he chuckled. ‘Where are we?’ she asked. ‘Why don’t you look for yourself,’ he said jerking his head towards the window that was on the opposite side of the room. She headed over and peeked out. There was a small lawn out front up to a sidewalk on a familiar street and just across the way, peeping out behind the trees, was Graceland. Addison turned around to look at him. ‘This is…’ she said trying to work it out. ‘The apartment I lease,’ Elvis said. ‘The one my mom stayed in?’ she asked. She had only seen it from the outside, her mother opting to keep her busy in an attempt to buy her affection rather than spend any actual quality time with her. Elvis placed a record on the player and dropped the needle allowing a quiet and calm tune to play out into the air as he meandered towards her, wrapping his arms around her.

‘I prefer to think of it as my apartment,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but sure.’ ‘Why are we here?’ she asked though she was hoping she already knew the answer to that. ‘So we can have a moment alone,’ he smiled. ‘Is that right?’ she giggled. ‘I told you to leave it with me,’ he said leaning down to peck her on the lips. ‘So the different cars. Red and Sonny. All this to get us a moment together?’ she asked making his smile dim a little. ‘Are you mad?’ he asked. ‘No,’ she said, ‘it’s just weird.’ ‘How so?’ he frowned. ‘I mean us. It feels natural like it shouldn’t be any other way, right?’ she asked. Elvis nodded. ‘Like breathing,’ he agreed. ‘And yet all of this just to get a moment alone it just seems…unfair,’ she said. ‘It won’t always be like this,’ he said, ‘someday we can be together. Properly. Without anyone weighing in on or telling us we can’t. This is just for now okay.’

Addison pondered it for a moment and then nodded. Elvis flicked the curtains closed and kissed her leading her to the couch where he pulled her onto his lap. Addison leaned into it, both of them full of want and need as his hands skimmed her sides, his mouth kissing down her jaw and neck. She could feel him against her inner thigh straining against the thin material of his slacks. It made her burn with desire and emblazoned her courage as her hand made its way southward fiddling with his belt. However, as she tried to undo it Elvis pulled back and stopped her.

‘Addie,’ he murmured quietly. ‘What?’ she asked, ‘don’t you want to?’ ‘Of course I do,’ he said stroking her face tenderly, ‘but if I start I won’t be able to stop.’ ‘So don’t stop,’ she said leaning in to kiss him. He allowed her to, but it wasn’t as meaningful as before which caused worry to bubble through her. She pulled back nervously, refusing to look at him. Elvis sighed.

‘Ads,’ he said. When she didn’t look at him he turned her chin so she would. Her hazel eyes met his though reluctantly, ‘Addie it’s not that I don’t want to it’s just…we can’t.’ ‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘Because it’s not…right,’ he said, ‘it’s not proper.’ ‘When have you ever done anything properly,’ she challenged making him sigh again. ‘Maybe but this I wanna do right. You’re too special to me to just-’ he said stumbling over his words as he tried to figure out how to say it. ‘But you have with other girls,’ she said pathetically as she felt her self-consciousness creeping in. ‘They weren’t you. I didn’t love them like I love you. I wanna make sure this is right because I love you. Do you understand that?’ he said watching her concerned expression nervously. Addison bit her lip. He continued, ‘I could steamroller into this like I have before and it could ruin everything. I mean isn’t that why we’re taking our time anyway. Enjoying the time we have together. Hell, I damn near took out a covert mission just to get you alone.’

At his joke, her face softened into a slight smirk which made the worry inside him lessen even though she didn’t seem completely on board just yet.

‘It’s not because I don’t love you, honey,’ he said quietly. ‘Feels like it,’ she grumbled. ‘Well it’s not,’ he said forcefully hoping she’d see he was telling the truth, ‘I want you. More than you know. But I wanna do it right.’ ‘And when’s that going to be?’ she asked. Elvis felt the urge to say ‘when we’re married’ but he stopped himself. That was what he wanted to say. He knew he didn’t want anyone else, that she was it for him. For the rest of his life. But even so, they had only been together two weeks he didn’t need to spook her. ‘I’ll know,’ he said. ‘And until then?’ she asked ‘Being with you is all I need,’ he said. Addison contemplated it for a moment and then nodded swivelling herself until she was cradled in his arms her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. There was a moment when neither of them spoke, just mulling over their conversation, listening to each other breathing and the crooning of Perry Como behind them. Eventually, she cleared her throat.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Hmm?’ Elvis mumbled as she pulled out from the crook of his neck. ‘Okay. You want to wait I can respect that but I’m telling you now that I don’t,’ she said. Elvis looked as if he wanted to say something but she silenced him with a single look. He could tell the cogs had been whirring in her head and he knew better than to interrupt her when she had something to say. ‘I want you, Elvis. I want us to be together in every sense of the word. You think about proper and fine I get that, but that doesn’t matter to me. I’ve never had proper before. This,’ she said gesturing between the pair of them, ‘this is what feels proper to me. It feels right and I want to enjoy all of it. Okay?’ Elvis nodded, ‘so what are you saying?’ ‘That we can wait. For now,’ she said, ‘but don’t be thinking that a ring on my hand is going to make us anymore us. Just…listen to your heart. I’m sure it’ll tell you when.’ ‘I’m sure you’re right,’ he said as she nuzzled back into him evidently satisfied with the point she had made. He pondered it for a moment. Maybe she had a point. Their romance wasn’t exactly orthodox and it wasn’t as though he didn’t intend to marry her. One day the time would be right and he’d know it.

‘She’s got you wrapped around her little finger,’ his brain whispered to him making him smile. His head was right. One conversation and his beliefs had been moulded to something a little less formal. How she did it he didn’t know she just had an effect on him, a way of flipping everything he knew on its head, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love it. He also couldn’t pretend that his views weren’t also being altered by the fact her fingers were teasing gently circles on his chest as she nuzzled into his neck. Elvis cleared his throat.

‘You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?’ he said, feeling her smile against him. ‘Not a chance.’

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