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certaincollectionlandblog · 2 years ago

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Mick Schumacher with a Southern girlfriend - Wedding Edition

*Disclaimer: I use Y/N and reader, but when I write this in my mind I see her as a tall plus size gal (mainly because that's my personal body type), but also because I really see Mick doing amazing with a woman like that. If there is anything I write that doesn't apply to you feel free to leave it out and like always feedback is always appreciated and loved!

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~ Mick knew for a while that he wanted to marry you. There was no doubt about it in his mind. You were the woman for him. You gave him such a sense of comfort and home that no other woman ever gave him before.

~ He grew up watching his parents have one of the most beautiful love stories ever written and he saw that for him with you. It was like God knew what he needed in someone and put in all in a you shaped package.

~ Mick's family had a ranch in Texas and while you loved going to Texas and spending time on their ranch he knew that he couldn't propose to you there. Your family had land in another state (I'm getting a Virginia/Tennessee/North Carolina vibe here) and he knew how special that space was to you.

~ Gina and his mom were the first to know of his plans to propose. He knew this wasn't an over the phone conversation so he sat them both down. His mom cried happy tears and gave him such a bear hug. Her little boy was growing up and she was so happy to see him experience such a wonderful love.

~ In fact Mick went as far as to visit your parents while you were busy out of town at college wrapping up finals to ask their blessing. He knew he didn't need it, but you both were huge family people who were raised that family was pretty much the back bone of life.

~ He even asked your parents for their okay to use y'alls land to propose out of respect for it being their home.

~ Your mom, Gina, and his mom all helped him pick out the perfect ring. Your dad has the mission of being the one to go help you move out after finals saying your mom couldn't get off work when in reality they were ring shopping with Mick.

~ He ended up picking a ring similar to your grandmother's knowing how special she was to you and your mom almost cried.

~ Mick recruited the aid of your siblings in keeping up with the weather reports knowing how much loved snow and helping Mick put up lights.

~ A Christmas proposal that could only be rivaled by Hallmark was under way.

~ Mick knew you were so smart and would be sure to be suspicious if he was in town when you got back from college for Christmas break right away. However, your parents had the perfect plan to help him out. Your parents told you that for Christmas they had invited Mick and his family out to spend Christmas with you guys knowing how much it mean to you to spend the holidays together.

~ As soon as they got to the house your mom pointed out how nice the weather was and asked if you wanted to take Mick up to watch the stars like you two loved to do. Mick had greeted you with flowers at the airport when you picked them up, but that was nothing new. He loved to spoil you with flowers. As soon as you got to the top of the land you saw the lights all laid out and when you turned around for Mick he had already dropped to take a knee.

~ Something about the snow really made the blue of Mick's eyes pop and you knew your eyes weren't leaving his anytime soon. You were speechless and he knew that didn't happen often so he grabbed charge of the silence.

~ "Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N I've fallen in love with you. Growing up we're read fairytales, but told they don't exist when we reach adulthood. You see life through a childlike joy with a compassion and love for life like I've never seen before. You make me feel at home every time I'm with you, regardless of where we are. I love you and I look forward to every second I spend with you. Thank you for making me believe in fairytales again. So what do you say, will you marry me?"

~ You couldn't say anything other than nod your head yes and pull Mick up to hug him tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

~ You didn't miss the cheers of both yours and Mick's family which had hiked up behind y'all all recording and taking photos. You were so enthralled with Mick and the proposal you didn't even notice them there.

~ You and Mick decided it would be best for you guys to wait until after your college graduation to get married knowing how stressful college was Mick didn't want to overwhelm you planning a wedding during that to.

~ You guys ended up getting married on his family's ranch in Texas three weeks after your college graduation in late May. It really was a full circle moment.

~ Mick is a shy guy, but you both knowing how important family is to y'all ended up having a huge wedding. The guests were mainly family and then some close family friends.

~ You don't know how you got so lucky, but you know that having a love so strong with Mick and your family by your side that you two could get through anything.

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sissylittlefeather · 1 year ago

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It's time for a new series! Introducing:

This is the Story

A/N: This is my first experiment with an OC! Her name is Grace Dubois (doo-bwah) and she's a writer and single mom of 6-year-old Wendy. I hope you all love her! The story takes place in 1973. I don't want to say much more and give anything away!

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: not really any yet. There's some cussing and smoking. This'll heat up eventually. I promise.

Song inspiration:

Here we go...

Grace is half asleep in the meeting with her editor. Her daughter, Wendy, was up sick all night and she didn't get much rest. But the editor doesn't really care. He expects her to function at 100% no matter what's going on at home, and usually she can manage, but today is a struggle.

"I need you to do the Elvis Presley book."

Surely, she didn't hear that correctly.

"I'm sorry; you want me to do what?"

"You're going to ghost write the Elvis book. No one else wants it. And there's agreement from the higher ups that he might respond better to a woman." She rolls her eyes. She's always getting assignments that are supposed to be better for a woman. Just once, she wants to be assigned based on her abilities and not what's between her legs.

"No, Frank, I'm not doing it. I need time to finish the novel you originally hired me for. I don't have time to follow a washed-up rock star around."

"That's too bad because I've already told them you're doing it."

"Frank, what the fuck?" She doesn't have the energy to hold back her anger. And she's known Frank long enough to know he knew she'd be mad.

"I'm sorry, kid. They think this'll be a real money maker and somebody has to do it."

She rubs her temples and closes her eyes for a second. It's no use arguing at this point. Not if he's told the big bosses that she'd do it.

"How long is it going to take?"

"He's in Vegas now. They want you to follow him until he goes back to Vegas in January." She glances at the calendar on the wall. It's August 6th.

"You want me to follow him around until January?!"

"It's what they want, sweetheart. You're going to be at their beck and call until this is done."

"Fucking great." She says under her breath. Hopefully, the nanny can travel with her to what she assumes will be Vegas and then Tennessee.

"When do I start?"

"They need you in Vegas this weekend."

"FRANK. IT IS TUESDAY."

"I'm sorry; you know how these kinds of things go." She huffs and gets up out of the chair to walk out.

"Grace, just be careful. He's apparently pretty difficult to work with. Keep your distance." Frank looks at her softly. He's been somewhat of a father figure to her since she started at the company.

"Oh, don't worry." She says as she walks out. "I want nothing to do with Elvis Presley."

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"You're doing the book, my boy." Colonel Parker says firmly. Elvis slams his Pepsi on the table.

"No, I'm not." He glares at the Colonel.

"This will make it snow for a long time to come, boy."

"I don't care. I'm not telling some stranger about my personal life. It ain't happenin'." They stand in opposition for a while. Elvis knows he will eventually give in because he trusts the Colonel to make the business decisions, but he wants it known that he is not a fan of this idea.

"Can I at least bring the ghost writer in for you to meet? It might change your mind."

"Fine. I'll meet the guy. But this doesn't mean I'll do it." The Colonel walks out to the little lobby where Grace is sitting and asks her to follow him.

Elvis is looking out the window thinking about what it would mean to have someone write about him. There is so much going on in his life right now that he doesn't want the public to know. Telling it all to some stuck up, big city guy in a suit is about the last thing he wants to do.

"Here is the ghost writer." The Colonel says to get him to turn around. He does and has to hide his shock.

She's a woman.

And not just a woman. An attractive woman. Maybe a little old for his taste, and probably married, but it'll be nice to have something to look at through this ridiculous experience. He's thankful for his sunglasses as he runs his eyes over her from top to bottom, taking her in. Her almost-black hair is tied up with a forgotten pen shoved in the top of it and her black-rimmed glasses make him think of a librarian. She'd be more attractive if she'd unbutton the top few buttons on her shirt and reveal more of her olive skin, but he likes the way her brown pencil skirt hugs her hips. He also can't help but notice her calves and ankles, wishing he could see the rest of her legs and feet without the heels she's wearing.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Presley." She extends her hand to him awkwardly.

"Oh, you can call me Elvis, honey." He puts on his normal charm and takes her hand.

"Please don't call me honey. My name is Grace Dubois." He's a little caught off guard by her chill and he pulls his hand back quickly. He's not used to women who don't fall into giggles or tears or screams in his presence.

"Okay, Grace Dubois. So you want to write a book about me?"

"Not particularly. But it's what I've been assigned to do." He suppresses a chuckle. He likes her spunk, but he's still annoyed at the idea of her writing about him.

"Come sit with me. Let's get to know each other before I agree to do anything." He walks over to a little couch and pats the seat beside him. She sits in another chair on the other side of him instead. He sighs and turns to face her. Her attitude was cute at first but now he's getting irritated by her refusal of him.

"If you're gonna be learnin' all the intricate details of my life, I think I'm entitled to some information about you too."

"What do you want to know?" She answers curtly, hoping he won't ask too much.

"Well, are you married?" He doesn't see a ring on her finger, so he has to ask.

"No."

"Divorced?"

"No."

"How old are you?" Now she's getting really annoyed and he can tell.

"I'm 35, but I'm not sure that's pertinent to our task here, Mr. Presley." She's older than she looks. He would've guessed somewhere between 27-30.

"Call me Elvis, please. I'm just tryin' to gather some background information. Wait, you're 35 and you've never been married? What's wrong with you?" Her eyes flash with anger and her cheeks turn red. He realizes he's gone too far, but it's too late now.

"What's wrong with me? I've been focused on my career. You married a girl 9 years younger than you. What's wrong with you?" She asks, crossing the line with him too. He feels his anger rising as well.

"There ain't nothin' wrong with me, honey. You're the one that's been too busy workin' and actin' like a man to find one!" Her mouth drops open. He instantly regrets saying it when he sees that her eyes get glassy and wet.

"I don't think this is going to work out, Mr. Presley." She stands up and turns to walk out.

"Call me Elvis, please." He curses under his breath when he realizes she's headed to the door. "Wait, honey don't leave, I'm sorry."

"Don't call me honey, Elvis!" She turns back to him and hollers as she opens the door. She slams the door and he hangs his head and sighs deeply. The Colonel is not going to be pleased.

******

What an unimaginable ass. Once the door is closed, she stands in the little lobby breathing heavily and trying to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. She always cries when she's mad and it drives her crazy. Colonel Parker comes around the corner when he hears that she's walked out.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. He's an asshole." She knows she shouldn't say it, but she's still pretty worked up. The Colonel sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry. I'll talk to him."

"Do whatever you want. I'm leaving. I'll send a new author as soon as possible." She gathers her purse and heads for the elevator. They've paid for her to stay here at the International, so she heads straight to her room.

She left Wendy at home with the nanny while she's in Vegas for now, so it's just her in the suite. When she gets there, she kicks off her shoes and lays down on the big bed. She finally lets the tears from the afternoon fall, getting makeup all over the pillowcase. But she doesn't care. She just wants to go home.

******

"What did you do to her?" The Colonel hisses.

"Nothing! I just... I asked why she wasn't married."

"My boy, how is that any of your business?"

"If she's gonna ask me a bunch of questions and follow me around, I should get to know about her."

"That is not how this works." Elvis nods his head. He knows he's messed this up. He thinks about her dark eyes and how they were full of tears when she left him. He didn't mean to make her cry.

"I'll fix it. I'll get her back here and do the damn book." The Colonel smiles and claps him on the back.

"I knew you would, my boy!" Elvis drops into the chair she had been sitting in and looks out the window again.

******

When she wakes up the next morning, Grace's plan is to head straight for the airport and get the hell out of this town. Instead, there's a knock on the door. When she opens it, all she sees are flowers. The hotel attendant can barely carry the vase as he stumbles in and sets it on the table in her room. It's an obscenely large arrangement. He laughs.

"Someone has an admirer." She gives him a couple of dollars as a tip and he ducks out of the room. She most certainly does not have an admirer, so she grabs the card quickly and rips it open.

"I'm sorry. Please come back.

- Mr. Presley"

She rolls her eyes. Surely he doesn't think this will work. Then again, it would be easier to just do the job than to try to argue with Frank or the higher ups about why she won't.

And it is the slightest bit charming that he signed it "Mr. Presley" after their conversation yesterday.

Maybe she'll just let him call her honey.

******

There's a soft knock on the door and Elvis gets up and walks to it, opening it slowly. He was hoping it would be her, for his own sake, after he promised the Colonel he would fix it.

He takes her in again as she walks past him. Same hair and glasses, no pen this time, but she has on light blue bell-bottom dress pants and a pinstriped button down with the sleeves rolled up. Again, he wishes she'd undo the top buttons and kick her shoes off, but he's not sure why. She is not his type at all.

"So you decided to come back." He says it playfully, trying not to push her too hard.

"I did. My editor didn't give me a choice." She lies a little, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "Thank you for the flowers."

"You're welcome hon- uh I-I mean, Grace." She actually smiles at him and he's a little stunned, both by the fact that she smiled and how beautiful she is when she does.

"I was rude yesterday. I shouldn't've asked those damn questions."

"It's nothing. Let's just try to start over." He nods and sits down in a chair, gesturing for her to sit in the other one. He knows better than to attempt the couch this time. She sits in the chair and pulls a small notepad from her bag. She reaches up to her hair to grab the pen but it's not there.

"Ah, damn." He suppresses a chuckle at the endearing scene and reaches over to the table and grabs a pen that's sitting there. He hands it to her and she clicks it, ready to take notes. They both sit in silence for a bit.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say here." He opens his hands awkwardly like he has nothing to offer.

"Well, start with telling me why you want to have this book written."

"I don't."

"Okay. Well, what are you trying to say with the book? What message do you want to send?"

"No message. I don't want the damn thing written at all." She sighs and puts the pen down, looking up at him.

"Then what are we doing here, Elvis?"

"Hey! You called me Elvis." He smiles warmly, and for the first time, she notices that he's actually quite handsome. She shakes her head a little and tries to refocus.

"I was brought here to write some kind of book about you. I doubt they're going to let me leave until I do. So you're going to have to tell me what you want it to say." He turns and looks out the window, not sure what to do. He knows he's going to have to tell her something, he's just not sure what. Should he talk about Vegas? Priscilla? The international tour that might never happen?

She's surprised by how quiet he is when it comes time to talk about himself. She figured he was arrogant enough to have no trouble gushing about how great he is. But this is something different. He seems almost shy.

"How about this: start at the beginning. Just tell it to me like a story and I'll ask questions when I need clarification."

"At the beginning? You want to know about all that?"

"I'm not a journalist, Elvis. I'm not here to print your dirty secrets in as few words as possible. I'm an author. I want to tell your whole story in a way that lets people know you the way you want to be known."

He searches her face for evidence of manipulation or mockery and finds only sincerity. That's something he's not used to in the slightest.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"You obviously don't like me. Why do you care what story I tell?" This is a deeper conversation than she expected from a washed-up rock star.

"Because I'm an artist, Elvis. When you do a show, even one you don't necessarily want to do, you do it well don't you?" He nods.

"I know what you're sayin'." There's a strange moment of connection and understanding between the two of them, maybe even mutual respect.

He takes his sunglasses off and pulls a cigarillo out of his pocket.

"Is this going to bother you?" He asks as he lights it.

"Not as long as this doesn't bother you." She takes a cigarette out of her purse and leans forward for him to light it. Then, she picks up the pen to take notes again.

"I recorded my first song for personal use. I never intended to release anything..."

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Stay tuned for chapter 2!

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skeletonpandas · 3 months ago

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Sitting here, sipping my coffee...thinking, as I often do, about the future.

I live in Michigan. When climate change was something "experts could be lying about" I started noticing the changes. I spend alot of time in nature. With animals and native plants. I am an amateur forager, science nerd. In photography, my favorite subject was mushrooms. I noticed...that my winters began getting snow later, first. I live in the north-north. Where it is traditionally colder for longer and my warm seasons are shorter (zone 3 and 4). Winter wouldn't decide to be here til late December. When it used to come October 31st. Which was it's own eerie kind of spooky. Subtle. Slow rearranging of your known reality.

Then, the tornados that I don't usually see in my state hit in early december. Not even two hours away from my house.

My mighty lake, which shields me from the worst storms from Canada and absorbs any that make it this far inland...suddenly feels like a smaller shield. Lake affect doesn't just drop boat loads of snow, that's something alot of people don't know. Sometimes, the difference in temperature creates a dip that attracts storms coming towards it. Like a vacuum. I've watched it happen hundreds of times.

A storm predicted to hit my town will pass right over it and dissipate over the lake. Then my autumns began to come later as well, as if playing catch up with the winter. Wait for meeeee.... My summers began creeping into the fall, getting longer. I suddenly had more of a fighting change with my vegetable garden which was always a challenge with the work grind life. All of this felt very welcome. The cold weather has always had an element of challenge to it. Me and my boots climbing over three and four feet snow banks, living on a hill, trying to dig us out and not slide all the way to the bottom of my driveway. Trying often in vain to start seedlings early inside the house in crazy looking arrangements, with pots and grow lights everywhere, really needing a dehumidifier to fight pests and mold because I live near a swamp.

Then my springs seemingly disappeared. I would go winter to summer. In a kind of wild whiplash. There was no gradual change. It either was or was not. Michigan's notoriously unpredictable winter...became glaringly predictable for a couple years.

Then, these last two winters. I saw almost no snow. My daffodils came up in february. The bears came out, in a kind of confusion, in February. My trees didn't bloom because they woke up too early. It's like all of nature knew something had changed but not everyone was equipped to deal with it. My bug populations BOOMED. Suddenly I had spiders everywhere. I saw less mosquitoes. And less rain, living somewhere where I always have plenty of water.

My swamp wasn't wet. The questionable became undeniable.

I bought portable emergency solar panels. I got an electric bike. I tried to set up a sustainable food situation, stuff that will grow in this kind of bizarro weather without my attention. To some measure of success but also equal failure. Because try as I might, financially to survive the grind tries to keep me in it. Pulling on my sleeves, beckoning me away from my life.

a HURRICANE just hit Tennessee. That's a hop skip and a jump from me.

What the hell is this.

This winter is supposed to be what all our winters look like, going forward. Muddy, cold, and wet.

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madhatterbri · 1 year ago

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Christmas In The Mountains | C.C.

Summary: Could you do a Christian Cage fic where it's the first Christmas together where y/n had a birthday during the holidays (doesn't necessarily have to be on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day) with some fluff and spice?

Author's Note: Requested by @dandelionw1shes If your birthday was during the holidays, Happy Birthday. ❤️

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There wasn't much you wanted for your birthday this holiday season. Just a nice time away from everyone for a few days. No work, no hectic schedules, no catching airplanes, just pure peaceful bliss. Christian surprised you with a quick getaway to Tennessee in the cabins to celebrate your birthday and Christmas.

It was the perfect plan. He came back from an AEW taping on Christmas Eve. He would never want to miss his first Christmas with you. You spent Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with family and friends before taking off once more. He wasn't going to miss work since he already pre-taped a segment to hype people for World's End.

The cabin was a dream come true for you. A wooden house for just the two of you. The cabin had a balcony with lawns chairs and a jacuzzi to get a better view of the mountains. The bedrooms were upstairs, leaving the bottom floor spacious enough for a living room and kitchen.

You found the best part to be the peace. Every morning, you walked out to the balcony to enjoy the peace. There were no car horns blaring or loud music. Just the quiet your body and mind so desperately needed. The closest civilization was a small town with less than five hundred people. A little slice of heaven.

The peace had an amazing effect on your favorite wrestler. Christian was a different person while on vacation. His normal stern facial expressions were relaxed. He laughed more and was more affectionate. You never wanted to leave the cabins.

On your last full day at the cabins, you went on a hike with him. At the end of the trail was a waterfall. You took plenty of pictures together to remember this moment, although you knew you would never forget it.

After stopping for lunch at the town, you decided to drink at the local bar. The place was quiet except for a few regulars. The jukebox played music that you both enjoyed.

Christian decided to drive the two of you home so you could see the sunset in the mountains one last time. You sat on his lap in the jacuzzi and watched the pink and orange streaks in the sky. Before long night took over.

Stars twinkled the night sky. A couple of shooting stars could be observed as well. You rested your head against his shoulder. He planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you," you smiled and looked at him. You stared into his eyes and kissed him. Your hands rubbed up and down his chest.

"For what?" He asked. His head fell back as he closed his eyes. The jacuzzi helped with any soreness in his muscles.

"This trip. The chance to just be together," you answered. "I don't know how I can ever thank you,"

"I can think of a few ways," he smirked and spun you to face him on his lap. He rubbed his hands up your sides. "There is one way I can really think of though,"

"Christian!" You gasped yet giggled. A blush appeared on your cheeks. You would be lying if you hadn't thought about it with him. No one was around for miles.

"What? Are you afraid Snow White and the seven dwarves will hear you? Come to papa," He teased and kissed you softly. You deepened the kiss, running your fingers through his hair. You separated from him to get air.

"You are going to be the death of me," you confessed and untied your top. Christian smiled and kissed you with more intensity. His arms wrapped around you as if you would float away from him.

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mooodyblue · 2 years ago

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OH MY GOODNESS!! I JUST HAD A THOUGHT!!!

Ok, so I just needed to send this to you before I forgot! (That doesn't mean you have to write it yet though, whenever your ready!!)

Ok, so you know how you wrote little!Elvis first snow day? You should totally do that with the littl!reader if you haven't already! Like OH MY THIS WOULD BE SO CUTE! "Y/n put your scarf back on don't make me count to 3!...no put your jacket back on right now before ya get sick! I already told ya don't make me tell ya again." Type of things, like OH MY THIS WOULD BE ADORABLE. "You a bit cold now darlin'? Well why don't we get ya warmed up inside with a fluffy blanket, and a hot chocolate huh?" type of stuff🥺🥺🥺

I love cg!Elvis it makes me so happy!

Just thought I'd share this little idea with you!!

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somehow this ended up with 1k words?? hope you enjoy 💞 thank you for the request!!

wc: 1k

a/n: def not proofread, sorry for the mistakes as i wrote this on my phone lol

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once you got with elvis, he had you moving straight to tennessee and into graceland. with this being your first winter with him, you hoped it'd snow considering it never snowed where you were from. you were probably annoying elvis with the way you'd ask if it was going to snow today, always getting hit with the “do i look like a weatherman?” answer. honestly? sometimes.

but when you asked on another day, preparing yourself for the same answer as always, elvis took a look out the window and hummed. “y’know what? i think it just might.”

you were glued to the window the whole morning, waiting patiently for the snow as elvis played on the piano softly in the background, occasionally glancing over at you and chuckling as your eyes never left the window. you were determined to see the first snowflake.

at some point, you didn't realize the music stopped and elvis appeared next to you with a warm mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. “any snow yet, yittle?” he asked, taking a seat next to you.

the mug warmed your cold hands, sighing sadly. “no.” you muttered, taking a sip from the mug. “i don't think it's gonna snow, daddy.”

“hm, don't be so sure. i have a good feelin’” he grinned, wiping at the chocolate stache above your lips with his thumb. “silly.” he chuckled to himself.

as the day progressed, there was still nothing. elvis eventually caught you dozing off, helping you up to get you to the bedroom for a nap. he knew you'd be mad if you missed the first snowfall, but the snow on the ground you'd wake up to would make up for it.

the sound of your name being whisper-yelled woke you up, followed by a soft touch to your side. elvis brought a hand up to your face, pushing your hair aside, “baby, sorry to wake ya. but i think you should come take a look outside.”

you glanced up at him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “what is it?”

“c’mon, get up! come see for yourself.” he grinned.

slowly getting out of bed, you padded your way down the steps and followed elvis to the front window, gasping at the white sheets laying over the grass of graceland. it was the first time you’d ever seen anything like it and it was even more beautiful than expected. “daddy! it's snowing!” eager to go out into the cold, snow, you reached for the door handle only to be stopped by elvis.

“nuh-uh, not until you're dressed. it's cold outside.” he said sternly, pointing a finger at you.

“ugh, do i have to?” you whined, stomping your feet.

“do i have to?” elvis mocked, “yes, yittle. you have to. now c'mon, take your pretty self up the stairs.”

you let out a huff and stomped up the stairs with elvis following behind.

it was funny, really. he knew the moment you stepped outside without a coat, scarf or even gloves, you'd whine about how cold it is. but of course, the moment he attempts to bundle you up, you whine anyway. it was just one of your many quirks. he caught back a laugh as you scowled while elvis attempted to dress you, bundling you up extra warm due to the almost negative degrees outside. he finished it off with a scarf, wrapping it around your neck nicely. “now can i go outside?” you asked, a hint of annoyance to your voice.

“go downstairs and wait for daddy.” he nodded, gesturing to head out the door. he slipped on his own coat and scarf, less bundled up than you and headed down, watching as you began to take your gloves off. “nuh-uh, put ‘em back on. if ya wanna play in the snow, you gotta keep ‘em on or your hands will get all cold and frozen.”

“but why aren't you dressed like me?”

he sighed, “because i’m an adult and you're just a little one. little ones are more prone to get sick, now enough arguin’ , let's go out. it's dark out so be careful.” the moment he opened the door, you zoomed out into the cold air, throwing yourself on the ground and rolling around in the cold snow as elvis sat on the steps and watched.

you got up and ran around the lawn, shuffling your feet through the snow. elvis watched you happily, making sure you didn't attempt to take anything off that kept you warm. just when you thought elvis wasn't looking, you attempted to take off your scarf sneakily, but elvis quickly caught you, standing up. “hey! put that back on! don't make me count-that's right, leave it.” he crossed his arms for warmth, sighing. “now, don't go takin’ off the jacket too. ya tryin’ to freeze up?”

you squatted down, scooping up snow into a pile on the ground. the gloves were annoying you, not doing much to help you pack it up. you slipped them off, working on your little pile again with your bare hands. your hands began to freeze up, becoming numb from the snow. maybe elvis had a point on the gloves….

slipping them back on, you titled your head up and stuck your tongue out, letting the snowflakes fall on your tongue. it was surreal being able to see snow after never being able to experience it. it was even more special for elvis, he loved seeing how happy you were even if you were being a bit stubborn about keeping warm.

elvis walked up to you, patting you on the head. “whatcha doin’ silly?” he chuckled.

“daddy, ‘m gettin’ cold….” you frowned.

“is that right? well, we can't have that. let's get ya inside with a warm blanket and maybe some more hot chocolate, how's that sound?” he smiled.

“can i come back out after?”

he placed his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky and back down at you. “how ‘bout you come back out tomorrow? daddy’s gonna be snowed in anyway.”

without putting up a fight, you trusted him and hoped the snow would still be there tomorrow. “okay.”

“c'mon yittle, let's get ya warmed up. can't have you freezin’ up!” he helped you up, brushing the snow off of you before bringing you back into graceland to warm up and head to bed.

#elvis x reader #i did it i finally posted something!!!

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weresilver · 1 year ago

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Tar on a mound of snow

Sequel to day 1, Runaway, aka more werewolf Munsons. Or what's left of them :') Written for @eddiemonth, because I said I would so I will, don't mind me. It's Day 07 - Wayne + Warm (for once, I got another part of the prompt included. Small victories.)

Warnings: The death of Eddie's mom caused changes Eddie's overwhelmed by. Talk of parent death. (But this is mostly... comfort? An attempt at comfort? I dunno, it still feels pretty sad.)

Wordcount: 1859

Things had changed far too quickly. A group of hunters had invaded their pack home, and Eddie had to see his mom die — or, technically, get shot, but he wasn't stupid.

He was already a shifter and knew what silver did to their kind, and Eddie had no doubt that that bullet had been silver; things wouldn't have been this chaotic in the aftermath if it hadn't.

“You ready, kid?” Wayne asked, appearing at the door of his room in the pack house. His uncle had a saddened expression, his mouth pulling into a frown as he stood there, patiently waiting for Eddie to take one last look around.

It felt like his entire life had been packed away and put into the back of a moving truck, no trace of him remaining to ever tell anyone that a ten year old boy had lived here. The walls were bare and repainted, back to the white they had been when Eddie was first allowed to decorate his own room.

Eddie shrugged in response to his uncle's question; he wasn't ready, they were going to be in a car for hours, moving two states over, because his dad had sent them away.

Al Munson had explained it many times at this point, but all Eddie got from it was that he'd lost his mom and his dad was leaving.

At least, he was pretty sure Wayne had tried convincing his dad not to go anywhere.

“Come on, then,” Wayne urged him, not unkindly; the room probably looked depressing for everyone that was still around. With a warm hand on his shoulder and the other ruffling his hair, he led Eddie back to the room they were going to share on this last night before they left Tennessee altogether. “We gotta wake early tomorrow.”

—

Hawkins was… weird. There was something about the town that unsettled Wayne as well, so his uncle got in touch with a couple of local witches, to try and figure out what was so different about the town they moved into.

One of them lived in the trailer park, in the trailer closest to the woods; they were pretty much next door. Granny Ecker insisted on feeding them both, but at least Eddie made his first friend in town, Granny’s granddaughter Ronnie.

(Eddie didn't get to meet the Buckleys for a few years, but Wayne had said they were the ones to go to if he ever needed anything for silver wounds, so Eddie had made sure to know where he could find Melissa Buckley.)

—

Hawkins had a considerable amount of nature surrounding its borders, and Eddie assumed that had been why Wayne chose this tiny little town as their destination.

No one else from the pack had followed, though, so the runs he sometimes spent among cousins, and uncles, and aunts, and even his grandparents? It would become a run of two. Not a pack, not even close, but it was enough to settle the part of the young wolf that demanded family.

Wayne wasn't unaffected either. Wolves and werewolves, they were all social creatures. They lived with families, by blood and by choice, they led loud and happy lives, provided they could stick to their own and let their wolves loose for a bit.

But they'd lost that when the Beaumont-Flynn pack disbanded and everyone scattered. Eddie sometimes wondered what happened to the big house they all lived in on the edge of the Appalachian mountains, but most of the time, he tried not to think about everything they left behind.

Sometimes, trying to ignore it all worked. Other times, not so much. People would ask him about his parents, and Eddie would freeze, leaving Wayne to answer their questions and deal with the resulting awkwardness. It was a small town, though, and it didn't take long until no one else needed to ask them about Lauren and Alan Munson.

—

Eddie knew this would have counted as abnormal behavior for him. He didn’t really sulk or stomp around, no matter what his uncle said, but it was like every little thing was pressing in all around him. Too loud, too bright, with scents too strong. His skin felt too tight on his body, but somehow he felt stretched thin at the same time.

He was overwhelmed.

Eddie hadn't noticed September passing by, hadn't felt the need to shift, not with all he and Wayne'd had to do before they could move. But, well, he was feeling it now, after school on October 26. The day of the full moon, and three days before his birthday. The Harvest Moon passed by unnoticed, and his body was letting him know just how much skipping a full moon sucked.

And with that itch had come the realization that a month had already passed since their old house was attacked mid September.

He spotted Wayne's truck on the school parking lot almost as soon as he walked out, waving at Ronnie as she moved to the bike rack; she'd have gotten a ride with him and Wayne, but she had some club or another before going home.

"You okay, kid?" Wayne asked, frowning at the way Eddie was frowning at everything. "Something happen today?"

Eddie shook his head. "Jus' loud," he mumbled, throwing his head back against the cushion and closing his eyes. "Full moon."

Wayne hummed. He probably felt just as shitty as Eddie did, but he'd managed to call off work today, getting everything sorted for tonight. Eddie distantly wondered what went into "getting everything sorted out", since he usually just had to show up. Food, maybe, but Wayne had never been much of a cook, so he probably got their blankets out. Or whatever they managed to bring from the old house.

He ended up dozing on their way back to the trailer, and Wayne gently shook him by the shoulder to rouse him. The routine of it all helped a little; get home, have a snack, change out of school clothes, homework — or the portion of it the two could figure out and was more urgent tonight — help his uncle set up their bags for being outside until late at night.

But the electric whirring was still buzzing in the back of his head, seeming louder now that night was falling, and even Wayne's breathing was getting on his nerves today. Eddie hated it.

"At least you ain't a vampire," Wayne joked. "They get to hear people's heartbeats all the time."

That, Eddie thought, would drive him crazy really fast.

—

The run had been a short one. They didn't know Hawkins enough to really let go yet, to really run all they could, so they kept to the area they were sure surrounded the trailer park. Branching out and adventuring could come later, once the town didn't feel so unsettling and different to them.

On their way to the trailer, Eddie looked back into those woods, cataloging the ways it differed from the one back home; the plains in place of the old mountains, the animals... Hawkins wasn't that much smaller than his old town, but being the new kid sucked anyway.

It wasn't home. Not yet, and Eddie wasn't sure it would ever feel like home, but it was where he would be for the foreseeable future. He had Wayne, and he loved his uncle, but the joy of running with a full pack was incomparable, and two wolves didn't make a pack. But that was where they were, and they could only have each other, and the only thing Eddie could do was map these woods to the best of his ability. He could learn trails, how to keep away from people.

So he turned back around, ignoring his uncle’s calls as he circled the trailer park and its section of woods once more. It would take a long time to actually memorize how far the woods stretched, where the woods thinned to make way to roads and to the houses in the fancier part of town.

On the other hand, he knew he could learn scents, wouldn't have trouble memorizing those, or the shape of the trees they would run among for most of the time. He would be able to tell when something was wrong this time.

Eddie didn't know how long he took on this second lap of their corner of the woods, but Wayne was waiting for him just where they had separated. His uncle stood out against the trees, his coat of fur a lot lighter than his dad's — a mix of gray and white, aged when compared to his dad only beginning to gray last month.

Wayne made a questioning noise, poking at Eddie with his nose to ensure he was okay, unhurt, only stopping with the whine Eddie let out at his fussing. His uncle watched him carefully for a moment, time Eddie spent with his eyes closed, breathing fast because of more than just another lap of a run.

Eddie felt himself being lifted off of the ground and hugged. Wayne was warm, shielding him against the cold breeze as he ran a hand up and down his fur to try and calm his breathing down, but there was more in Eddie's mind than his breathing.

Wayne started walking, though Eddie wasn't sure where to. His uncle didn't demand Eddie shift back to human nor did he shift back himself, so he was comfortable simply resting against him and trying to mimic his much calmer breathing.

His uncle's meaningless grumbles, low in his throat, were the same Wayne would hum and sing while human; soothing. It was familiar. And Eddie thought they needed familiar right now, in some small town two states over from home.

He wanted to go back but he knew he couldn't. Even if they were to return, who would be there?

The whine escaped unbidden from Eddie's throat, one he knew he'd used to call for this mom however many moons ago it was that he'd fallen down a ravine.

He hadn't been hurt then, not really; scrapes healed overnight, for the most part.

But it did hurt now, with yet another realization that she was gone, dead, that his dad hadn't come with them, that he and his uncle were two strangers in a small town that seemed closely knit in everything.

Eddie only realized he'd been put down on the ground when Wayne, back on all fours, circled him before lying down, effectively blocking him in and forcing him to lie on top of his body.

It was like a drop of tar on top of a mound of snow, the way Eddie's own fur contrasted against Wayne's.

Time passed, uncounted, before Eddie eventually shifted back and started crying. For his mom, his dad. For Uncle Wayne. For changes he didn't know how to handle. For knowing that, most likely, he wouldn't see anyone from home in a long time, if ever again; when werewolves scattered, they spread far.

But Wayne was wrapping himself around him, keeping him warn. They had each other.

For now, that had to do.

#Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Wayne Munson #werewolf Eddie Munson #werewolf Wayne Munson #eddiemonth #day 7 #WeresWriting #parent death tw #parent death #we WILL NOT talk about how long these are taking me.#At this point I know Eddie's mom is called Elizabeth but I'm too attached to Lauren now #Now onto part 3 of that fluff fest

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neondiamond · 2 years ago

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⛄️ Recently Read Fics - January 2023 ⛄️

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💙

⛄️ Bad Move, Just Act Normal by @berzerkshires (600, NR)

Quarterback Harry Styles wore rookie kicker Louis Tomlinson's jersey to a press conference.

⛄️ Little Taste by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

a morning with little Harry and caregiver Louis.

⛄️ Let’s Get Skating by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

Harry plans on going ice skating alone but those plans change when a very cute stranger forgets his headphones.

⛄️ (Route)r To My Heart by @itsnotreal (1k, M)

Harry’s upstairs neighbor is loud as fuck. What better way to deal with the problem than by being passive aggressive with his WiFi’s name?

⛄️ sweaty palms and racing hearts by @onlythebravest (1k, G)

A short story of two shy, nervous and blushing boys on a date at the cinema.

⛄️ Falling (For Two) by @louistomlionson (1k, NR)

In the middle of a morning run, Harry loses his balance. Niall and Louis are walking to their car just in time to witness his tumble and, lucky for him, more than happy to help.

⛄️ London by @hellolovers13 (2k, M)

A lazy morning in bed.

Finally home.

⛄️ Odd Dogs by @londonfoginacup (3k, G)

Zayn is not a dog person. Zayn does not understand dogs. He doesn’t know why they do what they do.

Yet here he is, at the doors of the Allegheny Dog Rescue, staring in at an odd dog and a blue eyed boy.

⛄️ Christmas Pretenders by @larryatendoftheday (4k, T)

When Niall convinced Louis to come home with him for the holidays as his fake boyfriend, he never expected he'd run into the loveliest man he'd ever seen.

⛄️ just an (un)ordinary evening by @onlythebravest (4k, E)

Harry and Louis during an ordinary weekday evening, having a somewhat slow and relaxing night together.

⛄️ You Taught Me A Lesson (That Feelings Are Reckless) by @whenyoucallmelover (5k, G)

the one where Harry and Louis live together but like to ignore each other... Until one day, they don't.

⛄️ ‘Sno(w) Joke by @sun-tomato (5k, NR)

The last thing Louis wanted was to get stranded on his birthday.

But perhaps it was exactly what he needed.

Featuring a snow storm, a library, and a very grumpy Harry Styles.

⛄️ The Hour of Us by @louistomlionson (5k, M)

Harry loves her quiet life with her two partners, Niall and Louis. But one day, her magic starts acting up. Will Harry be able to figure out what's happening, how to fix it, and soon?

⛄️ Wanted: Dog Walker by @louandhazaf (6k, G)

Louis needs a dog walker.

Harry answers the ad.

⛄️ All at once, this is enough by @lunarheslwt (7k, G)

Harry, overcome with burn out, wants to nest but he has never nested before, doesn’t know how to. Louis, his best friend, is only happy to help him make a nest and be there for him. Along the way, they find something more.

⛄️ All Shook Up by @littleroverlouis (9k, T)

Memphis, Tennessee is looking to crown the Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist. A majority of the contestants are content to shake their hips on stage, but singer-songwriter Harry is taking it more seriously. He is confident his voice and charisma will send him straight through to the finals.

He is already polishing his crown before even setting foot on stage, until he meets a fellow competitor. Louis is talented, charming, and a natural born performer. He commands the stage— and Harry's attention.

Harry has his eye on the prize and the Ultimate title, but what happens when someone becomes the ultimate prize?

⛄️ It’s Thursday. Let’s Get (un)Dressed. by @bananaheathen (9k, E)

When Louis is peer-pressured into downloading TikTok over the holidays, he fully expects to hate it. And he does hate it. All of it. Well... except for aspiring OOTD influencer, @harrystyles.

⛄️ Behind closed doors by @greenblueish (10k, E)

the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

⛄️ Midnight by @kingsofeverything (10k, E)

“Alphas are for fucking and pheromones,” Louis said during their first conversation, when he was moving into the building and Harry offered to help haul boxes up the stairs. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own groceries.”

Louis relented when his Omega friend Zayn intervened and asked if he was also capable of moving his couch by himself. All Harry’d wanted to do was be a good neighbor. Now, here he is, half a year later, balls deep and four months into a no strings attached, sex only situation with the Omega of his dreams. He’s still not sure how it happened.

⛄️ Eyes on the Horizon by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (12k, E)

Freshly dumped, recently fired, and about to turn 40, Harry's friends insist on taking him skydiving to cheer him up. His younger and extremely fit instructor Louis makes him even more nervous than the idea of jumping out of a plane, but both may be exactly what he needs to turn his life around.

⛄️ maybe we could be enough by @liberty-barnes (13k, M)

Harry wasn’t afraid to admit that his wedding...well, his entire marriage, really, wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured.

He’d wanted a big celebration, with family on either side of the aisle, flowers everywhere, beautiful clothes, and most importantly: his loving fiancé waiting at the altar with a heart-stopping smile on his face.

He did not, however, get that beautiful wedding.

[or, five times Harry hated Louis, and one time he loved him.]

⛄️ Your Gift is Wasted On Me by @bravetemptation (54k, NR)

Omega Louis has severe touch deprivation and is averse to touch. But he’s fine. Really.

Alpha Harry is the new neighbor who loves to bake cookies and is very curious about the omega across the hall.

#28th appreciation #mostly shorter fics this month because that’s all i really had time for #monthly recs #fic rec #trackinghome #trackinghappily #tracksintheam #hlcreators

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aliypop · 1 year ago

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That's Alright For Such A Night (Rewrite Chapter 9)

Word Count: 4,118

Writers Note: So far I'm enjoying rewriting this, and Now I'm adding and Rewriting my fanfic series Anyway you do into it to really solidify the timeline.

Warning: mostly fluff / Historic Language and Values/ Smut

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: During the Louisiana Hayride two breakout stars meet in a rush only to learn they've dealt their cards in the hands of fate.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Nashville, Tennessee, April 1960

"Damnit, Cece. You may be the sweetest thing I've ever met." he laughed as he kissed her hand,

"Mr. Presley." Denise sighed, rubbing her temples, "M'am." he looked back at her,

"If you'd let my artist work, that would be great." She glanced at him as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Tough crowd, huh?"

"Go, we'll talk about this when I get home." Cecelia smiled.

"I ain't leavin yet..."

"El!" Cecelia squealed.

"Not with a better kiss, baby." Cecelia giggled as she got on her tiptoes and kissed him,

"Coulda asked me to lean over." he smirked, "Like a little teapot." She smirked back at him,

"You're a kettle, honey. I'm a coffee pot." Elvis chuckled, kissing her hand and then her lips again.

" Mr. Presley!"

"I'm going, I'm going. Just had to say bye to my wife."

Cecelia laughed as she watched him leave. Elvis Walked by Denise as he kissed her on the cheek, "Couldn't leave you out, mama." Denise playfully pushed him away as she blushed.

"Now you get out of here!"

"Told you he's Charmin."Cecelia swooned.

It was 8:30 p.m., and Elvis could hear the engine of Cecelia's pink Mustang pull to the front of the house. He knew she had to be tired of working all day in the studio, but he wanted to tell her about the movie and his idea to get hers done,

"Hope I didn't miss dinner." he heard her voice from the front door as Vernon smiled,

"You didn't miss much," Cecelia gave him a nod,

"Great, I'm tired and starving." she smiled, "And I dearly missed my-" she ran into her husband's arms and kissed him all over his face,

"Missed me, I see." Elvis winked as he dipped her and planted a playfully wet kiss on her lips.

"Always do."

Vernon smiled, seeing the two lovers in each other's arms as he shook his head, reminding him of how he and Gladys used to be.

"I'll let you two be."

"So, did you send the soundtrack off?" Elvis asked. He didn't mean to bug her about it. He was just excited for her.

"Mhmm, to Desilu studio's, which is always a dream to film at." she smiled.

"Of course, you could always send it to Paramount." he hinted, "Since it's where we're going."

"We're..." she looked at him,

"Managed to pull some strings with The Colonel."

"I'm sure that was easy to do." She rolled her eyes, "But how'd you do it? How'd you snow him this time!" Sitting on the white couch in the living room.

"I told him you ain't going to be a distraction."

"That's all?" She laughed,

"And you were there for business. So we wouldn't see each other none."

"Ah yes, there it is... The snow," she shook her head,

"Don't give me that sad look."

"What sad look?"

"That one, doll, you know I'm gonna see ya." he kissed her forehead,

"But..."

"Just trickin' him is all," he laughed. "Besides, your mama thought it was a hilarious idea."

"Of course she did..."

"Baby..."

"El, it pains me that I have to hide our love. I can only kiss you when no one is around or here, or the studio, or my mother's mansion," she sighed, "I love you. And I'm not afraid to show it, even if The Colonel gets pissed he'll have to be madder than a viper about it." she then took a deep breath, "I'm your wife damnit and maybe one day the mother of your children too!"

"Been bottling that up, huh," he looked at her as she nodded,

"You know what, no more hiding it then."

"You mean it..."

"Anyone's got a problem with it, they can go through me."

"Elvis..."

"Nope, if it's botherin you that much, then to hell what everyone thinks." Elvis kissed her cheek,

"Elvis strikes again." She giggled,

"Damn right, he does."

Hollywood California. April 1960

"So I have good news..." Cecelia grinned, watching as the hair team did his hair,

"What's the news, darlin," he asked, looking over his shoulder,

"Well, the scripts greenlit and... the cast is getting in place and..." Elvis smiled at her as she kept rambling,

"Who's playing the love interest."

"Oh, you wouldn't know him," she smirked,

"Tell me all about him."

"Well, he's charming. He's done five movies. He has a slew of records and appealing to the audience." She leaned over his shoulder, "Sounds like a catch," he smirked,

"I picked him myself." She kissed his cheek,

"Do I need to worry about this guy?" Elvis asked, leaning into her joke.

"Not really," she kissed his cheek,

"So when do we start filming?"

"Well... next week, but I start getting fitted into my costume today." She smiled,

"You'll have to show me." he looked at her lips,

"Elvis... My boy, why aren't you in costume."

"The buzz kill rings." Cecelia sighed, pulling away from him.

"Stop by around lunch." he winked. The Colonel was still on and on yapping. As she giggled, swooning,

"SHIT, I'm late!"

Running across to Desilu studios, she had made it just in time for her fitting. Cecelia had feathers in her hair and a two-piece dress made of diamonds, which was supposed to go to Marilyn Monroe.

"You look beautiful..." Cecelia nodded, looking at herself in the mirror, "It's the perfect dress for a gem like you." Lucile smiled, "Course, if I had your figure, I'd always dress like that." she joked with her cigarette in her mouth.

"Let's see you walk in it..." she sauntered in it and gave it a turn,

"You don't think it's too much?" Cecelia asked,

"I'd say wear it around a bit, get used to it." Cecelia nodded as she took a deep breath. It was happening. Something she wrote was coming to life. Cecelia was walking towards the studio cafeteria. All eyes were on her as she glistened and glittered beyond the lights. She was like a seductive angel. But only one gentleman caught her eye.

"You're drawing attention to yourself..." Midge whispered.

"So do Rita and Marilyn." She walked by as she got in line. Elvis had popped in as the women swooned and said hi, but his eyes caught onto the woman with every man at her feet. His heart skipped a beat the same way it did at the Hayride. As she turned around, he could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. She was a knock out she was,

"Cecelia..." she saw him, the uniform nearly sending her over the moon, reminding her of how he looked in the army,

"Hello... Sergeant Tulsa."

"Costume fits u-u-uh nicely..."

"So does yours..." she bit her lip, almost piercing it. Taking her by the hand, she could feel the sensation of the leather gloves.

"We've got an hour to kill..."

"Then let's not waste it..." she smirked. Before she knew it, her back was against Elvis' dressing room, and her leg around his waist,

"Tell me whatcha want baby,"

"You... " she pulled him by his tie. She kissed him deeply, licking his bottom lip as his mouth opened. She wanted to, no needed to taste him, and he needed the same. His hand found the zipper on her dress.

"We got an hour go slow..." she moaned in his ear as she felt his tongue on her neck.

"It's hard to when you're dressed like this..." nipping at her skin as he trailed his kisses lower towards her breast, giving each of her nipples attention, her head hitting against the wall already.

"Fuck..." she gasped as he smirked,

"You're gonna have to stay quiet, doll..." slipping his finger in her mouth as her pretty cherry lips sucked on them. Oh, how he wished she was sucking somewhere else. Cecelia was already on cloud nine. But she needed to feel him. Pulling away, she pushed him against the couch, pinning him down as she straddled him, undoing his belt buckle, finally getting to the main prize,

"See someones eager..."

"You know what you in uniform does to me." she whispered in his ear, "Remind me." he laughed as she released him from his pants, her hands on his chest as Cecelia sank down on him, a shiver taking over her as Cecelia moaned, "Breathe darlin take it real slow." his hand on her cheek as she leaned into his touch, "Elvis~" she gasped, "Cock drunk already darlin." he chuckled thrusting up into her, his hands on her hips as she followed the rhythm of every pump. She whined as Cecelia arched her back. Falling into the pleasure, if Elvis hadn't known better, he had thought she'd had Betty Page beat to flexibility.

"That's it, princess..." he grunted and groaned. She was in heaven, and so was he, "Hold on tight..." Picking her up, she was against the wall again, his hips sputtering faster into her. The two filling the room with skin slapping and moans, "Elvis fuck! Faster deeper!" clawing at his back. "Fuck Cece..." he growled in her ear, fulfilling her commands as he could feel it squeezing tighter around him. Elvis was getting lost in the pleasure, and so was she. Neither could care less about anything but each other and the moment. Her hands were in his hair as she tugged a few dark strands. Cecelia was right at her peak, and he was only a mile away,

"Don't stop! Right there Fuck me!" It was as if lightning struck through him. His hips sputtered out of control, almost as if he were dancing, "Baby! Cece ..." he felt her kissing his neck as she bit his ear. Oh, she had messed up now. He was seeing stars, and so was she, still fucking her through her glass-shattering orgasm as her body finally fell limp against his own,

"Did you..."

"Mhmm..." her breathing was heavy and sporadic, "Did you..." she felt him pulling out as she felt empty again. She could feel some fluid running down her leg. Elvis took a wet towel, cleaning her up. Her legs were shaking like Bambi's as he laughed,

"Was I too rough, honey...."

"You were perfect." she blushed, her head on his chest as she kissed his neck again,

"Oops..."

"What, darlin..."

"Someone's gonna need the hair and makeup team."

"Mr. Presley, we need you back on set!"

"Fuck..." he mumbled, "You stay here til I get back." he kissed her forehead, "It's all I can do." she chuckled. Fixing himself up, he walked out of his dressing room and back on set."Have you seen Cece..." Midge looked at him. She then smelled the perfume on his wrinkled costume. "You don't wanna go in there..." Elvis warned,

"Whys that Presley..." she smirked, "We're you two getting busy in there..." Midge looked at all the details as she laughed, and he blushed,

"I knew I heard what I heard when I heard it..."

"Don't tell the Colonel."

"I'm sure he knows loverboy."

A few days had passed, and it was almost close to the wrapping of G.I. Blues. Cecelia had been in her dressing room getting ready to film all her solo scenes when standing by her doorway was, "Elvis... what are you doing here..." she chuckled as the hairstylist was doing her hair, "Wanted to see my favorite girl," he leaned in and kissed her as the stylist gasped, he then handed her a bouquet of pink roses, Elvis must have done something and she wanted to know what, "So I may have let it spill in an interview that we're married... and your mama won't stop callin about it, and Colonels pissed," he looked at her poker face, hoping she wasn't mad,

"Well, you did the right thing," she smirked,

"You're not mad..."

"Nope..." she looked at him,

"Cece..."

"El, I said I wanted everyone to know, and now they do. Although I doubt they'll believe it." she giggled,

"So you're not mad?"

"Nope."

"Promise."

"Promise." She kissed his hand. Cecelia grinned, holding the flowers in her hand.

Later that night, Cecelia was in their California home on the phone,

"Have you read the papers?"

"I have..."

"And you're not going to debunk them."

"No," she sighed, "California's a bit different, " rolling her eyes as her mother was gritting her teeth, "Cecelia, just be careful I don't..."

"Don't want me hurt, don't worry, Elvis has already punched two men in my honor."

"HE DID WHAT!"

"Oh, would you look at the time bedtime, Bye!" she hung up giggling,

"So how'd the Colonel take it..." her eyes were trailing to a damp Elvis coming out of the shower, towel around his waist, her mouth wetter than her other lips,

"Take what, angel?"

"Uh, the news?"She tried to focus as she watched him dry his hair off.

"Darlin, it ain't polite to stare,"

"It is when it's a work of art." She pulled him by the towel as she laughed,

"Can't get enough of me?" he laughed. Until he saw Cecelia upside down on the bed with her mouth wide open,

"Doll..."

"You've been pleasing me. It's only fair I return the favor."Cecelia's voice dripped like honey, "Can you let me do that for you, sugar..." her southern accent oozed with seduction. Elvis could barely focus. The moonlight was glistening on her brown skin, and she sounded and looked so sweet he knew she deserved a taste, her lips wrapped around his length as she took all of him. She loved she could make him moan just from her lips alone. Elvis tugged at her hair. Setting the rhythm with each thrust in her mouth, he could see her eyes looking right at his as another guttural moan left his lips,

He was in heaven from every lick, suck, and gag from his dear angel.

"Fuck...You're too good to me, baby." he could feel himself twitching around her as she focused on the base of his pretty pink tip. Elvis was about to explode if she didn't stop, but he didn't want her to,

"Just like that..." his hips moving faster. Ropes of cum were on her tongue as she looked at him. Completely drunk by his taste, Cecelia swallowed, "You're one naughty girl. You know that, right," Pulling out as she nodded at him, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally those lips he loved so much.

"Now it's my turn."

"But El."

"Ah..." he was between her thighs. Elvis pulled the bottoms of her baby doll pajamas down. His teeth grazed the inside of her thighs as he licked and trailed his sweet kisses back up to her soaking-wet panties, "El!" she grabbed his hair as she felt his tongue lap at the spot where the stain was, "Vis..." she sighed as her eyelids fluttered.

"There's plenty more baby..." He hadn't done much to her, and she was already getting breathy and blissed out. Oh, how his heart couldn't believe this amazing woman was his wife. Removing her panties, he slowly plunged two fingers into her soaking wet cavern. The sweet moans and juicy sounds she made were only driving him crazier.

"Oh God..." she groaned as his tempo was faster, curling both fingers against her spot. His thumb was circling her clit, and his mouth was moving just as fast as his fingers. Cecelia was in pure bliss, heaven even, as she could feel her end coming soon. It was what the French called La Petite Mort,

"Oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she screamed,

"ElViS Oh God!! "she moaned. Elvis was eating as if he were starving, and he was hungry for her love, her affection, to please her, to show her he was hers and she, his own. If he couldn't tell she was a singer, he could by her moans from the E6 she was hitting just from his tongue and fingers alone,

"Baby..."

Her legs were shaking again, and he was going back down to lick her clean. She was still sensitive, but Elvis knew she couldn't take anymore. After all, neither could he. The two were still tired from earlier that day on his break from set.

"Was it too much..."

"P-Perfect." she looked at him as he cuddled her close to him.

"Still on cloud nine."

"Mhmm..."

"Me too." he kissed her forehead.

"Baby..." She took a deep breath,

" Hmmm, darlin?"

"Do you hear knocking..."

"Cecelia SHANEL VALMOS!!!"

"Oh fuck me..."

"Would you like me to..."

"Considering that's my mother at the door, I don't think so," Cecelia said. How long had Denise even been in California? She wondered as she kept knocking on the door,

"We need to talk. Now-"

Cecelia opened the door as Elvis put on his shirt,

"Hey, mama..." the two said as Denise shook her head,

"Did I catch you two at a bad time?"Denise asked as they both shook their heads,

"Good, well, meeting living room now," Denise commanded as the two followed behind her. They'd all been sitting on the couch looking at each other until Denise slammed the picture on the table,

"What's this about..."

"Well..." Elvis started,

"I told the press we were married, and they ran with it." Cecelia smiled,

"No big deal."

"No big deal, my ass, soon they'll make rumors that you're pregnant!"

Memphis, Tennessee, March 1961

"So tell us! Who are these cuties." Reporters flooding the steps of Graceland, Cecelia hadn't been in the limelight. And it wasn't because of the lack of free time from recording, but "This is Jesse Vernon Presley, and this is Elaine Marie Love Presley." the two said proudly, each holding a baby in their arm. On February 6th, 1961, Cecelia had given birth to twins, and Elvis was still mesmerized by them both. He was excited to see who they'd take after more or if they were their own little people and get in their own trouble to wreak havoc,

"So tell us, Elvis, any new music?"

"Elvis, when are you going back on tour!"

"Elvis, how do you feel about the new generation of artists."

"You know my wife here has been working on a few movies and albums and-

"Cecelia, do you plan to quit music and focus on the kids in total?."

Cecelia grumbled, "No, I plan to do both. My mother did both, and she raised me just fine." Cecelia began to grit her teeth as they kept pestering. Elvis could see how angry she was getting, "I think that's all the time we have."Elvis said as he helped Cecelia up. The two walked back into the house, and she took a deep breath. Elvis knew what that meant. She was going to blow her top, but that was until she looked into Jesse's eyes,

"You okay, mama bear?"

"I'm fine, Papa Bear." She smiled as Elvis held Elaine. She was safe and warm in Elvis's arms before she threw up on his shoulder,

"Lainie... That's the third time today." He sighed. Fatherhood was looking good on him. If Cecelia did say so herself, the way he wiped her mouth off and made funny-faced while doing so. Jesse, on the other hand, was fussy, which meant he was sleepy.

"I'm gonna put him down for his nap."

"I'll come with you." Elaine was already asleep as Jesse was still crying,

"There there, blue moon." she nuzzled his nose as Elvis kissed his forehead. His eyes were just about as blue as his daddy's.

"Think he's hungry?" Elvis asked,

"No, Elaine cries when she's hungry, and Jesse grabs at me," Cecelia said, putting him in his crib as she rocked him slowly. Elvis did the same with Elaine. They both began to sing them a lullaby as the pair had officially dozed off to sleep.

"This Parenting thing can't be so bad, can it?"Elvis questioned.

"I don't think so. The twins are asleep. You're covered in baby spit-up, and I can barely fit my favorite dresses." Cecelia teared up. "I don't even feel like myself anymore..." Elvis had her in his arms as she continued to cry,

"Baby, you are the sexiest mama I ever seen," Elvis said, kissing her face. He was right, from the way her hips were a bit fuller, but she still had curves like a winding highway that he wanted on top of him right now.

"You're just being nice." she sighed,

"Honey..."

"Hmm..."

"You're being hard on yourself again..." Elvis said, kissing her as they walked out of the nursery,

"I know, baby..."

"You're more than what those fakes out there said to you," he hugged her,

"We'll get through this crazy life together, I assure you."

Las Vegas January 1973

"JESSE GIVE ME BACK MY GUITAR!" Elaine shouted from the top of her lungs,

"MAKE ME!" He responded, standing on the hotel bed, dangling it over her head, "I'm telling Mama right now!" Elaine glared with the fury of her father as she marched out of the room and towards her parents. It was another year of the Vegas residency and another birthday spent in Vegas. But this year was different. It was the first time they bought the kids, and Cecelia already thought it was a bad idea. They could hear them arguing through the hotel walls, and neither wanted to leave the bordello dream bed as it was so cozy.

"YOU WOULDN'T TELL MAMA!"

" I WOULD!" Elaine smirked, knocking on the door.

Elvis turned over to face Cecelia as she looked over at him,

"Who's gonna settle it..." he asked,

"I got it. You rest. You've been up all night."

"You sure? I mean, today is your birthday,"

"El, you'll make it up to me." She kissed him. Cecelia then walked towards the door, and she was greeted by Elaine and Jesse, who were arguing worse than their grandparents.

"Can I help you, and one at a time, and if you even talk over each other, you both are being sent back to your room, and you will hash it out yourselves."

"Jesse took my guitar and dangled it over my head!"

"I did not!" he stuck his tongue out at his sister, Jesse was mischievous like his father and always had a prank up his sleeve, but he meant well, even if his sister didn't find it funny,

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"YOUR DADDY IS TRYING TO SLEEP AND IF YOU WAKE HIM, THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY DO YOU HEAR ME!" Elvis said from the bed as they both straightened up. Elvis had now been standing behind Cecelia in his robe as she looked up at him, "Now what happened?"

"Well. Elaine was teasing me, and so I took her guitar."

"What did you say to him, Elaine?" Cecelia asked. Elaine had a sharp tongue like both her parents. It was something she was proud of him,

"I told him he's about as dumb as a seal who thinks it's a dolphin." Elvis and Cecelia tried not to laugh,

"I told her she's as cross-eyed as Gladly the cross-eyed grizzly bear."

"I'm not cross-eyed, you moron!"

Elvis and Cecelia couldn't contain their laughter as their children kept going. There was so much of them in their children, but also, there was so much love,

"You two apologize to each other." Elvis said, trying to catch his breath, "Lord have mercy." Elaine and Jesse glared at each other. Jesse's blue eyes were intense, like his father's, but not like Elaine's, who had brownish-green eyes that pooled up when she was angry.

"I'm not apologizin to her."

"Jesse Vernon Presley... don't make me put grandma on the phone. That goes for you too. Elaine."Cecelia said, her hands on her hips.

"But!"

"Ah. Ah, you two are the only things you've got in this world," the two rolled their eyes,

"Listen to your mama."

"Yes, daddy..." they mumbled,

"Your daddy and I didn't have anyone else in the world to talk to."

"What about aunt Midge and uncle Jerry?" Jesse asked.

"Yes, but no, what your mama means is, when we're old an grey and gone, you two will still be here through thick and thin."Elvis smiled,

"So it's important, you two stick together," Cecelia kissed both of their foreheads, "Now apologize..."

"I'm sorry..." Jesse hugged his sister,

"I'm sorry too," Elaine smiled,

"Good, now, why don't you two get dressed and..."

"Oh boy, it's Star Trek!" Jesse and Elaine flopped on the bed as Cecelia and Elvis laughed.

"Well there goes your birthday surprise..."

"We still got tonight." Cecelia smirked,

"YOU'RE STUPID!" Elaine shouted,

"YOU'RE A MORON!" Jesse said back.

"Definitely tonight." Elvis mumbled, rubbing his temples.

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practically-an-x-man · 1 year ago

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top 5 fics you've read recently, top 5 zoo animals, and top 5 favorite colors? :)

Ooh awesome!! thank you!!

Top Five Fics I've Read Recently:

(fair warning I've pretty much only been reading my friends' works lately since that's all I have time for, so I can't say these will branch out much)

King and Lionheart by @can-of-pringles (The Sandman, found family, lots of angst)

Protecting Yourself and the Ones You Love by @warcats-cat (Good Omens, ineffable husbands, more angst and an awesome fight scene)

Matt Murdock x Reader Oneshots by @ellephlox (self-explanatory. Don't read a lot of X Reader unless it's done well, but these are like crack to me)

Necrosis by @nebulousfishgills (Twilight [which is a fandom I'm not even in lol], SUPER dark and intense, y'all know it has to be good if I looked up the Twilight wiki to read it)

Coming Back to Life by @theonetryingtolive (Marvel, also very dark, includes a lot of my favorite characters and they're all incredibly accurate)

Obviously I've got a lot more recent fics that I've loved reading, and it was hard to narrow it down to just five, but if I didn't cap it at five I'd be here forever

Top Five Zoo Animals

Snow leopard

Spotted genet

River otter

California condor

Flying fox

Top Five Favorite Colors

Dark blue (almost black)

Silver

Phthalo green

Black

Tennessee Orange (Go Big O, I'm obligated to put it on the list)

Ask Me My Top 5 Anything!

#my friends!!!#answered asks #ask game

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Zane Morgue

Chapter Two

WARNING: The following content includes graphic depictions of murder. Reader discretion is advised

December 21st, 1991. 9:59 P.M.

A woman sat on her bed, holding a black phone to her ear.

"Yeah, okay. See you there. Bye, sexyyy," she said into the phone before putting it back. The caller id next to the phone charger went blank. The woman stood up and went to her closet, grabbing her black tennis shoes and turning off her lights. She tip-toed to the window facing the back of her house.

The woman carefully snuck out of her house and walked towards the street. There was a party tonight at her classmate's house, she was just on the phone with her boyfriend who was confirming that she was coming. She eventually came across a shortcut to the neighborhood the classmate lived in that went through the woods.

The woods were dark, and cold. With every few steps on the snowy ground, the woman felt like she was growing slower. A branch snapped nearby, causing a group of birds to fly away. After trudging through the snow for a while, the brunette came across a paper on a skinny looking tree.

The writing on the uncrumpled piece of paper looked violent, like someone was trying to write it as fast as they could. The letters on the paper spelled out "N⨂ EYES."

"Fuckin' weirdos," the woman said as she pulled the paper off the tree. As she was about to crumple it, she could sense something behind her.

July 10th, 2010. 10:46 A.M.

Zane rolled over and groaned as he eventually started to wake up.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Toby said with a twitch as he threw a breakfast sandwich from a gas station at the other male.

He groaned and pushed himself up. He grabbed the sandwich and unwrapped it.

"Why are you still following me?" he asked, taking a bite into his sandwich.

"Because I'll get punished if I return to Slenderman emptyhanded," the masked one said with another twitch.

"Why doesn't he just come and get me himself?"

Toby shrugged in response. Zane stood up and brushed off his pants.

"I'm going to stay with my grandparents in Louisiana," Zane stated, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Like hell you a-are! I'm supposed to bring you to Slenderman," Toby responded, crumbling up the wrapper of his sandwich and throwing it to the side.

"Why haven't you tried to force me to then?"

"You're taller, you can put up a fight."

"True," the burned one responded before grabbing his bag off the ground.

“I’m still going through, like it or not, they at least need to know I’m okay.”

“How do you know that th-they won’t turn you in?” Toby asked, his neck popping.

“I’m sure they’ll understand once I tell them what happened,” Zane countered, started to walk away.

“That reminds me, you never told me what happened. Why’d you k-kill your old man?” the ticci one inquired, following Zane.

He stopped for a second, pausing. He turned to Toby and turned back toward his original direction.

“What do you care?” he asked, starting to walk again.

“Curious,” Toby replied, picking up the pace, “I wonder how you t-turned out this way.”

"I got into a fight, all you need to know," Zane replied, the old dead leaves, probably from last year's fall, and twigs cracked and snapped as they were crushed by his dirty shoes.

"Fine, don't tell me. I don't care anyway," the masked one huffed, his hands loosened on the hatchets, causing them to swing a bit.

Zane rolled his eyes and continued walking. He didn't even know what state he was in, what city, all he knew was that he's walked way too far to be near his old home. Maybe he was in Kentucky, or Tennessee. He started to feel a sense of doom, like his situation was going to get worse soon, if that was even possible.

After walking for what felt like hours, the two stumbled upon a gas station. Zane was kind of hungry, the breakfast sandwich he had wasn't as filling as he hoped. He checked his wallet and was met with 98 cents. Well, if he already committed murder, he might as well shoplift too.

"I'm gonna go in... do you uh... do you want anything?" He asked Toby, turning his head towards him.

"I'm good," The shorter one responded. With that, Zane walked up closer to the gas station's doors. Right as he was about to go in, wanted posters for him were plastered near the doors. He groaned and tore them down, before walking in.

"Welcome in," a gruff voice called out to the boy. The cashier it came from didn't seem to be paying any attention to him, no, he was watching something on a laptop.

Zane took that as an opportunity to grab whatever he could. Chips, drinks, whatever he could stuff in his bag. The cashier eventually looked up from whatever he was watching to see Zane stealing.

"Hey! Kid! I hope your planning on paying for those!" he exclaimed. The skinnier male turned around and that's when he noticed a look of realization on the worker's face.

"Holy shit.. you're that guy who killed his dad! Shit, I got to tell the cops about this," The heavier male said as he grabbed the phone and started to dial 911.

The last thing Zane could remember was reaching for the hatchet in his bag.

July 10th, 2010. 12:11 P.M.

"You wanna t-tell me why there's blood all over your sweater?" Toby asked, breaking the silence of their walk.

Zane shook his head. The memory was traumatizing enough. Red splattered all over the counter and the shelf where they withheld the cigarettes from underage customers. The cashier's body slumped over on the ground, his neck nothing more than a bloody stump. The grisly sight of the man's headless body and the axe he was murdered with in Zane's own hands was enough to make him sick to his stomach.

"Actually, you don't have to. I c-can tell what happened," The twitchy one stated, snickering a bit. Zane’s walking was a bit stiff, he felt like Carrie White with the amount of blood he was drenched in. He never liked the feeling of wet clothes, it felt uncomfortable, but just knowing what liquid was making them wet made the uncomfortable feeling more enhanced.

“You did it for your own safety. You would’ve been on your way to death row by now,” he thought, trying to convince himself that he’s better than the average murderer.

“Two people now, eh? One m-more and you’ll be a full-on serial killer!” Toby joked, was this his way of bringing the mood up? Zane was a mess. He was having a full-on panic attack, he didn’t want to be a murderer. He didn’t want to take lives. That man probably had dreams, goals, projects, and Zane just took that away because he didn’t want to get caught by the police. He was no better than the regular psychopathic murderer, another Dahmer or Bundy waiting to happen.

The two came upon a tall bridge above a lake. Zane had the urge to jump off it, give himself over to the grim reaper. He deserved to die after killing a man. He knew that it wouldn’t do anything though except get his clothes all wet.

Zane stopped reminiscing and sat on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water as it flowed. The sound of the water hitting the rocks and falling off the edge ahead was somewhat calming.

Toby didn’t say anything, he didn’t even seem to be looking at the other male or the water. No, he was looking… behind Zane?

And right after that realization is when Zane felt something hit his head. Everything faded to black, like the ending of a movie.

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