#she would be used to us know nothing southerners not knowing there is new york outside of nyc ���😔

[5-htagonist]

appalachian!toudens au. i have genuinely no idea how or why they would meet most of the cast to be honest. but making most of the cast southeastern/appalachian states american is really funny to me. marcille is from suburban new york state. she is still italian

[urmadiik]

1610 Miles x southernbelle!black!fem!reader? She’s basically Charlotte la Bouf from the princess and the frog with her personality and aesthetic but black, and she’s moving to Brooklyn for the first time after living in the country for so long. She’s also new to Brooklyn Visions and Miles shows her around, and they eventually become close and she meets Miles’s family when they start dating :)

AWW I LOVE CHARLOTTE OMGG ILL TRY !!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! : Miles!1610 x Black!fem!reader , fluff , reader has a southern accent , death mentioned, use of y/n, try to visualize the reader with a country accent/the same voice Charlotte la about had I can’t do all the work here 😞, shy reader, google translated Spanish ♡︎

feel free to give suggestions / tips on my writing only if it’s respectful !!

˚ ✧ ✩ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 ✩ ✧ ˚

From the moment you were able to comprehend words, you have always longed for a prince just as the pretty princesses did in your storybooks. All afternoon, you would giggle as your mother would sit in her tall, wooden chair. Reading your stories as her melodic voice danced as the sound hit your ears, you sitting big-eyed on the floor, just happy to listen.

Your father’s business had slowed down over the past couple of months and before you knew it, you packed your bags and moved from your large estate in New Orleans to a smaller home all the way in the Big Apple (New York). You weren’t very thrilled about the new move either.

You’ve always believed your life would end with a happily ever after, no matter how bad things got. But that narrative shortly altered as on your 14th birthday, your mother died, her body becoming too frail and weak to fight her illness anymore. After that, you felt so miserable. You’ve always admired her, from her modest and ladylike style to her soothing voice that could always make the burning feeling in your throat ease as you sobbed in her chest. Her scent of vanilla and cocoa butter lingered in your nostrils as you nestled in the crook of her neck, her warm and slim hands gently rubbing your back and cooing sweet nothings in your ear. And now she’s just..gone..?

Ever since then, you couldn't get over the fact that she was really gone. You tried to keep her memory alive the best you could, keeping small mementos around your room. Once you forgot the exact shade of her eye color and vowed to yourself you’d never forget anything else again. Was it honey brown or a deep brown? You didn’t know, your vision blurred as tears burned your eyes as you searched around your room for even a photograph of her.

Although that was how it felt on the inside, your physical appearance didn’t change one bit. Apart from your sunken eyes and the redness in the crease of your eyelid, your attitude didn’t change towards people. You remained upbeat and kind, but somehow there was always a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach no matter how hard you tried to act like you were truly happy.

As you were deep in thought in the backseat of a taxi, you jumped a little as you heard a man speaking to you.

“This your stop?” He spat with a hint of an urgency, his thick accent making it a tad hard to comprehend.

“Hm? Oh, yessir.” You nodded as you speedily handed the man his a handful of cash and exited the car, afraid to get a tardy on the first day of school.

“You already paid.” The man said, trying to hand you back the money,

“Just a tip.” You shrugged as you walked up the steps of the school building and pushed open the doors.

As you walked through Brooklyn Visions, looking like a lost cat as you gazed at everything with a sparkle in your eye, you felt people staring at you. Maybe it was the way you decorated your uniform with golden jewelry and pearls or how it was obvious you weren’t from here, either way they were staring.

When you found your classroom, you gripped the cold, metal handle and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the long day it was about to be before opening. As you closed the door behind you and immediately, all eyes were on you which made you a little uncomfortable.

“Yes Ms?” You spoke softly.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?” She gestured back to the class.

“No thank you, where do I sit?”

“Next to…” She glanced around the room for an open seat.

“Sit next to Miles.” She pointed. “Raise your hand Miles” She said a little louder.

“Hm..? Oh yeah.” He whispered under his breath as he set down his pencil he was scribbling with.

You gazed upon the freckled-faced boy, taking note of his appearance for a second. You walked over to the desk, pulled out the chair, and sat next to him, your leg bouncing as you silently sat and stared at the ground, trying to not get uncomfortable by the staring kids even if they made an effort not to make it evident.

As the teacher clicked play on the projector and the lights in the classroom dimmed, you felt a little nudge beside you.

“You new here?” Miles whispered softly.

“Hm..?” You mumbled, leaning in a little as your eyes stuck to the board as the video played out.

“You new here?” He repeated with a slight sigh.

“Oh yea! ‘Just moved in.” You chirped quietly.

You soon began to have a full conversation with the boy, your gaze adjusting to his face. Where you came from, how the South was like, your favorite songs. It all just flowed out so naturally with him.

“I like Sade t-“

And just as the discussion was just getting good, you heard a piercing voice cut you off.

“Ms. Y/n and Mr. Morales?” The teacher narrowed her eyes as she spoke as she paused the video.

“Yes’m?” You quickly lowered your head slightly to the ground as he did the same.

“Yes ma’am?” He spoke softly.

“Stop talking or I’ll separate the two of you.” She spoke, her hands crossed before she unpaused the video and sat back on her desk.

“Yes’m.” “Yes ma’am.” You both said in unison, eyes pointing back up at the board.

After the class got dismissed, you packed up all your things until you felt a tiny tap on your shoulder again.

“So uh..Y/n?”

“Mhm?” You said with a slight smile.

“Could I maybe..give you a tour of the school..?” He mumbled quickly, tugging at his collar subconsciously.

“Oh s’pose..” Your smile grew a tiny bit larger as he enveloped his warm hand in yours and sauntered with you all around campus. He showed you the gym, the cafeteria and even walked you to your next class.

Throughout the day, you couldn’t help but ponder why the boy took such an interest in you, playing with the tight bun that sat on top of your head I’m the school bathroom mirror while you scrunched your nose at the light but familiar smell as you adjusted the satin bow in the back. Pushing the pins back into place with ease. Your wonders would soon come to a halt as you sat at an empty lunch table, your cheek in your palm as your elbow rested comfortably on the table. You were picking at the suspicious pieces on ‘pineapples’ with your fork when you saw a familiar face.

“Miles?” You smiled with a glimmer of relief as you motioned him to come sit with you, hoping to make atleast one companion.

The boy happily accepted your request and sat next to you. And just like that, you made your first friend. Short “hi’s” as you crossed paths in the halls turned into walking each other to and from class, then getting each other numbers, which transitioned into a talking stage, and before you knew it, you had the prince you’d always dreamt of since you were a little girl. A prince who loved and cherished you the way you thought of him.

Miles was such a sweetheart, which made comfortable confiding in him. Though the two of you had things in common, you both had the same values and beliefs which you cared cared for the most. You shared with him your struggles to make meaningful connections with people and why you truly came to New York, despite feeling a tad embarrassed. You even opened up to him about your late mother and how difficult it has been since she passed. And throughout each talk or meltdown, he was always there. He let you sob into his arms as you cuddled in his chest comfortably, running his warm hands up and down your back. And even if his gifts weren’t the most expensive, they were priceless in your eyes. Every time you weren’t feeling your best, a little origami swan or rose would sit on your windowsill, making your heart flutter with excitement each time. Or, you a little goodie bag with your favorite snacks were disguised perfectly behind your text books, your giggles would make his cheeks heat up as you read his corny lil love letters. And for the first time in months, you were truly happy.

One evening while Miles was walking you home, pinkies interlocked, he mumbled something that caught your attention.

“So how would you feel if you uhm.. met my parents..?” He said in a hushed tone, pulling on his collar out of habit.

“Meeting your parents?” You smiled, feeling a bit of a rush that he had thought you were that important.

He answered with a swift nod.

“Id love to!” You kissed on the nose sweetly as the walk stopped short at the front door of your house.

“Tomorrow at 6?” He looked down at you while you looked up.

“Mhm,” You nodded as you waved goodbye to him and entered your home, rushing up the stairs to brainstorm an outfit to wear for this new occasion. Your daddy was home as usual, so you decided to just leave a sticky note on where you were going since the two of you practically communicated through little notes of the fridge or text now because of his job that required him to work from before you opened your eyes to long after you shut your eyes for the day. Sure you did miss him and the once lively home in New Orleans you once knew, but you accepted it was for the best and came to terms with that reality.

The next evening, after school, Miles came to pick you up. You rushed down the stairs as soon as you heard his recognizable 3 knocks on the door. You didn’t even spare time to look through the peephole which was a force of habit that always made him upset.

“Cariño (sweetheart), what’d I tell you about the door?” He huffed softly.

“I know, I know, sorry..but look at my outfit!”As you gestured to your attire, you were wearing your favorite black frilly button-up. Along with that, a white skirt lined with a pink bow at the end that stopped abruptly at the knee. You paired it with a pair of black heels and white stockings outlining your legs comfortably.

“Yes princesa, you look beautiful as always.” He chuckled lightly as he examined you head to toe, down to the pearl jewelry assorted carefully in your hair and throughout the outfit.

“You think your parents will like it?” You smiled up at him, letting him take your hand and walk you.

“They’ll love it.” He assured, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

When you got to the door, you were practically shaking in your boots.

“Miles…I don’t know about this anymore. What if they don’t like me..?” You frown, your hand hovering above the cold door knob.

“They’ll love you baby, I’m sure of it.” He said softly, giving you one of his “everything’s gonna be alright” smiles.

“But what if-“

“Shh…I like you a lot, and if my parents can’t see that then I don’t care. You’re my girlfriend, not theirs.”

You took a deep breath, shook your head, put on your best smile and opened the door.

“Hi Mrs and Mr Morales!” You chirp.

“Oh hi! You must be y/n, correct?” She smiled widely.

“Yes ma’am!” You nodded, sitting down at the dining table, Miles following behind you.

“So..” Jeff mumble as they all sat down, a paper plate of pizza in front of you.

At first, dinner was so awkward. You weren’t the best at starting a conversation, so you all just sorta…stared at each other. A few uncomfortable giggles and silent glances around the room, but that’s all. Luckily, Mikes knew of your antisocial antics and decided to help out.

“Y/n’s really good at Spanish y’know?” He brought up, breaking the unbearable silence.

“Really?” Rio smiled, finally showing some interest in the conversation.

“Oh uhm..yeah! I have an A and sometimes help him with some of his homework!”

And for the rest of the night, it ran smoothly. The room filled with laughter and cute stories about Miles when he was younger, reminiscing over the past. Over the course of you and Miles’ relationship, you and Rio had gotten really close. From asking “When is she coming over again?” to baking and gossiping with each other, you were practically best friends. She even slipped up and called you her daughter time to time, which almost brought tears to your eyes from how endearing it was too you. In a way, you saw her as a mother figure.

[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Five: Nights in Memphis

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 17,773

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Oral (f and m receiving), deep throat, fingering, tiny bit of nipple play, some body worshipping, public sex (kinda?), unprotected sex, choking, rough sex (kinda?), dirty talk, daddy kink, use of the word slut, lots of fluff, not really any angst. (I went easy on them this time, lol), typical elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: HI BESTIES. I KNOW IT'S LATE. But I got it done! I don't know how this got so damn long, but here we are. I know the last chapter was filled with so much drama and angst. It was a lot. But I thought I'd give you lots of smut and some cuteness and funny moments. It's Christmas time and Rebecca is heading to Memphis to spend it with Elvis and Lisa. I think this chapter really strengths the bond between Elvis and Rebecca and it's just so cute. I hope you guys enjoy it! Possible spelling errors because I am too lazy to proof read this.

It had been a long two weeks since the last time Rebecca saw Elvis. After that night with Linda she stayed true to her word and left the next morning on the earliest flight. Elvis tried to make her stay, but she refused. He needed to understand she needed space and time to think. He got her to open up to him and be vulnerable and it felt like a knife in the back when she found out his secret. But in true Elvis fashion he wasn’t giving up, he called everyday since she left. He didn’t bother calling the Elvis phone as she called it,  because he knew she wouldn’t answer, but even before her plane had landed he was calling her apartment and checking in with Abby if she had gotten home. At first Rebecca was ignoring his calls because he was not respecting that she needed space. But after a while Abby and Paul got tired of answering and being her messengers, so she had no choice. Every call was the same, he sounded out of it and sad; begging her to come back and all of his sweet talk. She had to admit she missed hearing that slow southern drawl of his and the way he said her name and called her baby. She missed him. 

Elvis’ world seemed to crumble around him when she left. Rebecca being the light in his life was more than just a sweet sentiment, it’s like his whole world went black without her. Sure he could’ve had any woman he wanted to warm his bed and to keep him company while she was gone. But things were different this time, all he wanted was Rebecca. He couldn’t even stand the thought of another woman beside him. Even his shows were becoming affected by this that he seemed to just ramble for a good portion of the show rather than sing. Which caused a few people in some of the shows to walk out. Some of the guys were getting tired of him moping around over her, but there was nothing they could do. He was in love and for the first time ever he knew for sure that she was the one. 

Christmas was only days away and she had no plans of going home because she and her mother were not on speaking terms at the moment. She would have the apartment to herself because Abby was going home and Paul was spending it with his boyfriend. They had invited her to join either one of them, but she just wasn't feeling in the Christmas spirit. On top of everything happening with Elvis, she was now out of a job after what happened in Vegas with the movie her manager set her up with and Elvis completely ruining it. Harvey was so worried Elvis would come bursting in on another porn set if he put her in anything else. But it didn’t bother because she wasn’t really looking into continuing that line of work now. It pushed her to try to look for actual acting jobs and maybe start what she came to New York to do, become a serious actress. She laid in bed in her underwear, smoking a joint and searching the newspapers for any ads looking for actresses. She was smart enough to know now what was porn and what wasn’t in the ads. She highlighted certain jobs as she scanned each side of the job section. She was suddenly interrupted when the Elvis phone began to ring and it completely stopped her in her tracks and she looked over at the phone, debating if she wanted to answer it. It continued to ring and she sighed knowing it was either Charlie calling for Elvis or it was the man himself. She rolled out of bed, placing the joint between her lips as she grabbed the phone and answered it. 

“Hello?” she mumbled as the joint dangled out of her mouth. 

“R-Rebecca? Honey, that you?” the southern voice on the other end muttered. 

She knew who it was without hesitation and part of her was happy to hear his voice again even though lately the sound of him concerned her. She took the joint out of her mouth and sat it in the ashtray. 

“Yes, Elvis, it’s me. Are you okay? You sound funny.” she said softly. 

“Aw, I’m fine, honey. Just fine.. I-I just wanted to hear your voice..” he mumbled. 

“You heard it this morning and this afternoon because you keep calling. I told you I needed space. How am I supposed to get it if you keep calling me?” she replied. 

“Hell, I told ya I was sorry, baby.” he mumbled. 

“I know you’re sorry, I’ve forgiven you. But Elvis.. It doesn’t make things 100% okay with us. You still lied to me. I’m afraid to trust you.” she sighed. 

Elvis had grown silent on the other end. He didn’t know what else to do and why she just wouldn’t move on from it. He felt she could trust him. He’d been on his best behavior since she left. No other girls, no one because he just wanted her. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he changed the subject. 

“I’m headin’ back to Memphis tomorrow  for few days for christmas because Lisa is comin’ to visit. Then I’ve gotta go back to Vegas to finish up the last of the shows after that.” he hummed. 

She rolled her eyes when he changed the subject instead of talking to her about what was going on. 

“That’s nice, Elvis. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you. I hope you enjoy the holiday.” she replied, now wanting to hang up. 

“Come to Memphis, baby. I wanna see ya.. Please? Do you have plans for christmas?” he asked. 

“I-.. No, I don’t have plans, I won’t be going home this year. But Elvis I’m not coming to Memphis.” she said. 

“Are you spendin’ it with your friends?” he asked curiously. 

“No..” she mumbled. 

“So, you’re all alone? Even more of a reason for ya to come down, baby. Please? We could spend Christmas together and try to fix this.. I’d really like to see ya.. Don’t ya wanna see me?” he asked. 

She sighed softly, he wasn’t going to give up until she said yes and part of her did want to see him because she missed him more than she thought she would. But another part of her was concerned for him and thought maybe seeing him would be best because he wasn’t sounding great. No matter what was going on she cared for his well being. As she continued to think about what she wanted to do, his voice on the other end of the line was still begging for her to come to Memphis. 

“Of course I want to see you. But what about your daughter? Will she be okay with a stranger coming?” she asked. 

“Lisa? Oh, honey, she’s excited to meet you. I’ve told her all about ya. So? Will you come? No point in spendin’ it alone, baby.” he said happily. 

“F-Fine.. I’ll come. But don’t think I’m going back to Vegas with you when it’s all over. I’m coming back to New York.” she said sternly. 

Elvis beamed happily on the other end, feeling so relieved that she was coming that even the sadness in his voice had gone away. 

“That’s fine, baby. I’ll get Charlie or one of the guys to buy the ticket for you and he’ll call you with the details later. You’ll love Memphis, baby. I have so much to show ya. I can’t wait for you to see Graceland.” he said happily.

“Well, I can’t wait to see the place I’ve heard so much about. I should go now, I’ve gotta start packing my things before it’s too late.” she said softly. 

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. I love you.” he mumbled. 

She was quiet after hearing those last words of his and she cleared your throat a bit, not really sure of what to say back. She loved him, but she wasn’t sure how to even say it to him; she just felt weird after everything.

“Me too, Elvis. I’ll talk to you soon.. Bye.” she whispered, hanging up the phone. 

Elvis furrowed his brow when she didn’t say it back to him, but he wasn’t going to let that get him down because his girl was coming to Memphis and he was over the moon with excitement. He quickly called down to Charlie’s room and informed him of the plans and told him to purchase her a plane ticket and then call her with the details. Not only was going to see his little daughter, but now he’d spend Christmas with the woman he loved and hoped that he could patch things up. He was even more excited for Lisa to meet Rebecca. He thought the two of them would get along well.  

Rebecca sighed, not knowing how she let him talk her into going down to Memphis, but she didn’t see the harm in it. At least she’d have some sort of plans for Christmas and she could see him again. She put the job search on hold and went to her closet and grabbed her suitcase out and sat it on her bed and then searched through her closet for clothes to wear. She wasn’t sure what the weather was like down in Memphis and New York was freezing. So, she decided to just pack for both climates just in case. The thought of meeting his daughter made her nervous. She wasn’t really great with kids or even knew how to talk to them. But she was going to do her best to try to bond with her in some way. After she had gotten both her suitcases packed she set them aside and plopped back down into her bed and grabbed her joint, taking a big drag from it as she stared at the phone waiting for Charlie to call with the information on her ticket. She was hoping the weed would knock her right out because she had no clue how she was going to sleep tonight. She felt so nervous because she hadn’t seen him in two weeks, she felt so silly feeling that way as if he was some high school crush. After some time Charlie did eventually call and she got all the information for her flight and wrote it all down and then she tried her best to get a few hours of sleep since her flight was leaving in the morning. But she did nothing but toss and turn most of the night. 

The Next Morning 

Morning had come quick and with only a few hours sleep Rebecca had woken up in a daze and she glanced over at the clock on her nightstand and nearly shot out of bed when she saw what time it was. Her flight was leaving in about two hours but with New York traffic who knows when she’d arrive. She quickly ran to the bathroom to shower and once she was done she blow dried and brushed out her hair and then ran into her bedroom, picking out a pair of jean bell bottoms and backless halter top and her boots and she slipped on her afghan suede coat and quickly grabbed her lipstick and put a little on before grabbing her suitcases and running down the stairs and out the door, locking up behind her and she hurried toward the street, flagging down a taxi and when one stopped for her she opened the door and threw her bags in before hopping inside and instructing the driver to take her to JFK airport. 

When Rebecca had left for the airport Elvis was calling only to see if she was home or not and when he got no answer he took it as she probably was at the airport. Elvis was already on his way to Memphis and only an hour out. He was happy to be seeing Rebecca and wanted to stay and wait at the airport for when her flight eventually got in. Lisa was coming the next day so he had some time to get settled with Rebecca and some alone time. Elvis anxiously stared out the window of the plane, his leg bouncing up and down as it did. He just wanted to see Rebecca already, it had been a long two weeks without her and he knew when he saw her he just wanted to pick her up and give her the biggest kiss. 

As he was close to Memphis, Rebecca had gotten to airport in the nick of time and grabbed her ticket from the check in desk and quickly made her way through security and went running toward gate, she hurried as best she could because the plane was boarding to Memphis and she got there out of breath and showing her ticket and she let out a soft sigh of relief as she boarded her plane, and she too was now on her way to Memphis. 

Memphis, TN

Elvis had arrived at the airport in Memphis, he always missed home when he was away. He and the guys had gotten off the plane where a car for the guys was waiting and Elvis’ blackhawk strutz was also waiting, he wanted to ride alone with Rebecca when she had arrived. Elvis made everyone wait and he got into his car with Jerry who waited with him, lighting up one of his cigars. It shouldn’t have been too long before she arrived, the flight was a little over 2 hours. He was just too excited to go home. Up in the air, Rebecca was staring out the window and just staring at the clouds. She had never been to the south, let alone Memphis, but Elvis had talked so much about it that it sometimes felt as if she had. The closer they were getting the more nervous she was becoming. Was she nervous about seeing him again or about meeting his daughter? She was starting to think it was both. She nervously grabbed her cigarettes out of her coat pocket and opened the pack, slipping her lighter out that she had hid inside and she placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it and she inhaled the smoke and immediately felt a calmness come over her as she slipped her lighter back into the pack and then back into her coat. The pilot came over the speaker announcing that they were nearly an hour away from the Memphis airport. She took a deep breath, finishing off her cigarette. 

After sometime Rebecca’s plane had landed at the Memphis airport and she grabbed her two suitcases and headed off the plane. Elvis had stayed in the car to not attract too much attention and he watched closely as everyone was getting off the plane and he smiled widely when he saw her stepping off the plane. Rebecca was looking around and saw Jerry step out of the strutz and she recognized him right away, walking toward the car quickly. As she got closer Elvis got out of the car with the biggest smile on his face which caused her to smile and once she reached him, he didn’t waste a moment to pull her into a hug, making her drop her suitcases as he lifted her off the ground, she let out a soft squeal and he kissed her lips deeply. Rebecca didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she didn’t realize just how much she missed him, the smell of him, the feel of him. She let out a soft content sigh, almost forgetting what issues they had as his soft lips pressed against hers in the most loving kiss before he set her back down. She smiled up at him and furrowed her brow seeing his appearance, his face was slightly bloated and he looked tired. Rebecca reached up to cup his face in her hands. 

“Are you doing okay?” she asked, concerned. 

He smiled warmly, leaning into her gentle touch. 

“I’m fine, honey. I’m better now that you’re here, I promise..” he mumbled. 

Rebecca didn’t believe him but just nodded anyway, caressing her fingers along his face and she looked toward the cars behind him. “Is your daughter with you?” she asked. 

“No, she’s coming tomorrow, I’ll have to meet her and her mother here tomorrow.” he smiled. She nodded at his words, a bit relieved that his daughter wasn’t there yet. It just felt like too much pressure. “C’mon, I’m excited for you to see Graceland.” he grinned, taking her hand and leading her over to the car and Jerry grabbed he bags, putting them into the trunk before he joined the other guys behind them. Rebecca ran her hand along the black strutz and smiled at Elvis. 

“I’ll say one thing.. You’ve got great taste in cars.” she laughed. 

“You wanna drive it, baby?” he grinned. 

“You’re gonna let me drive it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Sure, why not? Y’know how to drive a manual?” he smiled, tossing her the keys before he got in on the passenger side. 

Rebecca’s face lit up and she nodded as she caught the keys in her hand and she could see the guys in the other car looking confused as to what was going on and why Elvis was letting her drive. She hurried and got into the car, adjusting the seat to her liking, she ran her hands over the steering wheel, looking over at Elvis. 

“You’re really gonna let me drive this?” she laughed. 

“Now you got me thinkin’ I shouldn’t.” he chuckled. 

“Oh, no.. I’ll be careful.” she hummed, putting the key into the ignition. 

Elvis smirked a bit, shaking his head and then began to give her directions on how to get to the road, she began to pull off listening to Elvis’ directions and the guys followed behind them. Once she reached the road Elvis told her where to go from there and they started making their way down Elvis Presley Blvd. 

“Of course even a street is named after you.” she rolled her eyes, laughing softly.. 

“Hey, I never asked for that.” he chuckled. 

Once Rebecca got comfortable she started to pick up some speed and Elvis held onto the door of the car, raising an eyebrow over at her. He didn’t think anyone could drive as crazy as he did, but she was soon to prove him wrong. 

“Alright, honey, we’ll be comin’ up on the house. You can’t miss it.” he said softly. 

“The musical note gates, right?” she replied. 

He furrowed his brow surprised that she even knew that and she glanced over to see his face and she giggled softly. “I told you, my mother is a fan.” she smirked and slowed down as they approached the gates and her eyes widened at the beautiful sight of the house sitting at the top of the hill. It was more beautiful than what she saw in pictures and bigger. Even his Christmas decorations outside were grand. The gates slowly opened and she revved the engine before shooting up the driveway that it even shocked Elvis how fast she was going. She came to a stop when they got to the front of the house and then she put the car in park and shut it off, laughing when she saw his face. “I scared you a little bit, huh?” she smirked. 

“You drive like a goddamn maniac.” he laughed, shaking his head before he got out of the car and Rebecca followed suit and she looked all over with a smile, taking it all in as she took a deep breath. 

“Wow, this is beautiful.” she said softly, looking over at him. 

“Just wait for the tour, baby.” he grinned, taking her hand and excitedly leading her inside like a little kid. 

“My bags, Elvis!” she squealed. 

“The guys will grab ‘em.” he smiled. 

They stopped in the foyer and she was speechless at the size of the place and the beautiful Christmas decor. She just smiled, shaking her head because she knew it would be over the top and very Elvis like his plane. Before she could have a good look around he was taking it to each room and sharing little stories of his mother and when he first bought the house. Rebecca listened the entire time and just smiled seeing how happy this house made him and all the memories he held dear to his heart especially those memories of his mother. It was a different side of Elvis she was seeing. A side that she only got a peek into when they would go on their dates in New York. He was dropping that mask he hid behind when he was around his friends and truly being open and hisself. That reason alone was another push to put aside the issues she still had with him. She was hoping maybe they could fix things between them. As Elvis continued to show her around, one of the guys brought her suitcases in and set them by the stairs. 

Rebecca and Elvis headed outside to the meditation garden and that was probably her favorite part of the tour. It was beautiful and peaceful and she loved the reason behind why he chose to have a meditation garden. Seeing that the guys were staying inside Elvis took advantage of their alone time and he sat down on one of the steps and patted the spot beside him and Rebecca sat down next to him, smiling a bit as she looked over at him. He took her hand into his and intertwined their fingers together and he stared down at their clasped hands before he looked up at her. 

“I know we got some things to talk about..” he said softly. 

“We don’t have to talk about them now, Elvis. It’s okay.” she mumbled, staring down at their hands. 

“No, I-I’d like to, baby. I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt ya or lie about anything.. I just.. I hope you’ll be able to trust me again.” he sighed. 

A small smile formed on her lips and she brought their hands up to her lips and she kissed his hand softly. 

“I know you’re sorry, I told you I’ve forgiven you. I was hurt but you also hurt Linda. I know I shouldn’t feel bad for her because as selfish as it sounds, I’m happy I’ve got you. But I can’t help but feel for her. It was wrong to lie and cheat. If I had known you were with someone I would've stopped speaking to you. But there isn’t much we can do about that now, but work through this.” she said, shrugging. 

“I know, honey. I never meant to hurt anyone. I-I love you and I swear to ya, I won’t hurt you again” he said softly, cupping her face in his other hand and she stared up at him, getting lost in those deep set sleepy eyes of his and she nodded slowly, leaning into his touch. 

“I believe you and. I love you too, Elvis. I really do. All I ask is for you to be honest with me from now on. Please?” she whispered. 

Elvis nodded at her words and now his eyes couldn’t stop staring at her rosy lips and he leaned in closer and kissed her soft and slow and she returned his sweet kiss, brushing her nose up against his, breaking their kiss. “Promise me..” she whispered softly against his lips. 

“I promise, baby..” he mumbled, crashing his lips against hers and they kissed deeply that every one of his kisses consumed her and now all she could think about was his hands all over her that day he stormed the porn set and the way he man handled her and how he felt inside of her. She reached her hands up and pressed them against his chest and she pulled back from him, licking over her lips and smirking up at him. 

“I want to show you how much I missed you..” she whispered, running one of her hands down from his chest along the soft velvet of his tracksuit until her hand reached the front of his pants and rub slowly over his crotch, she caused a groan to escape him and she began to giggle and continued to rub her hand slowly over his crotch, feeling him growing in his pants and now the groan that left him was even louder. She chewed on her bottom lip, giggling at the sight of the tent in his pants. 

“Shit.. N-Not here, baby..” he mumbled, he knew that if he went inside all the guys would see his hard on along with anyone else that may have been in the house, that was the last thing he wanted. So he looked around seeing the one place they could go. “Let’s go into my daddy’s office over there.” he nodded his head toward it. Rebecca nodded and hopped up eagerly, helping Elvis up as well and eyeing the hard-on in his pants as he led her over to the office that housed tons and tons of his fan mail. Once inside, Elvis locked the door and grabbed Rebecca and pulled her against him, his body smashing against hers. She shook her head at him, pulling away and she walked over to the desk and grabbed the chair, patting the seat. 

“Sit down.” she said. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow at her and walked over to the chair and sat down, a bit confused. She stood behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently as she leaned down to kiss along his ear slowly. “I told you, I wanted to show you how much I missed you. That means you don’t get to touch.. You understand?” she whispered in his ear. 

Elvis inhaled deeply, chewing on his bottom lip and nodding slowly, she was turning him on even more. “I understand..” he mumbled. 

“Good.” she grinned walking from behind him and standing directly in front of him now, staring him up and down as he sat with his legs spread wide open and slightly slumped into the chair. She removed her afghan coat and dropped it on the floor and then untied her halter top from around her neck and tugged it down until her breasts were completely exposed to him. His eyes widened at the very sight of the now topless girl in front of him and it was so unfair that he couldn’t touch her because now he was dying too. He was usually an ass and legs man, which Rebecca had plenty of. But he also really loved her breasts, they were perfect in his eyes. The chill in the room caused her nipples to harden which only furthered his arousal when he saw them. She noticed him staring just at her breasts with a look of awe on his face and she giggled, shaking her head and grabbing a hold of his hands and placed them right on her breasts and he squeezed them tight in his big hands and she let out a soft whimper feeling him grope her breasts and his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples. “Having fun?” she asked, smirking.

Elvis nodded, so turned on now that all he wanted to do was bend her over Vernon’s desk and fuck her just like he did in Vegas, but she had other plans for him. She watched as Elvis leaned forward and dragged his tongue along her left breast and his soft wet tongue hitting against her harden nipple caused a soft whine to escape her and he kissed her small areola slowly and then pressed the warmth of his soaked tongue against it before gliding it back over her nipple and taking it into his mouth as his hand played with her right breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipple. Her soft whines slowly turned into soft moans, his soft lips against her skin felt like heaven that the feeling of him sucking on her nipple caused her eyes to roll back and she tugged at his hair. She was becoming so turned on that she could feel her panties beginning to dampen with her wetness that was until she pushed him back and she giggled softly. “No more touching.” she hummed. 

A small pout formed on Elvis’ lips and he nodded obediently and he watched as she slunk down to her knees between his legs and she placed her hands on his thighs, rubbing and squeezing them in her hands and she stared up at him with a smirk before staring at the hard-on in his pants that she was sure was screaming for her touch. She slowly slid her hands up his thighs and hooked her hands into the waistband of his sweatpants and Elvis willingly lifted his hips and she wiggled his pants down and was met with a surprise because he had no underwear on and his cock came springing out of its captivity. Rebecca’s eyes widened at the beautiful sight and licked her lips when she saw the precum that coated the head of his cock. Elvis was staring right at her and swallowed harshly as his breathing began to quicken from the thought of how her mouth probably would feel around his cock. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock stroking it from the base all the way to the head and using his precum as lube as she began to stroke his cock in her hand, slowly and softly pumping him and he groaned softly. The very sound of his groans was enough to make her cum right in her panties. 

She could feel him pulsing in her hand, his cock so desperate to be milked and she smirked up at him as she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, dragging it around the head of his cock, licking up every inch of the precum that covered it and she let out a soft, “Mm..” as she licked her lips and then she parted them and slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking slowly. Elvis let out a loud groan and his hips bucked beneath her and one of his hands tangled into her hair. “Fuck.. That feels good..” he managed to mumble out in between all his groaning. Rebecca was so aroused that her panties were sticking to her because of how soaked she had gotten them pleasing him and with her free hand she unbuttoned her jeans and carefully slipped her hand into her pants and into her panties, running her index and middle finger between her wet velvety folds and teasing her fingers along her swollen and sensitive clit and she let out a soft moan around his cock. Elvis raised an eyebrow and glanced down to see her playing with herself as his cock was in her mouth and he was loving it. She slowly took his cock further into her mouth inch by inch until she could feel his cock down her throat and she gagged softly around him and his head tilted back against the chair as his hips thrusted forward into her mouth causing the most obscene sound to escape her as she choked around his cock. “Goddamn..“ he grunted. 

She pressed her fingers harder against her clit as she rubbed even more aggressively till the point that she was humping her fingers while he pumped his cock down her throat, tugging and pulling at her hair. She didn’t mind one bit letting him take control and use her mouth, she welcomed it. She felt both his hands now around her head, brushing her hair back and holding in a makeshift ponytail as he kept his hips still and bobbed her head on his cock slowly, saliva pooling from her mouth onto his cock as she gagged quietly and moaned around his cock and eventually slipping her fingers into her soaking pussy and pumping them at the same pace he moved her head. Elvis moaned softly and his hips bucked and his body tensing as he felt his climax growing and so desperate to cum down her throat he grabbed her hair tight and forced his cock down her throat, holding her there as he pumped himself hard in her mouth. His eyes rolled back and he grunted loudly and his breathing was so heavy by this point and her eyes were squeezed shut, small tears streaming from them as she moaned and gagged and then she felt the warmth of his cum glide down her throat and he slowly removed his cock out of her mouth when he finished, falling back against the chair nearly out of breath as he stared at her and she coughed and gagged, playing with the remnants of his cum in her mouth before she swallowed the rest of it and then showing him with a smirk. While he fucked her throat she had came all over her fingers and slowly slipped them out of her pants and she stood back up with a grin on her face and she straddled his lap and showed him her soaked fingers and he smirked, grabbing a hold of her hand and opening his mouth and sucking every inch of her arousal off her fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip watching him and when he removed her fingers from his mouth, she crashed her lips against his and they kissed sloppily, their tongues slipping into their mouths and tasting each other. 

Rebecca had only planned to give him a blowjob, but much like him she was wanting more. She kissed him once more before pulling back and smirking at him. “I know I said you couldn’t touch me, but I desperately want you inside of me again, Elvis..” she hummed. He grinned at her words and she was caught off guard when he stood up and lifted her up with him in his arms and he carried her over to his dad’s desk and pushed everything off onto the floor and Rebecca gasped. “Elvis!” she laughed. 

“It’s fine, I’ll just pay for whatever broke, baby.” he chuckled as he kissed her lips before roughly throwing her down onto the desk and she whimpered softly. Something about him being so rough turned her on so much that she wanted more. She watched eagerly as he grabbed her shoes and forced them off and grabbed a hold of her pants and tugged them down her legs and practically ripping them off of her and he smirked at the sight of her soaked panties and he happily got rid of those as well, he nearly had to peel them off her because of the way they clung to her pussy. He stared at the delicious sight of her dripping heat that was aching for him. She giggled watching him and sat herself up and unzipped his jacket. 

“I want to see you.. All of you..” she hummed. Elvis nodded and removed his jacket along with the shirt beneath it revealing his hairy chest and his round belly that she loved so much. She spread her legs wide open and he wrapped his arms around her thighs and forced her forward and she gasped softly, smirking up at him and he held onto her thighs and she reached down between her legs, grabbing his cock roughly in her grasp and he groaned lowly, smirking at her and she slowly guided his cock inside of her and she stared up at him, moaning and whimpering softly as his cock entered her inch by inch and her pussy clenching around him that it caused a moan to slip out of him and when his cock completely disappeared inside of her. “Don’t you cum inside of me..” she mumbled as she laid back against the cold wooden desk, running her hands along her breasts and squeezing them in her hands as he tightened his grip around her thighs and he began to slam his hips into her and his cock forcing her walls open around him making it easier for him roughly slam inside of her and she moaned loudly, grabbing a hold of the desk beneath her as he started to increase his speed and pounding into her with each rough thrust that his balls began to slap against her. His groans grew nearly as loud as her moans. She shut her eyes and arched her back against the desk as she began to moan out his name loudly as the passion between them increased and she reached down to grab one of his hands and she made him wrap it around her throat as her thighs wrapped around his waist. He smirked and began to squeeze his hand around her throat tight and she whimpered loudly, feeling every inch of him hitting deep inside of her, filling her up. She loved hearing his grunts in between his heavy pants.

The sexual tension between the two of them was so powerful that it wasn’t going to take much for either of them to cum especially after already cumming, Rebecca placed her hand over his that was still around her throat. “Choke me harder, daddy.” she mumbled and he raised an eyebrow at her words and slowly tightened his grip around her neck even more until she was nearly gasping for air and he slamming so hard into her that he was fucking her into the desk that now it began to creek and skid along the carpeting. Her moans were so loud even with him choking her that anyone was guaranteed to hear if they walked outside. The intensity was building and building between them that it felt like an explosion when they both reached their climaxes at the same time and she came all over Elvis’ cock and he was so aroused and drunk off the feeling of her pussy that he had no time to pull out and he ended up cumming inside of her, filling her up with his seed. When he realized what he had done he quickly pulled out of her and his cock was dripping in cum. It took Rebecca a moment to realize what had happened because she was on cloud 9 from the way he made her feel. But she could feel his cum leaking out of her and she sat up on her elbows, staring at him. 

“Elvis! What did I say??” she said breathlessly. 

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You on the pill, baby?” he asked as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Yeah, I am. But still..” she shook her head as she sat up and she let out a soft sigh, she started to laugh softly, sitting up all the way and leaning toward him to kiss his lips. “That was amazing..” she beamed. 

He chuckled softly. 

“It sure was.. We should probably get back before everyone starts to wonder where we are.” he smirked. 

She smiled and nodded and hopped off the desk and grabbed her clothes and she watched as Elvis took her ruined panties and she raised an eyebrow. “What are you going to do with those?” she laughed. 

“I haven’t decided yet.. But they’re mine now.” he smirked as he began to get dressed. 

She shook her head as she put her clothes back on and she started to look around the odd room, seeing a bunch of things from fans. “This is your dad’s office?” she asked. 

“Mhm, and where I keep gifts from fans.” he smiled. 

“I feel a little weird that we fucked on your dad’s desk.” she laughed. 

“Ah, hell, don’t worry ‘bout it. He won’t know, I’ll have everything cleaned up. .” Elvis laughed. When they were both dressed and looking presentable, Elvis took her hand and they both headed out of the office and back into the house where they got inside and the guys were scattered throughout the house doing their own thing. She noticed that Elvis didn’t seem to care one bit.. “Lemme show you upstairs, baby. The last part of the tour.” he beamed. 

Rebecca smiled and nodded and she watched him grab her bags and started to head up and she followed behind him and he stopped at his bedroom first and set her bags down and opened the door, setting her things inside. “This is my room.” he hummed. Rebecca peeked her head inside of his bedroom and she wasn’t surprised at all at the almost vampire-like decor and how cold he kept it. 

“It’s very you.” she giggled, following him as he took her hand and showed her Lisa’s room that was next door. 

“This is Lisa’s room.” he smiled. Rebecca looked inside and was surprised it was just a typical little girl’s room and she smiled at him. 

“It’s cute.” she beamed. 

Elvis nodded and led her back to his room where they both went inside and he shut the door behind them. She turned to face him and they both shared a smile with one another and she moved toward him, wrapping her arms around his abdomen, leaning up to kiss his lips. “Is it okay if I took a shower?” she asked. Elvis wrapped her up in his arms and nodded at her words, returning her soft kiss. 

“Of course, baby.” he smiled. She wiggled out of his arms even though he didn’t want to let her go, he chuckled to himself watching her head into the bathroom and she left the door cracked open, hoping he would pick up on her hint. She glanced over her shoulder to see him sitting down on his bed and she rolled her eyes. She leaned over to get the shower started and then she slowly began to undress, dropping her clothes onto the floor and pinning her hair up and she glanced back to see Elvis was still not taking the hint and she huffed softly. But little did she know he noticed her trying to get his attention and he was pretending not to just to annoy her. She came walking out of the bathroom completely naked and her hands on her hips, staring at Elvis. She cleared her throat. Elvis looked over at her with a wide smirk. “Yes, baby?” he grinned. 

“Are you going to come shower with me or what?” she pouted. 

He laughed and nodded, standing up from the bed. “I was just waitin’ on ya to ask.” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes with a smile as she headed back into the bathroom and he followed behind her, removing his clothes and he watched as she got inside the shower and he followed behind her moments after and she stared up at him with a smile as the water rained over the both of them and she grabbed the soap and a washcloth, lathering it up and then slowly washing his body, running her fingertips along along his soapy, hairy chest and down toward his belly as she continued to wash every part of him. Elvis chewed on his bottom lip, doing his best to not get turned on again but she was making it impossible. She saved the best for last and ran the washcloth along his flaccid cock and slightly pumped it in her hand as she cleaned him and then washed his balls and slightly squeezed them, causing soft moans to slip past his lips. She smirked when she felt him get hard and she pulled away once she finished. He narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “You little tease..” he laughed. 

“What? I was just helping you shower..” she said sweetly, giggling to herself as she glanced down at his hard on before turning to grab the shampoo, but once she did Elvis grabbed her hips and he pressed himself against her, his cock brushing up against her ass and slipping in between her ass cheeks and he cause her to squeal and drop the shampoo bottle. “Elvis..” she gasped. 

“Shhh..” he whispered to her as he pressed up against her harder and he grabbed another washcloth and lathered it up with soap and he began to wash her body, starting with her breasts that he gave lots of attention to and then washing other parts of her body until he finally reached between her legs, running the washcloth between her thighs and she whimpered softly, slightly closing her thighs around his hand as he got closer to her pussy. She inhaled sharply and he dropped the washcloth and then ran his long fingers along her folds and now her thighs closed even tighter around his hand and he forced her thighs back open by slapping his hand against them and she whimpered softly and then he slapped his hand roughly against her pussy causing her hips convulse at each slap, she whimpered and whined softly. 

“E-Elvis..” she mumbled. 

“I don’t wanna hear it..” he whispered, reaching up to unpin her hair and tossing the clip and then he grabbed a hold of her hair and wrapped it around his wrist a few times and he tugged and pulled at her hair, forcing her head back and she let out a soft gasp and his lips kissed along her exposed neck as his hips slowly grind against her and his cock rubbed against her ass and he shoved three of his fingers deep inside of her pussy causing her to squeal cutely, he pumped his fingers knuckle deep inside of her at a steady pace and she began to move and thrust her hips against his fingers, slowly and gradually beginning to ride them and he pulled at her hair again and she was getting so turned on that she was soaking his fingers and now his cock was rubbing against her ass faster and they moaned softly together as their bodies moved against one another. Elvis kissed along her ear and nipped playfully at it. “You like when daddy’s got his fingers deep inside ya, hm? You filthy little slut.” he whispered. Her eyes rolled back at his words and she didn’t think it was possible to become even wetter but it happened. He tugged her hair again and she whined softly. “Answer me.” he demanded. 

“Y-Yes, daddy!” she whimpered. 

He grinned at her words and he began to jackrabbit his fingers inside of her, slipping another finger inside and forcing her pussy to stretch open for him as he got his fingers as deep as he could and she was breathing heavily and crying out his name as she stirred her hips quicker against his fingers and now he was making things worse by pressing his thumb against her swollen clit and rubbing circles along it and she rolled her eyes shut and her body fell against his as she moaned louder than before. His fingers were like magic the way they knew just how to get her going and her toes curled against the bathtub and her hands grasped the shower wall and she was panting heavily as she approached her orgasm and she cried out loudly, moaning and screaming his name, her sounds being muffled by the sound of the shower and she came all over his fingers and squirted all over them, making a mess. To her surprise she felt ropes of his warm cum shooting out onto her ass, he had completely gotten off to her making such an embarrassing mess of herself. When Elvis slipped his fingers out of her, he sucked them clean and turned her around and they kissed sloppily, their wet, hot, naked bodies pressing against each other as they consumed one another. 

Elvis reached over and turned the shower off and he broke their kiss and scooped her up in his arms and she giggled softly, throwing her arms around his shoulders as he carried her into the bedroom. “Elvis, you’re getting water everywhere!” she laughed. He didn’t care one bit and he placed her right into his bed soaking wet and he climbed in beside her, the sheets becoming soaked with the water that fell from their bodies and he pulled her into his arms and their lips met once more as she clung to him, kissing him deeply, his heavy, warm body pressing hard up against her as they made out intensely, rolling around his bed that she began to giggle in between each kiss and when they stopped rolling around he laid on top of her and he started to kiss down to her neck, leaving the soft kisses to her skin, she wrapped her legs around him, smiling widely.

“I missed you so damn much, baby. So much..” he mumbled. 

She reached up to cup his face in her hands and made him look at her. 

“I missed you too, Elvis. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself.. I missed you so much.” she whispered. 

He smiled and nuzzled his face into her neck and her fingertips began to stroke the strands of his wet hair before he lifted his head back and kissed her little nose, then he pulled back and climbed off her to lay beside her and they both turned onto their side to face each other, laying so close that their bodies stayed pressed against one another. They laid their staring at each other in silence and she scanned every inch of his beautiful round face and she placed a hand on his cheek and gave it a gentle caress. “Are you sure you’ve been okay?” she whispered. 

Elvis let out a soft chuckle and nodded his head slowly. 

“I told you, honey, I’m fine.. It’s just been work and stress and missing you.. That’s all.” he smiled. 

She nodded, choosing to believe him and pressed soft kisses along his face slowly and he slipped his arms around her waist, holding her close as they just laid there in silence again, staring and smiling at each other. Usually sitting in silence with another person was weird and awkward but with each other, it was the most comforting thing in the world to them.. They were saying so much without saying a single word to one another as they stared into each other’s eyes dreamily. She continued to caress her fingers against his face, brushing some of his hair behind his ear. 

“I’m really happy you’re here, baby.” Elvis mumbled.

“Me too.. Thank you for never taking no for an answer, well most of the time.” she whispered, laughing softly. He laughed, running his fingers along her hip bone. 

“Why didn’t you go home for Christmas?” He asked. 

She let out a soft sigh because that was a bit of a touchy subject but it was Elvis and she never had an issue talking to him. “My mother and I don’t really get along. We used to.. But after my dad passed something just changed. Things only got worse when she found out what I did.” she said softly, 

Elvis was listening to her every word and feeling bad that she didn’t have a good relationship with her mother and that her dad was gone, he reached up to brush her hair out of her face. “What happened when she found out?” He asked. 

“Well, she was disappointed and she never fails to let me know what an embarrassment I am. When we do get along she finds a way to take a dig at me and my work and then it just continues on like that..” she just shrugged. 

“I’m so sorry, honey. It's awful that she treats her own daughter that way. You don’t deserve that.. Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, combing his fingers through her hair. 

Rebecca shrugged, not feeling like it was that important to share. 

“It doesn’t matter now because I’m spending Christmas with you this year and it’s been amazing so far.” She giggled. 

Elvis grinned and kissed her cheek. “It’ll be even better these next few days. Just you wait, my little doll.” He smiled, snuggling into her. Rebecca smiled widely at his words, wondering what he could be up to as she settled into his arms and snuggled right into the warmth of his body, turning over and pressing her back against him and his arms tighten around her small waist. She had never felt safer than when she was in his arms. They had tired themselves out already that they eventually ended up falling asleep. 

Later That Evening 

Elvis was snoring softly as he slept and his arms still had a hold on Rebecca who was beginning to wake up from their long nap and she turned over to face Elvis and her eyes slowly opened to the sight of him. She smiled tiredly to herself as she reached up to rub her hands over her eyes and then kissed the tip of his nose softly and brushed his hair out of his face as he slept. She thought he looked so cute whenever he slept and she loved his little snores that she couldn’t but giggle softly. She then began to carefully wiggle out of his arms and she quietly rolled out of the bed and went over to her suitcase to grab a fresh pair of panties and one of her Led Zeppelin t-shirts and slipped them on and then she went into the bathroom to gather up their clothes that was on the floor and cleaned it up before climbing back into bed beside Elvis. She could stay in this room all day with him and wouldn’t have a care in the world. She started to look around the room taking in every detail of the decor, shaking her head because he was so extra with everything he did. She glanced back over at Elvis and leaned down to start leaving little kisses to his cheek, trying to wake him up. He began to move and let out a soft groan and then his beautiful dark lashes fluttered open and his sleepy blue eyes staring up at her. “Whaddya doin’, baby?” he chuckled softly, closing his eyes again as he turned over to lay on his back and Rebecca laid back down, resting her head against his chest and staring up at him, pressing kisses to his chin. 

“Wake up! I’m hungry.” she giggled. 

He let out another tired chuckle and he opened his eyes to glance down at her and he slipped an arm around her and brushed his hand along her back and now he was fully awake. “I can call down and get us something to eat. You ever had a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich? ” he hummed. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at his words and shook her head. “No, but that actually sounds pretty good.” 

she smiled. 

“It’s delicious.” he smiled as he sat up now and Rebecca sat up beside him, slipping her arm around his as he reached over for the phone and he called down to the kitchen to his cook Mary and asked her to make two fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches with two cokes. Elvis looked at the time and he let out a soft chuckle. “Well, shit, I didn’t think we slept that long.” 

Rebecca laughed. “It was all the fucking.” she smirked. 

He smirked and nodded before he slipped out of bed to put on his silk pajamas and she watched him just smiling to herself. Elvis looked over at her and noticed her shirt. “Y’know, if I didn’t love ya so much I’d be mad you weren’t wearing a shirt with me on it.” he laughed. She glanced down at her shirt and then back at him, rolling her eyes. 

“I thought you liked Led Zeppelin?” she said softly. 

“Oh, I do.” he chuckled, plopping back into bed with her. 

“So, you just have a big ego and want to see me wearing your face.” she said jokingly, laughing as she climbed into his lap. 

“Mhm..” he smirked, slipping his arms around her and kissing her softly.

“Well it’s not gonna happen.” she mumbled on his lips, giggling. 

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully and shook his head. Then he heard a light knock on the door knowing that it was Mary with their food and Rebecca climbed off his lap and let him go answer it and she smiled seeing how sweet Elvis was with her as he grabbed their food and then he shut the door and set the food down and Rebecca wasted no time grabbing a plate and one of the cokes and she sat back against the bed and began to take a few small bites and the sandwich was interesting and she really liked it. Elvis stared at her as he sat down, watching her expression. “How is it?” he asked. 

“It’s good! I like it!” she beamed, taking a few more bites. He was pleased to hear that and he started to eat his own sandwich. Rebecca rested her head against his shoulder as they continued to eat. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet Lisa tomorrow, baby. I’ve told her all about you.” he smiled. Rebecca took a swig of her coke and just nodded and smiled at him. She was excited but also very nervous to meet his daughter. She was afraid Lisa may not like her or worse Rebecca wouldn’t know how to bond with her because she’s never really been around little kids like that. After they finished their food the both of them laid back down and cuddled back up together, neither of them even bothering to venture downstairs for the rest of the night. They were completely comfortable with just staying in his bedroom which wasn’t out of the ordinary for Elvis. Rebecca was laying her head against his chest and running her fingers along his silk pajama shirt and rubbing his belly as he held her close in his arms and they must have been really tired because they ended up falling back asleep for the rest of the night. 

December 22, 1975 - Early Morning

Elvis had to meet Priscilla at the airport to get Lisa and he was up earlier than usual and Rebecca was sound asleep beside him that he didn’t want to wake her as he rolled out of bed and got cleaned up and changed into his dark blue and white sweatsuit and he put his glasses on and before he headed out, he leaned down to kiss Rebecca’s cheek and then made his way out of the bedroom and downstairs where Joe and Vernon were waiting for him and the three of them headed to the airport to get his babygirl. He and Priscilla had become good friends with one another after their divorce and their meetups like this were always a happy one where the two of them took a moment or two to catch up as Lisa clung to him excited to be back in Memphis and with her daddy. Once the two of them said their goodbyes to her mother he helped Lisa into the car where her grandpa excitedly greeted her and she climbed into the front seat and sat between Elvis and Vernon as they were making their way back to the house. 

Rebecca had woken up and saw that Elvis was gone and now her heart was pounding because she knew he went to pick Lisa up. She laid in his bed listening out for his return as she pulled the covers over herself and moments passed and she heard the front door open and the sound of his voice along with two other men and then the small little voice calling out to Elvis and she knew that was Lisa. She hoped that he didn’t bring her into the room; she wasn’t dressed nor ready for their introduction. 

“Yisa, baby, put your things in your room and as soon as Mary gets here we’ll have breakfast and daddy will introduce ya to his friend.” he said softly. 

“Okay, daddy.” the little voice said. Rebecca could hear her little footsteps running upstairs and into her bedroom where she was getting settled and then Elvis started making his way upstairs as well and into his bedroom where he was surprised to see Rebecca awake and he smiled. 

“Hey, honey, when’d ya wake up?” he said softly. 

“Not too long ago.” Rebecca hummed, stretching across his bed. 

It would be some time until Mary arrived and he was a bit hungry himself and he had never asked Rebecca to make him anything, mainly because he was scared she’d slap the shit out of him if he dared ask her to cook. But he’d figured he’d ask anyway. He sat down beside her and smiled. “Baby?” he hummed. 

“Yes?” she smiled at him. 

“Would ya mind makin’ me somethin’ to eat and Lisa as well? Mary won’t be here for another hour or so..” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rebecca furrowed her brow at him and gave him a look. 

“Is this your way of trying to turn me into some housewife? Because that won’t happen, but sure I’ll make something.” she laughed, rolling her eyes. 

“You? A housewife? Hell would freeze over if that happened, baby. Do ya know how to cook?” he laughed. 

Rebecca reached over and slapped his arm hard as she sat up. 

“Shut up and yes I do know how to cook.” she huffed as she climbed out of his bed and went to put a pair of pants on as he chuckled. 

“I’m just askin’. Ya know what I like, honey?” he smiled. 

“Mhm.. I’ve seen you order it a dozen times, Elvis. Two eggs hard and bacon burnt.” she laughed. Elvis was impressed that she remembered just how he liked his eggs and bacon, he wouldn’t eat it any other way or at all if it wasn’t made right. 

“Thank you, baby. Lisa likes pancakes.” he smiled. 

Rebecca nodded before she headed out of the room and downstairs to his massive kitchen, where she didn’t know where anything was so she was opening cabinets looking for pans and everything she needed. She wanted to make sure that she made the pancakes just right for Lisa, hoping that if she didn’t like her that would make her like her. Lisa could hear the slamming of cabinets and pans clanging from downstairs and she assumed that Mary had come and she always loved whatever she cooked. So she came out of her room and hurried downstairs excitedly and then when she saw the woman in the kitchen wasn’t Mary she furrowed her brow, wondering who this person was. Rebecca was getting Elvis’ eggs and bacon started when Lisa came walking into the kitchen behind her. 

“Who are you?” the sassy little voice said. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow when she heard the small voice behind her and the amount of sass behind it and she turned to see Lisa standing with her arms folded across her chest. Rebecca was taken aback because she had seen tons of pictures of Lisa and she looked like Elvis, but seeing her in person she could’ve been his twin. Rebecca placed her hands on her hips and decided to give her the sass right back. 

“I’m Rebecca, who are you?” she hummed, acting as if she had no idea who this little girl was in front of her. 

Lisa narrowed her eyes at the young woman because how could she not know who she is? Everyone knew who she was but Lisa knew who she was as soon as she said her name. “I’m Lisa!” she huffed. 

“Oh, that’s right, your daddy has told me so much about you.” Rebecca smirked, the two of them stared at one another and it felt as if Lisa was trying to intimidate her, but that wouldn’t work with her. Lisa looked behind Rebecca and saw the mess she had made in the kitchen. 

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked. 

“Your daddy asked me to make the two of you breakfast. You like pancakes, right?” Rebecca asked. 

Lisa was surprised to know she knew that and she was still suspicious about her as she looked Rebecca up and down and looked around the kitchen. “I like chocolate chip pancakes.” Lisa muttered. 

Rebecca furrowed her brow. “Oh okay, um, I’ll have to see if there’s chocolate chips.” she said softly, now searching around the kitchen frantically as Lisa watched her and began to giggle watching her nervously look around. Lisa went to take a seat at the table and continued to watch her. 

“The chocolate chips are in the fridge.” Lisa chimed in. 

“Oh, I knew that.” Rebecca rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge and found the chocolate chips and then went back to the stove to finish up Elvis’ food. Lisa continued to watch her. 

“Are you daddy’s new girlfriend?” Lisa asked. 

Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at Lisa and smiled to herself, she wasn’t really sure what the two of them were because they never actually labeled it as anything. “Um.. Yeah, I guess I am.” she hummed. 

Lisa nodded, now having to get to know Rebecca. “I liked Linda.” she muttered. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at the sound of that name and tried her best to not let it get to her. “I’m sure she was nice.” she mumbled, plating Elvis’ food for him and turning to face Lisa. “Do you think you can take this up to your daddy?” she asked. 

Lisa smiled and nodded, carefully taking the plate into her hands and then slowly making her way out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. Rebecca started on the pancakes and could overhear Lisa calling out to Elvis that his food was ready. Elvis smiled at his little girl and leaned down to kiss her cheek as he took the plate, assuming that she and Rebecca had met. “Thank you, honey. She cooked it just how daddy likes it.” he chuckled. “Why don’t ya go back down and help her with your pancakes, baby.” he hummed. She huffed not really wanting to help Rebecca and she nodded and headed back downstairs and she walked up to Rebecca, peering over at the pancake mix. 

“That’s not enough chocolate chips.” Lisa muttered as she went to grab a chair and sliding it over towards Rebecca and she climbed on top of it. Rebecca gave her a look and watched as she took the bag of chocolate chips and nearly poured the whole bag in. 

“You’re gonna have more chocolate chips than pancakes.” Rebecca replied. 

“So?” Lisa snapped. 

“Okay, they’re your pancakes.” she rolled her eyes, she could tell the two of them were not going to get along already. She began to pour the batter in the pan making her a few pancakes. Once they were finished she plated them and sat it on the table along with the syrup and Rebecca decided to eat one of the extra ones along with some eggs she made for herself and the two girls sat at the table beside each other, not saying a word as they began to eat. Elvis was curious as to how things were going downstairs so once he finished his breakfast he headed downstairs and quietly stood off to the corner as he watched the two of them. 

Rebecca looked over at Lisa determined to get this kid to like her. “So, what kind of music do you listen to?” she asked, taking another bite of her eggs. Lisa looked at her as she shoved another piece of her pancake into her mouth and she looked at Rebecca’s shirt. 

“I like Led Zeppelin.” Lisa mumbled. 

“You do?” Rebecca said, surprised, smiling. 

She nodded. “Daddy can’t stand it when I play their songs.” she laughed. 

“Oh, really? He told me he liked them. He’s probably just mad you aren’t listening to him.” Rebecca teased. 

“I like daddy’s songs, but Led Zeppelin is better.” she giggled. Elvis rolled his eyes and shook his head, he only hated when she played their songs because she’d have it so loud. 

“Robert is cute.” Lisa giggled. Rebecca grinned and giggled along with Lisa. 

“He is cute. But Jimmy is hot. That hair, those curls.. He’s gorgeous.” Rebecca laughed. Lisa giggled and nodded in agreement, she knew Elvis would hate to hear her talking like that. 

Elvis was feeling uncomfortable now listening to their conversation and he just shook his head in disapproval, but he was happy that the two of them had something in common and were getting on fine, even if he was getting a little jealous of the way Rebecca was talking about Jimmy Page.. 

“I’ve seen them in concert a few times. Maybe one time your daddy will let me take you.” Rebecca smiled, feeling the tension between them slowly fading. 

“Really?!” Lisa said happily, continuing to eat her pancakes. 

“Mhm, but we’ll see what he says.” she shrugged. 

Elvis suddenly emerged and made his presence known. “Are y’all done talking about boys now? Yisa, you ain’t old enough to go to a concert like that.” 

“Were you listening this entire time!?” Rebecca laughed, shaking her head. 

“Not the whole time. But I heard enough.” he shot her a playful glare. 

She smiled at him sweetly, finishing up her breakfast. 

“The two of you hurry up and finish and get dressed. I want to show Rebecca Memphis and maybe we’ll do a little Christmas shopping for any last minute gifts.” Elvis smiled. 

Rebecca smiled and cleaned up the plates and the mess she made in the kitchen and Lisa hurried upstairs to get changed, excited to take a ride around town. Elvis came over to Rebecca and slipped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her cheek softly. “She seems to take a liking to you.” he mumbled. 

“Yeah, you should’ve been down here when she first came in here. She’s a little spit fire. Man, she could be your twin.” Rebecca laughed, causing Elvis to laugh because he agreed. She was  finishing up cleaning and then slipping out of Elvis’ grasp. “I’m going to get dressed.” she smiled, kissing his lips before she headed upstairs to quickly change. She sported a mini dressed with some knee high boots and her afghan coat and when she got downstairs Elvis and Lisa were already waiting. Lisa reached out to touch her coat and she smiled up at Elvis. 

“Can I have a coat like this, daddy? It’s pretty.” she hummed.

Rebecca smiled and looked at Elvis who was smiling down at Lisa and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sure, baby, if we can find one while we’re out I’ll buy ya one.” he mumbled and Lisa ran out to the car excitedly. Rebecca laughed softly, seeing how much Elvis adored Lisa and would give her anything she asked for. She thought it was the cutest thing. “Damn, you look good, baby.” he muttered, eyeing Rebecca up and down as he took her hand. 

“Thank you, honey. I knew you would like it.” she whispered, kissing his cheek before she let go of his hand and followed Lisa to the car. A smirk formed on his lips and he followed his girls out and hopped into the driver's seat as they both got in the car, Lisa sitting right in the middle of them as Elvis began to drive off and out the gates of Graceland. Elvis showed Rebecca everything, from the first apartments he lived in with his family, to the first real fancy house they lived in before Graceland, along with where he recorded his first song at Sun Studios and where he graduated high school. This was the usual thing Elvis did whenever someone hadn’t been to Memphis he’d show them every piece of history that got him to where he was today. Rebecca loved every moment of it and just getting to know Elvis more and actually seeing these places he always spoke about with her. Then they finally got to a few shops and the three of them went inside. When Elvis tried to hold Rebecca’s hand, Lisa butted in and took his hand before Rebecca got the chance and she glanced down at Lisa who was sticking her tongue out at her, Rebecca narrowed her eyes and she stuck her tongue out back at her, she had thought they were getting along, but it seemed Lisa wasn’t going to be giving in that easily.

As they walked around the store Rebecca ventured off on her own looking for a gift to buy Elvis, but she wasn’t sure what to get him. She wanted it to be special and unique and then she suddenly got an idea when she saw a flier in the store for a local photographer shop that said they take professional portraits and suddenly Rebecca grinned widely, knowing exactly what she was going to do for him, she took the flier and stuffed it into her purse and she saw Lisa walking toward her as Elvis was still looking around buying gifts for everyone he hadn’t bought for yet. 

“Will you help me pick a gift out for my daddy?” Lisa said, looking up at her. 

“Oh, sure, what did you have in mind for him?” she asked. 

Lisa just shrugged, having no idea what to get him. 

“Okay, let’s find him something.” she said softly, as the two of them walked around the store together looking at a few different things until Lisa stopped and saw a few  little bracelets and she pointed at one. 

“What about that?” she asked. 

“That would be cute. We could get it engraved and have it say, ‘I love you’ on the front and then on the back ‘From Yisa’ how’s that sound” she smiled. Lisa liked that idea and nodded her head with a smile. “Okay, go distract him  so he doesn’t come over here.” Lisa laughed and ran over to Elvis getting his attention by trying to show him a few things in the store. Rebecca asked one of the shop owners for the bracelet Lisa picked out and told him how she wanted it engraved and while Elvis was distracted she quickly paid for it and the shop owner told her it would be ready later that day or early tomorrow morning. Rebecca nodded and thanked him before she joined Elvis and Lisa. 

“Ready to go?” Elvis asked. 

“Yes.” she hummed. 

“Okay, let me go pay for this and we can head back to the house.” he said before walking up to the checkout counter to pay for all the things he picked out. Lisa looked up at Rebecca and reached over to hold her hand. Rebecca was surprised when she felt her take her hand and she smiled at the little girl. 

“Thank you, Becca.” Lisa hummed, giving her a nickname. 

Rebecca laughed, because only her friends called her that but she didn’t mind if she did that only meant maybe they were becoming friends. “Anytime, kid.” she grinned. Elvis came back with his hands full of bags. 

“Let’s go, ladies..” he hummed and the three of them headed out to the car and Rebecca helped Lisa inside as Elvis put the bags in the back and then got into the driver's seat. Lisa fumbled around with the radio and Elvis raised an eyebrow at her because he couldn’t keep up with some of the music she listened to but he never stopped her when she wanted to listen to something she liked. She finally stopped it at a station that was playing David Bowie’s Golden Years. Rebecca grinned at Lisa when she started to sing along to the song, she was liking this kid more and more and then she too joined in along with her, clapping along to the song. Elvis shook his head and laughed as he listened to the two of them singing. He didn’t mind Bowie, especially knowing Lisa liked him but he did find him a little strange. 

“Gold, golden years, gold, whop whop whop, come get up, my baby..” Rebecca sang loudly. 

“Run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years..” Lisa sang happily.

“I'll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years.. Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years!” They both sang together, laughing. 

Elvis was smiling and surprisingly humming along to the song as his fingers drummed against the steering wheel. He was so happy to see the two of them just bonding and finding more things they have in common. He knew it took Lisa time to warm up to people, but he knew she’d love Rebecca the way he did and the breath of fresh air that she was and just how fun she could be. Rebecca just never failed to surprise him or make him smile. 

Christmas Day

Graceland was packed with everyone and their families, Rebecca had never seen such a sight at Christmas with her family. It was always just her parents and her grandmother. But anything Elvis did was grand. Everyone was sitting in the living room by the Christmas tree ready to exchange their gifts. Rebecca was saving her gift for last because she didn’t want anyone but Elvis to see it. Three days prior she had made a plan to get some professional photos taken of her for him personally. She had gotten in contact with the photographer and the photoshoot she was asking for was something he had never done before, but she was a paying customer and he agreed. She had borrowed Elvis’ car and told him she had a few things she wanted to get for Lisa, which she did along with doing her photoshoot. Rebecca was no stranger to the camera clothes on or off. She took some racy photos for Elvis, posing seductively against a sheet and a pillow in her lingerie. She wore lace white panties that hardly covered her ass and a white lace bra that left nothing to the imagination and when they had gotten more than enough photos, she was quite pleased with how they came out. She placed them in a pink envelope and wrote ‘Elvis’ on the front before tying a little ribbon around it. She of course had another gift to give him that was something appropriate to give in front of everyone. Now she was sitting beside him with the little envelope in her purse as everyone began to give their gifts to each other. Elvis handed three to Rebecca, and a few others out to everyone else, Lisa had more than anyone and they all sat underneath the tree. Before she excitedly tore them all open she grabbed her gifts she wanted to give him, two of them being little pictures she had drawn for him and then a little box that housed the bracelet she and Rebecca picked out for him. 

“Here you go, daddy. I got these for you! Becca helped me pick that one.” she smiled, pointing at the box. 

Elvis smiled widely at them both and when he saw the two pictures she had drawn for him, he was nearly tearing up at them as he pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, Yisa. I love my pretty pictures. Now let’s see what’s in this little box.” he beamed, tearing the wrapping paper off and opening the box to see the little silver bracelet and he read the engraving that was on it and now his smile was even bigger and he pulled her into another hug and she giggled softly, hugging him back. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” he hummed, looking over at Rebecca and smiling at her, reaching over to take her hand, thanking her. Rebecca nodded, smiling at the two of them. “Open your gifts, Rebecca.” he grinned. 

Rebecca smiled, opening each one of her gifts. She hated when Elvis bought her anything because he could never do something simple; he had to go above and beyond. He had gotten her a few pieces of expensive jewelry, a matching necklace and earrings set that perfectly matched her style. “Oh my god, Elvis, this looks too expensive for me..” she said softly. 

“Do you like it, baby?” he asked. 

“Well, yeah, but this is too much..” she hummed. 

“It’s a Christmas present. Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” he leaned over to kiss her softly. “Now open the last one.” he grinned. 

“Okay, okay. Thank you, Elvis.” she smiled as she opened the last gift that was in a tiny box. She raised an eyebrow when saw it was a key. “Um, what is this to?” she asked curiously. Elvis got up and helped her up. 

“Why don’t ya go outside and see..” he beamed. She furrowed her brow at him and then nervously began to walk toward the front door and everyone followed behind her. The guys already knew what it was but everyone else had no idea. When Rebecca stepped outside a car just like Elvis’ strutz was parked out front. Rebecca looked back at Elvis confused. “It’s yours!” Elvis said happily. 

“W-What?” she mumbled. 

“I saw how much you liked driving mine and well, I figured I’d get you your own, baby. You ain’t gonna be drivin’ like a damn maniac in mine.” he chuckled. 

“Elvis.. A car!? The jewelry is one thing, but now this is way too much. I don’t even drive in New York. What am I going to do with it?” she said, not trying to sound ungrateful. 

“You’ll drive it around here whenever you visit! Don’t ya like it?” he asked. 

“O-of course I do, it’s a beautiful car. But this is way too much as a Christmas gift, Elvis.” she sighed. 

“It’s never too much, baby. I wanted you to have the car.” he smiled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her softly to keep her from saying another word. “Now would ya hush up? Enjoy your new car!” he grinned. She looked up at him and nodded, she was more than appreciative for his gift, but she had never been given something so expensive before. She didn’t feel right for taking it. But she knew he wouldn’t accept no for an answer and that he wouldn’t take it back. “Get in the car and let’s see ya in it.” he grinned. Rebecca went over to the car and Lisa followed behind her wanting to get inside with her, she noticed Lisa following her and opened the passenger side door for her before getting in on the drivers side, running her hands along the leather of the steering wheel and sinking into the leather seats, still unable to believe that he really went and bought her a car. Elvis was smiling proudly seeing his two favorite girls sitting in style in the Strutz. He grabbed the camera from Charlie and took a few pictures of them in it. Now she was feeling a little more comfortable, she and Lisa began to pose for him in the car as he snapped away. 

“Alright, let’s go back inside so Yisa can open her gifts.” Elvis beamed. As soon as Lisa heard that she hopped right out the car and Rebecca laughed getting out of the car and following behind her and everyone else as they went back inside, Elvis slipped his arm around Rebecca and kissed her cheek as they walked in behind everyone and she slipped an arm around him, smiling up at him as they made their way back to the living room and they both sat down on the floor with their arms still wrapped around one another as they watched Lisa open up every single one of her gifts making a mess of the wrapping paper everywhere and she loved every single gift she got. Rebecca looked over at Elvis who was smiling happily because of the happiness on Lisa’s little face. She kissed his cheek several times. 

“I’ve got three gifts for you, but I can only give you one right now..” she whispered to him, giggling softly. He raised an eyebrow wondering what the other two gifts were and he smirked to himself, just nodding at her words. She grabbed the one gift and slide it into his lap and he reached down and smiled, ripping the wrapping paper off and it was obvious it was some sort of clothing because of the box it was in and when he opened it and lifted the shirt up, he narrowed his eyes at her and she started laughing because it was his own Led Zeppelin shirt. 

“Very funny, baby.” he said softly. 

“What is it, daddy?!” Lisa asked curiously. 

Elvis turned the shirt around to show Lisa and she laughed. “I guess I’ll be sporting a Zeppelin shirt like the two of you.” he chucked, shaking his head. Rebecca laughed softly. 

Once everyone had gotten their gifts open and the day was winding down and Lisa was busy playing with her new toys, Elvis and Rebecca eventually snuck away to another room. “Now what are these other gifts? Hm?” he asked. 

“Well.. You’ll have to come upstairs for me to show you, baby.” she giggled, taking his hand and quickly sneaking past everyone and heading upstairs to his bedroom, she locked the door behind her, which caught Elvis’ attention and now he was picking up on what his gift was going to be. She pulled the little pink envelope out and handed it to Elvis. “That’s gift number one. Gift number two will be out in just a second.” she smirked, grabbing her suitcase and heading into the bathroom. Elvis grinned and unraveled the ribbon that was tied around the envelope and then he opened it and slid the photos out and his eyes widened when he realized what they were photos of Rebecca. He grinned to himself as he flipped through them and each one was her in different poses in her bra and panties. It was one hell of a christmas present he thought and now he couldn’t stop looking at them. Beautiful was an understatement when it came to her, she was breathtaking in each photo. He didn’t know how he got so lucky to be with such a gorgeous woman. Just looking at the photos was turning him on. 

Meanwhile Rebecca was in the bathroom getting undressed and she grabbed the lime green stockings she had packed. She wasn’t sure how these few days with Elvis were going to go, but she came prepared for him. She slipped on the soft stockings that went up to her thighs, and then she stood in the mirror and put on some red lipstick and ran her fingers through her hair before giving herself one last look before she opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway in just those lime green sheer stockings, giggling. “Elvis..” she hummed. When he looked up he nearly dropped all the pictures on the floor when he saw her standing in the doorway naked and the stockings that clung to her thighs. 

“Holy.. Goddamn.. I-Is this gift number two?” he asked, chuckling nervously. 

“Mhm.. Did you like the pictures?” she giggled, slowly walking over to him. He was staring up at her his eyes scanning every one of her naked body, completely distracted by the beautiful sight. He couldn’t form words and he just nodded. 

“I love them..” he mumbled.

“Good.. Because I think you’ll like what I give you next even more..” she hummed, biting her bottom lip. 

He swallowed harshly, watching her move closer to him and she grabbed the pictures and tossed them on his bedside table and she pushed him back against the bed and he let out a soft groan as he laid back, staring up at her as she climbed on top of him and when he went to grab her waist, she grabbed his hands and forced them above his head and she shook her head at him. “No touching.. Not yet, daddy..” she whispered as she climbed further up his body until his head was right between her thighs and her pussy inches away from his face and he licked over his lips staring at the one thing he desired more than anything, she squeezed her thighs around his head which caused a groan to escape him, before she sat right on top of his face, slowly dragging her pussy along his nose and his full lips, she let out a soft whimper. She felt so sensitive already and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Elvis was in heaven as his pussy slid up and down his face and her slick coating every inch of it. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass and his hands squeezed her ass tight before he gave it a slap and she squealed softly, smirking at him and he pushed her down more, wanting to be completely buried in her pussy and his wet tongue lapped up every inch of her juices, and circled around her clit before he slid his tongue back down and slip it inside of her and she let out a soft moan.

Elvis began to slowly grind her hips on his face, his nose rubbing right up against her clit and stimulating her even further toward her arousal, he groaned against her pussy as he forced his tongue inside of her deeper and she gasped softly. “Fuck, daddy.. Just like that..” she moaned, grabbing a hand full of his hair with both hands as she began to ride his face slowly, the friction of his nose rubbing up against her clit causing her eyes to roll back and she moaned louder, her thighs squeezing around his head and his groans and moans coming out muffled against her as he tongue fucked her faster. His hands running along her thighs and fingertips circling along the thin fabric of her stockings, squeezing her thighs tight before his hands traveled back up to her ass, slapping it hard. She whimpered quietly, slightly bouncing on his face. Elvis couldn’t get enough of her that he would be willing to suffocate right in her pussy that was dripped in her arousal all over his face. She pulled and tugged at his dark hair, bouncing and riding his face as she threw her head back in ecstasy, crying out his name. She groaned loudly and ate her out like a man starved, she began to pant heavily as her eyes rolled back and nearly lost control of her body when she suddenly reached her orgasm and came all over his face, making a mess over him. He loved it so much that he slipped his tongue out of her and began to lick up every inch of her sweet juices that coated her thighs and dripped from her pussy. She rolled her hips against his face and his arms wrapped around her hips, keeping her still as he licked her clean. She let out soft kitten whimpers, the feeling of his tongue drove her wild. “Mm.. fuck.. Let’s see if little Elvis is awake..” she giggled, reaching behind her and running her hands along his crotch and she could feel just how rock hard he was for her, Elvis’ hips bucked from her touch.. “Mm.. Time to take care of him..” she smirked. 

“P-Please..” Elvis begged, his words muffled from between her legs. She slowly lifted herself off of his face and slid herself back down his body, seeing his face soaked in her juices, he licked his lips wanting to taste more of her. She straddled his lap, unzipping his sweatsuit jacket and practically tearing it off of him and she kissed along his hairy chest slowly and left a trail of kisses all the way down to his belly that she kissed over and over, running her hands along it. He exhaled sharply, watching her kiss every inch of his belly before she tucked her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants and Elvis slightly lifted his hips for her, so needy and desperate for her to release his cock. She slowly slid his pants down and his cock plopped right out hitting up against his belly. She chewed on her bottom lip at the sight of his big cock. 

“You just relax, daddy. I’m going to take good care of you..” she hummed, lifting herself up and grabbing a hold of his cock and slowly guiding it inside of her and she whimpered softly feeling him enter and stretching her out as his cock moved inside of her inch by inch until she made it completely disappear. She let out a shaky moan and he groaned loudly, she placed her hands on his chest and his big hands grabbed her hips and she slowly stirred her hips against him, his cock gradually pumping inside of her with each slow movement she made. Her hands grasped his chest and her nails dug right into his skin as she picked up the pace and now was bouncing on his cock, grinding against him. He was moaning and letting soft grunts escape his lips as he watched her ride him and her breasts bouncing in his face so effortlessly. She looked so beautiful, perfect even the way she bounced on top of him, that he didn’t think it was possible to be more in love than he already was with her. She lifted her hips and slammed right down on his cock and she did that over and over, burying his cock deep inside of her and that drove him crazy. 

“Ah, fuck.. Baby..” he moaned, tightening his grip around her hips and now he held her still and began to thrust his hips upwards, slamming his cock inside her and she squealed and moaned loudly as she leaned over him, her chest pressing against his and his hands grabbed a hold of her ass as she moved against him. Every thrust he made was building the arousal and ecstasy between them. She could never get enough of his cock inside of her. He made her feel like no other man could the way he filled her up and made her body ache in need of him, burned for him, screaming for more as her pussy clenched around him, taking him deeper with each stroke he made that seemed to get harder with each thrust. She liked when he would take charge and remind her of who was the dominant one in their relationship. As she sat herself back up she leaned over him and her breasts ran along his face, he nearly went mad as his hips bucked. The sounds that escaped them were loud and heavy and their bodies hot and slicked in sweat as they moved against each other. Now he was flipping them around and the weight of him consuming her as she wrapped her legs around him and now he pounded deep inside of her, fucking her right into the matteress and she screamed out his name, her nails clawing and scratching at his back. She tried to squeeze him in further, wanting him to just crush her with his body weight.

Their eyes met and sweat gathered at his brow dripped onto her face and she crashed her lips against his as they moaned into each other’s mouths as he thrusted into her deeper, his cock slamming against her walls, she felt sore, but didn’t want it to stop. It felt like the whole room was spinning as her orgasm burned in the pit of her stomach. She could tell he was close because his cock twitched inside of her and his hips bucked and his breathing was so heavy she could feel his breath against her skin. As they continued move as one pushing and pulling at one another and furthering their desire until they reached a breaking point and Rebecca gasped and her eyes rolled back and her body arched against the bed, her body completely giving into him as she came all over his cock and Elvis grunted and heaved with pleasure and when he couldn’t hold back any longer and he knew that he was ready to completely exploded he quickly sat up and pulled out of her, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it fast as his cum came spurting out onto her stomach and she could feel the warm substance dripping down her abdomen. He watched her take two of her fingers and run them along her stomach, playing in his cum and then bringing those fingers to her lips and tasting him. He smirked and leaned over to kiss her lips deeply, she returned his deep kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth before he pulled back and laid down on the bed, exhaling sharply. 

She chewed on her bottom lip, giggling as she stared at him before she rolled out of his bed and went to the bathroom to clean his cum off her stomach and then she came back, climbing back into bed with him, laying on her stomach and her legs dangled in the air moving back and forth as she kissed his cheek. “That was amazing. You are an incredible lover.” she giggled. He raised an eyebrow at her and started to laugh, he grabbed the pictures that sat on his nightstand and looked at them again, smirking. 

“Me? You drove me crazy with the things you do, baby. These photos? Hot damn.. Would ya let me take pictures of you like this?” he smirked, setting them back down and running his hand slowly along her body, caressing her hip. She grinned at his words and then reached over him to the nightstand for her purse to grab her cigarettes, which was what she desperately needed as she sifted through the half empty carton.

"Hm, I would.." she smirked.

She looked at Elvis who was giving her a look because he hated when she smoked cigarettes and she let out a soft sigh, tossing the cigarette back in the carton. “What? I didn’t say anything.” he mumbled. 

“No, but I saw the look you gave me.” she said as she set her purse back down and laid her head against his chest as her arm wrapped around him and his hand ran along her back and he tilted his head down to kiss the top of her head. 

“I hate that tonight is our last night together. I’ve enjoyed these last few days with you, baby.” he said softly. 

Rebecca looked up at him and let out a soft, nodding her head in agreement. 

“Me too, Elvis. It’s been such an amazing few days with you and Lisa. I hate that it has to end.” she whispered, kissing his chin. 

“Doesn’t have to.. If you come with me to Vegas..” he sighed. 

“Elvis.. I can’t.. It’s too soon and all I’ll think about is her. You don’t have many shows left there. So, I can always come back here when you’re home again. Or you can come visit me in New York?” she smiled. 

He sighed and just nodded. 

“I know, honey. I just hate being away from you..” he hummed. 

A small silence fell between them, she nuzzled her face into his warm chest. 

“Do you like Memphis?” he asked. 

“Sure, it’s beautiful. Why?” she replied. 

“Would you ever consider leaving the city and moving here… With me.” he mumbled. 

She lifted her head up from his chest and looked at him with her brow furrowed, understanding what he was asking in not so many words.

“Elvis.. I.. Don’t you think moving in together is a bit too soon? We haven’t even talked about what this is.. What we are.” she said softly.

“What are you talkin’ about? You’re my girl, I’m yours. There’s nothing else to talk about. I don’t think it’s too soon at all. Listen.. I-I don’t want us to end on a bad note. Just think about it, baby. Will ya? You ain’t gotta make a decision now. I was just askin’.” he shrugged, kissing her cheek. 

“You’re my girl, I’m yours.” That was one way of saying be my girlfriend. But she knew with Elvis he never actually said things clearly or plainly, but she knew exactly what he meant and that was fine with her. But moving in.. She wasn’t sure about that. New York had been her home for years and she didn’t know if she could leave it for the country. But it would be something she’d think about for him. 

“Okay, Elvis. I’ll think about it, I will.” she hummed, resting her head back against his chest and they laid there in silence again and she listened to the beating sound of his heart as he caressed his hand along her back delicately. Elvis glanced back down at her and smiled, squeezing her in his arms and then he kissed her head. 

“I should probably go check on Lisa and make sure she gets to bed. She’d be up all night if I let her.” he chuckled. Rebecca nodded at his words, letting out a soft yawn, smiling at him as he slipped out of bed and put his clothes back on. She watched him as she got comfortable, pulling the blankets over naked body.

“You’re such a good father.” she hummed. 

He smiled widely at her words, sometimes he didn’t feel like it. But it was always nice for him to hear it. 

“Thank you, baby. I try to be.” he said, leaning down to steal another kiss from her lips before he slipped out of the room and went to go check on Lisa. He had been gone for some time and Rebecca ended up falling asleep. When he finally returned he smiled warmly at the sleeping woman in his bed and he took his clothes back off and slipped into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling his face into the side of her neck and he inhaled her scent, he was going to miss her so much even if it was just two weeks that they’d be apart again. Elvis eventually fell asleep snuggled up with her and held her tight the entire night. 

The Next Day

Rebecca, Elvis, and Lisa were up early because they all had flights and though Rebecca insisted she’d go to the airport on her own because the last thing she wanted was to see another one of the women in his life. Though she had no issues with his ex wife, she just felt odd. Once she had all her things packed and she helped Lisa with her own stuff and the guys took care of things for Elvis, they all hurried out to the car and Joe drove them all to the airport. Priscila was already waiting at the airport and she smiled when saw her mom, but Lisa never wanted to leave Memphis or her dad. It was a hard goodbye for the both of them as Rebecca watched them. She was more surprised when Lisa climbed over Elvis to give her a hug. Rebecca smiled widely as she hugged Lisa tight. “It was nice meeting you, Becca. Remember to put more chocolate chips in your pancakes!” she laughed. 

Rebecca laughed. 

“I’ll be sure to do that. It was nice meeting you too, kid.” she grinned. 

“Alright, c’mon, honey.” Vernon said softly as he helped Lisa out of the car and took her things and she Elvis waved at one another the entire time until she got into the car and when the car was driving away with her in it to the plane she and Priscilla were to board. As if that goodbye wasn’t hard enough, now he had to say goodbye to another important girl in his life. A goodbye neither of them wanted to do. Elvis turned to her and he removed his glasses and she smiled, she loved when she could see those sleepy blue eyes of his. She cupped his face in her hands, kissing him softly. 

“It’s only two weeks, Elvis, that’s all. Then once you finish your engagement in Vegas, we’ll be together again. Whether it’s here or in New York, baby. But take care of yourself, please?” she smiled, Elvis nodded at her words and he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her deep and she slipped her arms around his shoulders as they shared a long passionate kiss that neither one of them wanted to end. But her flight was leaving and she needed to go. She pulled back from their kiss and she smiled warmly at him. “I love you.” she whispered. 

“I love you too.” he hummed, right before she was going to step out of the car where Red was waiting with her bags, Elvis grabbed her arm and pulled her into one more kiss, she smiled against his lips, kissing him softly. 

“I’ve gotta go, baby. Call me when you get to Vegas.” she mumbled on his lips, he nodded stealing one more kiss before she pulled away and hopped out of the car, waving to him and blowing him a kiss before she took her bags and headed to the plane and Elvis watched as she walked over and she looked back at him, giving him another wave and smiling widely and he was waving back with a smile until she disappeared onto the plane. He let out a soft sigh as Joe drove them over to the Lisa Marie, where he boarded his plane, waving to the few fans that awaited his arrival. The last few days had been the best he had in a long time and the happiest he’d been. He couldn’t wait to finish working to get back to it. He was holding out hope that Rebecca would seriously think about what he asked her, because it wouldn’t be the last time he’d bring it up. 

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[pearwaldorf]

[edit 12/27] Hey go reblog this instead thx

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It’s a really fucking boring party. Phillip is here purely for lack of anything better to do, including sitting on his couch and binging Parks and Recreation, which he’s done three times this year already. 

(Lyndie glared at him when he demurred yet again, but then softened.

“Babes, I know it’s been hard on you, but you have to get out there. Not in a find yourself a nice rebound way, although I do think it would be beneficial, but you have to get out and talk to people.” 

“And who exactly am I going to talk to, love?” He was fine with Tim getting pretty much the entire friend group after the breakup initially, but it was real fucking depressing looking at his contacts and realizing there wasn’t anybody who wanted to hear from him. 

“Somebody. Anybody. Not everybody in the fucking world is part of Tim’s circle.” Lyndie’s trying her best, bless her, but that’s what sisters (or close as) do, right? It’s not fair to her to be his one social lifeline.

“All right. For you.” 

She beamed that damnable grin that makes everybody fall over themselves to do what she wants, him included, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks babes. You won’t regret this.”

“We’ll see.”)

It’s an exhibit opening, and now that Phillip’s looked at the art (pedestrian, derivative) and nibbled at the platters (Costco, of all things. Not that they’re bad, but absolutely not in keeping with the atmosphere), he’s taken his plastic glass of Three Buck Chuck to find a corner to people-watch.

In the back next to the one actually interesting sculpture, he nods to a man dressed in the most fascinatingly archaic suit. No, that’s not the right word. It’s like he bought all his clothes at one time and never bothered to replace them because they really don’t make them like they used to. They’re at least forty years out of style, but they fit well. 

Phillip takes a sip of the wine. Oh god, he’d forgotten how awful this plonk is, not really being a person who frequents places where the quantity of alcohol is more desirable than the quality. 

“I regret I don’t have a fine vintage to offer you, but this has to be better than whatever swill they’re providing.” The other man holds up a flask, smiling. He’s not exactly handsome—his eyes are too small and his ears stick out too much for that, but he has a sharp, curious demeanor that makes Phillip want to know more. 

He takes the flask, ignoring how their fingers brush,  and downs more than is probably polite. It’s whiskey of some sort, burning sweet on the way down. 

“Thank you,” he says, handing it back. “It is very much an improvement.” 

The man screws the lid back on, puts the flask back in his jacket pocket. “A fine bourbon, American of course. Certainly other countries produce it, but it never tastes quite right. Like a bagel made outside of New York.” His accent is something Phillip has heard but never actually encountered in person, almost parodic in its intensity. It’s fascinating.

“They do make bagels elsewhere. And they’re nothing like the ones in New York.” Phillip says, just to be a shit. 

“Indeed, and I do not mean to impugn their quality. But I suppose we latch onto the examples we first encounter as the ideal.” He puts out his hand. “Benoit Blanc. If we’re going to have a conversation I suppose we should get a little more acquainted.”

“Phillip Owen.” The other man’s hand is warm, his grip assertive and confident. 

“A pleasure, Mr. Owen.” It might be the whiskey, but Phillip swears Blanc’s voice is warmer, more friendly. 

“I don’t mean to be presumptuous or rude, but your name does not strike me as particularly Southern.” 

Instead of bristling in offense like Phillip expected, Blanc just smirks, a little reproving. “How quickly we forget history, Phillip.” His smile takes any sting there might have been from the words.

“Now that I’m to get a lecture it’s Phillip?” He keeps his voice light. This is probably the most interesting conversation he’s had in a long time, which is probably a bit sad when he thinks about it, but he’s a little buzzed from the whiskey and he’s enjoying himself much more than he thought he would tonight.

“Lecture is such a stuffy word. Call it a gentle reminder of things that should be more prominent in your memory.” Blanc’s kind of a shit too, and god help him, Phillip is into it. 

“Then tell me what I should remember, Benoit,” he says, as gravely as he can. 

The other man winces, like he’s physically pained. “I hate that name. By the love of whatever you consider holy, Blanc, please.” 

Impulsively, he reaches for Blanc’s hand. “I’ll call you whatever you like if we get out this stuffy hellhole into a place with better liquor and a place to sit.” Is it forward? Absolutely. But it’s been a long time since he’s had anybody besides Lyndie to talk to, and he didn’t realize how much he missed it until now. 

Blanc looks a bit surprised, but his mouth curls slow into a smile that might promise something more. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

[littlestsnicket]

wonderfulxstrange exchange time! thank you @countdowntotwinpeaks for organizing this!

here is my fic for @bluerosering

title: I just got your number

word count: 1.1k

phillip jeffries & lucy moran; found footage

[also on ao3]

Due, one assumes, though I can find no record of the initial warrant, to the proximity to Unguin Air Force Base and the newly constructed Listening Post Alpha, the phone line at the Twin Peaks Sheriff Station was tapped in 1983. Coincidentally, this date roughly coincides with the graduation from junior college of one young Lucy Moran. Can you guess where she entered the workforce? 

What follows is a collection of conversations pertinent to our ongoing effort to make sense of the events on and leading up to October 2nd, 2016. I pity the person who initially transcribed these conversations. She—presumably—had the patience of a saint. The problems a small town calls into the non-emergency police line and Lucy’s endless attempts to explain the phone system to her colleagues have a certain quaint charm, but I was endlessly grateful these files were digitized and searchable.

-TP

February 28th, 1989

LUCY MORAN: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

(Static)

LUCY: I don’t want to hang up on you, especially if it’s a long distance call. You can tell by the quality of the sound. It goes open and airy. One time my sister traveled all the way to New York City and she forgot her toothbrush so naturally she had to call me and—

(Series of mechanical clunks.)

LUCY: I don’t understand what that’s supposed to mean. I can’t help you if you don’t use words. I’m going to h—“

UNIDENTIFIED MALE WITH SOUTHERN DRAWL: Cooper.

LUCY: I’m sorry, Agent Cooper isn’t here right now. He—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Cooper.

LUCY: Could you tell me who you are?

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: COOPER.

LUCY: You’re not Agent Cooper. You sound nothing like Agent Cooper!

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: The owls are not what they seem.

(Call ends.)

March 10th, 1989

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station, Lucy Moran speaking.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I’m not gonna talk about Judy.

LUCY: Lucy, not Judy. And you’re talking to me. It would be rude to talk about me, and I’m not sure how that would even work.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: It’s dangerous.

LUCY: What’s dangerous? Wait, I recognize your voice. You called here before talking nonsense the night Agent Cooper was shot.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I just got your number. 

LUCY: You’ve called here before!

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Maybe I will.

LUCY: You’re scaring me. I’m hanging up now.

(Call ends.)

March 17th, 1989

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff St—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I need to speak to Garland Briggs. 

LUCY: This is the sheriff’s station, Major Briggs—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I need to speak to Garland Briggs.

LUCY: I can’t transfer your call anyway if you won’t tell me who you are.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: You haven’t asked.

LUCY: I did. I remember you. I asked you the first time you called here and you wouldn’t tell me.

(Silence)

LUCY: If you're still insisting that hasn’t happened I’m hanging up right now. I have important things to deal with. Growing a whole baby and still having to decide who the father will be is very stressful. 

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: My apologies, ma’am. I was unaware of your predicament. My name is Phillip Jeffries.

LUCY: I don’t know a Phillip Jeffries.

PHILLIP JEFFRIES: I advise you keep it that way.

LUCY: You should stop calling then. 

JEFFRIES: I need to speak to Major Garland Briggs. 

LUCY: I can’t help you. He’s not here.

JEFFRIES: You’re a tough cookie, Lucy Brennan.

LUCY: Moran. It’s Lucy Moran.

(Call ends.)

July 15th, 2002

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

PHILLIP JEFFRIES: There was a man in Columbia. He was too close.

LUCY: Mr. Jeffries?

JEFFRIES: That wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but it was better than letting things lie. Albert won’t understand.

LUCY: Who are you? Why are you telling me this?

JEFFRIES: I’m Phillip Jeffries, the one and only. Unless there is another. Unnatural. Not occurring in nature. Another.

LUCY: I know your name. I think you’re lonely, but that’s no excuse to talk nonsense.

JEFFRIES: Not nonsense, ma’am. But my perspective lacks context and your perspective lacks context. There are things that cannot be explained, only experienced and communicated obliquely to those who already know.  

(Silence.)

JEFFRIES: I am alone. No one visits me here. Not unless they want something I won’t tell them. Not the people who visit me. 

LUCY: Where are you? Can you leave?

(Mechanical clunking that sounds eerily like a laugh)

JEFFRIES: Room 8.

LUCY: That’s not very helpful.

JEFFRIES: Liberation through Hearing during the Intermediate State

LUCY: Oh, I know that one. I read a book about Tibet because Agent Cooper—that’s not a place. It’s a meditation, I think.

JEFFRIES: You’re right.

LUCY: How can you be in a meditation?

JEFFRIES: I am in all places and no places, accessible only at times of completion. I am where Agent Cooper is yet inaccessible to him. You know Agent Cooper.

LUCY: Yes, but Agent Cooper went missing.

JEFFRIES: Agent Cooper is not missing. He’s lost. But he may find himself. I must prepare for that eventuality.

LUCY: You’re not going to hurt him are you?

JEFFRIES: I’m not gonna do anything to him. Nothing he hasn’t agreed to. (Mechanical clunking.) We had a plan but it’s going wrong. Dweller on the threshold. The fractured self. Unnatural. But we mustn’t lose hope, Lucy Brennan.

LUCY: I am Lucy Brennan. You said that last time when I wasn’t yet. How did you know that would happen?

JEFFRIES: Last time. Time. Now that’s a loaded word. 

LUCY: You’re a very frustrating person to talk to, Mr. Jeffries.

JEFFRIES: It’s my nature now. There are only words for a fraction of the things I want to say.

(Silence.)

JEFFRIES: Beware of Duplicates. Not occurring in nature.

(Call ends.)

September 25th, 2016

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

JEFFRIES: The pieces wobble but all is not lost. The tipping point will be here soon.

LUCY: Can you stick them to something so they don’t fall over?

(Mechanical clunking.)

JEFFRIES: There’s nothing sticky enough to make this certain. I do my best to keep them steady.

LUCY: (tentatively) Can I help? Usually, I’d get you donuts and coffee but I don’t think I can bring donuts to a place that’s all places and no places.

JEFFRIES: That’s kind of you, Lucy Brennan. He didn’t come through all the way, but his shadow self was not strong enough to stop him completely. Only he can fix it. But we must have everything in place should he succeed. There is a role for you to play, but it would be wrong of me to extract an obligation. Keep your eyes open. You may see something unnatural. When you do, act.

LUCY: I don’t understand.

JEFFRIES: I think you will. 

(Call ends.)

October 2nd, 2016

LUCY (audibly shaken): Twin Peaks Sheriff Station, Lucy speaking.

JEFFRIES: Tell me what happened.

LUCY: I shot him!

JEFFRIES: That’s good. 

LUCY: You’re not going to ask who?

JEFFRIES: I know who. I have one more journey to facilitate. Then my time is done. 

(Mechanical clunking.)

LUCY: Is that a good thing?

JEFFRIES: I think so. Wish me luck. Wish us all luck. 

LUCY: Good luck, Mr. Jeffries 

(Call ends.)

[prettylittlewrites]

Time Aligns

TASM!Peter Parker x OC

Returning back to his universe after leaving his new found brothers Peter was hopeful. But nothing changed. Gwen was still gone, Harry was still in custody, the bad guys hadn’t been fixed. Nothing had changed. But what if time was finally aligning in his universe to match the other Peters?

It had been a week since Peter had returned home from the other universe. It had been a week since he left the other Peter’s at the Statue of Liberty after curing all of the villains. Peter had come back with the hope that it would be different now that Maxx and Dr. Connors had been cured and maybe Gwen was alive and waiting for him in his little one-bedroom apartment in Queens.

But that wasn’t the case. Everything and everyone was exactly how he left them. The only difference was he didn’t feel the weight on his chest anymore. The crushing pressure since he lost Gwen, was lighter.

It wasn’t fully gone. It never would be. Losing your first love, feeling, and hearing their heart stop, he would always carry that with him.

But he felt lighter, he had been able to save MJ. His little brother's first love. He had been able to save her in a way he hadn’t been able to save his own. He felt like he could finally move on. He finally felt closure after 8 years.

He went back to patrolling the streets. Pulling his punches as he put away criminals, his wit had come back full force and he was back to having a skip in his step whenever something good happened. He was beginning to feel normal again.

It was around 2 am when Peter stumbled into a 24/7 coffee shop. His jaw a bruising red and his knuckles slightly raw from stopping a burglary just up the street but they would heal in an hour or two.

The coffee shop was deserted besides one girl behind the bar and a cook in the back. The soft jazz music played in the background and the yellow stained lights gave the quiet shop a warm, cozy feeling. One that Peter desperately needed, as the winter storm raged on outside.

The girl behind the counter looked up, her eyes drifted to him from the textbook on the counter. Peter nodded his head as he strolled up to the cash register as the girl slid behind it on the other side.

Peter took a second to run his eyes over the girl. She was younger than him, at least by a couple of years. She was on the shorter and curvier side. She had brown almost black hair that stopped at her shoulders and bright blue eyes. She was cute, and her friendly smile caused him to smile back despite the aching of his jaw.

“Hey Honey, what can I get ya.” Her slight southern accent startled him, he was used to the distinct accent of New York and New Jersey so hearing the draw of a southerner had him blinking at the girl for a split second.

“Uh, just a, just a cup of coffee, please. Black.” Peter stuttered as he nodded his head and tapped his fingers on the counter.

“Okay. That’ll be $3.48. Can I get a” The girl trailed off abruptly. Almost like she was about to say something she shouldn’t have. Peter smiled slightly nodding his head and pulled out a crumpled $5 from the front pocket of his backpack.

“Peter” he gave her a knowing look and her cut off of her memorized check out script. “and ah, Keep the change.” His eyes flew to the name tag on her apron. “Maddison.” The girl smiled brightly at him in thanks for not making her muscle memory awkward, as she got to work on his coffee. Peter took a step back and let his eyes run over the quaint place.

The booths looked slightly lumpy but there were outlets stationed at every table, and posters for Columbia, Empire State, NYU, FIT, Juilliard, and just about every college in the state of New York hung on the walls. The coffee bar wasn’t far from NYU so Peter assumed it was a popular study spot.

Peter quickly pulled out his cracked phone from his back pocket and sent off a quick message to Aunt May letting her know he was done with his route for the night and would be back in his apartment soon.

“Peter, Your coffee is ready” Maddison called out softly pushing a red paper cup on the counter towards him. Peter quickly grabbed the cup and took a seat on one of the many bar stools that overlooked where they made the coffee. Maddison whipped up the counter before pulling her textbook over to where she was standing in front of Peter.

“What are you studying?” Peter asked as his eyes caught sight of a color-coded diagram of the human brain.

“Oh, well this is for my Child Developmental class. But I’m Majoring in Psychology, and minoring in Criminal Justice. I’m a senior at NYU.” Maddison responded, tapping her blue highlighter against her book. Secretly relieved for an excuse to not study. Peter felt his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Well, I think you are in the right city for criminal justice,” Peter muttered as he took a sip of his coffee, allowing the scalding liquid to burn his tongue and throat.

Maddison chuckled lightly and opened up her mouth to respond when the sound of a bang startled both Peter and Maddison. Both heads whipped towards the front door and as it burst open and a baby-faced boy walked in.

“Maddison!” the boy yelled with a wide smile on his face.

“Thomas,” Maddison called back, significantly less excited. As the boy made his way over to the kitchen door disappeared, scoffing and rolling his eyes dramatically as he went.

Peter gave Maddison a look but she just rolled her eyes and shook her head. There was a loud clatter from the back followed by yelled cursing.

“Ignore him. He likes the attention, the more you give him the worse he gets. He’s a bit of a drama queen.” Maddison looked at Peter with a small smile on her lips. Peter smirked in return hearing the boy's dramatic gasp from the back before bursting through the doors.

“How dare you call me a drama Queen! I react a perfectly fine amount of drama!” He declared with an appalled look on his face. “And I’ve told you before, I don’t like my government name MJ.” He popped back into the back before sticking his head out again. “Also I’m covering for Luke btw little Addy’s first day of daycare is today.” Thomas disappeared back into the back again for good. Clocking in and beginning to work on breakfast prep.

The nickname MJ rang loud in Peter’s ears. His mind flashes back to the Younger and Older Peter. Both of them had an MJ. Was this his MJ?

“Sorry about him.” Maddison blushed slightly, looking apologetic before turning back to her book.

“MJ?” Peter finally gained the courage to question the brunette, his face had gone pale and his words sounded choked up.

“Yeah. It’s my nickname. There were like 5 Maddisons in my kindergarten class. My middle name is June. Being one of the last letters in the alphabet all the other girls got to pick the cute nicknames. I didn’t wanna be called June or my last name Walker so my teacher suggested MJ. And it’s stuck ever since then.” She explained, her eyes distant as she reminisced on her younger years. But Peter couldn’t stop his mind from running into overdrive.

Was this supposed to be his version of MJ? Or was it just a coincidence? Was he meant to be with her, all the other Peters were in love with their MJs. But there also wasn’t a 4 or 5 year age gap with them.

Peter began to feel panic at the thought of being in another relationship. Sure it had been 8 years and he’s had a couple flings, but nothing serious. Besides Aunt May and the other Peter’s he really didn’t have anyone. Not even a best friend anymore. Not after Harry at least. He couldn’t afford to trust people like that anymore. The panic caused him to convince himself to leave abruptly.

“I like it. MJ is cool.” Peter half-smiled at the girl chugging the rest of his lukewarm coffee before standing up. “It was nice meeting you MJ. But I gotta get home. Have a nice night.”

“You too Peter!” MJ waved goodbye at the slightly older man and cleared his cup from the counter. Peter waved goodbye before stepping out into the freezing New York air. His mind stuck only on Maddison and her infamous nickname.

[ham1lton]

american here and i LOVE football (soccer 🥴) and f1 obvi. basketball is entertaining to watch bc the players cause so much drama off court it’s like real housewives. i don’t keep up with it tho. plus basketball men can be so annoying and unwelcoming.

american football and baseball are boring as FUCK. u should support the giants tho im from new york and unfortunately im obligated to. join us! <3

nascar could be interesting but it’s typically associated with southern racists so. 😐 but i did hear my man jenson had a stint there and im trying to understand wtf he did

the way i would die to be able to see nba games in person and i saw someone on tiktok saying their dream is to have a house in my city to watch the footy games?? INSANE.

no cause i love that nba players have sm personality and they’re allowed to. y’know? i genuinely think that if other sports allowed that, they’d be more popular (cough cough NHL). not surprised that the men are like that :(( the basketball girlies seem so fun tho!! i also wanna watch a wnba game!! especially the team that has that ellie the elephant mascot. i LOVE her.

i was gonna go to ny!! i have a friend who currently lives in brooklyn so if i go, i’ll definitely check out a giants game. why do u guys have two nfl teams though. idgi. AND BASEBALL IS SOO BORING IM SORRY 😭😭 i could get into every sport besides baseball.

i know next to nothing about nascar. literally nothing besides britney attended a game. that’s all i gaf about. she looked so good. but since when was jenson a nascar driver?? hmmm.

[worldlymatters]

is that normani kordei? oh, no, that’s londyn smith, a twenty nine year old tattoo artist at caos tattoos who uses she/her pronouns. they currently live in quilpué, and the character they identify with most is gwen from total drama island. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

basics.

full name: londyn smith nicknames: lonlon, lon age: twenty nine zodiac: scorpio birthday: october 28th, 1981 birthplace: new orleans, louisiana orientation: biromantic / bisexual education: graduated southern university of new orleans in business administration occupation: tattoo artist at caos tattoos height: 5'4" eyes: brown tattoos: outline of louisiana on her ankle piercings: basic lobes languages: english

family.

coreem smith (father/alive) mercedes thomas (mother/alive)

background.

londyn was born in louisiana to wealthy parents. growing up she never realized how lucky she was to have the resources that were offered and given to her since the start. she was shy around new people in her life, but once she knew that you could be trusted she started no one could get her to stop talking.

if there was something that londyn even showed the smallest interest in, her parents made sure that she got the best for whatever activity. most didn't stick for longer than a couple of months. one of the few that she really did enjoy was drawing. there were a few acting classes, singing lessons, and personal trainers thrown in there. the sky was the limit for her.

in high school londyn was popular because she had all the connections, being head cheerleader didn't hurt that either. plus her parents made sure that her grades were great and that followed her through to college where her parents donated a large sum of money to the college of her choice and a couple weeks later an acceptance letter was in the mail.

she went into college majoring in business, knowing that it would be the best choice in the long run even though that wasn't her passion. it never stopped her from working on what she loved, art. several exes and flings later, she managed to graduated college. her parents secured the degree for her and londyn knew that her grades should have stopped that from happening but went with the flow.

after graduation her father started to push her into looking for a job. nothing felt right to her and she jumped from job to job looking for something that would make her happy. she wished that selling her art would make her dad happy but he worked for their fortune that they had and the same was wanted from her.

londyn looked into something that could satisfy her creativity, she found tattooing might be an option. this time her parents couldn't help her get this job, she actually had to apply her self and work hard to achieve this if she wanted it. she went to a couple of different shops locally and gave them a portfolio of her drawings.

a shop accepted her work and took her in as an apprentice in her hometown. she worked hard starting on fake skin and working her way up to tattooing on people. finally, she was so proud to say that this was one thing that she finally accomplished on her own. money from the job wasn't the best, but her parents were still proud of their only child for getting a spot at her dream so they still supported her financially.

the excitment of getting the job wore off quickly and she had a new plan. she told everyone that she was moving to texas for a fresh start. rinse and repeat, every couple of months she moved to a different state before getting bored. louisiana, texas, new york, florida. then she wanted to accomplish more. next destination overseas, she moved to the uk and was satisfied there for the longest she's stayed since leaving home, even if it was only a year.

now she's packed her bags and found her new home in valparaíso.

wanted connections.

ex-partner: they could have broke up because she decided to start moving around, possible that they followed and surprised her in chile. they broke up on good terms, so plenty to work with! best friend: basically like a sister to her, could either be a short or long friendship since they mesh so well it's like they've known each other their whole lives.

[richincolor]

Celebrating Black Love

On this last week of Black History Month, and with February also being the month of love, I'd thought I'd highlight some YA romance that I've enjoyed the past year and some I'm looking forward to reading this spring. 

Love Times Infinity by Lane Clarke 

High school junior Michie is struggling to define who she is for her scholarship essays, her big shot at making it into Brown as a first-generation college student. The prompts would be hard for anyone, but Michie's been estranged from her mother since she was seven and her concept of family has long felt murky.

Enter new kid and basketball superstar Derek de la Rosa. He is very cute, very talented, and very much has his eye on Michie, no matter how invisible she believes herself to be.

When Michie's mother unexpectedly reaches out to make amends, and with her scholarship deadlines looming, Michie must choose whether to reopen old wounds or close the door on her past. And as she spends more time with Derek, she'll have to decide how much of her heart she is willing to share. Because while Michie may not know who she is, she's starting to realize who she wants to become, if only she can take a chance on Derek, on herself, and on her future. 

Love Radio by Ebony LaDelle 

Prince Jones is the guy with all the answers—or so it seems. After all, at seventeen, he has his own segment on Detroit’s popular hip-hop show, Love Radio, where he dishes out advice to the brokenhearted.

Prince has always dreamed of becoming a DJ and falling in love. But being the main caretaker for his mother, who has multiple sclerosis, and his little brother means his dreams will stay just that and the only romances in his life are the ones he hears about from his listeners. Until he meets Dani Ford.

Dani isn’t checking for anybody. She’s focused on her plan: ace senior year, score a scholarship, and move to New York City to become a famous author. But her college essay keeps tripping her up and acknowledging what’s blocking her means dealing with what happened at that party a few months ago. And that’s one thing Dani can’t do.

When the romantic DJ meets the ambitious writer, sparks fly. Prince is smitten, but Dani’s not looking to get derailed. She gives Prince just three dates to convince her that he’s worth falling for. Three dates for the love expert to take his own advice, and just maybe change two lives forever. 

Whiteout by Dhonielle Clayton, Tiffany D. Jackson, Nic Stone, Angie Thomas, Ashley Woodfolk, Nicola Yoon

Atlanta is blanketed with snow just before Christmas, but the warmth of young love just might melt the ice in this novel of interwoven narratives, Black joy, and cozy, sparkling romance—by the same unbeatable team of authors who wrote the New York Times bestseller Blackout!

As the city grinds to a halt, twelve teens band together to help a friend pull off the most epic apology of her life. But will they be able to make it happen, in spite of the storm?

No one is prepared for this whiteout. But then, we can’t always prepare for the magical moments that change everything.

From the bestselling, award-winning, all-star authors who brought us Blackout—Dhonielle Clayton, Tiffany D. Jackson, Nic Stone, Angie Thomas, Ashley Woodfolk, and Nicola Yoon—comes another novel of Black teen love, each relationship within as unique and sparkling as Southern snowflakes. 

Reggie and Delilah's Year of Falling by Elise Bryant

Delilah always keeps her messy, gooey insides hidden behind a wall of shrugs and yeah, whatevers. She goes with the flow—which is how she ends up singing in her friends’ punk band as a favor, even though she’d prefer to hide at the merch table.

Reggie is a D&D Dungeon Master and self-declared Blerd. He spends his free time leading quests and writing essays critiquing the game under a pseudonym, keeping it all under wraps from his disapproving family.

These two, who have practically nothing in common, meet for the first time on New Year’s Eve. And then again on Valentine’s Day. And then again on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s almost like the universe is pushing them together for a reason.

Delilah wishes she were more like Reggie—open about what she likes and who she is, even if it’s not cool. Except . . . it’s all a front. Reggie is just role-playing someone confident. The kind of guy who could be with a girl like Delilah.

As their holiday meetings continue, the two begin to fall for each other. But what happens once they realize they’ve each fallen for a version of the other that doesn’t really exist? 

Chaos Theory by Nic Stone

Scars exist to remind us of what we've survived.

DETACHED

Since Shelbi enrolled at Windward Academy as a senior and won't be there very long, she hasn't bothered making friends. What her classmates don't know about her can't be used to hurt her--you know, like it did at her last school.

WASTED

Andy Criddle is not okay. At all.

He's had far too much to drink.

Again. Which is bad.

And things are about to get worse.

When Shelbi sees Andy at his lowest, she can relate. So she doesn't resist reaching out. And there's no doubt their connection has them both seeing stars . . . but the closer they get, the more the past threatens to pull their universes apart. 

My Week with Him by Joya Goffney

After a painful betrayal by her sister and a heated argument with their mother, Nikki is kicked out of her home. She decides to flee to California to pursue her dream music career.

When her best friend, Malachai, discovers her plan, he begs her to spend the remainder of spring break with him, so he can show her all the reasons she should stay in Texas. But their plans are interrupted when Nikki’s little sister, Vae, goes missing. Nikki is forced to work alongside her difficult mother, while navigating her budding romantic feelings for Malachai, as they all set off in search of Vae.

Over the course of a week, Nikki finds the love she’s always been missing, but will it be enough to convince her to stay in Texas?

[mr-divabetic]

"You can go around all your life singing stuff that’s just basically a song,” Shirley Brown said. “But I think you are supposed to relate to what’s happening—inner feelings.”Shirley Brown sang in church in West Memphis, Arkansas, until she was discovered at age 14 by Albert King, blues guitarist and singer, singing at the Harlem Club in Brooklyn, Illinois.  She worked with Albert for a period of nine years (where he was her manager), and rubbed elbows with Soul luminaries such as Johnnie Taylor and Little Milton. Blues legend Albert King persuaded Shirley Brown to sign with Stax Records and release her smash single “Woman To Woman.”  Soul Express describes Woman to Woman as a milestone in the history of Southern soul music. Starting with a dramatic rap, it tells of a woman determined to hold on to her man and tell it over the phone to her rival.  Hello, may I speak to Barbara. Barbara, this is Shirley. You might not know who I am, but the reason I'm calling you is because I was going through my old man's pockets this morning and I just happened to find your name and number. So, woman to woman, I don't think it's being any more than fair than to call you and let you know where I'm coming from.”

Woman to Woman, lovingly referred to as the soul soap opera, was written by James Banks, Henderson Thigpen, and Eddie Marion. The songwriters offered the song first to Inez Foxx, who passed on it. “She didn't want to do it. She felt like the rap part in the beginning of the song was for a male artist, and a song like that with a rap would be better for a person like Isaac Hayes," James Banks told Soul Express. 

The song's recording took more than one session. But Bobby Manuel, who played guitar on the sessions, said, “The recording session (for Woman to Woman) was magical. We all knew it was a hit record. Everybody was really excited."  Shirley was nominated for a Grammy for Best R&B Performance, Female, but Aretha Franklin and Ain't Nothing like a Real Thing won that year. Millie Jackson, who was also nominated in the same category that year, told QuestLove on his podcast that Aretha should have been excluded from being nominated in that category because her recording failed to meet the qualifications. 

"Woman to Woman" reached No. 1 on the R&B charts and No. 22 on the pop charts. The song proved so popular that Country Music legend Barbara Mandrell covered it, and Lonnie Youngblood talked to Barbara and blew his horn on the mid-tempo answer song, Man to Woman. A year after the song's success, Stax Records folded.   Shirley Jones chased her dreams to New York City, where Clive Davis signed her to his Arista Records label. . “I was one of the first soul singers he (Clive) signed. I was there before Whitney and Aretha. Clive said that if we could ever get the right material, we could have a hit. But he felt that the material was too Southern. He didn’t want that Southern soul sound.  Clive and Shirley Brown didn't see eye-to-eye in the direction of her music. "Clive Davis wanted me to do a Bette Midler song or something like Barbra Streisand. I could probably sing those kinds of songs, but I didn't feel them." In early 1977, Shirley’s first Arista single, a soul ballad called Blessed Is the Woman (With a Man like Mine) was released.  “I’ve always been a great admirer of Aretha Franklin,” Shirley Brown admits. Some people feel that Shirley Brown and Aretha Franklin are similar to the Isaac Hayes/Barry White situation." Some people speculate that Clive felt she sounded too much like Aretha Franklin and he jeopardized her career to boost Aretha's.    “Clive wanted to make Shirley like Whitney, "says Bobby Manuel. "He wanted to take somebody that had those chops, who could sing like that… and take them pop.  The marriage really didn’t work.  He was sending us pop songs, and she just wasn’t into them.” Luther Vandross loved Shirley Brown. I would buy up all her albums in the UK for our tour bus and his dressing room. 

After Shirley left Arista, she signed with several other labels. She still continues to make beautiful music. Some wonderful songs in her catalog include “I Ain’t Gonna Tell”, “Love Is Built On A Strong Foundation,” and the soul ballad,  "I Need Somebody to Love Me."

[jackiequick]

Agent Carter OC

Jason Underwood

Full Name: Jason Greyson Underwood

Height: 6’0

Birthday: April 20, 1922

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Age: 23-37 (but the year will say others)

Abilities: To live longer than anyone on the face of the earth ;) until death finally catches up to him!

Alias: Jack Keener, Lincoln Pine, Lieutenant Trace, Ethan Mayer, Mr Hunt, Steven Hale, Ewan Grey, Bradley Seresin, Jake Mitchell, Chad King, and the list goes.

Nicknames: JJ, Mr Underwood, Jay, Greyson, The Pest, Lieutenant, Hangman, Agent, Mcdreamy and whatever other nickname anyone gives him

Personality: Jason is a smart, slightly flirty, a bit snaky, charming but very kind man. His heart is always in the right place but if the job needs to be done to survive, even if that means stealing he would do it. He will always listen and be a gentleman like the good solider he used to be, as he under the station 108th during the War back in the 40s.

Family: Mom and father dead however he has one, who is sister alive

Sister: Dottie Underwood

The Backstory

- With his older sister being send overseas to live her days out in an all girl school where she trained and fought, eventually becoming what the future would call a version of an Black Widow. He was sentenced to a life of crime, kicking back when possible and roughhousing everyone that annoyed him. From an young Jason was smart and sneaky just like his sister before she left, playing all the role of the charming southern boy with a drawl in his throat and a smile wink that he many woman at the nearest small diner smile. Sleeping around and stealing was his play, especially if it a bored married woman who didn’t care for her husband’s plays anymore. That’s where the big bucks came in ;)

- Robbing banks and stealing from the rich, giving to the poor like a Robin Hood style hero if the occupation felt like it. He’s kind and would do what’s need to be done to survive. He lived the simple life, wanting nothing more than less, because what else could be lost. Until there were spotting of a certain thief in New York and disguised as well as they can be, Jason smirked, he knew his sister was back in town. He tracked his sister and saw the woman she was now, but didn’t like it very much, hell he still missed her!

- He teamed up with the woman and pay his dues when needed but all the planning and plotting was Dottie. He was just the sharpshooter, partner in the play and so called back backup. She always took the lead no matter what and focused on much more stuff, when she wasn’t looking he stepped back and located Agent Peggy Carter to help her and Mr Jarvis on their missions, having already knowing Howard Stark from previous business.

- It took time, patience and money but Agent Carter let him in on the future plans and help whenever needed, she even flirted one or twice to lead him on. Daniel Sousa and Jack Thompson were a whole other story, being sometimes parted up with both men even noticed how feeling rose between the group, but he never tried to care for the romantic side of it all even if it was VERY tempting!

Years went on and times got…different.

- The later then, called Agent Jason Underwood, would be struck by lightning the day he supposed to meet up with his friends in LA one night. He was driving around the countryside of LA near the greenery when the weather got chiller than usual, the air became solid as if was froze in time as the road was slippery with rain. Then BAM! Lightening stuck the road and bouncing onto his car as he wiped out. He woke up gasping for air, feeling completely fine after less than 20 minutes of silence aside from the bruised forehead and pain in his side.

- Little did Jason know that very night would be the night changed his life…forever. As the months, years went old everyone grew old expect him. He stayed the same age and not even a sign of a wrinkle told him the time moved however not for him. To avoid any controversy and experimentation on him, he made changes to his name every decade and move across the country, even out of the United States if the money he had allowed him. He had never the chance to settled down with someone, keep a job he actually liked and or just breathe same air as the others around him.

Present Day…

- Jason now lives in Westchester New York under the alias of Jordan S. Larson and volunteering to work in a library at a very small retirement home. In another moments, he’s a waiter at a restaurant downtown near his home. Jason always told himself to never reveal his name or history, never have his picture taken and keep an low profile. Very few pictures of him were taken and if they were taken SHIELD must’ve either erased them or had them underneath layers of their earliest files dating back to the late 50s and early 60s. Will he ever be founded and uncovered by the public eye? Will Jason ever actually settle down with someone? Maybe have a normal life? Who know…only time will tell..

Bonus: For my Top Gun Maverick fans, did you catch onto his nicknames and alias? ;)

Tags: @mcbident @gaminggirlsstuff @t-nd-rfoot @eagerforthesky @topgun-imagines @raphroseybeanpie @daughter-of-melpomene @meirafireshield @msrochelleromanofffelton @youlightmeupfinnn @rooster-84 @mandylove1000 @eliohasmyheart @halesfavoriteharlot and whoever i forgot to tag in this list

[jaxteller87]

Five Seconds

So, there I was, lying in bed with Amber, the woman who had come all the way from New York to spend the weekend with me. We had been sharing this bed for a few nights now, enjoying each other’s company. While I was happy to see her, and pretty sure she was happy to see me, she seemed to really love what I did with the place.

Amber has been raving about the room since she got here. Yeah, it looked nice, but I spend more time on two wheels than I do on a couch, so I don’t quite understand what she sees in it. The centerpiece of the room is a large, dark oak four-poster bed. Its rich, polished wood gushes with elegance, kind of reminds me of the luxurious bedrooms I used to see on TV when Gemma would occasionally tune into one of those cheesy soap operas. The bed is a dark earthy tone, and there are these two blankets with plaid and paisley patterns stitched into them. Amber says it reflects a touch of rustic Southern charm; I think it looks more like something my old man would have had. Not the expensive bedspread but the dated patterns.

In fact, I think I recall a picture of him with a plaid bedroll on his chopper that kind of looked like the comforter on the bed.

I’ll have to look for that photo later.

Opposite the bed, against the wall, stand a set of hard oak dressers, pretty close to the ones Donna and Ope have in their place. As I walk across the room, my feet sink into an opulent rug pressed with some intricate design, and I almost forget for a moment that I’m some rough and tough biker. Instead, I just pretend I’m an average white-collar, picket-fence guy.

Yeah, could you imagine? Me neither.

Both Amber and I are a little more morning than we are night which means that a prominent feature we both enjoy of this bedroom is the large window that floods the room in natural light. During the day, the sun beams through the window, casting warm, golden hues across the space. The dark red curtains are made from some sort of rich fabric like velvet or silk; I don’t know, Amber said they were expensive, but when drawn, they envelop the room in a warm, pink tint.

Long story short, she loves it here. But despite all the fancy furniture and inviting allure of the room, my favorite thing in it was her. As I nuzzled her neck and playfully pecked at her cheek, she gently moved away and uttered those words that any guy in the heat of the moment doesn’t want to hear, “I’m not in the mood.”

It wasn’t just what she said but how she said it. There was something deeper behind her words, her tone, a sense that something was wrong. Concerned, I asked her gently, “What’s wrong, darlin’?”

“It’s nothing,” she replied. Again, this was not the way I planned this moment going, and conversation-wise, she was giving me nothing to work with.

“Babe? Amber? You came all the way out here to visit me, and now that you’re here, you’re acting like you rather be somewhere else.”

“What? No,” she hesitated, “it’s not that. It’s just—”

“It’s just what? Tell me, so we can try and fix it together,” I laid my hand on her thigh and looked into her troubled eyes.

We stayed silent for a few seconds, but as I waited for her to say something, I couldn’t resist teasing her a little. “You know, we can’t fix it if we don’t talk about it, my love,” I gently nudged.

She sighed, burying her face in my chest.

With a huff, she replied, “I suck in bed,” pulling the blanket over her head. I followed suit, covering my head with the blanket to be close to her. I wanted to hear her, to be there for my girl.

She continued, sharing her frustrations, “Last night, it only lasted a second. You had barely done anything, Jax. Just a few kisses and nibbles, and I was already panting for more. It’s not right.”

I knew I shouldn’t have let my cockiness get the better of me. “It was just one time, Amber. Were you counting? Come on now, that’s not fair. You’re not horrible in bed,” I said firmly, pulling the blanket off her so she had no choice but to look at me.

“Look at me, Amber Lynn, please. The last few weeks have been the best sex I’ve ever had, and I mean that! We’re learning together. When we took our relationship to the next level, it was bound to hit a bump in the road, but that’s just part of the journey. A relationship is about learning and adapting to one another, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. But It’s not just about lasting longer,” she sighed. “I was so turned on; I couldn’t do anything but lie there. It’s not fair.”

“Well, it doesn’t bother me at all. Don’t I get a say in what I do or don’t enjoy?” I glanced at her.

“I guess, but I don’t know,” she paused, “it’s just different.”

“How so?” I pushed.

“You are Jax Teller,” she responded, “You could have anyone, even a damn porn star. But for whatever reason, you chose me.”

“Yeah, I did choose you. Take a moment and let that sink in. And it’s not just about experience; it’s about the connection we share.” Curious, I asked, “Has someone said something to you?”

“No, it’s not what they say, but how they look at me,” she turned away from me. “I feel like you should be with someone more experienced. Someone who you can do more with.”

I stopped her, gently making her look at me again. “Stop,” I said firmly, “You’re doing wonderful. I’m having a blast teaching you and growing with you, Amber. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I leaned in and kissed her forehead tenderly.

“Part of the problem might be my cerebral palsy. Maybe it’s why I feel things differently or don’t like certain things. But I don’t want to blame everything on that.”

“Maybe, but you need to trust that when something does bother me, that I’ll speak up and tell you. There’s no use in getting yourself worked up over speculating on what you think, Im thinking.”I stared into her eyes.

“I wish you knew how wonderful it feels when you hold me in your arms. Words can’t even explain it,” she whispered softly, returning my embrace.

“I know what you mean; it’s the same way I feel when I’m hittin’ dat ass.” I snuck a little joke in there to try and lighten the mood.

She smiled, then became serious again, “I want us to be on an even playing field, as we discussed in my notebook a while ago. That’s why sex never interested me before because people can be so self-centered. And I’m not just talking about guys; ladies can be the same.”

“Don’t I know it,” I replied.

“I think it’s the emotional connection we have, especially last night, that gets me going more than the physical stuff,” she admitted.

“Hey, while we’re on the topic of being honest, let me just say that when you said, ‘That’s it, Jax, don’t stop,’ as I was touching you, do you know how good that made me feel?” I didn’t want to sound self-centered, but damn it all if I wasn’t being truthful.

“Really?” she asked with her big innocent eyes.

“Yes! Really!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact she even had to ask. “Okay, so can we be done with this for today and just get back to enjoying each other’s company?”

“Yes, of course,” she hugged me tightly, “just promise me we’ll keep growing together. I’ll never find anyone like you, Jackson Nathaniel Teller. If I’d ever lose you, I’d just—”

“Don’t say it, don’t worry about it, and don’t even think it! I ain’t goin’ nowhere, darlin’” I kissed her lips.

“I love you,” she said, kissing me back.

“So, if you want, we can explore different positions if you think it might help, but do you know why I think you don’t last very long?” I said, trying to hide my smile.

She looked up at me, curious.

“All that pent-up energy you have,” I joked, “you’re like a little sexual volcano, ready to blow.”

“Oh, you’re funny,” she gave me a sarcastic grin, “although you might be right, Jax.”

“Or it could be that you said the magic words to me, and anytime I hear you utter that majestical phrase, I become some sort of feral fuck boy,” I suggested.

“Magical phrase?” she asked.

I couldn’t help myself, responding in a sing-songy voice, “How I love it when you call me Big Poppa.”

Amber looked up at me and almost died of laughter. “Well played, Teller. Well played.”

“We laughed so hard my ribs hurt later that day. But it was in that moment I knew that we would navigate this journey together, finding pleasure and fulfillment in each other’s company.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas22: Day 9: Mad Girl's Love Song

Happy Day 9!

A quick note, I have unexpected travel to do tomorrow, and if I cannot make it home I may not be able to post tomorrow - I'll have my iPad, but I'm unsure if I can make it work. I'll be back with Day 11 if that happens, though <3

Today with have Mad Girl's Love Song, named for the Sylvia Plath poem I've been meaning to write a fic for since I was 13. I finally figured it out! This is a WIP, but I thought this is a pretty deent start.

I hope you enjoy it!!

mad girl’s love song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The rumours find him in one of the Dakotas, after he feeds from a reeking drunk who blinks at him and cries for someone. He wonders if it's a parent, a lover, or a child. That’s a dangerous tangent to follow, but he does it any way, the weight of grief and regret a steady drip down his spine. 

That’s how Eugene finds him. Wallowing in a sea of misery, wondering about forgotten little girls, forgotten women, worried mothers, with dried blood on his face and wrapped in a filthy, stolen coat. 

(Eugene is about six feet tall, skinny as a string bean, and rather sly looking. In another life, he’d be selling watches from a trench coat or asking ladies in furs to pick a card. In this life, he is mercurial as a tiny river fish, and slyer than an old street cat. Jasper nearly kills him twice before Eugene finds a perch and demands they use their words.)

It should be noted that the Dakotas haven’t had a coven since 1897, and anyone with their ear to the ground knows exactly what happened to Kosa and her coven, and no one has been foolish enough to claim the Dakotas since. Those states are transient areas, where people pass through for a time, and the only territory that can be claimed is that which you are standing on. The same in New York, in Louisiana (blame the Southern warlords), and oddly enough, Nevada. 

Eugene jabbers at him in nearly indecipherable ‘30s slang, sucking on a blood-stained cigarette that Jasper recognises as a desperate attempt to cling to his past, to himself. He longs for something to hold onto just the same, but he’s too old now. Nothing he carries with him is anything he had as a human. Hell, he’d be dead and buried by now, probably having lived out his life. But Eugene, Eugene would still be alive now, if not for a woman with red lips and eyes to match. Probably still doing card tricks, sleight of hand to part people with their money. 

Eugene half tags along with him, half hustles him across the Dakotas to introduce him to the current residents - Ilse, Bowie, Duncan, and Valerie. All solitary nomads, who range from almost welcoming of Jasper (Ilse), to clearly irritated (Valerie). 

That’s how Jasper, Major of the Monterrey Army, ends up sitting in a shit-covered alley in Bismarck and making some kind of friends. They aren’t Peter and Charlotte (he should have told them he was leaving, that he didn’t want to hang around them like a storm cloud of misery. They deserved the happiness that came with freedom), but they are … amicable. 

(He’s confused, later, that he was so… calm and accepting of so many strangers around him. Why it isn’t just one giant shit fight. Ilse laughs, and tells him, “that’s all Eugene. His thing. We all have one - Bowie’s got theories. But Eugene, his is creating friendship or piecing together people who fit together. We don’t know, and he’ll ignore you if you ask.”)

He doesn’t tell them much, and they don’t press, but Valerie doesn’t trust him. She watches him carefully, and he watches her back, mostly because he’s never seen the kind of scarring Valerie has over her left eye; the eye itself is clouded over and dead. Vampires are supposed to be able to heal from almost anything, and yet she stays at him, one blood red and one milky white eye. 

Ilse, Bowie, and Eugene egg each other on with outrageous stories, whilst Duncan adds sarcastic comments at random intervals. 

He and Valerie are mostly quiet.

“Whose the weirdest you’ve ever met, Eugene?” Ilse asks. She’s pretty, like all vampires, with long dark hair and eyes. He sees the necklace she wears, and holds back his questions. After all, she’s told them all she wishes to share, though he can infer what she means when she tells him she was dead either way. 

Eugene pulls the stub of his cigarette and looks thoughtful for a few minutes.

“Weirdest that I’ve met would be Delia-Rae,” he said. “Walks around California in her old wedding dress arguing with herself. Can’t get a straight word out of her. I think she was the one that got destroyed last summer, by the old Italian bastards. Harmless but totally crackers. Should’ve kept a closer eye on her.”

“I ran into her,” Duncan muttered, leaning against the brick work. “Sad lady.”

“Very,” Eugene agreed. “I hope I’m wrong, and she’s still arguing with the voices in her head, but…” They all sit in silence for a moment; sometimes it feels like the Volturi���s reach is too absolute, too unyielding to be truly just. 

“Like that case down in Biloxi,” Valerie finally speaks. “Can’t believe that gets to happen.”

Biloxi is too far down south for his comfort, and he looks away from her one-eyed gaze.

Ilse lights up at the possibility of another story, and leans forward. “Tell us!” she claps her hands. 

Valerie looks uncomfortable at being the centre of attention. “Old factory or something; big fire there years ago. Bit of a local legend, thought I’d go poking around - apparently it’s haunted and once you go in, you never come out again, according to the locals.”

They all look at her, waiting for the punchline, the discovery.

“And?” Bowie prompts, tapping his fingers against his knee. 

“You could smell the bodies when you got close, smell whoever is there,” Valerie turned back to stare at Jasper. “I left. Not getting involved with shit like that. The place stunk of crazy.”

“Wow,” Eugene looks curious but also thoughtful. “D’you see them?”

“No. Glad I didn’t,” Valerie scowled. “Didn’t even going inside. Should’ve set the place on fire.”

“I wonder why no one does anything,” Isle asks, leaning back to look at the stars and he wonders the very same thing. 

It’s a thought that lingers.

—

He expected the factory site to be swallowed up by the forest, a forgotten and haunted place swallowed up by moss and kudzu.

He’s very wrong.

It’s definitely a haunted place, he wasn’t wrong about that. 

The forest keeps well enough away from it, a fucking wound in the middle of nowhere. The iron and stone fence around the property have long since collapsed into the grass, like something great and terrible has given up the fight. The remains of the building jut out from the ground, ugly grey concrete and smashed windows. Most of it is devastated by the fire, crumpled and forgotten - the stains of smoke still blistered on the remains. But the entrance building is somehow, just barely, standing. 

Broken furniture, even rotting doors, are scattered in the long grass around the entrance like bones jutting out of earth. Whatever figure - a saint, an angel, a god - that once adorned the cracked fountain out the front of the entrance has been rendered to rubble and dust, leaving behind only a pair of barely-recognisable feet. 

Factories don’t usually have fountains. Or bars over the windows. 

He’s amazed it’s been left like this; that no human has come forward to rebuild, to tear down, to make anew. It’s odd and uncomfortable that it is left in such a way. 

The gardens are dead and the trees withered. The grass snaps and crunches under his feet, dry and brittle. There is no moss, no mould. Some dead vines have entwined themselves through windows and the pockmarked holes in the walls, but there is nothing alive here. This is not a place where things live and thrive, almost unreal in how … how angry this place is. 

It wants him gone. It wants to chase him away and simmer in its rage. 

But for some reason, he keeps moving, pushing through the rotting doors carefully. 

And it’s like the whole building takes a breathe.

—

The bodies aren’t hard to find. 

Not that there’s a smell; well, there’s a lingering smell, but that’s the blood that has pooled on the ground and dried, the top layer powdery and metallic. These bodies are old, a collection of bones inside rotting cloth that still smells like fat and sweat and piss and blood. But nothing fresh. They are scattered around, five of them, decomposing where they fell. A single bloody handprint rests on the wall, luminous against the soggy-looking grey wallpaper. 

It’s the same throughout the first floor - more than a dozen forgotten rooms, several of them laid with bodies. He finds bones snapped clean, ground to a dust, fractured and sharp. A bloody footprint, a discarded shoe. 

One of the rooms is covered in shelves of books that dissolve at his touch, let alone have decipherable titles. But the evidence appears in the rows and rows of filthy jars. He’s not foolish enough to open one, but several have exploded (or perhaps been smashed) and left a pulpy organic mess behind, rotting fantastically, discoloured and difficult to look at, even for a man who is intimate with most forms of dismemberment. He smears off the dust of those  jars somehow still intact and is unsurprised to see a human brain, a swollen heart, a curled over foetus.

It confirms his suspicions. Some kind of medical setting, most likely for women. The desk is little more than kindling and it feels odd that these have somehow survived, unmarked. That so much of this office is untouched. The dust is layered in such a way that he can tell someone has ventured in here, but not for a while. 

A file is scattered on the floor, and he stops to pick it up. Most of it is indecipherable from the elements, but a smudged photo of a woman - naked and haunted and emaciated and with enormous bruises overlapping has survived. Even in a cloudy photograph, her eyes bored into his. 

Some kind of medical facility, and not a kind one. 

— 

The basement is a place he doesn’t venture.

The doors hang limply from the frame, the glass broken and long gone. The cold air that blows up the rotting stairs smells fouler than anything else. He can’t see anything in the darkness, and something about it just makes him turn away. 

He’s not a superstitious man, even if some of the men he had soldiered with as a human were. Maria had her own beliefs and traditions, usually from hard-worn experiences. 

But this place, this fucking tomb… the anger that this place wraps itself in… it makes him wonder about a lot of things he would have dismissed in the harsh light of day.

Another room, more bodies. 

But younger, this time. Fresher. Newer than many of the others. 

That makes him pause. The clothes are a giveaway, how modern they are. The heads thrown back against the wall, limbs entangled, the dried blood stain blooming on the wallpaper behind them like some kind of demented halo. A plastic hair ornament clings to a clump of brittle hair, a bag open at their side and the items scattered around. 

He’s not foolish enough to write off all the bodies he has seen as victims of a fire. But these ones… they make him wonder. This is not the practice of someone who wants a long life. This is a huge mess, one the Volturi will be forced to clean up. 

They’ll have to come soon. There are just too many bodies. 

—

He looks back once and nearly trips over as he spins back around to regard the older building. 

A split second of a face, pale and bloody, appears at a window. Fast enough that even with his senses, he wonders if he really saw it. 

Them. 

Her.  

He watches a while longer before he turns to leave the hospital behind to its rage, the glimpse of her face. 

He tries to pretend he’s not planning on coming back. 

Who are you?

—

She watches him leave from the shadows, behind a filthy window. 

(He wasn’t supposed to leave.)

Her head starts to ache again, and that means the pictures will return soon and it’s very, very bad if she’s out of the dark when that happens. 

And she folds herself back down into the dark of the basement, hair stiff with rotting blood and dotted with maggots, black eyes wide and barely seeing as her fingers guide her back down to safety. 

She’s glad he’s gone. 

(But he wasn’t supposed to leave. That’s not how it happens.)

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

This Moment in History

June 9, 2023

Stephen Jay Morris

©Scientific Morality

Written documents like this are photos, frozen in time at the very moment of their inception. Through these, I can reflect on the past or the present. The future, of course, is unknown. In my current moment in time, the former U.S. president, Trump, will be indicted in some federal court for crimes he committed. Now, on the cyber bulletin-board, Twitter, his followers are raging. The formal indictment will take place in federal court in Miami, Florida this coming Tuesday. His followers are calling for a massive protest. I couldn’t even guess how it would turn out. Will there be a low turnout? Will there be a violent riot?  Will there be a counter demonstration? How about a police riot? Maybe nothing will happen at all. It’s a game of wait and see. I am sure glad I am a mere Homosapien and not omniscient, like God. Every tomorrow is a surprise to me. If I was God, I would have knowledge of every future event. I do pity God. He must live forever—a prisoner of infinity.  Me? If I am lucky, I’ll live until I am 85, maybe 93 tops. I can feel pain, pleasure, boredom, anger, love, sickness, good health, hunger, horniness, hatred, and envy. I embrace my mortality; I do not resent it. I was nonexistent before I was born, and I’ll be nonexistent after I die; which brings me to my next point…

Pat Robertson, founder of the Christian conservative movement, has died. You know the old expression: Only the good die young. Well, Pat was 93 when he kicked the bucket—a long life. He started the Trinity Broadcast Company, by which he had some TV show called “The 700 Club.” His voice was suave but came off as a mush mouth. He had this chuckle that sounded like a sociopath laughing after having killed someone. He was a fake Christian. His followers would put their hand on their TV sets and pray for their salvation, then they’d send him money! I think that’s what’s known as grifting. It’s bad enough that of most his followers were exploited by Capitalism and taxes, but God picked their pockets, also! Most of these pastors tell their parishioners that giving money to them is equal to giving money to God. Yup! That’s the scam!  You don’t need a pastor. All you need to do is to read the fuckin’ bible! Unless you’re some wealthy individual, you don’t even need an accountant; you can do your own taxes!

Early this month, Canada had some big wildfires burning across its southern forests, similar to when Australia did. Canada always sends us rain and snow, and other shitty weather. They also send us their social deviants like Steven Crowder and Gavin McInnes. “The Proud Boys” was started by some Canadian Illegal Alien!  “America First,” my ass! Well, guess where Canada’s toxic, wildfire smoke ended up? Throughout the Northeast Coast!

One morning last week, I went outside. At first, it was like a foggy day. Soon, the sky was an eerie orange, like Trump’s face, and there was an odor in the air like a fireplace in Poland. Smoke! I quit smoking six years ago, and here I was inhaling this exceedingly, unhealthy smoke again! I thought the Catskill Mountains were on fire. Pamela went to the post office and learned that the smoke was coming from fires in Canada. She said the employees advised that we stay indoors and close our windows. News reports soon related that the air over the entire northeast region was at an exceeding high, unhealthy level. New York City was featured in the news as having been engulfed in smoke for over three days. The New York Yankees game was canceled.

Was this a sign of God’s wrath against the Christian Nationalist heretics? I am an Agnostic, so I can pose a question like this. If it wasn’t, it was certainly a coincidence! The sky turned orange, Pat Robertson dies, and Trump gets indicted.  Hmmmm! Makes you think…

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) Arriving In Vermont With Your Meteorologist Wife [Part 6]

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“That flight attendant sure was chatty, wasn’t she?”

…

“She was super friendly though. I just kinda resonated with her, ya know? For someone who isn’t a meteorologist, she sure knows her stuff.”

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“Well, uh… Guess we should rent a car now. Need some way to get around the state. Can’t exactly stay in the Burlington airport all day. Hehe~”

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“Burlington is in the north part of Vermont. We’re actually near the borders of New York & Canada right now.”

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“Good question. Where should we go? Hmmm…”

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“Ooo, I know. How about Green Mountain National Forest? We can totally attempt our date again there.”

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“No disagreement I see. Glad we’re on the same page. But before that, we should book a hotel to stay at while we’re here. Might as well choose a place in Burlington since… It’s where the airport is. Our ticket is round trip. We’ll have to return to Oklahoma when the time comes. For now though… We’re here in the Green Mountains.”

*scene transition… then car driving ambience until specified stopping point*

“Look at those skies. Blue & clear without a single cloud in sight. Nothing to obscure the sun from shining down on us with it’s full brightness. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

…

“Well, obviously clouds exist in Vermont. Hehe~ They just aren’t tornadic most of the time.”

…

“There’s a couple reasons why tornadoes are so rare in Vermont. And… New England in general.”

“First… The Appalachian Mountains cut through the state. Mountains generally make it very difficult for tornadoes maintain their form. So even if one does touch down, it’ll likely peter out very quickly. They need the flat land of the Great Plains to stick around longer.”

“And Second… The unfavorable temperatures. The reason Oklahoma is the world's tornado capital is due to it’s perfect geological position. It’s part of the Great Plains which grants it all the flat land that tornadoes could ever need. And it gets perfect temperatures from surrounding regions.”

“Warm moist air from the Gulf of Mexico & cool dry air from the Rocky Mountains. Oklahoma just so happens to be perfectly sandwiched between those regions. Combine that with abundant flat land & you’ve got yourself the most active tornado hot spot on the entire planet.”

“It’s possible for Vermont to get these conditions, but… Extremely less often. In fact, earlier this year, Vermont did actually get a couple tornadoes in the southern part of the state. The 2024 tornado outbreak made conditions more favorable than usual, but I can’t express enough just how rare that is. Vermont almost never gets a good enough mix of warm moist air & cool dry air. So it was incredibly surprising to see a New England tornado threat.”

…

“I’m not exactly sure what cause tornadoes to even be possible at all in Vermont. But I have a theory. Perhaps it takes cool dry air from the north & creates it’s own warm moist air during the hot Summer. It would explain why the highest risk for New England tornadoes is in the Summer. Even then, it still almost never happens because of the mountains. Tornadoes will have a lot of trouble finding any remotely flat land to settle down on.”

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“In Oklahoma, the highest risk season is Spring. I’ve mentioned this before, but many of the most historical F5 tornadoes took place in May. That’s when tornado alley fires up the most.”

“Meanwhile, Vermont has never had anything stronger than an F2. That’s the worst it’s ever gotten here.”

“But enough about tornadoes. We came here to get away from them, right? I wanna talk about Vermont itself.”

“When growing up, I always saw this state as… Boring. Not just for weather-related reasons, but… For other reasons. I just kinda felt like… There wasn’t much to do. Not much to appreciate. But in my adult years, it feels like I took Vermont for granted. There’s plenty to enjoy. Except for the cost of living.”

…

“Yeah, Oklahoma is much cheaper to live in. Another reason why I moved there. But anyway, I should be focusing on the positives.”

“Billboards are actually illegal in Vermont. This might sound a bit specific, but it makes sense when you realize just how gorgeous the state is. There’s a large emphasis on nature & wildlife in Vermont. It’s much more noticeable here than any other state. Seriously, just look around us right now. Isn’t it pretty?”

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“Yep… And not a single billboard to distract you from it. No annoying roadside ads. Just beautiful scenery.”

“Vermont is also known for it’s maple syrup. If Oklahoma is the tornado capital then Vermont is the maple syrup capital. This state produces more maple syrup than any other. And it’s super high quality. We should take some home with us.”

“And then… There’s Ben & Jerry. Everyone loves their ice cream, right? Who doesn’t? And they just so happen to have Vermont origins. They opened their first shop in Burlington on May 5th, 1978. The headquarters is also located in Burlington. And the factory is located in Waterbury. The factory even has a flavor graveyard where discontinued flavors are stored.”

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“My favorite flavor is The Tonight Dough, but there’s another flavor that I’ve heard is even better. Peanut Butter World.”

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“I’ve never tried it myself because… I can’t find it anywhere. No store I go to seems to have it. I hope it isn’t discontinued.”

…

“You know how that flight attendant compared Vermont to Montana? Well… Personally, I find myself comparing it to Canada. Vermont feels like… If Canada was a state.”

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“Well, yes. The maple syrup stereotype definitely has something to with it. But there’s also an abundance of moose.”

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“An oddly specific thing about Vermont is that the state has a lot of covered bridges.”

“Oh, look at that. We’re about to drive through one right now. Neat.”

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“I don’t know why we’re putting roofs on bridges. But if I had to guess… It’s probably weather-related.”

“Vermont also has a high production rate of cheese. It’s history dates back to the 1800s. There’s a lot of dairy farms in Vermont making it one of the top cheese-producing states in the country. It’s not always about maple syrup, though that is still most emphasized.”

“A more obscure fact is that there’s an abandoned mall in Rutland. At least… I think it’s abandoned.”

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“It’s weird. I haven’t been to that mall in so many years, but I remember it was, at the very least, almost abandoned the last time I went there. It still had some businesses open. Some shops were still functional, people were there & the music was still playing. But it was a hollow shell of it’s former self.”

“Many of the stores were closed. Dark rooms closed off by metal gates with nothing in them. All while being serenaded by the somber echoing music… Where the songs are so muffled due to the old speakers & the mall’s echo that you can’t make out any of the words. It’s eerie… And melancholy.”

…

“I have a lot of nostalgia for that mall. If I were to go back there today, it would probably feel like a Liminal Space to me. Assuming it’s even still there. It could be demolished for all I know. Or replaced by something else… Or refurbished into something different… Or perhaps nothing has changed at all & it’s somehow just… Perpetually in an almost abandoned state.”

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“We are definitely going to check out that mall before we return to Oklahoma. It’s been so many years. I wanna know what happened… If anything.”

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“Oh hey. We’re here. Green Mountain National Forest. Long drive, huh?”

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“You have the bear spray we bought, right? I doubt we’ll need it, but… It is a national forest. Anything is possible. Just in case, ya know?”

*scene transition… driving ambience stops… woodland ambience plays until the end of the audio*

“I was used to seeing flat land for so long that being in the vertical landscape of the Green Mountains feels alien to me.”

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“We are technically in the Appalachian Mountains right now. Vermont’s Green Mountains are part of Appalachia. They’re basically interchangeable.”

…

Ooo, I don’t know~ Will we really see a wendigo~? Hehe~ Personally, I don’t believe in that kinda stuff. They’re all just urban myths & legends.”

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“Woah, look. There’s a coyote over there.”

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“We have nothing to worry about. It’s a lone coyote. And there’s two of us. Coyotes attack humans about as often as tornadoes hit Vermont. So, uh… Do the math.”

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“It might’ve felt more inclined if it had a pack, but that isn’t the case here. I promise you that we are in no danger right now.”

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“See, there it goes. There’s an old saying. Animals are more afraid of you than you are of them.”

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“*gasp* Look down there. It’s a newt.”

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“Hey little guy. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

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“Awwww~ It’s so cute! I love holding tiny creatures in the palm of my hand.”

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“Newts are pretty common. To the point where I’m afraid that I’ll step on them without even knowing. Not this one though. Hehe~”

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“It’s probably so freaked out right now. From it’s perspective, I’m basically a giant. It might not understand that I’m friendly.”

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“Okay, I’ll let it go. Run free, little lizard. To boldly go where no lizard has gone before.”

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“Actually, no. It’s not a lizard. Lizards are reptiles. And I just remembered that newts are amphibians. It just looks like a lizard. Whoops, Haha~”

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“I’m a meteorologist. Not a zoologist. But I do know some animal knowledge.”

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“A strange thing about exploring forests is when you find remnants of mankind out here. Like a rickety old shack, some rusty machinery, tires or… Anything of the sort. Makes you wonder how it got out here.”

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“Well, I know humans put it there, but… How long ago? What were they doing? These are just things I wonder. It’s a mystery.”

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“I think there’s a clearing up ahead. We might be in for something special.”

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“I hope you have enough energy left in the tank because we’re going up-hill for this.”

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“Woooooaaaaah! Look at this view! It’s beautiful!”

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“Ahhh, I missed Vermont. I can’t believe I’m saying that, but it’s true. I didn’t realize just how much nostalgia I had for it.”

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“I do still prefer Oklahoma overall, but… There’s something about Vermont that just… Hits different.”

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“This is the best date ever. And there’s no tornado to ruin it this time.”

“C’mere, sweetie. Gimme a hug.”

“Hahhh~ This is so nice.”

“Mmm~” *kiss*

“We sure have been through a lot together, haven’t we?

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“Yeah… I definitely made the right choice to marry you. And I haven’t regretted a single second of it.”

“I love you so much, honey~ No tornado will ever be able to pull us apart.

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THE END

[affluenzafm]

you know you love me.

Meet JENNA MIDDLETON, or if you read the Anti Grapevine, GOLDEN NOTE. She is a 23 year old COUNTRY MUSIC SENSATION, that currently resides in THE UPPER EAST SIDE. She is known around the city for her IDEALISTIC & OVERSENSITIVE demeanor, but they may be hiding something… HER BABY WASN’T GIVEN UP FOR ADOPTION — SHE SENT HIM TO LIVE WITH HER FAMILY IN GEORGIA, AND SHE’S BEEN KEEPING IT FROM THE WORLD EVER SINCE. 

TATE MCRAE, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER.

The story of how Jenna came to be who she is, a marketing director's dream. A small town southern girl from Georgia, who moved to New York City to live with her brother, had dreams of being a musician that were nearly dashed by teen pregnancy — Just for her to come out as the next big hit. It’s a rags to riches story that writes itself, even if it’s her real life. Coming from nothing, Jenna grew up in rural Georgia, before venturing to Manhattan to live with brother. She’d hoped to start her career as a musician, and did so — With a spot on American Idol at 17, she proved herself to be as lovable as she was talented. When the unexpected news of her pregnancy during her senior year broke, she was able to use it to her advantage. The sympathy she garnered brought record breaking numbers to the show, that ultimately helped her win. Though there were mixed reviews and rumors about her child being given up for adoption, Jenna had still gotten what she’d been hoping for — A chance. Now, years later, she’s become a beloved country artist, who ‘defied the odds’ and came out on top. For now.

it's all about who you know.

CONNOR DELAURIER. pr boyfrriend. At first glance, Jenna and Connor couldn’t be more different—her laid-back Southern vibe contrasts sharply with his edgy energy. Their relationship started as a PR move, a headline-grabbing pairing to merge their fanbases. But the more time they spend together, the more they discover unexpected similarities beneath the surface. Both are driven, fiercely independent, and share a deep passion for their music, slowly realizing that their differences might actually be the thing drawing them closer.

OWEN MILLIGAN. baby daddy, ex-boyfriend. Jenna and Owen dated in high school, but their relationship was the furthest thing from simple, becoming parents at a young age. They tried to make things work, but they were weighed down by the challenges of parenthood and their vastly different outlooks on life. Everything changed when Jenna won American Idol, skyrocketing to fame almost overnight. With her newfound success, Jenna distanced herself from her old life, including Owen. She saw her rise to stardom as a chance to leave her troubled past behind and build the life she always dreamed of, while Owen, bitter and hurt, feels like he’s been cast aside.

LIBERTY VAN ZANDT. annoyance. These two just can’t see eye to eye, no matter how hard Jenna tries. Their personalities clash every time they’re together—Jenna is eager to connect, constantly trying to win Liberty over, while Liberty finds her persistent nature annoying and would rather keep her distance. It’s not that they’re enemies, but they’re simply too different, and being around each other only highlights those differences, leading to tension that never seems to fade. One wants friendship, the other just wants space.

this character is taken.