#elvis and addison

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Five Minutes To Forever

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Jessie Goodwin Presley, Lisa Marie Presley,

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3950

Summary: A bride never gets a minute on her wedding day.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Weddings, Wedding Day, Proposals, Blended Family, Kissing, Love, Little Lisa, Single Parent, Absent Parents,

Notes: This will probably be the last in the elvis/addison series

ELVIS MASTERLIST // ELVIS AND ADDISON MASTERPOST

Addison felt eerily calm. Even as she looked out the window down at the yard below and watched people rush about making sure everything was in place. She could see Joe directing folks to their cars, hurrying them along so that there would be at least someone at the church when they got there. She could hear the kitchen staff working away to fulfil their tasked menu for when a flock of ravenous wedding guests would return awash with matrimonial merriment and no doubt a glow that could only be procured from the hip flask of a tuxedo. And she could hear her family, the chaos of them running around just beyond her bedroom door, her daughter like an army general as she called for order and propriety.

And even though it was hectic and a glance at the clock told her they were at least five minutes behind schedule, she didn’t care. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she knew everything was planned within an inch of its life and no matter what went wrong, Elvis would smooth it out. Though she suspected it was due to the fact she was already a married woman, so no matter what happened, she was already wed, even if their chapel wedding was a memory for just the pair of them.

She was thinking of that little chapel and then their hotel room, where it had just been the two of them, when there was a knock at the door.

‘Come in,’ Addison said, smoothing out her dress as she checked the mirror one last time. The door opened, revealing a mop of shaggy blonde hair before Jerry slipped through, fiddling with the cuffs of his tuxedo as he whistled and said, ‘Wow, you look beautiful.’

‘Thanks Jer,’ Addison said as he moved towards her, embracing her gently as she said, ‘Everything good to go?’

‘Not yet,’ Jerry said as he pulled back.

‘Why, what’s the matter?’ Addison asked, the first seed of worry starting to bloom until Jerry shrugged.

‘Oh nuthin’. But you know EP; he keeps to his own schedule and today’s no different,’ Jerry chuckled.

‘Ah,’ Addison smiled knowingly. He was right; she did know Elvis. Better than anyone, and he shouldn’t have been surprised he’d still be moving to the beat of his own drum even today. After all, he was so used to doing it without pushback for years that it had been a hard habit to break, even if Addison had helped him break that habit just a little.

Though as unfazed as she was, Jerry still tried to provide comfort by adding, ‘Don’t worry, Jess is trying to hurry him up.’

‘I don’t doubt that,’ Addison mused, though, as the conversation lulled, she realised she didn’t know why he was here if not to herd her out to the cars. Curious, she asked, ‘So…everything okay?’

‘Yeah,’ Jerry said, shifting awkwardly. Addison watched, surveying him quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck and said, ‘Actually…no.’

‘What is it?’ she asked, somehow not panicked because she could tell it was nothing to do with the wedding. No, he had the nerves of a younger man, a fifteen-year-old she once knew, one that was still unsure and nervous when it came down to it. This was about Marci, she was sure.

‘It’s…nothing, never mind. Now’s not the time,’ he said, shaking his head, ‘you’re busy.’

‘Kinda,’ she said, smirking as she nudged his hand. Jerry sighed.

‘I just wanted to do it now because you’re not gonna be around after the wedding, well, not a lot, so it’s just…’

‘Jer!’ she said, after all, she had an aisle to get down, and dancing around a subject wasn’t going to get her to the end of it any sooner.

‘I want, I’m going to ask Marci to marry me,’ he said in a rush.

‘What?!’ Addison beamed, ‘Jer that’s amazing!’

‘Do you think she’ll say yes?’ he asked, a smile already in his eyes.

‘I hope so,’ Addison said. She wanted to say yes, but Marci was a law unto herself, so she didn’t want to make any false promises, ‘In fact, you should ask her tonight.’

‘Nah,’ he said, waving his hand in dismissal, ‘it’s your day.’

‘So?’ Addison said, ‘Plus she’ll never be able to wait till the end of my honeymoon to tell me, so if you do it today then she can tell me before we go.’

‘That’s true,’ Jerry said, ‘I’ll at least let you get to the cake cutting first though.’

‘Sounds fair to me,’ Addison said, leaning in to hug the man. As he pulled back there was an errant shout that sounded like a garbled version of his name coming from somewhere in the house. No doubt Marci was wondering where he’d gotten to.

‘I better go,’ he said, patting her shoulder, ‘you look lovely by the way.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, ‘now go. The sooner we get the show on the road; the sooner you can pop the question.’

Jerry beamed and headed to the door and slipped out, allowing the chaos of the house to float through the crack just for a moment before it fell silent. Addison turned to the mirror and watched herself, brushing the hair that had fallen across her shoulder when they’d hugged back into position. Just as she did, the sounds of the house floated into the room once more. She turned, expecting it to be Jerry again, but it wasn’t it was Marci.

‘Hi, have you seen Jer?’ she said as she came into the room, looking harried yet stunning.

‘Nope,’ Addison smiled, trying not to look too knowing.

‘Oh where has he got to? We need to be leaving in a moment… Oh, Addie, you look beautiful,’ Marci said as she looked at her properly and finally took her in.

‘Mar, you literally saw me like half an hour ago,’ Addison said, rolling her eyes. After all, celebrity stylists were all well and good, but Marci had been her hair and beauty expert since she was thirteen. She wasn’t going to have anyone else style her on her wedding day.

‘I know,’ Marci said, dabbing at her eyes in what had to be at least her fourth tearful moment of the day so far, ‘but you do.’

‘Well, thank you,’ Addison said.

‘I just…I can’t believe we’re here,’ Marci said, watching her friend wistfully. Addison smiled and turned back to the mirror, the flashes of all the turmoil they’d been through going through her mind just for a second before it was flooded out by all the good. All the possibilities of the future.

‘Me too,’ Addison said, ‘it feels unreal.’

‘I know,’ Marci said, fiddling with her veil behind her, ‘are you sure you’re ready?’

‘Mar!’ Addison chastised, turning around her face agog. Marci rolled her eyes, though Addison was surprised she was joking about it, given her history of being a flight risk.

‘I mean it. Last chance to run,’ Marci said seriously, ‘I mean, I’ll kill you if you do, but I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t at least offer.’

‘No, I’m good. No more running. It was only ever him I was running from in the first place,’ Addison said, if only due to the fact they were already married.

‘Yeah and even if you did, you two would probably end up running into each other again in your fifties or something. And there isn’t enough bleach in the world to get rid of the grey hairs that would give me,’ Marci giggled.

‘Yeah, probably,’ Addison said. Given they shared a child, both of them knew about now; it was hard to imagine they’d ever be living separate lives again, but she could see Marci’s point. Their lives had always found a way to intertwine themselves, no matter how many years between seeing one another.

‘Well I’m glad you’re saving us all the trouble,’ Marci said, turning her back around so that she could fiddle with her dress though Addison was sure it was fine, ‘even if you are leaving me all alone.’

‘You’re not alone,’ Addison protested, watching her friend in the mirror as she fussed around the bottom, unfurling tulle and lace carefully. Marci smiled in a way that suggested she had never thought that in the first place but rather that she was laying the foundation for something else, which Addison realised as she said, ‘No, I know… In fact, I think he might propose.’

‘Really?’ Addison said, a smirk on her face that Marci missed as she focused on her dress.

‘Yeah, he was being really weird the other day, and I know he and El went shopping at Lowell’s recently, and you have nothing new, so I figured,’ Marci said.

‘So…would you say yeah?’ Addison probed.

‘Duh!’ Marci said, finally pulling up with a beaming smile on her face.

‘Okay! Just asking,’ Addison said.

‘In fact I better get planning now. I’m gonna lose three weeks with you on honeymoon,’ Marci said.

‘Well, I’ll be ready to enlist the moment I get back,’ Addison smiled, ‘and I’m sure Jess can take on another wedding.’

‘Oh, of course!’ Marci beamed, ‘But first it’s your big day. And until it’s over, I’ll still be in full wedding planner mode, so I’m gonna go find him and get everyone ready to go.

‘Okay,’ Addison smiled watching her friend as she waltzed to the door; though as her hand touched it, she called her name, forcing the blonde to turn, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, Addie,’ she beamed before she flitted out.

Though in true Marci fashion she didn’t shut the door completely, her thoughts on something else leaving chaos in her wake, so Addison moved to shut it herself, daring to afford herself a few more minutes of peace, though as she got there she found a pair of blue eyes watching her through the gap. Lisa looked cute, with her pastel purple dress highlighting her vibrant eyes and complementing her sun-kissed skin and emboldened golden locks. Though completely unlike herself, she was quiet and reserved.

‘Hey, doll,’ Addison said, opening the door to her and allowing her to step in. Her reservedness still lingered, which shocked Addison, though she said nothing, figuring it was the hubbub of the day that had got her out of sorts. Instead, she went back to the mirror and beckoned her over, ‘C’mere and look in the mirror with me.’

Lisa strutted in, her natural swagger not completely lost, and took a stand in front of Addison, watching them both in the mirror. Addison swept her hands down her hair, smoothing the strays that had come from the humidity of the Tennessee summer. It never failed to amaze Addison just how much she looked like Jess, or even Elvis, when she was like this, though admittedly in the year they’d been in each other's lives, she had only seen it a handful of times.

‘You look pretty,’ she said after a moment, tilting her head back and looking up at her soon-to-be stepmother at an angle she was sure was unflattering.

‘Me?’ Addison said, ‘What about you? You look beautiful.’

‘Addie?’ she asked.

‘Yeah?’ Addison said.

‘Does gettin’ married mean you’re my mommy now?’ she asked, her face pensive.

‘Well, no,’ Addison said, sensing where this was headed.

‘But when Mommy and Daddy were married, we were a family,’ she mumbled, ‘how are we a family if you’re not my mommy?’

‘Well, I am... your stepmom,’ Addison said, taking a seat on the bed. Lisa moved to flop against her, the fabric of Addison's wedding dress making it hard for her to perch on her knee, which meant she had to rely on her stepmother to hold her up as she clung to her.

‘But you’re Jessie's real mom,’ she muttered, ‘and Daddy’s her real daddy.’

‘There isn’t no real and not real, baby,’ Addison said, moving a golden wisp from her face, ‘we’re a family. Me, you, your daddy and Jessie. And you, your daddy and your mom are a family too.’

‘But families live together, and Jessie gets to live with you, and I have to live in California,’ she muttered, dropping her gaze to Addison’s necklace, her fingers fiddling with it nervously.

‘Oh, baby, you know we’d love for you to live here. Your dad would kill for it, but it’s up to your mom. And you wouldn’t want to leave her alone in California, would you?’ Addison said. She knew Elvis hated his baby girl being so far away, but she’d been in Priscilla’s shoes before when she’d only ever had Jess. It’s why she didn’t really interfere in Lisa’s parenting all that much.

‘I guess,’ Lisa said.

‘Besides your daddy’s been so busy this year we’ve hardly been here at all, but once the wedding’s done with, things will settle down. Jessie will settle into school properly, and we’ll be able to get a proper schedule together. How’s that sound?’ Addison bargained. It was true that in the year they’d been together, it’d been hard to get things into a ‘normal routine’. Getting out of the Colonel’s contract had meant more touring to generate money and a longer residency in Vegas to get Addison and Jess ready for the move to Memphis. Lisa had slotted in here and there, something that her frown indicated she wasn’t quite okay with, especially as she mumbled, ‘Promise?’

‘Oh I promise,’ Addison replied, stroking her hair gently just as Jess appeared at the door.

‘There you are!’ She said, looking harried and stressed.

‘Everything okay, Jessie?’ Addison asked.

‘Yeah, all the cars have gone to the church; it’s just the girls left behind, and I thought I’d lost her,’ Jess said, frowning at her baby sister, ‘She wandered off.’

‘I was bored,’ Lisa said. Jess looked as though she wanted to argue but refrained, no doubt due to the time constraints they were under. Instead, she looked at her mother in a serious manner that told her she wasn’t in daughter but wedding planner mode. Addison interjected before a sisterly squabble broke out, ‘Well, we’re gonna be headed to the church now, so how about you head downstairs and make sure you’re not left behind, huh?’

‘Okay,’ Lisa said, though she looked miffed at being dismissed as she toddled past her sister and downstairs. Addison smiled at her daughter and asked, ‘Are you going too?’

‘Yeah, in a second,’ Jess said, pausing before she said, ‘Actually, I just wanted a minute alone with you.’

‘Okay,’ Addison said, beckoning her in. Jess moved quickly into the room, shutting the door behind her before she took a seat beside her mother on the bed, looping her arm through hers as she rested her head on her shoulder and closed her eyes. Addison watched her in the mirror.

‘Everything okay?’ Addison asked, after a moment. Jess sighed and then opened her eyes to find her mother watching her.

‘Yeah, I just wanted a moment… just the two of us,’ Jess admitted, leaning up from her mother's shoulder, ‘Today we become a four forever, and I love it. Don’t get me wrong, but… we’ve always just been a two, and I kind of miss that.’

‘Me too,’ Addison admitted, thinking back to all the times it had been just them. Of course they’d had Marci, and this year and a half with Elvis had been unbelievable and truly what she yearned for, but those simple times, those moments that were just her and her daughter, she couldn’t help but miss them.

‘But you’re happy, right?’ Jess asked.

‘Beyond happy,’ Addison affirmed, ‘and actually I wanted to thank you.’

‘Me?’ Jess asked, her brow furrowing, ‘Why?’

‘Well if it hadn't been for your little investigating stint, then all of this would never have happened. You sneaking out, you pushing to see your dad, you pushing me to not give up on him… if you hadn't done that, then I’d have missed all this. I’d have pretended I was okay with it when actually I was missing out,’ Addison said, ‘so thank you.’

‘Well thanks for listening,’ Jess replied, clasping her hand over her mother’s.

‘Eventually,’ Addison said.

‘Yeah, but I get why you were reluctant at first. Actually, I think it probably worked out better this way,’ she admitted.

‘Really?’ Addison asked sceptically.

‘Yeah, I mean, this way I got a normal childhood and two of the best moms I could’ve asked for, and I get my dad without the craziness,’ she said, rolling her eyes when Addison raised an eyebrow, ‘well half the crazy. Plus, if it had been any other way, we wouldn’t have Lisa.’

‘Yeah and I bet she’d have something to say about that,’ Addison giggled.

‘I bet,’ Jess giggled before her smile turned earnest as she said, ‘I love you, Mom.’

‘I love you too, baby,’ Addison said, touching her cheek gently before she said, ‘Now come on, at this rate we’re definitely going to hold the wedding up.’

‘I’m going,’ she said, rising from the bed, ‘are you coming?’

‘I’ll be a minute,’ Addison said, ‘just need to pop my shoes on. I’ll meet you downstairs in two ticks.’

Jess nodded and ducked out, closing the door behind her as Addison stood and moved to slip her shoes on before standing in front of the mirror. She’d already seen her appearance a dozen times today, not to mention being handed a litany of compliments by everyone who walked through that door to disturb her, but she had to admit every time she saw herself, she did feel pretty. Her hair was down, framing her face in waves, though the rest was hidden by a long lace veil with an intricate beaded design all around the edge. Her dress was simple, a square neckline that descended into a tiered skirt which her satin heels poked from underneath.

It was simple and elegant, and she loved it, and if she was being honest with herself, she hoped Elvis did too. It was true they were already technically married and that this was more of a show for their loved ones than a wedding, but she still wanted him to like it.

‘Wow,’ she heard a voice say, and when she turned around, she found Elvis in the doorway, having somehow slipped silently into the room without knocking. He was watching her in awe, his blue eyes light and his mouth open as he drank her in.

‘You’re not supposed to be in here,’ Addison said, though her tone was nothing but teasing.

‘It’s my house,’ he replied, ignoring any protestations that might be made about bad luck or the fact the car was due to leave imminently as he closed the gap between them in seconds and engulfed her, a playful smile dancing on his face. Addison wrapped her arms around him.

‘You look beautiful,’ he said, making her chuckle as she replied, ‘You don’t look so bad yourself.

Though his sense of style had grown exponentially over the years, his outfit was rather toned down. A simple black tuxedo with a boutonniere on the lapel providing a splash of colour. She thumbed at it, wafting the faint scent of roses into her nostrils for a moment. He looked gorgeous too. He’d still got a tan from the summer, which was enhanced by the black and white of his suit. And though the year they'd spent back together meant that this new rugged face was the one she was familiar with and still obscenely attracted to, his hair was different than she had become accustomed to, swooped back into the styles he’d favoured when they’d first gotten together.

‘I like the hair,’ she said, moving her hand to trace along it. Elvis took her hand and kissed it, holding it between them as he pulled her closer.

‘I thought I’d try something…old,’ he smiled.

‘Well, I like it,’ she replied. And truthfully she did. It was familiar, like he was just her Elvis again. Like they were just two normal people getting married. Those two kids from Memphis.

‘Well I like all of this,’ he said, gesturing with the hand she was holding to her attire, ‘in fact, if you weren’t already my wife, I’d drop to my knees and propose right now.’

‘I’m sure you would,’ she giggled, ‘though if we want people to know I am actually your wife, we need to actually have witnesses. I thought you’d all gone to the church.'

‘Everyone’s gone; it’s just me and Jer left,’ he shrugged, ‘I wanted to see you.’

With that he leaned in, kissing down her cheek and jaw until his mouth was caressing along her neck, making her shiver as she breathed, ‘I don’t think we’ve got time.’

‘They’ll wait,’ he murmured, the vibrations his lips made leaving a delectable feeling on her skin.

‘Elvis,’ she said, attempting to sound firm.

‘Hey if I say we have two minutes, then we have two minutes,’ he said, pulling back to look at her.

‘You mean folks will wait around for ya cause you're Elvis Presley,’ she ribbed, a smug smile on her lips. Elvis chuckled.

‘Are you tellin’ me this whole King of Rock and Roll schtick still ain’t impressed ya after all these years?’ He asked.

‘I’m a hard girl to please,’ she joked.

‘I’d say otherwise,’ he said, his voice practically a growl that cut off whatever quip or protest she was going to throw back at him before she was completely silenced by his lips. He kissed her like they’d been apart for months rather than a matter of hours, pulling her as close as he could physically get her, and she let him, though she knew it was ruining her lipstick.

When they finally managed to part, her chest was heaving, her oxygen levels fully depleted and replaced by love and lust. Elvis didn’t seem as knocked out; the smugness he’d acquired at getting her all of a flutter was his overruling emotion.

‘Told ya we had two minutes,’ he grinned. Addie attempted to shove him, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back in closer. And to his surprise, she didn’t make any retaliative quip or challenge him. She simply replied, ‘Honey, we have forever.’

It took him off guard, his heart thudding like he was a teenager having his first crush, though he knew that was a given. He’d been in love many times, even married, and yet no promise had felt truer than her words then. This was it.

‘Or at least we will if you get a move on,’ she said, detangling herself from him as she grabbed a tissue from her makeup station. Elvis allowed himself to be shoved towards the door, too in love to disobey.

She was still smiling as she got him over the threshold, even making to jokingly shut the door in his face, but he stopped it with his foot, not quite ready to leave her though their time was ticking on.

‘I love you, Addie,’ he said firmly. Of course that was a given. He’d shown her it time and time again, proved it by stripping himself back to his core, to being that boy from Memphis, the one who was worthy of loving that girl next door. He’d moved heaven and earth to show her he loved her, and most importantly, she’d let him. She’d trusted him after everything, and now they had forever. Addison smiled.

‘I love you too Elvis Presley.’

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Doja Cat

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Jennifer Lopez, Chris Olsen, Sukihana, Lana Del Rey, Elizabeth Olsen, Mary Kate Olsen, Drake, awkwafina, Alex consani, Luigi Magione, Pete Butttigieg, Jackie Aina, Onijah Robinson, Chris Marco, Chloe Sevignys husband, Angelyne, SIA, jojo siwa, Rupaul, Robyn, Bethany Frankel, Vinnie Hacker, SZA, Beyoncé, Fiona Apple, Katy Perry, Viola Davis, Sandra Oh, Regina King, Joseline Hernandez, Roy Cohn, Donald Trump, Bowen Yang, Clairo, Gweneth Paltrow, Charli xcx, Ashanti, Marylin Monroe, Stevie Wonder, Octavia Spencer, Charles Gross, Donna Summer, Sutton Stracke, Stunna girl, Alice Coltrane, Summer Walker, Matthew Mcconaughe, Ciara, Fantasia, Paula Abdul, Nick Cannon, Winona Rider, Greta Gerwig, George Lopez, Nancy Pelosi, Mariah Carey, Jillian Anderson, JK Rowling, Frida Kahlo, Caitlyn Jenner, Elvis Presley, Ronald Reagan, Ja Rule, Kelela, America Ferreira, Marina and the Diamonds, Cate Blanchet, John Waters, Vera Farminga, Pedro Almodovar, Common, Teena Marie, Jack Ma, Tracee Ellis Ross, AOC, Uma Thurman, Jack Antonoff, Ellen Degenerous, John F Kennedy, Asian Doll, Tom Hardy, Rooney Mara, The rock, Helen Keller, Addison Rae, Ben Shapiro, Robin Williams, Azealia Banks, Diego Rivera, Teyana Taylor, Andy Warhol, Nia Long, Lil Uzi Vert, Isabelle Huppert, Q-Tip, H.E.R., Takashi Murakami, Lisa Bonet, Salman Rushdie, Normani, Dev Patel, FKA Twigs, Yoko Ono, Burna Boy, Divine, Anitta, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Thandiwe Newton, Lil Kim, Pedro Pascal, Björk, Riz Ahmed, Erykah Badu, Yayoi Kusama, Saweetie, Gael García Bernal, Patti Smith, Tierra Whack, Javier Bardem, Grace Jones, Ai Weiwei, Tinashe, Zadie Smith, Ramy Youssef, Mitski, Wong Kar-wai, Keke Palmer, Salman Khan, Kim Petras, Leos Carax, Raven-Symoné, Spike Lee, Arca, Omari Hardwick, Cindy Sherman, Davido, Hari Nef, Bootsy Collins, Amandla Stenberg, Abbas Kiarostami, Tems, John Galliano, Rico Nasty, Bong Joon-ho, Meek Mill, Laverne Cox, Jeff Koons, Coco Jones, Park Chan-wook, Garcelle Beauvais, Kid Cudi, Zaha Hadid, T-Pain, Adwoa Aboah, Werner Herzog, Jazmine Sullivan, Takashi Yamazaki, Latto, Moonlight Bae, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Neneh Cherry, Daniel Kaluuya, Anohni, Shygirl, Zhang Yimou, Yara Shahidi, Skepta, Lorna Simpson, Sampha, Isabelle Adjani, Stormzy, Kara Walker Malcolm X, Solange Knowles, Frida Kahlo, Ayo Edebiri, Nelson Mandela, Rosalía, Cleopatra, Jungkook, Sojourner Truth, Dev Hynes, Harriet Tubman, Bad Gyal, Leonardo da Vinci, Janhvi Kapoor, Angela Davis, Rema, Joan of Arc, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Che Guevara, Kali Uchis, Queen Nzinga, Tim Burton, Empress Wu Zetian, Burna Boy, Marcus Garvey, Jodie Comer, Sitting Bull, Tyla, Zora Neale Hurston, Shah Rukh Khan, Toussaint Louverture, Amaarae, Audre Lorde, Hirokazu Kore-eda, Indira Gandhi, Syd, Frederick Douglass, Hunter Schafer, Hatshepsut, Shaboozey, Langston Hughes, Ncuti Gatwa, Nefertiti, Smino, Rani Mukerji, Steve Biko, Victoria Monét, Mansa Musa, Jaden Smith, Ida B. Wells, Wong Fei-hung, PinkPantheress, Salvador Dalí, Laetitia Casta, Haile Selassie, Young Thug, Marie Curie, Deepika Padukone, Nat Turner, Arlo Parks, Shaka Zulu, Lupita Nyong’o, Hypatia, Gunna, Soji Okita, Nia DaCosta, Septimius Severus, Angelique Kidjo, Crazy Horse, Adèle Exarchopoulos, Ramesses II, Snoh Aalegra, W.E.B. Du Bois, Barry Jenkins, Sacagawea, King Sunny Adé, Maximilien Robespierre, Coco Gauff, Ashoka the Great, Mustafa, Susan B. Anthony, Asake, Simón Bolívar, Dreezy, Khufu, Tierra Whack, Billie Holiday, Blitz Bazawule, Catherine the Great, BIA, Tycho Brahe, Jamila Woods, Geronimo, Ayra Starr, Mary Seacole. Noname, Mohsen Makhmalbaf, Moses Sumney, Vivienne Westwood, Rina Sawayama, Jafar Panahi, Oumou Sangaré, LaKeith Stanfield, Nan Goldin, Kelechi Okafor, Asghar Farhadi, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Busta Rhymes, Tetsuya Nomura, Mindy Kahling, Barrack Obama, Pamela Anderson, Tana Mongeau, Marcus Garvey, Jake Paul, Billie Holiday, Blac Chyna, Cleopatra, Charli D’Amelio, Mahatma Gandhi, Scott Disick, Angela Davis, Loren Gray, Rosa Parks, Trisha Paytas, Dixie D’Amelio, Shaka Zulu, Hannah Montana , James Charles, Bhad Bhabie, Zara Larsson, Joan of Arc,

, David Dobrik, Langston Hughes, Khloé Kardashian, Noah Centineo, Zora Neale Hurston, Nikita Dragun, Ramesses II, Sommer Ray, Josephine Baker, Lil Pump, Empress Cixi, Madison Beer, Malcolm X, Rebecca Black, Sitting Bull, Olivia Jade, Thurgood Marshall, Tekashi 6ix9ine, Mary Wollstonecraft, Amber Rose, Che Guevara, JoJo Siwa, Akbar the Great, Jennifer Lopez, Chris Olsen, Sukihana, Lana Del Rey, Elizabeth Olsen, Mary Kate Olsen, Drake, awkwafina, Alex consani, Luigi Magione, Pete Butttigieg, Jackie Aina, Onijah Robinson, Chris Marco, Chloe Sevignys husband, Angelyne, SIA, jojo siwa, Rupaul, Robyn, Bethany Frankel, Vinnie Hacker, SZA, Beyoncé, Fiona Apple, Katy Perry, Viola Davis, Sandra Oh, Regina King, Joseline Hernandez, Roy Cohn, Donald Trump, Bowen Yang, Clairo, Gweneth Paltrow, Charli xcx, Ashanti, Marylin Monroe, Stevie Wonder, Octavia Spencer, Charles Gross, Donna Summer, Sutton Stracke, Stunna girl, Alice Coltrane, Summer Walker, Matthew Mcconaughe, Ciara, Fantasia, Paula Abdul, Nick Cannon, Winona Rider, Greta Gerwig, George Lopez, Nancy Pelosi, Mariah Carey, Jillian Anderson, JK Rowling, Frida Kahlo, Caitlyn Jenner, Elvis Presley, Ronald Reagan, Ja Rule, Kelela, America Ferreira, Marina and the Diamonds, Cate Blanchet, John Waters, Vera Farminga, Pedro Almodovar, Common, Teena Marie, Jack Ma, Tracee Ellis Ross, AOC, Uma Thurman, Jack Antonoff, Ellen Degenerous, John F Kennedy, Asian Doll, Tom Hardy, Rooney Mara, The rock, Helen Keller, Addison Rae, Ben Shapiro, Robin Williams, Azealia Banks, Diego Rivera, Teyana Taylor, Andy Warhol, Nia Long, Lil Uzi Vert, Isabelle Huppert, Q-Tip, H.E.R., Takashi Murakami, Lisa Bonet, Salman Rushdie, Normani, Dev Patel, FKA Twigs, Yoko Ono, Burna Boy, Divine, Anitta, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Thandiwe Newton, Lil Kim, Pedro Pascal, Björk, Riz Ahmed, Erykah Badu, Yayoi Kusama, Saweetie, Gael García Bernal, Patti Smith, Tierra Whack, Javier Bardem, Grace Jones, Ai Weiwei, Tinashe, Zadie Smith, Ramy Youssef, Mitski, Wong Kar-wai, Keke Palmer, Salman Khan, Kim Petras, Leos Carax, Raven-Symoné, Spike Lee, Arca, Omari Hardwick, Cindy Sherman, Davido, Hari Nef, Bootsy Collins, Amandla Stenberg, Abbas Kiarostami, Tems, John Galliano, Rico Nasty, Bong Joon-ho, Meek Mill, Laverne Cox, Jeff Koons, Coco Jones, Park Chan-wook, Garcelle Beauvais, Kid Cudi, Zaha Hadid, T-Pain, Adwoa Aboah, Werner Herzog, Jazmine Sullivan, Takashi Yamazaki, Latto, Moonlight Bae, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Neneh Cherry, Daniel Kaluuya, Anohni, Shygirl, Zhang Yimou, Yara Shahidi, Skepta, Lorna Simpson, Sampha, Isabelle Adjani, Stormzy, Kara Walker Malcolm X, Solange Knowles, Frida Kahlo, Ayo Edebiri, Nelson Mandela, Rosalía, Cleopatra, Jungkook, Sojourner Truth, Dev Hynes, Harriet Tubman, Bad Gyal, Leonardo da Vinci, Janhvi Kapoor, Angela Davis, Rema, Joan of Arc, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Che Guevara, Kali Uchis, Queen Nzinga, Tim Burton, Empress Wu Zetian, Burna Boy, Marcus Garvey, Jodie Comer, Sitting Bull, Tyla, Zora Neale Hurston, Shah Rukh Khan, Toussaint Louverture, Amaarae, Audre Lorde, Hirokazu Kore-eda, Indira Gandhi, Syd, Frederick Douglass, Hunter Schafer, Hatshepsut, Shaboozey, Langston Hughes, Ncuti Gatwa, Nefertiti, Smino, Rani Mukerji, Steve Biko, Victoria Monét, Mansa Musa, Jaden Smith, Ida B. Wells, Wong Fei-hung, PinkPantheress, Salvador Dalí, Laetitia Casta, Haile Selassie, Young Thug, Marie Curie, Deepika Padukone, Nat Turner, Arlo Parks, Shaka Zulu, Lupita Nyong’o, Hypatia, Gunna, Soji Okita, Nia DaCosta, Septimius Severus, Angelique Kidjo, Crazy Horse, Adèle Exarchopoulos, Ramesses, Susan B. Anthony, Logan Paul, Billie Holiday, Lisa Vanderpump, Túpac Amaru II, Ice Spice, Nat Turner, Stassie Karanikolaou, Hypatia, Yung Miami, Marcus Rashford, Farrah Abraham, Indira Gandhi, Bella Poarch, Ella Fitzgerald, Ryan Seacrest, Teyana Taylor, Queen Victoria, Mikey Madison, Sundiata Keita, Lil Tay, Pablo Neruda, Erika Jayne, Ashoka the Great, Quen Blackwell, Clara Barton, Doechii, Genghis Khan, Paige DeSorbo, Marie Antoinette, Central Cee, Simone de Beauvoir, Chantel Jeffries, Bessie Coleman, JT, Emperor Meiji

[astrosky33]

CHART ANALYSIS P1: The Sturniolo Triplets

Triplets/Twins Charts

Triplets and twins are born on the same day and sometimes will have the same or close birth times because of c-sections like the Sturniolo Triplets. Many people because of this ask, how do they have such different personalities but have the same chart? The explanation is astrology is a polarity and also certain challenges or situations in your life can activate specific placements more than others and in turn can give you stronger energy from that placement. Also keep in mind if the birth times are even seconds away from each other the rising degree can change which makes a big impact as well

Their Fame Indications

Some examples I will be using are in these celebrities Sidereal charts

☆. ┊Uranus in the 11th house

This is a big indication of gaining fame through social media since Uranus represents technology and the 11th house represents fans. People with this placement can easily accumulate lots of followers online. Fame may even happen for these people very suddenly since Uranus also represents sudden changes/events

Ex: Jake Paul, Noah Beck, Vinnie Hacker, IShowSpeed

☆. ┊Neptune in the 10th house

Neptune is an underrated planet when it comes to fame and not talked about much, but it represents glamour, idealization, and is also the higher octave of Venus. Placed in the 10th house which is the house of fame can not only indicate fame but also that many people are inspired by them and that they can attract many copycats

Ex: Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Walt Disney, Jesus

☆. ┊Leo stellium

Stelliums show important and prominent energies in our life similar to chart rulers and north nodes. Leo is ruled by the Sun which represents attention/spotlight so this stellium can bring you lots of attention even if unwanted

Ex: Dylan O’ Brien

☆. ┊Mercury in the 5th house and their 3rd house ruler in the 5th house

The 3rd house and Mercury represent social media and the 5th house represents attention/spotlight. This can indicate gaining lots of attention on social media more easily than others

Their 3rd house sign is Cancer (ruled by the Moon) and their Moon is in the 5th house

Ex: Addison Rae

☆. ┊Fame Degrees 11°, 17°, and 28°

Neptune at 11° (the internet fame degree) can cause many people on the internet to find you creative and be inspired by you. It can also cause people on the internet to find you very attractive. This is a big indication of fame in general as well; Ex: Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift

Pluto at 17° is a big indication of fame since 17 in numerology rules over fame and Pluto represents power; Ex: The Weeknd

Moon at 28° not only indicates wealth but also is a household name degree; Ex: Kim Kardashian

Small Differences in their charts that have a big impact

Nick is the only one who has a different ascendant degree than the others. His rising degree is at 7° while Matt and Chris’ rising degree is at 8°. If you aren’t familiar with degrees click here but basically 7° is a libra degree and 8° is a scorpio degree. Your rising degree can have a huge impact on your identity, personality, mannerisms, and appearance. Libra is ruled by the planet Venus which is the planet of femininity and Nick is the most feminine one out of all of them. Some say Libra placements/degrees can also be an indication of being a part of the LGBTQ+ community and from what I’ve seen in peoples charts I do personally agree that it can be an indication

Chris is the only one that has a different Midheaven degree than the others. His MC degree is at 21° while Nick and Matt’s are at 20°. This can affect the way the public views Chris a lot differently than Matt or Nick. It can also affect Chris’ purpose in his career compared to the other two

Their Asc Persona Charts

TW: Weight

Even with their birth times all one minute apart they still have entirely different ascendant persona charts -> more about pc’s which can give them all entirely different personas and can make their appearance slightly different

Ex 1: Nick has Jupiter in the 1st house in his Ascendant Persona Chart. Jupiter can represent abundance and the 1st house represent the physical body. They’ve said before that Nick weighs 20 pounds more than Chris and Matt

More Observations

✧. ┊Saturn in the 3rd house

Your Saturn placement is an underrated place to check for insight on your career/s because Saturn rules over work. With there’s being in the 3rd house it makes sense cuz that’s the house that rules over social media and they’re YouTubers/Tiktokers

✧. ┊Neptune square Ascendant

This aspect can cause people to copy you and as you may know there’s lots of people that try to copy their videos and the things they say (ex: shebami and his friends). This is because Neptune rules over mirroring and idealization while the Ascendant represents your identity/self. It makes others want to be you and mirror you

✧. ┊Mercury conjunct Jupiter

This can indicate being very funny since Mercury represents humor and Jupiter represents comedy. It indicates being successful through social media as well

✧. ┊Astrocartography Lines through Los Angeles

In their astrocartography map they have both a north node square as line and jupiter line through LA which I’ve found are common in charts of people who are famous

If you’d like me to read your chart click here

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[3000yearsunderground]

Music that makes me want to kill myself that people really like for some reason

Anyone is welcome to add but im tagging @bratzgrrrl because we talked about this.

The Gorillaz

MCR

Taylor Swift

Jack Stauber

Billie Eyelash

Chappell Roan

Sewerslvt

Machine Girl

JPEGMAFIA

Green Day

Car Seat Headrest

Death Grips

Magdalena Bay

Charli XCX

Mindless Self Indulgence

Thundercat

Tame Impala

Passionpit

Vampire Weekend

Toro y Moi

Frank Sinatra

Glass Animals

The White Stripes

Juice WRLD

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

Ella Fitzgerald

Ween

Weezer

Kero Kero Bonito

Smash Mouth

Nirvana

Modest Mouse

Alice in Chains

Tyler the Creator

Madvillian

The Weeknd

Kanye West

Queen

Sabrina Carpenter

Primus

Van Halen

Deftones

Laura Les

John Lennon

100 gecs

Paramore

Misfits

Nine Inch Nails

Prince

Amy Winehouse

Doja Cat

Rob Zombie

Kikuo

All vocaloid music

Any citypop artist

Cavetown

Mother Mother

Jimi Hendrix

$uicideboy$

MF DOOM

Drake

Eminem

Oingo Boingo

Molchat Doma

Playboy Carti

BROCKHAMPTON

Sublime

Twenty One Pilots

Panic! At The Disco

System of a Down

Odd Future

Metallica

Mac DeMarco

Iron Maiden

Foo Fighters

Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Hootie and the Blowfish

Elton John

Bon Jovi

Arctic Monkeys

Slowdive

Sufjan Stevens

Toby Fox

TV Girl

Journey

Daft Punk

Insane Clown Posse

Limp Bizkit

Luci4

2hollis

They Might Be Giants

Electric Light Orchestra

Phil Collins

The Killers

Genesis

Styx

Bruno Mars

King Crimson

Foster The People

Hozier

Arianka Grande

Aerosmith

Lin Manuel Miranda

Halsey

Good Charlotte

Childish Gambino (Donald Glover)

The Strokes

TOTO

Billy Joel

Joy Division

Yves Tumor

Panchiko

Animal Collective

Yo La Tengo

Belle and Sebastian

The Smashing Pumpkins

boâ

jschlatt (or any youtuber that makes music...that's what the point of the mask is)

Steve Lacy

Clairo

MGMT

A$AP ROCKY

Trey Parker and Matt Stone

The Cure

The Rolling Stones

Elvis Presley

bo en

Sade

American Football

Frank Ocean

my bloody valentine

Neil Diamond

John Williams

Eagles

Oasis

George Gershwin

Pixies

Earl Sweatshirt

Freddie Dredd

Mort Garson

PilotRedSon

Echo & the Bunnymen

Rage Against the Machine

Kansas

Cage the Elephant

Beastie Boys

The Who

Skrillex

Filthy Frank (AKA Joji)

Maroon 5

Alex G

Boston

Van Halen

Caravan Palace

AC DC

Alice Cooper

Mac Miller

Kendrick Lamar (he's not safe either)

Conan Grey

Olivia Rodrigo

Johnny Cash

ABBA

Sam Smith

Imogen Heap

Oliver Tree

Kiss

Blank Banshee

Harry Styles

nelward

Charlie Puth

Lil Nas X

Poppy

Neutral Milk Hotel

Imagine Dragons

Troye Sivan

WILLOW

Ed Sheeran

Melanie Martinez

DaBaby

A Flock of Seagulls

Led Zeppelin

Dula Peep

Caroline Polachek

The Neighborhood

Future

The Lumineers

Madonna

Barenaked Ladiea

Fleet Foxes

SZA

Mitski

Kali Uchis

Megan Thee Stallion

George Micheal

Tears for Fears

Adele

Travis Scott

Radiohead

Bladee

Pet Shop Boys

Bad Bunny

Bella Poarch

Jack Harlow

BTS

BLACKPINK

Peter Gabriel

NewJeans

Camilla Cabello

Addison Rae

The Police

Shawn Mendes

PinkPantheress (her mother Janet Jackson will NOT be gracing this list ❤️)

LE SSERAFIM

Eric Clapton

Ecco2k

Daniel Caesar

Wicked Soundtrack

aespa

Post Malone

Evanescence

XXXTENTACION

Lil Yachty

Rina Sawayama

Avicii

Kim Petras

Blondie

Rex Orange County

Lorde

Lizzo

Frou Frou

Bruce Springsteen

Tally Hall

Daryl Hall and John Oates

The Mountain Goats

Violent Femmes

The Decemberists

Sex Pistols

Wheatus

blink-182

girl in red

Pierce the Veil

The Frontbottoms

The Chicks

Marina and the Diamonds

PJ Harvey

Grimes

Two Door Cinema Club

Sky Ferreira

Bastille

Unknown Mortal Orchestra

The 1975

The Chainsmokers

Lana Del Rey

Kenny G

Doechii

[ometochtli2rabbit]

MAYA:

13.0.12.12.2

ox[3] IK'|IQ' [wind] - ge[0] SEK [death]

galactic tone: action / rhythm

sun sign: WIND| hummingbird/white/north

send communications of all kinds

NAHUA:

yei[3] - EHECATL [wind]

Chalchihuitlicue | Quetzalcoatl

huactli [falcon]

lord of the night: Chalchihuitlicue

trecena [3]: Huehuecoyotl

x: caxtolli-nahui[19] - teotleco

"Scholastica (Bad Dream)", M.C. Escher, 1931.

"Bad Habits Facing West", Lisa Yuskavage, 2000.

Day Ehecatl (Wind, known as Ik in Maya) is governed by Quetzalcoatl as its provider of tonalli (Shadow Soul) life energy. Ehecatl is a bad day for working with others. Its influences are inconstant and vain. A good day to root out bad habits.

-www.azteccalendar.com

Since today is a good day for getting rid of habits, songs and bands that feature the word BAD (again) [I did this word last month]:

LL Cool J: I'm Bad

Mary J. Blige: I Can Do Bad All by Myself

Erykah Badu: On and On

Steve Lacy: Bad Habit

Billie Eilish: bad guy & Bad Company

Nas: All Bad

Olivia Rodrigo: vampire

Bad Brains: Attitude

Ariana Grande, Normani & Nicki Minaj: Bad to You

Nicki Minaj: Baddest B*tch & Feeling Myself (ft. Beyonce)

Beyonce: Hold Up

The Beach Boys: Wendy & Celebrate the News

Addison Rae: I Got it Bad

Cardi B: Money

Tate McRae: she's all i wanna be

Demi Lovato: Sorry Not Sorry

Taylor Swift: 22 & Look What You Made Me Do

Lizzo: Truth Hurts

Meatloaf: Two Outta Three Ain't Bad

Miley Cyrus: Bad Mood

Doja Cat: Say So

Badfinger: Baby Blue

Rina Sawayama: Bad Friend

AC/DC: Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be

Ella Mai: Good Bad

Korn: Make Me Bad

P!nk: Dear Diary

Bloodhound Gang: The Bad Touch

Megan thee Stallion: HISS

The Melvins: A History of Bad Men

ABBA: Hole in Your Soul

U2: Bad

Arctic Monkeys: The Bad Thing

Merle Haggard: It's Not Love (But It's Not Bad)

Aerosmith: Falling in Love (is Hard on the Knees)

The Offspring: I Want You Bad

Cher: Bad Love

The Rolling Stones: Everybody Needs Somebody to Love

Luther Vandross: Bad Boy/Having a Party

Elton John: Bad Side of the Moon

Barbra Streisand: Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Kris Kristofferson: In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)

Stevie Wonder: Superstition

Johnny Cash: Oh, What a Good Thing We Had

Elvis Presley: For Ol' Times Sake

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: O Wow Wow

NWA: Straight Outta Compton

Billy Joel: Vienna

Whitney Houston: Why Does It Hurt So Bad

Michael Jackson: 2 Bad & Off the Wall

Nirvana: Stain

Ella Fitzgerald: I Got it Bad

The Beatles: Misery & She Loves You

Paul McCartney: Used to be Bad [HBD Paul!!!]

[funstyle]

Addison rae has no elvis in her

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Top of the List [Part Three]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Jessie Goodwin, Lisa Marie Presley, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Jerry Schilling, Marci Cunningham, Colonel Parker [Mentioned], Joe Goodwin

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2798 of 9639

Summary: When you’re a kid writing a Christmas list is simple; toys and lots of them. As you get older however the wishes start to change and with a life as complicated as the Goodwin-Presleys those wants aren’t always easy to come by. For Addison it’s a family. For Jess answers. And for Elvis, well, as long as he’s got his girls he doesn’t have to wish for a damn thing.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Sex, Penatrative Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Handjobs, Morning Sex, Mentions of Death, Grief, Grieving, Absent Father, Single Parent, Working Parent, Christmas Day, Secrets, Festive Period, Teen Angst, Moods, Fingering, Christmas Morning, Kids on Christmas, Magic of Christmas

Notes: Okay so I’d been planning these as two separate fics but I decided to put them together because they parallel each other so well. All of them wanting something etc etc

I did want to make it sorta ghosts of Christmas past, present and future but working out the timelines of how to establish everything was too hard.

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

ELVIS & ADDISON MASTERPOST  //  TAG LIST

Elvis was a deep sleeper; he always had been, even as a kid, as evidenced by the fact he’d used to have to spend every night in his parents bed to stop him from wandering off, deep in slumber and unawakenable to the outside world. So the thud of the padded door hitting his bedroom wall must’ve had quite some force on it because it was enough to pull him from sleep immediately, as was the caterwaul of his youngest daughter as she announced it was Christmas to the room before immediately appearing in front of him, a flurry of red pyjamas and blonde locks as she clambered on the bed.

‘It’s Christmas!’ she shouted, her blue eyes wide and bright as she clambered on him, her little limbs surprisingly pointy as they pierced his torso through the comforter.

‘Ya don’t say,’ Elvis chuckled, pulling her to slip in beside him and Addison, who was now stirring from sleep herself, a smile on her face and her eyes bleary.

‘I tried keeping her entertained as long as I could,’ his other daughter, Jess, said, appearing in a less chaotic fashion as she perched herself on the bed by his feet.

‘It’s okay,’ Elvis said, ‘Merry Christmas honey.’

‘Merry Christmas,’ Jess smiled, ‘Merry Christmas mom.’

‘Merry Christmas baby,’ Addison yawned, though the holiday greeting she’d had locked and loaded for her husband, who was watching her with a smile, was abruptly ripped away as Lisa decided they’d spent far too much time chatting about trivial things and instead attempted to steer them back to the crux of the issue.

'Addie, guess what?’ she said, looking up at her stepmother with a beaming smile.

‘What sweetie?’ Addison said.

‘Santa left me a stocking full of stuff by my bed! Jessie too!’ Lisa beamed.

‘Really? Wow!’ Addison smiled.

‘Is that why you’ve already got chocolate around your mouth buttonhead?’ Elvis chuckled, swiping at the corners of her lips with his thumb, though she fended him off pulling out from his grasp until she was beside her sister, where Jess remained calm and collected, Lisa stayed on her knees like a runner at the starting piston, ready to take off just as soon as the gun went off.

‘Did you guys open your stockings then?’ Addison asked, shifting towards Elvis now that there was a gap between them, his warmth inviting even though it couldn’t be any cooler than forty degrees outside.

‘Yeah, Santa really went all out this year, huh?’ Jess said quirking an eyebrow at her mother who rolled her eyes.

‘Yeah, those elves must’ve been worked to the bone, right E?’ Addison said with a giggle. Elvis shrugged, ‘what can I say? Santa’s obviously seen just how good you kids have been this year.’

‘Well you can’t argue with that right mom,’ Jess giggled.

‘Try arguing with him when he’s got his chequebook out,’ Addison said.

‘If anyone can it’s you,’ Elvis whispered in her ear, his thumb dancing underneath the t-shirt she was wearing, the soft skin of her waist warm against his hand.

‘Have you and daddy not been good?’ Lisa said, again seemingly unbothered by the topic of conversation, her mind elsewhere as she scanned the room, looking for something.

‘What do you mean baby?’ Elvis asked.

‘You and Addie didn’t get stockings,’ she said, looking at them with wide-eyed worry.

‘That’s cos theirs are downstairs remember,’ Jess said, vanquishing the worry from her sister’s eyes as she touched her shoulder gently.

'Yeah, me and your daddy left ours by the fire place,’ Addison said.

‘Oh yeah, they’re with the other presents,’ Lisa said, realisation settling her apparent nerves though they mounted again as Elvis’ face fell into an expression of suspicion, his eyes narrowing as he said, ‘and just how do you know there’s other presents?’

‘We...uh don’t,’ Lisa said, her little face just as embarrassed as her sister sitting next to her though distinctly more worried.

‘C'mon now Yisa, ya ain’t gonna lie to your daddy on Christmas now are you,’ Elvis said sternly.

Addison watched as her little face grew panicked and was half inclined to put her out of her misery, her young mind no doubt panicking she’d found herself where no kid wanted to be on Christmas morning, in trouble, but Elvis seemed to be in a jovial mood and as always when he was happy he liked to tease.

‘I’m not lying!' Lisa protested, genuine worry brooding behind her cute features as she doubled down on her fib. Fortunately for Addison though Jess intervened before the pair of them could go too far as she said, ‘it’s not her fault. It’s mine but we just had a peep.’

‘Jessie Jo!’ Addison giggled.

‘Hey I kept her from opening them at least!’ Jess protested.

‘We did read all the tags though! The biggest ones for me!’ Lisa giggled, making Elvis chuckle.

‘And here I was thinking you might be too old for all this Christmas excitement,’ Addison mused.

‘Never too old right sweetheart,’ Elvis said, nudging her with his foot as she rolled her eyes.

‘Well we might all be too old if we stay up here any longer,’ Addison said, leaning up from where she was nestled against Elvis, ‘go on. You guys head downstairs; we’ll be down in a minute.’

Lisa didn’t need telling twice and took off like a speeding bullet, heading to the door with Jess following quietly behind her. Addison rubbed her eyes as they left her, all the excitement having zapped her of the little energy she’d accrued between now and two am when she and Elvis had finally gotten to bed, more excited than the kids as they spent the night putting presents under the tree and eating Santa’s cookies. Her past Christmases had never been bad. She’d always tried her hardest to make Jess’ Christmases magical, but she couldn’t deny that this one felt different. She’d enjoyed not having to worry about the cost of things as they picked out presents for the girls. She’d liked watching Elvis and the girls cuddle on the couch watching endless holiday movies. She’d enjoyed telling him about their past Christmases, even showing him a stack of photos she’d crammed in one of the countless boxes they’d yet to unpack from the old house. And most of all she’d enjoyed that there’d been no rush to any of it. There’d been no worry or stress to any of it because as of the twentieth of December Elvis was a free man. They’d be heading into 1974 free of the Colonel. Free of ties and commitments. Free to be a family.

‘Don’t be too long you two,’ Jess said as she got to the door, eyeing her parents though she knew it was probably fruitless. As much as she loved him she’d come to find out that everything at Graceland moved at Elvis’ pace and as he eyed her mother adoringly she figured they’d not be in as much of a hurry as her sister had been to get downstairs.  

‘We won’t,’ Elvis said as she shuffled out the door, calling to her before she disappeared, ‘hey why don’t ya go and wake Uncle Jer up!’

As the door clicked closed he sat up, placing a kiss on his wife to be’s forehead as he mumbled, ‘merry Christmas.’

‘Merry Christmas,’ Addison smiled against his neck, pulling back to find him watching her with a matching grin.

‘How long do you think we have before they get too excited and open them all?’ Elvis mused.

‘I’m surprised they’ve held off this long,’ Addison giggled.

‘Well we can thank Jess for that,’ he teased, ‘keeping everyone in line. She’s a mini you.’

‘Oh I don’t know five-year-old Jess would’ve given Lisa a run for her money,’ Addison mused, running her fingers along his jaw until her hand settled at the nape of his neck, teasing the hair that danced along it, well due a trim, though she quite liked the bit of length to it now that she’d become acclimatised to it.

‘That so,’ Elvis mused, leaning in till their noses were touching before he captured her lips softly in his. It was gentle at first, the pair of them too tired for a frantic rush of lust but there was a definite force to his movements as he pushed her back draping himself over her as he kissed her deeply.

‘Elvis,’ she whispered breathily as they came up for air, the throb in her core almost painful as his hand trailed down her torso, his thumb teasing her hardened nipple through the cotton of her shirt.

‘What?’ he breathed, a teasing smile back on his face.

‘We haven’t time,’ she whispered, the sounds of the kids downstairs somehow louder now that she thought about it.

‘The hell we ain’t,’ Elvis said, kissing her again as he palmed at her, his fingers dancing underneath the cotton of her shirt, teasing along the waistband of her pants.

‘Everyone’s…gonna…be waiting,’ she protested, her words punctuated by heavy breaths as his mouth migrated down her jaw, nipping and sucking along her neck as his fingers breached her pants, teasing through her slick slowly.

‘Let ‘em,’ he grunted, moving his hips against her thigh in the desperate need for some friction against his rigid cock.

‘And when the kids come barging in?’ Addison asked, trying to keep a level head though that thought was quickly snatched away as the fingers that had been teasing her breached her entrance, going deeper than expected given that the chunky rings she’d become used to were gathered on the nightstand beside them, not that her body gave little resistance anyway, ‘oh fuck.’

‘See,’ Elvis groaned, ‘besides that’s what Uncle Jer is for.’

She was panting now, grinding her hips against his hand in a way he envied, given that the silk of his pants was barely giving him any sensation. Not what he was craving at least.

‘C’mon,’ he said, peppering kisses along her jawline. He knew if he could get her out of her head, if he could make her feel good enough she’d yield to him. This was their first Christmas together, properly together. There was no worries, no impending doom, just them and their girls. And though he’d loved spending time with the girls and seeing their little faces light up with the holiday spirit, he’d loved having Addison to himself too. He knew it was probably not the time. That they should’ve headed downstairs to where the kids were waiting, Lisa no doubt bouncing off the walls with excitement, hauling everyone out of bed so that they were up and ready for when the pair of them decided to go downstairs, but he couldn’t help himself. They’d been too tired to even contemplate anything as they fell into bed last night and they’d no doubt get no time together throughout the day given that Addison had a way of being needed by everyone that rivalled even his penchant for commanding attention. So whilst they had time to breathe he was going to indulge, it was Christmas after all.

‘Five minutes,’ he said, smiling against her skin as he felt her crack an eye open.

‘That all it takes ya these days?’ she teased as he pulled back, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. She was teasing him, which was foolish really given the whimper he emitted from her lips as his fingers curled against her, ‘I’d say I’d need less than five.’

‘Fuck Elvis,’ she whimpered, her fingers knotting in his hair as he moved quicker against her, allowing her to grind against the heel of his hand, the pressure against her clit making her offer breathy moans out to the room before she stifled them by kissing him.

‘Oh God,’ she panted, any thought of the kids gone as she chased a high she hadn’t even been thinking about ten minutes ago.

‘That’s it baby,’ he encouraged, careful not to change anything should it steal the moment from her.

‘Right there,’ she said before she squoze her thighs together, trembling around his trapped hand as she came undone beneath him. He waited for those hazel eyes to find him, hooded and lustful, before they came down from the high she’d been on, ready for more. And like his daughter, Elvis didn’t need to be told twice. He was careful not to be too obvious; should the kids come running back upstairs he didn’t want to scar them for life, so it only took some quick manoeuvring—rolling her onto her side and removing impeding clothing—before he was buried to the hilt, the relief he’d been craving better than he could’ve imagined. If he’d had the time he would’ve gone slower, worshipping every inch of her body like she deserved, but like a kid on Christmas he was too excited to wait for his present. Addison seemed to be feeling the same, grinding back against him to take him deeper before she moved his touch to her chest, enjoying the way that even her sizable breast felt small in his large hand.

‘Oh God Addie,’ Elvis grunted weakly, resting his forehead between her shoulder blades, the cotton of her t-shirt absorbing the gathered perspiration on his brow.

‘I’m close,’ she whispered, rolling her eyes as he smirked against her and mumbled, ‘and you thought five minutes was too long.’

‘Shut up,’ she panted, unable to stop her walls from clenching around him as she thought of the smug smile on his face.

‘Wait for me,’ Elvis said, feeling her teeter on the edge he wasn’t quite up to yet, his hips snapping faster and deeper as he hurried towards the precipice.

‘Elvis,’ she groaned.

‘M’right here baby,’ he grunted, ‘right here.’

‘Fuck,’ she cried, locking around him as she came, trembling once again on his cock.

‘Addie,’ he groaned.

‘I got you,’ she turning her head so that she could press a kiss to his temple, which seemed to be the thing that got him over that edge, white hot pleasure running down his spine as he spilled into her, their gathered expenditure seeping out between them as his hips faltered in rhythm, his cock slipping out of her in the process. She didn’t seem to care though; in fact, she took his hand from her chest, holding it to her cheek as she peppered kisses along it, ignoring the taste of herself on her lips. They were quiet for a moment, catching their breath before she moved, rolling onto her back so she could see him properly, keeping hold of his hand as she did. Elvis pressed his forehead to her temple, closing his eyes as he enjoyed lying there knowing that it was only going to be short-lived.

‘Nine minutes and thirty-four seconds,’ she said, making him open his eyes and catch her watching the clock behind him.

‘Well maybe I was being overly ambitious,’ he mused, kissing her cheek softly.

‘You know if you needed me to buy you a watch for Christmas I would’ve,’ she giggled.

‘Don’t need a watch,’ he mumbled, ‘I’ve got all I need.’

‘Is that right?’ she mused.

‘Mmmhmmm,’ Elvis said.

‘You old softy,’ she smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Elvis flopped back, whatever energy he’d been blessed with dipping as he thought about having to get out of bed and how he’d have to summon a level of excitement he didn’t feel he had in him anymore given he’d already had his fill of excitement for the day. Addison however wasn’t on his wavelength, whatever job he’d done at getting her out of her head now ruined as the sounds of people below wafted upstairs.

‘Now c’mon,’ she said, pushing the covers back and leaving him far too exposed for his liking, which he evidenced with a grumble she ignored as she continued, ‘if Lisa’s anything like Jess we’ve got about two minutes to clean up before she storms back in here.’

‘I could do a lot in two minutes,’ Elvis countered, though his quip was ignored as Addison clambered out of bed, heading towards the bathroom as he flopped back, closing his eyes as he tried to muster the energy to follow her. Though as he heard her humming to herself and the sounds of the shower coming to life as she disappeared into the bathroom, he smiled. She’d given him what he wanted, what he needed, and it hadn’t even gone seven o’clock yet. He could get through the day, for her, for his girls.

He just hoped that the excitement of the morning would be enough of a distraction to keep the girls from asking why they were now in different pyjamas.  

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Ivan “Volk” Katerzhnik

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A peaceful soviet pilot who crashed after flying through a storm and somehow ended up in New Mexico rather that anywhere near Europe. Pretty much godly when it comes to communications as he is the one to come to if you had technical problems or needed a message sent off through morse or radio. I’ve done some good research on USSR in 1960s/1970s to be able to comply somewhat with what tech and knowledge existed then.

Here goes; He flew a Tupolev Tu-95 plane (a fascinating beast, truly) which bares bombs and missiles and yet after a mistakenly taken dosage of amphetamine, after taking inspiration from British/American soldiers using it to boost moral and altertness, caused a buffer between logic/reality and delusional thinking of following orders, which allowed him to blindly fly from a runway in Khabarovski krai (beside the sea of Okhotsk), before being forced to crash land by a storm in New Mexico, where after taking a good 17 hour Power Nap, ventured the land with aloofness and nonchalantness and finding the RED base. There, he managed to recognise Ludwig as a medical personal and insisted he get treated for injuries, all the while speaking in the common broken English/Russian that many Eastern Europeans bare with phrases like “Amerika, da! Kennedy, Elvis Presley!” and has limited yet basic conversational knowledge on Czech, German, and polish. Greatly fluent in Russian.

Ludwig had taken him in and for the price of just occasionally being helpful let him stay until he figures out how to return to his own base. Unattached, very limited family connections before he even flew, and laughs at the concept of a relationship that isn’t strictly professional. Aroace before the term even was coined. Very docile when it comes to being questioned and happily complied with initial allegations and requests despite a language barrier. Is surprisingly hyper aware of his surroundings and has a good grasp on the moral dilemma of war but also an insatiable appetite for confrontation and blood, and despite not liking violence, can handle a gun, blade, or explosives with a steady hand. Speaks a lot with hand gestures and isn’t afraid to be a bit strange, and most notable of a hobby is going out early dawn and late dusk to enjoy the rays of sun, take some fresh air, and at times go for a walk in the wilderness. Has disappeared without a trace multiple times before venturing his way back.

Good relationship with most the REDs, albeit doesn’t take them seriously apart from Engineer and Medic - who he also sometimes helps with work. Doesn’t like to be limited with rules but respects the set basis of don’t be an asshole even if he makes harsh remarks at times without really noticing it. Can uphold a certain level of banter in English, but it is very bare bone and his knowledge of words is primarily based around technical terms so he could translate “Вам ни холодно?» (are you not cold?) into “Your system froze?” while gesturing to their body.

Wears an aviator’s jacket with sheep wool lining, a watch by the brand “Kosmos”, has a busted up metal flask which he usually had a bit of whiskey in - in a (handmade by a long gone friend) leather casing with an intricate soviet symbol and pattern on it, some basic military brown/gray trousers, a dusty pecan coloured messenger bag, a muskrat ushanka (it fits his head properly I just like to draw it in a stylised manner), and some basic black soviet combat boots.

He doesn’t really care for branding but knows random American things through cultural osmosis and exposure via his friend back in fatherland who is obsessed with ‘western’ media and food. Has seen a few American movies (don’t ask how his friend obtained it.. it wasn’t legal) and his favourite one is “North to Alaska”! He has zero interest in politics and a lack of understanding in certain aspects of life that may be important (for example battle tactics) but is ready to follow orders and make his own decisions based on prior experiences should he have to. Considers himself a patriot although knows very little about his own country, mainly the goings on in his hometown that shall stay unnamed. Loved the radio station Mayak and the song “Moscow Nights” practically runs through his veins.

He just is overall chill, acts more or so like a child, yet understands and does things with the precision of a marksman. Has managed to tame a lynx cub once, well.. prior to it then mauling him. But his arm had a cool scar on it because of that! Within the lore though is more or less a helping hand towards the respawn machine and keeps the others company, as despite technically being able to return home, his superior ordered that he’d send out a message should he return from missions - and although this would be an emergency not a mission, he doesn’t want to risk being lost in Siberian wilderness should he go unguided or disrespect his fellow companion.

Is trying to find his plane that he’d abandoned in some forest and scowered the place by foot for nearly a week, and once he managed to eventually find it, a good refuel and he’ll be sent off. That is.. if they manage to find it at all. And he is concrete and set about doing so and not just finding some other way about this because of a deep love and connection to the plane he so dearly piloted for nearly a decade.

Overall is a very laidback individual, physically and emotionally strong ‘n capable, loves music and often spends his free time listening to whatever the radio has to offer - and although he missed his usual Muslim Magomaev, Эдита Пьеха, or Я хожу по Москве, he still managed to enjoy the American tunes and sometimes hums Elvis Presley’s “it’s now or never”. Really love him and I hope you do too.. :,)

Addison Pavone, Scout

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Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, Adds is as… well, decent a mercenary as you could ever ask for. Fast-moving, fast-talking, and relentlessly annoying, she's run jobs for TF Industries as Team Bunker's Scout for years now. Yes, that's right! Bunker! My fanteam! She’s not some no-name Fortress punk scraped from the bottom of the barrel, no, she's a no-name punk from the upper dregs of the barrel! Just as disposable as Fortress’ no-name punks, though, which is made abundantly clear when Bunker is contracted out to both Redmond and Blutarch Mann in order to finally take care of their blasted brother's mercenaries. Fortunately(?), Addison and her petty rivalry against Scout is one of several spanners in the works that sends this whole scheme flying off the rails and directly into Hell. I love her. I hope you love (or at least tolerate) her as well.

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I mean Im not the biggest fan of JE but lets not put him on the same level as addison rae and harry styles, JE is at least better than that there is no need to be that harsh 😭😭😭

though JE is lucky that he is working with these great directors and actors b/c you learn from them and grow as an actor. Im not sure I agree with you about JE height being distracting while tall actors are rare alot of old hollywood burt lancaster, clint eastwood, jeff goldblum, cary grant, rock hudson, gregory peck were as tall if not taller than JE all of which were able to carve out incredible careers and I never found their height tp be distracting at all.

The difference of course being JE has zero personality and doesnt have the acting chops nor charisma of any of those actors I mentioned

( though to be fair the no one in this acting generation even comes close to any of those names tbh)

Oh gosh not Harry Styles 😩😭😭 Lol I'm still recovering from DWD rofl. Who's idea was it to pair him up with thee Florence Pugh? 😅 She acted circles around him lol.

Anyway, with the height thing, it CAN be distracting when the rest of the cast around you isn't near your height, or you're playing a certain role. It's the same thing with being really short. It can be distracting as well. Anything that is out of the "norm" can be distracting onscreen.

I was mainly talking about the role JE was playing. Elvis was NOT 6'5, and so yea, it was distracting lol 😆 Plus, you add in that Cailee is like 3 inches shorter than the REAL Priscilla, and the pairing just seems odd. 👀 Especially when you know what the real couple used to look like.

JE also looks out of place paying a teenage high-schooler in EU. 👀

Now if he were playing a superhero or James Bond, or Frankenstein for example lol, his height won't be a problem or that distracting onscreen.

I'm just saying, that a lot of casting directors don't want things that are TOO extreme, because then, it can distract ppl onscreen. You can even be TOO good-looking onscreen and it can be a distraction because people don't take you seriously in your role coz you're too good looking for the role

The actors you mentioned above weren't usually playing teenagers in high school either lol 😆

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Chapter 09 - Torn and Frayed

Addison yawns as she climbs out of the Impala. Dean had driven nonstop to Sam’s motel room in Kermit. She didn’t know what had transpired while she had been asleep, only that Dean said that they were going to tell Sam what happened to Martin. Dean steps in front of her before they reach the motel room. “Let me do the talking,” Dean quietly tells her.

“Dean,” Addison begins.

“Addison, just this once let me do all the talking. In fact, you should stay in the Impala.”

Normally, Addison would argue with him. She hated being left behind. But Dean never called her by her full name, unless he was annoyed with her. There was something in his eyes, that was asking her to stay back. She nods. Addison climbs into the Impala and watches as Dean walks up to Sam’s motel room. She grabs a book out of her bag and a flashlight.

A short while later, Dean climbs back into the Impala and they’re speeding off into the night. Addison doesn’t look up from the pages detailing Claire Fraser’s attempt to get Jamie Fraser of out of a French prison. “Benny saved my life,” she softly says, breaking the silence that had settled over them. “Benny saved my life and helped us get home. Sam…Sam is family. I mean, you two have literally been to Hell for each other.”

Dean glances at her. “I know.”

Addison finally looks up from her book. “Then why are you letting Sam be pissed at you for something I did?”

“Because I would’ve done the same exact thing.”

Addison sets her book and flashlight down. She slides across the seat. He drapes an arm over her shoulder and a comfortable silence settles down over them as the Impala speeds down the dark highway.

~*~

A buzzing noise tears Addison’s attention from the battle of Culloden. She looks over to her right and finds her phone buzzing on the nightstand. Sam’s name was flashing across the screen. She sits up and grabs her phone. “Sam,” she cautiously greets. She wasn’t sure if Sam was calling to argue with her or not.

“You and Dean are married,” Sam angrily says.

Addison humorlessly laughs. “That’s not funny, Sam. Look, I know that you’re not happy about the whole thing with Benny—”

“Dean keeps your marriage license in the bottom of his toolbox,” Sam coldly interrupts. Addison freezes. He was being serious. “There’s a false bottom. That’s where it is.”

Sam hangs up and Addison stares at her phone. She glances in the direction of the bathroom, where Dean was in the shower. She bites her lip. There was only one way to know if Sam was telling the truth or not. Slipping on her Converses and grabbing the Impala’s keys off the small table, Addison makes her way outside.

Dean turns off the shower and steps out. He had been replying the argument he had with Sam. Before they had never let past or present relationships come in between them. But Sam had chosen Amelia over searching for him and Addison while they were in Purgatory. And Dean was choosing to put Addison first, to protect her. He grabs the towel and dries his face and hair off before wrapping it around his waist. He walks out of the bathroom and stops. His tools were spread out over the extra bed. Addison was sitting on their bed. She turns and he notices the paper in her hand. “Fucking Sam,” he mutters.

“This…this isn’t legal,” Addison states, voice trembling. “We…we were super drunk and an Elvis impersonator can’t legally marry us. You have to go to the county and do a shit ton of paper work.”

Dean sighs. “This one did.”

Addison stares at him. “What are you talking about? You said you talked to the guy and that he said it wasn’t legal.”

“I lied. This Elvis asshat worked for the county. When couples would go in, he would do an actual marriage license. Not some fake bullshit. The real deal.”

Addison buries her face in her hands. “Oh my god,” she mutters.

Dean sits down next to her. He gently pulls the license out of her hands and sets it on top of his tools. “Ads, it doesn’t change anything.”

“Dean, it changes everything,” Addison exclaims. 

Dean takes a deep breath. He hated the chick flick moments. “Doesn’t change how I feel. I love you. That’s all the matters.”

Addison stares at him. She sighs. “I just…we could been together this entire time and we weren’t. I just feel like an ass.”

Dean shrugs. “Timing wasn’t right. Now it’s right.”

She places a hand on his cheek, feeling the permanent five o’clock shadow he kept and softly kisses him. “I love you too. For the record, you owe me a honeymoon.”

~*~

Dean was asleep on the couch when Castiel appears in the living of Rufus’s cabin. Feeling someone else in the room, he wakes with a start. The beer in his hand spills. “Damn it, Cas,” he snaps, sitting up. He shakes the beer off of his hand and sits the bottle on the coffee table. “How many fucking times I got to tell you…it’s just creepy!”

Dean notices a piece of paper on the table. Went for run. Have phone. Ads.

“Dean, I need your help,” Castiel says. “The angel Samandirel—”

Dean frowns. “Sam—”

“He’s been taken.”

“You mean Alfie, the weiner on a stick kid?”

“Yes. I, uh, I heard his distress call this morning.”

“On what, angel radio? I thought you shut that down.”

“Well, my penance, it’s going well and I thought it was time to turn it back on. I’ve, uh, been helping people, Dean.”

“Well, good for you. All right. So, what snatched Heaven’s most adorable angel?”

“Crowley.”

Dean runs a hand over his face. “I’m listening.”

“Samandiriel is being held in the general vicinity of Hastings, Nebraska.”

Dean shoots the angel a disbelieving look. “The general vicinity? That’s all you got?”

“Yes, which is why I need your help. It seems this gonna involve...talking to people.”

“Come on, Cas, I thought you were a hunter now.”

“Well, I thought so too, but...It seems I - I lack a certain—”

“Skill?” Castiel nods. Dean grabs Addison’s laptop off the coffee table and opens it up. A gong noise comes from the speakers and he quickly slams it shut. He glances at the angel. “You saw nothing.” Dean opens the computer and covers the screen as he quickly minimizes the page. He opens up a new page. “All right. What am I looking for?”

“Well, when you torture an angel, it screams and that kind of pain, it creates a ripple effect of strange incidents,” Castiel explains. He looks around the cabin. “Where’s Sam?”

“Sam’s gone. It’s just me and Ads. It’s all right. We’ll, uh, find Alfie ourselves.”

The cabin door opens and Addison walks in. She looks between the angel and her husband. “I’ll get cleaned up and then someone can fill me in.”

~*~

Addison and Dean walk through the hospital, with Castiel following them, heading towards the room of a man who claimed that a bush talked to him before bursting into fire. Despite the fact that they were trying to find an angel, Addison’s mind was on the fact that her and Dean were actually married. Full blown legally married. And had been for such a long time. “Mr Hinckley,” Dean asks, knocking on the door frame of a room. Addison follows him into the room to see a man lying in the bed with his face burned and bandaged. “Hi, we’re from the, uh, Geneva Gazette. We wanted to ask you a few questions about your ambush.” Dean chuckles and Addison sends him an unamused look.

“Yeah, well, I’d laugh too if it didn’t feel like the sun just ate my face,” Mr. Hinckley replies.

“It’s a metaphor,” Castiel says from Dean’s other side.

Dean stares at the angel, then turns to Mr. Hinckley. “Sorry. Uh, now, in the police report it said that the, uh, the bush, it talked to you, yeah?

Mr. Hinckley sighs. “Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but, yeah.”

“When the bush spoke to you, Mr. Hinckley, what did it say,” Addison softly asks.

“No clue. Sounded like Klingon to me.”

“Can you tell us those exact words?”

“Are you serious?”

Addison smiles. “Very.”

Mr. Hinckley looks over to Dean. “As much as you can remember, Mr. Hinckley.”

Mr. Hinckley sighs once more. “Sounded something like…sol-voch. Yeah. Sol-voch-tay.”

“Thank you,” Addison tells him, then walks out of the room with Dean and Castiel behind her.

“Well, what do you think,” Dean asks Castiel as they head down the hospital hallway. “Mean anything to you?”

“Yes. It’s Enochian. It means obey,” Castiel explains.

“Obey what,” Addison questions.

“I don’t know. But the amount of pain an angel must be in not just to manifest through shrubbery but to burn…Dean…we have to find him before it’s too late.”

Dean exchanges a look with Addison. “Okay. Okay, well, look, a sign like that…Alfie can’t be too far, right? So, we’ll just start at the bush and work our way out.”

Castiel stares at him. “And look for what exactly? Crowley could have him anywhere.”

“Well, we if know Crowley,” Addison begins. "And we know, the place will be crawling with demons. So, maybe just we just drive until they pop out.”

~*~

Addison yawns as the Impala comes to a stop. Three homeless men were standing next to a gallon drum, warming their hands. “Wow, will you look at that,” Dean remarks, running a hand over his tired face. They had spent all day driving around, looking to see if Crowley’s demons would make an appearance. “Our ninth abandoned factory. Ain’t that America? Hey, what do you say, this doesn't pan out, we head back to that beer and bacon happy hour about a mile back, huh?”

“I could really go for a glass of wine,” Addison tells him. “So, no arguments from me.”

“Wait a minute, Dean. Those derelicts, they’re demons. I can see their true faces,” Castiel says.

Dean grabs the binoculars off the seat next to him. “Crowley’s got that many hell monkeys outside, he’s got to have at least double inside.”

“And angel warding. I can feel it."

“Well, you, me, Ads, and a demon knife ain’t gonna cut it.”

“Okay. I’ll get Sam.”

“No,” Dean snaps. “We don’t need Sam.”

“But you just said—”

“Look, if Sam wanted in, he’d be here, okay? I got a better idea.”

~*~

Dean’s idea was to pay a visit to Kevin, who was hiding out on Garth’s houseboat. Luckily, the drive wasn’t long. Addison looks around the houseboat. Pages were stuck to the walls. Symbols were painted all over the walls. “Slow read,” Dean asks.

Kevin was sitting at the table with the demon tablet and a notebook in front of him. “Slowest.”

Addison frowns. “Where’s Garth?”

“Supply run? I don’t know. Sort of lost track of when he comes and goes. You guys need help with something? I’m working here.”

“You look horrible,” Castiel states.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Dean nods in agreement. “He's right. Are you okay, Kevin?”

Kevin lets out an annoyed breath. “Fine,” he tells them. Addison exchanges a look with Dean. He was not fine. “I’m just…in them middle of this.”

“Are you having any luck,” Addison asks, walking over to the table. She looks between the demon tablet and Kevin's notebook.

“Interpreting half a demon tablet? No, I got nothing.”

“All right, well, buck up,” Dean tells him. “Cause, uh, we need some more of that demon TNT ASAP.”

Kevin looks between the three of them. “You used it all?!”

“Yeah, so let’s whip up another batch.”

“Sure. West Bank witch hazel, skull of an Egyptian calf, the tail of some random ass newt that may or may not be extinct—”

“Kevin,” Addison interrupts. “Look, we know that you can’t just buy the ingredients from Wal-Mart. Okay.”

“That’s just the first three ingredients.”

“Give me the list,” Castiel says. “I’ll get what we need.”

Dean smirks. “Huh.” Kevin stares at him for a moment, then walks over to the table and starts making the list for Castiel. Addison turns to Dean. “What?”

“I didn't say anything,” Addison counters.

“Bullshit. You gave me that look.”

“What look?”

“You-you know…the look.”

“No, I don’t.”

“The don’t-be-an-asshole look. I wasn’t being an asshole.” Addison stares at him. Dean throws his hands up and walks out of the houseboat.

Kevin hands the list toe Castiel and the angel vanishes with a flutter. Addison turns to the young prophet. "Get some rest,” she tells him.

~*~

Addison glances over the top of her book. Since Castiel left, she had grabbed her book from the Impala and became immersed in Claire leaving Jamie before the Battle of Culloden. “Dean, stop,” she tells him. “You're making me dizzy.”

Dean had taken to pacing around the houseboat. “I mean, come on. How long’s it take to get a calf skull from Egypt?” He walks over to Kevin, who had chosen to continue translating the demon tablet instead of getting the rest that Addison told him to get. Dean snaps his fingers next to Kevin's ear. Kevin had put on a pair of headphones while he was working. “Kevin. Kevin. You're mom’s hot. I’m serious, your mom is one sexy—”

“Dean,” Addison snaps. Her phone buzzes and she pulls it out of her pocket. Benny’s name was on the screen. Dean walks over and grabs the phone from her hand. “Dude!”

“I thought I told you to go underground,” Dean greets.

“I am so far underground, I’m breathing through a straw, brother,” Benny replies. “Uh, look, what happened with your friend Martin back there, it wasn’t supposed to go down that way.”

“I know. Your granddaughter told me.”

“Yeah. I hate to ask you and Addison for much else, but I don’t supposed there’s any change you’re anywhere near the Catskills?”

“We’re working a case on the other side of the country. Why? What’s up?”

Addison stands up and walks over to Dean. “Is Benny okay?”

“Yeah, just hitting a little rough patch, I guess. You know, doing this whole solo thing,” Benny tells him.

Dean sighs. “Benny, one day at a time, man.”

“You know what? Uh, a cup of coffee sure would do me good.”

Dean tightens his grip on Addison’s phone. He hoped that the vampire wasn’t talking about having some of Addison’s blood. “All right, as soon as I’m done with this case. I’ll, uh, I’ll be there, okay?”

“Yeah. All right, brother. Thank you.”

Dean hangs up and holds out the phone to Addison. “Is Benny okay,” she repeats, taking her phone from him.

“He’s fine,” Dean tells her, then walks over to Kevin. Addison’t didn’t believe him. Dean taps one of Kevin’s headphones. “Hey. Where is your mom?”

Kevin pulls his headphones down without looking up from the notebook. “Somewhere safe.”

“You kicked your mom to the curb?”

“She was too distracting. I couldn’t focus. The angels said I had to go to the desert to learn the word of God, all right. So…” Kevin motions around them. “This is my desert.”

Addison frowns. “Kevin, your mom is your mom.”

“I can’t enjoy a world I need to save, Addison. I can enjoy it when this is all over with. For right now…there’s nothing more important than this.”

~*~

Dean plops down next to Addison on what they both assumed was Kevin’s bed. He glances over her shoulder. “Why are you so obsessed with this book? It’s all you’ve been reading since we got back.” He leans in close. "Is it porn?”

Addison rolls her eyes. “No, it's not porn. It’s fiction. And it seemed fun to read…after being stuck in Purgatory for a year.”

“Yeah, reading about someone stuck in a different time period is fun after being stuck in Purgatory.”

“Yeah, well, at least Frank spent some time looking for Claire after she vanished. He didn’t just move on with his life immediately,” Addison snaps.

Dean sighs. “Ads, you gotta forgive Sam.”

“I already forgave Sam. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn't hurt. He thought we were dead, he moved on.” Addison sighs and closes her book. “Did you guys look for me when the Leviathan took me or did you just get lucky that Dick Roman happened to be where they took me?”

“Hey, I wanted to look for you. I did. But Sam said we couldn’t miss what might be our only shot at taking out Dick. And that you wouldn’t want us to miss it. I hated that he was right. But we got super fucking lucky on that.”

A flutter of wings echoes in the houseboat. Through neither Dean or Addison turn towards the angel. “I got what we need,” Castiel announces.

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Dean says, turning to the angel. He stares at Sam. “What's he doing here?”

“Don’t worry, Dean. Once we save Alfie, I’m out,” Sam responds.

Dean stands up. “Oh, once ‘we’ save Alfie. Don't hurt yourself, Sam. Cas, Ads, and I can handle it.”

“Not according to Cas.”

Dean glares at the angel. “I told you we don't need him.”

“We need everything, Dean. And I need both of you, as you say, to stow your crap,” Castiel argues. “Can you do that?”

The brothers exchange a look. “Well, this is going to be a lot of fun,” Addison mutters, standing up.

~*~

The Impala pulls up in front of the warehouse where Crowley and some demons are hiding out. “So, there are four main points of warding,” Castiel says. He was sitting in the backseat with Addison. Sam had taken his usual seat in the front. “North, south, east, and west. And four Enochian symbols like this…” Castiel grabs Sam’s hand and draws the symbol on his palm. “That you need to destroy before I can enter.”

“Okay, so, what? We go in, take care of the hell looks and you extract the angel,” Dean questions.

“Yes,” Castiel matter of factly answers. “After killing so many, I need to save at least this one.”

Sam nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Okay,” Dean says, pulling out the demon killing knife. “Let’s do this.”

“Wait. Here.” Castiel pulls out an angel blade and hands it to Sam. “This doesn’t just work on angels. It kills demons too.”

“Thanks, Cas,” Sam tells him.

“Hey, where’s my demon killing sword,” Addison asks, looking between the three men. The boys exchange a look while Castiel awkwardly shifts. Addison stares at the angel, waiting.

Castiel looks between the brothers, wondering what he should do. Dean shakes his head. “Dude, you got yourself in this mess,” he tells the angel.

Castiel shifts. “Maybe you should…” The angel trails off when Dean and Sam both start coughing. Dean subtle shakes his head, trying to help the angel out. “Maybe you should stay here, Addison. So you do not get hurt.”

Addison leans back against the seat and crosses her arms. She stares at Castiel. “And this is something you truly believe in, Castiel,” she asks. Dean winces. He recognized the tone she used very well. It was the one that said ‘you better rethink what you just said.’ He had been on the receiving end of it many times when Addison had first joined him and John on the road all those years ago. Through the thing that Dean couldn’t figure out was why Castiel was purposely excluding Addison now.

“Yes,” Castiel answers. “If you got hurt, then Dean would be more focused on helping you. And I can not have that right now.”

Addison stares at the angel. Dean and Sam exchange a look. They both knew that Castiel was going to be in the hot seat for a while over this. “You think that I’m going to get hurt,” Addison coldly asks. Sam shifts. Even without a soul, he had known that it was pointless to ask Addison to sit back.

“Yes,” Castiel answers, not picking up on her tone of voice. “Your, as you say, track record with getting hurt is immense. I can not have that right now.”

“Fine.” Addison crosses her arms over her chest. “I’ll stay here and wait.” Castiel climbs out of the Impala. She turns to the boys. “Go. I'll be fine here.”

Dean nor Sam say anything as they climb out of the Impala. Dean runs a hand over his face. “Well, seems like Cas replaced you on Ads’ shit list,” he tell his younger brother. Sam ignores him and follows after the angel. “Great.”

~*~

Addison watches as Castiel walks towards the Impala with Alfie leaning against him. She was still pissed at him. She didn’t understand why he would come up with a bullshit reason for her to stay behind. She only did it because of her own curiosity. She watches as the two angels exchange words. Then Castiel pulls out an angel blade and stabs Alfie. A bright white light emits from the angel. She ducks down, hoping that Castiel wouldn’t think to check on her. Addison glances up to see Castiel cradling Alfie’s body. She watches as Dean and Sam run up to the angel. “What the fuck is going on,” she mutters.

~*~

Addison watches as Sam paints Enochian symbols on the walls of Rufus’ cabin. They were to prevent angels from listening to or watching them. “Okay,” Sam says, finishing up a symbol. “That should do it. Cas can’t see or hear us now.”

“Cas killed Alfie,” Addison blurts out. She had kept what she saw to herself until it was safe to do so. The brothers stare at her. “I saw Cas pull out an angel blade and stab Alfie in the chest.”

“Okay,” Dean nods, believing her. The boys had come to the same conclusion after suspecting Cas of doing something to Alfie. “What the hell?”

Sam sighs. “I know.”

“I told you something was off with him since he got back from Purgatory.”

“So, what, you think someone’s messing with him or something?”

“Who would do that,” Addison questions.

“Angels,” Sam suggests.

“Why would the angels have him kill another angel,” Dean counters. Sam shrugs. Dean runs a hand over his face. “You know what, man. We got this. You go.”

Sam stares at his older brother. “What?”

“Don’t you have a girl to get back to?”

“Yeah. I guess I do. Um, since when are you on the Amelia bandwagon?”

Dean shrugs as he walks over to the fridge. “I don’t know. I’m just tired of all the fighting,” he answers, grabbing a beer. “And you know what, maybe I’m a little bit jealous. I could never separate myself from the job like you and Ads could. You have something that’s not connected to the job.”

“What, you being such a big hugger and all?” Sam sighs. “She does make me happy and she could be waiting for me if I went back. I’d be a very lucky man if she was. But now…with everything starting down at us, with all that’s left to be done…I don’t know.”

Dean glances at his younger brother. “Huh.”

“Yeah.”

Addison looks between them. “Well,” Dean begins. “I do know this, whatever you decide, decide now. Both feet in or both feet out. Anything in between is what gets you dead.”

“Yeah, I keep hearing that. I’m gonna…take a walk. Clear my head,” Sam tells them. They watch as he walks out of the cabin.

Addison walks over to her husband and wraps her arms around him. “One day we won’t be connected to the job,” she softly says. “We’ll have the crappy white picket fence and the soccer games on Saturday mornings.”

Dean sighs. “Ads—”

“Don’t. Just…let’s hold on to it.”

Dean presses a soft kiss to the top her head. “I need to call Benny and let him know that I’m not coming.”

Addison nods and watches as Dean walks to their claimed bedroom in the cabin. She lets out a soft sigh. She knew that no matter what Dean wouldn’t allow himself to be happy.

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