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Double Trouble (Yandere!Elvis and Jesse x Reader) Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 3.7k+

As tension grows in the International, y/n gains a lot more than she bargained for as her mundane life threatens to turn upside down. All it takes is a little push before things set off.

Warnings: dark content, mentions of misogyny, demonstrations of sexual assault If you are under 18, do not interact!

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“Y/n,” you heard your name faintly being called. Your eyes slowly opened and the room was dim again. You looked at who called your name and it was one of the twins. You blinked a bit more to get a look at them, it was Elvis for sure. With your time with the twins so far, you’ve gotten to know the ‘little details’ that differentiate them.

Jessie was left-handed, and always wore his best rings and his initials on his left hand, while he wore his watch and smaller jewelry on his right.

Elvis was right-handed, wearing his initials and best rings on his right hand.

If they were ever to take their jewelry off, their hair was a giveaway. Jessie’s stray bang went to the left side of his face while Elvis went to the right. Other than that, it was damn near impossible to tell them apart, but good on you for getting the subtle differences.

You yawned quietly and sighed, “It’s like sleeping on a cloud,” you said sleepily, it’s been a while since you got good sleep. Elvis laughed, “I wanted to wake you up that Jesse and I are going to rehearsal.” And that’s when you fully stood up. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself, ‘my shift’.

You jumped out of bed and rushed around to find your shoes. Elvis was a bit taken aback by the sudden movement, “Woah, what’s wrong?” He asked with concern. You were absentmindedly looking around the dimly lit room, “My shift,” you looked at your watch, “it started already,” you sighed, you were definitely getting fired.

“You’re not working today,” he stated. You looked at him perplexed, “What do you mean? I have to serve drinks tonight and I was supposed to be downstairs helping with the setup two hours ago,” you frowned. He stood up and ruffled your hair, “We talked to your manager, after you told us what he did,” his eyes darkened, “we were able to work things out with him. He’s giving you paid time off with holiday.”

You gasped, “Holiday pay? How’d you get him to do that?”

Elvis blushed at how big and wide your eyes got, they were brighter than the most precious diamonds. “Didn’t take much convincing,” Elvis turned back, “didn't take much to convince him right Jerry?” Jerry looked up from the tv to look at you both, “Not at all,” he said vaguely with a smile.

You made a mental note to ask him about that later.

“But I got in touch with the casino CEO and he’ll be fired before the weekend,” his tone was sincere. “Wow…thank you.” You said, tears brimming your eyes. You sniffled a bit, “No no no…” he said, cupping your hands with his face, “it’ll be all okay y/n”. All you could do was nod and you embraced him. You were glad to know that your manager was going to get fired for what he did to you and no doubt countless other women. “Well I guess that means you can see the show tonight,” Elvis said excitedly. You were about to match his excitement until you looked down. “I’m in uniform, I’d have no time to make it home and back in time and I doubt I even have something to wear.” Your posture slumped.

“I wanted to wait a bit, but I figured now is the best time for the surprise,” Elvis said, walking to his closet. He pulled out a box with a large bow on it, handing it to you. You scrunched your nose, “What’s this?” he booped your nose, “Only one way to find out,” he grinned.

Inside was the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. The inside designer tag read Chanel, and you nearly dropped the box. Shoving it towards Elvis, you shook your head, “Elvis I can’t take this”.

Oh how he wish he’d hear his name leave your lips all day, wishing you meant what you said another wa—

“Elvis?” you waved your hands in front of his face, it was as if he was trapped in a daze. He blinked himself back to reality, sighing. He looked back down at your small figure, “No,” he said. You furrowed your brows, “This is way too expensive! I’m pretty sure I have something at home I could—” he gave you the box again, this time with matching heels, “No. I already ripped the receipt so there’s no turnin back. Jerry ran out and got it for you when you were sleeping. I just hope it fits, we guessed your size by your work uniform.” He nervously scratched his neck.

You smiled at him appreciatively, “Thank you Elvis,” you said hugging him. Jerry made an obnoxious cough, “Ahem, how bout we thank the man that actually had to go get it?” He said jokingly. You ran up to Jerry too, “Thanks Jerry!” he ruffled your hair causing you to giggle.

You had bent over to hug him while he was sitting, you didn’t realize that your very short dress was exposing a bit for man’s imagination. Elvis could feel his pants tightening, he breathed in deep to steady himself and the wild thoughts he was beginning to have.

If it were any other man, Elvis wouldn’t have it, but since it was Jerry, he allowed it. He was the very few the twins trusted. He leered at your bent-over frame, letting his mind explore. Oh how he wished he could take you right then and there, but, he had to be patient.

He cleared his throat, “You can freshen up in the bathroom, I’ll be at sound check” he said. You made your way over to him, with a small pout, “Oh, okay then”. He grabbed your hand and kissed it, “I’ll see you soon,” he winked, making your smile return. He headed out of the door and you hurried into the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower, you changed quickly into the dress and marveled at yourself in the mirror. You looked so…put together. The way it hugged your curves in the right places as well as complimented your skin, you were in love. It was like being in a Cinderella movie.

Coming back to the bedroom, you only saw a single woman in there. She introduced herself as Esmeralda, saying she was hired by the Presleys to do your makeup. She smiled at you, giving you a firm handshake, “How do you do?” she shook.

During the whole makeover, she was showering you with compliments, saying how soft your hair was and how you should be a model. It really boosted your confidence and you couldn’t stop blushing.

Afterward, she handed you a mirror and you gasped, almost dropping another thing today. You looked beautiful, you honestly looked and felt like a goddess, your hair was done up in curls and she covered the bruises that were on your arm and neck. After a million thank yous, Esmeralda was out of the door and into oblivion. Jerry stepped in to escort you out.

Jerry came back inside the room in a different outfit, “You clean up well m’lady,” Jerry said in a British accent, bowing down. “You’re not too bad yourself, my lord,” you said in an accent, doing a curtsy. You guess both laughed and he opened the door, inside came a woman with a suitcase.

You both headed down the stairs, he wanted to ruffle your hair again but you dodged him, “I just fixed my hair Jerry!” you fake glared at him.

He dramatically rolled his eyes, mocking you, “Oh please, the wild look is gonna be in soon, I can feel it.”

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You both took to the back entrance to avoid the traffic. As you entered, Jerry pulled up two front-row tickets and handed them to security. Security took the tickets and led you to your seat, Jerry handed you a lanyard that wrote BACKSTAGE PASS. “Come backstage after the show, if you need anything, the rest of the guys and I will be back here”. He jogged to the backstage and you felt a little sad to be left alone.

A server came by you, and you recognized him, “Hey Mateo!” you said, “Woah, y/n? I almost didn’t recognize you! You look amazing!” He said, a rosy tint appearing on his cheeks.

You shyly looked down, “Thank you,” you twirled a piece of your hair. You had a crush on Mateo for the longest, he worked as a bar and kitchen server. After the shows, you both cleaned up the showroom, you guys would have endless talks about anything and everything. Lately, his touches on you would linger and he started to stare at you differently. Hopefully he’d make his move on you soon.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked. “Can I just get champagne please?” He nodded his head, “Anything to eat?”

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until he mentioned food. You were praying he couldn’t hear the groans your stomach were determined to make, “Can I get the shrimp and chicken Alfredo?” He wrote everything down while nodding his head, “Of course y/n, I got you.”

The way he said your name made your heart flutter, he was such a gentleman, and with the help of his boyish looks, he really made your heart skip a beat. ____________________________________

It was time for the twins to perform, and a drumroll started. You finished the rest of your champagne and made your way up to the front. They swaggered onto the stage and it felt as if everything around you ceased to exist. The crowd roared in applause and cheers, and the only thing they’ve done so far got on stage.

They made jokes and entertained the crowd until it was time for them to start performing.

To say they were terrific would be an understatement. They performed the shit out of the venue today, their stage presence was everything to watch. They synchronized their dancing with each other but the two had so much of their own personality in it. Elvis was the more outgoing, rebellious type. His dancing had more of a gaudy presence to it and he wasn’t afraid to be showy or over the top about it.

Jessie on the other hand was the opposite. He acted as the more secluded type but his dancing had that devious feel to it,just the right amount to lead someone on. While he was a lot more reserved than Elvis, his musical ability made up for his mysteriousness, and this made all of the girls crazy for him. There were times he let loose too, especially during songs he enjoyed playing the most.

You knew that Elvis and Jessie would get close to the crowd of girls damn near clawing their way to the front stage. You couldn’t lie, you were up yourself singing along, trying your best not to get elbowed to death. They came stage right, and then stage left…and then to your side the middle. You felt your heart beat quicker, while there were many girls present, it was as if they were looking specifically at you.

Elvis and Jessie started to do the infamous ‘wiggle’, and all of the girls went ballistic. Can’t even lie, your face started to heat up a bit and you let out a few screams. Elvis started to smirk and kept dancing, girls at this point were fighting their way to the front. Your body started heating up and you knew that you were most definitely tipsy.

The look you gave them…they could barely control themselves at that point. Jessie approached that side and--from the looks of it--shoved Elvis out of the way, dancing in front of you as well. The girls were getting more and more rowdy and were clawing their way to try and touch one of them.

The twins grabbed and kissed a few hands, laughed at a few panties and bras, and when Jessie was right in front of you, he looked ready to kiss your lips, but kissed your cheek instead. The song ended and they went into a slow song. You headed back into your seat and sat down, Mateo brought you bread rolls and napkins. You noticed that on one of the napkins, it said, “Meet me at the bar after the show. I’ll take you home too. --M” You smiled to yourself, folding the note.

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The show ended and you were sure your throat would be sore by tomorrow morning. You headed into the bathroom, dabbing at any makeup that was starting to oil your skin, and to get away from the traffic of people coming out.

After a while, you came out and went over to the bar. He was wiping a few glasses down and he looked up at you, “Hey y/n,” Mateo grinned, you smiled back, “Hey Mateo”. You both sat at the bar, “You clean up nicely, but I thought you were working as a server tonight”. You sighed, “I got holiday paid time off, I don’t know how long for,” you shrugged. He raised his brows, “How’d you get that? I’ve been working here longer than you and the manager would laugh at me even trying it”, that made you giggle.

You were thinking in your head, contemplated on telling him. After a few beats, you decided to confide in him, I mean, what the hell? The manager was fired anyways and you trusted him. You told him when it first started, but left out how the Presleys intervened.

After a few tears and sniffles, you were finished telling him. Mateo kept a calm and understanding demeanor, nodding along with you and never interrupting. “Y/n…I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry this happened to you”, you tried to control your breathing so you didn’t cry your makeup off.

“Does Ada know--” you shook your head curtly, “No, I know she’ll try and murder him,” you say laughing to yourself, you both needed this job. Mateo shook his head, “I wish you would have told me sooner, I would have helped you. I’d hate for you to feel alone, y/n”. You sighed, “I’m sorry,” you yawned and looked at the clock. It was late, you were tipsy and tired and wanted to go home.

“Let me take you home,” he said, taking off his apron and throwing it in the back somewhere. You took the napkin back out, “You got a pen?” you asked him, he pulled one out. You took it in your left hand and wrote your home number. He looked surprised, “Woah you’re left handed, I never knew that”, you smirked at him, “Actually, I’m ambidextrous”. You handed him the napkin.

You guys headed towards the backstage/employee exit. As you were passing the stage crew, Mateo held onto your hand to lead you through the chaos happening. You heard your name being called--more like being yelled. “Y/n?! Y/N!!!” you heard one of twins called, he rushed over to you, it was Elvis. Mateo looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull, he was starstruck. “Elvis…” you say, a bit shocked. “Y/n…where have you been? I thought Jerry told you to come backstage after the show,” you raised your brows, you had completely forgot. “I’m so sorry, it honestly slipped my mi--”

“Who’s this?” he asked, his eyes flickered between the two of you and how close he was to you. He glared at Mateo, who was still holding your hand. “This is Mateo,” you said, Mateo brought his hand up for Elvis to shake, “Big fan, my family and I love your music”. Elvis gave him a tight lipped smile, but did not shake his hand. “You know how it is, I just got done performing, would hate for you to shake a sweaty hand,” he laughed, but his usual smile was absent.

It was an awkward silence between all three of you. “Mateo was actually about to take me home,” you say, trying to break the silence. Elvis’ jaw clenched, “Oh he doesn’t have to worry about that, we’ll take her”. You felt a bit uncomfortable, Elvis was acting strange, “It’s really not a problem, you’ve done enough,” you tried to reason. “Y/n…” he said with a threatening malice trickling off of the way he said your name, “...you know I don’t repeat myself,” he warned.

Mateo stepped up to him, not liking where this was going, “Hey man, she said she doesn’t want to--” before he could finish his sentence, Jerry and Red West of the Memphis Mafia came up to you all and pushed Mateo back. It startled you to say the least, Mateo tried pushing back but Jerry held his arms and Red West punched his stomach. “Jerry!” you yell, trying to intervene, but Elvis holds you back, “Don’t,” he says, holding your shoulder firmly.

Jerry digs into his pockets, pulling out a plastic bag and a pocket knife. “Taking her home huh? What’s this?” he waves in front of Mateo’s face. Jerry opens up the plastic bag to find roofies and cocaine. “I looked more into your manager, turns out he wasn’t the only one doing shit to employees,” Jerry says, glaring at Mateo. “He’d pay him to find girls and drug them up after work…he’s a piece of shit y/n,” Jerry finished, throwing him to the side. You were so shocked that you visibly gasped, you felt your heart had shattered, the one who you confided in was a deceptive serpent.

Mateo was shocked and looked at you, “Wait-y/n, I swear to you that isn’t m--” Elvis sucker punched him square in the face, knocking him out cold. “Go to hell you sonofabitch,” Elvis faced you and took you upstairs. He held a firm grip on your hand and you were a crying mess. You made it back to his room where Jesse was playing with his rings. He stood up, “Does she know?” Elvis nodded. Jesse sighed, “I’m sorry you found out this way, y/n. Jerry did more digging and we found all of this out last minute tonight before the show.

You gulped, “I…trusted him. I actually kind of liked him too,” you laughed foolishly. They sat you on the bed, caressing your arms, “You can’t trust anyone at this job,” Elvis stated, “Not even the people you find close,” Jesse finished. He handed you a glass, “Here, it’ll take away the pain,” he said. Without skipping a beat, you downed the whole glass, you paid no mind to what the burn of the whiskey was doing to your throat. You were starting to get drunk, but the pain was numbed, you couldn’t feel anything.

“It’s like I have no one…” you slurred your words. “You have us,” Elvis cooed, caressing the side of your face, his thumb traced your lips. “I hate this world…the pain is too much,” you rambled. “Let us take care of you y/n,” Jesse whispered, he gently placed a kiss on your neck.

Your faces were inches away from each other, the tension building up was suspenseful. You knew this was somewhat wrong, you were liquored up drunk in a room with two of the most famous stars in the world, both of whom you didn’t know much about. You knew you shouldn’t kiss him, but you weren’t thinking straight, his blue eyes boring into your own put you in a hypnotic trance.

Before you could object, Jessie kissed your lips gently. You gasped a bit and he deepened the kiss, his hands and Elvis’ roamed your body. Jesse laid you down and started to kiss the rest of your body. Elvis came up to your face and kissed your lips, he groaned at how soft your lips were and started to suck on your bottom lip. Jesse found your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan.

Elvis used this to his advantage and slipped his tongue inside, lightly playing with your breasts. You were now hot and bothered, you couldn’t take it anymore and you were for sure wet. Jesse lifted up your dress a bit, pulling down your panties. You felt the cold air on your vagina and looked down at Jesse, his eyes darkened with lust.

You started to gain a bit of sense, shaking your head, you parted your lips with Elvis’. “Wait, I don’t think that this—” before you could finish your sentence, Jesse plunged two fingers inside of you.

It has been a long time since you’ve touched—hell, since you’ve been touched. The instant pleasure surprised you and you could barely contain yourself. Elvis continued kissing you down your neck and chest, sucking one of your breasts. The stimulation was too much for you to bear as Jesse quickened his pace.

You could feel your stomach tightening, at this point you couldn’t control your moans or actions, Elvis’s kisses became rougher, more possessive. You were getting closer, Jesse and Elvis switched positions. This time, Elvis used his thumb to run circles around his clit while pumping his fingers inside of you.

You tried to move your legs away, but Elvis kept them in place with his free hand. Jesse went back to kissing your neck, whispering in your ear, “Who do you belong to?” he asked. You looked at him a bit confused. Trying to keep your eyes from rolling back, “What?” you whimpered. You were almost about to cum and your body started shaking. Jesse grabbed your neck, “I don’t ask twice y/n, thought you knew that,” he said sternly, “who do you belong to?”

Elvis slowed his movements down and you were now a wet mess. You looked back at him in disbelief and he smirked back at you, “Say our names baby,” he cooed, speeding up his movements a bit. You moaned their names one at a time, “Elvis and Jessie,” Jesse kissed your neck, sucking and biting it in certain spots this time. “Who do you belong to?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, “Elvis and Jesse!” You we’re yelling their names at this point. Jesse kissed your lips after whispering, “Good girl,” his deep voice made you shiver under his touch. You finally came and Jesse eagerly devoured you. The stimulation was too much and you were ready to pass out. After making you cum again, you actually did.

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Author’s Note

Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love on Double Trouble! Part 3 got delayed longer than usual, and that is due to the fact that I am currently at the hospital for one of my family members. If you can, please keep me in your prayers. I hope to get Part 3 to you all soon!

—M🖤

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We love a good, angsty fanfic😌

*ೃ༄ Let Me Down Slowly

warnings: mild language, use of the word “colored”, implied smut, toxic relationship, yandere!elvis

pairing: 70s austin!elvis x black reader

word count: 1.6k+

her sobs echoed in the dark hotel room, shoulders violently shaking as she let out years of bottled up pain and sorrow.

she had reached her breaking point.

for the past eight years, she had endured all the drama that came with marrying america’s beloved elvis presley.

despite the termination of the jim crow laws in ‘65, their marriage in ‘68 would split his fanbase in half.

many of them were just plain disappointed that he was officially off the market.

others were so disgusted that out of all the women in the world, he had chosen her. a colored woman.

in the early stages it was okay. she could handle the rude comments being thrown at her because she had elvis right by her side through it.

at the end of a hectic and busy day elvis would hold her tightly and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. he prided himself in that he would protect her with every piece of him.

as the years went by, however, his career started to eat him away.

some nights he’d show up in the early hours of the morning and other nights he didn’t show up at all.

she knew deep down that the changes in his behavior weren’t her fault, but any time he’d raise his voice at her she couldn’t help but ask where she’d gone wrong.

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#austinxreader #ineedpart2 #loveyourwriting

*ೃ༄ Caught

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mild language, cheating, not historically accurate, slight yandere!elvis

pairing: austin!elvis x black reader

word count: 1.2k

a/n: gif is not mine

you stumble tipsily through the crowd of people in search of your boyfriend.

the colonel had convinced elvis that a “small” listening party would be good for publicity. he was still pretty soon in his career and needed to do everything he could to stay in the public’s eye.

“billy!” your words are slurred, a giggle falling past your chapped lips as you bump into the stunned male. he glances behind him with an etch of worry on his face but you pay no mind to it.

“(y/n)! what’s up?” the dark haired male’s voice is a pitch higher than usual, making you furrow your eyebrows at him. you watch as he nudges jerry, who seems to get the hint and runs off somewhere.

“have you seen ep? i-i’m sleepy…so sleepy.” as you speak, you nuzzle your head into the taller boy’s chest, your eyes fluttering shut, “tell him i wanna go home.”

billy soothingly rubs your back, his eyes nervously panning the crowd amongst you two.

it was normal for you and him to be this close but with so many prying eyes and cameras, he feared it’d be taken the wrong way.

“no, i haven’t seen him. he’s probably busy signin’ autographs or somethin’. i can take you home if you’d like.” the male tugs at your arm but you stand your ground, shaking your head.

“thanks but no thanks. elvis can take me. i j-just have to find him.” you remove yourself from his hold, pushing further into the crowd.

the drowsiness within you grows as you continue to trek through the group of fans and friends alike. waves of warmth spread throughout your body, causing tiny beads of sweat to form on your brow.

just as you are going to give up and go home by yourself, you catch sight of the raven haired man you call your boyfriend. a proud smile daunts on your face as you suddenly pick up your pace.

however, the closer you get, the clearer your line of vision is.

you stop a few feet away from elvis and the girl he was very obviously flirting with, your face contorting into one of disgust and distrust. you watch warily as he lifts an arm and brushes a strand of her hair out of her face.

his hand doesn’t leave the side of her face but instead caresses it. the words you so desperately wanted to say were stuck in your throat, leaving you to helplessly watch the scene unfold before you.

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Hello!!!!

I was wondering if you could do something where y/n is just as famous as Elvis. Maybe she also acts and has a intimate scene (like kissing) with her costar. How would he react. Would I be want her to quite acting?

you belong to me: yandere Austin!Elvis

{this is kinda short but I felt like it fit better than headcanons. I hope you enjoy this and it's close to what you wanted! the reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. disclaimer(s): typical behaviors that come with yandere content, toxic controlling behavior, manipulation, and abuse. I don’t condone any of these behaviors, this is strictly for fictional entertainment.}

it wasn’t wise to hide stuff from Elvis, (y/n) knew this but her passion for her craft clouded her vision, naively convincing herself that she could prevent him from finding out. the world forcing reality into her face as she watched the man’s tantrum destroy her small trailer the movie studio had provided while he yelled a stream of swears and words of betrayal.

“I can’t believe ya’d do this to me! were ya just gonna not tell me and make a fool outta me?!” (y/n)’s trembling form flinched when he paused his tantrum to face her, words getting caught up in her throat as she tried to figure out how to deflect his anger off of her, all she could do was shake her head slowly and move her mouth like a fish out of water.

“ya love him? were all those tabloids right? you some cheap whore getting involved with your costar?” “no- Elvis baby it ain’t like that!” it only took two long strides for him to reach her, his hand grabbing at her jaw, the cold metal of his rings digging into her cheeks as he made her look at him “it ain’t?..leave the show then” “wh-what i-i can’t do that- if I leave it-it’ll ruin my career-“ his grip tightened around her jaw causing her to sound slightly muffled as she tried to ramble out a defense.

tears ran down her face, blackened with the mascara and eyeliner the makeup crew had put on her at the beginning of the day. she looked a mess, makeup and hair ruined from this ordeal. his blue eyes softened, like a switch flipped in his head allowing him to see her distressed state “oh darlin’..don’t cry” the sudden attitude switch was unnerving. Still, she had grown used to it, leaning into his hands slightly as he wiped the tears “I know it ain’t your fault baby, I shouldn’t blame you” his hands slid across her face, resting on the back of her neck as he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

“I’ll get them to take the scene out or-or get a stand-in for me” she sniffed out causing Elvis to give her a grin “thank ya darlin’..god the thought of someone else gettin to kiss ya it- it lights this fire in me. you’re my mine, understand?” she weakly nodded, eyes closing as she let him support her head, her eyelids tightening when he kissed her again “i love ya sweetheart” “I love you too” she didn’t need to see him to know that smirk of his was plastered across his face.

#yandere elvis #love this

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Double Trouble Yandere!Austin!Elvis and Jesse x Reader Part 2

Summary: Mayhem reigns over the International Hotel as it is the day the Presleys will perform. As changes occur and bonds are formed, secrets threaten to come out.

Warnings: dark content, mentions of misogyny, demonstrations of sexual assault

If you are under 18, do not interact!

Part 1 Part 3

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Your alarm clock was beeping obnoxiously. It was 6 AM and it was time for you to get ready for work. Without opening your eyes, you felt around for your alarm clock and snapped it off. You slowly opened your eyes, and the sun was barely poking through the clouds yet.

As you passed Ada’s room, you saw her sound asleep on her bed, her hair was all over the place and she was snoring softly. She had the day off and you could see she was taking full advantage of it. You smiled, you both worked so hard, it was nice seeing her relax for once. You hopped in the shower, humming to the tune Hound Dog. You stepped out and quickly dried and moisturized yourself. You checked the time and it was 6:15, you had 30 minutes left before the bus came, so you decided to make a cup of coffee and mentally prepare for the day.

Opening the fridge, you saw that there were no eggs, no milk…no nothing. You scoffed, ‘It was definitely Ada’s turn last’, you thought to yourself. You rolled your eyes and drank from the last remaining bits of orange juice left in its carton. Ada came in, yawning, looking like she just got struck by lightning the way her hair stuck up. She opened the fridge and had the same reaction as you, scoffing. “Hell don’t look at me, it was your turn this time,” you said smiling. She rolled her eyes, “Now you know I have the memory of a fish goddamnit, why didn’t you--yawn--remind me?” She said. “Because I was wondering when this fish was gonna grow up and take some responsibility. But now that it’s your day off, you have more than enough time to get the stuff.” She pouted like a five-year-old. You ruffled her hair upon heading out, “Bye Ladybug,” you said, she sighed, “Bye Butterfly”. You finished the drink in a final swig and dropped it in the waste bin, “Oh yeah, we’re gonna need more juice”.

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Tonight was their first performance, and since this was a major one, you’d be put in a new assignment for the rest of the 6 weeks that they’d be staying.

“You want me to WHAT?!” you screeched to your manager. He had pulled you into one of the empty dressing rooms, telling you that your new temporary assignment would be on drink server duty. “We’re short-staffed in that area today, everyone’s been calling off and I know it’s to try and see the show tonight.” You huffed, “Can’t I just clean? Or can’t you have one of the boys do it, you know how the people treat the help up there.” you reasoned. You weren’t wrong, you heard the stories from some current employees and some former ones; the groping, the grabbing, it was all just too much.

You remembered a time when you first started, and when you almost volunteered to be a drink server. “Reporting it to HR never does anything,” said one of your coworkers. “You really think they’re gonna take a politician or rich businessman to court over your discomfort? Once you and the next guy match each other’s goodies in the groin area, maybe then they’ll give a fuck. It’ll be a cold day in hell before they stick up for us.” she shivered after taking a long drag of her cigarette.

You blinked the memory away. “It’s either that y/n or I dock your pay for the next 6 weeks.” that caught your attention quickly. You looked up at him, “Wait…I’ll do it then.” you whispered that last part., your manager held up a sinister grin. He slowly moved towards you, like a predator stalking his prey, “I just don’t know how you do it, you’re getting shit pay and you haven’t even tried to convince me to give you a raise.” he stroked a hair out of your face. You tried jerking your head back but he wrapped a hand around your neck and arm, making you whimper. He leaned down closer to you, “Maybe you just need a bit of…motivation…” he leaned in closer and closer, but before his lips could collide with your own, your manager’s name was called.

He muttered something under his breath before walking towards the (to your new knowledge, locked) door. For tonight, be at the bar by 6:45 sharp. You’ll be on drink server duty.” You let go of a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Not only did you feel disrespected, but you felt disgusted. Your manager had been sexually assaulting you for weeks now, you were able to evade his advances but it’s been getting harder and he’s gotten more…physical. You ried shaking it off, trying not to let the words of your mother get to you.

‘I just don’t understand why you can’t just meet a nice man and settle down.’ She would fuss about your dreams of going to college as well as leaving Chicago. ‘How would you have the time to cook for your husband if you’re out studying? Medical School is not easy, nor is it short. With the years it takes you to graduate you may never get married in time!’

Before you had left Chicago, she tried to persuade you and (sometimes Ada) to stay back, she would show you job postings in the newspapers looking for secretaries and personal assistants and nurses.

Had you made a mistake? Was she right? You didn’t even know anymore. Every time you took two steps forward into following your dream, the universe pushed you 5 steps backward. When you would try to travel for casting calls, the bus wouldn’t come in time or you were always short on cash. You huffed, gathering your thoughts, ‘There’s only one way and that’s up from here, patience is the key to all opportunity’. Those were the words your uncle always said to you, bless his heart he was watching over you and protecting you from above right now.

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The hotel/casino area and the showroom/backstage area seemed to be polar opposites during certain times of the day. In the morning, the showroom/backstage area was fine, this made your job relatively easy. When it was close to showtime, though, that’s when it was an utter nightmare. Everyone runs around with their heads cut off and managers are in a pissy mood, watching everyone like a hawk to make sure they don’t fuck up. Hotels in the morning, though, were 10 times worse during the day. Especially with the Presley’s arrival, people from all 4 corners of the country were traveling to come and see them. When you went to the hotel area, the lobby was filled with tourists, people with obnoxiously overpacked bags, lots of chatter…and worst of all: crying children.

You sighed to yourself, “This is going to be a long day.”

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“We need you up in room service, there's a uniform and lock for ya right there. Bathroom’s round the corner and the lock has the locker number on it. The lock’s code is 11-0-8, I’ll wait for ya right here but I will say get a move on with it.” You nodded your head, took the items, and changed quickly. You examined yourself in the nearby mirror, the ‘uniform’ was a very short black dress with an apron. You stuffed your showroom uniform in the locker and made it back to the assistant manager. He guided you to a room next to the kitchen and gave you a mini crash course on what to do before leaving.

The kitchen pulled out food and handed it to you on a rolling tray. Attached to the lid was the room number along with what they ordered. Room 955, it read. You rolled the tray to the lift and pressed the up button, as you stepped in, you looked for the 900 button and clicked it. Inside during the lift up, your heard Elvis and Jessie singing in the background through the elevator speaker connected to the radio. You rolled all the way to the right side, looking for the room. When you found it, you knocked three times, hearing voices in the background. You waited patiently until the thought suddenly hit you like a truck:

You were at the top floor…

…you were in the suites…

…the EXECUTIVE SUITES…

The most expensive rooms were upstairs, which means you had a good chance of seeing--

“Hey y’all, room service is here!” One of the members of the Memphis Mafia said. He had dark brown hair and he wore shades.

Like you said, it was a possibility they’d be in this room, not a certainty.

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The room was surprisingly dim, all of the curtains were closed shut and peaks of sunlight came through, illuminating the room in different areas.

You wheeled the rolling tray in, getting a better view of your surroundings. You saw a ring, dancing in the small speckles of sunlight, but their back was facing you. “Hey JP you want some food?” The man sitting down faced your direction, and even though there was little to no light shining in the room, you could have sworn that his face brightened up. “Y/n!” He got up quickly, rushing to the table. “Hello Mr. Presley,” you said shyly scratching the back of your neck. You honestly weren’t expecting him to remember your name. “JP! Is that food up here yet?” Elvis yelled from the bathroom, “Yeah! Come quick before I eat yours!” seconds later, Elvis ran out with his towel barely around his waist and a comb. “Don’t touch my food goddamnit,” he said with a smirk on his face. The whole room erupted in laughter and you tried to look every where but at Elvis.

He was still dripping from head to toe, and with his towel loosely wrapped on his waist. His eyes finally landed on you and he swallowed hard, “Y/n…” he mumbled, he looked down at his towel and then scrambled, “Oh shit, y/n!” he said and ran to his closet. You remembered you were still wearing the short dress and apron. He came back in a robe and you greeted him, “Hello Mr. Presley. I brought you guys your room service.”.

They both laughed, “You don’t have to call me that,” they said at the same time.

You giggle a little at their twin moment.

Unbeknownst to you, your giggle could light a fire in their hearts.

“I didn’t know you worked room service as well,” Elvis started, “bet you’d give me diabetes from bein the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen”. He said, winking. You were flattered by his words, “Oh stop it, you must say that to all the pretty girls,” you shook your head. “Not as pretty as you.” Jessie stated with pure sincerity. You smiled at them, they were really nice, “Thank you. I should get going, I have more food to deliver.”.

“W-wait,” Elvis said as you were heading out, “this mean you’re not gonna be working the showroom tonight?” He asked with big puppy eyes. You shook you’re head, “I still am, they just switched me to room service for a few hours. I’ll be serving drinks tonight and cleaning the dressing rooms.”. He nodded his head and sighed, “Okay, you get to see my cool new dance moves!” Elvis exclaimed. You giggled, “I can’t wait to see it! I’ll see you tonight.” and with that, you headed out the door with your tray.

On your way down the stairs, the hotel manager approached you, “By the request of the Presleys, you’ll be their personal help.” you scrunched your nose, “Wait, why?” he shrugged, “They said you had good customer services skills and won’t take anybody else.” you just hummed in response. He was scribbling away on his clipboard, “That means no mistakes coming from you young lady, I expect their food to be received in a timely matter,” he pointed to a red telephone, “if that phone rings, only you or myself can pick it up.” You nodded and he continued to walk away.

The phone rang after a few minutes and you waited a bit before picking up, “International Hotel, how may I help you?” “Y/n,” you heard one of the Presleys, “Could you please bring us some water? We need about 7.”

“No problem, I’ll be right up there,”

“Thank you.”. You hung up the phone and headed to the kitchen to get the water.

You made your way back up, humming some tune. You knocked on the door and Elvis opened it, he flashed a picture-perfect smile that made all of the girls swoon, and took the bottles from you. “You saved my life, y/n,” he said breathlessly, you smiled, “Aww Elvis you’re so nice.”

The way you said his name made him feel like he died and came back to life just by the sound of your voice. Your voice as smooth as silk put him in a state of blissful pleasure.

“I heard you told the manager that you wanted me as y’all personal help today?”

He scratched the back of his head, “Guilty as charged. It just eliminates all of the starstruck fans from coming up in here.”. You nodded, ‘Well I guess that makes sense’, you thought to yourself. He leaned to the side, “Well since you’re ours, might as well come inside. You can meet the notorious Memphis Mafia when they come back upstairs.” He put his hand on the small of your back and led you inside the dim lit room.

“This is cousin Billy.” A younger looking boy looked up from his book and smiled at you, you waved back with a smile. “And this is Jerry,” the man that you saw in the alleyway last night looked up at you from a newspaper with the Presleys on the front. He nodded your way, “Pleasure to meet you. You always hiding out in alleyways?”

You froze, so he did notice you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to intrude, I was just trying to take my break—” “Lay off Jerry,” Elvis glared, he looked your way and his gaze softened, “Give him some time he doesn’t trust new people.”

You nodded your head. When Jesse entered the room, he stood up and smiled at you. “You’re back,” he exhaled, pulling you in for a hug.

‘They’re really friendly’, you thought to yourself, his expensive cologne smelt like a mixture of expensive taste and firewood. “Now don’t just hog her to yourself now,” Elvis said, dragging you back to him. Pain shot through your arm, “Ow,” you quietly winced. You remembered how your boss had grabbed you this morning, you knew his grip was tight but you didn’t think it would bruise so quick.

Elvis froze,

“Did I hurt you, y/n? I didn’t mean to.” Jessie held your arm and looked at Elvis. “It’s fine, really. I hit the door last night before clocking in.” You stammered. Watching them communicate without words, Elvis went to the wall and flicked on the light. Instinctively, you covered your arm. No one knew what your manager did to you, not even Ada, there were enough things for her to worry about. The light turned on and you shut your eyes, adjusting to the light. After opening your eyes, everyone else was on you, even Cousin Billy and Jerry. You looked at Elvis and he looked like he had witnessed his mother get slapped, to say he looked pissed was an understatement, Jesse’s face matched his own ( oh wow how ironic).

“Y/n,” Elvis breathed shakily, “Who…did this to you?” Jesse finished off. You looked down, and you wondered how they saw the arm bruise, until you remembered…

…your neck.

“I fell…” you didn’t know what else to say. Elvis’ eyes darkened, “Don’t lie to me y/n…what happened?” He was demanding it now. Elvis’s body burned with ferocity, if looks could kill you’d be 6 feet under. You started shaking, “We don’t like asking again, y/n.” Jesse said sternly, you let out a shaky breath. You dropped your arm and you could hear them gasp. You looked down, ashamed, “M-my manager would…touch me a-and try to do things with me. He’s been getting more physical and it happened again this morning.”.

A tear escaped your eye, and then another one, and another one. You were a bit embarrassed, you didn’t really like letting people see you cry. Jessie embraced you, and you leaned into his frame as he consoled you. Elvis began paving around, breathing heavy, “We’ll fix this,” Jesse said, “y/n, what’s your manager’s name?” “Michael Sherwin.” Elvis turned to Jerry, “Jerry, you know what to do.”

If you weren’t being hugged by Jesse, you would have seen the sinister grin the twins gave each other.

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Jerry had stepped out of the room to go God knows where, doing God knows what.You scrunched your nose in confusion,”Why did you need my manager’s name?” Jesse stared at you in adoration, bopping your nose, “Don't you worry your pretty little head about that.”

In the meantime, the Memphis Mafia members were back and you got to meet all of them. After about an hour or so, they brought you out of your comfort zone and you all were joking around like you all have been friends for years. After about an hour or so, Jerry came back, even he let loose and you actually got to know him, he’s not so bad. You were enjoying yourself, until you covered your mouth to yawn. It didn’t go unnoticed, “Do you need to rest?” Elvis whispered, you nodded tiredly.

The rest of the time, they let you rest, which was much needed. Since you were in Jesse’s room, he let you lay on his bed, but not before a 10 minute argument between the two occurred on whose bed was better for you to rest in. While you got comfortable, a man dressed as a doctor came in, giving the boys their meds. You heard mumbles of how tired somebody was and someone just wanting a break, but you couldn’t concentrate. As soon as your bed hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

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Author’s Note

Hey guys, thank you so much for all the love on Double Trouble. I am almost done with Part 2 and will be posting that later tonight. I wish I could post it this afternoon but I was busier with school than I thought I would be and I work on weekends.

Also, request me things you want me to write! I want to make a yandere headcannon for Elvis and Jessie soon (together and separate), but if you have any yandere Elvis imagines you want me to write, I’m down!

Thank you all,

- M

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Double Trouble Yandere!Austin!Elvis and Jesse x Reader Part 1

Imagine living in a world where Jesse, Elvis’ identical twin brother, survives his birth and the two go on to a life of superstardom and immense wealth.

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! This is my first time publishing my work in a while, so bear with me. I really hope you like this fic! This chapter is dedicated to @venus-haze, who inspired me to write again.

Part 2

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Holy shit.

If you thought dealing with one Presley was bad enough, the universe rolled you a die and told you to double the trouble.

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Word Count: 2.5k

You worked at the International Hotel, and your job was to clean the showroom and dressing rooms before and after the acts would perform. You and a few other coworkers were in an empty dressing room listening to instructions by your manager on how this new act would be arriving today and how everything needs to be perfect. “They will be coming in this evening for sound check and I expect you all to be on your best behavior.” your manager reiterated sternly. He and the other higher-ups were being tight-lipped about who the new act performing was. Could it be The Beatles? Rolling Stones? Could it be--

“It’s the Presleys!” your best friend and coworker Ada whisper yelled. She’s been a huge fan of them since high school, and you would often tease her about how much merchandise she collected on them. You just smiled and nodded, “Oh, neat.” you said before going back into the showroom to clean before sound check, that was not the reaction she was expecting. Ada’s jaw dropped and she walked with you, “You’re telling me you’re not the least bit excited that they’re coming here? You have the best opportunity to see them!” she huffed crossing her arms.

“Oh please, with their whole entourage and the inevitable influx of security, I’ll be lucky enough to even hear them cough.” you giggled. You liked the Presley Brothers’ music, while you didn’t think bad of them, you just found it a bit ridiculous as to how fans acted like complete animals, going ballistic just at the sight of one of them. Ada looked down at her watch as they made it to the showroom, “Well, I’m about to take my break, I’ll meet you back here after the sound check.”. You nodded your head, going in to hug her, “Okay, see you.”

When you went back to the showroom, you had seen that the Presleys had arrived, they were greeted with many hellos, welcomes, and applause by the staff and crew. You didn’t bother going out of your way to go and greet them. You were just trying to finish up part of your task so that you could take your much-needed lunch break.

While wiping down the last few tables, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on you. In the corner of your eye, you swear you saw a silhouette, staying still amongst the chaos of the stage. After a few moments, you quickly looked up, briskly trying to find out who it could be. They seemed to be one step ahead of you, when you looked up, you saw no one looking in your direction.

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After more wiping, you looked at your watch and it was 5:30, you huffed and threw your towel down. You quickly walked to the stage to take your break outside in the back of the building. You were planning how the rest of your night would go, considering making some food for you and Ada since you were getting off an hour earlier than she. Then again you were considering checking out that new movie--

You had collided with something hard, you would have thought it was a wall if the warmth of it didn’t give away that it was a person. Not expecting the collision to occur, you fell on your butt. “Damn it, if I had half a mind I would-” when you looked at who you had bumped into, it seems like your words got trapped in your throat.

It was as if everything in the world stopped, while it probably ended in seconds, it felt like hours passed. Icy blue eyes seemed to pierce right through your own and touch the darkest, most intimate parts of your soul. You had to blink a few times to make sure you weren’t dreaming,

you were standing in front of one of the Presleys.

“Woah there little lady,” he laughed jovially, flashing you a smile, “you’re off in a hurry.”. Your mouth fell agape for a bit before you gained your sense of reality again, “I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m about to take my break.”. He shook his head, “It’s not your fault darlin, I didn’t see you, are you okay?” he asked. “She would be if you helped pick her up.” The other twin chimed in, walking over to you and helping you up. Elvis rolled his eyes, “I was gettin’ there Jesse.” Jesse shook his head, “No you weren’t.”. They started to argue and you giggled at their banter, but then looked at your watch. “I should get going, sorry for running into you, it was nice meeting you both!”

You started making your way to the back exit, not hearing the faint ‘Wait!’ amongst the commotion backstage.

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On your way out of the door, you heard some voices whispering. You softly closed the door and slowed your pace to hear the conversation clearly. The back of the building was sort of alleyway style, so there was about 2 feet of a wall after stepping out of the door. You looked to the side of the exit and saw a tall man with blonde, long hair. He handed another man dressed in all black with a trenchcoat on a thick envelope. The man dressed in black looked around, before taking it and quickly stuffing it into his trenchcoat.

“Meet me back here in one week with the info,” the blonde said. Trenchcoat man nodded and walked out of the alley. The blonde faced your direction to start walking back in and you jolted your head back. You opened the door and closed it, making it seem like you were walking out of the building. The blonde stepped to the side to give you room, not even glancing your way once.

During your break, you sat outside, eating your sandwich, you smiled to yourself about the interaction between Jesse, Elvis, and you. Ada was gonna flip when you tell her about what happened, that is if you don’t drop dead asleep the second you get home. Nothing in the entirety of the world can prepare someone for reality, if you told your 18-year-old self that this would be your reality, she’d laugh in your face. You and Ada moved from Chicago to Las Vegas, wanting to stretch your wings and gain your own independence. You initially wanted to go to med school at UChicago, but you always had a deep passion for film arts. Not having enough money to make it all the way to LA, you and Ada stayed with one of her cousins for some time in Las Vegas that summer, after a while, the dream of pursuing fine arts was becoming a distant fantasy.

You landed the International Hotel job, you worked like a dog day and night but no matter how much money you made, it was never enough. Women got paid less doing the same job as a man, and you could have sworn on the Bible that your manager was taking out more tax than usual on your check. You wanted to quit, but you needed this job, it was either that or you’d have to turn to…other measures. You had too much respect for yourself and too much dignity to not be subjected to man’s darkest desires.

It was 5:55 PM, you took one last drag out of your cigarette, tossed it, and headed back inside. They were setting up for sound check and you saw Elvis and Jesse warming up. They looked so relaxed, they wore the same outfit, just different colors. One of them wore blue slacks with a white collar shirt, while the other wore white slacks with a blue collar shirt. They looked so identical, it was surprising how the Memphis Mafia could tell them apart. Then again, they’ve known the Presleys for years so it makes sense.

You continued on with your cleaning, this time sweeping the whole area and putting programs on each table. You heard them practicing and my God, they sound amazing. Their voices melted like butter on a hot skillet, especially the way they harmonized so naturally.

By 9:00, you were ready to clock out, but you realized you couldn’t find your timesheet. You cursed to yourself, wondering where it could be. You checked the area you cleaned, backstage, and quickly checked the dressing room you were in when your manager was speaking to you. You sighed in relief as it was on one of the couches, you picked it up, and turned around to head out when you were startled by one of the Presleys again. He was leaning against the wall, playing with a toothpick in his mouth, his eyes were intense, staring down at you as if he was lost in thought. He saw your reaction and leaned off to try and comfort you, “m sorry,” he said with sincerity, “didn’t think you’d get so spooked. I forgot my jacket in here and wanted to quickly get it, thought you heard me come in.” he softly explained.

You checked your heart to make sure you were still alive. It was still pounding out of your ribcage, not even from the fright, but from being in such proximity of even just one of the Presleys. His 6 feet tall height towered you, and with how close he was, he made you feel smaller than a button. “It’s okay, I had left my timesheet in here earlier before you and your brother came in. I don’t mean to intrude.” You say apologetically, avoiding eye contact.

I better not get fired for this, you thought to yourself. Sneaking in or even being in an active use dressing room was a big no-no for employees, If your manager even caught you, it would be over and done with. “I need to get going though, I’m not supposed to be in here,” you say, stepping to the side of him about to head out. “Wait,” he says grabbing your arm, “Never introduced myself to you after you ran away,” he said jokingly.

You laughed, “Hell, who doesn’t know you y’all are?”,

“Just being a gentleman. I’m sorry about my brother, he can get in his head and forget simple things like manners and whatnot.” You laughed and he took it as a good sign, holding out his hand, he introduced himself, “I’m Jesse, the better twin, by the way,”.

You laughed again, “I’m y/n,” You both shook hands and his hold on you lingered a lot longer than usual.You were the one to drop your hand first, “I always wondered, how do people tell y’all apart? You guys look the exact same even up close.” He held up his left hand, clad with jewelry, that held a ring with the letters ‘JP’ on it. No doubt those were his initials, “I’m left handed and my brother’s right handed, so we always wore rings on our dominant hands.”

“Aw…” you say to yourself, “...makes sense.”. He absentmindedly fixed his hair back into it’s signature quiff style, with one loose hair hanging on the left side, “Even to this day the only one that can tell us apart is mama.”.

You scrunched your nose in question, “Not even the Memphis Mafia?” you asked. He shook his head, a devious smirk came on his face. “We played a prank on Jerry, and dressed up as each other.” A silence fell in the room and his eye contact still held, avoiding an awkward situation, you perked up saying, “I do have to get going though, if my manager sees me in here I’m dea--”

“JP!” someone called out for Jesse, “JP are you in--” the tall blonde that you saw outside during your break quickly stepped in. “JP what kept you? Colonel’s been looking for you,” he said, his eyes flickered in your direction and you decided that your shoes were the most interesting thing in the world to look at.

“Left my jacket, where’s my brother?” He said, tossing his jacket from side to side, “Already upstairs, we gotta head up there now,” he said checking his watch. Jesse nodded before he headed out towards the door, he took your hand and kissed it, “It was very nice meeting you y/n,” you smiled at him, “The pleasure is all mine.”. He headed out with the blonde and you were left in a daze of awe. The Presleys were some smooth, fine men. You could see why girls were starstruck over them, they act the way all women wanted to be treated by a man.

You walked to the bus stop with a bit more pep in your step, his touch still lingered on you and you tried to reason with yourself, They’re showmen, that’s what they do to attract fans. It’s not like anyone would want you anyways. You weren’t ugly, yet you weren’t Audrey Hepburn beautiful, you were just…you.

With that being said, you pushed the encounters you had with the boys and focused on not missing your stop and getting home.

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