#Tennessee Bird Walk

[libraryofgage]

Steddie PJO AU Part One

One (1) person asked for this, and it was only after I told them I'd had an idea, so, like, fuck it we ball.

The parents of the various kids will be revealed as the series goes on, but I'll look forward to your guesses along the way!

Also, I haven't read the books in a hot fucking minute, but the trailer has had me in a chokehold. This is written more for fun than anything else, so just shut off your brain and enjoy the ride without thinking about accuracy. You'll love it, I promise!

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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With a low, frustrated growl, Eddie tears a page out of his notebook, crumples it into a ball, and throws it on the floor of his tent. All he gets for his troubles is another page of lyrics underneath the first that fail to actually do what he wants. "Fucking shit prophecy," he mutters, tearing that page out, too.

It hits the ground right as Chrissy pokes her head into the tent. She watches it bounce once before settling on the ground. "How's the songwriting?" she jokes, letting the tent's flap fall shut behind her.

"Bad," Eddie says, dropping the notebook and standing. He glares at the paper balls and kicks one away. "Just as bad as the prophecy itself."

"Aww, it's not that bad," Chrissy says, walking a little closer and playfully punching Eddie's arm. Her smile is bright enough to make Eddie feel like he needs sunglasses, and that isn't even because Chrissy's father is Apollo. That's just all her. "At least your prophecy doesn't promise, you know, horrible death."

Eddie scoffs, turning to look at Chrissy as he gestures at his Def Leppard shirt and torn jeans and chunky rings and general metalhead vibe. "Do I look like someone who should be getting that prophecy?" he asks.

He doesn't wait for her to answer before scrunching his face and reciting in a high, mocking voice, "You shall witness an unfair fight between land and sky where feathers with great reluctance fly. And as the sun is shining bright, you shall be swaying in the moon's sweet light."

By the time he's done, he's clasped his hands and held them up to his face with an exaggerated doe-eyed expression. Eddie drops it the moment he finishes, his nose scrunching in disgust as he rolls his eyes. "I have a reputation to uphold, Chrissy."

She doesn't take his complaints seriously. Instead, Chrissy rolls her eyes and sits on the edge of Eddie's cot. "Sure, sure, you're too cool for anything good to happen to you. Still, you might be better off if you didn't try turning that prophecy into something angry."

Eddie huffs, kicks another paper ball, and drops to a crouch next to the cot. After a few seconds, he begrudgingly admits, "Yeah, maybe."

Chrissy sympathetically pats his head, her touch warm and light, and smiles at him. "In other news, we've got another retrieval request for you," she says.

"Oh, boy, work."

"C'mon, you enjoy them," Chrissy says, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "A cyclops sighted some demigod kids running around with, well, she wasn't sure if he was also a demigod or not. But they won't be safe long when they're clustered together like that, so, go bring 'em back."

She passes Eddie the piece of paper and watches as he unfolds it and frowns at the two words written there: "Athens, Tennessee."

"Are you kidding me? That's so cliche," Eddie says.

"Yeah, but at least it's not California or something."

"Thank fuck for small miracles," Eddie mutters, folding up the paper again and shoving it into his pocket.

Looks like he's got packing to do.

The sun is shining, birds are tweeting, and a cool wind is blowing across the park. Steve lets out a slow breath, his shoulders starting to relax as he leans against a tree and watches Will and Lucas lay out a few blankets, Mike and Dustin get into an argument about the scale proportions of the Parthenon, and Max, Erica, and El throw a frisbee between them.

It's been a long month, one that seemed to be filled with more running and near-death experiences than they're used to. And they're used to a lot of running and near-death experiences.

So, taking a day to just relax in the park sounded great when El suggested it, but Steve had still hesitated. Who knows what could find them if they linger in a park too long. When he voiced these concerns, the kids just banded together to convince Steve, and he relented when they compromised on him bringing the nail bat along.

"Steve, do you wanna lay down?" Lucas asks, gesturing to the blankets. Will is already there, stretched out and smiling up at a rainbow stretching across the sky.

Steve joins them, pulls a Bluetooth speaker out of one of the backpacks holding the blankets down, and connects his phone. Music starts playing, and he sprawls across a blanket, pillowing his head on his arms and taking in the sunshine. "You know, this is nice," he says.

"Yeah. We should do this more often," Will whispers, nearly drowned out by the grass rustling in the breeze.

Between the breeze and the music, Steve starts to drift off, his breathing evening out as his mind wanders. He's half asleep when he hears Dustin shout, "It's a fucking one-to-one asshole!"

His words are quickly followed by Mike shouting back, "Who gives a shit?!"

Steve sighs and adds his own voice to the mix. "Stop fighting!"

"Yeah, guys, stop fighting," Max says, and Steve can imagine her tongue sticking out at them as he hears Erica snort.

"Oh, fuck you," Dustin shoots back.

"That's it!" Steve announces, sitting up and glaring at the kids. "Get over here."

His voice leaves no room for argument, and he'd feel bad at how the kids deflate if he didn't already know they're all menaces. Once he's got all seven kids on the blankets, he sighs and says, "Look, guys, let's not fight. How about we all just sit here for a bit, enjoy the breeze, and then we'll go get lunch."

The kids glance at each other, a silent conversation that Steve barely follows passing between them before Mike nods. "Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Great, now, just re--"

"Oh, how cute!"

The sudden, saccharine voice sets Steve's entire body on edge. He slowly looks over his shoulder, staring at the middle-aged woman smiling down at them. Something about her is familiarly off, but he tries to give her the benefit of the doubt. So, Steve flashes a charming smile and asks, "Hi, can I help you with something?"

The woman's smile turns a little sharp, and she shakes her head. "Oh, no, I just had to commend you on your ability to round up these kids like that," she explains.

Steve hums and pushes himself up, keeping a hold on his bat so he can rest the end on the ground and lean on it. He feels more than sees the kids start to shift until they're behind him. "Well, thanks. Did you want advice or something on caring for your own kids?" he asks.

She laughs, short and grating on Steve's ears, and then tilts her head not unlike a bird. "No, no. It's just impressive that you've managed to keep them alive for so long," she says, her voice distorting and becoming shriller as she speaks.

Yep. There it is.

"Wow, that's even faster than usual," Lucas says.

He's right, which just makes Steve even more upset. Can he not get more than fifteen minutes of peace? Can he not just lay back and enjoy the sunshine without worrying about some monster coming after his kids? Can he not fucking relax for once?

Steve feels the frustration build and build in his chest, crackling through him until he's ready to burst, and he stands up straighter. "I'll give you one warning," he says, his voice low as he watches feathers sprout from the woman's skin. "You walk away right now, and I won't beat the shit out of you."

The woman, who seems to be mostly bird by now and is probably a harpy, just laughs again, like Steve's told her the funniest joke she's ever heard. "You? Defeat me?" she asks, her eyes roaming over Steve before she laughs again. "I am worse than your nightmares. I have eaten more demigods than you can count. I have feasted on their screams and crunched their bones between my teeth, and I look forward to doing the same with these children. What could a lone son of some lesser god possibly do to stop me?"

From behind him, Steve hears a few of the kids inhale sharply, an almost sympathetic sound. "Well, she's done it now," Erica says.

"Yes. Steve is going to kill her," El agrees, her voice soft and brushing against Steve's ears like a tiny snake.

And yeah, they're right. Maybe Steve would have just beaten her unconscious and then gotten the hell out of dodge, but now she's threatened his kids. She's lost any chance at mercy from him.

With a twirl of his bat and a vicious grin, Steve rolls his shoulders back and says, "Wanna find out, overgrown chicken?" he asks.

He doesn't even bother waiting for an answer before swinging his bat, the nails dragging across the harpy's chest and ripping a shriek from her. Now that Steve is thinking about it, violence is also a great way to relieve stress, and he's certainly not going to look a gift harpy in the mouth.

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[marvelobsessed134]

Shades Of Cool

Requested: No, I’m just down bad for current!Vince

Warnings: daddy kink sorry not sorry, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, squirting, spitting, age gap (Vince is in his sixties and the reader is 23) and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any, I don’t proofread.

Pairings: Current!Vince x YoungerFem!Reader

Summary: You’re Vince’s girlfriend, despite the age gap between the two of you. And one day you get bored and decide to spice things up.

It was a sunny day in Nashville, Tennessee. You were sitting outside on the back patio in your favorite sundress and a large sun hat drinking lemonade while reading your favorite book. Vince has been in his study all day working on something you don’t even know what. That man can be so confusing sometimes.

You sighed and leaned back in the black iron chair. The birds were chirping and the small waterfall in the koi pond you had installed was all you could hear. You bit your lip thinking about how to cure your sudden boredom.

And idea popped in your head. A rather naughty one that could either get you in trouble or rewarded. You smirked and giggled get up, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You’re suddenly antsy now. You walked up the beautiful marble staircase and into your shared bedroom. You walked into the closet and opened your special drawer which is full of lingerie. Some you haven’t worn yet. You decided to go for a bubblegum pink lacy teddy. Pairing it with your fuzzy satin pink heels and curling your hair a bit, you walked towards the door of your boyfriend’s study.

Softly knocking on the door, you heard a “come in” and opened it slowly, peaking your head through it without showing your body.

The blonde looked up at you from his desk and smiled, “Hey, babydoll. What’s up?”

You love when he calls you that. Suddenly you’re feeling shy. Not as confident as you did when you first got the idea and put the outfit on. You blushed and slowly walked in, closing the door behind you.

Vince got a good look of your attire. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. His pretty little babydoll.

“God damn, honey. This all for me?” He asked.

You nodded, crossing your leg behind the other, nervously playing with the hem of the short nightie as you bashfully looked up at him. “Yeah, I was bored.” Your face was red hot right now and his lustful gaze didn’t help.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something for daddy.” His voice suddenly sounded. You quickly nodded and sped walked to him before getting on your knees and undoing his belt. His large cock sprang free after pulling down his boxers. You wrapped your hand around the base and put your mouth on the tip before lowering it, allow him to go deeper and deeper into your mouth. When his cock hit the back of your throat you gagged, and pulled him out of you.

“Don’t think you’re gonna stop there, sweetheart. Come on, suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Your pussy was drenched at his words and you slowly sunk your mouth back down his shaft. Vince moaned when you started to pick up the pace. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head feeling like the king of the world right now.

“Oh fuck yes. Such a good girl.” He groaned out.

You swirled your tongue around it as you sucked, once in awhile pushing down deep into your throat.

“I’m gonna cum, and you better swallow it.” Vince said and you nodded ever so slightly, his cock still in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down until you felt his load in your mouth, running down your throat. You groaned in pleasure as he moaned loudly. The singer pulled you off of him and helped you up, before pushing the papers of song lyrics off the desk and moving his laptop in a safer place, setting you on his desk.

Instinctively, you spread your legs.

Vince pulled off his shirt before kissing you again, grinding his bare cock against your damp panties. “Fuck Y/n.” He groaned. “Mmm daddy…” you whined.

“What do you need babygirl?” He asked, searching your lust filled eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He said before ripping the teddy off of you causing your gasp at the sound of the seams ripping. He pulled down your panties with his teeth before lining up against your wet pussy. Slowly pushing in, you both moaned. You gripped his shoulders as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck, baby.” All you could do was moan and throw your head back as he thrusted into you hard and fast, hitting your spot every time.

“Ahh, daddy…I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, looking into his eyes as tears streamed down your face. Vince believed you couldn’t look any more beautiful.

“Im right behind you baby.” He grunted, squeezing your tits and spitting on them. You clenched around him and came as soon as he did. He quickly pulled his dick out to see you squirt all over the desk and yourself mixed with his cum.

“Oh my god, fuck yes that’s so fucking hot.” He said, catching his breath.

The blonde gave you a sweet kiss before saying, “Come on, let’s take a shower. Round two?”

You giggled, “You know it, rockstar.”

[jaggedhorseteeth]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 8

MASTERLIST

Jake x original female character, and introducing a tiny bit of Josh x original male character

word count: 1600+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Language, social drinking, vague mentions of questionable, probably unhappy childhoods, slight jealousy, insecurity, anxiety

When I was a kid and living in a small town in West Virginia, my brother and I made friends with a boy who lived down the road. The first time I saw him, he was burying something in the field across from our house. I think I scared him when I snuck up on him, asking what he was doing. He shied away, but when I promptly sat next to him and insisted on being nosy, he caved. He told me he was burying a dead bird he found in his yard; I remember thinking it was odd that he was so sad about it. Maybe that’s why we ended up being such good friends- we were both odd in some way.

Finn was two months younger than me, but he never attended school with me. Instead, his mother homeschooled him. I never met her, and anytime someone asked about his parents, he dodged the questions. Richie knew something was wrong there. Hell, even my barely present father knew something was wrong. As a child though, all I knew was that Finn spent an awful lot of time at our house, and he would find any excuse to not return home at night. There was a lot I didn’t know about the redheaded boy who always wore sweaters, even in the summer, and hated living in the small, rundown house at the end of the dirt road.

As we got older, we were practically inseparable. Luca would sometimes join us when he was well enough. And when Luca was gone, Finn was always there. He was the one that kept my head above water when I was drowning.

We grew into adults and went our separate ways, building our lives and doing our best to live them. He jumped at the opportunity to leave West Virginia and he didn’t look back. Of course, we kept in touch as much as our busy lives allowed, and when we saw each other again, it was as if no time had passed. We were always able to easily pick up where we left off. He was still, and always would be, the best friend I ever had.

I was sitting in the back room of the shop, munching on tacos that my wonderful boyfriend provided. I heard the bell above the door ding and Richie spoke to the person before calling for me to come out. I glanced at Jake before standing to go see what all the fuss was about, not knowing what to expect. But when I saw that very familiar face, complete with wavy red hair and a goofy smile, I let out an uncharacteristic squeal, making a running leap into a hug. He was taller than me, and I felt him lift me off the ground a few inches in a tight hug.

“Hey, kid. Missed you.”

Once back on the ground, I crossed my arms and gave him a look of faux annoyance. “Finley Dawson Carroway, why didn’t you tell me you were coming to town? And what do you mean ‘kid’? I’m older than you.”

“But I’m bigger than you.” He grinned and patted me on the head. Insufferable. “And I definitely don’t deserve the ‘full name’ treatment, Kya Marcela Castellano.”

I snorted at him and heard Jake chuckle behind me. “Fuck you. Anyways,” I motioned for Jake to walk over to us. “This is my boyfriend, Jake. And this is Finn, my best friend. We grew up together.”

The two men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I don’t think anyone else noticed, but Jake seemed slightly uncomfortable. I made a mental note to get to the bottom of that later. For now though, I wanted to catch up with my friend.

“What brought you to Nashville?”

“Got a new job. Something I’m actually really enjoying, and I get to travel.” He was beaming, proud of himself. “I’m doing a sort of marketing management for wildlife protection agencies. Right now I’m based in Colorado, but I’ll be doing some work with the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency.”

“That’s awesome. Right up your alley. How long are you staying?”

“At least a few weeks, but it could always get extended. They’re paying for a vacation rental, too, so I can’t complain.”

Finn was all smiles the whole time we talked. It warmed my heart to see him genuinely happy; I know it wasn’t easy for him to get to that point.

Jake was polite but quiet as we talked, and it was starting to make me nervous. It did nothing to quell the anxiety when he abruptly decided to leave, claiming he was late for plans with the band. I knew that was a lie, but I didn’t argue, just gave him a confused glance when he kissed me goodbye.

Finn eventually left too, not before making plans to hang out later, leaving Richie and I alone, save for a few lone customers browsing the aisles of records.

“Kya.” The way he said my name reminded me of when I was a kid, and he would catch me doing something I knew I wasn’t supposed to. “Now, I’m no expert, but I think your boyfriend’s a little jealous.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “That’s stupid. There’s no reason for him to be jealous of Finn.”

“I know that, and you know that. Does he?”

I wanted to immediately respond with, “Of course,” but I stopped and thought hard for a second. I had told Jake about Finn before, about my childhood friend and some of the trouble we got in together. It wasn’t like I ever hid texts, and I’d certainly never sent or received anything incriminating. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t. He… oh.” I remembered Josh’s words that night. Jake had been cheated on before by someone he loved. Maybe he was afraid it would happen again. Was he really misreading the situation like that? Did he not trust me, even after all this time?

“I’m… just gonna call him real quick.” Richie nodded his understanding, and I stepped away to the back room for some privacy. He answered right away, which was a good sign. “Hey, you. You okay?” I asked softly.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, let’s start with the ‘lying about plans and rushing out of here like you left the stove on’ thing.”

He was silent for a few moments, and it felt like such a long time that I thought he might have hung up on me. “Can I just say that I left the stove on?”

“Sure, as long as it’s followed by what’s actually on your mind.” I thought I’d nudge him along a little bit. “It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Finn, would it?”

He sighed into the phone. “No. Or… I don’t know. I just… should I be worried?”

“About?”

“You guys seem really close.”

I was starting to get annoyed, but I think I was doing an excellent job of keeping my cool. “We are close. He was my only friend for a long time in the shitty little po-dunk town we grew up in. But that’s it, Jake. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be worried. Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?”

“No,” he answered dejectedly. “You and him were never…?”

“Never. I never saw him like that. He was family to me. Besides, he’s not really my type.”

He snorted. “Oh, and what is your type?”

“Hm, I tend to be a sucker for the moody, jealous types. Ya know, the ones that play guitar and wear their sunglasses indoors.”

That pulled a laugh from him, a sound I never got tired of hearing. “I’m sorry. You must think I’m an idiot.”

“Sometimes, but you’re still my idiot.” There was that little laugh again. “So, tonight after work, let’s go out. Invite the guys. We can get drinks and you can get to know Finn. I think you’ll like him if you give him a chance.”

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Seated at a booth at our usual bar, some familiar song playing from the speakers, I sipped my drink as Finn conversated with the rest of the guys. Jake was friendly enough but judging from the grip he had on my leg under the table, he was still feeling a little possessive. I gave him credit for trying, though. I noticed Finn wasn’t drinking, and I assumed he had to get up early for work. He seemed to fall into the group with ease, finding plenty of common ground to keep the conversation afloat, especially with a certain curly-headed twin.

Josh stood to make his way to the bar for refills, taking everyone else’s orders to knock it out in one trip. Finn, quite enthusiastically, was the first to volunteer to help carry drinks. No one else seemed to notice, of course. I watched them as they stood at the bar, awfully close to each other. I don’t think they ever stopped talking, and Finn’s eyes were glued to the shorter man. Finn leaned over, speaking into Josh’s ear, sparking a laugh. But the deciding factor in confirming my theory was Josh reaching up to touch a strand of Finn’s hair that had fallen loose from his ponytail.

I nudged Jake and whispered in his ear, “Guess I was the wrong one to be worried about.”

“Huh?” He looked at me, confused, until I nodded towards the bar. The timing couldn’t have been better; Jake glanced at them just as Finn placed a hand on Josh’s hip. “Oh. So that’s a thing?”

“Yep.” After a few moments, we both broke out in laughter, earning some questioning looks from Sam and Danny. I’d let them figure it out on their own time.

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TAGLIST // let me know if you want to be added :)

@hollyco

[danieljreboot]

Friday Night Movie ... 'Elvis' with Austin Butler, Tom Hanks, and Kodi Smit-McPhee

Almost half a century after his untimely death on August 16, 1977, in Memphis, Tennessee, the dysfunctional relationship between Elvis Presley, The King of Rock 'n' Roll, and his long-time manager Colonel Tom Parker continues to stir controversy. To clear his name and set the record straight about his involvement with Elvis's rise to fame and career, a dying, penniless Parker awakens alone in a Las Vegas hospital room in 1997, with his mind filled with memories. As the colonel reminisces about their eventful, two-decade-long love/hate relationship, elements of Elvis Presley's story--from the singer's humble roots, Parker's first encounter with Presley in 1955, the influence of black music, country, gospel, and blues--unfold. On his deathbed, Tom Parker looks back on other pivotal landmarks of their career path, including Elvis's military service in West Germany, his focus on a new movie career, and the performer's marriage to Priscilla Presley. Of course, the former manager calls to mind Elvis Presley's return to live performances with the 1968 televised Christmas concert, Elvis: The Comeback Special (1968), the 5-year residency in the International Hotel, Las Vegas, and the last Nebraska concert on June 20, 1977, at the Pershing Municipal Auditorium, Lincoln. Elvis Presley rocked the stage in an unrivalled last performance on June 26, 1977, at the Market Square Arena in Indianapolis, only six weeks before his death.—Nick Riganas

My personal all-time favorite Elvis song ... chokes me up every.single.time ... "If I Can Dream" ...

🎶There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers walk hand in hand Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true Oh, why

There must be peace and understanding sometime Strong winds of promise that will blow away the doubt and fear If I can dream of a warmer sun Where hope keeps shining on everyone Tell me why, oh why, oh why won't that sun appear

We're lost in a cloud with too much rain We're trapped in a world that's troubled with pain But as long as a man has the strength to dream He can redeem his soul and fly

Deep in my heart there's a trembling question Still I am sure that the answer, answer's gonna come somehow Out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle, yeah And while I can think, while I can talk While I can stand, while I can walk While I can dream, please let my dream come true, oh

Right now, let it come true right now🎶

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023

Here’s a masterlist of all the Fics I have wrote/will write for my Halloween challenge. The aim was to post a fic a day for 10 days between 21st - 31st of October. All are song fics and not necessarily Halloween-themed. I’ll be updating the list as I go. Hope you like them🧡

Day One // Tennessee Orange

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 2407 Summary: I met somebody, he’s got blue eyes. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Two // Die From A Broken Heart

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1837 Summary: Was it ever really real if he don't feel like I feel? Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Three // Pieces

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1494 Summary: Baby, please release me, let my heart rest in pieces. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Four // Southern Boy

Fandom: RPF Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1455 Summary: Ain't nothing in the whole wide world like a southern boy. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Five // Stay With Me

Fandom: Daisy Jones x The Six Pairing: Daisy Jones x Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 1399 Summary: Guess it’s true I’m no good at a one-night stand. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Six // Good 4 U

Fandom: Daisy Jones x The Six Pairing: Graham Dunne x Original Female Character Rating: Mature Word Count: 4793 Summary: Maybe I'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Seven // I'd Lie

Fandom: RPF Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 3271 Summary: And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Eight // You Ain’t Woman Enough

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 4106 Summary: You’ve come to tell me something, you say I ought to know. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Nine // It Hurts Me

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader, Jerry Schilling x Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 7849 Summary: It hurts me to see him treat you, the way that he does. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Ten // Jess' Dad

Fandom: Gilmore Girls Pairing: Jess Mariano x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 2426 Summary: You know I really like Jess a lot but… Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Eleven // Little Bird

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin Rating: Mature Word Count: 4553 Summary: Walked down the aisle, breakin' my heart, lay down my pride, I know I gotta let you go. Song Link AO3 LINK

[wildbornsiren]

Bradley and Bob going to visit Bob’s family and it’s just so cute because they’re so welcoming and Bradley chokes up because it feels like home

Fe. Fe. FE. A brilliant explosion of color lined the road, the fall foliage on display everywhere he looked. Bradley glanced over at Bob, who was humming along with the song on the radio as he drove. One hand on the wheel, the other holding Bradley’s. Thumb smoothing over the back of his hand. It was still all so new, despite being together for nearly a year now, and when Bob asked him to come home to meet the family, Bradley panicked. Bob had put up with it all. The silence, the nerves, the eight million questions when Bradley decided that yes, he would go home with Bob to Tennessee. “You alright?”

The soft question startled Bradley out of his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s gorgeous out there.” “It’s gorgeous in here too.” Bob grins, and Bradley’s heart skips a beat. He squeezes Bob’s hand gently. “Last chance to back out,” Bob says softly, turning down a dirt road. “I’m ready.” The drive widens slightly, winding along. Immense pastures spread out as far as he can see, the sunset setting everything ablaze in shades of oranges and reds. There’s a slight dip in the road, Bob taking a hard right, the crunch of gravel giving way to concrete. The drive ends in a loop with a sprawling ranch house. Bob pulls up next to another truck. There’s a blonde woman, a child on her hip talking to man who has an identical child on his hip while two more race around the truck. “My sister Ellie, and that’s her husband Jeff.” Bob says softly. “The twins are in a Dr. Seuss stage and only answer to Thing One and Thing Two. The boy with the cowboy hat is Jensen, and the little girl is Aubrey.” “We like Jeff?” “We like Jeff.” Bob repeats. “Margret is on the porch, and her boyfriend is probably in the house.” There’s a blonde woman standing on the porch, laughing as three dogs escape out the front chased by two more children, a teenager following lazily after them. “The two little kids belong to my cousin.” Bob says, “They’re staying with momma while Rhett’s working the circuit. The teenager is Charlie, he’s Margret’s.” Bob startles when there’s a thump to his window, turning to see a third woman with her face pressed against the glass comically. “That’s Cassie.” Bob says as Bradley laughs, seeing the slow realization in her eyes that Bob isn’t alone in the cab of the truck. “You ready?” “Absolutely not.” Bradley says with a soft laugh, but he’s got his hand on the door release. His feet hit the ground, and there’s a moment of quiet. He can feel all eyes on him, taking his measure. And then Bob gets out of the truck. He slams the door closed, walking over to Bradley taking his hand. “Behave, all of you.” There’s another moment of silence, broken by a thunderous crash, or the call of a very large bird of prey, Bradley’s not sure. The two kids who had been running around the other truck turn and barrel straight into Bob, taking him down while the dogs, and two other younger children join in. “Ellie,” the woman with a toddler on her hip, offers her hand. They shake, and he grins. “Hold this,” She hands Bradley the toddler. “Robert Floyd you didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend?” Ellie takes a foot to her knee and she joins the dog pile as Cassie knocks into her. There’s a whole lot of wrestling and yelling and hysterical giggles. “Are you Thing One, or Thing Two?” Bradley asks the blond toddler who blinks brilliant blue eyes at him. The kid holds up two fingers, before there’s a tiny hand slapping against his mustache. “Pleased to meet you Thing Two.” Bradley murmurs and is rewarded with happy laughter. “It’s safer inside.” Jeff tips his head toward the house, Margret was moving down the stairs zeroed in on the mass of bodies rolling around in the dirt. They head up to the house, Bradley’s stomach rumbling when he smells something delicious coming from the kitchen. “Welcome to the chaos.” Jeff says with a smile. “Go find Nanna, tell her Uncle Bobby and his boyfriend are here.” He sets one twin down, and takes the other from Bradley. It’s warm and noisy, there’s toys strewn about, shoes piled up in the entry way. A television is playing cartoons, there’s music coming from the kitchen. Bradley feels his shoulders drop, the last bit of nerves evaporating from his belly. He hadn’t felt like this in years, and it was something that he had missed deep down in his cells. Home. The door bangs open behind them, bringing with it a gust of chilly autumn air. Bob’s draped on his back, Bradley supporting his weight, feeling himself blush when a soft kiss is pressed to his cheek. “Come on, let’s introduce you to Momma.”

[detectivebambam]

do you have any favourite words? things? poems? something you deeply love from the bottom of your soul?

oh you can't ask me these things I'm autistic

mountains, hiking, swimming in rivers, pretending that I don't live in an industrialized society

Lord of the Rings, and really any story or movie or media where good prevails

Tennessee -Goodnight, Texas

any song from Goodnight, Texas

lip gloss! i have i think 14 tubes of lip gloss and the number is rising

The Caged Bird - Maya Angelou

Apollo and Icarus, Orpheus and Eurydice, Achilles and Patroclus, any tragic love stories

Noah Kahan and Hozier

gender bending

my mommy and daddy

my dogs

my cousin

my brother

children! of all ages! just little guys learning how to love like the rest of us

outer space and the sky

poems written in the perspective of animals

The Book Thief aka best book ever ever

whenever people come together to uplift and spread hope and joy and kindness

country love songs

walking barefoot in the grass

angry or apocalyptic songs or poems

horror movies

history! especially the fact that the sole things that make us human (laughter, community, cooking) have stayed the same throughout all of history

"There's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for" -Samwise Gamgee

unglorified war poetry

spiderman especially Andrew Garfield

cowboy poems or songs. makes me feel at home <3

pigs, horses, dogs, cats, tigers, dragons, whale sharks, actually every species of shark

movies about real people

learning about my own history, even though it makes me sad that a lot of my culture was stripped away

summer: fruit, the sun, less clothes, no school

writing poems and fanfic and original stories even though sometimes they are bad

learning about and experiencing other cultures

mechanics, especially sheet metal and soldering. i love to build things

CLIMBING TREES ESPECIALLY BAREFOOT

"Return to the land. There is no meaning to be found in concrete and steel"

analyzing literature and poems

cargo pants i love cargo pants. especially my purple ones

skateboarding, weightlifting, gymnastics

that's all for now but i have a lot of love in my heart so i might make a part 2

[micamicster]

Country Boy Adam Parrish

I am a man of constant sorrow, I’ve seen trouble all my days

Sixteen Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford / Lubbock or Leave It - The Chicks / I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow - O Brother Where Art Thou Soundtrack / Born to Run - Emmylou Harris / I’m in a Hurry (And Don’t Know Why) - Alabama / I’m No Stranger to the Rain - Josh Turner (cover) / Adam Raised a Cain - Bruce Springsteen / Hello Walls - Willie Nelson (cover) / Passionate Kisses - Lucinda Williams / I’m so Lonesome I Could Cry - Hank Williams / I’m on Fire - Bruce Springsteen / Keep Me From Blowing Away - Linda Ronstadt / Fast Train - Solomon Burke / Desperado - Linda Ronstadt (cover) / Love Is a Wild Thing - Kacey Musgraves / Like the Rain - Clint Black / Look Heart, No Hands - Randy Travis / A Thing Called Love - Johnny Cash / When You Say Nothing at All - Keith Whitley / You Can Close Your Eyes - Linda Ronstadt / Carrying Your Love With Me - George Strait / Gentle on My Mind - Glen Campbell / I Walk the Line - Johnny Cash / In Spite of Ourselves - John Prine and Iris DeMent / Bird on Wire - Willie Nelson (cover)

Country Boy Ronan Lynch

I’m not big on social graces, oh I got friends in low places

If I Had a Boat - Lyle Lovett / Will the Circle Be Unbroken - Randy Travis (cover) / After the Gold Rush - Trio (cover) / Racing in the Streets - Emmylou Harris (cover) / The Seeker - Dolly Parton / I’m the Only Hell (Mama Ever Raised) - Johnny Paycheck / Friends in Low Places - Garth Brooks / Sunday Morning Coming Down - Johnny Cash / My Father’s House - Emmylou Harris (cover) / Whiskey River - Willie Nelson / Killin’ Time - Clint Black / Burn Me Down - Marty Stuart / Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash / Blue Moon - Elvis (cover) / Sweet Dreams (Of You) - Patsy Cline / I’m on Fire - Bruce Springsteen / Country Radio - Indigo Girls / Family is Family - Kacey Musgraves / Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers / Walk Through this World With Me - George Jones / Fishing In the Dark - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band / Blue Kentucky Girl - Loretta Lynn / You Belong to Me - Patsy Cline / Bird on Wire - Willie Nelson (cover) / Annie’s Song - John Denver

This isn’t sequel trilogy compliant simply because I have not finished those yet. As always this playlist, while not definitive, is 100% Correct. Source: my family is from the Shenandoah Valley

[mumblelard]

this week, i saw beaver sign at the lake. one of the original residents around here said there hasn't been a beaver in that lake since the eighties. i need to walk around to where some of the creeks feed in to see if i can find their lodge

i saw hundreds of dragonflies gathered, darting over the lawn at the park, and laughing little kids jumping off the swings to run through the middle of them

the sun got back to the spot where it hits the lightcatchers in my kitchen window and i got to watch boba leaping after the rainbows spinning on the walls

i got even more hung up on this ep of a little swedish girl sounds like she's singing angry kentucky sass into the built-in mic on a boombox

i had coffee poured over the last two fingers of salted caramel gelato left in the jar and it was delicious and also ridiculous

my oldest started looking at places in my neighborhood. she might be in walking distance soon and i am trying not to get too excited about it

but my kids' great aunt died from pancreatic cancer in colorado tuesday, hiding from her common law husband, instead of at home in the east tennessee town where she grew up. the kids still numb from their grandfather's death, not knowing how to feel

someone i used to love decided to remind me, unprompted, that they no longer love me

a new friend turned cruel and left, it would seem, forever

the windows closed against the uninterrupted heat and the hum of the air conditioner isolated me from the sound of the birds, the cicadas, people laughing on porches

i know what to do when it gets a hold of me. watch it but don't identify with it. don't give it thoughts to play with. don't give it a name. know that it always passes. keep doing all the things as if it's not here. this time, though, it wouldn't pass. not until i was sitting on the floor knowing for certain that this is the time it doesn't. then it let go. like it needed to me to know. now it's gone. oh well

[beingharsh]

General Mills, Inc. P.O. Box 9452 Minneapolis, Minnesota 55440 United States Dear Old El Paso, I am also old and was born thumbless. (And I have been to the cacti plains and stockyards of El Paso while SHOPPING alone.) Haggard. Lines on my face like a roadmap although no one these days knows how to read a roadmap, do they? Or how to name a bird, build a low tire fire, eat a charred cow with pocketknife, smell the stars, run a trotline, play a spoon, bang a gong, get it on, wrestle a wounded coyote to the ground, and so on. When I was a kid no one even gave us schoolbooks. You had to write your own book, at home, bind it yourself (mine was mostly sestinas about farm animals and made of cornstalks and barbed wire), and walk to school through THE DREADFUL VALLEY while pushing your books in a wheelbarrow. But I digress.   As most know by now, my wife was hit by lightning while skinny-dipping. I am RESPONSIBLE for numerous kids! Eight are mine but we HELP out others round these parts (over by the White River Bridge, eastside, respect). Weary is my forehead. Like everyone decent and good I know, we lost the farm. A corporation took it and gave it to Japan. I moved to Indiana and now commute to work outside Memphis, Tennessee as a janitor for a chemical company. Poorly paid and dangerous as TETRAHYDRAFURFURAN. Brimstone and greed. Starlings fly over and drop dead. One day my Camry exploded. We have an inside guy with OSHA and we get tips if they are coming for inspection, I'm sorry. I've seen a forklift take flight off a building and crush a secretary. We don't get BBQ, iced tea, or medical, not free. I could name the chemical company, but I will not. It rhymes with Poo Font. And HOW do I FEED all those kids? I'm glad you asked. Carp tacos. Five days a week. (We eat cattail reeds pulled from the marshy shoulder of highway 40 on weekends.) Each kid gets HALF a taco. This is how we survive, no, thrive. We are a happy family. We don't need money. Or TIME. We dwell within the prickly embrace, the bayonet and hammock, of love. It takes a village. Last Tuesday I got off work and briefly visited the burlesque shows of the greater Mississippi delta and the Tunica casinos for my WELLNESS and then drove to Indiana and called to the kids and opened the usual box of OLD EL PASO ESTABLISHED 1938 SOFT AND HARD TACO DINNER KIT. And for what? Despair. FIVE hard tacos, not the PROMISED 6! FIVE! (I am enclosing visual evidence.) Please disclose yourself. Please tell Brody why she had no dinner at all. Hold her tiny hand as her stomach guffaws in agony. I request an explanation and at LEAST one hard taco shell. Fair is fair. Unfair is unfair. I had to explain MENDACITY to Brody, not fun. She's only three and cries at the flick of a Bic lighter or the creak of kudzu in the night breeze or even the persistent odor of gasoline (or at missing meals). Honestly, I feel like I've lost my family. And my farm. Once again. Sincerely, S Lovelace 13497 W River Valley Road Yorktown IN 47396 United States

"Complaint: Old El Paso", Sean Lovelace

[rileyh20]

slight tw for child neglect? Sorry for the yap

my belief is that duke Mitchell was the really only present parent for mav because his mom was distant but when he was declared MIA and a traitor she became so depressed she literally didn’t take care of him at all. he wasn’t properly fed or nothing. he was so tired of it, he left. he couldn’t take it so he ended up running away at 13 when his mother wouldn’t even respond anymore, her mind so far away. he ended up riding in other people’s cars, walked for miles, and ended up so exhausted and so hungry in Tennessee, the place where Goose lived. he was 14 at the time, his birthday had passed and he didn’t even know. his grief in his father’s death translated to anger and he got so desperate for his father to approve of him even though he only knew him for a few years that he became a pilot. He discovered his love it because it gave him the freedom that he never had. It’s like giving a bird with clipped wings the ability to fly again, so he stopped looking for his approval; yet duke “menace” Mitchell’s legacy continued to haunt

Sobbing

Wahhh

[maki-matsurra]

May I please place a short series request with Tennessee cooper falling in love with a fellow thief (fem!reader plz). They keep accidentally meeting constantly before eventually starting to work together and ending up together (flirty rivals to lovers basically). Your short series are so unique and amazing, I’m very thankful for all that you do. We love you so much, keep up the fantastic work 👍

Hi! Thank you so much for your request!

YEEEEHAWWW! MY FIRST SHORT SERIES REQUEST! AND WITH BEST BOY TENNESSEE! I LOVE IT!

Thanks so much! I'll try and update this with new chapters as soon as I can! Hope you enjoy the first chapter though!

The fem!reader will be a raccoon as well! ^^

Outlaw Rivalry - Chapter 1

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The sun was beating down on Tennessee as he grinded again the railroad tracks, a confident smirk on his face. He was on his way to steal a new priceless gold pendant that was arriving today. He had been planning this score for weeks, and nothing was going to stop him from stealing it.

He spotted his destination coming up fast, so he quickly checked his cane to make sure it was loaded and ready to go before jumping off the rails and using the hook of his cane to swing across an electrical wire. He landed on the roof of a building, letting him have the perfect bird's eye view of the wagon that held the necklace.

He grabbed his binoculars out of his vest pocket and brought them up to his eyes, his tail swishing as he watched the two guards unpacking the merchandise, right on schedule.

But that was when he saw it, another raccoon with (F/C) fur, pointing their gun at the bodyguards, a mask over their face and their hat covering their head, so he couldn't get a good look at their mug, but what he could get a good look at, was the mysterious raccoon shooting the two bodyguards with no care in the world.

Tennesse's jaw dropped as he mumbled; "What in the..."

He couldn't finish his thought process as he watched the raccoon grab the necklace out of the case and make a run for it, causing him to quickly pack up his binoculars and give chase to them on the rooftops.

He had to admit, they were fast; But they had a slight disadvantage, they had to handle the busy streets of the town, but he had a clear path since he was on the empty rooftops, save for the gaps he had to jump, but he could clear them no problem.

Speaking of which, he made quite a large jump from a store to the saloon, which caused him to do a front roll, but he stuck the landing and run to an electrical wire. He jumped off of the building, and tightrope walked across the wire, watching and waiting for the right time to get the drop on them.

Literally.

He watched to see them passing right below him, which caused him to drop from his perch, right onto the other raccoon, causing other people around them to gasp and gawk at the pair. Tennessee cocked his gun and pointed it directly at the other thief's chest, a smirk on his face. "Sorry, partner. But I think you'll find this..."

He raised the piece of jewelry up with a finger; "Belongs to me. So I'll be taking it back~"

The other raccoon's (E/C) eyes widened as they growled, but as fast as he dropped down, he left. Running away from the crowd to try and find a way back onto the rooftops, or at least in the shadows on the hot, afternoon day.

He spotted a rain gutter up ahead, so with a smirk, he ran towards it, confident that he got another job well done, even though it started out more different than he expected.

That was until someone jumped onto his back and made him lean back completely, his face meeting the dirt as he was flipped onto his stomach, he coughed and glared as he noticed the thief taking off with the necklace once again.

"You wanna play dirty?" He asked, spitting some dirt out of his mouth and wiping it out of his eyes, glaring. He raised up his gun and clicked the safety off. "Let's play dirty."

He took aim, using his Crackshot technique to get the perfect aim onto the necklace, he took the shot, causing the thief to yelp and shake their hand as the bullet whizzed by, tossing the necklace behind them. Tennessee smirked to himself and began rushing to the piece of jewelry.

That was when the other raccoon grabbed their gun and held it out, pointing it at the outlaw, who retaliated and pointed his cane at them as well. It was silent as everyone scattered away from the street and the pair.

It was a standoff.

The pair continued to take slow steps towards the shiny piece of jewelry, tensions high, and their eyes locked onto each other. They were soon face to face, their guns still pointed at each other.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you take this necklace."

"... Well, jewelry is a girl's best friend~"

Tennessee's eyes widened in shock, completely caught off guard by the thief's voice, that he didn't notice the kick to his legs, causing him to trip and fall onto his back. Before he could get up, the thief placed their boot onto his chest, causing him to grunt and look up at them as they took their mask off.

It was a girl. A woman...

A very, very, attractive woman.

She smirked as she leaned down, close to his face. "Thanks for the fun time, sweetheart, but I believe this..."

The thief held up the necklace, letting the outlaw watch it gleam in the sun before she put it on herself. "Belongs to me. So, I'll be taking it back~"

She removed her foot from Tennessee's chest before running away, and just when he got up to a sitting position, he saw the female raccoon blow him a kiss before leaving out of sight.

He slightly blushed at the motion, but he soon smirked.

"Finally... A real challenge."

[inneedofalobotomy]

Zane Morgue

Chapter Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aliypop]

Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me : Chapter 2

Word Count: 2,454

Writers Note: Tis the season well near it, so I decided to get a head start. Also finally let me introduce you to Cecelia's parents! Finally.

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas is around the corner at the Valmos mansion where there's love and a bit of arguing and the Presleys are here can Elvis and Cecelia spread the holiday cheer?

Chapter 1

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Nashville, Tennessee, December 22nd, 1957

The Valmos house was finally quiet for once. Or so Elvis had thought. Next door to the room from his, all he could hear was, "Don't touch me..." Denise rolled her eyes at the man she once called her husband as he scooted over in the bed, "Denise... I'm not sleeping on the chase." he sighed, "And I refuse to share a bed with you." she turned over towards her lamp. Alfonso grumbled as he got under the covers, 

"You know I never wanted you to be here...."

"I never wanted to come back..." 

The tones in their voice were heartbroken at what the other one said. As the oak wood door opened with a soft creak, Elvis had hoped no one would've heard it. After hearing her parents argue, he'd pray that he and Cecelia would never fall out of love where they'd never get like that. Walking toward her room, he tried not to step on the squeaky floorboards until he stepped on one.

 "Oh shit..." he grumbled, hoping no one heard him,

"What was that?" Cecelia popped her head out her bedroom door. She had thought she'd seen a ghost until,

"OUCH!" 

"Elvis, Oh my God, are you okay!"

"Some right hook you got there." he laughed, holding his nose, 

"Why were you in the dark!" she pulled him into her room. Walking to her bathroom, she turned the hot water on, putting a rag under it for his nose. 

"Couldn't sleep without you, darlin. You've spoiled me."

"Is that so?" feeling his arms around her waist as he felt the fabric of her pink silk nightgown, "Mhmm... It is." he kissed her neck gently as she giggled, 

"Well, I couldn't sleep without you either." He put the hot cloth on his nose as he scrunched his face up. 

"Whys that?"

"Cause I love waking up to you." she walked him to her bed. Taking the rag off his nose. Watching him sit down, she stood between his legs and kissed his nose. 

"Now you should feel better."

"I always feel better when your kissin me, doll." He laughed,

"Would you like to feel a lot better?" she asked, pushing him down gently. Elvis blushed as he felt Cecelia lift his pajama shirt and give him loud Raspberry kisses, her fingers tickling his ribs as he squirmed around. His hand found her thigh and began to get her right behind her knee as she fell over next to him and laughed. Scooping Cecelia in his arms, his blue eyes were gazing into her hazel eyes. 

"Darlin..."

"Yes, my Teddy Bear?"

"Promise me something?"

"Okay..."

"Promise me when we're our parent's age. Promise we'll still be in love."

"I promise." she was lying on his chest as he kissed her forehead, "My favorite pillow..." she muttered as he wrapped his arms around her.

In the morning, the birds chirped, and the smell of breakfast filled the air. Cecelia played her Dean Martin record, ready for the morning festivities. Which was having to hear her mother and father do an in-home interview, and she'd smile and be this good girl for the image of the label and the record company and pretend they didn't just glare at each other. Flattening out her Santa-themed pencil skirt dress, she leaned over to where Elvis was lying as she whispered, 

"I'll be downstairs doing an interview."

"Mmhmm..." he rolled over. 

"Your clothes are in my closet."

"Closet got it..." he mumbled.

She then put on her red heels and went downstairs. "Mornin Daddy," she kissed his cheek, "Morning, Mother," she hugged her as Denise looked at her, 

"That dress and the red lipstick..."

"I can take it off if you'd like ..."

"No, keep it. If you want to look like a woman of the night." 

"I was going based on my album for the interview," she mumbled, putting the plate of food on the table, 

"Where did Mr. and Mrs. Presley go?"

"They went to the store. They'll be back." Alfonso said as he looked at Denise, smiling at her, 

"Speaking of Presley's your uh friend Elvis, how's he doing?"

"He's still asleep. He doesn't get much of it with Tom Parker around." she smiled.

Soon after, all the camera crew had set up shop in their living room, and Cecelia was sitting next to the tree as her parents were on the couch, snuggled nice and cozy, and talking about their cover of Baby It's Cold Outside. 

"We've been married for so long. That the chemistry is still there." Denise smiled. Cecelia couldn't tell if it was genuine or not.

"Is it true you two are separated?"

"Separated from this ol girl, never!" Alfonso smiled as he kissed Denise's hand, and she slowly glared at him. Cecelia sighed, hoping maybe someone would acknowledge her existence.

"Cecelia, tell us your Christmas album! Not only do you have Little Richard. And BB King duets you, but The Elvis Presley! On Jingle Bell Rock, how did you manage that?

"Well, you know Aaron Pres. We go way back to the Hayride, we got noticed at the same time and. We're great friends really and...." The stairs creaked as the attention turned to Elvis, who was rubbing his eyes still from sleep and halfway dressed, 

"Hey Nel, is breakfast read..." he paused as he slowly went back upstairs, Cecelia chuckling as her parents were fuming in anger, 

"Like I said, we go way back."

When the interview had finished, Cecelia walked upstairs toward him. He was in the music room, tickling the ivories. "You could've told me there was an interview."

"I did." She sat next to him. He groaned, looking at her as he played the familiar tune Baby It's Cold Outside and sang.

"You could have just said..."

"But, baby, I told you what was going on down there..."

"I was half asleep in bed." 

"But, baby, I thought you were listenin up there."

"This mornin has been embarrassing."

"At least you didn't freeze up there like ice." 

Cecelia then took over the melody, giggling.

"My mother's pissed off and worried."

"Well, cause I ran off in a hurry,"

"My Daddys probably pacin the floor."

"I don't wanna hear it anymore."

Cecelia then laid her head on his shoulder as she looked into his blue eyes and kissed his nose, and he scrunched it up and giggled.

"I'm sorry about today..."

"Baby, can you forgive me and say you're okay." 

The two burst out in laughter. Gladys was passing by as she heard the two singing together. They really did make quite a good pair. As the door opened, the two jumped, 

"It's just me." Gladys shook her head at the two, 

"Sorry, mama, we were uhm..."

"About to kiss like you were last night?" she glanced at them,

"How'd you know, Mrs. Presley."Cecelis blushed hard,

"You two ain't really good at hiding much."

"W-We..."

"Cecelia dear, you're wearing an Elvis Brooch with your scarf there." Cecelia blushed at Gladys. She was right. Cecelia and Elvis were horrible at hiding their relationship, but they didn't care. They were soulmates in love. She could definitely see wedding bells soon with the two of them. 

"CECELIA!"

Taking a deep breath, it was her que to come back downstairs. 

"You got this, darlin."

"Thanks, Pres."

"We don't need mistletoe..." Denise sighed,

"Yes, we do,"

"No one's getting kissed under it..." Denise responded to Alfonso, "Cecelia can hardly keep a date."

"That's not true..." Cecelia mumbled as she walked down the stairs, "And I think we should do Mistletoe. It's romantic." she shrugged as both her parents looked at her, "Or if you don't, that's fine." she sat down as she looked at her heels, 

"So I wanted to tell you some-"

"Shit... Damn, thornes..." Alfonso said as Denise ran to his side to check his finger and a bead of blood rolling down as she took him to the kitchen to rinse it off. 

 She remembered growing up with them being that loving, and they'd look into each other's eyes and would show how much they cared for each other. They'd never argue, fuss, or fight. Cecelia wanted that again with them. 

"You okay..."

"Yeah, Thanks Nese."

"You're welcome, dear... Uh Alfonso," she scurried off,

"I'll go to the attic and. Uh, get the Garland," Alfonso blushed, walking away. Later that afternoon, Vernon, Gladys, Alfonso, and Denise were downstairs catching up as Cecelia and Elvis were outside on the porch swing in the cold. Cecelia had her head on his lap as she looked up at him. Lost in thought, she was taking in every angle of his face, every detail of his lashes, even the way his original hair color was peaking through slowly. 

"You okay..."

"Hmmm... Yeah."

"Elvis..."

"Cecelia." he looked down at her and kissed her forehead, "I'm fine."

"Well... Do you wanna play tag?" she smirked,

"Let's see..."

"You're it!" Cecelia laughed as she rolled off him and ran, "Why you little!" he laughed, running after her as if they were school-age children again. Elvis was getting out of breath with the brisk, thin winter air. Cecelia was fast, but she was also in heels. He just needed to focus on when to pounce and 

"Gotcha!"

Cecelia was under him laughing. Just a bit of dirt in her hair as she rolled over and was on top of him, "Hi there, cutie." she giggled as he leaned in to kiss her. Alfonso and Denise were watching in the window while Gladys and Vernon laughed at their playfulness. They were in love, and everyone could see it. "Oh, you got some dirt on your face, darlin." her iconic pink nails were on his soft cheeks. 

"You're going to spoil me rotten."

"Isn't that my job to Mr. Presley?"

"It's my job to spoil you, too, Ms. Valmos." he chuckled. Leanin into her again until they heard a bit of shouting, 

"HEY CECE GUESS WHO I FOUND!"

Elvis and Cecelia looked at each other, knowing it was Rosa screaming from the top of her lungs. Helping her up, Cecelia took a deep sigh. Seeing her friend and bandmate come across the corner of her yard with-

"Not him..." Elvis noticed how her body froze, and the air became tense, 

"Cecelia, you okay..." his body in front of hers. 

"Mhmm..." She gulped,

"My Lia..."

"Anthony..." she gulped.

 Anthony Rodgers, what could Cecelia say about him except that he broke her? He took every cent of love she had and cashed it out to a new girl, told her she was too much, and yet she loved him so, kept her crying, and yet she'd give him the world. Why on earth would Rosa bring him here? 

"And who's this sleaze?" he laughed

"This Sleaze," Cecelia started her sentence,

"Elvis Presley," he smirked, "Her fiance, maybe you uh heard of me." those blue eyes had a dark storm, and it made Cecelia feel something. 

"Oh, the Hillbilly from where again." Anthony joked as Cecelia grit her teeth. Elvis was as calm as a cucumber, but Cecelia was shaking in her heels. 

"That's enough, Anthony, It was nice to see you but Elvis and I are going back insi-"

"Does it upset you? You had to stoop this low, being a floozie," before Elvis could even react, Cecelia's fist was retracting from the guy's eye. 

"IF I EVER CATCH YOU ROUND, MY YARD AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" storming back into the house like a whirlwind. Cecelia ran upstairs into her room. She slammed the door and screamed as her body heaved. Why would Rosa do that? She was there for all the pain and misery that he brought her, 

"Well... Merry Christmas..." Rosa said, standing outside with Elvis,

"Rosa..."

"I'll..."

Elvis heard the scream, almost like Captain Marvel Jr. hearing someone in danger taking off. Elvis followed the sound until it led him to Cecelia. He didn't care what her parents thought. Elvis needed to make sure she was okay. Bursting into her room, he saw her on the floor crying. Her mascara was running, and she looked distraught. 

"Baby, are you okay..."

"Elvis... I'm sorry you probably hate me now, or somethin..."

"Shush, C'mere, and let me hold you." Cecelia ran into his arms as she sobbed loudly into his chest, 

"I-I-I-I don't want to h-hu-hurt anyone..." taking her chin in his hands, Cecelia looked up at Elvis. He had been the most in love with her that he'd ever been, 

"Well, baby, let me take care of ya." he kissed her knuckles, 

"But what about your babies?"

"I can take care of them too, but my concern is you," he smiled at her, 

"Elvis, I'm not that important." she looked down. Her self-doubt was creeping in. He'd seen it so many times,

" Little darlin, you're so important to me that I-I- can't think straight around ya an-and When you're gone, I get lonely." he smiled, "One day, you're gonna live in Graceland for good, and you're gonna be Mrs. Presley cause you're so damn important to me."

"I already practically live at Graceland..." she joked,

"Keyword practically, I'm talkin permanently." he kissed her lips. The kiss was sweet and tender, bringing back the color in her frozen cheeks. 

"Mrs. Cecelia Shanel Presley has a nice ring to it." she looked up at him,

"It just might have a ring to it yet," he mumbled under his breath,

"What was that?" 

"You got ah-a taste for uh milkshakes yet?" he tried to cover it up,

"I could go for a Milkshake," she smiled,

"There's that smile I adore." he pinched her cheeks as she laughed, 

"You stay here. I'll go change." When Cecelia had finished pulling herself together, she'd walked out wearing a custom Elvis Poodle skirt and 

"Is that my Green Sweater..." he laughed,

"Maybe..." she laughed as he tied her shoes for her. 

"You look cuter in it." he held her close, "But ain't the skirt too much if we're hiding our relationship ..." 

"Eh, made by Dior..." she shrugged, giving it a spin, "Besides, It's good press. " she laughed, knowing she never cared about all that Jazz.

"I thought it was because you were a big fan of your boyfriend." he gave her another peck on the lips,

"That too... Mr. Houndog."

"Mhmm... Thought so, Lady Elvis."

"This just came in. We're getting word that Elvis Presley has been spotted here in Nashville With Cecelia Valmos Elliston Place Soda Shop, Where she was spotted in an Elvis Poddleskirt."

"Your folks don't listen to the radio, do they..." Elvis groaned, driving her teal 57 metropolitan.

"We'll find out and see..."

[because-she-goes]

new york wedding

warnings: none, just more tooth achingly sweet wedding fluff, this time from Matty’s POV. Enjoy!

Dear Wife,

Today it is only you and I. It is a delightfully sunny, warm spring day in New York. Your perfect day. Flowers in bloom, breeze in the air, birds all around. Theres the regular New York chatter that I don’t know how you ever fell asleep to, sirens blaring, cop cars driving by, people talking too loudly at the walk down the street.

We are in your hometown just about to elope at the MOMA. A place you have loved since being a child and your favorite of the New York Art Museums. I can recall you saying once at the beginning of our story that you loved the idea of being surrounded by some of the most beautiful things in the world while professing the most beautiful words you could ever speak.

I couldn’t agree more. Today was a dress rehearsal of sorts for the larger, Manchester wedding we have been planning for months. I can’t wait to marry you, my sunflower.

You are the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, the light of my life. It is incomprehensible to me how I got this lucky. To be able to call myself Your Husband for the rest of my days. To be able to wake up next to you and bring you your coffee in bed for every morning here on out. To be able to fall asleep to your heartbeat and breathing for every night for eternity.

I truly am the luckiest man on the planet, the luckiest man to ever exist in human history.

I love you more than I could even fathom. More than I could ever describe to you in writing. I would need every word in every language to be able to say it properly. You have bewitched me body and soul, Nora.

You are warm and sweet, everything I could imagine in a perfect partner. I know I don’t tell you a lot about my past lives, but you truly saved my life and caught me when I was at my most raw and vulnerable.

You kept me on the straight and narrow and helped me along my journey of sobriety. I could never thank you enough for that, for being such a phenomenal guiding light in those dark days.

You are smoother than any whiskey, more intoxicating than any high. You consume my every thought and feeling from the minute I first wake up to the last minute before I fall asleep. And even then, my dreams are entirely composed of you.

I can’t even tell you the amount of times I have dreamt of you being my wife, of our domestic life, of our future children.

I am so enamored by you, by your talent, by your passion. Whenever you speak, it is like birds are singing. Whenever you are in your studio and working, I am floored by your creativity and ability to create the most dazzling images I have ever seen simply just by thinking of them and executing it. Whenever you take me to an art museum or gallery or buyer event, I am just reminded of how intelligent and fascinating you are. Every day, I learn more about you and every day I fall deeper for you.

I cannot wait any longer to grow old with you, Honey. I will meet you up there, I’ll be the one in the suit.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

For eternity,

You Handsome. Your Matty. Your Husband.

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all-you-can-eat buffet for the birds today after the storm. on our walk we heard:

-gnatcatcher

-carolina wren

-indigo bunting

-barred owl!

-blue jay

-cardinal

-4 kinds of warblers (tennessee, bay-breasted, yellow-rumped, cape may)

-chickadee

-goldfinch

-red-bellied woodpecker

-chimney swift

-starling

-grackle

-crow

-robin

-wood thrush

-nothern parula

-northern flicker

-red-shouldered hawk

-house finch

-song sparrow

-red-winged blackbird