#graceland tv series

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi.

I have a request: an imagine or 2 with 2 of Aaron Tveit's characters (mike warren and enjolras).

Different and separate stories. I don't see enough fluff with mike x reader. And enjolras, a lot but nothing new with Aaron's.

Could you write something if eponine had joined les amis? And for mike, let's say his high school sweetheart came to graceland for a visit when she heard the news about mike working there.

Sorry for being long. But thank you.

A/N: Hi! This is the story with Mike Warren, I love Eponine and Enjolras SO much but I only write x reader stories :)

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You were taking your dog on his daily walk along the beach when you saw someone run towards you. You couldn’t put your finger on it but there was something strangely familiar about him, something that only registered with you once he had run past.

‘Mike!’ you called out subconsciously, making the guy freeze before turning around a frown on your face. It was only then that you’d realised that you’d been right. Standing in front of you was Mike Warren, your High School sweetheart who you hadn’t seen since graduation, just before he left to go for the FBI Academy.

‘(Y/N)?’ he replied, squinting in the sun as he took a couple of steps towards you. The moment he realised it was you, his face broke out into a grin and he closed the remaining distance between you both, picking you up and spinning you around, the both of you laughing when he set you back down. ‘What’s it been? 5 years?’ he asked, the grin not leaving his face as he looked at you.

‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it,’ you replied, grinning back at him. ‘How long have you been in California?’

‘I moved out here about a month ago, I live in that place there,’ he said, pointing to a house sitting directly on the beach. ‘It’s called Graceland.’

‘What? Like Elvis’ house?’ you asked, laughing lightly as you took in the house.

‘Yeah, like Elvis’ house,’ he agreed, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. ‘Did you want to come and take a look around?’

‘I’d love to,’ you said before you felt a tug on the lead you were holding. ‘Is it okay if I bring him along?’

‘Sure!’ Mike exclaimed, kneeling down to pet the dog, ‘what’s his name?’

‘Miles.’

‘I love that name,’ he said before standing back up and facing you. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Lead the way.’

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‘This place is amazing,’ you exclaimed, standing in front of the floor to ceiling window that looked out onto the beach. ‘I can’t believe you get to live here!’

‘Perks of being in the FBI,’ Mike joked, walking up to you and handing you a cup of coffee. ‘It’s really good to see you.’

‘Yeah, you too,’ you replied, looking over at him as you took the cup from his hands, wrapping your fingers around it. You looked over to see Miles curled up on the sofa. ‘He looks happy.’

‘He does. Could be a sign that you two should come round here more often.’

‘You’d want that?’

‘Of course I would!’ he said, setting both of your drinks on the side before turning to face you, taking your hands in his. ‘If you think about it, we never actually broke up, I never wanted to, we just, kind of, lost contact. So, if you’d let me, I’d really like to take you out on a date and see if there’s anything still here between us. Because I think there is.’

You looked at him for a few seconds before letting a soft smile grace your lips. Leaning forward you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

‘Yeah, I’d like that too.’

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[sissylittlefeather]

Role Play: Epilogue

A/N: I ended this series before I could write my favorite role play idea. Solution? EPILOGUE. Y'all know I love a good epilogue. Anyway, enjoy this fluffy, smutty, pure-fun romp!

(@ccab this one is for you 😉)

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.5k

In the spring of 1972, a year after Elvis declared his love for you in the rain, he asks you to move into Graceland. Priscilla moved out earlier that year after she realized you weren't a fling that was going away any time soon. He hated that she took Lisa Marie, but otherwise he didn't mind her moving out. He was ready to take your relationship to the next level anyway. You'd been spending as much time together as possible, so him moving you into his house just made sense.

On your first night there together, he puts you to work in his kitchen again. You're happy to roll your sleeves up and give him directions. This time you make a lasagna and manage to keep your hands off each other long enough to get it into the oven. But when he puts you on the counter, rips your panties off, and drops his face between your thighs, you decide that moving in is the best decision you've ever made.

He pushes his tongue into your slit and you throw your head back and run your fingers in his hair. He licks up either side of your clit and then drags his tongue across it hard.

"Mmm fuck yes, Elvis." You hiss as he continues working his mouth on you. He slides two fingers into you and pumps them in and out as moves his tongue on your clit. He can feel your walls flutter as your orgasm approaches and he pulls back and whispers.

"Let go, baby. Cum for me like you always do." You whimper and he goes back to licking you as your orgasm rushes through your veins like starlight. You tighten your grip on his hair and he moans into you. Finally, you come down from your high and he pulls back, wiping his mouth with his hand. He stands up, shaking his hair from where you had your hands in it. You go for his belt just as the timer for the lasagna goes off.

"Mmmm noooo..." He whines, pulling you in close to him and kissing you deeply.

"Babe, I have to get the lasagna out." You moan as he kisses down your neck, nipping at you gently. He squeezes your hips and then backs up. You hop off the counter and run your hand up his hard dick, tucking it under his belt for him. He groans and kisses the top of your head.

"I'll get mine after dinner. I have a role play idea for us anyway."

"Ooh, I'm intrigued."

"You should be." You grab some oven mitts and pull the lasagna out as he grabs a couple of plates for you.

******

After dinner, you make your way to the TV room, and he runs upstairs for a bit. When he comes back down, he plops onto the couch and pulls your feet into his lap. He rubs them casually as something plays on all three screens.

"That feels good." You lean your head back and he smiles.

"Would you like me to keep going?"

"What do you mean?"

"Here. Come with me." He stands you up and guides you up the stairs to the bedroom that you now share. He takes you in the bathroom where he has set up the bathtub with candles and rose petals.

"Is this what you were doing?"

"It is. Do you like it?"

"I love it!" He undresses you and helps you into the tub. Once you're settled, he disappears and comes back with a glass of champagne.

"Now, you just relax here, honey, and I'll get everything else ready."

"There's more?"

"I told you it's a role play." He winks and walks out of the bathroom.

You lay in the tub with your glass of champagne for about twenty minutes before he comes back wearing a robe. His excitement is palpable and you can tell he's been planning this for a while.

"Ma'am, your massage is ready whenever you are."

"My massage?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be your masseur this evening." You smile and stand up out of the tub. He turns around nervously, like he's never seen you naked before. "Oh! The towels are over to your left. I'll just... I'll go back in there and wait for you to get ready."

"Elvis!" You laugh and he clears his throat.

"Ma'am, I'm just a humble massage boy. I-I-I'll be in there." Then, he walks out of the room. He's committed, you have to give him that.

When you get into the room, he's got the bed turned down for you to lay on and soft music playing in the background. You notice a bottle of massage oil on the nightstand.

"Just lay down on the bed and I'll get started, ma'am." You unwrap the towel you had around you and lay face down on the bed.

"Okay, I'm ready." He walks up behind you. "But I have a request."

"Yes ma'am?"

"I need you to take that robe off."

"That seems a little unprofessional..." You look at him slyly.

"I promise I'll give you a good tip. Now, robe off." He tries to suppress a smile as he takes the robe off, leaving him as naked as you are. He looks down at you on the bed, your body beautiful in front of him. For a second, he considers abandoning the role play and jumping on top of you, but he doesn't. Instead, he gathers some massage oil and begins to run his hands along your back. You groan at the sensation of his strong hands on you, wondering how long you'll both be able to stand being naked and so close together.

His touch is firm but gentle as he massages your back, moving his hands a little lower with each pass. Eventually, he's just rubbing his hands on your ass sensually and you feel his erection where it rests on your thigh. Your center is absolutely dripping with his proximity and the feeling of his hands on you. You long to feel some part of him inside you. Seemingly reading your mind, he moves his hands lower and begins to massage your thighs, running his hands up the inside of them, teasing your clit with his fingertips as he goes. You whimper a little and spread your legs open. Finally, after what feels like an excruciating amount of time, he runs one hand up your thigh and slides a finger into you. Between the massage oil and your wetness, his finger glides easily in and out. He adds a second finger and you notice he only has one hand on you. You look back over your shoulder and realize he's stroking himself as he fingers you, the massage oil making it easy for him to move his hand back and forth.

"And you said I was asking you to be unprofessional."

"Mmm, sorry, ma'am, you're just such a beautiful woman." He whispers as he continues to pump his cock and finger fuck you.

"You don't need to apologize. Just come over and finish what you've started. And I don't mean the massage." You smirk at him over your shoulder and he pulls his fingers out of you. He climbs onto you and lines the tip of his dick up with your entrance. As he pushes into you, you both groan. He kisses your shoulder and leans his forehead against your back.

"Fuck, honey, that's so good."

He begins to pump in and out of you, fucking you deeply with long strokes. He grabs the back of your hair and pulls so that he can kiss your cheek over your shoulder. Then, he pushes up and grabs the headboard with one hand and your hip with the other, driving into you passionately from behind. You whimper with each thrust, the pleasure almost overwhelming you.

After another few minutes of pounding you in this position, he pulls out and rolls over on his back. You climb on top of him, a knee on either side of his hips, and sink down onto his dick.

"God, I love your pussy." He moans as you begin to roll your hips into him, pushing him deeper and deeper.

"Mmm I love your cock." You moan in reply. Then, he grabs the side of your face and pulls you down to him, kissing you emphatically.

"I love you." He whispers when he pulls back from the kiss.

"I love you, too." He kisses you again and then wraps his other arm around you, slamming into from underneath. His hips meet yours over and over as he thrusts until you both tumble headfirst into waves of pleasure while you pulse and flutter around him and he shudders and pumps a few more times weakly.

When your combined orgasm fades, you roll off of him and lay next to him, sweating and panting. He grabs your fingers and brings them to his lips.

"I'm so glad you're here." He turns his head to look at you. You meet his eyes and smile.

"Me too."

"Welcome home, baby." He turns and wraps himself around you, kissing your cheek. "I'm so glad I met you."

You sniff a little and hold back the tears. How did you get here? You don't know, and frankly you don't care. You belong in his arms and you intend to stay here as long as he'll let you.

******

The End

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[headfullofpresley]

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 4K

Summary: After doing Vogue's “Life in Looks” and reminiscing on your life with Elvis and Caroline, your late husband makes sure you and your daughter know he's still around.

Warning(s): life after losing a spouse, lil bit angsty, inaccurate timelines etc, doesn't follow timelines of other fics including Caroline, set in the late 90s bc i felt like it (just pretend life in looks is on tv or smth lol), reminiscing about a deceased spouse, flashback, bit of spiritual stuff (i still wanted him to be in this lol ☻), Elvis' death is not described here or whatsoever.

A/N: so, i usually never write about elvis not being among us anymore but ofc... i got carried away. the ending is kinda silly, but i thought it was cute. this was requested by my dear @rosepresley and even though it turned out a little different, i hope you'll still enjoy it, love! <3

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While your husband was known to the world as The King and many other titles, to you he was just Elvis.

Even though the anniversary of his death ticked on twenty years now and you had given the loss a place, there wasn’t a day that you didn’t think about him or didn’t miss him.

Caroline was only nine when her father passed and even though nobody would ever forget him, you and your now twenty nine year old daughter worked hard to keep his legacy alive.

While still living at Graceland, which felt a lot emptier without your husband there, you’d make sure events would be held on the property which fans could be a part of – the Christmas lights ceremony during the holidays, sometimes even small concerts held for charities right in your front yard. At times, fans would still linger outside the gates–mostly on the day he had passed or during his birthday week–and you could spend hours out there talking to them.

While you weren’t always happy with the lack of privacy when being out with Elvis or having fans outside your house in the dead of the night, you felt like you owed the attention to them now. You were aware that you didn’t, but these were the people that loved when you talked about the man they looked up to – probably more than anyone.

Aside from that, you were still being asked for interviews and press as well. You loved talking about Elvis and your life with him, but you were still careful as to who exactly you told those stories to – you had declined enough interviews and TV specials in the past, as did Caroline, because you were both aware how the media could twist your words and make up their own story which they knew would sell better.

When Vogue asked you for their ‘Life in Looks’ series, you were doubtful at first. This meant you’d have to talk more so about yourself rather than Elvis, but Caroline reminded you how much you loved fashion and Vogue in particular. You had a trusty subscription of the magazine, getting most of your inspiration from it when it came to your sense of style. Your daughter always assured you that it would be okay for you to talk about yourself rather than about Daddy only and you knew she was right.

Despite your entire life having revolved, and still revolving, around Elvis, you were still your own person.

He would want you to do this, especially since he made big fashion statements himself back in the day and he loved dressing you up and picking out your outfits for you.

 

 

“Just pretend we’re not here, mrs. Presley. Take all the time you need,” one of the editors smiled at you as she stood besides the camera, another girl with a Vogue lanyard around her neck placing a big white photobook in front of you. “We’ve included fifteen looks for the day but we have more pictures at hand, so if you don’t feel comfortable telling about some, we can change them up a little,”

You smiled brightly, nodding your head as you let one of the stylists fix a lock of your hair, making sure it laid perfectly over your shoulder. You knew what to do because you weren’t foreign to the concept and had seen other people doing it, but you couldn’t help but be a little nervous.

Caroline stood on the side, putting her thumbs up as she smiled brightly – ever the supportive daughter.

You chuckled softly and shot her a wink, crossing your legs under the table you were sat at as you looked at the camera. As you got the cue they were rolling, you planted a bright smile on your face, manicured nails tracing the corners of the book in front of you.

“Hi Vogue, I’m Y/N Presley and this is my Life in Looks,” you told the camera happily, although making sure not to overdo your enthusiasm.

You continued on as you were told to do, knowing that they could cut and edit the taping it was meant to be shown to the public.

You opened the book, your smile growing a little as the first picture was of you being taken out on your first date with Elvis – he wasn’t shown in the picture, because this was mostly about you and the outfit you were wearing in the picture.

“The hair,” you pointed out, laughing softly as you tapped your nail against your very extravagant hairdo. It was all high and teased, and very out there. “This was in 1960, during our first date at the fair. He rented out the place like he usually did and I remember the air being so humid, even at night, I was not having a good time with this much hair,” you chuckled, remembering how you’d complain to Elvis how you wished you would’ve kept your hair down.

He assured you you looked gorgeous, even with the sheen of sweat on your forehead. You had known Elvis since before he served in the army, so you weren’t ashamed when he pointed it out. Before he became the love of your life, he was your best friend first.

“This little dress came out of my very own closet. I don’t even think it was a brand, but I was obsessed,” you giggled, looking at the camera. Sneakily catching Caroline’s eye, a smirk tugged at your lips. “She doesn’t like me saying this, but Caroline wore this dress on the first date she went on,” you whispered and your daughter gasped soundlessly, muffling a chuckle in the palm of her hand.

You smiled happily as you turned the page, talking the viewers through a few more pictures that were taken of you at the airport and so on, reminiscing happily about the day it was taken and about what you were wearing. Even though this interview was specifically cathered to you, you still talked about Elvis during pretty much every picture but you didn’t care – and neither did the crew.

This man had been your entire life. The only man you had ever been with. How could you not talk about him?

Your heart skipped a beat as you turned the page and looked right at a wedding picture of you and Elvis.

“Oh, this was such a big day for us. Our wedding day,” you smiled lovingly at the camera before looking back down, your finger tracing Elvis’ face in the picture. The camera above your head made sure to catch it. “Charlie Hodge, who as you all might know worked for Elvis, went with me to go dress shopping because people would recognize me going into stores and then they’d find out there would be a wedding,” you laughed softly, looking at the camera as you placed your hands neatly on the table underneath the book. “I put on a little disguise and me and Charlie pretended to be the ones getting married – nobody recognized us,”

Caroline’s cheeks were aching with how big she was smiling, her hands clutched firmly against her chest. She always loved hearing you talk about your life with her father before the time she was born and she could see how much you were enjoying it.

“I picked this dress because it was very lightweight and feminine, and it matched perfectly with Elvis’ suit,” you looked at the picture again, smiling fondly at the smiling face of your husband in the picture before turning the page once more.

 

After talking about your honeymoon for a little bit, Caroline knew what was coming and she giggled softly as she watched you pout at the camera, tapping the picture of you and Elvis while holding little baby Caroline in your arms. It was taken only a few hours after you had given birth, but dressed in a pink dress and your hair teased to perfection, it looked far from a woman who had nearly broke her husband’s hand hours before.

“Look at that face, that’s a happy dad,” you grinned as you pointed out Elvis’ face, who was smiling cutely as he looked at Caroline in your arms while you sat on the bed. “He couldn’t believe he had a child and you can clearly see that on his face. I think a lot of men are like this, but he was afraid to hold her – terrified. I was never allowed to leave his side when she’d be in his arms because he was so scared that he’d drop her,” you laughed, the memories flashing before your eyes.

 

“El, you won’t hurt her, I promise you,” you laughed as you sat on your knees on the bed, baby Caroline sleeping safe and sound in your arms, Elvis propped up against the headboard of the bed.

He was in his underwear, wanting to try the method of holding his baby girl against his bare chest because he read in one of your parenting books that it’d help to steady the bond between child and father.

You had forgotten about the books long ago, because as soon as you held Caroline in your arms for the first time, motherhood came natural to you. Elvis would read them every night in bed, because he wanted to make sure to become the picture perfect father.

You didn’t give him time to back out of it, moving closer to him on your knees in a slow pace as you handed Caroline to him, making sure to put her in a supported position. He placed a gentle hand under her head, his other on her tiny back as she laid comfortably in his arms, pressed against his chest.

The room was just the right temperature but you could see that the baby who was only wearing a diaper immediately enjoyed the warmth radiating off Elvis’ chest when their skins touched. She bawled her tiny hands into fists before sprawling her little fingers, her eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Stay with me, honey,” he told you with a soft hint of panic on his tongue, making sure you wouldn’t leave his side as he held Caroline.

You laughed softly and nodded, sinking further in the mattress as you mimicked his position and sat next to him. You smiled down at your daughter as her eyes found Elvis’, a goofy smile spreading across her face.

“She likes this,” you told him, gently leaning your head against his upper arm, your fingertips ghosting over Caroline’s forehead. “I think the rhythm of your heart calms her down,” you pointed out in a whisper, you and Elvis watching as the little girl in his arms stared up at her father, her tiny chest heaving up and down slowly.

“She’s so pretty,” he whispered lowly, afraid the vibrations of his voice if he spoke any louder would scare his daughter. Moving his arm a little lower so she rested on just one arm, he brought his other hand to her face, feather light fingertip trailing down her nose. “Your nose,”

You chuckled softly at the way Caroline’s smile widened because of his touches, her toothless gums on full display. Elvis laughed softly, turning to press a kiss on the top of your head.

“Can you believe we made… this?”

“Hmmhmm. Because she has your mouth,” you laughed softly, kissing his shoulder. “I bet she’ll be just as stubborn as you,”

He feigned a gasp, shoulders shaking a little as he laughed – he was about to comment that she’d definitely get the stubborness from you, but as Caroline giggled right along with the two of you, all he could do was stare at her with fond eyes.

Slowly but surely, Elvis allowed you to do your own thing whenever he’d hold her. His favorite spot was always in the bed, because that way he was absolutely sure nothing could happen to her.

Nothing ever did happen to her whenever he was holding her though, whenever in or out the bed, and to you he was a damn good father.

A natural, like you – but he never believed those words no matter how many times you’d tell him.

 

Caroline watched you proudly the entire time, talking about your life with her and her father, and how your own sense of style had changed throughout the years. Although Elvis loved picking out things for you to wear, you developed a big interest in fashion and design as you got older and he loved whenever you’d wear something that you designed yourself.

Your style was similar to his – the two of you always matched perfectly, looking sophisticated but still out there, turning heads. The two of you were always comfortable around each other, but not so comfortable it would turn sloppy.

There were never days where you would be lounging around the house in pajamas for an entire day. Elvis loved to dress up on any occasion, even when not leaving the house, and so did you.

On Christmas and New Year’s Eve, you’d both go all out, putting on your best fits because that’s when you felt most confident. And to the both of you, that was one of the best feelings in the world.

There weren’t much pictures of you and Elvis with Caroline when she was young because that’s something both you and your husband wanted to keep private. You did allow the crew to put a picture of Caroline’s 6th birthday in the book in front of you, because it was one of your favorites – you actually had it framed on your bedside table.

“See, this is Care’s 6th birthday and even though it was only a child’s birthday party, we were dressed like we were going to the fanciest place in town,” you told the camera, laughing softly. Elvis was in all black except for the white collar that was popped up, velvet trench coat adorning his frame. You and Caroline wore matching dresses – white ruffled poet shirts underneath a hand beaded mid length shift dress, the pattern on it throwing you right back into the 70s because of the small flowers on it. “But that was just.. our style. And Elvis loved dressing up Caroline – he loved it when she matched with us, no matter what the occasion was,”

You shot a sneaky wink Caroline’s way, who was soundlessly gasping for a breath of air as she felt a lump forming in her throat. She loved talking about Elvis as much as you did and she was able to without breaking down because it had been so many years, but the love she felt for her father was unexplainable.

Untouchable.

Their bond had always been extremely strong and even after his passing, that never faded. If anything, it only heightened. As she grew older, she was able to understand him better and see him through different eyes and while Caroline realised her father wasn’t perfect, the amount of love she carried toward him would always be there and it would always be hers.

She smiled at you, blowing you a kiss which made your smile widen – you continued on like nothing happened as you spoke to the camera, hoping your voice wasn’t giving away the thickness you felt forming in your throat.

 

While you could honestly speak about your husband for hours, the interview had to come to an end and you were kind of glad it did. All you wanted to do now was fly back to Memphis and spend time in the home that belonged to you and your husband. You were still professional though, talking a little with the crew and thanking everyone before you left the building.

The flight from New York to Memphis was five hours, but on the private plane time flew by fast, which you were thankful for. Despite Caroline not living at Graceland anymore, she decided to stay the night because she could see how emotional today had made you.

“Do you regret doing the interview? Was it too much?” Caroline asked softly as she laid in your bed, looking at you with a soft smile when you slipped under the covers in Elvis’ spot. You hadn’t slept on your own side since the day he passed.

“No, not at all. I love Vogue and I feel honored they asked me,” you smiled as you sat against the headboard, Caroline turning on her side to plant her head in the palm of her hand. “Seeing all the pictures just brought back a lot of memories, more than I thought they would,”

Your daughter smiled, reaching out her hand to you. You slipped your hand in hers, sighing deeply.

“Good ones I hope?”

“Ofcourse. Always good ones,” you told her with a nod of your head, kissing the back of her hand before squeezing it. “Your father and I had our lows as well, but even those memories are dear to me. He really was one of a kind, Care,”

The blonde next to you crawled closer to you, sitting up against the bed as well as she released your hand and linked her arm through yours instead, putting her head on your shoulder.

“He really was,” she whispered, looking at the wedding ring that still sat prettily on your hand. “Do you think he’s watching us?”

“Knowing your father, he’s probably right here with us right now,” you laughed softly, looking at Caroline as she raised her head to look at you with wide eyes.

“What? What do you mean right now?”

The slight panic in her eyes made you laugh harder, shrugging your shoulders as you looked around the room.

“I feel him around me all the time. I’ve gotten used to the feeling of… being watched,” you grinned playfully at her and she whined at the spine-chilling tone in your voice which you used on purpose.

It was true, though. You felt his presence all the time and you had gotten used to it – even though he couldn’t answer you or talk back, you spoke to him all the time when you’d be alone in the house. Before he passed, he promised he’d always be around and you believed him.

“Nooo, you’re joking,” Caroline laughed as she threw a pillow your way, which made you giggle as you caught it and threw it back at her. “I mean I’ve dreamt about him before, but you’re totally fucking with me right now. Dad’s probably too busy stealing the show up there,” your daughter joked as she put the pillow back in place, the light on the bedside table flickering right that second.

She widened her eyes as she immediately crawled over to you, almost planting herself on your lap, which made you only laugh harder.

You were about to tell her to calm down and that she shouldn’t be scared, but a loud bang that rumbled from downstairs actually got Caroline jumping in your lap this time, her arms firmly wrapped around your neck. Now that was something you never heard before and even though you were surprised, you couldn’t stop laughing at your daughter’s actions.

“Let’s go downstairs,” you told her with a giggle as you pushed her off, getting up from the bed. Picking up your robe, you put it on as Caroline shook her head. She wanted to decline and stay in bed, but she also didn’t want to be left alone right now so as you left the room, she quickly run after you.

“Mom, what if it’s actually someone in the house? I’m not dressed to fight!” she whispered harshly as she looked at the dress shirt she stole out of Elvis’ side of your wardrobe, her hands planted firmly on your shoulders while the both of you tiptoed down the stairs.

You laughed softly, easily finding your way through the house in the dark. “No one is here, Care,” you chuckled as you flicked on some lights in the dining room, knowing that Graceland’s security system was tight and nobody was able to come in unless you allowed them to.

The both of you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary at first, until Caroline pointed out the slightly ajar door of one of the cabinets that stood against the wall. You recognized the photobook that laid on the floor, obviously having fallen out of the cabinet.

Or more so, as if someone deliberately put it there.

You walked over to it, picking it up and opening it on the first page which immediately brought a smile to your face. “This was taken on Christmas Eve, you were just one year old,” you told Caroline as you put the book on the table, sitting down. Caroline had seen it already, she had seen all family photo’s, but she loved looking at them.

Her fear faded as she sat down next to you, smiling as the two of you happily turned pages to look at the pictures of all the Christmasses spend together. It was like a warm blanket was wrapped around you and you knew Caroline felt the same, because she had completely forgotten about the light that flickered or the worries of someone breaking into the house.

You wrapped your arm around her shoulder, kissing her temple as she smiled at the picture of her and her father in the snow, along with the snowman they build together. Bright smiles and flushed cheeks – the sight of it warmed your heart.

“Your father will always be here,” you whispered to her as you softly leaned your head against hers, rubbing her arm. “He’s gonna be there with you every step along the way, no matter what you do or where you go. Don’t you ever forget it,”

She sniffed softly, nodding her head as she turned to you to hug you tightly, your hand drawing soothing circles on her back. “I know,” she sighed, laughing softly through her tears. “As long as he doesn’t make the light flicker again, I’m okay with it,”

You laughed as you pulled back a little to look at her, cupping her face to wipe her tears away with your thumbs. “He knows you’ll probably flee your house in the middle of the night so I’m sure he won’t,”

She chuckled as she nodded, rushing a hand through her hair as you let her go.

“And he’s right. If that would’ve happened to me if I was at my place, I’d probably run onto the streets screaming,”

You bet she wouldn’t, but you still laughed at her words. You were sure Elvis would let her know he was with her in other ways, but you wouldn’t mind at all if he made the lights in your room flicker or whatsoever.

It gave you comfort knowing he was still there, popping in whenever he pleased.

 

After drinking some tea and looking at some more pictures, you and Caroline decided to go back upstairs and sleep away the rush of emotions the both of you went through today.

You fluffed your pillow a little, laying down after you turned the light on your side off. Caroline sighed happily, reaching for the light on her side – once again, it flickered before she had the chance to turn it off.

“Seriously, Dad?” she deadpanned, moving closer to you again instead of turning the light off like she planned to.

You laughed, shaking your head in amusement as you reached over to the lamp, switching it off.

“Give the girl a break, El,” you chuckled, laying back down. Caroline was immediately pressed against your side, pulling the blankets up to her chin.

Just like when she was a little girl, you played with her hair to make her drift off into a slumber. While she could be a tough one with a big mouth, you didn’t care that she still liked to be babied a little at twenty nine years old.

She would always be your and Elvis’ little girl and that was your most beautiful achievement.

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Anyday Now: Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,448

Writers Note: Lost steam on the Tupelo fic, so here's a new series

Warning: Angst

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Chapter 2

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 Graceland 1967

"YOU'RE REARLY HERE!" Cecelia shouted, "You don't even know how things work anymore with the kids!" Elvis was shocked by her sudden shift in mood. An hour ago, he was reuniting with his wife and kids, and now it was World War Three. "Aw hell, Cece, I give the kids gifts, and suddenly I'm a bad father!" Elvis sighed as if he knew he added more fuel to the fire. Cecelia only laughed as she got closer to him. "They don't need a gift giving money totting daddy. They need their father!" Cecelia sighed. She had gone on too many stressful nights without Elvis now that he was doing more movies and The Colonel was working him like a musical mule, "But what would you know, you're probably in California with some young little thing, forgettin' you have responsibilities here in Memphis!"

"You keep it up, and you'll lose me like your mama lost your pa-" The bedroom door slammed in his face as he shook his head. He wondered when did things get so bad that they started arguing like this. He could hear her crying, and it broke his heart that she was in this much pain emotionally. He had to fix it.

"What would your mama say if she heard us fightin' like this, huh!" Cecelia said, her back against the bedroom door.

Elvis cleared his throat as he did one of his funny voices, "She'd say Booby! That's the one good woman you got. Either get yourself together, or you'll lose her." Elvis chuckled, as did Cecelia, leaning against the door as he fell into her lap. Blue eyes looking at cloudy hazel eyes, "You know I love you, right..." Cecelia asked,

"If you didn't, you wouldn't pitch such a fight to keep me in check." his hand on her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her, "I'm sorry if I made you feel all alone,"  

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like I nag you." Taking his hand, Cecelia pressed a soft kiss into his palm. Elvis then got up and carried her to the bed, 

"We haven't had any mama and papa time. Since I've been back. I think we're long over,"

CRASH!

"JESSIE BROKE IT!"

"DID NOT!"

"Duty calls Mr. Presley..." Cecelia sighed, getting up as Elvis kissed her lips, "You stay right here. I'll handle this." he winked at his wife as she bit her lip. Something about him taking charge did it for her. As Elvis went downstairs, his twins Jessie and Elaine greeted him.

"Who broke what..."

"Elaine broke a bowl," Jessie said, a smirk on his face. Jessie was the trickster and troublemaker, but Elvis loved him dearly, even if he did get punished a lot. 

"Jessie broke it! Cause you said no snacks out of the pretty plates!" Elaine stated. Elaine was a daddy's girl. But she was also independent at times and almost always slept between her parents in their bed. 

"What pretty plate was broken..." Elvis could feel a headache coming, especially if it was the plates from,

"The cabinet with the matching cups in it," Jessie said as Elvis had a face that read oh shit. Walking towards The China cabinet, he had hoped it wasn't the wedding china, but when he opened the door, he noticed the missing plate, which matched the shattered one on the ground. 

"And you were going to leave it on the floor..." Elvis asked, rubbing his temples.

"Yeah, 'cause mama won't notice!" Jessie said, telling on himself, 

"Mhmm, so you broke a plate and a bowl?"

"Mhmm!" Jessie nodded,

"And you lied, saying your sister did it?"

"Yep!" Jessie said, a smile on his face as Elvis chuckled. If parenting is this easy, he'd try being a bad cop even more. "So Jessie, you know you're grounded, right," Elvis said as Jessie pouted, 

"But...But..."

"No comic books and TV time for two days, and you're helping with the horses," Jessie grumbled as he tried to muster out tears. Elaine stuck her tongue out at him as Elvis cleared his throat, "You can be next too little Biscuit." he smirked as Elaine straightened up. 

"Sorry, Daddy..."Elaine sighed. Elvis ruffled up her curly, dirty blonde hair. 

"Now, you two clean this mess up." 

"But it's got pointy parts!" Jessie said,

"Should've thought about that when you broke it." Walking back upstairs to the bedroom, Elvis noticed Cecelia was asleep. She looked like an angel, and he was still proud to say that she was his wife. Kissing her on the temple, Cecelia began to wake up, 

"Hmmm..."

"Did I wake you, baby?" Elvis asked as Cecelia pulled him closer to her body like he was a teddy bear. Lying next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, taking in her scent, "No, you didn't wake me," her voice was raspy, "I just was resting my eyes a bit..." she sighed. Cecelia sounded exhausted, and he could see why raising twins was a handful, and she was doing this alone when he was shooting movies. God, he needed to make it up to her, "Say, uh, Cece,"

"Hmm..."

"How can I make it up to ya?" Elvis asked as she laughed, "Well, I'd like some husband and wife time," Elvis laughed with her as he kissed her forehead, 

"So, a date night?" 

"Mhmm..."

"Say 7 pm tonight. Meet me downstairs?"

"Who's going to watch the twins..."She mumbled,

"The boys could."

"Elvis, remember what happened the last time the mob watched the twins." Elvis laughed, rubbing the back of his head, 

"Alright, fine. What about Jerry or, even better, Midge?"

"Midge is out of town with her wife Cheryl, but I trust Jerry," Cecelia agreed as Elvis laughed, 

"Why only Jerry?"

"Cause he doesn't let the twins chase each other with sparklers." 

"You got a point." Elvis laughed, kissing her forehead as he walked to their shared bathroom, "Say...Wanna make up for lost time?" Elvis asked as Cecelia looked up at him, "In the shower?" his eyebrow quirked up, and his smirk plastered on his face as she blushed, "Oh... The shower, " Cecelia blushed as Elvis took her by the hand, "Or would you prefer the tub?"

"Which gives you the better angles..." 

"Tub it is."

It was now a quarter to seven, and Cecelia was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She wanted to wow Elvis. Here she was wearing pink hot pants, a white blouse, and gogo boots. 

"You look pretty mama." Elaine smiled as Cecelia kissed her on the cheek, 

"Thank you, pumpkin."

"Where'ya going mommy..." Jessie asked, a pout on his face, 

"Well, I'm going out with your daddy," She giggled at the phrase,

"What about us?"

"Well, you'll be here with uncle-" The downstairs door creaked open as a voice boomed from downstairs, 

"WHERE'S MY GOD NIECE AND NEPHEW!"

"UNCLE JERRY!!!" Cecelia laughed as she got her purse and sprayed her perfume on. She was finally ready to head out for her date. 

"Lainie, Jess!" Jerry picked them both up as he smiled, "My favorite twins!" 

"We're the only twins, you know, Uncle Jerry!" The two laughed as Elvis shook his head. They were his pride and joy given to him by the most wonderful wife. 

"Hey. E don't look now, but there's an angel in your house." Jerry whispered as he saw the love-drunk look in his blue eyes, 

"How do I look?" Cecelia asked as Elvis was speechless,

"I-I- uh, Gorgeous." Elvis took her by the hand and kissed it, "Love the pants..."

"Love the scarf..." Cecelia pulled at it a little as she kissed him,

"EW!" The kids giggled as Jerry joined in, "Will you two love birds go!" 

"Okay, but remember Jessie gets hyper on sugar, and Elaine is only allowed one scoop of -"

"Ice cream before bed, I know, C," 

"And if you need us..."

"Cece, Jerry'll be fine." Elvis kissed her cheek. The two walk outside. It was still a little light outside. Fans gathered at the gates, and Cecelia already had her arms wrapped around Elvis, 

"I know he'll be fine. It's just mama's worry, you know." She shrugged as he laughed, "Papa's worry too. " he kissed her nose, walking toward the garage. Elvis scanned the room for what car? He wanted to take until he saw one of his motorcycles. There was a summer breeze, and he wanted to impress Cecelia. After all, they did start off on the wrong foot this morning. 

"Your uh carriage." He gestured as she got on with him,

"Groovy, as the kids say." Cecelia chuckled,

"Hold on tight, okay, darlin,"

"Of course," Starting up the motorcycle, they zoomed out the garage, down the gates waving at fans, and onto the Memphis streets. 

"Anywhere you wanna go?" Elvis asked,

"Wherever the wind takes us." She held onto him tighter, taking in his brutish scent and shampoo. Cecelia felt young again. 

"Mmm... What about memory lane?" 

"Memory lane?" 

"Yeah," Elvis smiled, the two racing like a speeding bullet. Their first stop was Audobon, and Cecelia could feel her heart pounding as if she were twenty again, holding pies, cakes, and potato casserole. 

"You know I haven't been back..."

"Since you moved, I know. It pained you when they kicked you all out, which was cruel." Cecelia held his hand, 

"But I remember when I met your parents." 

"You were so nervous, but my mama loved you," He chuckled, "I'm still envious of your bedroom..." she joked as Elvis laughed, 

"I don't think we paid much attention to it." He laughed,

"Between Bible scriptures and making out, I remember it well." she smiled as he helped her back on the bike. The stars were now out, and Memphis felt like a dream. They had passed Sun Records, and now they were at Russwood Park. 

"Still wished you'd seen the whole show." Elvis laughed, 

"I did, aside from climbing the fence and breaking my heel." Cecelia laughed as Elvis joined her, "Might I say, black is your color, 'cause..." She bit her lip as Elvis nudged her,

"Cause what, honey," 

"You look sexy and mysterious." She kissed his cheek.

"I'll keep that in mind," He blushed as Cecelia kissed the corners of his lips. They stayed in each other's arms for a little while until their stomachs started to grumble, 

"You hungry?" 

"I could eat." 

Sitting in a booth in a diner on Beale were Cecelia and Elvis. On their table were fries, a burger, two sodas, and a strawberry milkshake. It was almost like it was 1956 again. Sipping her orange Fanta, her eyes wouldn't leave Elvis's. Cecelia was still mesmerized by her husband, scooting her hand closer, her engagement ring bumping into one of the rings on his finger, interlocking their hands together as she giggled like a schoolgirl, 

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"I know you do, Elvis," She kissed his knuckles.

"Today really scared me." He sighed, taking a deep breath, "I don't want us to fight like that again. I don't ever think we should go to bed mad at each other either," looking deep into her eyes as she agreed, "We're a team El, we just gotta remember that, I don't want to be your enemy," 

"Then how can I make things better?" 

"When you're away, check in on us..." 

"No, I'll do you one better." He squeezed her hand, "I want y'all with me," He smiled, "I don't want to miss anything in their lives. I don't want to miss you either." He smiled. Cecelia gasped, leaning in to kiss him as she felt something cold spill into her lap, 

"Shit not again..."

"Elvis!" She chuckled,

"Seems it's tradition." He shrugged,

"Alright, did everyone take baths!" Jerry asked as Elaine and Jessie nodded, "Pj's are on," he smiled, "Teeth are brushed?" Elaine nodded as Jessie shook his head. Jerry playfully sighed, "Then, no ice cream for you." Jessie ran upstairs to brush his teeth as Jerry smiled. He didn't have kids of his own, but he and Rosa had thought about it some tune. Of course, it would be a bit hard on her. Considering she still wanted to sing and act, they'd cross that bridge when they got there. 

"Uncle Jerry..."

"Yes, Memphis," sitting at her level. 

"I don't think Mommy and Daddy are in love anymore." Elaine sighed,

"Whys that."

"Well, today they were arguing, and they both said mean things, and mommy was crying," 

"Adults do that sometimes, but they love each other, I promise." Jerry smiled, ruffling up her hair, 

"How do you know!" Jerry could hear the engine outside revving up as he took her to the window and showed her parents laughing and carrying on with each other. 

"So, wait, wait, The Colonel then said you should just do movies for the rest of your life?" Cecelia laughed, "Every day, that man proves why you should've signed under my mother." She huffed, 

"I know, I know, but now he's thinkin a Christmas Special for next year, and..." Cecelia looked at him, 

"You don't sound sure about it, baby..."

"Cause I'm not. I mean, I'll be performin again, but..."

"You feel like you're being told how to."

"Yeah..." He sighed, the two walking into the house, little arms wrapped around his leg, "What're you doing up, little biscuit?"

"Didn't wanna sleep without you saying good night..." her hand wrapped around his pinkie as his heart melted, "Alright baby, up on Daddy's back!" He laughed as Jessie tackled him from up the stairs, 

"How're things with you and Rosa," Cecelia asked as Jerry laughed,

"Well, she's droppin' hints about marriage, but..."

"You don't think she's ready," Cecelia asked,

"Not really. I mean, she's got wanderin' eyes and-" 

"Who's got wanderin' eyes?" Elvis interrupted

"Rosa."

"Thought she was engaged to Scotty..."

"They broke it off 'cause he was broke," Cecelia mentioned," Rosa is a good girl, she just, she's well..."

"A lot," Elvis smirked, 

"Just take your time with her," Cecelia added as Jerry nodded, "Well, goodnight, y'all two. And no more arguing." He winked at Elaine, who was at the steps.

"How'd you know." They both said. As they turned around and saw Elaine giggling, 

"Little biscuit!"

"Hmmm!" 

"Mama!" Jessie called as Cecelia sighed, running toward his voice, "You tuck Elaine in, and I'll handle Jessie." After their parenting duties were done, the two met in their shared bedroom, exhausted and cuddling each other, until the phone rang. 

"Hello... Who's this..."

"Oh yes, you..." 

"Elvis, it's the pain in my ass on the phone." Cecelia chuckled as Elvis nearly spit out his water laughing, 

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Boss

Fandom: Elvis Presley

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Memphis Mafia

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5944

Summary: If you want something from Elvis Presley all you gotta do is ask.

Tags/Warnings: Series of Oneshots, Non Chronological Order, Graceland,  POV Second Person, Attitudes of the Time, Homophobia, Oral Sex, Blowjobs,  Handjobs, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penetrative Sex, Group Sex, Extra Marital Sex, Threesome F/M/M, Multiple Partners, Kissing, Kisses, Neck Kissing, Cuddling, Orgasm Denial, Squirting, Creampie, Dom/Sub, Dom Elvis, Teasing, Wife Sharing, Reverse Harem, Established Relationship, Marriage, Reader and Elvis are Married, Angry Elvis, Nude Photos

Notes: No but the fact that E had polaroids on polaroids and we aint seen none? TRAVESTY.

 LINK TO MADE FOR THE MAFIA

You were tired, not flat out exhausted, but enough that you could feel your eyes closing as you cuddled into Elvis’ side. He was watching the TV, his eyes fixed on the screen, but you were watching him unable to fathom how he wasn’t as spent as you were given the amount of attention he’d given you over the course of the evening. Yet he seemed wide awake, his eyes glinting in the TV’s reflection, as he chuckled to what was playing.   ‘Man he’s funny isn’t he,’ Elvis chuckled. ‘Aw he’s funny as hell,’ you heard Jerry say in a tone just as energetic as Elvis’. You turned your head just a touch though you couldn’t really see him from the angle you were laying at. He was laying on the bed behind you a bit further than he had been when you’d last checked though you didn’t know if that was because he had chosen to move or because you had moved to cocoon yourself beside Elvis. Maybe that was why you were so exhausted because even though they had been more than attentive they had only been catering to you whilst you’d had to see to the pair of them, not that you minded of course.   As you turned your head back you stifled a yawn, but it was enough to get your husband’s attention. ‘You sleepy mama?’ he asked bemusedly. ‘A little,’ you admitted as your fingers started to play with the sparse hair on his chest. ‘You hear that Jer she’s all tuckered out,’ Elvis chuckled looking at his friend over your head. ‘That’s because she works so damn hard,’ Jerry said and though you couldn’t see him you could feel that familiar smirk in his words. ‘You guys run me ragged more like,’ you giggled making Elvis chuckle. ‘Oh, is that right?’ he mused, his fingers ghosting along the bottom of the satin robe you had donned to protect you from Elvis’ Baltic bedroom conditions now that your heart wasn’t pumping at a million miles a minute and keeping you flushed. Though as they did you felt your heart rate quicken betraying your feelings of fatigue. ‘Mmhmm,’ you said pressing a kiss into his bare shoulder. ‘In that case I think you need a pick me up,’ he decreed. ‘Or a cold shower,’ Jerry teased making you smile. ‘That might not be such a bad idea,’ Elvis mused looking at you for a second before he looked back at Jerry, ‘set it up would ya?’ ‘Sure thing boss,’ Jerry said shuffling out of bed but before he went you felt a playful tap on your ass which made you look around, ‘you uh take it easy there huh princess?’ ‘Oh I will,’ you giggled as he climbed off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. As you turned back around Elvis smirked at your joking with one another though his gaze fell back on the TV as you snuggled into his side, watching it yourself.   It was nice to see this side of Jerry. Though he had never been shy around you he had always been aware of your presence. He was a southern gentleman, unlike most of the boys, and though he gave as good as he got with them he was always conscious to be polite in the presence of a lady. But since the three of you had started your little arrangement he had become a lot more comfortable and you were enjoying having another friend in the house. You had your girls and Elvis of course but it was odd for you. After all, you spent your entire life around the same thirteen men and yet you’d hardly think of them as your friends.   Once he was off the bed he headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him so the light wouldn’t spill out into the bedroom disturbing the pair of you. He moved to the shower sticking his hand in so he could fiddle with the knobs inside allowing a cool jet of water to erupt from the shower head onto the gold mosaic tiles. It spattered along them until it found its own current and started to flow steadily down the drain. Once he was sure it was on he pulled back and moved to look in the mirror at his own reflection as he allowed the water to get to an ambient temperature. Though as he observed himself he found he looked like he always did after, utterly and thoroughly fucked.   In fact the man looking back at him, the one he hadn’t recognised in the beginning of this madness, was starting to look more and more familiar. When the pair of you had first suggested it he had thought you were crazy and after the first time he figured it would be one and done. Now you were a couple of months in and neither of you seemed to be slowing down or even wanting to. More to the point he didn’t want to either.   His thoughts however didn’t have time to take too much root in his brain, mainly because he could hear something, no someone, in the room beside him. His room.   Of course it didn’t belong to him solely. In fact the room had housed every member of the mafia at some point though it did have its longest-serving members, namely Red, Sonny and himself, the guys Elvis used when he was feeling more vulnerable even in his sheltered, closed-in upstairs. But recently since the three of you had made your little pact it had become his mainly because it gave him direct access to your bedroom whenever you needed him.   Except now there was someone in there he was sure of it but instead of bursting through the door, he lingered, trying to figure out who it was.   ‘I’m telling you I’ve seen it,’ he heard Red say followed by something that sounded like drawers being pulled open. ‘You’re buggin’ man,’ he heard Sonny retort, he was closer not too far from the bathroom door which made Jerry suspect he was lingering by the bedroom door, taking watch. ‘I’ve seen ‘em. Just a glimpse but I’m sure I’m right,’ Red said. ‘You think he’d be that stupid?’ Sonny asked. ‘Girls man,’ Red said with a grunt as something clunked open, ‘Jesus would ya look at that.’   He could hear movement then, what he assumed to be Sonny moving across the room to look at whatever his cousin had shown him.   ‘Christ,’ Sonny said, ‘fuck man look at that. How did he even get these anyway?’ ‘I don’t know but EP’s gonna string him up,’ Red said making Jerry’s mind whir as he thought about what they could be on about ‘Even more so, Red that ain’t EP,’ Sonny said. ‘No it ain’t,’ Red said with a small whistle, ‘Son look.’   It was then that it clicked for Jerry. The Polaroids.   They’d been in his paper when he’d opened it this morning. Elvis had been recording something in his music room and he’d been sitting there with several of the guys but as he’d opened his paper to read they’d fluttered out onto his lap. It had only taken him seconds to realise what they were, to bring the memories of the pair of you in the shower together last night - well documented by Elvis’ new camera, but once he had realised he’d folded his paper on top of them trying to hide them in his lap before any of the guys saw. Elvis hadn’t said anything but he could tell from the big grin on his face his practical joke had tickled him. At some point in the record he’d managed to excuse himself and he had raced upstairs and thrown them in his nightstand in what he thought was an unnoticed manner but now he wasn’t so sure.   His uncertainty was enough to make him spring into action though and as he burst through the door he found his suspicions were correct as he found Red and Sonny standing by his bed looking like school boys caught misbehaving.     ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ he said lurching forward to snatch the handful of photos out of Red’s hands, ‘that shits private.’ ‘What are we doing?! What are you doing?’ Sonny baulked as Jerry struggled to get the photos from Red’s tightened grip. ‘Get off,’ Jerry grunted pulling as hard as he could but Red kept his pale fingers gripped on them watching his friend with irritation. ‘You know I knew something was going on,’ he started. ‘It’s none of your business,’ Jerry spat as he pried them out of Red’s hands. They were creased but he didn’t care so long as they were out of their possession. ‘None of our business?’ Sonny scoffed, ‘you’re banging the boss’s wife and it’s no one’s business?’ ‘Yeah, and if you think we’re gonna cover for you you’re nuts,’ Red said shaking his head. ‘Yeah I’d like to keep my brains inside my skull thank you very much,’ Sonny agreed. ‘It’s not what you think,’ Jerry scowled. They were both watching him now and though he was trying to maintain as much bravado as he could it was hard to do especially since he was standing facing them in his underwear. But it was more than that. Since they were older than him they always treated him like he was inferior. More insignificant. Like a little brother. Which was probably why Red had got so het up about the whole thing anyway. They didn’t care about the idea of you having an affair they were just miffed he was the guy it could be.   ‘Oh sure,’ Red said rolling his eyes. ‘I’m being serious,’ Jerry explained, ‘EP knows all about it.’ ‘Right,’ Sonny said though he seemed more unsure than his counterpart. ‘Who do you think took the pictures?’ he reasoned making them share a look as he continued, ‘and don’t worry it ain’t gonna be me you have to cover for. Not when he finds out you’ve been snooping.’ ‘As excuses go that’s a good un,’ Red said still refusing to believe him. ‘You don’t believe me?’ Jerry asked making both me shake their heads, ‘go on. Ask him.’ ‘What?’ Sonny said looking panicked. ‘He’s in his room right now. They both are though I doubt they’ll be thrilled at you barging in on them,’ Jerry said cockily. He didn’t know why he was even bothering to argue with them. After all what three consenting adults did was no bother of theirs but the way they were acting was getting on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than for Elvis to wipe the smug looks off their faces. Sonny’s was already fading as Jerry looked at him indignantly but Red look annoyed at being goaded. ‘Fine,’ he said, ‘we will.’ ‘It’s your funeral,’ Jerry said dropping the polaroids back onto the bed.   You however had no idea what the boys were up to and though you had thought it a little odd Jerry had yet to return you had been enjoying the little cocoon you had been nestled in, Elvis’ nimble fingers playing with the hem of your robe, brushing over your thigh as he did. As you yawned again he chuckled, ‘you gonna be able to walk to this shower or am I gonna have to carry you?’ ‘You might have to carry me,’ you mused, ‘my bones feel like jelly.’ ‘Well in that case I’ll just have to-’ Elvis started but his train go thought was disrupted as the door burst open bringing with it Red, Sonny and Jerry on the tail end. Elvis sat up properly forcing you out of your comfy spot as he glared at them, ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ ‘Prying,’ Jerry said earning a scowl from the men though Elvis’ brow furrowed as he watched them. You shifted from where he’d left you pushing yourself up so you were sat against the headboard as Elvis leaned forward waiting for an explanation.   ‘I’m not gonna ask again,’ he asked irately. ‘Look boss we gotta talk,’ Red said shifting uncomfortably as Elvis looked at him waiting for him to continue. You were watching him also but for all his bravado before he now felt unsure. It was one thing to tell your friend their wife was doing the nasty with a close friend but telling them whilst said wife was there was a whole different ball game. So instead he said, ‘alone.’ ‘Anything you want to say you can say in front of Y/N and Jerry and if you can’t maybe it wasn’t worth bustin’ my fuckin’ door down in the middle of Carson,’ he said irritably. He didn’t know why it had irked him so much, he figured it was probably because he could see that look of lust returning in your eyes as you cuddled into him and the promise of a wet and wild time only lay meters away though it felt as though it was slipping further away the longer Red and Sonny chose to bother him.   ‘Well?’ he asked after a moment when they didn’t speak, ‘what is it?’ ‘Y/N,’ Red said hesitantly though his words were enough to make your ears perk up, ‘Y/N and Jerry are fuckin’ and they can deny it all they want but there’s proof. They’ve got these nasty lil polaroids hangin’ around. Showin’ em off in front of people. Embarrassing you.’   The room fell silent for a moment the only thing that could be heard being Red’s heavy breathing as he spilled his confession into the air. Sonny seemed hesitant and Jerry seemed to be hanging on with bated breath. You however flushed deep crimson, watching Elvis closely as you daren’t look at either Red or Sonny. You weren’t ashamed of what the three of you had been doing but the accusation with which Red’s words were laced embarrassed you as if you were doing something shameful. As if you were cheating on Elvis. Elvis watched them both for a moment the words ticking over in his brain until finally, he laughed. Loudly.   ‘Phew that’s funny,’ Elvis chuckled as Red and Sonny’s eyes went wide, ‘you hear this Jer?’ ‘Oh I heard,’ Jerry said pursing his lips though the corners twitched as he watched Elvis. ‘Why are you laughin?’ Sonny asked making Elvis’ gaze fall on him. ‘You really think I wouldn’t know?’ Elvis scoffed as his hand fell on your thigh. Sonny and Red continued to look perplexed as they took in his cool demeanour, even more so as Jerry sat down on the bed beside you making your eyes dart to him, your blush growing darker. ‘Wait you…a-a-and him?’ Red asked making you bury your face in Elvis’ shoulder who allowed you to do so, his strong arms locking around you as he looked down at you. ‘Oh don’t pretend you’re shy,’ he said rolling his eyes as you looked up at him with a pout. He didn’t seem to pay you attention though as he looked back at the men still watching the three of you in disbelief, ‘and you two can un bunch your panties. It’s no big deal.’ ‘So what you three are a…couple now?’ Sonny asked stumbling over the correct turn of phrase. ‘No me and my wife have made a decision for our relationship,’ Elvis said irritably as he shift back onto the bed pulling you with him so you were tucked back into his side, unable to go anywhere and unable to look any place else but at the boys who were watching your perplexed, ‘which last time I checked wasn’t something I had to run past anyone but us or are you under the impression you get a say in what we do?’   ‘No of course not,’ Red said feeling uncomfortable as he realised his plan to get his friend in trouble was backfiring rapidly judging by Elvis’ tone. Yet there still seemed to be something there. Something they wanted to say though you supposed an unorthodox situation like this was bound to prompt questions. Elvis however didn’t seem to be taking their scrutiny well. ‘No if you two meat heads have got something to say by all means spit it out,’ Elvis said he said looking at Red though he seemed reluctant to make it worse. In fact all of you had your attention on him which is why it took you off guard when Sonny said, ‘why him?’ ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Why Jerry?’ ‘What do you mean why me?’ Jerry asked. ‘Why Jerry?’ Sonny asked, ‘I mean if it’s just fun how come he’s the one you ran to?’ ‘Because he doesn’t whine like a bitch about every little thing,’ Elvis said making you glance at him. He sounded defensive though you didn’t know if it was because they were questioning all of your behaviour or there was an undercurrent of insinuation about something else. Jerry however let their words roll right off as he said, ‘why are you jealous?’ ‘What? Of you get real,’ Sonny scoffed. ‘You sure Son?’ Elvis asked baitingly. When the boys had come in the room they’d been a team, determined to expose the pair of you, but their tactics had gone wide and now both Jerry and Elvis were playing against them, their own little team. ‘Of course he is. I bet he’s hard right now thinkin’ about getting his grubby little hands on her,’ Jerry said coolly. ‘That right?’ Elvis said raising an eyebrow. Sonny shifted. ‘Look EP I can’t say I ain’t curious-‘ ‘So you are thinking about fucking her?’ Jerry said, making a flutter run through your core as you watched him, that new Jerry you’d come to know shining through as he fought back beating them at their own game. If you had to admit, it was a little hot. ‘Well…yeah but that’s crazy right?’ Sonny asked looking at the pair of them. ‘We’ve been doing it for months,’ Elvis shrugged as he held you, ‘ain’t that crazy.’ ‘But-’ Red protested. ‘Look you can admit it if you want. I aint gonna yell at ya, hell Jer admitted to it and look where that got him. If you knew what the pair of us just did to her well you wouldn’t believe me even if I told ya,’ Elvis chuckled making that flutter run through you once more.   You peeked at the boys, for the most part you had been watching Elvis but your curiosity got the better of you. They were watching you, all three of you, with uncertain looks on their faces. They seemed to be thinking about it, about you, and that in turn got all sorts of ideas flowing through your brain. They weren’t as electric as that first flash you’d had when Elvis had first suggested you give Jerry a ‘helping hand’ though you supposed they couldn’t be after all months of endless new adventures had left the list pretty barren. Yet the way Elvis was acting was making you hot under the collar. He was never this demanding and powerful when it was just the three of you, when it was just you three he seemed to feel more like an equal than in charge, but now he was commanding. The Boss.   ‘Okay maybe,’ Red admitted, a pink tinge coming across the tips of his ears. ‘Yeah maybe,’ Sonny said gruffly. Elvis pulled back, relaxing against the headboard as his arms fell away from you. ‘It’s a yes or no question,’ he said watching them. ‘Okay yes,’ Sonny said dropping his gaze as Elvis smirked. ‘Red?’ he asked. ‘Yeah,’ he said with embarrassment. Elvis didn’t even seem to care about their answers though as he looked down at you, his hand caressing your cheek gently as you looked up at him. ‘What do you say baby?’ he asked making you bite your lip as you glanced at the boys. ‘I don’t know,’ you said though you could feel a smile playing on your lips, ‘it could be fun.’ ‘Yeah?’ he asked with a smile. ‘Yeah,’ you smiled though his gaze left you to look at Jerry. ‘What about you Jer? You happy to add to the party?’ Elvis chuckled. You rolled onto your back so you could see him properly, your eyes roving over his face which stayed unreadable until he shrugged and said, ‘she’s your girl.’ ‘So you wanna try huh? Me and Jer not enough for ya?’ he asked chuckling as you pouted, ‘I’m just kiddin’.’   He shifted a little in his seat, looking at each and every one of you before he cleared his throat and said, ‘okay so we all wanna have a go at this but first we gotta lay down some ground rules.’ ‘Like what?’ Red asked. ‘She’s EP’s girl,’ Jerry said matter of factly earning himself a sneer. ‘We know that,’ Red retorted. ‘Jer’s right. I may be okay with you havin’ at her but don’t forget your place. And don’t forget it’s because of her I’m doing this because she wants it okay?’ he asked. ‘Right,’ Sonny nodded. ‘And it’s over when I say it’s over,’ he said firmly, ‘if you want out before then fine but as soon as she’s done with this you are too, got it?’ ‘Got it,’ all three men confirmed. You were watching him closely, your engine throbbing at his commanding nature. It was hot. How protective he was of you when it came to something like this but what was hotter was the way he looked towards you, all harshness out of his expression as he said, ‘you okay with that doll?’ ‘Yeah I am,’ you nodded. ‘Well alright,’ he smiled leaning in towards you so your heads were pressed together, ‘what do you say, princess? Do ya think you’ve got another round in ya?’ ‘I don’t know,’ you giggled as he kissed you, ‘maybe they should show us they want to first.’   Elvis’ smirk grew. You didn’t know where it had come from, your teasing nature, but there was something about the boys that had you on edge. It wasn’t that you weren’t intrigued by the idea of them joining the party it was just that the reason they had even gotten the chance to was because they were being disrespectful. And that wasn’t the vibe you were going for. So maybe they needed taking down a peg or two first.   ‘Oh yeah?’ Elvis smirked, ‘whatcha thinking?’ ‘I don’t know,’ you sighed wrapping your arms around his neck, ‘maybe something that shows just how committed they are…not just jealous.’ ‘Good shout,’ Elvis murmured before he leant in and whispered in your ear, ‘oh don’t worry I’m gonna make ‘em pay first.’   Then he was gone, pulling back and beckoning Jerry to come and sit on the other side of you as the three of you sat facing the boys who shared an unsure look. ‘Alright,’ Elvis said, ‘you guys want in?’ ‘Yeah,’ Sonny said. ‘Strip,’ Elvis said. ‘What?’ Red asked. ‘You heard me. The pair of you need to show us what you’re working with first. Let my girl see if she wants ya,’ Elvis said making you smile. Sonny and Red shared a look but then they conceded and started to take their clothes off until they were stood in just their boxers. Sonny seemed to grow a little in confidence as your eyes roved his toned torso and though Red tried to style it out you could tell he was a touch self-conscious.   ‘What do you think baby?’ Elvis asked as if he was asking you what you thought of a menu at one of the fancy restaurants he loved to show you off at. ‘They look good,’ you said as he pressed a kiss to the pulse point on your neck making you moan. ‘Yeah?’ he mumbled into your flesh, ‘getting you all worked up?’ ‘Mmmhmm,’ you hummed your eyes still on Sonny and Red as you felt the damp heat return between your legs. ‘You want to see more baby?’ he asked as his hand fell between your thighs, his thumb rubbing circles on one under the satin robe’s edges. He was dangerously close to your sex but he didn’t move closer allowing the excitement to flutter through you. ‘Yes E,’ you breathed as he pulled back making you whimper. ‘You heard her,’ Elvis said as the pair shifted, ‘what ya scared once she sees what you’ve got in your shorts she’s gonna run a mile?’   They shared another look but then Sonny seemed to stop caring and instead pulled his boxers to the floor and kicked them to the side allowing his cock to spring free now hard against his toned stomach. He was smaller than Elvis and Jerry though not by much and not enough you couldn’t help but smile. Red seemed more self-conscious in his movements but followed suit, tugging at himself as he tried to get himself as rock-hard as his counterpart.   ‘You like that baby girl? Seein’ how worked up for you they are when ya ain’t even show ‘em anything?’ he teased making you nod as his hand moved back to your thigh, ‘hmm getting you all hot and bothered? How about they show you just how much they want you huh? Show you what they’d do to bury themselves in this pretty little pussy?’ ‘Mmm,’ you hummed as he allowed his pinky finger to tease through your pussy lips. ‘How about they touch each other?’ he mused making you shiver though Red’s eyes went wide as the words left his mouth. ‘Hold on a minute,’ he said. ‘What?’ Elvis asked earning a snigger from Jerry, ‘you guys said you were in.’ ‘I know but I ain’t touchin’ him,’ Red said. ‘Yeah boss, we ain’t...fruity,’ Sonny countered. ‘I’m not saying you are,’ Elvis shrugged, his fingers nudging against your sex as he moved making you whine, ‘I’m just sayin’ this aint about you. We do what she wants and if you can’t commit to that then fine but don’t think you’re layin’ a finger on her if ya don’t.’ ‘What so she’s desperate to see some dude-on-dude action?’ Sonny scoffed, ‘buy her a playgirl.’ ‘It’s not about what you do moron,’ Jerry said, ‘it’s more of the fact you’re willing to.’   Red and Sonny seemed to digest his words quickly though their faces signalled neither of them were on board with the idea of touching the other. You could sense their reluctance and though you wanted to punish them you didn’t want to make them feel outright violated and so you moved Elvis’ hand away and scrambled onto your knees towards the end of the bed.   ‘You don’t have to like it but I know I’d like to see you try,’ you mused as your hands skirted down your satin robe, pulling at the strings until it fell open revealing all to the men in front of you. As it slipped down your arms you felt it be tugged off to the side as Jerry threw it onto the ground. You leaned forward running a hand down each of their torsos until you were dangerously close to their hips as you said, ‘would you try? For me?’ ‘Fuck,’ Sonny breathed. ‘What do you say boys?’ Elvis called capturing your attention as you scuttled back towards him, waiting on your knees as he spoke, ‘you’re not gay or whatever but you want in you’re gonna have to do as she asks and right now she wants you to live a little. So you give her what she wants and then you can join in. Ain’t that right honey?’ ‘Yeah,’ you said as he leant in and kissed you. You kissed him back shuffling back onto your ass as his hand flew to your chest caressing your soft skin in his perfectly calloused hands. When you pulled back though you noticed Jerry was sitting watching and turned to pull him in to kiss him. Elvis allowed you to, his mouth going to your neck as his hand nudged your thighs open, his fingers teasing against you making you moan.   ‘Fuck look at that,’ he panted as his fingers dipped into your entrance, little resistance from how excited you were, ‘fuck honey you’re dripping an’ we’ve barely even touched you yet.’ ‘Elvis,’ you moaned as Jerry moved his mouth to your neck, the pair of them working in tandem. ‘You wanna taste yourself baby?’ he asked, his finger rubbing your slick against your own lips as you sucked at it, ‘look how worked up this greedy lil kitty is even after me and Jer had our way with her.’ ‘Never satisfied that thing,’ Jerry chuckled. ‘That right baby?’ Elvis cooed making you whimper, ‘you wanna go again? Fill this kitty up all nice an’ full like it should be?’ ‘Yes,’ you whimpered. ‘Yes what honey?’ Elvis said his blue eyes peering into yours as he returned his fingers to your cunt. ‘Yes Sir,’ you breathed. ‘Good girl,’ he smirked, ‘move up the bed baby. All fours.’ ‘Okay,’ you said scrabbling to do as you were told, your cunt now facing the men behind you as you watched Sonny and Red, your attention on their glistening cocks begging to be touched. You felt Elvis come up behind you, teasing you with his fingers as he spoke though this time it wasn’t to you, ‘now I can fill this pretty pussy but I can’t fill that mouth at the same time. Jer you wanna lend a hand?’ ‘Definitely,’ Jerry said leaping off the bed until he was standing beside Sonny, pushing his boxers down as he went. At the sight of him now bare in front of you you leapt forward, your mouth wrapping around him as Elvis filled you to the brim making you hum against him as you moaned.   ‘Fuck honey,’ Elvis grunted, ‘this kitty ain’t never satisfied huh?’ ‘Her mouth either,’ Jerry said as his hands went to your hair. ‘Fuck,’ you heard Sonny say and you looked up meeting his eye as Jerry pushed down to his base. That was what broke him and he turned to look at Red pleadingly.   ‘Fuck Red you gotta touch me,’ Sonny begged. ‘No fuckin’ way,’ Red said. ‘Then let me touch you,’ Sonny said. ‘No chance,’ Red scowled pushing the hand that had reached for him away. ‘C’mon man,’ Sonny said, ‘look at her. You don’t want that?’ ‘I ain’t gay,’ Red said. ‘Me either but I’m also straight enough to know I wanna be buried in that pretty lil mouth so c’mon man, please?’ Sonny said desperately. Red seemed to deliberate, watching as Jerry bobbed against the back of your throat, until finally he sighed. ‘Fine,’ Red grunted, ‘but not a word of this to anyone.’   Then Red moved the hand that had been protecting his manhood away and allowed Sonny to wrap his hand around it, tugging gently. As Elvis continued to fuck you you pulled back from Jerry so you could watch them. It wasn’t anything special, in fact, Red seemed to be adamant on not enjoying it making you roll your eyes but you had to give them credit, they’d fulfilled their end of the bargain.   ‘Does it feel good Red?’ you asked biting your lip. ‘Feels fine,’ he shrugged. ‘Don’t lie to me now,’ you teased. ‘Feels good,’ he nodded. ‘Would you rather have my mouth around it?’ you asked making his eyes go wide as he swallowed but then nodded, ‘well then c’mere.’   He moved towards you, batting Sonny’s hand away as his tip teased your lips breaching them just a touch before you swirled your tongue around him. Then you moved to take him inch by inch pulling back as you bobbed against him. You moved in rhythm, moving from man to man as Elvis worked behind you, his nimble fingers making you falter here and there as shudders of pleasure ran through you.   ‘Fuck honey you’re such a good girl,’ he said. He was working frantically against you now, your pussy clenching against him as he worked your sensitive bud expertly, ‘take ‘em all so good for me. You like me watching baby?’ ‘Love it E,’ you whimpered as he pulled you back so you were both kneeling, his cock thrusting in and out of you at speed. ‘You gonna make them cum for you? Paint that pretty face of yours,’ he asked. You were aware the boys were there, the show you were putting on so erotic they couldn’t help but continue what you had started but at that moment you were lost in him. ‘You want me to Sir?’ you asked. ‘Want them to cum all over that pretty face of yours. Decorate you like a pretty picture,’ he grunted, ‘but first you’re gonna cum on this cock you hear?’ ‘Yes Elvis,’ you panted feeling yourself becoming heady as his tip hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. ‘And then I’m gonna cum in this pretty little kitty okay? Fill her up like it should be,’ he grunted, ‘got it?’ ‘Fuck Elvis,’ you said your orgasm hitting at the mere idea of it. You shuddered against him, your walls clenching his cock as it started to spurt inside of you, spattering your walls as you claimed everything he wanted to give you.   He didn’t waste a minute. As your legs went floppy he flipped you pushing you towards the end of the bed so your face was down by the boys who seemed to be ready and waiting.   ‘Fuck man,’ Sonny grunted glancing at his friend, ‘anywhere?’ ‘Anywhere,’ Elvis agreed. ‘Fuck,’ Sonny said, shooting thick white ropes of cum across your chest closely followed by Jerry and then Red who offered similar expletives as they showered you in white. When you looked up Elvis was watching you lustfully. You pushed yourself up, sitting in front of him.   ‘Did I do good?’ you asked as he leaned in, avoiding the sticky mess your torso had become as he kissed you gently. ‘Always do mama,’ he said before he looked up at the boys, ‘you guys alright?’ ‘Peachy,’ Jerry chuckled. ‘Yeah I’m good,’ Sonny said. ‘Red?’ Elvis asked the aggression that he had reserved for his friend earlier was now gone. Red nodded. ‘Good, c’mon princess let’s get you in the shower,’ he said clambering off the bed and grabbing your discarded robe so he could hand it to you. You slipped it on, ignoring how it turned a slightly darker shade of lilac as it wrapped around your body. Instead you hopped off to follow him, your hand in his as he led you towards the bathroom. He opened the door to the bathroom, allowing you to slip by him but before he followed he turned to the two men who were watching him in disbelief. Jerry hadn’t even seemed to notice the fact that your actions might be weird, he’d quickly realised your need for closeness after any of you did anything and he had started to try and get the room back to normal for when you finished up in the shower.   ‘Oh uh fellas?’ Elvis asked. ‘Yeah?’ Sonny and Red said in unison. ‘Next time ya wanna know something about my wife just ask,’ Elvis said and with that he shut the door of the bathroom leaving Red and Sonny red faced and Jerry with a smug smirk on his face.

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Shoot: Orange Coast Magazine, April 28th 2014 Online (Originally appeared in May 1st 2014 Published Issue)

Photographer: Kyle Monk

Interviewer: Pat H Broeske

Grooming: Unconfirmed

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The Viper Prince

Orange County school of the arts alumnus Pedro Pascal, auditioned for an uncompromising role on ‘Game of Thrones.’ He got the part. Now will he survive?

Movie outings were a family ritual when young Pedro Pascal lived in Newport Beach. So it was no surprise when the teenage Pascal made “a seamless transition from ‘I want to be Indiana Jones’ to ‘I want to play Indiana Jones.’ ”

His latest transition was equally seamless. The veteran stage and TV actor already was an avid fan of 'Game of Thrones' when he got an audition for the hugely successful HBO medieval fantasy series. Pascal snared the role of Prince Oberyn Martell, aka the Red Viper, debuting last month amid great secrecy and anticipation.

It’s one more sign that the 39-year-old Pascal is much in demand. He recently portrayed an FBI internal-affairs officer on USA Network’s 'Graceland,' now is shooting episodes of CBS’ 'The Mentalist', and is co-starring in the film 'Bloodsucking Bastards'. 

As for 'Thrones,' which he shot last summer in Northern Ireland and Croatia, he’s proving to be a smooth scene-stealer - and not just because his character is an equal-opportunity lover (bedding men and women). What’s ahead for Oberyn? He quips: “An HBO SWAT team will come down on me if I say too much.”

Oberyn Martell is from the land of Dorne. And you?

I was born in Santiago, Chile. But my family left when I was 9 months old. We were given political asylum in Denmark. It was the mid-’70s and my parents were young and liberal. It was a dangerous time, and they were lucky they got out with their lives.

How old were you when you moved to Orange County?

I was 11. I went to middle school in Corona del Mar and to high school in Los Alamitos - so I could attend the Orange County School of the Arts.

You also trained in New York.

Yes, and I lived the typical struggling actor’s life there. I came back to L.A. after attending the Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. But mostly I’ve lived in New York.

You’ve done some name changing as an actor. You were Pedro Balmaceda in early TV and stage credits. And, briefly, Alexander Pascal.

Balmaceda is my father’s last name; Pascal is my mom’s last name. After she passed, I took her name. When I started out, I was struggling with not necessarily fitting into what a “Pedro” might look like to some casting directors. There wasn’t the familiarity with the vastness of Latino culture that we now have. But, my name is Pedro. And whether it was going to limit me or give me opportunities, it was something that I had to risk. It was my name. 

You’ve done a lot of episodic TV work: 'Buffy,' 'The Good Wife,' 'C.S.I.,' 'Red Widow.' Do you play a certain type?

I can’t say that I have too identifiable a type. Most times I’m glad I don’t, because I get to play very different characters. There wasn’t anything charming about the lawyer on 'The Good Wife.' He was a pretty sleazy guy, but he was also suited and very clean-cut. I’ve been a military commander in Colombia, a lawyer for the state’s attorney office, and on 'Homeland,' I was majority counsel for the Senate.

And you’re a vampire.

Yes, in 'Bloodsucking Bastards', which is a very broad, gory comedy - sort of 'The Office' meets 'Fright Night'. It’s about corporate office drones taken over by vampires. I’m the corporate takeover guy - and the head vampire.

Do you get to have fangs?

I get to do it all, from wearing fangs to full-on horror. I’m only getting my feet wet in film. I’ve done little parts here and there. This is my first major film role.

'Game of Thrones' is also major. How was the audition process?

They cast out of London. I was in California at the time, and was asked to put myself on tape. A friend of mine hand-held my iPhone while he read the scenes with me. The audition was seen by the show creators, David Benioff and Dan [D.B.] Weiss, who sent this really articulate email asking if I would be willing to record it again with an acting adjustment.

I decided to take the process a bit more seriously at that point and paid somebody to do the audition with proper lighting and with proper sound. [He laughs.] A few weeks after my first audition I found myself in Ireland, shaking hands with the creators of the show and two executives from HBO. I thought they’d brought me over for another audition. Even after a costume fitting and a stunt rehearsal, I still hadn’t understood fully that the part was mine. When the trip was over, I called my agent: “Did I get the part?”

You were quoted as saying Oberyn is a lover and a fighter.

It has more to do with the way he lives his life. He’s all passion. Whatever he feels, he does. He’s uncompromising and he doesn’t care what consequences he may face because of his actions.

The show is famous for its nudity among other things. In the episodes we’ve seen, you’re bare-chested. Are you gonna show even more skin?

The great thing about the character is you can never know what to expect because he’s a man who does what he wants, when he wants. So in one moment, he can start a fight with you, or ask you to go to bed with him, offer you some wine, or smash a fresh bottle against a wall. He flips on a dime. So whether or not we see more skin or blood is totally up for grabs. 

You’ve said your character has a “noble agenda,” seeking revenge for his sister’s death. But in Episode 3, he’s offered the chance to be an advisor to the king, who represents the enemy. How do you explain that?

I think for Oberyn Martell, to get as close to his enemies as possible is nothing but advantageous. But the seduction of power, for anyone, is inevitably dangerous, no matter where a person’s “integrity” exists at the start. That’s the thrilling aspect of the show that keeps everyone on their toes. Because as fantastical as the world is, the characters are all written as human beings, flaws and all.

Will your character return in Season 5?

Oh, I can’t tell you that.

Any plans to visit Europe this summer?

You’re looking for spoilers.

School Days

Pedro Pascal‘s mother helped him apply to the Orange County School of the Arts He auditioned, and made the cut.

Getting There

“My family lived in Newport Beach so I got an interdistrict transfer [to attend the school, which then was in Los Alamitos]. There was a lot of carpooling, a lot of different kids coming from different districts. I remember there was this drop-off point in the parking lot of South Coast Plaza. And I would sit with my parents and wait to be picked up. Once I got my driver’s license, they were so relieved.”

Life at OCSA

“When I was there, the school did not have an independent campus. They had trailers on the grounds of Los Alamitos High and had this abandoned middle school that was close enough to walk to. It was all very makeshift and innocent at the very beginning, which is kind of cool,” says the 1993 graduate, who visited the Santa Ana campus last fall to do an alumni master’s program. “I was so floored by the new facilities - and by the students.”

Favorite Place in O.C.?

“The beach at Little Corona. It’s so tiny, and the tide pools are so beautiful.”

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On This Day The 24th October In 1960 Elvis Presley Is Recognised By Arkansas State College And Is Presented And Awarded By Them The Man Of The Year Award At Is Home Graceland In Memphis Tennessee.By Two Representatives Who Come in Person From The Tau Epilson Fraternity At The Arkansas State College.

The Tau Kappa Epsilon fraternity at Arkansas State College was riding high on a wave of publicity in the fall of 1960. The fraternity had grabbed some positive headlines when chapter president Rick Husky, a journalism student from Wynne, succeeded in getting Ronald Reagan to drop by the fraternity house during his visit to Jonesboro.

Emboldened by the publicity Reagan's visit got, Husky dreamed up an idea to initiate someone famous as an honorary member. Elvis Presley was the unanimous choice, but no one believed Husky could pull it off. 'In fact, I remember several members pretty much laughing in my face', Husky said.

Rising to the challenge, Husky came up with the idea of presenting Elvis Presley with a Man of the Year Award for his considerable contributions to charity.

Elvis Presley had recently been discharged from the Army and had just arrived back at Graceland from Germany. Husky got the name of Elvis' Presley’s ‘secretary from a fan magazine and sent a letter to Elvis Presley at Graceland in care of the secretary notifying him that TKE wished to present him with his award.

But even he wasn't prepared for what followed when the world's biggest entertainer actually accepted their invitation to become an honorary TKE brother. 'Several days after mailing the letter to Graceland, I was shocked to receive a telegram at my dorm room', Husky said. 'It was from Elvis Presley ‘s secretary stating he was happy to learn of his Man of the Year Award. I was invited to Graceland to present the award and to initiate Elvis Presley at a night and time the following week'.

There was just one problem though. While the idea of recognizing Elvis Presley for his charity work was sincere, Husky had nothing to actually present to the entertainer because he had completely concocted the award as a publicity stunt. In a panic, Husky hurriedly dashed off some words to be engraved on a plaque for Elvis Presley’s Name and through some arm twisting, was able to get a Jonesboro sporting goods store to prepare an impressive polished brass plaque. Husky and TKE members Don DeArmen of Corning and Jeff Sheraer of Patterson, Mo., along with faculty member and fraternity advisor Robert Howe and photographer Charles Crowe, set out for Graceland on Oct. 24, 1960 in Husky's 1956 pink and white Ford for their meeting with Elvis Presley.Very Rare B/W Candid Photos Of Elvis Presley With The Two Representatives From Arkansas State College Tau Kappa Epilson Fraternity Taken By Elvis Presley’s Father Vernon Presley Here At Graceland And Also Of Is Famous Son Being Presented Here With The Man Of The Year Award And The Badge Pin As Well Here On The 24th October In 1960. As At the last mintue Charles Crowe Had A Family Emergency So Thank God Elvis Presley’s Father Vernon Presley Stepped In To Take These Rare B/W Candid Photos As Vernon Presley was An Excellent Photographer So Vernon Elvis Presley’s Father Saved The Day. And Of Course He Was Extremely Happy To See His Famous Son Elvis Presley Had Been Given The Recognition That He Truly Deserved.

True Fact; Elvis Presley Friends Here On Tumblr. Did You Know That Rick Husky Who Organised This Man Of The Year Award For Elvis Presley’s Achievements For Contributing To Charitable Cause’s Became A Friend Of Elvis Presley And Went On To Become A Director And Producer Of Many Great 1970’s Action Tv Series including Police Woman Charlie’s Angels etc... And Elvis Presley’s Contacted Him I’n 1974 When He Wanted To Produce Is Shelved The New Gladiators Karate Action Movie That Sadly Elvis Presley But He Didn’t Go Ahead And Finish It As Threre is Some Rare Footage Of It On A DVD and The Internet. And Another Fact Its Rumoured That Bruce Lee In 1972 When He Made Enter The Dragon In Hollywood With Warner Brother Studios Wanted To Meet Elvis Presley And Say Hello As Bruce Lee Was An Elvis Presley Fan And He Had The Greatest Respect For Elvis Presley Through Elvis Presley’s Martial Arts Friend Chuck Norris And Ed Parker But It Was Never Confirmed. As They Sadly Never Met Not Like The FAKE Photoshop Photo That People Who Shall We Say Will Remain Nameless Saying It’s Elvis Presley Meeting Bruce Lee In 1970 Sorry My Dear Elvis Presley Friends Here On Tumblr It’s Not It’s FAKE.

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What is your favorite whump movies or tv shows?

TV shows (non-exhaustive list):

The Fall (season 3 episodes 1-3 (heavy, heavy, perfect med whump))

The Flash (season 1 & 2)

Graceland (specifically season 3, episode 8, but also late season 2 early season 3, and also some smattering in between)

Daredevil (season 1, this has some of the best scenes, like the BEST)

Roswell (season 1, the white room if you like lab whump go on the n*tflix and watch this episode)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (throughout, but there are a lot of specific scenes that I love)

Spartacus, Blood and Sand (entire first season)

House/ER/Greys/Chicago Med (first handful of seasons, for my med whump)

Outlander (season 1, periodically, but I don't love it generally)

Movies/Scenes from Movies (it should be noted that I much more frequently perseverate on like feel-good light movies, I find that finding truly whumpy movies is rare and my overall preference is for light movies, since whumpy movies usually only have a handful of whumpy scenes and then you have to pay attention to the rest :))

Life Like (I just recently watched this and died 100 times over, it makes zero sense but we just don't look that deep)

Hunger Games Catching Fire (Whipping Scene)

X-Men/Wolverine Movies

Mad Max Fury Road

Papillon

The Shape of Water (nonhuman)

Upgrade

Captain America Winter Soldier

Some Recent Whumpy Reads (you didn't ask for this but I'm on one now)

The Foxhole Court series (easiest whumpiest read, keep your expectations low and get through the end of book 2 before dipping, you won't regret)

A Little Life (check the TW on google before embarking)

The Billionaire Series by Alexis Hall (ok it's not super whumpy but your imagination can really get carried away here)

The Last Sun by KD Edwards (specifically the first book but peachy swears by all 3 currently released)

The Darkness Outside Us

Captive Prince

Happy Head

What else? Whumpy Theatre?

The Inheritance (Toronto, Miami, and Columbus OH coming up if you're interested)

The Book of Mormon

A Little Life

Once on this Island

Life of Pi

Smuta (this is too niche to see right now but maybe one day)

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi. When you have some time, could you write Mike w. x reader? Maybe some time has passed since "it's been a while"imagine. Some fluff and a bit smut (or implied smut) is welcome. Xo

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You’d been casually seeing Mike for the past three months and while you can tell that you’re both completely different people than you were 5 years ago when you last saw him, you couldn’t help but feel like no time had passed. It felt natural, it felt right to be seeing Mike again and you found yourself looking forward to it every day.

Even though you’d been seeing each other for three months, neither of you broached the subject of making things official between you both and you didn’t know if that was something Mike wanted or not. But, as you were getting ready to meet him on this particular afternoon, you decided that today was going to be the day you actually spoke to him about it. The two of you took Miles for another walk along the beach before you invited him back to your place.

‘How come you wanted to come back to yours and not Graceland?’ he asked, unclipping Miles’ lead from his collar and hanging it up once you’d closed the door behind you.

‘We always go back to your place,’ you replied, slipping your shoes off and heading into your living room, Mike trailing after you. ‘Plus there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about and it would be easier if there wasn’t anyone else around to listen in or anything.’

Mike furrowed his brow as he sat on the edge of the sofa next to you, turning his body so he was facing you. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Everything’s fine,’ you were quick to reassure him as you moved closer to him, sliding your hand into his and smiling when you felt his grip tighten. ‘I just wanted to, maybe, talk about us? You know, where we are, where we stand, that kind of thing?’ You looked at him to see him already looking at you, a soft smile on his lips.

‘Sure,’ he replied gently. ‘So, where do you think we are?’

‘I was kind of hoping to ask you that first,’ you said, feeling shy all of a sudden, scared that he was going to turn around and say that he wasn’t interested in anything too serious with you.

‘Well, I like where we are,’ Mike began and you felt your shoulders deflate slightly, scared that your fears were about to come true. ‘But, I think that’s it’s been long enough. I think that, while this has been really great, I want to take things further, I don’t want to bump into people we know and have to introduce you as my friend, I’d much rather introduce you as my girlfriend, if you’d let me.’

You had to take a couple of seconds to process what he had just said. Whilst he said pretty much exactly what you wanted him to, there was still a part of you that didn’t really believe that you’d heard it come from his mouth.

‘Is that okay?’ Mike asked, reading into your silence wrong.

‘Yeah,’ you said simply and quietly, a shy smile forming on your lips while you looked at him. You moved closer to him on the sofa until your leg was brushing up against his and leaned in to gently peck his lips. As you were about to pull away, Mike wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss. Not breaking the kiss, Mike moved until he was hovering over you with his back pressed against the sofa and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

‘So, do you want to be my girlfriend?’ he asked, moving his lips to your neck as his fingers began to slip underneath the bottom of your t-shirt.

‘Yes,’ you gasped, throwing your head back when he scraped his teeth along your skin.

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“Don't ever let injustice go by unchallenged," his mother told him.

He was a rebel, a self-described “angry misfit”.

He and a friend would survive an ambush by KKK members who tried to force their vehicle off the road.

Born in Manhattan on March 1, 1927, and raised in Depression-era Harlem, he said he spent his life “in a constant state of rebellion.”

“His parents were mixed-race undocumented immigrants who constantly changed jobs, apartments and even their names to avoid authorities,” wrote Andrew R. Chow in Time Magazine. “Throughout my childhood we lived an underground life, as criminals of a sort, on the run,” [he would] write in his 2011 memoir.

Life for him as a child “was rife with hardship and sorrow, . . . His alcoholic father beat him bloody; his schoolyard years were full of fights waged with “bottles, garbage cans, rocks, hands and feet.” When he was a toddler, he accidentally cut himself in the eye with scissors, blinding himself in one eye for the rest of his life. [He] was also dyslexic, and his poor eyesight led him to drop out of school in the ninth grade, leaving him few career prospects.”

Poverty “defined” him, he wrote in his memoir.

“A day after his 17th birthday, he enlisted in the Navy and soon was disabused of romantic notions of military fellowship,” wrote Adam Bernstein of The Washington Post. “Minor infractions landed him for two weeks at the Naval Prison in Portsmouth, Va., where he saw German POWs receiving better treatment.”

“The injustice of this sickened me,” he wrote, adding that the experience “radicalized” him politically.

“Despite his service he was often turned away from segregated restaurants or concert venues.”

“The all-too-frequent incidents of prejudice kept me in an almost constant state of simmering rage,” he wrote.

When he returned, he found work as a janitor in a Harlem apartment building. A grateful tenant gave him tickets to the American Negro Theatre, where he started connecting with like-minded people. One of those, another janitor at the theater, became a life-long friend.

While looking for an acting job, he and his newlywed wife lived on her teacher’s salary in a $55-a-month apartment.

“In the meantime, he found a mentor in the African American entertainer Paul Robeson, a leading activist for civil and union rights who was hounded by federal authorities for his alleged socialist sympathies,” wrote Bernstein. Urged by Robeson, [he] began using folk songs to decry racism, poverty and other social ills.”

“In 1956, [he] decided to record an entire album of Caribbean island songs, much to the chagrin of his label, RCA, who felt it would be too “ethnic,” according to Chow. But [his album] was a runaway success: It made history as the first album to sell a million copies in the U.S., and embarked on a 99-week Billboard chart run that wouldn’t be matched until Michael Jackson’s Thriller more than a quarter-century later.”

Wrote Joshua Jelly-Schapiro of New York Magazine:

“In 1956, a Harlem-bred child of Caribbean immigrants [became] bigger than Elvis. But where Elvis built Graceland, [he] used the proceeds from [his album]” to assist a young Martin Luther King Jr. and his movement for civil rights. Along with his friend, the former janitor, Sidney Poitier, they became outspoken voices for justice and racial equality.

This Harlem-bred child of undocumented immigrants was born as Harold George Belanfanti Jr., but his parents had Americanized his name.

Harry Belafonte smashed “a series of barriers during five decades as a movie, TV and stage star, “ wrote Bernstein. “His artistic and humanitarian work frequently overlapped, reflecting his belief that ‘the role of art isn’t just to show life as it is but to show life as it should be.’”

He became “a dynamic force in the civil rights movement,” according to the New York Times.

This is a new story from the Jon S. Randal Peace page to honor the life and achievements of Harry Belafonte, who died of congestive heart failure Tuesday, April 25, at the age 96 at his New York home, according to his longtime spokesman.

The Peace Page focuses on past and present stories—some seldom told, others simply forgotten, still others intentionally ignored. The stories and chapters are gathered from writers, journalists, and historians to share awareness and foster understanding—to bring people together—and, as such, they are available all year in the Peace Page archives with new stories appearing each week throughout the year. We encourage you to learn more about the individuals and events mentioned here and to acknowledge the writers, educators, and historians whose words we present. Thank you for being here and helping us share awareness.

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Growing up, Belafonte would refer to “my people” as “gangsters”, but clarified that by saying, “I don’t mean major American crime; I mean, as an immigrant, if you can’t find work inside the law, you find work outside the law. Running numbers and so on. Which is, of course, a characteristic of the poor, who find ways to break the rules, since the rules are always stacked against them.”

When he joined the Navy in 1944, he was hoping for adventure and glory on the Eastern front of World War II. “But the armed forces were still segregated, with African Americans often relegated to dangerous grunt work like handling live ammunition.”

When he “later enrolled in the Dramatic Workshop of the New School of Social Research,” his classmates included “Marlon Brando, Walter Matthau, Bea Arthur, Rod Steiger and Tony Curtis,” according to writer Drew Weisholtz.

When he released his history-making album “Calypso,” he said “It’s a song about my father, my uncles, the men and women who toil in the banana fields, the cane fields of Jamaica.”

"The song is a work song," he said. "It's about men who sweat all day long, and they are underpaid. They're begging for the tallyman to come and give them an honest count: 'Count the bananas that I've picked so I can be paid.' When people sing in delight and dance and love it, they don't really understand unless they study the song — that they're singing a work song that's a song of rebellion."

"When people thought he was just singing about good times in the islands, he was always like infusing messages of protest and revolution in everything he did," John Legend said.

“There had never before been any singer that popular with White middle-class audiences as well as Black audiences,” the cultural critic and scholar Henry Louis Gates Jr. said in an interview. “In that sense, he was an agent of change, the musical voice of civil rights.”

“Using music to espouse universal brotherhood, Mr. Belafonte encouraged audiences to sing along to calypso, protest and chain-gang songs, the ballad ‘Danny Boy’ and the Hebrew folk song ‘Hava Nagila’, according to The Washington Post.

“A two-time Grammy Award winner, Belafonte also won a Tony Award for best actor in a featured role in a musical for ‘John Murray Anderson’s Almanac’ in 1954,” according to Weisholtz.

“The first Black producer in television, he also won an Emmy Award in 1960 for his special ‘Tonight with Belafonte.’ In 2015, he was recognized with a Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award at the Oscars, giving him coveted EGOT status.”

Despite his popularity, Belafonte “still met with plenty of resistance, especially as he entered previously segregated spaces,” wrote Chow. “While walking up Coldwater Canyon while filming his first Hollywood role, Bright Road, he was arrested and charged with illegal loitering. In Las Vegas, he was turned away from the resort he was playing at and instead told to stay at a dingy colored motel across town. A Chicago club’s manager initially refused to let him into his own show.”

In one famous incident, “Mr. Belafonte and White British singer Petula Clark were performing a duet of the antiwar song ‘Paths of Glory’ on an NBC special,” according to Bernstein. “An advertising manager for the automaker Chrysler-Plymouth, which was sponsoring the show, objected when Clark spontaneously touched Mr. Belafonte’s arm.

“The executive, who interrupted the song and had called for a retake, was later reprimanded by Chrysler and called Mr. Belafonte to apologize. ‘Your apology comes 100 years too late,’ the singer replied. NBC kept the scene when the show was televised. Mr. Belafonte later told an interviewer, “It is essential to television and industries to know that people like [this] exist. I’m tired and frustrated by what I’ve had to go through in this medium.”

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“At the height of his mainstream fame, Belafonte stepped back from entertainment to devote the bulk of his time to the burgeoning Civil Rights Movement,” according to Time Magazine. “He became a key economic engine and behind-the-scenes organizer for many of the sit-ins, freedom rides and marches that would sweep the South and propel social and federal change.”

“He became one of Martin Luther King Jr.’s most trusted confidants, serving as a mediator between King and John F. Kennedy’s White House; he stood at the front lines at the March on Washington and the final march from Selma to Montgomery.”

“Belafonte’s global popularity and his commitment to our cause is a key ingredient to the global struggle for freedom and a powerful tactical weapon in the civil rights movement here in America. We are blessed by his courage and moral integrity,” King once said.

“In the immediate wake of the Birmingham protests in 1963, when thousands of children were jailed by Bull Connor’s police forces, [Belafonte] raised hundreds of thousands of dollars and worked closely with King, Attorney General Robert Kennedy and union leaders to bail scores of children out of jail,” wrote Chow.

“He also brought Brando, Charlton Heston, Paul Newman and Tony Bennett to the 1963 March on Washington, where King delivered his ‘I Have a Dream’ speech — a critical show of White support that made King’s address all the more universal in its appeal,” according to the Washington Post.

And, he “used his friendships with Frank Sinatra, Marlon Brando, Lena Horne and Henry Fonda to raise more than $100,000 to fund the Freedom Rides in 1964 that challenged racial segregation in interstate transportation.”

This was the time he and Poitier sped down the highway as a pursuing group of the Ku Klux Klan fired gunshots at them.

“Whenever we got into trouble or when tragedy struck, Harry has always come to our aid, his generous heart wide open,” Coretta Scott King wrote of Belafonte in her autobiography.

Martin Luther King Jr.'s daughter Bernice King remembers, "When I was a child, Harry Belafonte showed up for my family in very compassionate ways. In fact, he paid for the babysitter for me and my siblings . . . I won’t forget.”

“­Belafonte also persuaded JFK to approve airlifting a planeload of Kenyan students to America in 1961,” according to Joshua Jelly-Schapiro of New York Magazine.

Belafonte remembered, “We had the airlift, right. Myself, Jackie Robinson, Eleanor Roosevelt, and a woman called Cora Weiss. And we brought Kenyan students, before independence . . . we got them visas to enter American universities. And one of our lifts—and we didn’t have many—on one of those planes, we had Barack Obama’s father.”

“In the decades to come he would expand his empathetic push to a global scale, fighting against apartheid in South Africa, famine in Ethiopia, and genocide in Rwanda,” wrote Chow. “He became a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador . . . and railed fiercely against the Iraq War.”

He “was also one of the driving forces behind ‘We Are the World,’ the star-studded charity single that raised more than $60 million for Ethiopian famine relief after its 1985 release,” according to Larry McShane and Peter Sblendorio of the New York Daily News. “He appeared in the video with an assortment of fellow musical legends, including Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Bruce Springsteen, Ray Charles and Bob Dylan.”

And, speaking of Dylan, “during the recording of his 1962 album ‘Midnight Special,’ Belafonte brought in a recently-transplanted Minnesota musician to play harmonica. The young man, named Bob Dylan, made his recording debut playing on the title track.”

“At pivotal moments, he was one of the most critical supporters of the civil rights movement,” said Taylor Branch, a Pulitzer Prize-winning civil rights historian. “Harry was a strong force for keeping people on an even keel.”

“After King’s assassination in 1968, Mr. Belafonte became a roving humanitarian without portfolio,” wrote Bernstein. “He helped start TransAfrica, a lobbying group that pressed for economic sanctions against South Africa’s apartheid regime. He lobbied for the release of Nelson Mandela and then helped coordinate the future South African president’s first visit to the United States after his liberation in 1990.”

“Belafonte also created the Gathering For Justice in 2005 to stop child incarceration and put an end to racial inequity in the justice system,” wrote Weisholtz.

~~~~~

“There was never a performer who crossed so many lines as Harry,” Bob Dylan wrote in his 2004 memoir.

“He could play to a packed house at Carnegie Hall one night and then the next day he might appear at a garment center union rally,” Dylan wrote. “To Harry, it didn’t make any difference. People were people. He had ideals and made you feel you’re part of the human race.”

“You know,” Dylan added, “he never took the easy path, though he could have.”

“I wasn’t an artist who became an activist,” Belafonte reflected on his 90th birthday. “I was an activist who became an artist.”

Harry Belafonte was an activist into his 90s. He told NPR in 2011 that was something he learned from his mother.

"She was tenacious about her dignity not being crushed. And one day, she said to me — she was talking about coming back from a day when she couldn't find work. Fighting back tears, she said, 'Don't ever let injustice go by unchallenged.'"

"Harry Belafonte, a Trailblazer and Hero to us all," said Oprah Winfrey. "Thank you for your music, your artistry, your activism, your fight for civil rights and justice—especially risking your life back in the day to get money to the movement. Your being here on Earth has Blessed us all."

He once said, “I’ve always looked at the world and thought, ‘What can I do next? Where do we go from here? How can we fix it?’”

“And that’s still how I look at the world, because there is so much to be done.”

~ jsr

The Jon S. Randal Peace Page

[presleybutlervsp]

October 24, 1960

Elvis Presley poses with his new fraternity brothers – Graceland.

Rick Husky pins a TKE pledge pin on his newest fraternity brother Elvis Presley.

in the 1970s, Rick Husky wrote the “streets of San Francisco” episode with the Memphis Mafia names and in the 1990s, was the producer of the Elvis tv series “Good Rocking Tonight” starring Micheal St Gerard.

[albinodeer]

Fanfic Commissions Open!

Hello, everyone, I am reopening my commissions, with some changes.

I will be offering fluff, NSFW, canon stuff, OC stuff, pretty much anything within reason. I can provide writing samples on request.

Pricing will be decided by requested length, content, and research needed if I don't know the characters. Prices start at .018 per word (a little higher than in the past, but I am far more experienced now and feel that my skills have improved. Plus, the cost of living is outrageous).

My biggest change to my commissions is that I am going to be pickier with what commissions I accept. In the past, I have taken anything that came my way and found myself not enjoying my work anymore. If I am not super excited by the idea, I might politely decline. It is nothing against you or your idea, it's just about what I enjoy writing.

Send me a PM if you're interested!!

I am familiar with the following fandoms, but am willing to write for other fandoms and even use your OCs!

Musicals

Hamilton

Les Mis

Be More Chill

Death Note Musical

Dear Evan Hansen

Spring Awakening

Heathers

In the Heights

RENT

Anastasia

Once on this Island

Mean Girls

Kinky Boots

Waitress

Hadestown

Wicked

Next to Normal

Phantom of the Opera

The Mad Ones

TV Shows/Anime

Supernatural

Wednesday

Stranger Things

The 100

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Death Note

White Collar

Schitt's Creek

Parks and Rec

The Office

Graceland

Criminal Minds

The Good Place

Dead to Me

Squid Game

Only Murders In The Building

Law and Order

Law and Order: SVU

Book Series

Harry Potter

Dresden Files (1-13 currently)

Legend

Divergent

The Hunger Games (Including prequel)

Inkheart

Other

Hazbin Hotel (On a very limited basis)

Helluva Boss (On a very limited basis)

Stardew Valley

Probably more! Just ask!

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hey hey! new to your tumblr and I gotta say I'm loving it. would you mind reccing me some of your favorite whump-filled TV shows? i need a new series to binge :D

Hello there!! Welcome! Yeah I've got tons of shows I can rec. Here are some of my favs and some I think deserve more attention:

Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Burn Notice, Forever, Grimm, Graceland, Hawaii Five-0, Legend of the Seeker, Merlin BBC, the Mentalist, M*A*S*H, Murdoch Mysteries, Prodigal Son, Sense8, 9-1-1, 9-1-1 Lone Star, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the series, Dark Angel, Once Upon a Time, Outlander.

[nowallitdoesisburn]

Graceland fic for your eyeballs, will be multi-chap and maybe a two part series. Buckle in folks.