Requested! Trigger warning: past abuse, childhood trauma
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You rolled your eyes as Elvis went off, completely losing his cool once you both reached the bedroom. It had probably been one of the worst arguments you ever had, Elvis's jealously exploding due to the unknown man speaking to you at the event. He hated to see anyone flirt with his woman- the look in the man's eyes causing him to completely flip out and leave with you immediately, he knew them all too well, hungry and lust filled.
"You're taking this way out of proportion!" You snapped, taking out the earrings that pained your earlobes due to their weight. You hadn't done anything wrong, not seeing how it could be your fault some stranger had no idea you were taken. It wasn't the first time, men tried to approach you often- which Elvis loathed. He knew you were a beautiful wanted woman, but you were his woman. This time sending him over the edge.
"Standin' there giggling, acting like the fool said the funniest fuckin' thing you've ever heard!" Elvis boomed, pointing a stern finger at you from across the bedroom. The argument continued on whilst you both prepared for bed, now situated in the bathroom with a toothbrush in your mouth- defending your side of the story whilst Elvis aggressively brushed his teeth. "Embarrassin' me. Ridiculous." He seethed when he spat out the last of the toothpaste, storming his way over to your shared bed.
Elvis hated to argue with you, and he knew well his jealousy and own insecurities were the main reason for this one. But he couldn't help it, he selfishly expected you to be by his side at all times- to prevent anyone trying to steal you away from him. It was a him problem, overly possessive of who he cared about. Perhaps his past relationships were another factor. It had taken a lengthy amount of time to gain his trust, so it irritated you extremely when he acted this way.
"Okay, Elvis." You snapped, throwing the nightie over your bare body as it cascaded down neatly. "I'm sorry someone other than you wanted to speak to me! Maybe I'll just go hide in a fuckin' corner for you next time. Hypocrite I swear to god, women all over ya every time we go somewhere-"
"Don't turn this on me!" Elvis's southern voice spoke in disbelief, shaking his head. You ignored him, deciding you were over the arguing. He was just getting himself more riled up the more you spoke- so you decided to simply leave it.
The cotton bedsheets draped over your body as you sat in the bed beside Elvis, ignoring his demands to answer him. "-I'm going to sleep, Elvis." You whined, whipping your head around to look at him, he sat up- hand rising up to run through his hair with frustration. You flinched, backing up a little with scared eyes.
Elvis frowned, his angry expression turning softer. "What was that?"
"Huh?" You panicked, realising how dumb you must have looked.
Elvis noticed you jolt back the second he raised his hand, in disbelief that your body reacted such a way. Did you really think he'd lay a hand on you?
"What- You honestly think I would hit you baby?" He muttered, guilt seething through his mind. You quickly shook your head, eyes welling with tears. Elvis had never got violent with you, but your past liked you catch you in some moments, a simple natural reflex to your previous traumas.
"I'm sorry." You whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all the arguing and now, this.
Elvis sat up straight, placing his arms on your petite shoulders. His eyes were laced with emotion, suddenly realising that maybe he took it too far this time- did he scare you? Were you scared of him? It made him feel sick to even think about it.
"(Y/N).. I could never fuckin' lay a hand on you. Why did you flinch like that mama?" He spoke softly, searching for an answer in your face. You shrugged, Elvis wiping a stray tear from your cheek.
"I just, it was just a response I guess. I ain't used to arguin' without something bad happening I guess." Your voice broke out, memories you'd rather forget flooding your brain like a tsunami.
Elvis knew about your childhood, and your ex boyfriend before him. Blaming himself for moving his arm too quickly without thinking , blaming himself for everything. He constantly wished he could've got to meet you before all of that happened. To show you how a woman should be treated. To not have to teach you how to love all over again. To him, you were the most precious thing in the universe- baffled at how someone could do such things to someone so genuine and loving.
The argument didn't even matter to him now, ushering out apologies as he held you close to him. "You don't ever gotta feel that way around me okay? I ain't ever gonna make you feel unsafe."
You nodded, sniffling a little as your tears began to halt. "I know, baby. I know."
"I mean it (Y/N) okay? I'm sorry for all that, I shouldn't have taken out my jealousy on you. But no matter how bad we argue I know damn well I'd never do somethin' bad to you. I've got you for life darlin' and I'm gonna make sure nothing ever happens to that." He spoke again, "Come here, you want to lay down with me?"
You nodded, resting your head on his chest. Elvis ran his fingers through your soft hair, tears you couldn't see welling in his own eyes. But after some more apologies and loving, you felt better- wishing you never had to experience that pain before, so that you could have a normal argument with your partner like anyone else- but Elvis eased your racing thoughts. Making sure you knew that your reaction to his were valid, and that you were safe and loved.
That's what you loved about him, and why you had risked it all to fall in love all over again when you met. No matter how much you argued, or disagreed- at the end of the night you would lay beside each other, communicating and resolving whatever issues arose. Never going to bed angry at each other.
