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to you, i'm just a man (to me, you're all i am) | joel miller x reader

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1298

Summary: Joel would die for you and Ellie; that much was evident, but you only come to realise your true feelings for the man when you realise just how much you need him to live for you both, too.

Note(s): ANGST central for my first ever Joel fic!! I'm so excited to share this, and I hope it is just as exciting to read as it was to write! Any feedback is appreciated, but please be respectful! Please give me any requests in my inbox or comments if you have any, I would love to hear them! Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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His blood seeps into the creases of your palms as you desperately apply pressure to his stab wound, the coarse fabric of the cloth you found in your bag doing little to stem the flow. Joel writhes beneath you on the worn mattress, his pain evident in the way he clenches his teeth.

Tears blur your vision as you stumble through apologies, aware of Ellie's tearful gaze on your side profile. She hovers nearby, torn between worry and terror, fearing the loss of yet another person, especially someone as crucial as Joel.

Or, in Henry's words, the type of guy you'd follow anywhere.

His trembling hands find their place on your coat sleeve, tugging with only the desperation of a dying man as you will to keep your blood-soaked hands pressed over his injury.

"Leave...Leave..." His voice is hoarse and shaky, and that terrifies you. "Take my gun."

"Shut up, Joel," Ellie pleads weakly, standing helplessly behind you. "We aren't leaving you."

"Leave." Joel's voice is cold, angry, and scared. But underneath it all, the thing that scared you most was that there is a twinge in his tone that seems too relenting, too assured in letting the battle against him win, much like how Tess had appeared in the state house way back at the beginning of this fucked-up journey, and that was most certainly not him.

You were not losing him, not today.

You choke down the sob rising in your throat, feeling it pulsing in the column of your throat as you look up at Ellie and do your best to ignore the way her face falls at the sight of big tears sliding down your cheeks. "Go upstairs, Ellie. Look for a first-aid kit or something. Be quick."

She doesn't even hesitate, barely nodding before following your instructions, ignoring Joel as he protests weakly against your words on the mattress below.

You finally allow yourself to look down at Joel's face once Ellie is out of sight.

His eyes are wild with an unrecognised emotion; pain and exhaustion are also evident inside his brown irises. It's the first time you have found yourself properly gazing into his eyes, allowing you to see him for who he truly was for the first time—the self that he had resisted letting show for the entirety of the journey until this very moment.

The fearful man beneath.

"Joel..." You trail off, unsure what to say. Ellie is gone for the moment; should you say goodbye, just in case? Even the notion of doing so has hot tears dribbling down your cheeks, and you're shaking your head at yourself as you try to think of what to do, feeling completely and utterly hopeless.

You're the only capable adult left in this situation, and Ellie is looking to you for guidance on what to do. You couldn't imagine if she were left on her own in this situation. All you know is that if Joel dies and Ellie becomes your sole responsibility, the two of you will barely make it a day.

"Go...go North." He tries, his voice weak, and you ignore him, shaking your head.

Joel achieves a tight grip on you all of a sudden, breaking you from your internal breakdown as he uses seemingly his final bout of strength to tug you closer, startling you as your face looms over his, the closest you have ever been, as one of your hands flies to catch his wrists to stop him from loosening your pressure on his wound. He grits his teeth, speaking through his fear, his voice trembling. "I said, Fucking go! Take Ellie, and get back to Tommy. It's not far. He'll get you to the fireflies... Get you both there."

"Stop, stop.." You shake your head, your voice cracking, but he persists through your protests until you finally snap. "Just shut the fuck up, Joel! We aren't leaving! I...I can't. I can't do this on my own. I can't do... I can't do this without you."

His grip on you loosens, and for a moment, through your tears, you can see his pained and angry expression soften. It is momentary as his eyes flitter between both of yours as he takes in your words, but you feel your heart ache at the glimpse of the real man beneath his cold exterior.

Then, his hands, his bruised knuckles burning white on the fabric of your coat bunched in his grip, pull you closer, and for a moment, your breath hitches. And then he is shoving you away, shattering your delusion in a second.

"Fucking go." He grits out once more, watching as you fall to the floor, using your hands to catch yourself, and letting go of his wound.

You take a moment, out of pure shock, to watch as he cranes his head back to look at the ceiling, as if he can't bear to look at you.

As if he can't bear to see you leave.

"I'm not giving up on you, you asshole." You sniffle, pushing yourself up and glancing up towards the ceiling as you hear Ellie crashing about on the floor above, letting out angry yells to herself. "And neither is she. So don't you fucking give up on us, alright? We've come too far for you to fucking bail on us now."

He groans in pain as you place your hands back on top of the cloth over his wound, pressing down and feeling the warm liquid coat your already-soaked hands once more. You feel and hear him writhing discomfortably beneath you, drowning out your murmured apologies, until he suddenly begins to stop, his movements beginning to slow.

You can't bear to witness what is most likely the face of his dead corpse, and so you find yourself sobbing over your bloodied hands, your eyes squeezed closed as the metallic scent of his blood infiltrates your nostrils due to the close proximity.

"Please...please...you asshole. Please don't do this to me. Please." You cry softly, hearing the ceiling above you continue to squeak as Ellie's boots pound against the floorboards, still tirelessly searching, it seems, even as your own hope begins to dwindle. "I can't do this, Joel. I can't do this on my own. I can't keep her safe. She needs you. I need you. I fucking need you here. I need you to help me do this."

Your hysterical rambles trail off as Ellie's footsteps overhead speed up as they approach the basement door, and soon she is practically ripping the door of the hinges, her boots slamming against each wooden step as she announces, "Here, I found this."

She is on her knees beside you in less than a second, holding up a sewing needle and thread that you can barely find the strength to glance at. You notice she is out of breath and eyeing you with fear that she's too late.

"Ellie...I'm... I'm sorry, but—"

A weak cough interrupts you, and against your gut feeling, you turn your head to check on Joel immediately. His eyes are watery and half-lidded, but he is looking at you with such intensity that you can't bear to look away.

His hands, which had previously been clasped together over his stomach after pushing you away, twitch, a few of his fingers raising upwards, towards you. You reach out your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and you feel him squeeze weakly, his twitching thumb gliding slowly across the side of your hand, savouring the feeling of your soft skin as a small tear slips down his cheek.

You smile weakly at him, nodding with nothing but gratefulness. He was holding on, and whether he would make it to see the next sunrise with you both or not, he was fighting.

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naveymoon · 9 months

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oh to be pedro pascal’s kid in a cinematic universe

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naveymoon · 9 months

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“my daughter is fine” your daughter stays up until 4am reading joel x platonic!reader & joel x daughter!reader on tumblr & ao3

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naveymoon · 1 year

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christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.

like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid

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naveymoon · 1 year

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i am tired. i am exhausted. from my head to my soul to my bones i am so fucking tired.

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naveymoon · 2 years

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UPDATE.

Hi my loves.

I wanted to come on here and apologise for my inactivity. My auntie died of cancer on September 6th. She was more like a second mother to me or a best friend, and I've never lost anybody that close before. Grief has chewed me up and spit me out for the past three days, which is why I haven't been on here much. Grief is a dreadful, difficult aspect of life, and I am deeply sorry to anyone who is also actively suffering the loss of a loved one. I believe that you can never completely understand the magnitude of grief until it happens to you. In any case, please accept my apologies for the lack of updates. I'm not sure when I'll be able to return, but I apologise for not fulfilling anyone's requests or releasing part twos to stuff. My brain is mush right now. Forgive me <3 Be safe lovelies, and I will return as soon as possible.

All my love,

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➳ Are You Lonesome Tonight? (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2638

Summary: It's the night before Elvis is scheduled to leave for military service, and your grief at his departure is consuming you and your family.

Note(s): Just some casual family-fluff/angst, at your service <3 I quickly want to make it known that I use the biopic and Austin as my main writing/inspiration port and so details may not always be correct/factual/timed in the right way and in no way am I trying to make assumptions or spread misinformation about the real Elvis Presley. <3 As always, all feedback is appreciated, but please be nice! Thank you, El ᵕ̈

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The evening before he left had been picture-perfect if such a statement could be claimed in this scenario. Elvis had assembled his closest friends and family to Graceland, and everyone was drinking and eating a great, spectacular meal that compared to a banquet over anything else. Elvis had shared stories and experiences from his first few gigs, his friends had related anecdotes about him on the road, and Elvis had seemed truly happy for the first time in weeks.

Naturally, you blended in with the group's smiles and laughter, fighting off the frown that was always on your face whenever eyes were not directed at you, but you were in no way amused or cheerful. You had no idea how they, particularly Elvis, could play the role of happy families while your entire world is crashing around you.

Maybe it was because you were fixated on the thought of grief this evening, since not only were you losing your partner, your beloved, the one who calmed your every fear and kissed away every concern that filled your expression - but your son, who was only eight months old, was also losing his father. He'd be two when his father returned, and you mourned not just your loss of the man who had given you your baby, but also everything your lover would miss out on while he was gone.

Thomas Jesse Presley was born a few months after Elvis bought Graceland for his family, and it had been the house that had kept him warm, nourished, and happy for his whole short existence, and he had never known any other lifestyle. You, on the other hand, had entered Graceland at age twenty-one with concerns; what if you and Elvis couldn't pull it off? What if he chose fame over family? Where would you and Thomas end up? Those same concerns lingered even now, especially when the news of his deployment became public following that one concert.

When the news was broken to you, Elvis had cradled your cheek with one hand and smoothed over the light wisps of hair that covered Thomas' small head, promising you that Graceland would always be a home to both of you, whether he was there or not.

You're not so sure as you sit in the kitchen, surrounded by litter and empty cartons, bottles, and food packaging, cradling tiny Thomas in your arms after his night feed. The only reason Graceland had always felt like home to you was because Elvis was there. Sure, you got along with Gladys and Vernon, and you know how much they adore Thomas, but you never felt like you completely fit in with them, or with anyone, except for Elvis and Thomas.

Rocking your sleepy son in your arms, you sigh as Elvis says his goodbyes to the few of his friends and family who are leaving Graceland sober. Part of you feels bad for hiding away, but you know that if you didn't, you'd either collapse into tears or start an argument with one of Elvis' overly-jovial family members, and that's the last thing you want Elvis to remember as he's being shipped away.

A tear slides down your cheek as you ponder his absence, and you struggle to fight back the sob that trembles upon your lips, failing miserably as your son startles in your arms. You lift your baby to lay him on your shoulder, caressing along his back and softly shushing him, but it's all in vain.

"Oh dear, someone's a fuss pot this evenin!" Gladys coos, startling you as she walks into the kitchen, resting a hand on the small of your back. She walks through the mess the guests have made and stands in front of you, patting Thomas' back. She examines your features, her expression softening when she discovers your tears. "Oh, my darlin'. What's the matter? What can I do f'ya?"

You sniffle and shake your head, "No, no, I'm good. I should put Thomas to bed."

As you try to flee, she grabs your arm and spins you around, frowning. You can smell the alcohol radiating from her, and you know how much she drank tonight to relieve herself of her problems and sorrows, and you know that having this talk with her when she is intoxicated is not a smart idea.

"I promise, I'm fine." You reassure her as she slowly releases her grasp.

She sighs heavily, muttering something about the value of family as she spins around and goes for the nearly empty wine bottle on the kitchen counter, and as much as you know you should take it from her, you just want to be away with Thomas for a second.

You rush past the swarm of guests assembled at Graceland's front door, carrying Thomas upstairs and directly to his nursery, which is located directly adjacent to yours and Elvis's bedroom.

"Ready for bed, baby? I know, I know, you're so tired. Mama's so tired, too."

You softly close the door, reaching for the pacifier that had been placed carelessly on Thomas' changing table, and make your way to the rocking chair by the moonlit window. As you sit, gently providing your son with his soother, you begin slowly rocking him, closing your eyes as you wait for his faint cries to subside.

"C'mon Tommy, I know you're tired," you say, rubbing your thumb across his brow in continuous, soothing strokes, knowing that this is the technique that would always help him sleep. "Mama's here, she's always gonna be here for you. We are gonna be just fine, you and me. Just you and me against the world for a little while, huh, how's that sound?"

He gradually settles down, sucking on his pacifier as he lets go of all his troubles and enters dreamland, blissful and free. You hum quietly, your fingers casually brushing along your son's brow as you begin to drift off to sleep with him, that is until you feel him beginning to slip from your arms.

You jerk awake and cling to Thomas even tighter before meeting Elvis' gaze as your son rests half on your lap and half in his arms. He chuckles softly and quietly, "Hey, mama. It's all right, let me help you. You look exhausted."

"No," you respond a little harshly, looking down at your sleeping baby. "I can do it."

Elvis seems perplexed by your attitude, but he assists you in securely returning your baby to your arms, observing from the side as you stand to put him in his crib, gradually settling him with a few more reassuring shushes. "Good night, baby," you murmur, stroking his onesie-cladded tummy softly.

You pause over the crib for a few seconds before leaving the room and hearing Elvis telling his son goodnight. You stand at the door for a few seconds, listening as he tells Thomas, "Daddy loves you so much and he's gonna be thinking of you and mama every day. Now, speaking of, you gotta promise to take care of mama for me, now, okay? You're the man of the house til' I get back, son."

You hurry into your shared bedroom, unable to take hearing anymore, intending to change before breaking down again tonight.

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When you emerge from the bathroom almost ten minutes later, your hair is tied back, your face is makeup-free, and you are dressed in a short baby-blue nightgown.

Elvis watches you from the bed, a grin on his face as he runs his eyes up and down your body. "That's a good look on ya, mama," he says quietly, being cautious of your sleeping son next door.

"You're only sayin' that cuz' you bought this dress," you say playfully.

"Mm, I know what my girl looks good in," he flirts while kneeling in front of you on the edge of his bed. He wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you in close. He is shirtless, wearing only a pair of red-checked pyjama trousers, which you can only guess will soon be patterning on the floor. "God, baby, you're so beautiful."

He rubs his face into your cleavage flesh, inhaling your aroma and kissing lower till the fabric of your gown stops him. He glances up at you, his eyes large and lusty, his pupils dilated as if you're the only girl in the world.

You run your hand through his hair as he redirects his attention to pressing kisses on your skin, attempting to soak up the moment. Unfortunately, your brain cannot turn off when Elvis gets a bit more handsy along the bottom of your nightgown, lifting it to reveal your stomach and running his fingertips down your skin.

"Elvis, please.." Elvis misunderstands your whisper. He grins at you, muttering against your skin between kisses, "My girl's so impatient, tonight. Don't worry, baby, 'imma take such good care o' ya."

You exhale, allowing your head to drop back as he kisses farther up your chest, his hands encircling your back and holding you tenderly and securely as he kisses along your neck. "Elvis..I-I wanna talk to you," you murmur slowly.

"Talk to me then, doll." He straightens up, nuzzling his face behind your ear and lightly kissing your skin. He pauses beside your ear, before whispering, "Tell me what you want me to do to ya."

"No, Elvis, I-" you draw away, leaving him with a puzzled expression from the bed. He frowns as he watches you cross your arms over yourself, anxiously caressing your left elbow. You shake your head, "I just- I don't understand how you're so casual right now."

He looks at you, then drops to the bed below and takes a seat on the edge, "What in the hell are you talkin' 'bout, Y/N? Ain't it casual to wanna make love to my girl?"

"You won't even talk to me about it," You keep ranting, mostly to yourself, as you begin to pace in front of him. "We've known for weeks, and we never talk about it! You're always too busy with the Colonel or your Mama or your Daddy or Tommy is with us."

"You talkin' 'bout the army?" Elvis asks, his eyes narrowing.

"God, what else, Elvis?" You exclaim, your irritation visible in your words. "You're leaving tomorrow, and you haven't even talked to me about anything; all you've done is play blasted happy families with your friends and drink all night. Everyone was staring at me like I was the poor little girl left behind and you were just laughing. Nothing was even funny!"

He stands up, "That's right, I am leavin' tomorrow, me! This is happening to me, Y/N, and you're upset because I was havin' a little fun with my friends?"

"No, Elvis! Us! This is happening to us!" You take a step closer to him, angry and upset, and convinced that you have been entirely misunderstood. "Me, you and our son. You're leaving and I'm alone with a baby, our baby. Have you even thought 'bout what that's gonna be like? Elvis, we're s'posed to be a family!"

He expresses his anger with wild gestures, "What y'expect me to do 'bout it? Go to damn prison instead? You're the one who told me to do what made me happy on that stage, Y/N, and that's what I did! We both knew it was gon' have consequences! And will ya keep it down? Our son's next door, damn it!"

"Not for us! Why did it have to have consequences for us?" Your voice is softer now, your rage having dissipated into sheer sadness. "Your son loves you, Elvis, and so do I… I don't want you to go. I…I don't want to be alone. I want you to be at home with us, like a normal, happy family."

Elvis sits quietly, staring down at his lap with a puzzled expression. He has no idea what to say or do, and he knows that neither will make things better, even if he did.

"I want you to be happy, Elvis," you whimper, your hands running across your cheeks and your breathing heavy. "And I want our son to be happy. I just…I just want everything back to the way it was, b'fore all this nonsense. I'm afraid that…that these two years are gonna ruin us."

"Y'don't think we're gonna make it?" he asks, his eyes welling up with tears.

"I want to," you respond as you approach and stand in front of him. "I'm just- I'm scared, Elvis. I can't sleep at night anymore, just thinkin' 'bout you and Tommy and us, our life. After tomorrow, it-it could all be gone."

"You really think I'd just let y'both go like that?" Elvis muses aloud, tentatively reaching up to grasp your hips. He subconsciously brushes his thumb up and down your silk-clothed flesh. "Tommy's my son, my boy, and you're my girl, the one I love most in this damn world. You gave me one of the best gifts in my whole life with that boy, and you think I am just gon' forget that all in two years? I'll be coming home as soon as I can, Y/N, and things will be so much better when I do. We have too much together to just throw away like trash. We're gonna be just fine."

You exhale, your hands caressing his face as you allow him to pull you into his arms and place you on his lap. He watches you closely as you fidget with his hair and continue to be lost in your thoughts, not present in the moment with him. "Sweetheart, tell me what's on your mind. I wanna understand. I don't wanna leave on bad terms with my girl."

"What if…" you feel stupid and unworthy under his eyes, as your gaze falls to your lap, leaving the question unspoken.

"Y/N," he says sternly as he tilts your chin up with his pointer finger.

"What if you meet someone else?"

The question lingers in the tense atmosphere of your shared bedroom, and as quickly as it arises, it is snatched away as Elvis chuckles softly and leans in to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

"Don't laugh, you asked." You whisper against his lips.

He grins as he presses two more kisses to your lips, followed by another long, delicate kiss to the corner of your mouth. "God, you're just precious. You really think I could meet anyone like you out there?"

"Maybe someone better."

"Will you stop that?" Elvis mumbles, adoringly stroking his hand down your cheek. "I love you, just you. You have my heart, baby. I don't want anyone but you. The only one on my mind at night will be you, I swear."

You throw your arms around him and lean on his shoulder. He returns your hug, pressing light kisses to your shoulder.

"I love you so much, Elvis," You brush your hand along the back of his head, whispering. "I'm sorry for being mad at you; you deserved to have fun tonight and I'm glad you did. I'm just so scared of losing you."

"I know, baby," he says, softly pulling at your hair to make you look at him. He offers a faint smile, "'m scared, too, but we're gonna be okay. I believe in us, and I want you to believe in us, too. There is proof that you and I, we, can get through anythin', and that's Tommy, right? 'member how mad our mamas were at us? We got through that, and we'll get through this."

"Thought my mama was gonna kill ya," you chuckle.

"I thought so, too, doll," he chuckles, "but look at us now."

You sigh contentedly as you press your forehead against his, quietly inquiring, "We're gonna be okay?"

"We're gonna be okay."

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𖤐 With You Part Four (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3172

Summary: Following your discharge from the hospital and into the arms of Elvis, the two of you are more than ready to resume your lives together.

Note(s): This gif. That's all. I think it fits pretty nicely with this chapter's tone's, but you didn't hear that from me ;) First of all, thank you so much for all of your continued support and compliments, I am forever grateful. Secondly, over 200 followers!! That means more to me than you will ever know that so many people like reading my work! Thank you so much. Enjoy this chapter, I'm so sorry it's been a while, but my mental health has taken a big toll on me and my writing and so I also apologise if this chapter is not up to standard! As always, all feedback is appreciated, but please be nice! Thank you, El ᵕ̈

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Four days of resting your exhausted body later, the nurses finally tell you that you may leave the hospital. You and Olivia were the only ones who had heard the news, and you had instantly begged your older sister to phone Elvis and inform him right away. The notion that the paparazzi and the media would ultimately find out about his location didn't cross your mind in your euphoric haze, but with the masses already assembled outside of the hospital's grounds only an hour after the phone call, you realise you should've been a lot more modest with your glee.

Olivia sighs as she stands next to you, staring out the window, before turning to Elvis, who had been speaking quietly with his father. She clears her throat to catch his attention, "Is this how it always is for you? All these people crowdin' round, watchin' your every move?"

Nobody could dispute that she had been trying to get along with Elvis. She was initially opposed to the two of you getting back together, arguing that he'd hurt you once and would do it again. Fortunately, she reluctantly dropped it soon following your insistence that he was different this time, that he was better. She still wasn't sure about him yet, but she was trying for your sake, unlike your father.

Your father hadn't seen you in three days, clearly taking the news of your rekindled relationship far more personally than Olivia had. He caught the two of you red-handed as soon as he returned to the room after his twenty-minute breather, and if you thought he was upset before, he was even more so after. He'd raged at Elvis for ten whole minutes before throwing you a dissatisfied look and left without saying goodbye. Olivia informed you that he was aggressively drinking away his frustrations at home and that you should simply let him deal with it as he saw appropriate. She told you that he would soon come to his senses, so just to leave him be 'till then.

Elvis approaches you both, inspecting the crowd out the window before turning to face Olivia and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "S'pose, but don't worry, Daddy and I were just talkin' 'bout getting you both out the back way so you don't get swamped by media people."

"Y'ain't comin' out with us?" you twist beneath his arm, peering up at him with surprise.

"The Colonel says it's best to make a statement now so they ain't hasslin' us at Graceland," Elvis explains as he leans forward to kiss your temple. "'s okay, I won't be long, Daddy'll bring the car back 'round and I'll be right with you, doll."

"What do y'have to make a statement about?" Olivia frowns.

"About the accident," Vernon interjects, capturing everyone's attention. "Elvis will just be explaining what happened and giving an update on Y/N's condition, it's really no big deal."

"Are you gonna tell them we had a fight?" you ask, looking up at Elvis.

"No, it's not…" He struggles to find the correct words, clearly conflicted in his mind. "It's not as deep as that, doll. Just gonna say that you were a little tipsy and went one step too far into the road, but that you're doing much better now, that type of stuff."

Olivia scoffs, "So you're just gonna humiliate her? After everything, you ain't gonna give her one ounce of human decency and tell your role in it rather than just playin' the knight in shinin' armour?"

"Liv-"

She ignores you, "It's bullshit. You said you were gonna let the world know about your relationship, but now she's just some drunk girl who got hit by a car in front of you? You know what, Elvis, grow a pair!"

"Olivia!"

Despite understanding her perspective, you feel obligated to just accept the humiliation that the press may bring. Being with Elvis will not be simple in terms of the challenges that the media will throw at you, so it's best not to allow it to get to you so soon, or so you think. You hope, though, that Elvis will at least disclose that the two of you are dating and that the Colonel hasn't talked him out of that as well.

"No, no, she's right." Elvis glances toward Vernon, an uneasy expression on his face. "I can't go out there sayin' all that stuff, letting others speculate about and humiliate her, Daddy."

"Son, the Colonel has experience with all of this, he knows what's best," Vernon sighs.

"Elvis," you say, resting your hand on his shoulder. "Don't let anyone force you to do anything; if you have to do it, I understand, honey."

Elvis' burden didn't seem as heavy on his shoulders this time since you were there to help leverage the weight with your patience and kind words. He regrets nearly allowing the Colonel to push him into making another mistake on your behalf, knowing how easily it could have gone wrong for you both again, and feels a lot braver knowing he'd be standing up to the Colonel with you by his side now. For once, he didn't care about the repercussions as long as he still had you, happy and safe right next to him.

"No, I swore to ya I'd never make the same mistakes with you twice, sweetheart." Elvis lays both hands on your cheeks and leans in for a brief and loving kiss. "The Colonel's a smart man, but he ain't dictating my relationships no more. I want you to make the statement with me."

"What?!"

You, Olivia, and Vernon all appear to exclaim in unison, each of you thinking his proposal is insane, but a part of you is utterly head over heels for this rebellious side of him, the one who would do anything for you. It was the Elvis you'd always wanted to see, but your rational side understands that this would be disastrous for him in the long term.

"Elvis, honey, I appreciate you saying that but…"

"But what? I thought you wanted us to be out in the world, baby. It'll be just like what we said, there'll be no more hiding." He sighs as he stares out the window, the crowd and his excitement growing along with it. "We can finally be happy together, ain't nothing stopping us after this."

You sigh, "Elvis, of course I want that, but there's a reason you never told them before. The Colonel wants you to be available, and bringing me into the limelight is just gonna bring everythin' from our past back up and the media'll be hasslin' both of us even more…don't you just wanna move on?"

"I don't give a damn 'bout any of that!" He steps away from you, frustrated, trying to cool off for a bit. "They ain't gonna hold us hostage in our own damn relationship! They can say whatever they damn please, dig us up however they choose, hell I'll even pass 'em the shovel! We ain't bad people, we ain't done nothing wrong to them. I ain't hiding you away for no one's benefit no more, Y/N."

As you approach him, his back is turned to you, his head down in shame for being so fired up. "Okay, baby, okay," you say as you put your arms around his waist and lay your head against his heaving back.

Vernon sits in the corner, a thunderous expression on his face as he considers the consequences of his son's decision, but even he can't bring himself to be upset with his son's choice. "I support you if that's what you want to do, son."

"Hm, so he does have the balls," Olivia comments, raising her brows in surprise.

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Elvis carrying you through the Graceland threshold later that day feels heavenly, the two of you full of joy and exhilaration after finally revealing your truth to the world. It had been overwhelming, with cameras flashing in all directions and microphones jerking at you every few seconds, but it had also been perfect; Elvis had said all the right things, speaking about you in a way that made you swoon, aching to be alone with him so you could kiss him, but he kissed you there anyway, unafraid of being true to himself and your relationship.

It truly felt like being on cloud nine, the only exception being that while you're on cloud nine, you know you have to descend at some point to return to earth.

The Colonel's face is enough to go by as he storms into the hallway of the home, followed closely by Gladys who is carrying a half empty bottle of wine in her shaking hands. He looks you both over, grimacing at your smiling faces, "What happened to the original plan, my boy? The one we spent hours on perfecting?"

"Listen, Colonel, I-"

"No! You deliberately went against me, boy," he interrupts, looking to Vernon who is trailing behind you and Elvis with obvious fear of what is to come. "And you, Vernon, you let him go out there and make a fool out of himself with her."

Elvis places you down, stepping forward, "Her? She's got a name, Colonel."

"Not for much longer, boy," The Colonel looks at you with a sneer. He wags a condemning finger at you. "No, that's no longer a girl with her own name, her own life. She's forever imprinted as your girlfriend, and do you know what that makes you? Unavailable. Do you have any clue how big of an impact this- she will have on our business from now? Forget about the merchandise and the sales; it'll all be gone. Your daddy will no longer have a job! This is what we fought so hard to avoid, boy, and you've destroyed it all!"

You feel terrible as you stand behind him, guilt devouring you from the inside out. His future could have been protected if you had simply been a bit more persistent and realistic with him. You can't help but feel like this is all your fault, despite the elation that accompanied the two of you finally being honest. Perhaps it was safer to keep good things hidden, no matter how much it hurt.

"Y'should've just waited, baby." Gladys says as she prepares to leave the room, her words garbled by the quantity of booze she has consumed while watching the news coverage of her son on TV. "You're getting too involved with the press recently, always dragging yourself into trouble. You shoulda waited for this all to blow over before decidin' to play happy damn families."

Elvis swallows, ignoring his intoxicated mother's ramblings, and looks up at the Colonel, "You were the one who told me to make a statement."

"Yes, I did," The Colonel scoffs, a little stiffly approaching the two of you, "but never did I say a love proposal."

Elvis' body stiffens as the Colonel passes by you, but he does not turn to look at him. "So, that's it? You're just leavin'? You're s'posed to be helping me, helping us, to salvage the business."

"My boy, I can't help you," The Colonel grumbles as he walks out the door. "You can't even help yourself," he remarks as he turns to glance back in your direction.

With that, he strolls off the porch of Graceland, and the house falls silent, Elvis hardening his posture in front of you. Vernon bounces on his feet as he shifts his gaze from the Colonel to his son, evidently agitated. "I..I'll go talk to him. We'll fix this, son, don't worry."

He pursues the Colonel, and you follow them both with your gaze, feeling entirely helpless and to blame. All you wanted was to be free of hiding from the world, and you know Elvis did too, but he may have changed his mind now. You clench your fists together at your sides, sweat building up from your anxiety. You look up at Elvis, who is turning to face you, and you're worried he's going to tell you what a huge mistake he's made and how much he regrets the whole thing.

"I'm so sorry, Elvis." Your words are rushed and emotional, tears welling up in your eyes as his blues meet yours. "I never wanted any o' this."

Elvis sighs, touching your face, and says, "I know, mama. It's not your fault, no need to apologise. C'mere."

He embraces you in his arms, his chin resting on top of your head, savouring your aroma. With one hand running down your back, he supports the back of your head with the other, humming gently to calm the two of you down. You immediately recognise the tune, 'That's All Right, Mama.'

"Ain't no one gonna tell me I can't show y'off." Elvis mumbles into your hair, his eyes closed in the comfort of the hug. "Colonel can be mad at me for as long as he wants, I don't care. All I care 'bout is you and my family, and singing the songs I love to the people I love. No one's gonna take that away from me."

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you hug him hard, frightened he'll slip out of your grasp again. He plants a long, chaste kiss on your hairline, slightly smiling as your hair tickles his chin, before pulling away, leaving you feeling empty from the absence of contact.

"C'mon, let's get something to eat and then we can work everything out, 'right?" Elvis extends his hand, and you grab it eagerly, causing him to chuckle lightly. "Don't worry, doll, I ain't going nowhere."

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You hadn't expected the two of you consummating your relationship to be first on the list of figuring things out, but you're not complaining as you lay under him, both of your breaths erratic as you come down from your highs.

"My God, baby," he chuckles, planting wet, breathy kisses across your lips. "That was somethin' else."

"I know, I…I haven't…since…" you laugh breathlessly beneath him.

He glances at your expression, surprised, removing stray strands of damp hair from your eyes, "Really? You ain't been with no-one else?"

"No." You mutter, your cheeks flushed with humiliation. "Is that bad?"

"Course not, baby," Elvis says as he plants another kiss on your lips.

He gradually moves off the top of you, and you draw the blanket over your nude body. He glances back at you and smirks, "Nothin' I ain't seen already, darlin', no need to hide. I like looking at 'cha, anyway."

"It's not 'bout that," you scoff, leaning up against the pillow and dragging the blanket with you, wrapping it around you like a scarf over your entire body. "What if your mama were to walk in here? Or how about the Colonel?"

"Don't go puttin' that image in my head," he whines.

"Sorry," you giggle as he begins to make his way to the bathroom, his naked body on display. "Elvis?"

He comes to a complete stop as he takes his robe from the door, rotates, and offers you his full attention. "Yeah, baby?"

"Thank you for..for doin' what you did for me," you whisper, squirming awkwardly in the face of his gaze. As you continue, he leans against the door frame, lowering his head with a smile, "I know it may have caused some problems with you and your daddy and the Colonel but it meant the world to me that you were willing to do that. Made me feel real special, so, thank you."

Elvis puts on the robe and adjusts the belt around his waist before returning to the bed, "You're the most special girl in the world to me." As he slides towards you on the bed, his confession sends chills up your spine, "I'd do anythin' for ya, 'specially now I get to call ya mine again. Hell, I'd follow ya to the ends of the universe if ya asked me to. Just say the word, baby."

You press your lips against him, enabling him to push you back down onto the bed, where he can once again hover over you. You close your eyes, the emotion between you igniting a never-ending inferno of fierce passion. You interrupt the kiss to utter five little words that hold the weight of the world to you: "I love y'so much."

"I love you, baby," he says back, cradling your face with a wide smile.

You embrace him, nuzzling your face into his neck and squeezing him gently. He lays his head on your shoulder, and you marvel at the intimacy, which is so simple yet has been dearly missed.

When the door knocks, Elvis rushes to answer it, but not before adjusting his robe and drawing the blanket even tighter around you. "Daddy?" he says, half opening it and gazing out.

Vernon mumbles a few faint words that you can't understand.

"What, now?" Elvis answers, looking dissatisfied. "Yeah, I'll be down now, Daddy, jus' give me a minute," he says, returning his gaze to you and sighing.

You gradually sit up and wrap your arms around yourself, waiting for Elvis to shut the bedroom door.

"Daddy says Colonel's come back to talk," Elvis explains as he carefully approaches his chest of drawers, noticing your puzzled expression. He pulls out a pair of boxers and opens the next drawer to get some trousers, all the while talking. "He said he has some sort of plan for me. Better not be like that damn hound dog shit he pulled."

"I'm sorry, Elvis, I'm not followin'," you say after he mutters the final piece to himself.

"Don't worry 'bout it, baby." He mumbles as he dresses quickly before going to his closet for a shirt. "You just rest in here and I'll be back b'fore you know it, alright? Don't want ya to have to listen to the damn Colonel droning on 'bout shit he ain't got no idea 'bout."

"Okay," you carefully crawl to the edge of the bed, aware of your bare body as you take a seat, wrapping the blanket tightly over yourself. "You gonna be okay, honey?"

He returns his gaze to you as he finishes buttoning his colourful shirt and tucking it into his pants, "I'm gonna be more than okay, baby, got my girl back and that's all I ever wanted f'so long. I'mma take care of all this stuff with the Colonel, and we'll finally be able to restart our lives t'gether, clean slate. Hell, I'll even get you some daffodils. What'd you tell me they meant, 'gain? New beginnings?"

"Mm, that's right," you say to the man you love, your eyes welling up with tears.

"New beginnings with my girl." Elvis comes over, cupping your face once again and kissing you on the lips. "I'm gon' make this work for us, baby, I promise. Tell me ya trust me, doll."

"I do, I do trust you. More than anythin' else in this world, Elvis."

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