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m1ssunderstanding · 24 days

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Notes on Nowhere Boy

Finally posting the long version of the close-watch I did for @sleeper9's Fete zine. The bad thing about me is I hate spending money and love pirating shitty quality versions of movies. The good thing about the Beatles fandom is we're used to dealing with grainy pics. Anyways, here goes!

The opening ten seconds really do set the tone for the film, and here's why. It's the opening of A Hard Day’s Night where the boys are running from a hoard of screaming fans and George biffs it. John sees him go down, laughs, and keeps running. Only here, it's just John. George’s fall has been erased, making John into a cocky, if slightly insane, little lone hero.

Mimi: do I ignore you? No. So please don't ignore me. Me: ummm, yeah you do ignore him, Mimi. Enough to leave deep psychological scars. But it's fine. Moving on.

Ugh, Uncle George is so sweet! I wonder how much of John's sweetness he learned from him. I wish we knew more about him.

Actually that was Jim that set up a cord running into Paul's room from the radio downstairs. But it fits Uncle George's character, so it works.

Why did they make Mendips look a lot more working class than it actually was? No fancy iron fence, no pretty hexagonal outcropping, no stained glass veranda?

Aaron Taylor Johnson is nailing it though. The laugh sounds very John, and this posture? Perfect.

Okay but if that doesn't heartbreakingly encapsulate John and Mimi I don't know what does. Uncle George has just died. John goes to Mimi, wraps her from behind in a tight embrace and lets out a sob. Her response is to push him away. “Please, let's not be silly. If you want to do that, go to your room.” Alright, it's making me feel things, it's winning me over.

John making his cousin Stan go and ask Mimi where Julia is is also extremely accurate. Always had someone to do the dirty work for them, all of them.

Mimi's concern as John's going to visit his mother in the “bad” part of town is very good to have in too. “And you will be careful, hmm? Careful who you talk to.” And John's response, “it's only Blackpool, Mimi.” It's true. It could've been Speke, or the Dingle. Which Quarryman did I read saying Mimi didn't like John even leaving Woolton?

John's hurt little face when he finds out his mum, all this time, has been less than a bus ride away is a very clever way to show us his painful confusion about the whole situation.

Trying to remind myself that this is a very anti-Julia pro-Mimi movie that will try to make me think she's crazy. But it sure is doing a hell of a good job. She hasn't seen him in years and suddenly she's hand feeding him desserts, kissing him every chance she's got, flirting all over the place. “Do you know what it means? Rock and Roll? Sex.” “Don't tell Mimi, alright? This is our little secret. Promise me.” And to a poor affection-starved boy, that's going to feel good. That's going to put thoughts in his head like “this is how it should be”. I mean I know she was wild and fun and sexy and irresponsible. And I know John did have weird thoughts about her. But I hope she wasn't actually this crazy.

But the weird Freudian thing aside, he's got to be so terribly confused hearing the woman who effectively abandoned him declaring her love for him. Between Mimi and Julia, John would've had such a messed up idea of what that word meant.

The Daily Howl, my absolute beloved!!

Nowhere Boy John watching Elvis: damn I've gotta get the girls screaming for me like that! Actual John watching Elvis: he's so beautiful! He's perfect! I'm in love!

Also I do not think sixteen year old John was that good at fingering. Just saying.

This part always drops my heart cold into my stomach. Poor John. Poor poor baby. You can hear his little boy voice calling, “mum? It's me.” And she mutters, very annoyed, “go away.” Again. I have to remind myself that this is a purposely negative portrait of Julia. But then. It is true that she was a mostly absent and wholly undependable figure in John's life.

Sometimes dialogue is absolutely perfect. Like this – “Aw, why couldn't God make me Elvis Presley?” “Cause he was saving you for John Lennon.” “Aw I'll get you back for that, God!” And this – “you haven't told Mimi, have you?” “No point going through her bullocks if I don't have to.” “Why? She has to go through yours.” “Yeah well I never asked her to, did I?”

Ugh this whole movie just hurts so bad! How he looks to Julia as Mimi is ordering him out of her house, just begging her to claim him this time. And she doesn't until he makes a stand for himself. And then, later. “How long can I stay?” Is met with nothing. Not even a fake “long as you want, love.” It really plays into the title of the film. This boy's got nowhere to call home. And then, the final straw. Look at his face as he hears Julia agree that he does in fact need to go back to Mimi's. If I did that kind of thing, I'd actually be crying right now. Fuck, why was I knit-picking, this movie is working so well.

As he's announcing he's leaving Julia's, John wants her to tell him to stay. To at least pretend it's not what she wants. And she doesn't even look at him. Imagine if they did something like this in the John biopic mirrored with a scene with Paul in the breakup?

He's just so adorable looking at that guitar like he can't believe it's real.

John's gathered the og Quarrymen in the bathroom and Pete goes “I take it we're not here for a communal crap.” Idk Pete, wouldn't put it past him. It's not far off what you all do already.

It's making the Quarrymen look kinda cool here, and I really want them all to be shit except John, just because that's what I get from Paul's description. Not that he's biased or anything. He could've been watching John play with Elton John and David Bowie and he'd still say everyone faded into the background.

Also Mimi would Not have been there. Not on her life.

Okay now we're sort of seeing them from Paul's perspective. Bunch of losers surrounding this inimitable shining star.

Accurate that the first thing John says to Paul is about jerking off.

The dynamic in general is just so well-done in this first scene. John instantly testing Paul. How much shit will he put up with? And Paul instantly having none of it, showing off, and winning John over.

All the other Quarrymen just know it's time to dust off the ole resume.

But! Paul's fete “audition” is so toned down for this film. Although of course, accounts vary. He did 20 flight rock, yeah. But he also did it on someone's borrowed right hand guitar turned upside down. And he did little Richard and played the piano, and tuned John's guitar for him. In one telling of it, John says he asked him to be in the group right there on the spot. So. Yeah.

But either way, watching John watch Paul is just gorgeously gay. It's giving extreme “Oooooh, he likes hiiiiiim!” It's actually illegal not to queerbate using Lennon/McCartney and I'm glad all moviemakers seem to understand the law.

Cut to “John, your little friend's here!” Can you imagine if they'd showed the “chalk and cheese” whirling dervish moment? Or Mimi making Paul use the back door? Those might change some thoughts and feelings in this movie.

And then we get the reciprocated “Oooooh, he likes hiiiiiim!” Moment as Paul's too busy checking out John’s buddy Holly Look to remember where he is, let alone what cord they're on. And it's so sweet because Paul's the first person who gives John the idea that his real self is actually cooler than his tough-guy act.

The little matching feet tapping?? Eee it's so cute!

But why miss the opportunity for them to sing in harmony here?

Sometimes the dialogue is extremely inaccurate. “So mummy’s cool about baby Paul wanting to be Elvis?” “Oh she would've loved it.” Like hell she would've. She would've been as disapproving as Mimi. Then again, maybe it is accurate for Paul to be lying about that.

“Well she – she sort of – died. You know, em. If we're gonna do this we should write our own stuff.” Okay yep there he is. That's Paul.

Also love how John gets his first calluses after Paul the bossy taskmaster comes into his life. (You know. And the reason to push himself and a person who cares enough to take the time to show him things and it makes John all dreamy staring at the stars that night etc) Anyway. It's perfect.

And the first gig we see after Paul joins is in a venue on a real stage with a much bigger audience, and the matching suits of course.

Mimi selling John's guitar because of a bad report card is like the lighter, kinder translation of what happened in reality when she had his dog put down while he was staying at Julia's.

So they kinda make up for not letting Paul sing etc by having him nail the guitar instead of screw up at this gig like he did irl.

And he's stealing Julia's attention, which is clearly Not okay with John. Reminds me of that quote of Paul's about how they were both in love with John's mum.

George is appropriately infantile. Good. Cutie.

The Quarrymen playing “That's Alright, Mama” as John's making up with Julia since she bought his guitar back for him. Okay. Very clever.

Paul does Not like John disrespecting his mother after the show for obvious reasons. (“I said something wrong now I long for yesterday.”) But clearly he doesn't have the full picture here. I wonder at what point irl Paul got a full run-down from John on his messed-up family life. Or did he just have to pull it together piece by piece over the years?

And of course he jumps to light Julia's cigarette. Boy was patting his pocket for a lighter like it was the race of his life. Mister steal your mum.

Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, Paul McCartney’s number two complaint about this movie: John was Not taller than him. How dare they? Slander.

That's one hell of a jacket.

At the party, John's of course pissed to find Paul serenading Julia in the kitchen. But Paul just wants a mommy so bad, John. Why can't you just let him have yours since you clearly don't want her? Right, because you really, really do. More than anyone can understand. But when you showed her that – how bad you wanted her to be your mum, not just a friend – she hurt you. Forced you to go through your abandonment all over again. So now you can't show that anymore.

The washboard over Pete's head is almost exactly accurate, isn't it? John does not handle people leaving him well.

Ugh his little voice cracking on the word “mum.” John Lennon is a poor poor baby and I will die on that hill.

I wonder how John did find out about Victoria and the real story of why he was with Mimi. No matter how, though, that's certainly a lot of mess for a young man to be carrying around with him all the time in his head.

“When your father came back from the merchant Navy, he wanted to try and save the marriage, but your mother would have none of it.” I do feel like we're going with Alf’s version of events here, the one he sold John in order to get into his good graces after he was famous. Which is, again, not fair to Julia. I wonder how little Julia feels about this movie.

In fact, I think this part – “who do you wanna be with, John? Do you wanna be with me or do you wanna be with your mum?” – has been categorically disproven. But it certainly does make for some high drama. And John himself did believe his father's story, so there has to be at least some emotional truth there.

Nowhere Boy John: There's no point in hating someone you love. I mean really love. IRL John: How do you sleep, you cunt?!

There he is. Art School John. Though he fell in love with every iteration of John, I think this one never left his head because he was one of the earliest Johns, and he was a John Paul had to fight for, you know, with all the Stu business and dead mother anger.

He really does an excellent job of playing John, though, when he's written right. “Woman took her kit off and we painted her breasts. Not actually physically. I got my eye on you two.” Ridiculous. Charming. Off- putting. Adorable.

Ignoring the fact that I prefer to think of “Hello, Little Girl” as being about Paul (“you never seem to see me standing there”) and they're making it about Julia, this is a lovely scene. With John somewhat unsure still of his songwriting abilities and Paul looking up at him from the floor full of admiration.

Oh he's gonna murder someone. To be fair, I think playing Julia's banjo at her funeral is exactly the type of insensitive thing Paul would do, because he just thinks and feels in music and it makes Sense to him even though of course it's going to piss John off.

Hilarious, and probably accurate tbh, that Paul's pissed John off so he gives Pete a bloody nose.

But here we go, the number one complaint about this movie from Paul, which I think is actually valid. John never hit him and that was important to both of them and it's disrespectful to portray it and play into the myth of their rocky, angry relationship.

But maybe in 2009 that's what it took for them to be able to show John Lennon and Paul McCartney in a genuine, loving embrace, crying into each other's necks about mothers. It has to be preceded by John punching Paul in the mouth.

If I was John's writing partner, my biggest beef with this movie would actually be the scene where they're recording ISOATD and making it look like John wrote it and played the guitar solo. But Paul's never even mentioned it. Which I guess really shows he cares far more about the legacy of his relationship with John than his career legacy. Which. If you mean more to Paul McCartney than his fucking music? Well then you must be just about important enough to have your own movie.

This is really the Vote for Mimi Smith campaign, isn't it? Putting across the screen the fact that John called Mimi every week until he died as “Mother” plays in the background is brutal. Ouch. But it's true. “It's Mimi time.”

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #george harrison #nowhere boy

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s1k0zu · 5 months

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Hey everyone,

While I was a bit (okay a lot) late to board the Austin train, once I did, I fell HARD. Before I saw him in Dune II, I knew about him, but never thought to take a second look.

Then I saw Dune and I still can't get Austin's performance out of my head. He was amazing! 😍

I've devoured everything I can find with him since then, and I've been reading a lot of fan fiction lately, and a scene has been playing on repeat in my mind, so I decided to write it down.

I love all the Feyd fics but I find myself wanting more of Austin and less of Feyd (he's just a bit too intense and I kinda miss the hair). So I came up with the idea below.

Let me know if you liked it and if you want me to try writing about something else. 🫣

Fair warning ⚠️ I've never written any fiction before, so this will probably be a mess...and it's maybe a bit too long.

🔞 It's pure smut, so minors stay away!

Under his skin

You and Austin have been together since before his Elvis movie.

You'd met when you were teenagers and became fast friends, but until you had to spend two weeks locked together in his apartment in Australia, because of the pandemic, that was all you were - friends.

You'd visited him for the weekend and then the lockdown forced you to stay.

The tension between the two of you had started escalating gradually, until one night he couldn't resist kissing you any longer. All it took was that one kiss and you were his forever.

You started getting jobs in the crew of all of his projects so you could stay together, which is why you're now in Budapest on the set of Dune II.

It's early morning and it's already as hot as hell. Add to that the giant sound box you've been setting up, so Austin can film his fight scenes in it later, and you're close to fainting.

You haven't seen Austin in two months, because he was busy training in L.A. and you were on location in Jordan with the rest of the cast.

You flew in with the night flight, dropped your bags at his place and went straight to set. He was already there, getting into costume, and you didn't have the time to see him.

Once you're done setting up and finally have some free time you head to his trailer to surprise him and wish him luck.

You open the door and cool air hits your face. Then you see him and you're sure the chill running down your body isn't from the AC.

He's gloriously naked, a black loincloth is all that covers his body. They've painted his torso with black lines and he's got his bald cap already in place. You've seen him in full costume before, but only in photos. This hits differently.

There's something feral and imposing about him and it's doing things to you. Gone is the sweet, gentle Austin you know and in his place is a man who exudes power and dominance.

His body is pure perfection and you know how hard he worked to get here.

"Hey, Earth to y/n. Are you ok?" Austin's voice comes through the fog.

"Yeah", you sigh, "It's just..."

"What?", he asks, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

"Let's just say if you weren't about to shoot, I'd be ruining your makeup right now", you say, raking your gaze over his gorgeous naked body.

"Fuck", he mutters and steps toward you, biting his lower lip, his eyes darkening with want.

"Ah, ah", you stop him, placing a hand on his chest, "makeup."

"Damn you woman! How am I supposed to focus now?", he asks brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"Hey, I'm not the one wearing next to nothing here," you tell him, "and you're not the only one having a hard time focusing."

You brush your lips against his and his hands instantly grip your face as he deepens the kiss. All the frustration of not being able to touch each other for the past two months melts as your tongues dance frantically, fighting for dominance.

"I'll make you a deal," you say, panting, "you go slay them with your talent and we can come back here during the lunch break, to finish this."

"Deal", he says huskily in your ear, melting you with his beautiful voice.

A crew member comes in to call him to set and breaks the tension before you two can go any further.

You watch him perform, always in awe of his ability to switch between himself and the character in seconds. You busy yourself with work and bringing him water bottles and towels between takes, and just like that the hours go by and it's time for lunch.

"I can't wait to take this thing off my head. I'm sweating like a pig," Austin says, taking a towel from your hands. He's been doing fighting scenes for the past hour and he's in full combat get up.

"I'll stick around to help with the set. Text me when you're done and we can take a shower," you say, walking your fingers playfully up his chest. You lean up to give him a quick kiss but he grabs your waist to keep you there, turning it into a steamy makeout session.

"I've missed you so much," Austin breathes out, his forehead touching yours.

"I've missed you too," you say, tilting his head lower to kiss his nose.

You disengage and he heads to his trailer so the makeup team can remove his bold cap.

A while later you get a text from Austin:

R u coming? We had a deal remember?

You mutter an excuse and head towards his trailer, willing yourself not to run.

When you enter, you see him running a hand through his wet hair, the bald cap gone. He still hasn't removed his costume.

"Want some help with that my lord", you ask, starting to unzip the back of his wetsuit.

When he hears you call him that Austin feels a shiver run down his body. He turns and wraps his arms around you.

"Say that again," he growls.

His eyes are dark with desire and you swear you can see Feyd still lurking in the background, ready to pounce.

"You should play the bad guy more often. It's a good look on you...my lord."

"Yeah? Wanna show me just how much you like it?"

You grip his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, and kiss him long and hard, your tongues fighting for dominance. You bite his lip when he pulls away and the groan that escapes from his throat sets your whole body on fire.

He returns the favour by placing kisses on your jaw and down your neck. When he reaches your collarbone he gives it a bite in just the right spot, making heat pool between your legs.

You lean into him, feeling his erection against you and bite his earlobe, whispering into his ear: "I want you inside me."

Austin's hands tighten on your ass and he gives you a smouldering look. His blue eyes are dark with desire as he dives in to kiss you again.

You start undressing each other frantically, hands running all over, tongues locked in a dizzying dance. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, your moans, Austin's groans and wet kisses.

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the shower.

You're both panting while he turns around to fidget with the water tap. You admire his naked body while he adjusts the temperature. He's a work of art - all lean muscle chiselled to perfection.

Your eyes travel down his chest to the trail of hair under his belly button and between his thighs and the sizeable erection he's got. His penis is perfect: a round red tip, its length marbled by veins. You can't wait to taste it and feel it inside you.

You can't believe he's yours.

"My eyes are up here, gorgeous", Austin's amused voice brings you out of your dazed wet dream.

"And what a sight they are," you smile up at him.

After seeing you standing gloriously naked before him, raking your lust-filled stare over his body, Austin can't hold himself back any longer.

His hands come up to grab your face and he bends down to devour you. As the kiss deepens, Austin's hands travel down your body, lingering on your breasts. He pinches one of your nipples and you moan into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss to look at you.

Before you can answer he bends down and licks your neck, slowly descending to your left nipple.

"Fuck you're gorgeous. I can't wait to be inside you."

You start kissing his neck, his chest, his abs, your hands trailing down to his hips. His skin tastes salty from the sweat. You kneel in front of him and lick his length slowly, feeling the veins with your tongue. He lets out a groan and braces himself against the tiled wall.

You place tiny nibbles on the head, squeezing his balls, teasing him. He shudders in ecstasy as you swallow as much of his length as you can and start moving your head up and down slowly.

"Fuck, y/n, you have to stop or I'll come...," Austin pants on top of you. You speed up your pace, locking eyes with him.

Seeing you kneeling before him, your mouth on him, looking at him like that drives him over the edge. Austin comes with a groan and you feel his seed spill into your throat. You take him out of your mouth and give the head a little kiss.

"You taste so fucking good every time," you say standing up.

Austin grabs your cheeks and gives you a rough kiss.

"You have no idea how hot you look on your knees, do you?"

When one of his hands sneaks between your legs and he rubs his fingers on your clit you feel a jolt run over your whole body and you can't stop the moan coming out of your mouth.

Austin hears you moan, hands digging into his back and throws caution away - he bites down hard on your nipple, sliding his fingers into you.

"Fuck Austin", is all you can say, your mind going blank with pleasure. You don't know what's gotten into him, but you love this new, dangerous and dominant side he's showing you.

Austin places wet kisses and nibbles all over your breasts and stomach, pumping his fingers into you. You writhe in his arms, hands tugging his hair.

When his mouth descends on your clit you moan loudly. He bites it and then licks the sore spot, curling his fingers inside you. This sends jolts of electricity all over your body and you feel yourself coming, nails digging into his hair.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he says, voice hoarse from lust. You can feel his hard length pressing against your entrance.

Austin groans in pleasure when he hears you moan his name, the pain from your nails digging into his scalp sending bolts of pleasure straight to his groin.

He gets up, grabs your hips and lifts you, your back against the tiled wall.

You look at his soft, puffy lips and can't help kissing him again. Austin groans and slips his tongue into your mouth, making you dizzy.

When he finally breaks the kiss to look at you, you see the passion burning in his eyes, but there's something else there too - something feral. You realise he hasn't shaken Feyd off completely.

That sparks something in you, emboldens you.

"Have your way with me, my lord na-Baron. I'm all yours", you say, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling on it, your hips bucking into him.

Hearing you say that, something in Austin snaps. He can't think anymore, all he knows is that he wants to be inside you, now.

With a quiet growl he bends down to crash his lips into yours, sliding into you in one swift move.

You can't help the cry that comes out of your mouth when he slams into you. You were already wet, but he's big.

The sharp pain quickly turns into intense pleasure as he starts thrusting into you with abandon. You can feel every vein on his hard length as he's stretching you and filling you in the best way.

You've been together for years and every time he enters you feels like the first time. It's like your bodies are pieces of the same puzzle. The feel of him inside you is divine.

Austin doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size, he couldn't even if he wanted to. He's possessed by the desire to be inside you, to own you. He picks up his pace, slamming into you, his teeth leaving red marks all over your neck and shoulders. His left hand is moulded to your thigh, his right squeezing your breast.

You've never seen him like this, so forceful and primal, and you realise you love it. As the pain shoots through the pleasure you find yourself coming, trying not to scream. You mould your lips to Austin's to stifle your moans and that just spurs him on. He continues to slam into you, balls-deep, throughout your climax.

After a while, Austin comes to his senses and realises he's too rough, he's hurting you. Just as he slows down his pace, releasing you from his grip, he hears you say:

"No, don't hold back. I want you to lose control. Ravage me."

He looks into your eyes, making sure he didn't just imagine that, and sees only carnal desire and love there. He can't believe you're his.

"Fuck, I love you," he whispers.

You smile and bite his neck hard. The little control he'd managed to take back shatters. Austin slips out of you so he can turn you around, your back towards him, and slams back into you.

One of his hands travels to your neck and squeezes, the other goes to your nipple.

This angle helps him sink even deeper inside you. The sensation is almost too much and you feel the waves of another orgasm coming. Sex with Austin is always great but this is different. He's lost all control and given in to his desire, and you fucking love it.

Austin feels your walls clenching around him and he knows you're close. The hand around your throat tightens as he moves his other hand from your breast to your clit, running his fingers in agonisingly slow circles, and right before you come he inserts two fingers in.

The feeling of his fingers and his hard length inside you is too much and you trip over the edge, your whole body shaking. You claw at his neck and bury your fingers into his hair as he swallows your moans with a kiss when you both come.

You've never seen this side of him before. He's always so protective of you, so gentle. You realise he's been holding himself back, afraid to lose control and hurt you.

He looks at you apprehensively and you smile at him, tugging him close so you can wrap your hands around his neck and give him a slow, tender kiss.

For a while the only sounds in the shower are the running water and your heavy breathing as you're both coming down from your highs.

Eventually, Austin lets you go and eases out of you with a groan. Your legs are shaking as you lean onto the tile wall while he turns around to adjust the showerhead.

He melts into you, relieved you're okay.

You disengage and proceed with your shower, washing each other's hair and bodies, placing soft kisses here and there.

When you're done, Austin stops the water. He swaddles you in a huge fluffy towel, picks you up and carries you to the bed.

He lies next to you on his side, head propped up, facing you, tiny droplets of water running down his face and torso.

"I'm sorry", he says quietly, giving you a sad puppy look and caressing your face.

"For what? Giving me multiple orgasms?"

"No..." he laughs and then falls silent.

"I hurt you. I don't know what came over me."

"Not what, who. You've still got some of Feyd lurking in the background," you say a soft smile playing on your lips.

"That's not an excuse y/n. I should've stopped...I should've..." he trails off, looking remorseful.

"I don't know if you noticed Butler but I liked it. A lot", you lift his head so he can look at you.

"I'm not made of china you know. Promise me you'll stop holding back on me. This was fucking amazing."

"Yeah it was, wasn't it," he says, finally relaxing, "Okay, but on one condition: you promise to tell me if I cross the line."

"Deal," you say and mould your lips over his.

#austin butler #fiction #feyd x you #austin x reader #smut #austin butler smut #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #first time writer #fanfic

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ausssbutlershortstories · 3 months

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The Fandom & Unhealthy Shipping

Hello. In light of all the uproar and recent focus on Austin’s relationship. I felt moved to post this. As someone who isn’t exactly a fan of the relationship he has with Kaia Gerber, I feel like this is needed. Us “fake fans” as some may call it are tired of being silenced and bullied.

I will like to start off with that I love Austin. I want, as well as other fans like myself to see him thrive. Not just in his career , but in his love life too. I am in a very serious relationship myself , and see myself spending the rest of my life with the man I am with right now. I want that for Austin , I want him to have the love he deserves, that I am sure he craves. I want to see him happy again. The same way he was when he was with Vanessa Hudgens.

As we all know Austin began dating Kaia December 2021. From jump…I knew something was very odd about them. We all did , including those who call themselves “shippers” now. That itself should tell you something when a fanbase as a whole damn near feel something was off about the relationship. None of us were “jealous”. I have been in a few fan bases in my lifetime. Typically you can tell when there is pure jealousy vs genuinely getting a bad feeling about a person.Normally when people are “jealous”, it’s only a select few. A handful of unhinged weirdos who no one really cares for anyways.I have never seen it where the majority of the fanbase are on the same level. The same thoughts and uneasy feelings.I also wanna add when people are just jealous they never give a detailed, logical answer on why they feel a certain way about their favorite’s partner.It’s always some blind rage and childish reasons to be against a relationship.I don’t get that with the people from this fandom who side eye whatever Austin has with Kaia. We all knew something was just not right with them from the get go. Between Kaia breaking it off with Jacob Elordi a month before she got with Austin, and snatching him up before all his Elvis craze. We knew there some shady shit at play here. Especially since her and Jacob dressed as Elvis and Pricilla the Halloween before they broke up.It’s like she had some creepy Elvis fetish.Also, let’s not get started on how no one really knows the true story on how Kaia and Austin met,which is quite unusual. Almost every Hollywood couple has some story on how they met, even the bs PR relationships do. 2-3 years later and we still don’t know anything. Very peculiar to say the least.

As Austin grew bigger, the relationship progressed more. Kaia’s name was always attached to him some way , some how. There were pap walks, her being with him at events. No matter what Austin did , Kaia’s name was somewhere in the mix. That’s when people started to suspect that the relationship had to be PR. Not saying they definitely are PR BUT the way they moved , there was something just so unnatural about it. People started calling it out and voicing their concerns. However somewhere along the line certain fans began to do a 180, out of no where people started shipping them together and actually liking Kaia. Which was extremely questioning.

If you changed your mind about something/someone okay…that’s one thing. But to change your thinking and then proceed to bully others is a no go. Ever since then multiple people have been ran out the fandom, or bullied into to silence for still upholding the same thoughts on Kaia. Not being a fan of her and this relationship, thinking that Austin can do better. It’s like it suddenly became a golden rule to ship the relationship or get backed into a corner and harassed and have people assume that you’re some jealous bitch.

Lately though, some of us are beginning to speak out and stand on what we think. We are simply sick and tired of not being able to enjoy Austin without other fans making everything about Kaia. Everything he says and does. He smiles…it must be about Kaia. He wears a purple hoodie…must be Kaia’s…he mentions a damn dog….ooop he is really talking about mf Kaia. This man is 10 years older than her, he is his own person. Not everything he does is about his “girlfriend.” He has his own thoughts and feelings. His own personality. His own identity. He is not a puppet Kaia controls that just abides by what she says and has her mannerisms.

Us who do not ship this relationship have a right to do so in peace. We have a right to our opinions and a right to discuss them. We have a right to voice our validated concerns for what we see. It’s not like we are reaching and pulling things out of our asses. After all, the whole fanbase almost as a whole all thought the same thing at first about this relationship. Some of us just kept our opinions the same.We didn’t sit there and change it for the sake of followers and clout…like some. We are actually concerned for Austin’s well being.

With that being said. Stop harassing people and bitching because they do not want to ship this relationship. Stop bugging people when they say that he has good chemistry with someone else other than Kaia. Stop coming into people’s inboxes pretending like you are someone else but really you’re just trying to aggravate people by the questions you ask. People are not dumb , they know they know it be shippers low key on anons. Us here on this side do not come bugging and bitching about your opinions so why do that to us? Why does it matter to you so much that we be on board with what this bs? We are fans of AUSTIN BUTLER..not Kaia.

It shouldn’t matter if we do not support the relationship or not. We are here for his work. Half of y’all do not even care about Austin it seems outside that damn relationship anyway. Which…says a lot. Yet you have the AUDACITY to say we can’t be a real fan just because we don’t care for Kaia Gerber.Just know if you were so confident in Kaia and Austin’s relationship you will not be pressing others about their outlook on it just because it’s opposite of yours. It’s ridiculous you are this uptight like the relationship is yours. You guys are not Kaia Gerber so stop trying to live through her by projecting your raggedy ass delusions on everyone. All you’re doing is creating a divide in the fandom no one wants.

Just stay in your lane and let people who don’t want to make this relationship their entire life stay in their own. While we may disagree with y’all…we let you have your space to discuss your thoughts & feelings on your own platforms , so please do the same for us.

Note: Shipping real life people is weird. It’s fine to think two people are cute together and have good chemistry. It’s okay to do little cute fan edits and such. But when your shipping starts disturbing the peace in a fandom there is an issue. These are real people not a Prince and a Princess in a Disney fairytale. Calm down when people don’t agree with you and let it go!

#ausssbutlershortstories #austin butler #fandom #kaia gerber #vanessa hudgens #shipping #calm down

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Bless Your Heart

An Elvis-o-Ween One Shot

A response to the month-long writing prompt for Halloween/Fall

Summary: It's 1957, and Jan's dreams come true when she gets invited up from the gate to join Elvis' parties at Graceland. But not all that glitters is gold, and this new social circle may have a few angels and demons among them.

Warnings: No real smut, suggestions of sex, but there is a teensy bit of scary gore at the end.... so no minors and be forewarned. This was a new experience for me, I easily could have written about Elvis romancing ghost girlies all month, but I wanted to challenge myself. Not sure if it worked but... here goes nothing.

You can check out last week's Elvis-o-ween here:

Little Blue Toes

WC: 6.8 K

6:05 p.m. Thursday, September 19, 1957

Graceland, Memphis TN

The evening sun was slowly turning red when Jan hopped off the bus, and it burned orange circles into the back of her eyelids. She shook them away, distractedly nodding at the driver as she turned her attention to the crowd down the block. The rolling hills of Whitehaven were still a deep green in the fall, but Jan hardly noticed and clutched her purse as she got closer to the gate. She tried not to be too obvious as she craned her head to see Graceland from the back of the crowd. It looked smaller than she had expected, a grey matchbox on a hill in the dusky twilight. Jan told herself that she would have to come back on the weekend, now that she knew how easy it was to get here. Now that she knew, after reading that article in the newspaper, that his fans regularly gathered in front of the house. She could plan her trip out better than she had today. After reading the newspaper at lunch, she had impulsively jumped on the bus to Whitehaven after work. Feeling a pebble in her shoe, she was gracefully trying to hop on one foot and shake it out when two shadows loomed over her.

“See, told you it wasn’t Susie. She’s too dressed up.”

Jan squinted up at the girls in front of her.

“No, uh, not Susie.” She straightened her skirt and hesitantly stuck her hand out, grateful for the excuse to talk to someone. “Jan.”

“Heidi.” The blonde announced and tilted to the shorter brunette next to her. “And Arlene.”

“Y’all regulars?”

“Oh yeah, we come here all the time.” Arlene gushed. “We’re just waiting for him to finish breakfast and give Travis the signal.”

Jan looked through the white wrought iron gate up at house.

“What do you mean, wake up and give Travis the signal?”

“Oh, well, he sleeps through the day. Has breakfast round 4 or 5. Sometimes he’ll come sign autographs at the gate, but -” Arlene leaned in toward Jan and her eyes twinkled. “Uh, well, when he’s in town he likes us to be here in case he wants to have some people up for a party. He has parties most nights. We’re kind of in his gang - OW.” Arlene grabbed her rib cage and hit Heidi back. “Hey, what gives?”

“You shouldn’t be bragging, Arlene, cuz we can't bring her with us and now she’ll feel left out.”

Jan smiled politely, and tugged at the pearl button on her white, linen gloves. “It’s ok - I gotta catch the last bus back home anyway.”

Jan wanted to ask the girls what Elvis was really like in-person. Before she could, though, a loud gasp filled the air and she was pushed into them as the crowd jostled closer to the gates. A tall dark figure strode down the drive dressed all in white. White dress shirt, white sport’s coat, white pants. He looked like an angel. Jan was absolutely mesmerizing and dropped her purse watching his hair flop up and down with each bounce of his white loafers. The kids around her shouted out “Hey Elvis” and cheered, but she couldn’t say a thing. She could barely breathe as her tummy flip flopped watching his mouth form into a crooked grin. She vaguely heard the other girls chatting next to her.

“I wonder if Anita Wood is up there?”

“Nah, she’s down in New Orleans at a beauty pageant, he told me last night.”

“You’re so lucky you don’t have a mom who treats you like a child, Arlene. What I wouldn’t give to stay until 2 or 3.”

The gates opened, and Jan ended up right behind Arlene and Heidi in the semi-circle around Elvis. No one pushed or prodded to tried to sneak past the guard house. It was all very civilized, and a jovial atmosphere percolated between the open gates as Elvis went from person to person, signing memorabilia and teasing the folks he met. When he made it to Arlene, Jan watched in awe as he drew her to him and pecked her sweetly on the ear, asking if she brought him his favorite cigars like she said she would. Jan would give anything to be in his gang. She would bring him all the cigars and if it meant he would hug her and kiss her and tease her too. But when his blue eyes flitted over to her, she found that her mouth had gone completely dry and she couldn’t say a word.

“Who’s ya friend with the big brown eyes?”

“Oh, that’s Jan. It’s her first time here.”

Elvis’ smirk deepened. “Cat got ya tongue?” He winked, kissing the top of Jan’s glove. “S’ok, honey. I don’t bite.” Then his teeth grazed over her knuckle. “Much.”

Jan felt the air hitch in her throat at the way he looked at her from under his eyelids. She no longer needed her hand. He could have it. He could have anything he wanted.

Elvis chuckled. “Why, you’re as shy as a mouse. Got anything for me to sign, lil mousy?”

Jan stuttered and fumbled about in her purse for something, handing Elvis the first thing she found. Her sweaty, monogrammed handkerchief.

“I didn’t know I was coming today.” She whispered slowly, and her voice trailed off as she watched Elvis wipe his forehead with her hankie and pocket it with a wink.

“S’ok, lil gal, bring something tomorrow.” Then he whispered into Arlene’s ear and moved on through the crowd.

Arlene snaked her hand through Jan’s arm and led her toward the house. “Elvis wants you to come up to the party with us.”

Jan squeezed Arlene with a giggle, smoothing her hand over her skirt as they walked. The house got bigger and bigger as they strode up the drive and Jan realized that the round curve of the hill created an optical illusion that made it look small from the road. But now she found herself in front of a grand, Neo-colonial mansion. Large, white columns flanked the front of the house, and two white marble lions stood guard at the entrance way. It was like standing in front of a magical castle. Jan felt that she ought to be wearing a silk, red evening gown instead of her belted navy shirt dress.

They did not enter the front door. Instead, Arlene led Jan around the front of the house towards the sound of music playing and people laughing on a patio surrounding a large, shimmering pool. There was a gay crowd of young people drinking pop and mingling around. Heidi adopted a hushed, intimate tone as she pointed out the others in the gang.

“That’s Lamar, he’s always eager to please Elvis and does anything he asks - and so is Alan - the shorter stout one. That skinny little creep is Gene, and that’s Mack, he usually drives us home. The guy next to him is Richard and that’s Frances, our friend, I’m not sure how she already got up here - “

“- is she going with Elvis?”

Arlene chimed in. “Well, he’s seeing a few girls. There’s a singer, Anita, who he steps out with pretty regularly. But me, Heidi and Frances, we’re just his friends. EP is a very physical person. Likes to love on all the gals. That’s just the warm, sweet kinda guy he is. Sometimes he’ll pull me on his lap, and give me a little kiss.”

“Lucky girl.” Jan murmured.

“Mmm.” Arlene answered. “I’d rather be friends with him than date him.”

“Really? Why’s that? Don’t you find him attractive?”

“Of course, Elvis is the most!” Heidi looked at Jan as if she had questioned the existence of gravity. “But, well, once he goes all the way with a gal, he almost never wants to see her again. His dates come and go. But his friends, well, we’re forever.” Heidi exchanged a knowing glance with Arlene.

“Like Susie.”

Heidi clicked her tongue. “Pretty sure Anita’s got her knees sewn shut til she gets a wedding ring.”

“Well, I keep my knees shut too.” Arlene interjected. “I don’t even know why any girl would want to go to bed with Elvis when they can kiss him as much as they want. There couldn’t be anything better than kissing Elvis.”

Jan raised her eye brow, thinking of a hundred other things that she could imagine doing with Elvis. But she kept them to herself and smiled, hanging back to straighten the lines on her hose as the girls joined the party. She had just finished putting the right leg in place when she looked between her legs to find Elvis watching her. His cheeks flushed, and he bite his lip before walking over. All Jan could do was sigh as he grabbed her by the waist and introducing her to everyone around the pool. His guests, his housekeeper, Alberta, and then his mother who was just about to go inside. Mrs. Presley hugged Jan tightly and thanked her for coming to visit them, adding in a high, chipper voice.

“I’m so glad my baby is making friends like you, I can tell you have a kind heart, Janice. I really can.”

“Nice of you to say, Mrs. Presley ma’am. I like to think I have kind heart.”

“What’s this about a sweet lil ol’ heart?”

The two women turned to find a petite blonde in the doorway behind them.

“Oh Anita.” Mrs. Presley took the blonde’s hand. “I was just saying to Jan here, how glad I am to know her. She is a good, sweet girl. I’m so glad you get to meet her, I thought you were out of town. Can I get you some food.”

The blonde smiled and licked her teeth, her blue eyes looked Jan over with a cool smile. “Thank you ever so, Mrs. Presley, but I just ate and I’m fit to bust if I swallow another morsel.”

Mrs. Presley smiled. “Well, I just know you two will be thick as thieves. Be good little babies.” She hugged them together tightly once more before saying good night.

Jan could not stop herself from staring at Anita. Her platinum blonde hair shone in the silver light and her short, busty figure filled out a tight, pink wiggle dress. Her creamy white skin was so radiant Jan would have sworn it was glowing and the contrast made her luscious red lips stand out all the more. Some of Anita’s red lipstick had smudged around her mouth and on her front teeth, and Jan pointed to her own mouth to mime helpfully.

“Why, bless ya heart, you really are the sweetest thang looking out for me. And you’re so pretty too. I could just eat ya up!” Anita squealed as she pulled out a compact and fixed her lipstick. “I cain’t tell you how many other girls would just let me walk around looking like a fool all night.”

“They’re probably jealous, I, uh, heard you’re Elvis’ girlfriend.”

Anita pursed her lips in a tight smile. “Sometimes I think everyone knows that ’cept him. Excuse me.”

Jan walked back over to where Arlene and some of the other girls were huddled around a bucket of pop watching Anita stomp over to where Elvis stood with his arm around a cute redhead while Lamar told stories about the drive home from LA.

Arlene handed Jan a Dr. Pepper. “I see you met Anita, I could have sworn she was supposed to be at a beauty pageant in New Orleans.”

“Look, I think she’s had her nose done.” Heidi gasped. “Or, well, something is different - she looks prettier than the last time I saw her. I wonder if there even was a beauty pageant. Maybe her plastic surgeon is in New Orleans.”

Jan looked at Heidi as she spoke. “You don’t like her very much, huh?”

“She’s too possessive, and she tries to chase us off. You should have seen her trying to convince Arlene that she should go back to Chicago.” Heidi kicked the pavement with her saddle shoe. “Too bad for her, Elvis wants us here. And I plan to hang around as long as I can.”

Just then, the record changed on the jukebox and The Five Satins song. “In the Still of the Night” began to play. Jan looked over and blushed when Elvis caught her eye staring at him. Yes, I plan to stick around as long as I can too, she thought to herself, looking down at her feet. The mischievous way Elvis raised his eyebrows at her made her feel funny and she couldn’t handle looking at him for too long without grinning like a mad woman.

The night went on and Jan’s whole body tingled from the heady mix of music, moonlight and raw, unadulterated exposure to Elvis under the stars at Graceland. Sitting out in the cool night air, caught between the twinkling night sky and the glimmering pool, Jan felt as though she had finally arrived. The evening had turned out to be more magical than she could ever have imagined. She hated to pull herself away, but she gave in at midnight and went to call a cab.

The kitchen was dim this late at night, illuminated only by the soft lights above the stove, and Jan finally found a phone book in a drawer under the cupboards. She was leaning against the counter, flipping through the pages when two hands startled her working their way around her waist. She glanced over her shoulder to find a dark mop of hair grazing her cheek. Then Elvis’ breath was warm on her ear.

“Looks like I caught a lil mousy.” He slowly turned her around to face him, grinning at the way she blushed. Then his eyes fell on the phone book and his lips turned into a frown. “Ain’t going, are ya lil gal? Why, it’s still early. Ain’t had the chance to learn all ya secrets yet.” He winked as he said this, and it made Jan’s heart melt.

She would have told him anything he asked. If she could talk, that is. It was difficult for to do that when she looked into Elvis’ earnest wide-eyed stare. She could hear the party out on the patio, there must have been over thirty people here who wanted to be near him. However, to look at his pouting lips and feel the needy caress of his thumb at her waist made Jan feel as though she was the only person in the world and she was letting him down by deserting him.

“I, um, I have to be at work at 7:30 tomorra.” She stuttered, staring at the floor just to be able to get the words out. “It’s time for me to turn into a pumpkin, I guess.”

Elvis rubbed her cheek. “Aw heck, I guess that’s s’ok. I’ll get Mack to drive you home.” He paused, eyelashes fluttering down for a moment. “But, uh, you can’t leave before telling me a few of your secrets.”

“Like what?”

“Like, say, how old are you anyway, huh, lil mouse?” His thumb now rolled over her belt buckle, rubbing her stomach back and forth along the edge.

Jane’s face turned a bright, beet red as she stuttered out her response. “Um, I’m 18.”

“In school?”

She shook her head. “Just finished. I - I’m at Goldsmiths, in the steno pool.”

“Hate to think of these poor lil fingees, banging away all day.” Elvis took her hand, examining her fingers. “Didn’t even know a department store needed a steno pool.

“Um, well, uh - we’re in the business offices on the 18th floor. Most people, they, uh, they never see us.”

“That’s the only floor I wanna see, from now on. ‘specially if all the lil gals up there are as cute as you.” Elvis’ ran his hand through his hair, smirking at the way Jan blushed even harder. Their eyes were locked for a moment, and his forehead dropped on to hers as he murmured in a boyish voice.

“Sorry I didn't get to sign nothing for you, like ya wanted. Come back tomorrow?”

Jan nodded. Elvis kissed her on the cheek and put her into Mack’s car, leaving her with a mouth stuck open in giddy disbelief the whole ride home. She pinched herself at least ten times to make sure she was really awake. That she had really been to Graceland and met Elvis Presley. Then she fell asleep thinking of a pair of playful blue eyes glistening above her.

It was not long before Jan became a permanent fixture at Graceland. She would go home from work, change into a cocktail dress and take the bus to the Winchester Road stop. Every time Travis or Vester let her through the gates she would shiver with anticipation for whatever the night would bring. It was more than just getting to be in the sunshine of Elvis’ affection, though that alone was something she lived for. No, spending the evening at Graceland also meant trips to the skating rink, nights at the fairgrounds, bonfires, music, swimming or fireworks. It was like a never ending summer camp or a holiday resort, like the ones her cousins in New York told her about. And Jan never wanted to check out of this one.

During her days Jan would carry a little notebook around and write down clever things to say to Elvis that she thought would make him laugh, practicing them at her desk while she typed. She often was too shy to actually make these jokes. But she felt more confident just having them ready when she went over. It was usually past midnight when she got home, but Jan just doubled her coffee, determined never to miss an evening at Graceland.

That is, until a big storm hit Memphis the following Saturday.

Jan considered taking a cab over, and called a few of the others to see what they were doing, but she couldn’t get through. The switch board operator told her the storm had knocked down several phone lines through town. Resigned to a night in, she had just made a kettle of hot tea and settled into watch Lawrence Welk when the phone rang and Frances told her Elvis was asking where she was.

The rain poured down on Jan’s cab all the way to Whitehaven. As usual, the curtains were all drawn for the family’s privacy, but tonight it made Graceland look more ominous and the exterior lights cast eerie shadows on a building with no visible life to the outside world. Buckets of rain poured over Jan as she ran from the car to the door, and she stopped at the mirror in the entrance way to try and fix her face. She hated driving in the rain, even as a passenger, she was on edge the whole time and unable to relax until she got to her destination. It made her feel a bit off tonight, and then she felt silly for feeling off. Why, she could hear someone playing a Dean Martin song on the piano, the house was filled with enough music and laughter to block out the sound of the storm, and there she was, feeling like a stick in the mud. She shouldn’t have come.

Jan was distracted from her thoughts of regret when she noticed that someone had put their cigarette out on the floor, staining the beautiful white carpet that lined the entry way. She had just bent down to pick it up when she heard Elvis’ voice, and looked up to see him leaning in the entryway with a few members of the gang.

“Silly lil mousy, scared of a few rain drops. Havta start calling you fraidy mouse.” He leaned his head back and the others joined in with his laughter. “Stead a fraidy cat, fraidy mouse.”

Jan’s eye twitched, and she looked into the mirror. She looked like a wet rat, not a mouse, and she felt like a silly child. She didn’t want to be here anymore.

“You’re not being fair, Elvis, have you even been outside today? I don’t have a car. And it’s a hurricane out there. If you thought about anyone other than yourself you’d know it wasn’t easy coming here.”

Elvis eyes widened and he jumped back as if Jan had slapped his face. “Not fair, huh? Don’t think of others, huh? I cain’t believe my goddamn ears. That’s all I do. You know all you have to do is call and I’d come get you.” His shoulders were back and his hands were at his hips as he roared to the ceiling. “Ain’t fair. aint’ fair. Well if you feel like that you should jus go on back home. No one wants you here anyhow.”

Jan could feel the tears welling up, and she ran past the staircase, through the kitchen and down to the basement so no one would see her cry. She had never seen Elvis loose his temper before. He could be cocky, teasing, oblivious, but now she knew what it was to feel the pummel of his brief, yet intense, bout of rage. Jan slammed her fists down on her knees, mad at herself for loosing her composure. She had immediately regretted what she said, and now she was sure that she had screwed everything up. Elvis would never let her come back. And the thought of loosing her membership in his special, secret club that she had only just began to experience brought forth another round of deep sobs.

Eventually, once she could breathe evenly without blubbering she found her compact and took a look and then promptly put it away. Her makeup was beyond repair. So instead, she began to think about how she could possibly leave without anyone noticing. Then she heard the floor squeak across the hall, and wandering toward the TV room to take a look. She stood in the doorway and looked around.

“Hello? Someone here?”

“Boo!” Elvis jumped out from the projection closet and grabbed Jan, eliciting a high scream that ricocheted through the rooms.

Elvis grinned and licked his thumb to clean off her runny makeup. “See, I was right. You really are a jumpy little fraidy mouse tonight. A pretty, silly, cute and wet lil baby mousy. Come on upstairs, honey, and let’s fix your face.”

Jan let herself slump into Elvis chest as he walked her up to his bathroom and sat her on the counter. Somehow Elvis had a drawer full of makeup, and she gave herself to him completely as he dried her hair and did her eye shadow.

“I’m sorry, Elvis. Bout earlier. I don’t know why I said that, you’re one of the most thoughtful people. It’s just. I’m just.” She sighed. “Driving in the rain and storms always scares me.”

“Aw, honey.” He rubbed her cheek, then puckered out his lips as a cue for her to do the same. “S’ok. Cain’t bare to stay sore at you. You know I ain’t gonna let nothing bad happen to you, baby. Next time, you call me and I’ll come get ya. You’ll always be safe by my side.”

Jan nodded as Elvis drew her to him, holding her tight as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. He began to get a goofy look on his face, as if he might kiss her on the mouth, when Mack knocked on the door and pulled Elvis aside.

“EP, George just called about a story in the evening paper. I gotta tell you, right away.”

Elvis nodded at Jan to go back downstairs, where she found the other guests exchanging hushed whispers and nervous glances. Walking through the various rooms, she finally found Arlene, Frances and a few of the other girls with Gladys on the back patio listening to the rain thump against the green metal awning.

“Oh Jan, we had to get some fresh air. It’s just too awful for words.”

“What is it Mrs. Presley? What’s happened?”

Heidi took her hand and pulled her into the corner.

“It’s Susie, the police found her body in the woods off the Nashville Road.”

Jan’s brow crinkled. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I never met her, but - but, ugh, how horrible. What happened?”

“They think she was attacked by animal.” Heidi leaned in closer to whisper in Jan’s ear. “Her heart was torn clean out of her chest. Mrs. Presley is very upset, she was over here all the time.” Heidi squeezed Jan’s hand. Tight. “She was one of us.”

The rest of the night was a blur. Elvis asked most of the guests to clear out before gathering the gang in his bedroom, where he cried openly and asked Alberta to bring them a coconut cake. Then they sat around eating on the bed, sharing their favorite memories of Susie. Heidi left at midnight, and at three Jan looked over at Arlene and Frances and asked if they shouldn’t go to. Elvis’ soulful eyes looked over from where he was slumped across his bed.

“Aw, don’t leave me babies. I can’t bear to be alone.”

Frances. “What, a slumber party with all of us in your bed tonight? What will people think?”

“Fuck ‘em. Nah, people know y’all are good lil virgins, so who cares what they think.” Elvis’ eyebrows went up for a split second when Jan looked away at the word virgin. But if he thought anything of it, he kept it to himself.

The girls went into the bathroom to change in to some of Elvis’ pajamas shirts and get ready for bed. Jan cautiously asked if the others had ever slept over before.

“Oh yeah. A few times.” Arlene handed Jan her comb. “It’s all very innocent. You know Elvis, he hates to be alone. ”

Frances nodded, chiming in. “Yeah, hanky panky is the last thing on his mind. He’s proud that we’re good girls. And when he finds out someone isn’t -”

“Gosh I feel so bad.” Arlene looked at her self despondently as she finished rolling her hair. “I thought that was why Susie wasn’t coming back. I thought she had seduced him in a weak moment, and then he couldn’t bear to have her around anymore knowing she was fast. Boy oh boy, I guess I was wrong.”

“You didn’t know, who would have thought she was dead? Honestly, your theory was the most logical explanation.” Frances rubbed Arlene’s shoulder as they consoled each other.

Jan smiled sympathetically, feeling very awkward because she wanted to share their grief but couldn’t, not really. She looked out into the bedroom at where Elvis lay in the center of his large mattress, staring off into space and wondered if he really banished girls after he slept with them. It seemed an anathema to everything she had learned over the last week about how kind and warm and instantly familiar and sweet he was with women.

Once they were ready for bed, the girls climbed in next to and Elvis he grinned a big crooked grin when Jan scuttled over to claim his right arm. The four of them cuddled in together, talking about Susie, and then musing about the things they wanted to do before they died. Arlene wanted to see the pyramids, Frances wanted to own a horse and Elvis said he wanted to go on a safari in Africa. When it was Jan’s turn, she murmured that this was her dream, to have friends who loved and embraced her so openly. And then she hid her face in Elvis’ chest, blushing as the others cooed over her.

The rain continued, and eventually the conversation moved on to happier topics, such as what people probably eat for dinner in heaven. Spaghetti and meatballs, if Arlene was to be believed. Every so often, Elvis would lean into and start kissing the side of Arlene or Jan’s forehead absentmindedly. Then Frances would claim she was left out and Elvis would make a big production of kissing them all. And then there would be another round of giggles and tickles and little kicks under the covers.

Jan wasn’t quite sure what time she fell asleep, but when she woke up she was nestled into Elvis armpit and the others were gone. Thick black curtains covered the windows and made it impossible to know what time of day it was from the sunlight, at least. Jan hoped it was Sunday morning but she suspected it may already be the afternoon. Pushing her cares aside, she leaned further into Elvis warm body and moving her hand over the cool silk of his white monogrammed pajamas, trying memorize exactly how this felt so she could play it back in her mind’s eye when ever she wanted

“Uh oh, looks like there’s a lil mouse in ma bed.”

Jan felt Elvis’ lips on her forehead, and turned to see his eyes dancing under half open lids. She let out a little snort as she pulled herself closer to him, savoring the cozy cocoon of sheets, blankets and Elvis that enveloped her.

“I wonder where the others are.”

“Probably downstairs stuffing their gob, if I know Arlene.”

Jan swatted Elvis playfully, and he chuckled, stretching his arm out around her with a yawn. She sat up to read the clock on the mantle, and thought of all the little things she had told herself she would do before work tomorrow. Elvis grabbed her pulled her back into his chest.

“Ughhhh, it’s almost 2 in the afternoon.”

“Huh, so, why hurry at this point?” He grinned and caressed her stomach, leaning on his side to hover over her.

“I’m glad ya here, lil gal. Glad we can comfort each other during hard times. An I’m glad you been coming over, you one of my sweet lil girls now, Jan." He kissed her cheek, his lip spouting. "Now, you gotta promise you won't go on no dates when I’m outta town, it would break my heart.”

Jan nodded up, her mouth hanging open. “No, you can trust me Elvis. I won’t see anyone else.”

A lock of his black hair dangled over his forehead, and Jan flinched when Elvis’ hand moved over the low curve of her belly.

“Honey, you know you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about with me, though. I would never hurt you, or do anything wrong to you.”

Jan nodded. “I know - I just - I guess I’m just not used to being around men like this very often. But I like it. I like being around you.”

“Huh, well, that’s good. I don’t want you spending time with anyone else, lil mouse. You know I meant it when I say I’m glad all you girls are good lil virgins. You know I’m not like most guys, I respect you.” His fingers smoothed over the hair above her widow’s peak. “So you ain’t gotta worry bout that.”

Jan broke their eye contact and looked up at the dark blue ceiling.

“What - what is it, honey? Ain’t nothing to be embarrassed talking bout, should be proud that you’re a good girl.”

“I’m - I.” Jan hesitated and met Elvis eyes as she rolled over the pillow and looked into the mirror, watching his face as he nuzzled his chin into her from behind. He ran his fingers over her matching navy blue pajama shirt.

“What’s the word, lil mouse? You know you can tell me anything?”

Jan rolled back into him, murmuring into the white lining above his collar.

“I’m just afraid you won’t want me around anymore. You - the gang - spending time here. It’s the best part of my day. But I don’t want to lie to you, Elvis.” Her voice got even lower and she trembled. “I’m not a virgin.”

Elvis tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “Ya not?”

Jan slowly shook her head. “But - but I’m not here to try to seduce with you.”

He let out a loud cackle.

“No? Don’t find me attractive, huh?”

“No, I do. It’s just that I know - I ‘ve heard. That is, they say once a girl goes all the way with you, she’s not allowed to come back.”

Elvis’ brows furrowed and Jan wasn’t sure if he was hurt or about to laugh again until chuckle rang out. “What? That’s the stupidest goddamn thing I eva heard. How would any of those lil hens know, anyway?”

“I - I - I don’t know, I never asked.” Jan’s voice trailed off as Elvis chuckled into her cheek as he kissed her.

“Well, don’ worry baby, I ain’t trying to take advantage of ya, virgin or not.” His hands roved over her sides as he looked deep into her eyes. “Man oh man, mousy gal, look so sweet and innocent though, never would ‘ave guessed.”

Jan felt a tingly warmth start to coil in her belly and she gasped as Elvis rolled his nose over hers. He moved closer, his hand roving under her pajama shirt and trailing under her bare breast.

“Thanks for not taking advantage of me, either way.” Jan muttered, slightly distracted by the nips at her ear and the succession of slow and firm kisses that followed on her neck.

“Naw, honey. Wouldn’t dream a it. Furthest thing from my mind.”

Jan didn’t know what would happen the next she arrived at the Graceland gate house, she half expected Uncle Vester to turn her away. But he waved her through, and she chided herself for being silly. Elvis was so kind and warm, she could never imagine him banishing her after what they had shared. He had been so sweet, so kind, so gentle. He had conjured a pleasure from deep within her that she had never experience before, and she felt as if she had only truly been with a man for the first time when she was with him. Still, as Jan walked up the hill to the house she vowed to resist the urge to experience that pleasure again. She didn’t want to loose her friendships with the other girls. And so, as she stepped in the door and removed her coat and gloves, she swore to herself she would never go all the way with Elvis Presley. Again.

Solemn oaths, however, are so very difficult to keep. And Jan found herself changing her mind the minute Elvis whispered in her ear to sneak up stairs and wait for him in his bed room when Mack went to drive the other members of the gang home. Heidi, Frances and Arlene said nothing, but Jan could tell they knew something was up. They must, have, she reasoned. Especially once Elvis started picking her up and dropping her off himself. Sometimes he would take her home alone, but when he picked her up most evenings he would park and honk outside her ladies boarding house with some of the other guys and ask if they had any available rooms for Lamar. Jan caught Arlene staring at her out of the corner of her eye all the next week, and then Heidi trapped her on the landing that Friday.

“Just be careful. ‘Member: keep your knees closed, that’s the only way to make it last now that you’re one of his girls.”

Jan’s brow furrowed “But we’re all his girls.”

“You know what I mean, Jan. Anita is coming back from New York in a few days, I hope you know what you are doing.”

Jan swallowed hard as she watched Heidi descend down the staircase. Had she just been a bed warmer during Anita’s absence? Was there a way to go back to how it had been at first, when the most she did in bed with Elvis was have pillow fights and tickling kisses? But then when he squeezed her hand and rubbed his thumb along the side of her palm she was powerless to stop herself from answering his silent call and going to wait for him in his bedroom.

It was Sunday, Elvis was going back on tour the next day. It was her last night with him and Jan ran out of her apartment the second she saw the winged tips on the back of Elvis’ white Eldorado outside her window. She slid down the banister and jumped off the end, soliciting a humpf and a stern glance from the boarding house matron at the front desk. Jan giggled. She couldn’t help it. But her gait slowed when she noticed the single blonde bob in the driver’s seat.

“Why hey there, Miss Janice, how are you?”

Jan frowned and leaned into the car. “Looking for me Anita?”

The blonde’s a tight fake smile grew across her face. Jan couldn’t help but notice that she had bags under her eyes and the rosy color that had animated her creamy pink skin when they first met had faded. Anita no longer had that radiant glow, she looked sickly and pale. This didn’t seem to dampen her energy, and she giggled and patted the seat beside her.

“Come on, honey, thought we could go for a lil ol drive, have a lil ol talk.” She winked. “You know, girl to girl.” Jan sighed and rubbed her neck, looking around as she considered what she should do. What was the worst that could happen? Anita might yell at her, she might start a scene with Elvis later. Maybe Jan could stop her from doing that, could talk some sense into her or even convince her she was wrong. So Jan took a deep breath and got into the car.

“How was New York?”

They made small talk as Anita guided her car around the block and drove further from the lights of downtown Memphis into the dark, black night. “In the Still of The Night” came on the radio as the Eldorado made its way through the outskirts of Memphis. After a while, Jan stopped trying to come up with things to say, and awkwardly started to suggest maybe they should get back, unless there was something specific Anita wanted to discuss. Anita turned again to smile, and pulled the car on to the side of the road. She shut off the engine and Jan suddenly felt a tremor of fear rise up her spine. An owl hooted out in the woods, off beyond the shoulder. Other than that, there was no one around.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, Anita. I thought we were friends.”

Anita shifted in her seat to look at her directly, and Jan could swear she saw a flash of yellowish green in Anita’s eyes.

“Why you must think I was born yesterday, to be friends with a lil tramp that goes doing the hanky panky with my man.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jan whispered, her voice stilted and unsure as she blinked at the ground. She shivered when Anita scooted closer along the front seat and leaned into Jan’s face, sniffing her cheek.

“Heavens to betsy, honey. I can still smell him on you.”

Jan began to mutter that was not even possible, but her voice trailed off and she swallowed hard in disbelief as she watched Anita’s mouth grow wider and wider and her teeth extend into a row of sharp daggers. Jan tried and failed to find the door handle, so instead, she opted to crawl out through the open window. Somehow Anita ran around the front of the car lightening fast and managed to tackled Jan to the ground before she could run. Her small body had the strength of ten men as she held Jan down by her shoulders on the cold dirt that lined the dark road.

“Please, please, I’ll stop, I promise. Cross my heart.”

Anita smiled down at Jan and her yellow eyes burned bright in the black night.

“Bless your heart, that’s just what I’m after too.”

Then, with a flash of her smile, Anita ripped through Jan’s chest with her teeth and devoured her still-beating heart in one gulp, savoring the way it throbbed down her throat. Jan’s screams echoed through the forest and down the Nashville road, but there was no human around for miles and miles to hear them.

Heidi, Arlene and the others looked for Jan at the gate over the following days and weeks. Once or twice, they thought they saw her walking down the street from the bus stop, but they were wrong.

“She must have slept with him.” Arlene explained, smoothing her skirt as they walked around the pool.

“I warned her, I said, once girls go all the way with him, they never come back.” Heidi tutted, looking across the patio and nodding her head at Anita. “Gosh, she looks even prettier than the last time. Must have had more work down when she was ‘at that job in New York.’”

“Oh fooey, to hell with Anita Wood.”

OK, but seriously, look at these photos from before and after she started dating Elvis. You cannot tell me Anita wasn't gobbling up the hearts of innocent gate girls when Elvis wasn't looking!

Happy Elvis-o-Ween.......

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amix1982 · 2 months

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My first Elvis fanfic. I used to write a lot a long time ago, and kind of stopped doing it. I find myself obsessed with Elvis lately, and this is such a great community. Everyone who writes fics have inspired me to write my own. Please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Not sure how to do the Discretion advisory. I just kind of copied from how everyone else has been doing it. :)

Rating: NSFW

Relationships: Elvis Presley/Original Female Character

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing.

Summary: Your are a dancer in the 68 come back special who helps Elvis with his stage fright.

It had already been a few weeks since rehearsals started for Elvis’ television special. Your agent had gotten you an audition as a dancer in the production, and you were one of the lucky ones selected. You had been dancing since you were a child, and showed great potential, enough that your parents agreed for you to enrol at Juilliard Dance Division in New York City. Your family was not rich by any means, but with the help of your devoted family and working after school and summer jobs, you were finally able to earn enough for your tuition.

Going to school in New York with no family or friends meant that you had to learn to get by on your own. Your parents helped when they could, but this experience forced you to grow up pretty quickly. Competition was high, and you were not the top of your class, but you were still among the best dancers in your year.

Honestly, you had no desire to become a super star, you just wanted to dance. It brought you joy. It made you forget all the awful things happening in the world, and in your personal life. But, you did have to eat after all, and your parents didn’t send you to school for nothing. A career was expected of you after all.

June had been particularly hot in California that year, and while you were no stranger to hot, muggy, city summers, LA was just on another level. Luckily, the studio had air conditioning. Things were modernizing, but not fast enough when it came to AC, in your opinion. You could remember going to see movies in the summertime as the cinema was one of the few places with A/C to get any relief from the heat.

Your first day on set was mostly just meetings, finding out the itinerary for rehearsal and filming. Getting to know your coworkers, and crew. You found out that you would be dancing in the gospel production number. You had wrinkled your nose up upon finding out, hoping for a sexy part in the bordello act. But as you stood looking in the floor length mirror in your hotel room later that night, you couldn’t blame them. You were just an average hight, plain faced brunette with big eyes and a round face. You sometimes felt like a big eye Margaret Keane painting.

You wouldn’t meet Elvis until just before rehearsals started, you were not sure how a big star such as him would be like to work with, but you were pleasantly surprised at his professionalism and friendliness. You had seen some of his movies with your friends, and his hits were always on the radio, so you were familiar with him and his career. But, you felt you couldn’t call yourself a fan, not really. Not like some of your crazy friends, who nearly knocked you out of your chair the night you told them you would be working with him.

But, now as you sit reading the same page over and over in the stupid airport romance novel you bought while travelling to LA, you realize you can’t stop thinking about him. It’s only been a few days now! You really had it on for him.

“Just a crush. Everyone has a crush on Elvis. You’ll be fineeee” You tell yourself outloud, tossing your book to the side of the bed.

Tomorrow was the final rehearsal for your number, and then that evening Elvis was to start the live sessions. There was a problem, apparently tickets didn’t get sold as they should have, and the team was scrambling get an audience. You had been asked to sit at the back to fill some space, along with some of the other women dancers. Not all took the opportunity, which you thought was foolish, but not all the girls you worked with were particularly nice. Some thought themselves better than being an audience member, but you didn’t care. You had never seen Elvis live before, you were too young when he first came into the scene, and he had been doing movies for so long. Even though you were stuck in the back, it was going to be amazing. You just knew it!

The next morning was rough, you hardly slept, your mind on Elvis all night. You were sure all the other women were thinking of him too, especially the lucky ones who got to dress in sexy clothes and rub up against him. You were stuck in some virginal white dress, your long brown hair brushed out so that it rest on your shoulders. You looked and felt like a doll. Elvis probably wouldn’t like this look, and he’s spoken to nearly all the women except for you. Of course, you were too shy to say anything to him, so why should he interact with you? Which is why you were not expecting it when he finally did.

“Hello?”

You stood in your starting position, staring hard at the flood with your thumbnail between your teeth. You were concentrating very hard at not looking at Elvis, that when he approached you and started to talk you completely tuned him out.

“Aw, I think somethin’s wrong with this one, man” Elvis pointed to you, your head still down in deep thought.

“Ah ah I mean, she looks like a baby doll, maybe if I crank her up she’ll walk and talk like a real girl” Elvis ran his hand along your back, probably a little slower than he really had to, pretending to find the crank.

This woke you up out of your thoughts, not knowing what was going on and your brain telling you danger, you foolishly moved to go forward, face planting into his chest. In a blind panic, you backed up, tripped over part of the set, and flew ass over tea kettle.

Next thing you knew you were laying on your back, with Elvis at your side, hand sliding underneath your head, looking down at you with concern.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean ta scare ya. You were far away my darlin’, what in the world were you thinkin’ of?”

“H-how to not look at you.” You stammered, before wincing at your words. Why did you have to be so honest all the time?

Next thing you heard was a loud bellowing roar of laughter, with little hiccuping gasps at the end. The laughter was so contagious you found yourself laughing along with him.

“Now why would you be doin’ that?” He asked, now helping you to sit up.

You allow him to assist you to stand, your laughter dying down to just a small chuckle as you look down at your feet. “Because I can’t keep my eyes off of you, that’s why.”

This seemed to please him as you could see the fine lines of crows feet appear next to his eyes. Elvis reached out and drew a thumb along the bottom of your chin, tipping it up so that you were forced to look at him.

“I better have a good look at you, since you’ve had all this time to look at me.”

You chewed on your lip. Wow, he really knew how to put the moves on. You wanted to believe that you were the only one, but he had been flirting with almost the entire cast and crew. Up until now, he never even noticed you before. It was hard to control your excitement, even if you knew better.

“Elvis” It was Steve Binder on the PA.

“Uh Yeah, Steve?” Elvis let go of your chin, twisted so that he was looking backwards and up at the control booth.

“We need you to start off from the ….”

Steve’s voice faded away, as you watched Elvis listen intently to the director. You found your eyes moving towards his ass, then realized you were in public and quickly glanced sideways to a cast of women who were staring at you like you were the villain. You jump to attention, give the girls a sheepish grin, then shuffle back to your starting point.

“Wow, that girl is weird.” You could overhear one of them say. You didn’t do very well of making friends on this job. But then you never worked with Elvis and a group of young women before. Almost the whole cast looked a shade of green.

“Hold on Steve, I’ll be ready in a second.” Elvis turned back to you and saw that you had moved back to your position. “Will you be at the filming tonight?”

You smile and nod.

“Great, I’ll see you then…..?” Elvis trailed off, raising his brows with a questioning look on his face.

“Y/N” You tell him your name.

“I’ll see ya then, Y/N”

Rehearsals went well, you didn’t make any mistakes and found yourself feeling a little pompous when the girls who had called you weird flubbed up their steps. You all had to do the scene over again, which you could tell was annoying Elvis. Although, he was still polite and gracious to everyone. The whole time Elvis was sneaking peaks at you, making the other women distracted and jealous. It started to make you feel uncomfortable, and it was like he could sense it, because he stopped doing it. You hid your smile, feeling grateful that he could tell how you were feeling, and respected that.

Rehearsals came to an end, and Elvis left almost immediately. You figure he was probably going to get dinner, and get ready for the live show tonight. You, on the other hand, had no plans whatsoever. Figuring there was no point in going back to your hotel, then back here again you hung around the studio. Still wearing the white dress you wore to rehearsals. It was close enough to filming that you and the other cast started to wear your costumes, and you are glad you did. It meant you wouldn’t be in the audience wearing your dance tights.

You found it quiet ever since Elvis’ entourage was kicked off set for being too loud. You kind of liked them, always laughing and fooling around. You were so surprised to see how eager they were to serve Elvis, it was like a King and his subjects. All vying for his attention. You thought Elvis seemed cool about it though, it didn’t appear to you that he was taking advantage of them or anything. What a strange life, you thought.

After a while you notice people starting to fill into the seating area, which circled a raised stage in the middle. You get up and make your way to the spot you had your eyes on, in the back, near the doors where you knew Elvis would be coming from. You plop yourself down and wait.

Backstage a million questions were going though Elvis’ mind. “Am I good enough?” “Do I still have it?” “Will I screw this up?”

“God dammit” He huffed, sitting back on the sofa, the stiffness of his leather suit making it impossible to slouch. “No one is gonna come.”

He had been delaying going out for a while now and knew that soon someone would come looking for him. What was he going to do? He couldn’t just not do the show, but he also just couldn’t get himself to go, it was like he couldn’t move his legs at all.

Elvis had always felt some form of stage fright thought his career. Some worse than others, but nothing compared to the anxiousness he was feeling right now. His leg started to bounce, and his breath started to come faster. Little beads of sweat began at his brow line, threatening to fall. The panic would rise up, and he would push it down, then rise up again, only to be stuffed back from whence it came.

He began to wring his hands when he heard a tiny knock. Elvis looked at the door for a long time before willing himself to get up and answer it. He figured it was someone coming to check on him, but the knock was so light that he couldn’t imagine who it could even be. Dabbing himself on the head with his towel, he opens the door a crack and sees you standing there. For a moment his fears vanish.

“Oh, hi there doll face. What are you doing here.” He steps aside to let you inside, then closes the door behind you.

You look around the dressing room, surprised that Elvis was all alone. He is still behind you and you turn to face him, not expecting him to be so close behind you.

‘Well, its just…’ You bring a finger to your lips, you know you look super innocent and for some reason you are compelled to flaunt it. “That comedian is fishing at the bottom as his barrel right now, and you’ve been longer than anticipated. I took a chance, and thought I’d check in on you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet honey” Elvis sits back down, the anxiety starting to bubble up again. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands. He gazes at you and clenches his jaw.

You knew that faraway look, because you got it too. Before every performance you got butterflies in your stomach, but once you were on stage and dancing it all faded away. But, this was on a different level. You could sense he was on the verge of real panic, but was masterfully keeping it all together.

“Hey…” You say gently, walking up to him and kneeling down. You had this overwhelming feeling to take care of him. “It will be ok. Once you start singing it will all fade away.”

“Hn..?” He lifted his head off his hands to look at you as if he wasn’t paying attention, even though he knew exactly what you had said. Once the words processed he nodded. “Hmm. It’s just that I haven’t performed live in .. 8 years”

Forgetting yourself you lean forward, placing your elbows on his knees now, chin in hands. “You’ll be fine. Trust me. It’s just like a jam session, and your friends are here, and family.” You felt a pang of pain when you said family, having forgotten that this man did have a wife, who was probably around here somewhere. Although, if the rumours were true then they weren’t doing so well. Of course, if the rumours were true then that dancer named Susan was already close with Elvis. Thinking this lowered your confidence, and you began to pull away.

Looking down at you, all Elvis could see were big blue eyes, pouty lips and a white dress that was so pure and innocent it was intoxicating. The way you propped your elbow on his knees was cute, and he wasn’t going to let you get away so easily.

‘Hang on there,Doll” He placed his hands on your arms, moving them back to where they were before.

You smile at him, wiggling a little so that you’re more comfortable kneeling on the floor in front of him. He coughs and shifts in his seat a little, your squirming was starting to do something to him.

It was all happening so fast, yet so naturally. You didn’t come in here with a plan to do this, and you know you should stop what you're doing immediately, but you can’t. All you can do is just give up and let the moment take over. Your hands slide around to his outer thighs, you feel your cheeks start to burn, and find you are a little too afraid to slide them to the inner of his thigh just yet, although you really want to.

Elvis leans back, as best he can with the leather suit on, and spreads his legs. He is so turned on, but the pants are so tight it holds him in, a little painfully. You can still notice a bulge though, but the pants do a good job at hiding it.

When he spread his legs, it gives you the courage to slide your hands to his inner tights. Once there you felt that there was no stopping you. You bite down on your lip gently, your hands moving up, and up ever so slowly, until you're cupping his hardness in his pants. His hips buckle just a little, he wasn’t expecting you to go this far, with your innocent pretty blue eyes, and white dress.

You slide up in front of him, pushing off his knees, getting in close so that you are face to face. Immediately he grabs the side of your head, pulling you to him, kissing you with urgency and need. You crawl onto his lap, while his hands slide up through your hair, messing it up, as you roll your hips. You quickly wonder what has gotten into you, you’re not super inexperienced or anything, but you’ve never behaved in this way with a man before. But it was coming so naturally, it felt like your heart was full, this was the passion you were looking for.

“Oh baby, we gotta slow this down” He says, finally breaking away from your lips.

“But…” You begin to protest, as he places his hands on your shoulder. You could see the beads of sweat sliding down the side of his face, his lips all puffy. You both sit panting for just a few moments before Elvis starts to explain.

“These pants took forever to get on…” He leans in and nuzzles your neck.

“Are they easy to get off though?” You turn your head so that his lips are now brushing yours.

With an amused expression on his face, he rubs his lips against yours and mumbles “yes”

Just then there is a loud knock at the door, which startles you both. You jump off his lap, smooth your skirt of your dress down and step back, allowing Elvis to stand up. He looks just a bit uncomfortable and you know why.

“Elvis, it’s Steve, can we come in.”

“Yeah, sure, come on in” Elvis places a hand gently on your arm, asking you with his gesture to leave. But not without flashing you a beautiful smile and whispering. ‘I’ll think of you on stage.”

You leave the room, and find your seat once again, knowing with full confidence that Elvis would soon be on that stage. Within minutes, there he was, walking out onto the platform, looking so amazing in his black leather suit. It was hard to imagine how anxious, and how horny he was just a few minutes ago. He oozed sex, and confidence.

You sit knowingly, occasionally your eyes wander down to the front of his pants, you know exactly where to look. He was still hard, so, so hard. You remembered some of the girls talking about how he told someone how he didn’t like to wear underwear, or something like that. You squeeze your thighs together, imagining how the friction was probably feeling for him right now.

You didn’t know exactly when he came, maybe it was even more than once. Those groans and grunts worked well in the show, but you knew better. While the others all thought it was part of the show, you were studying him so hard that you could see it was for real. It was shocking, but fucking hot and exhilarating to see.

He had thought that his desire would just go away when he hit the stage, but the thrill of being back in front of a crowd actually turned him on even more. It was the energy in the room, the cheering girls, the friction in his pants and most of all you, sitting there, watching him. It sent shivers throughout his body, and every time he moved he felt closer and closer to going over the edge. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before.

He could remember times, back when he was young and on tour in the late ‘50s, getting all riled up and having to relieve himself after a show, or have some pretty girl do it for him. But never, ever, to the point of having an actual orgasm on stage. Both times caught him by surprise, and he growled, releasing his pent up energy. All the anxiety that he felt before the show, melted away after the strange experience, replaced with a feeling of ease, especially since he could see that no one took notice of what had just happened. Except for one.

The crowd just loved him, every single person focusing on him right now. You worried for a moment it would be hard for him, having all those eyes staring, but it looked as if he was revelling in the attention. No one noticed you squirming in your seat, wiggling and rubbing your thighs together, while cheering and clapping as if were were not close to orgasming in public.

He turned to glance back at you, and you could see his jaw slack for just a few seconds before correcting his expression. He could see you wiggling, and let out a groan, before whipping back around with his guitar to finish off the song.

The brief eye contact sent you over the edge, you grip your seat to hold your hips down, and to hide your moan you yell out his name, screaming like a fan would.

“Elvis!”

“Hello to ya too, Darlin’” Elvis joked, trying to play along, that you were just screaming like another crazy fan, rather than a woman who was riding out an orgasm in his studio audience.

Damn, He thought to himself. I need to make sure I catch her before she leaves. He gives you a longing look, he had perfected this over time, it was a way of communicating without words. He wanted you, and he wanted you to know it.

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I kind of want to continue somehow, but not sure. LOL. IDK if this is even any good.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis #elvis fic #elvis smut #elvis fandom #elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Late Birthday Present

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician, RPF, Elvis Movie

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader [can be Elvis and Priscilla if you want]

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Original Male Character

Word Count: 3197 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: All she wanted was to make Elvis’ birthday special

Tags/ Warnings: Semi Public Sex, Kissing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Arguing, Angst, Jealousy, Double Standards, Doggy Style, Hollywood, Elvis’ Birthday, Birthdays, Clubbing, Drinking, Alcohol, Jealous E, Set in the 70s, 70s Elvis, Established Relationship, Marriage, Love, Fluff, Possessiveness, Slight Breeding Kink, Slight Dom Elvis, Smut,

Notes: It’s the main man’s big day so how about some smut?

The room was spinning as I placed my forehead against the cool tile of the bathroom stall feeling the effect of the alcohol hit me all at once. I hadn’t realised just how tipsy I was until I was alone in the bathroom with the harsh fluorescents baring down on me. It was my husband Elvis’ birthday and though he didn’t like a fuss I had wanted to make it special and decided to treat him and our friends to a fancy dinner at one of our favourite spots in West Hollywood. The only downside to this was that once we were out we started drinking and soon enough someone suggested we head to a bar and then another and now I was sitting with my head between my legs in a club toilet. After I finished peeing I freshened up and headed out into the bathroom to assess the damage. Surprisingly, I looked okay though the harsh lights made me look a little washed out. I washed my hands and topped up my lipstick before I headed back out into the dark club.

It was busy but not so much that I couldn’t make my way through the crowd. Elvis and his boys were tucked away in a booth at the back of the club with ongoing table service so I spied my chance to get myself another drink. If I switched to water now in front of them I’d surely be deemed as a bad sport so I pitched up at the bar and flagged down the bartender for a bottle of water. As I stood there I felt a presence beside me and I looked to find a man watching me with a kind smile. I smiled back politely before I took my bottle of water and told the bartender to stick it on our ongoing tab. As I took a sip of my drink I glanced to my side again and found him still looking at me.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked as I put my bottle on the counter. ‘Yeah,’ he said turning to me properly, ‘I just feel like I know you from somewhere.’ ‘Oh probably just one of those faces,’ I said. ‘Yeah probably,’ he said eyeing me a little closer, ‘are you an actress?’ ‘No,’ I said, stopping myself from following it up with ‘no but my husband is’ in an attempt to avoid having the same old conversation that gushed about my husband. It’s not that I minded his fans. It was just that having to answer the same questions over and over again got a little tiring. As he watched me I noticed recognition flicker in his eyes which was confirmed as he said, ‘wait you’re Y/N Presley, right?’ ‘That’s me,’ I said with a forced smile. ‘See I always remember a pretty face,’ he chuckled. ‘Just not a name right?’ I ribbed making him laugh. ‘Hey, I got there in the end,’ he smiled which faded a little as he said, ‘so what brings Y/N Presley out on a night like tonight?’ ‘Oh, we’re sorta celebrating,’ I said watching as he looked at me to continue, ‘it’s my husband's birthday.’ ‘Really?’ he asked, ‘wait, is he here?’ ‘Yeah,’ I said turning to point towards the back of the club. ‘No shit that’s awesome,’ he said. ‘Are you a fan?’ I said. He shrugged. ‘I like his music,’ he said though he stopped hesitantly. ‘But?’ I asked. ‘His movies aren’t really my scene,’ he said. I nodded. I couldn’t blame him. If I was being honest Elvis’ movies weren’t really his scene either. He longed to get himself into something more serious, something he could really get his teeth into, but the studios didn’t want that. They knew he would draw a crowd no matter what the content of the film so they relied on old formats and cheap production to capitalise as much as possible. I knew it hurt Elvis that his acting career hadn’t turned out the way he wanted which was why I had been so happy to see him back doing what he did best, performing. There was no way anyone could interfere with his performance when he was on stage. He wasn’t confined to what he was given. He was in total control.

The guy took my silence for offence and instantly started backtracking, ‘I mean not that there’s anything wrong with them per se. I mean I’m not some Hollywood director or anything-’ ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I said waving him off. I changed the subject to move past the feeling of awkwardness, ‘so if you’re not a Hollywood director what do you do?’ ‘Actually, I’m a baseball player,’ he said. ‘Oh, that’s cool,’ I said instantly feeling bad for not recognising him, ‘sorry I don’t follow baseball much.’ ‘I figured,’ he chuckled, ‘don’t worry I expect being married to a living legend keeps you a little busy.’ ‘Just a tad,’ I giggled.

As he went to speak I noticed people around us moving and turned to find Elvis striding through the crowd until he got to us with a few lingering glances following him. His gaze flicked between me and the guy and his jaw clenched. The man didn’t seem to notice as he broke into an expression of wide-eyed wonder but I did and I could tell he was pissed.

‘Hey man. I’m Joe,’ he said sticking his hand out in front of Elvis who shook it quickly, ‘wow, um, nice to meet you.’ ‘Yeah,’ Elvis said somewhat dismissively, his normal suave charm absent. ‘Baby-’ I started. ‘Where’ve you been? I’ve been sitting on my own for nearly twenty minutes’ he said now ignoring Joe and looking at me solely. ‘I went to the bathroom and then I was just getting a drink,’ I said gesturing to the bottle of water on the bar. ‘Sorry man that was probably my fault. I kept her talking,’ the guy said. ‘Must’ve been a damn interesting conversation,’ Elvis said curtly though his volume was a little louder than before causing more heads to turn in our direction. I stepped towards him and placed my hands on his chest. ‘Baby people are lookin’,’ I said quietly noting that several of the boys were now behind him trying to see what the problem was or if they needed to intervene. ‘Let 'em,’ he said, ‘I don’t care.’ ‘Well I do,’ I said. ‘Maybe they were already looking at you flirting with another guy why your husband is sitting all on his own,’ he said looking down at me, anger flaming in his bright blue eyes. ‘Look man it wasn’t like that,’ Joe said from behind me catching Elvis’ attention. ‘I ain’t your man,’ he said, ‘and don’t try and pretend like y’all weren’t cosied up at this bar together. I saw you.’ ‘We were just talking,’ I said indignantly as irritation bubbled through me. ‘Well I don’t like it,’ he said, ‘and it ends now.’ ‘What?’ I gaped pulling back. ‘You heard me,’ he said. ‘I heard you being ridiculous,’ I said, ‘do you think you can just tell me who I can and can't speak to?’ ‘Y/N I am your husband,’ he spat. ‘Not for much longer if you keep being so ridiculous,’ I snapped. And with that, I grabbed my purse from the bar and strode through the crowd and out towards the front door.

As I stepped out into the fresh air I felt a rush come over me. Everything became a little more disconcerting. My feet started to ache in my shoes as they walked along the concrete floor and I could hear the blood whooshing through my ears as the cold January night air hit my system. I didn’t slow down though. I couldn’t. I was too mad. I knew he could be jealous. I knew he was a little overprotective and that it was even worse with the alcohol now running through his veins. But did he really think that if I wanted to stray I’d be doing it in public with him meters away? Or even so, did he think that all it would take to turn my head would be a conversation with some random guy?

Not only that but the double standard of it all really hurt. He had thousands of women throwing themselves at him all the time. Panties littered his stages and numbers were scrawled on walls outside our home and I was expected to be fine with that but he couldn't take seeing me merely speak with another man. It just didn't seem right to me.

The limousine we had taken to the club was still parked outside, the driver leaning against it as he puffed away on his cigarette which he put out as he saw me approaching. As I got close to him he moved to open my door for me but before I could get inside I heard Elvis.

‘Where the hell are you going?’ I turned to find him standing several paces behind me with his hands on his hips and a face like thunder. ‘Home,’ I said turning back around and climbing inside. He was there in a shot, talking to the driver in a low whisper before he climbed inside forcing me to shuffle up along the seat. He slammed the door shut looking at me with irritation.

‘What?’ I said. ‘You walked away from me,’ he said simply as the car started to move. ‘Because you were being an ass,’ I said folding my arms across my chest. ‘You’re flirtin’ with some guy and I’m the ass?’ he asked incredulously. ‘I was having a polite conversation with a guy who knew I was married so yeah I’d say this is on you,’ I said. ‘Well the two of you seemed pretty cosy up there,’ he said. ‘It’s a club!’ I said loudly as my irritation bubbled up more, ‘I could barely hear what he was saying as it was. Which was probably a good thing because all we seemed to talk about was you anyway. Like always,’ I sneered. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he scoffed. ‘That I spend my life as the wife of Elvis Presley. Every conversation I have seems to revolve around you,’ I said. ‘What so you hate being married to me?’ he said running his tongue along his teeth. ‘Of course not!’ I said my volume dropping a little as I sighed, ‘I just…sometimes it feels like that’s all I am. Like I’m not my own person…and when he came up to me he didn’t know me as that. I wasn’t Y/N Presley. I was just a girl at a club, and yeah I’ll admit at first he might have been trying to hit on me, but I wasn’t really bothered about that. I was just happy someone wanted to talk to me as me and not as your wife.’

Elvis fell silent for a moment, his face softening from the anger he had felt before. He moved towards me, pulling me close to him until his face was inches from mine.

‘I didn't know you felt like that,’ he mumbled. ‘Yeah well, sometimes I do,’ I said, ‘I love you don't get me wrong it’s just-’ ‘Hard?’ he said and I nodded. ‘Honey I know the feeling,’ he said with a sad smile. ‘I wouldn’t change it for the world though,’ I said, ‘that’s what annoyed me…how could you think that I’d have the slightest bit of interest in that guy when I married the best man on the planet.’ ‘You marry someone I didn’t know about?’ he joked making me smile. ‘I mean it,’ I said, ‘you know I’m only yours.’ ‘I know,’ he said kissing my forehead. Now his eyes weren’t on me I felt braver. As if I wanted confirmation he felt the same way and soon enough the words were spilling from me, ‘and anyway it's not like I don't have reasons to get jealous but I don’t. I mean if I got mad every time a girl threw her panties on stage for ya I’d never get anything done.’ ‘You know they don’t mean anything honey,’ he said. ‘I know…you’re all mine right?’ I said as he pulled back and looked at me. He smirked for a moment and then his lips hit mine and he pulled me into him. He kissed me deeply, holding me against him as if I was a life preserver and he was out at sea. When we broke apart I was breathless.

‘What was that for?’ I said. ‘Well, I figured I could tell you that you’re mine or…’ ‘Or?’ I said feeling excitement in my core as he leaned in with a cocky smirk and said, ‘I can show you.’ I nodded and allowed him to kiss me one more, my arms wrapping around his neck as he moved me to lean against the car door. As he kissed along my jaw and neck, his hands caressing my chest through the material of my dress, I became distinctly aware of the driver mere feet away.

‘E,’ I whispered making him pull back. ‘What?’ he said. ‘What about him?’ I said nodding towards the driver's cab. ‘Forget about him,’ he said resuming his course of action. I tried to resist as I thought about the man sitting a stone's throw away but then his hand trailed up my thigh and across the front of my lace panties and my mind went blank as I moaned. Elvis chuckled against my throat eliciting another moan from me before he climbed onto the floor of the limo and parted my legs. I looked down watching him closely as he pushed my dress up around my hips, gesturing for me to lift up so he could get it as far up as possible and my panties down. I could feel the cool leather against my ass which contrasted with the heat that was exuding from between my legs. He teased through my slick folds for a moment, smirking as I shivered with anticipation before he set to work kissing down each thigh from my knee upwards until he placed one on my pussy.

Then he licked a flat wide stripe from my base to my clit, swirling his tongue around it as he did and making me moan loudly which made him chuckle against me sending a sweet vibration through me. He set to work and my fingers knotted in his hair enjoying the way his tongue worked expertly against me. He didn’t even break away from me as he threw my legs over his shoulders, pulling me into him by my thighs so I couldn’t move anywhere, and I was stuck squirming against his touch.

‘E,’ I panted as he flicked his tongue across my clit. He pulled back for a moment making me almost whimper at the loss of him though my arousal didn't wane as I caught a glimpse of him, a smile on his face and my juices on his chin. ‘I’m not E tonight baby,’ he said, ‘I’m Elvis Presley you got that?’ ‘Yes baby,’ I whimpered. ‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked. ‘Elvis Presley.’ ‘Good,’ he smirked, ‘and I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I said. ‘In fact,’ he said, ‘I’m gonna spell my name out with my tongue.

I nodded and watched as he dove back in his tongue moving against my sensitive nub in a few vertical flicks. My race to the finish line was back on encouraged on by his new technique and the fact his long fingers were now inside me curving gently against that sweet spot every time they moved in and out.

‘Fuck,’ I panted earning a throaty hum from him. I could feel my climax coming and then he sucked on my clit and I was gone, trembling around his ears as my hips bucked in his face riding out that white-hot pleasure. He pulled back, unhooking my legs from his shoulders, and smiled at me wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘That feel good honey?’ he said. I nodded, unable to string my sentences together. He laughed, ‘good. Because now it’s my turn.’

I couldn't move. I was completely blissed out. I didn’t think my legs would hold me up if I even attempted it. He seemed to notice my hesitation and pulled me up until we were against one another, him kneeling on the floor of the cab and me sitting. I could feel him. At some point, he’d taken himself out of his pants and his cock was now pressed against my bare sex leaking precum. The touch of him against me seemed to rev my body into action and I reached my hand down and locked it around him, jerking him softly. He groaned against my neck and bucked up into my hand.

‘Fuck baby,’ he panted, ‘need to be inside you.’ ‘Need you too,’ I cooed. ‘On all fours honey,’ he said moving out of my way. I nodded and clambered off the seat until I was kneeling. I leaned forward against the seats that were facing us, bracing myself against them as I felt him come up behind me. His arm wrapped around my torso, keeping me in place, as his other held his cock, teasing my slit with his head before he plunged into me with a groan.

‘Oh God Y/N,’ he grunted. I could’ve tried to rev myself up again. To match him so we could come together but I didn’t. I like how much he was enjoying himself. ‘Do I feel good baby?’ I cooed. ‘Like you were made for me,’ he said. ‘All for you Elvis,’ I moaned. ‘All mine?’ he said. ‘Always,’ I replied. His rhythm was faltering a little his breath coming in heavy pants as his hands moved to my hips gripping them tight enough to leave bruises. ‘Fuck I’m gonna cum,’ he said. ‘Cum in me baby,’ I said. And that was enough to send him spiralling over the edge with a loud groan. He hovered over me for a minute, his hands on either side of my body on the bench before he pulled back and out of me. As he tucked himself back into his pants I reached for my underwear and slipped them on trying to ignore the dampness between my legs. I was sitting on the floor of the cab, leaning against the seats, when he came to sit next to me. I turned so my back was resting against him and he slung his arm around me, his thumb tracing circles against my thigh.

‘That was hot,’ he said after a beat. ‘I know. We should fight more often,’ I giggled. ‘We are awfully good at making up,’ he chuckled. I turned my head to glance at him. ‘Maybe this wasn’t making up,’ I said. He looked at me confused, ‘maybe you can count this as a late birthday present.’ ‘Best damn present I ever got,’ he chuckled.

#my writing #elvis presley #elvis #Elvis Presley Fic #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley smut #elvis x reader #austin elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #reader fic #late birthday present #elvis fic #elvis presley x priscilla presley

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so yal may be surprised af to know I’ve never watched Elvis the movie or even any clips even though I’ve been a Austin fan since his earlier days and a bigggh Baz fan since Romeo + Juliet (still so obsessed and Moulin Rouge ahhh so good) I honestly wasn’t sure how’d they portray Elvis and his relationship with black artist of the time and culture and I didn’t want to have to go there bc I adore them both. Plus I surprisingly don’t remember that much press for it but I know that’s more of who I was following. It’s only been the past couple months I’ve been catching up on that press tour and I’m so obsessed I love love lovvvvveeee Baz and Austin tg and I pray they work tg again.

but then eventually I obviously heard such good things about it and kept telling myself to watch it and idk just never did.

sooooooooo here I go yall and I have a feeling I’m about to be even more obsessed 😅🥲😭

also I asked my mom if she wanted to watch and she said “girl I been watched it! Me and grandma watched it together and it was so good, it was like watching an Elvis concert. Put it on I’ll watch it again”

like ok wow girl you just been watched it without me 🙄 also I’m sure she doesn’t realize Austin is the same actor from our show The Shannara Chronicles. Gosh I loved that series when it aired.

so I’ll be back and down bad and even worse for Austin and stil pledging my love for Baz all these years later.

UPDATE BELOW

wow yall just wow

wow wow wowwwwww I’m obsessed

it was so emotional and so visually stunning. I personally loved the respect and appreciation they showed for black culture. I know people are 50/50 on it but I feel like was never told this way, that Elvis did in fact care and appreciate this community he grew up in and felt accepted by. When he needed to get back to himself THAT is where he could go either physically or in song.

wow Austin was wow. He was extraordinary. I love love Brendan but idk Austin just brought a life and emotion to Elvis NO ONE has been able to over all these years. From his happiness to his grief. He was able to bring back a love and appreciation for Elvis. Def Oscar worthy.

and Baz. A real fucking genius. No one could have made this movie but him, not in true Elvis fashion. I think Elvis would have loved the way he shot this. The way Baz told his story. but it is a film sadly I will probably never watch again it was just tooo emotional for me. I’m sucker for people losing their parents young or being taking advantage of and he was!!! And he died sooooooo young I swear my whole life I thought this man passed in his 60s and he was HARDLY 40!! Omg my heart just breaks for him and those who truly loved and cared for him.

I really don’t have a favorite part but i love all the early shots of Elvis and Austin in the pink!! Ah! And the pink lace omg it’s just such a look. Austin pulls off the pink so well. Him running around on Beale Street. The opening scene with Elvis and how we hardly see his face as we’re tryna catching up with him and we mostly just see the people around him. I love how the guy yells out at him fairy or something and you can just see the gf intrigued and then Elvis just goes off and then she’s the first one to scream and then he yells for her to sit down when she jumps up! lmfao I was cracking up. Loved that part.

one of the other parts I loved is how Baz shoots Toms character the colonel when he’s trying to get a first look at young Elvis out back. He truly shot him like the predator he was. That was just ugh I loved that part, young Elvis is w his mama and those who care abt him and he’s nervous and just tryna get a grip and here he is watching and just taking in what he can to use for his own good. Ugh fucking piece of shit.

and the closet scene crying over him mama 😭 that must have been emotional for Austin.

and when they threatened him not to shake a pinky and he does before letting loose and all hell breaks loose.

I can see why Austin ended up in the hospital right after filming it must have taken such a toll on his body I can’t imagine what Elvis was actually feeling and sadly I understand why he passed so young.

I mean 10/10!! stunning

loooooveeeed this scene!! And how they shot the focus.

#austin #austin butler #ughrant #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #elvis #elvis the movie

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I've been very into Alvvays lately and wanted to share this gem aka THEE Lorelai Gilmore teen anthem!

Can't explain my ankle sprain I didn't really feel it New dress could turn your head But how long til we reel it in? Paradise and I find myself paralyzed Knowing all too well

The song describes a young woman making impulsive decisions with a man they've gotten carried away with. It paints a picture of a very Lorelai and Christopher kind of relationship where the girl enjoys the freedom, impulse, attention and sense of a private, escapist world with this person before reality comes crashing down around them. It's a relationship with a set timer, ticking along until its inevitable conclusion.

I love the line about not even feeling your ankle sprain - running around having fun, being silly, and causing little consequences for yourself, but they're ignorable or very low-stakes. At least at first. It feels so apt for teen Lorelai, who was rebelling from her controlling upbringing and beginning to mess around with alcohol and sex. Youthful cries for attention and unconditional love.

Blue Rev behind the rink, I didn't really need it Circumspect when you call collect To see if I would keep it Paradise and I find myself paralyzed Knowing all too well, terrified But I'll find my way

"Blue Rev" is a low brow vodka-based cola drink - think Zima. Reckless teens underage drinking behind a skating rink, confronting the reality of a pregnancy and the girl's decision to take control of the situation. The boy's reaction described as "circumspect" or wary, unwilling to take the risk while the girl takes it as an opportunity to find her own way, even though she's scared - sooo Christopher and Lorelai. He enjoys fucking around but ultimately prefers the gilded cage to the unknown on the other side.

Moving to the country Gonna have that baby Wait tables in town I know word gets around Moving to the country Gonna have this baby See how it goes See how it grows And I find myself paralyzed Knowing all too well, terrified But I'll find my way

One of my favorite themes in Gilmore Girls is how Lorelai took this classic ball-and-chain, life-ending symbol of an accidental teen pregnancy and saw it as a chance to strike out on her own, burn her life to the ground, and completely rebuild from scratch. Fans sometimes wonder why no one on this show ever seemed to seriously consider abortion (stubbornly ignoring that this was early 2000s WB and simply not an option unless it was for a total villain), especially for Lorelai who seemed so liberal, but she loved having this excuse to finally cut her own cord. It was an opportunity for her rather than a metaphorical death sentence.

"Moving to the country" with a blue-collar service job where you work with your hands... word getting around a gossipy small town... come on! Too good.

I'll egress to Inverness with nothing in my pocket Belinda says that heaven is a place on earth Well so is hell And we'll all get help, paradise And we'll start another life

The cherry on top is of course the titular reference to Belinda Carlisle - lead singer of the Go-Go's, one of Lorelai's idols, and the person who signed that vinyl Rory got for her graduation gift and left on the bus in S2. She of course has a famous a solo song called "Heaven Is A Place On Earth".

Also a cute reference to Jess's personal Stars Hollow anthem "This Is Hell" by Elvis Costello. You know how much I love a Lorelai/Jess parallel. ;) What was escapist heaven to her was banished hell to him.

It doesn't hurt that Alvvay's dreamy, sentimental indie-pop sound feels right at home on any GG-inspired playlist. I like to think they'd make the cut on a Lane Kim mix CD.

#gilmore girls #gg musicposting #lorelai gilmore #alvvays #my gg brainworms #Spotify

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 20

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

|| Word Count: 6,104

Author's Note: I'm sorry. This chapter broke me.

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 20

I walked in from the pool with Grace to see the guys standing around in the kitchen but Elvis was missing. I frowned when I didn’t spot him. Joe caught my eye, he discreetly pointed up stairs knowing I was looking for Elvis.

“Thank you.” I mouthed and headed for Elvis’ room, making sure no one was looking at me as I quickly ran up the stairs taking two steps at a time. I knocked on the door and walked in.

Elvis was siting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

“Hey.” I said and smiled gently.

“Hey.” He audible breathed, looking up and gave me a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

I frowned “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He sighed and patted his lap “Come here. I want a hug.”

I smiled, shutting the door behind me before bouncing over to him. I sat on his lap and hugged him, he shoved his face into the crook of my neck.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked him once again as I ran my fingers through his soft raven hair.

He pulled away from my neck “Now that you’re here. Yes.” He replied and kissed my lips gently.

“Is something bothering you?” I asked him once he pulled away, pushing his hair away from his forehead.

Elvis shook his head no “I’m just tried. Long meetings.”

He kissed my cheek softly, lingering as he did.

“Are you sniffing me?” I chuckled.

“Yes.” He mumbled against my cheek “You always smell so good.”

“So do you. It drives me insane.” I grinned.

He pulled away and grinned, his smile finally reaching his eyes “I love learning new things but now I know you’re obsessed with me.” He teased.

“Like you’re not obsessed with me?” I teased back, raising a brow.

His smile faltered, sadness creeping back into his eyes as they roamed all over my face. He reached forward and cupped my cheek before slowly leaning in and capturing my lips in a tender kiss. I melted in his arms, his kiss was so tender and heartfelt yet I felt my heart ache with worry.

Why did he look sad? What was wrong?

I know he said he’s just tired but I wondered if something else was going on inside his head.

“Honey.” I broke the kiss with a frown on my face “What’s going on?” My eyes zeroed into his sad blue ones.

“Just-“ He sighed “Feeling deflated.”

“With what?” I asked running my hands up and down his arms.

“Life. My career. Everything.”

He had mentioned he feels tired from singing the same songs over and over again. He wishes to do something more. I didn't know how to make him feel better. What should I say? Or maybe he’s just venting and doesn't want any input so I chose to remain quiet.

He sighed and hugged me into him “Just hold me.”

And I did.

The next few days I didn’t get to see Elvis much, it’s like we kept missing each other or we were constantly being surrounded by people. Also, Elvis was recording a new album so we didn’t even get to see one another even late at night because recording always ran late. Elvis the perfectionist, especially when it came to his music. However, I loved that about him. I loved his passion of making music and producing only the best for his fans and listeners.

It was only a few days yet I missed him immensely. I got used to having him for myself, going on little dates, cuddling until the early hours of the morning. This really cemented my decision on staying here and keeping my job as his assistant, I could never handle being miles and miles away from this man.

I was still thinking back to that night, I didn’t fully believe that he was just upset about his career. What did he mean by life and everything? I was very reluctant to ask him about it incase he gets closed off which he sometimes does when he doesn't want to speak about a certain subject.

It was another night of me going to bed on my own. I would wake up before him but let him sleep in because of the late night sessions. I fell asleep with a small ache in my heart, wishing Elvis was here cuddling me.

A few hours later, I heard Elvis’ voice come through the cloud of drowsiness. It took me a second to actually realize he was calling me.

“Baby?” He whispered in my ear.

“Hmm?” I hummed but kept my eyes closed, my eye lids feeling to heavy.

“I’m sorry.” He said and kissed my cheek “But can you please turn around and cuddle me?”

I yawned and rolled over to face him. I opened one eye and saw him smiling softly at me “Thank you.” He said.

I smiled back and closed my eyes as he laid his head on my chest. I happily wrapped my arms around him.

“I missed you.” He whispered, tightening his arms around my waist.

“Me too. So much.” I replied, sleepily. Sleep easily taking over.

I woke up with the feeling of someone caressing my cheek softly. I smiled before opening my eyes at the feeling of Elvis’ hand on my cheek.

“Good morning.” He whispered and kissed my lips.

“Good morning.” I replied and opened my eyes to see him propped up on his elbow, looking down at me with admiration “You’re up before me.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” He replied.

“How come?”

He shook his head and shrugged.

“I hate that I haven’t been seeing you the past few days.” I pouted slightly.

“I know.” He sighed and leaned down to kiss me again. His eyes roamed my face, it was as if he was taking me in for the first time. I felt my skin tingle at his lingering gaze. I did the same, letting my eyes fully take him in, I raised my hand and cupped his cheek.

His thumb pulled on my lower lip, his eyes zeroing in on my lips, I could hear his breathing increase.

“How do you still make my heart beat so fast.” He whispered.

I gulped, emotions gushing out of me. I blinked back tears, feeling overwhelmed.

Did he feel the same way I felt when I looked at him? Does he feel the same peace, safety and love I did whenever he’s around?

He kissed me once again tenderly, it felt very different than our usual passionate kisses. I could recall the exact times he’s kissed me so tenderly and gently. The first time was after our fight in Hawaii on the beach, the second was a few nights ago after I made the decision to stay instead of going to New York and the third time is right now.

He sighed against my lips, his thumb continued to caress my cheek softly.

Elvis broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into my neck and hugged me tight.

“What do you have planned for today?” I asked him, running my nails up and down his bare back. He loved back and head scratches.

“Multiple meeting with daddy and the colonel. Dad wants to discuss finances… ugh.” Elvis mumbled against my neck.

I pouted, halting the back scratches “So I won’t see you today?” I asked, sadly.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and planted a kiss on my neck.

“It’s okay. I just miss you.” I replied, not wanting him to feel guilty for doing his job.

We kept cuddling for a while until Elvis said he had to go meet with his father and the Colonel.

It officially has been a week of rarely seeing Elvis. I guess I’m one of those clingy girlfriends now. But we don’t even talk right now, we see each other for a few minutes during the day. He’s been very busy understandably but I do feel like he’s being distant and I’m not sure if it’s just me overthinking or he’s genuinely very busy. I just really miss him. The past four months have been the best, we spent every second together even when he was working we still found time to spend it with one another.

I helped Joe and his wife set up for their kid’s birthday party that was held in Graceland. We’d been running around, putting up decorations and candy and arranging play areas. The best part of the party was the huge inflatable slide Elvis requested for the kids as a birthday present along with paying for the whole party. Everyone wanted to get on the slide especially the adults. It was appealing to all the masses.

The kids ran over to me once they spotted me standing by the popcorn machine.

“Jess! Play with us!” Ethan, one of the boys yelled.

“You guys go ahead! You have lots of entertainment this time.” I told them, popping popcorn in my mouth. I recalled when we played hide and seek, I was doing that to get them outside so that Elvis can record.

“Play with us!” They yelled.

“Please play with us, Jess.” Sofia pouted.

I sighed and placed my small popcorn on the table “Let’s play musical chairs!”

The kids cheered and ran towards the play area we had set up with chairs. I pulled the chairs to the middle with the help of the kids and stood with them.

Grace took control of the music.

We started playing, the number of chairs getting smaller and smaller as we did. I was having so much fun with the children that it took my mind off of not seeing Elvis all day. Even right now, he was late to the party. It was down to Ethan and me with one chair left.

“Ethan!” I yelled, laughing once he shoved me to sit on the chair.

“Loser!” I heard Elvis yell. I gasped and turned to see him standing next to Grace with a huge grin on his face.

“Asshole.” I mouthed to him and laughed when he gasped and placed a hand over his chest in mock hurt.

“Loser! Loser!” Ethan mocked.

“Hey, you pushed me!” I poked his cheek. Ethan squirmed away, laughing as he ran towards the slide.

“Hey you.” I smiled, walking over to Elvis.

“Hey.” He smiled “I wish I could kiss you right now.” He whispered.

“That can be arranged.” I winked.

Elvis grinned and pointed to the inflatable slide “I really wanna get on that thing.”

“Me too. Let’s go throw some kids down the slide.” I smirked “First to go is Ethan.” I joked.

“Still bitter about losing musical chairs to a kid?” Elvis teased.

“Very bitter. He cheated.” I narrowed my eyes.

“Race you! Last one there has to give the other person a foot massage!” Elvis yelled, sprinting towards the slide.

“Cheater!” I yelled, running after him.

We held hands as we looked down the slide. I turned my head and looked at him, he had a huge smile on his face. Maybe I was overthinking it.

Elvis squeezed my hand “You ready? We’re gonna jump.”

“I’m not jumping!” I frowned, that was way too scary.

“Come on.” Elvis laughed “I’ll hold your hand the entire time, baby.”

“The things you make me do.” I huffed “Okay.”

Elvis laughed and started the countdown to three. On the count of three Elvis and I had a small head start and launched ourselves down the slide. I gripped his hand tightly, shrieking as we slide down the slide with Elvis’ childlike laughter in the air.

“Holy crap. That was fun.” I giggled.

“I told you.” Elvis grinned and kissed my cheek.

The night was winding down, most opted to leave as their kids were knocked out after their sugar crash and running around all day in the sun. The guys gathered around the fire pit, drinking beer and talking. I kind of stood a bit further away, looking at the stars, thinking about nothing but also my mind drifted back to the interview that I haven’t called to tell them my decision yet. I had exactly 1 week till the interview. I was feeling guilty for not calling them to cancel but something in the pit of my stomach told me not to.

“Hey.” Grace smiled walking up to me “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing.” I smiled and looked towards the guys. My eyes finding Elvis who sat playing with the Pepsi in his hand.

“Why does Elvis look sad?” Grace asked me.

“You notice that too?” I asked her. So, I wasn’t the only one who noticed it “He was fine earlier, he was laughing and horsing around with the others but I don’t know. He says he’s tired.”

“Is something going on with you two?” she asked.

“No.” I shook my head, as far as I know we’re doing great but his busy schedule kept us apart this week “But he has been very quiet lately. Distant maybe. And all he wants is for me to hold him or cuddle him. I honestly don’t know what’s up with him and every time I ask he just says he’s tired or frustrated from work.”

“Huh.” Grace said, her eyes on Elvis “Did you tell him about your interview?”

“No.” I frowned, shaking my head “I want to stay here. I wanna be with him, Grace.”

“Okay, good. Because I want you to stay here, I can’t imagine not having you around.” Grace grinned and hugged me. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her into me.

I spotted Elvis getting up and retreating to the house. After bidding a goodnight to Grace, I headed towards the house.

“Hey handsome.” I smiled, walking into Elvis’ bedroom. I finally had him for the night after a week of only seeing him for fleeting moments. We had the full night together and it was still pretty early.

“Hi sweetheart.” He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. I soaked him in, my eyes roaming over his face. He seemed sad again, his soft smile not really reaching his eyes.

“Are you okay? You seem sad.” I whispered, trailing my hand up his neck and into his hair “Did something happen? You were fine today.”

“Just tired. The party made me relax a bit.” Elvis sighed and pulled me into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Are you sure?” I asked, rubbing his back comfortingly. He wasn’t being fully honest with me, something was clearly bothering him.

“Yeah.” He said and pulled back from my neck to kiss my lips “I missed you so much.” He sighed against my lips.

I kissed his lips, playing with the hair at his nape. He kissed me softly, gripping my waist tightly. Elvis moved towards the bed and laid me down gently on the mattress, keeping our lips connected. I sighed, happily into his mouth. Elvis pulled away and removed his shirt, throwing it to the side.

He looked down at me with a little smile “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

I smiled and sat up, reaching to run my hands down his chest. He gripped my hand and pulled it up to his lips, planting a kiss on the top of my hand. Elvis then reached down and pulled my dress up and off of my body, leaving me in a bra and panties.

Elvis licked his lips and reached over to unclasp my bra. His mouth immediately attached to my nipple. I moaned, arching my back as he sucked and nibbled on my nipple.

“Such perfect tits.” He mumbled.

I chuckled and shoved my hands into his hair.

Elvis continued kissing down my stomach and suddenly, he ripped my lace panties off. I gasped, looking at him with wide, turned on eyes. He looked up at me and smirked. He gripped my legs and kissed inside my thigh. I could feel his breath on my pussy. I moaned and edged slightly forward. Elvis placed his palm on my stomach to stop me from moving.

“Hold on, baby.” He chuckled and planted a kiss on my pussy before licking up my wet folds. I moaned, throwing my head back against the mattress.

“A week was too long.” I said.

“Way too long. You are so fucking wet.” He said and sucked on my clit.

I grunted and gripped his hair tightly “Please.”

I pulled his head back, he looked at me with a confused look on his face “I want to see your face.” I huffed, out of breath.

“Honey, we’ve got all night. Relax. I’m taking my time with you tonight.” Elvis smirked and went back to eating me out.

Elvis continued licking and sucking as the orgasm hit me. I moaned, gripping his hair and tightening my thighs around his head. He climbed back up my body, his face glistening with my wetness. He kissed my lips and I could taste Pepsi and me on his mouth, turning me on even more.

I pulled on his jeans and popped his button off before pulling his zipper down. I wasted no time seizing his cock in my hand. He grunted against my lips as I stroked him up and down. He pulled away and in one fell swoop he pulled his boxers and jeans off. He hovered over me once again, guiding his cock to my entrance and stroked my clit with his tip. His fingers dug into my hip as he eased himself into me, both of us moaning as he did. I gripped his shoulders tightly as he buried himself deep inside me.

He took a breather, looking down at me.

“Why are you stopping?” I asked, panting.

“I need to fully take you in. Every second. Every pump. I want you to feel all of me.” He whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Elvis licked his lips, his eyes roaming all over my face and body “I want to have a mental image of you like this in my head.”

“I need you.” I whimpered when he kept staring at me. I moved back and forth to get him to move.

“Okay, needy.” He chuckled softly, again his chuckle did not reach his eyes. He pulled back before thrusting back inside of me, deep in my core. Every time, he would pull completely out and slam back into me, both of us moaning.

I clenched my eyes shut, moaning loudly.

This time felt different, like he wanted to memorized me inside and out. He kissed and licked every inch of my body like a starved dog, starved for me. And he was taking his sweet time, thrusting fully into me and pulling completely out. It felt desperate and needy but passionate and loving.

My hands slid from his shoulders to his arms, my eyes still screwed shut. I felt something wet drip on my cheeks and forehead. I frowned and opened my eyes to see Elvis with tears dripping down his face.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” I cupped his cheeks. Elvis stopped moving and let out a sob “Elvis. What?” My heart raced as I took in his face.

Elvis sobbed and fell into my arms, clutching me tightly.

“Honey, please tell me what’s wrong?” I asked frantically, holding him in my arms as he sobbed into my neck.

“Please don’t leave me.” He whimpered against my neck.

“What?”

He continued to sob, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I kept holding him, not really knowing what to do or what to say. I knew he wasn’t okay, I knew he was sad about something but I have no idea what about. And he wouldn’t tell me. I could feel his tears on my neck and shoulder. It was breaking my heart, I’ve never seen him cry like this not even when I came back from the hospital.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Elvis. I’m right here.” I told him. He pulled out of me but remained in my arms.

Slowly, his sobs hushed down. I kept rubbing his back to comfort him which was the least I could do. Just to be there for him through whatever he was going through. But why would he say “Please don’t leave me.”. I wasn’t going to leave him, I would never leave him. I love him. I don’t know how long we stayed laying there but I kept my arms wrapped around him and once his breathing changed and his arms loosened, I finally felt slightly at ease now that he wasn’t crying. However, I couldn’t shut my brain off. For a whole week he’d seemed upset but I barely had any time with him so that I could fully understand what was wrong.

I planted a kiss on his head, my own eyes filing with unshed tears. I always cried whenever someone cries, if the reason is actually upsetting but seeing Elvis like this just shattered me. Just seeing someone you love so much, suffering in silence. Why wouldn’t he talk to me about it?

It took me a while until I finally fell asleep, I had no idea when sleep took over but by the time I woke up the bed was empty. I frowned and frantically got out of bed, looking for Elvis.

I tip toed down the stairs in yesterday’s clothes, being careful not to bump into anyone. I headed towards my bedroom and changed into new clothes.The house was too quiet, no one was here. I spotted Martha in the kitchen.

“Good morning.” I smiled at her.

“Good morning, Jess.” She smiled back as she plated some scrambled eggs “I made you some eggs.”

“Oh, thank you.” I wasn’t really up to eating anything, my stomach felt uneasy “Is Elvis here?”

“You just missed him, honey,”

Shit. I had to wait to see him. It seemed like I was barely needed recently. As an assistant I was always with the guys wherever they go but nowadays I didn’t even know what they were doing. I know he’s busy with contracts and meeting up with RCA for the new album but I wasn’t aware of Elvis’ full schedule like usual.

I couldn't sit here all day waiting for him, I was confused and I needed to get my mind off of Elvis. I ate some of the scrambled eggs just for Martha’s troubles of making me some eggs and left to go meet up with Janice at the diner since I cancelled our previous plans because of Matt.

“Hey.” I smiled, plopping down on the stool.

“Hey girly.” Janice smiled behind the counter, pouring coffee into the mug and pushed it towards me “You look like you need this.”

“Even with makeup?” I groaned, I had put on some concealer when I inspected the bags under my eyes.

“Yes.” Janice chuckled “What happened?”

“Nothing. I wanna take my mind off of things.”

“Is it Elvis?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yeah.” I sighed and took a sip of the hot black coffee “He’s being weird and distant. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Have you asked him about it?”

“Of course! But I don’t know maybe it’s not about me. Maybe there’s something else going on but he’s not telling me.”

“I mean he is crazy about you, that’s obvious. So, maybe there is something else going on.” Janice replied.

I sighed, looking down at my mug. Elvis and I needed to talk about it, this can’t go on like this. Not communicating or not telling one another what’s bothering us.

After spending some time with Janice at the fairly empty diner, I decided to head home once more people started coming into the diner and it got crowded which meant Janice had to get back to work. I couldn’t sit still the entire day, I walked around the stables and passed by the horses. I chose to spend more time with Rising sun even though he threw me off his back but there were no hard feelings. I still wanted to learn how to ride a horse, that didn't change. However, I have no clue how I would feel once I actually was on the horse, would I be too scared? Only time will tell and Elvis would be there to guide me through it. I confidently stated that in my head but right now that confidence was wavering. The pit in my stomach that formed last night only worsened as the day went on and my mind raced with different scenarios.

I sat down in the little spot Elvis and I always loved siting at under a tree where we would have our usual picnics and just let the sun shine down on me as I waited for Elvis to get back. I had no idea when they were getting back but I hoped it wasn’t late at night.

Lost in thought, I didn’t hear the mafia’s cars rolling in until I heard loud talking and laughter. I turned my head spotting a somber looking Elvis get out of the car and quickly walked into the house. He then turned around and dismissed them before continuing to walk into the house, they all looked at each other in confusion but piled back into the cars and pulled out.

I quickly headed towards the house once all the cars pulled away. I rushed up the stairs and knocked softly on Elvis’ door.

“Yes?” He called out.

I took a deep breathe and walked in “Hey.” I gave him a small smile but he didn’t turn around. He was standing by his bed, his back facing the door.

He ran a hand through his hair “Hey.”

“Can we talk… about what happened last night?” I asked, shutting the door gently behind me.

“Yes. We need to talk.” He sighed and turned to face me.

“Okay, let’s talk. What’s going on Elvis?”

“I don’t think whatever this is is working.” Elvis said, not really looking me in the eyes.

I took a step back, my eyes widening as I took in what he just said. It really took me by surprise.

“What?” I whispered. This is not happening.

“Jess, I don’t think this is working. Even you as my assistant. We’ve should’ve never mixed business with pleasure.” He shrugged.

I couldn't breathe. The man that I had gotten to love so much was right in front of me telling me that he no longer wanted me.

“Elvis.” I whispered, my eyes already filling with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry Jess.” He sighed “You need to go.”

“This is coming out of nowhere.” I said “What happened? What changed?” I asked him.

“Nothing. I’m bored.” He replied.

I could literally hear my heart cracking down the middle.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t believe what?” Elvis scoffed.

“I don’t believe that this was nothing to you. There’s no way. After everything we’ve gone through the past 2 years. I do not believe what you’re saying at all, Elvis.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to let my tears roll down my face.

He can not get me to believe what we had was nothing. All those late night, all those conversations, all those little dates. I don’t believe him for a second. He was scared. He was scared of what he was feeling and he’s trying to run away.

“Don’t do that.” I growled “You’re scared because you know you’re falling for me.”

“God you’re so pathetic, Jess.” He spat out, chuckling with no humor behind his laugh “Are you that desperate for love?”

I let out an audible breath. He’s calling me pathetic?

“You were convenient.” He growled, walking closer to me “It was nothing but sex. It was easy, you live under my roof. It was the best case scenario.”

I scoffed and shook my head, he was throwing my words back at me. I asked him this exact question when we were in Hawaii “Was I just convenient?” and he got offended when I had.

“What changed then?” I asked quietly.

“I’m bored. I need something new.” He replied.

“You were literally crying in my arms last night, begging me not to leave you.”

“That wasn’t about you!” He growled “Very big headed of you to think that everything is about you.”

“Stop lying to me!” I yelled.

“God you turned out to be like every other girl I had slept with. We never agreed that this was something more. Why are you looking for something more from someone who doesn't want you?” He growled, stepping even closer to my face. His face was red but I don’t know if it was from anger or something else. We were a few inches away from one another.

However, he was right we never specified what this was. We never put a label on it and we never told one another how we felt but actions speak louder than words. He didn’t have to utter the words for me to feel so loved and looked after. I always made sure to show him how I felt rather than saying the words. In my mind I knew this would happen based on his track record but I guessed I would be different, I listened to my heart rather than my brain.

“I need you out by tomorrow morning, Jess.” He sighed and stepped back.

I gulped, not being able to speak anymore. I wanted to scream and yell. I did not believe a word he was saying, it was like my mind was refusing to acknowledge his words. I saw how panicked he was when we fought in Hawaii, when he thought he was going to lose me.

Was that just an act? Was all of it just an act?

It was now making sense to me why I was so reluctant and scared to tell him I loved him and how I chose not to cancel my interview that is exactly a week from now. Thank god my instincts took over that decision.

“I’ll pay for whatever you need. If you need a place to stay, I can pay for it.” He said.

“I don’t want your money. Fuck you, Elvis.” I hissed, tears finally rolling down my face. I rushed out of his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

As I descended down the stairs I heard something crash and the sound of glass breaking coming from Elvis’ room but I kept going.

The moment I launched myself on my bed, I sobbed hysterically. I didn’t know what to think or do. I cried for hours. Grieving the loss of Elvis, the man I thought I loved. Who I do love, who I thought was the one. I was about to give up my whole life to be with him. It hurt knowing it was nothing to him, that I was nothing to him. He not only ended things with me but he also fired me and kicked me out.

Losing Elvis also meant I also lost this found family that I had over the past two years, the guys, Grace, Martha. I should’ve never started this with Elvis. Never. I knew it would come to bite me but it was worse. He made me fall in love with him only to shatter my heart in pieces. I’ve never experienced this type of pain, not with any of my ex boyfriends.

With great loves come great pain. I heard that somewhere but now those words make sense to me.

After crying for hours I got up and started packing my bags. Tears streaming down my face as I did, no longer sobbing hysterically but still had tears in my eyes. I wiped my face and went to the storage room that had used empty boxes and just started packing the clothes I’ve accumulated for the past 2 years. I had to start over. I needed to book a flight to New York, look for a place to stay and buy new furniture that I got rid off once I got this job and found out I had to stay in Graceland.

I booked the earliest flight to New York with two big bags and two medium size boxes. I left the cowboy hats and boots that Elvis got me behind. I took the pictures I had up on my mirror of Elvis and I on Rising sun that Grace took and shoved them into the drawer. I took one last look at those pictures and cried once again before slamming the drawer shut.

The sun was already out and shining, I had three hours to my flight. I pulled my suitcase up the stairs to see Jerry and Vernon.

“Hi sweetheart.” Vernon smiled gently and pulled me into his embrace “I’m sad to see you go but Elvis said you don’t want to be here anymore.”

I gulped, choosing not to say anything.

“Thank you for everything Vernon.” I whispered.

“Please keep in touch.” Vernon squeezed my shoulder.

“Of course.” I smiled.

“Let me help you with your bags.” Jerry said and dashed down the stairs to bring the rest of my stuff.

“Does Grace know?” I whispered, standing by Jerry by the trunk as he loaded my bags into his car.

“No. Elvis called me early morning to help you with your things. She was still asleep.” Jerry replied, slamming the trunk of his car shut.

I took a deep breath and looked around the place I called home for the past couple of years. My eyes trailed up the house and to Elvis’ bedroom window to see a pair of ocean blue eyes looking back at me. We stared at each other for a second before I turned around and got into the passenger side of the car next to Jerry.

“If you don’t have a place to stay, you can stay at our place. We would love to have you.” Jerry said.

“No, that’s okay. I’m heading for the airport.” I replied.

“What?” Jerry looked at me with wide eyes “You’re not staying in Memphis?”

“No.” I shook my head “Say bye to the guys, I’m really sorry that I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to them. Also Grace, I love her. She’s like a sister to me. I’ll make sure to call her once I get to New York.” I replied.

“Jess.” Jerry sighed and shook his head “What the heck did Elvis do? Why are you leaving?”

“He fired me, Jerry.”

“There’s no way. I’ve seen how Elvis looks at you, I know that you guys have been together for a few months and that’s the happiest I’ve ever seen this man. I never thought he’d recover when he lost his mom but then you came along.”

I bit down on my lip, tears in my eyes “I don’t know Jerry and honestly I don’t care. I just wanna get out of here please.” I sighed and turned to look out of the window.

I cried silently the whole way to the airport. I hugged Jerry goodbye after he helped me check in my bag.

“I’m really gonna miss you Jess. Please don’t lose contact with us.” Jerry said over my shoulder.

“I would never. You and Grace are like siblings to me, honestly.” I replied.

Jerry pulled back and placed his hands on my shoulders “I love you.”

My mouth instantly went into a pout, tears filling my eyes “I love you too, Jerry.”

“Are you sure about this?” He frowned looking at the security check line.

“My bags are already on their way to the plane.” I choked, wiping my tears. I really needed to stop crying now. I hated crying in public.

“We can still head back to my house.” He told me.

“I’m okay, Jerry. This has been my dream for a long time. I’m fulfilling my dreams.” I said, having no confidence in my words. Things change.

Once I got on the plane I thought of everything. This decision was spontaneous but I do have enough money saved up, enough to stay in a hotel room till I could find an apartment. I had a good feeling about the job, I knew I was more than qualified. I could always move back in with my parents if I don’t get the job but I didn’t think about that.

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Often we look at things not really seeing them, just vaguely appreciating anything we like about them. Sometimes those things are so familiar to our sights that we don't really pay attention to what our hearts feel, and that's normal.

But there's moments we are able to feel the meaning, the real meaning of those things, and we understand why we love them so much.

Sometimes I look at Elvis attentively and that's when a smile rises on my lips from literally nowhere… so easily, so comfortably, so pure and genuine. If I take another moment admiring him I literally feel my eyes watering, no thoughts going through my mind, really… I just allow my body to show whatever my heart feels at his image — that is if I have any control on this because I swear I can't hold back the reactions El gets out of me, it's like my body and mind aren't mine anymore since I learned about him, since I got to know what we, fans, are granted to know about him. This is a magical feeling, that goes against any reason, despite some outsiders might have a bunch of unflattering names for it.

All I know is that Elvis makes me happy. It's insane how he makes me feel… Me! The girl who once thought, "What the fuck Elvis did that was such a big deal?"... I laugh myself at the memory often, sure, but today I can say without an ounce of doubt in my heart: If you don't love Elvis Presley you certainly don't know him yet.

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Elvis (2022) X YOASOBI's "IDOL"

"INVINCIBLE SMILE IN THE MEDIA!" "What is his secret, his mystery, we wish to know!" "Even so, he keeps in under his check!" "Complete and so PERFECT!" "Speaking and singing delicious LIES!" "DEAR MISTER GENIUS STAR, THE KING!"

Reporters: "What did you eat today? What book do you love? Whenever you go out for fun, tell us where it is!"

Elvis: "I didn't eat anything today. It's a secret, can't tell."

Any question asked, he just respond vaguely.

Reporters: "What is your type of gal? Anyone interesting? Please, tell us!"

There's always somebody who's fallen for his words and cues, made them lose their head over for him.

"He could make everyone fall in love with him!" "He's the perfect, most ultimate STAR!" "NOBODY would ever replace him!" "He's like a rooster, the bringer of light!"

Oh, using that charming smile and wink. That "I love you" again... now, the world is lured and captivated by him. Those alluring eyes, eloquent lips... even when untrue, it's his perfected affection to his fans.

"YEAH, YEAH, he's one of a kind, we know." "We already lost the moment he wiggle his booty and sing his heart out." "We're just an extra for the big honcho." "Can't tell myself everything was because of him-, BULLSHIT, IT'S NOT RIGHT, OUT OF THE LINE, HOW CAN WE NOT BE JEALOUS WHILE BEING AROUND. YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING WITH US. WE CAN'T FORGIVE THE IMPERFECT YOU. I, MYSELF, CAN'T ADMIT ANY OTHER THAT IS NOT PERFECT AS YOU!"

"Lord, everyone's worshipping him!" -Conservative parents, appalled. "Oh, he's an UNRIVALED superstar!" -Fan 1 "There is NO weakness from him!" - Fan 2 "The star is here with us!" - Media

Elvis: (hands on his face after exhausting rehearsals and arguments with Tom Parker) "The gaps, the shortcomings... can't show them.... nobody would want this side of me. No one will remember me when they see this."

"Elvis...please go back to Memphis. You're dying inside. Please rest....for our Lisa." - Priscilla

Elvis: "No. I'll continue to lie. Because, I pray to lord everyday it becomes true. Time flies and I will hold everything that I pursue. I'm a star, but a greediest. So, I'll go back on stage. Lying again, until it became true. Up to this day, I never get to tell you and Lisa those words that means a lot..."

Oh..., finally... now, I can say it.

This is not a lie.

Priscilla... Lisa... I love you both, so much.

#YOASOBI #YOASOBI Idol #Elvis Presley #Elvis movie #random idea

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austinslounge · 1 month

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Sorry for how long this will be

wow I loved your response to the anonymous comment, because I hadn't seen things from that perspective, in fact every time Austin appears with Kaia or yesterday's show it is very disappointing for me, it gives me a stomach ache, then I breathe, read these blogs and calm down because we find details or see things that at first glance are not seen.

You could say that I am a new fan of Austin, he conquered me with the thousands of videos that appeared on tik tok from the Dune press and it was like wow he is a handsome boy and I hadn't realized when I saw Elvis, but he is not just any handsome man (because there are thousands of handsome people in the world), he is nice, pleasant, he knows how to listen, you can see that he is a good person and he has his feet on the ground and that conquered me enough to know more about him and follow accounts related to him and go to twitter to see what his fandom says.

When I started to know more things about him I realized that he was Vanessa's ex and that he was the boyfriend of Cindy Crawford's daughter (I didn't know Kaia at all) and when I saw the first photos of them as a couple it shocked me and caused me automatic rejection, I am 28 years old and I do not idealize couples that look bad together and that show that they have no chemistry, it shocked me that a man like him was with a spoiled rich girl with very different life stories and I'm not going to lie that caused me a lot of disappointment, but I thought it's a man hahaha although Austin is our biggest idol he is a man like any other and I don't want to put everyone in the same bag, but men sometimes get carried away by heat, he was a boyfriend for more than 8 years with a completely normal girl, they broke up and he looked for a very tall skinny model who is only pretty and an accessory that Austin being 30 years old can control in his own way and I don't want it to be understood as if I am attacking him, but even if he did not want to have control over her it is impossible, an older man he will always control your life, he already lived everything that Kaia is beginning to experience and live and being with a man who has everything clear in his life makes Kaia want to adopt personalities or show herself in a way that is not her just to please Austin or to show herself mature and where she pretends to be a person she is not, we have seen her thousands of contradictions.

I remember that in March-April of this year there were rumors of a breakup because they had not been seen together, but what always happens when we see the ship sinking with force happened, they appear together smoking in NY and then after a few weeks the ones that for me are the worst photos that have come out of Kaia and Austin appear, angry and he walking a meter in front of her and I said woow what will their fans say about this, it is very evident that they are wrong, I went to twitter and I found myself with the surprise that nobody said anything and that they uploaded the photos as if they were goals and on the same photos the people magazine made an announcement that they are still together more than ever and in love? I said am I blind? why does nobody say anything about this, why do they find this couple attractive that you can see had been fighting 5 minutes before the photos, and then the L&S article appears and I found the silence of the fans so strange, it's like they ignore everything bad that can happen with them and they only show when they look good together, until my happiness came to find tumblr and see the real opinions about this, know a little about public relations and everything made sense to me, the problem with this is that by wanting Austin to be happy and for him to find a woman that he truly loves, he slaps us in the face every time we see him with her, Austin acts at his own pace and how he wants and it is desperate for someone who wants this to be now.

If this relationship is fake or real we will never know, but what is a fact is that they do not love each other, they cannot hide that, the body, the way they look at each other and how Austin turns off when he is with her says a lot, the likes she gave, how uncomfortable he gets when asked about her, how little interest he shows in her projects and her family matters tells us that they have little time left, like any normal couple, they all separate and it is a normal situation in life, putting on that shirt is the least that Austin could give as a boyfriend, he did it and fulfilled, but he will not do more than that, in fact when the merch came out I said a paparazzi walk was coming with the shirt and it took a while but it arrived 😂.

Now comes the hardest part for many of us, putting up with the minimal effort he's making as a boyfriend. Maybe they won't break up at the end of summer like the article says, and it will be tough for everyone, but it will end at some point anyway, and this advice goes for me too, not to feel disappointed by what I expect from another person's life, since I don't know what he might be going through to make me prefer to stay there. And I'm sorry for the length of this, but I needed to get it off my chest.

Whew! That was a very long read Anon lol 😆

But yea, I agree with some of the things you mentioned.

Anyone who's looking objectively at this relationship can see that something looks off. I think some people just think that just because a couple is still being spotted out together, that things must be going well. But when you look behind the surface, and pick up on little things, you see that smthg isn't right.

I also totally agree with you that Kaia is way over her head in this relationship with Austin, and it shows. 🥴 He's the oldest guy she's ever dated if I'm not mistaken. I think some fans forget that she is only 22. Most women at 22 are still figuring their lives (and themselves) out at that age. Most women are going to change significantly from their early 20s to their 30s, or even mid-20s! Who you wanted at 22 is not always who you want at 30, or beyond. Women change a lot during that pivotal time in life.

Fans have to take these things into consideration. Kaia will more than likely date several people in her lifetime. Austin as well.

I think fans need to take a deep breath and just let this thing play out. It's hard, I know, but to me, they resemble any other Hollywood couple out here who date each other and then break up eventually. There's nothing about them that scream "couple goals" imo.

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whositmcwhatsit · 1 year

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Cherry Pie Delight

It is the hot, long summer of 1956 and Annie's best friend Margie has discovered a new singer that is not only handsome, but can sing, move, AND lives in their home town. They have to go see him and find out what the fuss is about.

Note: Just a little one shot to help me get baby Elvis fangirl vibes out my head.

Words: 5283- Look, it's short!

The first time I saw Elvis Presley was a fiercely hot summer afternoon when I was seventeen years old. My best friend Margie had seen him on Milton Berle’s show and declared herself in love. Not only was he famous, not only could he sing, not only could he move, but he lived in our town. It was meant to be, Margie declared.

“You know, his favourite colours are pink, blue and black,” Margie recited, face deep in the music magazine she had brought with her as we waited at the fence of this regular ranch style house. We were not alone, there were almost a dozen other girls about our age lingering and fizzing with anticipation.

I looked at Margie in askance.

“Well, my favourite colour is pink! We’re so alike.”

“Uh huh.” I bet they both loved breathing air and eating food too.

The sun was beating down on us, I could feel sweat soaking the back of my blouse and my skirt was starting to stick to my thighs. Some of the other girls left, going home to sip cold drinks and lay on linoleum next to electric fans. Margie wouldn’t hear of it, begging for ten more minutes over and over.

Finally, eventually, there was movement out by the carport. The remaining girls, Margie included, started bobbing on their toes, leaning over the fence and not caring that the metalwork poked, prodded and dirtied their blouses.

Eventually a tall boy came wandering out towards the fence. He was wearing a motorcycle cap like Marlon Brando and a strange green shirt with laces. I looked to Margie, eyebrows twisted in a question. Him? Really?

“Hi there, girls, what are y’all up to?” he asked. His voice was higher than I had expected and he sounded real country to my sophisticated town ears. The girls all tittered and blushed.

“Well, they’re all about melting out here waiting for you obviously,” I said in exasperation. He gave them a bashful smile that allowed me a glimpse of what had turned them into giggling fools. The boy had a good smile that made my stomach warm in a way that had nothing to do with the heat.

“Not you though, honey? What’re you doin’ here then?” He leant on the fence in front of me, squinting slightly in the sun. The light glinted off his pinky ring and watch as he rested his forearm on the scrollwork. I became very aware that his hand was almost brushing my arm.

“It’s Margie’s car,” I shrugged. “We go where Margie wants.” He snorted at the irritation in my voice and revealed the curves of his cheekbones as he stuck the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

“Lucky for me,” he murmured. Then he moved off to sign some pictures for the other girls, leaving me to wonder whether he had really said what I thought he said. I watched him talk to each of the girls, flashing them all that blinding smile that lit up his face, and smashing his pouty lips against their round cheeks so hard that it squashed their faces for a moment.

Suddenly he was back, his hand dangling promisingly close to the hairs on my arm that were already standing on end. I stared at the diamond studded horseshoe ring on his pinky finger, breathing through my mouth.

“How about you, honey? You got something for me to put my scribble on?” I frowned, looking down at myself.

“I don’t have any paper,” I answered finally, feeling like a fool.

“Aw, doesn’t have to be paper. Why, just the other day some little gal got me to sign her… her… arm.” The look on his face made it very clear that it had not been her arm.

“Won’t that just wash off?” I asked dubiously.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “but then you’ll have to come back. I got it all figured out, honey.” He winked and a weird, mindless giggle escaped me before I snapped my mouth shut.

There was a long pause. There was no way I was going to let him write on my skin, my mother would have a fit. I had already had to lie to her about where I was going. Showing up uninvited at someone’s house was up there with murder in my mother’s notion of sins.

He was tapping the metalwork on the fence, his long fingers as drumsticks, before he gripped hold and used it to help him balance as he swung back slightly, looking over his shoulder at his house. He reminded me of a little kid, a tall, handsome little kid.

“You know, I think I have some pictures up in the house,” he said slowly, like he was waiting for me to stop him. “Wanna come with me, honey, while I dig ‘em out? My folks are home.”

I almost answered too quickly, but then I remembered Margie, who was standing a few feet behind me, her eyes searing into the back of my sunburned neck.

“Can my friend come?”

“Sure. Huh, so it turns out that Margie goes where… What’s your name, honey?”

“Annie.” He held out his hand, palm up and I awkwardly placed mine on top, wondering what was going on.

“Hi Annie, I’m Elvis.” He lifted my hand and pressed his lips against my fingers. It was the corniest move and I wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldn’t quite get my mind working right feeling those soft, warm lips on my skin.

We trailed Elvis as he walked in an easy long stride up the driveway, passing under a car port that looked a lot like ours at home with a sack of dog kibble by the back door next to some muddy boots. Except for the Harley Davidson motorcycle and Cadillacs.

In the yard, my first impression was of a lot of mud. A huge hole had been dug in the ground and there was digging equipment and a cement mixer scattered about. Elvis tried to look casual as he told us that they were digging a pool, his voice all off-hand, but you could tell he was proud of it. He directed us over to a white table and some chairs on the patio.

“Take a seat, ladies, I’ll be right back.” We watched him disappear through the screen door and into the house.

There still wasn’t much shade at the back of the house, though Margie was luckier as she was in the shadow of the roof overhang. She didn’t look any cooler than me though, her face like stone as she stared.

“What?” I whispered guiltily. She didn’t replied, she didn’t need to.

The next thing I knew, an older lady was coming out through the door with a tray. She was wearing a pale blue dress and had dark hair, and something about the eyes told me that this was Elvis’s mother. Elvis was just behind her, holding the door open.

“Hello,” she smiled. We sat up straight like she might be able to stare straight through our red faces into our shameful minds. “Elvis was telling me about how far you gals came just to visit with us. My goodness, your mothers must be worrying themselves sick about you!”

Standing behind her, Elvis was nodding emphatically with his eyes wide, trying to get us to play along. Frowning at him, my head started to move up and down too.

“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured. “I mean, no, ma’am.”

“Are you sure? You know, I could call them on the telephone and let them know that y’all are here and safe? I really think I should.” Oh dear Lord, no!

“There’s no-one home right now, ma’am,” Margie put in quickly. Fast-thinker that one.

“Baby, the lemonade,” Elvis murmured, leaning over her shoulder. She blinked and offered us each a glass of cloudy lemonade with condensation trickling down the slightly misty glass. I almost spilled it down my front in my haste to get it to my mouth.

“This is delicious, ma’am, thank you,” I gasped after I had drank nearly three quarters of the glass at once. Elvis was still at his mother’s shoulder, smiling approvingly at us.

“You’re probably hungry too. Lord, are you sure there is no one I can call?”

“We’re about ready to head home soon, ma’am,” I promised. “Thank you though.”

“Well, let me get you some cookies at least. If you were my children, why I’d hope that someone would take care of you .”

When she had gone back inside, Elvis grinned, looking very pleased with himself.

“You shouldn’t have lied to your mama,” I said disapprovingly. “We don’t want to put her out.”

“Aw, she likes it,” he returned dismissively. “You want a tour?” I downed the rest of my lemonade as we rose from the table and followed Elvis into the house.

It took a moment for our eyes to adjust, the blinds were all drawn closed, making the interior dark and a little gloomy. Elvis walked fast, making big movements with his arms as he showed off the living room, where I spotted several pictures of a girl with dark hair, the kitchen, the family room, as well as some of the bedrooms. The tour ended in his bedroom.

I thought he was kidding at first, because it didn’t look like his room. It didn’t look like any boy’s room. The wallpaper was pink and flowery- Margie probably loved it- and was complimented by the rosebud bedspreads on the twin beds. All around the walls were large angel ornaments on a blue background. And the room was completely surrounded by teddy bears.

“Don’t you feel like they’re always watching you?” I asked, glancing around nervously. He laughed, a playful hiccup of a laugh.

“Maybe I like ‘em watching,” he replied, raising an eyebrow.

I didn’t know what he meant, but I suspected it was dirty and I flushed, turning to grab Margie’s wrist. I wasn’t about to stand in his bedroom if he was going to be crude with us.

“Hey, I’m only kidding, honey,” he said, pinching hold of my skirt at the hip. “Don’t go. You wanna take one?” He spread his arm wide. “I got plenty, you can both have one.”

I shot him one last warning look and then went to examine a cluster of teddies by the dresser. There was the cutest little black bear with a red ribbon around its neck. Margie chose a large bear with black button eyes and a light brown tummy.

Margie asked if she could use the bathroom and Elvis directed her to one down the hall. As soon as she was gone, he picked up one of the bigger bears and started to make it ‘talk’. He was being such a goof, making the bear say corny stuff about how I was pretty and how he- the bear- wanted to kiss me. Suddenly, he made the bear dive headfirst towards me and I shrieked, putting my hands up to protect my face.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll protect you,” he said, tossing the bear onto the bed and wrapping his arms around my waist.

He held me tight, much tighter than the boys usually did when we danced down by the river at the bandstand in the park on a Saturday afternoon. I stared up into his face, noticing how incredibly long his eyelashes were and how his eyes were dark blue rather than brown like I first thought.

When he finally kissed me it was fast and chaste like being pecked by a little bird. He pulled back, frowning as if to check my reaction, and I smiled to show him that I didn’t mind. This time, he put his palm against my cheek; it felt clammy, but that could have just been my sun warmed cheek. His lips were softer than any other boy’s I had kissed, though that was not saying much.

His brows drew together as he pulled away, sucking in first his bottom and then his top lip.

“Hey, that tastes delicious, what is that?”

“Oh, my lipstick.” I flushed, feeling like a stupid little girl playing dress up. “It’s flavoured. It’s supposed to be-“

“Cherry… right?”

“Uh huh.” He squeezed me tight again, his lips opening as he licked and nibbled and sucked on my mouth. Something was happening to my body, I thought I might be having a heart attack but all over. I shoved him back.

“You’re not meant to eat it!” I gasped.

“Oh, trust me, darlin’, every inch of you is meant to be eaten.” His face was so close that I could only focus on his lips, plump, round and glistening with the remnants of my cherry pie delight.

He was still holding me when Margie returned. Her gaze crystallised with betrayal.

“We should go, it’s getting late,” she said.

I trailed after her as she walked through the dim shadowy hall down towards the family room and the back door. The air felt too full of unspoken words and that made it difficult to talk. Mrs Presley was still in the kitchen and she handed us a paper sack of cookies for us to eat during our ‘long journey’. She made us promise to drive carefully and not get distracted by the radio or chatting.

As we crossed the patio, Elvis stopped us and went back to the table where he had some shiny photos of himself. He looked up at me and gave me a quick grin before huddling over the picture with a pen. His smile was flawless when he finally handed over the photo, but his cheeks were slightly pink. I glanced down.

‘Dear Annie, all my love and kisses, Elvis Presley.’

As we stepped out from under the carport and into the warm evening air, I had this overwhelming urge to show my gratitude. That afternoon would be a glistening glass bead that hung on the string of perfect memories I would carry with me, I felt sure of it. I rifled through my purse, pushing aside the signed picture and the little teddy bear.

“Here.” I felt silly as soon as I shoved the little tube into his hand. His eyes narrowed in bemusement, and he glanced down, his easy smile lighting up his face as he read the label at the end.

“Cherry Pie Delight.”

“Don’t eat it all at once,” I giggled, feeling smart and grown up. I could feel my back burning as I walked away, my sandals clopping on the path.

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The second time I saw Elvis Presley was in a movie theatre a month later. My friend and I each told our mothers that we were sleeping over at the other’s house. We thought we were geniuses.

I had never seen the place so packed, especially not for the movies we were supposed to be seeing. They were so good that I couldn’t remember what they were the next day.

Elvis didn’t show up until the lights had gone down and my stomach swooped in disappointment as I just saw a knot of shadowy figures move down the aisle on the far side of my row. It felt wrong, I knew something was supposed to happen. I knew it.

Just enjoy yourself, I tried to tell myself, you are eating popcorn, drinking soda, and watching movies for free. Count your blessings. That was enough, that was enough. It was not enough.

An odd, strangled sound came out of my mouth when I saw the shadowy figure moving up the aisle next to me. The height, the way he held his shoulders, the loose-hipped way he walked, there was no mistaking who it was. I held my breath as he approached, putting all of my life force into my eyes. Notice me, notice me, notice me. He passed by without a pause.

It wasn’t right. I felt like I had written a fairytale and, at the last minute, someone else was revealed as the princess and I was just an ordinary peasant with no lines. I angrily threw a piece of popcorn into my mouth, where it hit the back of my mouth and tried to escape down my windpipe. I choked, coughing and spluttering, finally sucking in air as it dislodged from my friend pounding on my back. As I blinked away the purple blobs in front of my eyes, I realised I wasn’t alone.

“Hey, cherry pie delight! I thought I saw ya there.” Elvis was crouched in the aisle by my chair. He gripped hold of my forearm on the armrest to keep his balance. “You okay, honey?”

Resigned to my new role as villager number 5 in my own story, I raised an eyebrow and said flatly, “You don’t remember my name, do you.”

“Baby, of course I do…” He was smiling, but he didn’t go on, because of course he didn’t. There had been thirty, fifty, one hundred different versions of me since then.

“It’s Annie.”

“I knew that, I was just testing ya.” He leant forward, pressed his lips against the curve of my ear, and sang a few lines of a song, ‘Work with me Annie, let’s get it while the getting’s good.” His voice, so plaintive and pleading in my ear, combined with the damp heat of his breath and the smell of him, sweetness and musk, made me feel like the seat I was squirming in had started melting.

“Well, I should be gettin’ back,” he said like he was chatting to a neighbour over the fence. He glanced down the aisle to where his date and his friends were sitting. “See ya later, Annie Pie Delight.”

My friend elbowed me, her eyes so wide that they flashed white even in the darkened theatre. I smiled, not needing to show my teeth, because I was mysterious and sophisticated now. Elvis Presley knew who I was. Sort of.

I couldn’t eat my popcorn, my fingers trembled when I dug my hand into the bucket and my stomach was twisted too tight anyway. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him down there in the dark, imagining a dark rope of longing knotted round my waist and tied to him.

Half the popcorn went on the floor when, out of nowhere, some tall, gangly boy with greased back hair tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hi there, Elvis wants to know if you wanna go for a ride.” It wasn’t really a question, we both knew that. I looked to my friend, who rolled her eyes in answer to the plea in mine. She snatched the popcorn from me before the rest ended up on the floor and almost threw me out of my seat.

The boy led me out to the foyer of the theatre, past the concessions. I could see the silhouettes of some unlucky fans standing by the glass doors, still hopeful that they would at least get to see their man at some point. When I was taken out of the side door and into the darkened parking lot, my neck began prickling with unease.

“Look, I’m not sure…” I felt so stupid. Some guy had probably seen Elvis stop and talk to me and had come to the conclusion that I was loose. And perhaps he was right if I rushed into this trap so willingly.

“Aw, don’t go getting cold feet on me now, Annie Pie, delight of my life.” A long shadow detached itself from the side of the building and stepped out into the pool of light by the side exit door. He adjusted the motorcycle cap on his head and grinned that lopsided smile, looking just like a picture on a record sleeve.

I hurriedly scanned the parking lot, checking that no one had heard him, knowing that as soon there was a whisper that he was out here, I would have lost him.

“I thought someone was pulling my leg,” I explained, glancing back to the boy, but he was already gone.

“Naw, I just gotta be sneaky if I want you to myself.” He came closer and my head tipped back trying to keep that face, that smile, in my sights. I felt him lock his arms around my waist, almost as tight as that invisible rope that we had between us, and jiggle me against him. A bolt of lightning ran up the inside of my thigh, terrifying me, though I didn’t know why.

“What about your date?” I asked, kicking myself. Don’t remind him, Annie, you fool!

“Well, I thought it would be better if it was just the two of us, baby, but if you want-“

“No!” I interjected, reaching out a hand to his chest and almost scrunched up his shirt in my fist. He smiled again, pressing his mouth against my cheek and nuzzling his nose along my temple.

“Then we’re on the same page, Annie Pie. C’mon, let’s go for a ride.” I shivered as he took my hand, his hot palm practically devouring me.

“Where’s your… car.” I exhaled as we stopped in front of a motorcycle. Even from ten miles away I could feel my mother’s horror. Annie Joan Hutchingson, don’t you dare!

“No car, baby, cars are for squares.” He winked as he walked round the bike.

I hesitated, imagining my mother finding out that I wasn’t actually sleeping over at my friend’s house when she was called to the hospital because I had been in a motorbike accident with Elvis Presley. If I didn’t die, she’d kill me.

“C’mon, honey, I’ll be Brando and you can be that sweet little gal he meets. You seen that movie, right?” He patted the seat behind him and pouted like I had the power to break his delicious heart.

“He rides a Triumph in that movie, not a Harley Davidson,” I said finally, tucking my skirt between my legs and awkwardly straddling the back of the bike. My thigh muscles contracted as they made contact with his butt, squeezing around his hips. A fire raged down my front, my nipples stiffened and tingled, and my belly clenched as my skirt slid on the leather seat, pushing my hips tighter into him.

“Huh, my girl knows her motorcycles,” he observed, sounding almost impressed. I didn’t tell him that no, actually I knew my fan magazines. “Hold on tight to me now, honey.”

The motorcycle roared into life, echoing around the parking lot, and bouncing off the nearby buildings. It matched perfectly to what was happening inside of me. With a jerk, we took off across the concrete, managing to cross the sidewalk and make it onto the road before the huddle at the front of the theatre understood what was happening.

The streetlights flickered by in a stream of colour as the wind caught my hair, my shirt and my skirt, making me billow and ruffle like I had wings. My fear of falling won out over my self-consciousness and I wrapped my arms around Elvis’s waist and draped myself against his slightly damp back like I had been poured there. With my cheek pressed tight between his shoulder blades, I could feel the steady, heavy thump of his heart and it mirrored the pulse between my legs. I pushed my hips forward slightly to relieve the ache and his stomach jolted beneath my fingers.

After a while, the spaces between the lights started to grow longer and Elvis steered the motorcycle off the road into a rest area. I tried to focus my eyes, adjusting to standing still, but I didn’t recognise where we were. Elvis, however, certainly seemed to know where he was, and he strolled over to a wooden picnic table, drumming his knuckles on it.

“I think you’re right,” I said, just to say something. “Motorcycles are much cooler than cars.” His lips spread into a smile, a secret, small one that revealed his dreamy cheekbones. He inclined his head, beckoning me over and I moved like he was tugging on that rope round my waist, helpless.

“There’s something about ‘em, ain’t there,” he murmured, as he placed his hands on my waist, one long finger at a time. “Get you all worked up, make you feel a little wild…”

He kissed me in an ambush and it didn’t feel like any other time before. My heart was racing as I tussled in his grip like my body was not sure if it was under attack. I got my forearms between us, shoving them against his chest until he stumbled back, breaking his lock on my waist.

We stared at each other, both of us panting. I thought he might be mad from the way that his eyes were narrowed on me, but I didn’t care because I thought I might be a little ticked off too, my jaw clenching and my muscles tensing like I wanted… something.

Slowly, his brow cleared and his eyes lightened again, twinkling in the moonlight.

“It’s okay, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said playfully. “C’mon Annie Pie, we’re all friends here.”

In spite of my misgivings and my throbbing heart, I moved back over to him. I didn’t have a choice. He rubbed his warm palm down from my shoulder to my wrist and back up again, really slowly and carefully.

“See, you’re okay, baby. It’s just me, just little ole Elvis.” He gave me an encouraging smile when I nodded and then he placed his fingertips under my chin.

When he stooped down, he moved really slow so that I went cross eyed as I watched his hooded eyes and his luscious lips grow closer, but he stopped when our lips were barely touching, the cold tip of his nose grazing against my cheek. I waited and he still didn’t move; didn’t say anything either.

I could smell the exotic tang from the grease and oil in his hair, hear the uneven drags of air he was taking in and letting out, and feel the firm muscles in his arms beneath his jacket. He was trembling.

We were in a dangerous situation, I knew that. I had known that ever since I stepped foot into the parking lot of the movie theatre, but I considered now if the reason that it was so dangerous was the man stood pressed up against me, or if I was the hungry tiger stalking her prey. Only one way to find out. I surged forward.

Inside I was roaring louder than any motorcycle, our lips dragging and sliding, and his tongue caressing mine. My hands, which had started out cupping his neck had gradually migrated down, palming his chest, the gentle curve of his stomach, moving round to his hips and… Oh my lord, I was squeezing his ass. I broke away in mortification, taking a few stumbling steps back so that the gravel beneath my feet spilled over the heels of my sandals and pinched the soles of my feet.

“What happened?” His eyelids were droopy, he looked half-drunk somehow and even staggered slightly as he moved in to scoop me back up. “Don’t stop, darlin’. C’mon, lil Cherry Pie.”

I found myself grinning madly as he nuzzled my neck, his hands kneading my hips and my butt as he mumbled and murmured. I felt powerful, no longer the peasant, not even the princess. No, I was the Evil Queen, with all the power and riches that everyone else coveted. They all wanted him. And he, he wanted me.

The picnic table jabbed me in the back of the thighs and my arms windmilled slightly as I fell back. Elvis didn’t stop, lifting me up onto it and jamming himself in between my legs before they could close. His hands slipped under my skirt and prodded at the soft, sensitive skin along my inner thigh. Any minute now, he would discover my soaked underwear. I tried shuffling away, but he could bend and flex like no other boy I ever met.

I gasped out his name when I felt a callused finger slide into the slippery core of me and he giggled a little at the way I writhed on his hand, trying to escape.

“You really are a sweet little cherry pie,” he mumbled into my cheek. “Let’s keep it that way, huh, darlin’.” I let out a whoosh of air from my paralysed lungs when he drew back and he pulled my skirt back down over my knees and smoothed it down my shins. “You won’t let no one else do that to you, will you, baby? Only me. It’s just for me.”

With a mischievous smile and his eyes glinting, he rubbed his glistening finger along the pillow of his bottom lip and sucked it in.

“Mmm, cherry pie delight.” He hiccupped a silly laugh as I shoved him in the chest and made him stumble back a few steps.

Riding back along the highway to the movie theatre felt like a long goodbye. I pressed my head to the nape of his neck, inhaling the scent of his hair, his skin, his collar, committing them to memory. There was an ache in my chest telling me that this was it, that moments were all I had left. I pressed my lips to the seam at the back of his jacket and christened it with the salty tear that wended its way down my cheek.

The crowd outside the theatre must have heard us coming from blocks away, they were already racing to the parking lot as we pulled in and crowded around with no concern for their own safety.

The third time I saw Elvis Presley was that autumn as I stood with the girls by the fence at Audubon Drive. Elvis had just come back from Hollywood and had some new friends with him. Some of the girls said that Natalie Wood was his girlfriend and that she was so crazy about him that she had followed him all the way back here.

Elvis gave my linked hands above his waistband a quick squeeze, before he was grinning for the fans, scrawling his name on their records, books, and arms. I stumbled from the back of the bike and walked back to the side door, eyes over my shoulder to see if he would look back even once. He didn’t.

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It was after dinner when he finally came out, still wearing that silly cap. There were others with him, loud and excitable boys that talked really fast. I watched them making faces behind their hands and rolling their eyes as one girl was telling Elvis how much she had loved ‘Love me Tender’, that she had already seen it twelve times. He smiled at her, kind of bashful, and thanked her, saying that she and his parents were the only ones keeping it on the marquee.

When he got to me, I handed him the latest glossy that had been sent out by the fan club. It already had a printed signature on it, but I wanted the real thing.

“What’s your name, honey?” he murmured, glancing sideways as his friends started rough housing in the driveway.

“Annie,” I whispered. He scrawled on it, barely legible since he was busy yelling hints and tips to his friends cavorting about, ‘To Annie, Best Wishes, Elvis Presley.’

And those were the three times I saw Elvis Presley. I say saw, because I don’t think I ever really met him. But I saw him and that was enough.

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floralcyanide · 1 year

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𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 ⚡️ 𝑬𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓!𝑨𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓

Part Two

Austin Butler x Reader

You have the opportunity to see the dazzling Austin Butler, a world-renown Elvis impersonator, live and in action. You become enthralled with him, becoming an avid fan and attending every convention and tribute concert he attends. Very quickly, you become a favorite in the crowd of Austin's. But will it go any farther than being just a fan? Or will you stay the person in the crowd who always gets a kiss and a scarf? (Will eventually have smut. Takes place in the mid-2000s) (Y/BF/N = Your best friend’s name.)

warnings: none!

word count: 799

author’s note: hellooo welcome to part two! idk how long this fic will be tbh, maybe 5 parts? who knows. sorry this part is so short, I just felt it naturally came to an end where I finished writing. I hope everyone enjoys (:

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To say you’re Austin Butler’s biggest fan is an understatement.

After that first time seeing him, you decided you needed to see him perform again. So you attend a tribute show and have a blast. You had made your way up to the front once more, getting another kiss and another pastel scarf. Soon, you’d have a small collection of scarves- and kisses too. Because after that second show solidifying your new fixation, you swore never to miss another show Austin did. You would ask off work in advance and drag your best friend with you when possible. They had almost as much fun as you, but over time, they got kind of bored with it. Nonetheless, they still supported your obsession.

Your second favorite Elvis era was the ‘68 Comeback Era, and tonight, Austin was doing a show specifically for that. This is your seventh show seeing Austin, and you’re hoping to run into him again, whether it’s literally or metaphorically. You’re in the front again, chatting with some other people your age. You’ve gotten to know other avid showgoers. This time, you’ve brought your digital camera, and you and some of the other big fans are taking photos together. You get their phone numbers and promise to give them copies of the pictures at the next show.

The lights dim, and Austin is announced, causing an eruption of cheers and applause from the crowd. You and the other fans swarm to the very front barricade, reaching out for Austin as he enters the stage.

“How’s everyone doin’ tonight?” he rasps into the microphone, and everyone shouts back a response or whistles.

“Good to hear,” he smiles, “Everyone, please welcome the Blue Moon Boys tribute band!”

A group of men walks onto the stage, one you recognize as you’ve talked to him before one of the shows. His name is Xavier, and he’s a really nice guy. You didn’t know he worked with Austin in any way, but now you wish you had.

The men all wave and take their seats on stage, with Austin joining them. Throughout the entire performance, you’re captivated by Austin and how great he looks in the black leather jumpsuit. Austin soon gets to the center of the stage. He notices you right away, sending you a wink. Some of the older women you’ve gotten close to giggle and pat your shoulder with big smiles, congratulating you on being acknowledged. Your face feels hot, and you wave back at him meekly. The show concludes, much to your dismay. But with every show, you and some fans hang around and talk. You excuse yourself to go to the restroom and walk away from the group. You’re almost there when you nearly bump into a guy exiting the men’s room. He’s got black hair, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt that’s tucked into his jeans. He looks up at you to apologize, and you nearly gasp.

“Isn’t this the second time I’ve bumped into you, sweetheart?”

You look at him, mouth slightly agape, “I think so.”

“Well, I might as well introduce myself then. I’m Austin,” he holds out a hand for you to shake.

“I’m Y/N. It’s wonderful to meet you,” you grin, trying not to freak out.

“I’m sure it is. I’ve noticed you come to every show, and I just wanna say I appreciate it.”

“Oh,” you look down, your cheeks burning, “Sorry if that’s weird.”

“No, it’s not. I love seeing people come out and still enjoy Elvis,” Austin smiles.

“Well, it’d definitely be weird to ask for a photo with you,” you trail off, but Austin’s smile remains on his face.

“Of course! I don’t mind at all, doll.”

You fumble for your camera in your bag, trying your best not to tremble nervously. Austin hails a passerby, asking them to take the photo for you. Austin stands beside you, sliding a hand on your waist. The first photo is a basic one with both of you smiling, and the second one is Austin kissing you on the cheek suddenly. So suddenly that the photo is taken before your smile turns into a look of surprise.

“Thank you,” Austin thanked the person who took the photos and handed back the camera.

“Do you wanna see them?” you ask, going to the gallery.

“Sure,” Austin says, standing directly behind you and hovering over your shoulder.

“Those are nice. You should give me a copy sometime,” he winks.

“Oh, really?” you chuckle nervously, “I can definitely do that. I’m going to your next show, so.”

“Of course. I’ll see you then,” Austin says, walking away, “Don’t forget!”

“I won’t!” you call after him.

“I most definitely won’t,” you whisper to yourself, looking down at the photo of him kissing your cheek.

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memphisflash · 7 months

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

Pairing: Evelyn Harper (OC) x Elvis Presley

Word count: 2,6K

Chapter summary: It's been a week since Elvis spilled the beans, and Evelyn hasn't left the penthouse since. When seeing pictures of her past life, she realises that Elvis is truthful with her and whey they share a kiss and flashbacks start flooding in, she can no longer deny what's in front of her.

Chapter warnings: short time jump, nothing too serious.

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EVELYN'S POV

It’s been a week since Elvis told me everything.

That he and I were past lovers.

That he was my husband.

Ever since that night, I hadn’t left his room. He respected my boundaries and gave me space whenever I needed it, while I’d been ignoring phone calls from Ruby and Eli the entire time.

I was sure they hadn’t told my father yet. Knowing him, he would probably show his rotten face as soon as he knew what was going on and there hasn’t been any news from him yet.

I never wanted to talk to or face any of them ever again, but I knew that was nothing but wishful thinking. I still had a lot of unanswered questions consuming my every thought, ones that I needed to speak to my father to if I wanted the answers to them.

But for now, I wasn’t ready for that yet.

Elvis was starting to seem like the only person I could trust and when he told me that he wasn’t behind the murders that had been happening in and around the hotel, I believed him. It made sense – with so many eyes on him at all times, he wasn’t going to commit meaningless murders and leave a mess behind.

I knew that vampires had certain cravings and I was very aware that they were predators. Due to the compulsion I was still very much under, I still hated the leeches.

Yet, when it came to Elvis, I tried my hardest to look further than my nose and find what was underneath and he had no problem showing his vulnerable side to me.

Just two days ago, I found him crying in his bedroom and instead of walking away and pretending I hadn’t seen it, I’d felt myself drawn to him. I’d had the intense urge to hug him and tell him everything was going to be alright.

So, I had done just that, and that’s when I realised that Elvis wasn’t the kind of monster I had been made to believe.

I could see how the whole situation was affecting him. I could see the hurt in his eyes when he’d reach for my hand and I pulled back on my sick compulsion-induced instinct. So when I had offered an olive branch and was the one to take the first step and embrace him, comforting him in my arms, it was like he completely lowered his walls.

“I’m sorry for stealing your bed,” I smiled at the vampire as he came into his bedroom on a late Sunday night, throwing his shoes in a corner.

He had canceled his entire residency, much to the chagrin of his manager and the owners of the hotel, but although he hadn’t admitted it, I’m sure he compelled his way out of it so nobody would ask any questions. As of now, he was just another VIP guest.

And I never admitted it out loud to him either, but I was kind of glad that his time wasn’t occupied with the tiring shows anymore. God knows what Ruby and Eli would do to him in front of his own fans, if they were even still there.

God knows what would happen if my father decided to show his face.

Despite Elvis not doing any shows anymore, he didn’t hover and his entourage kept their distance as well.

Apparently, I’ve known them in the past too and was even friends with a few of them, which made me regret doing what I did to Richard even though Elvis finished the job.

I wondered how he felt about that – the thought of him blaming me was selfishly painful. I didn’t ask him about it, and neither did he bring it up.

“’S okay,” he drawled with that sweet Southern accent, his voice soft and low as his lips curled into a warm smile. He sat on the edge of the bed as I sat up against the headboard, not even trying to hide that I was wearing one of his his silky button ups.

I’d been wearing his clothes to bed for a week now, and I was pretty sure he liked that. It was evident in the way he’d look me up and down like a lovesick puppy when he thought I wasn’t looking. “I don’t need much sleep, anyways. Are you hungry?”

My heart swelled at the way he seemed to be always concerned about me. He wasn’t the greatest cook and I figured it was because he didn’t exactly need human food so he never made it and he had people do it for him whenever he wanted to, but it was the thought that counted.

He told me stories, about me, about himself, about us.

Made his guys go out shopping for me because I left my luggage in my own hotel room and I expressed concern about his friends facing mine. I bet if I’d ask him to get me the moon, he would.

And then those eyes… hopeful as can be every time he looked at me.

There was love in them, admiration even, and it was all reserved for me and me alone.

It made the guilt inside of me grow little by little every day – because in my current state, I couldn’t look at him that way.

Sure, I realised he wasn’t the monster I thought he was, but right now I didn’t love him like he loved me. I’d been programmed not to. It must’ve been so incredibly hard for him and yet, he was kind and understanding.

That took a different kind of mental strength, especially for a vampire whose feelings were heightened so much so that a human couldn’t even fathom the fact.

“No, I ate after you left,” I told him as I tightened my ponytail. I had no idea where he went tonight and I didn’t ask. Maybe I was better off not knowing certain things. Besides, in the time he was gone, it had given me time to snoop for things, anything, that could perhaps make me remember. Even if it was only a small slice of the life I had before. “I found some photo’s..”

That twinkle of hope returned to his ocean blue eyes immediately, watching me as I pulled up a photo book from the side of the bed and placing it on my lap.

“You made that thing after we got married, said you wanted to capture every special moment of our lives,” Elvis smiled as he looked at the pictures on the first page as I opened the thick book. “I take it everywhere with me. It’s like my second Bible.”

I laughed softly, biting my lip as I caressed my fingertips over a picture of him and me in front of a gorgeous house that I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off of. The house seemed to be in a lot of pictures and I figured it was where we lived. Looking at these photographs was still kind of like looking at the life of a girl who wore the same face as me, but I didn’t say that to Elvis.

I didn’t want him to lose hope, and neither did I.

I wanted to remember, so badly.

“Can you tell me about it?”

We looked at each other and the sweet, boyish smile he gave me when I patted the empty spot next to me caused my heart to clench tightly in my chest. I gave him an assuring smile and he immediately moved to take the empty spot, his big frame pressed against mine as he looked down at the book.

“This is in front of our home, Graceland,” he told me as I took in the two people in front of the small white mansion, looking up and smiling at each other like they won the lottery. “It was on the day we signed the papers and got the keys. You loved that place..”

I apparently loved it so much that I’d taken pictures of the outside property and in the interior of every room of the house and put them in the following pages of this very book. I could see why I did – the place was beautiful, perfect even. It did not look like some creepy, dark vampire den despite the place crawling with it with Elvis and his entourage being there, but it looked like a warm home full of memories made with family and friends.

I looked up at Elvis, a hint of cologne wafting up my nose and making my heart do a sommersault. He was still thumbing through the book, narrating every photo as if we were watching a movie.

There was a genuinely happy smile on his face and when he looked at me and stopped talking as if I interrupted him, letting out a soft hearty laugh, I realised then and there that he truly and deeply loved me.

Knowing that brought me solace.

People have been forcing lies down my throat for God knows how long, literally using mind compulsion just for me to be what they wanted me to be.

And in all of that chaos, there was Elvis.

A man who loved me so much he could barely keep his eyes off of me, who felt so intensely and deeply for me that I caught his hand trembling as he turned the page of the photo book.

A man who loved me for me, and saw me for what I was rather than for what everyone else wanted me to be.

Somewhat impulsively, I grabbed his wrist with both of my hands and raised his arm, putting it around me so I could lean into his side.

He seemed surprised by my actions, but relaxed soon enough and I could feel his hand squeezing my shoulder softly, pressing me against him as he kissed the top of my head and inhaled the scent of my shampoo, releasing a deep breath of air.

I allowed it as I let my hand that had been holding onto the book travel up his stomach and to his chest, squeezing my eyes shut as he had me pressed so firmly against him, my face was hidden in his neck. I could feel his chest hair underneath the pads of my fingertips due to the fact he was wearing a blouse which had most of the buttons left open.

As I placed my palm over his heart, it was like I was falling into a state of dreaming.

It was short and quick, like a movie scene playing right behind my eyelids, but it was there.

Me and him posing in front of Graceland, standing atop of the steps that led to the front door. There was laughter in the background, Charlie standing at the bottom of the steps, telling us what poses to take on and snapping away with the camera in his hands.

The Memphis Mafia standing around with smiles on their faces, their respected wives and girlfriends ooh-ing and aah-ing at the house, shrieks and giggles coming from Elvis's fans who stood by the gate of the walled property.

“I love you, baby,” Elvis whispering in my ear, kissing my lips, my cheeks, blowing a playful raspberry in my neck.

Our laughter mingling together in a beautiful melody.

His arms wrapped around me so tight I felt I was suffocating and me squeezing him back with all my might.

“I love you more,” I told him, looking up at him lovingly as my hand reached up to caress back some of his hair. “To the moon and back.”

I’d whispered the words in his ear, only for him to hear.

Happy.

So incredibly, unfathomable happy.

I gasped softly as the images flashed out, pushing myself away from him enough to look at him with wide eyes.

He frowned, and I could feel his body tensing up next to me, afraid that he’d done something wrong.

That he might’ve taken things too far, too soon.

“I saw.. I saw something,” I breathed out as I blinked rapidly, wanting to force the flashback to return, but ofcourse it didn’t. “I saw us at Graceland, taking that photo.. Everyone was there.. Y-your.. your guys and other girls… your fans. I don’t know them but I do and...”

I had to remind myself to breathe, placing my palm against my forehead as I let out a laugh.

Hope had landed in my heart and was starting to root itself in there.

“Wait, baby.. W-what.. How? Do you see more?”

My heart jumped at the crack of excitement in his voice, his tongue laced with emotion. I wanted to see more, I had to see more, but I had to disappoint him by shaking my head as my shoulders slumped a little.

Right then, I learned that I hated seeing him look disappointed, even at something that we couldn’t fight against, something that was out of our control.

The flashback came when we held each other, when we were so close to one another it felt like we’d crawl into each others’ skin.

I widened my eyes a little as I pushed the photo book off my lap and straddled him in a whim of another impulsiveness.

I was hoping this would even work or I’d look like one of his fans throwing herself at him, but I doubted he'd mind.

“Eva, we don’t have to-”

“Kiss me.”

I surprised the both of us with my words, but they’d flown off my tongue before I could stop myself.

If holding each other caused a short flashback like that, I was hoping that a kiss would give me a better and longer one.

And if a kiss did that, then…

Elvis didn’t need to be told twice.

I barely had time to suck in a breath of air as he cupped my face and crashed his lips onto mine.

I tensed up for the first few seconds, but as he parted his lips and I could feel his tongue asking for entrance, I fully melted under his touch. I gave him what he wanted and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he wound his around my waist, holding my body firmly against his.

Bones tingling, a fire lit up in my chest as my heartbeat drummed in my ears.

And then the flashbacks came rolling in…

At Graceland with friends who I now realised was like a family to me, us together in our bedroom making love, dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, making plans for the future…

Him putting my necklace around me on the night before our wedding.

“It belonged to my mother. She’d want you to have it.”

I gasped as Elvis broke the kiss, looking at me through half lidded eyes, his hands having moved down to cup my ass. I let him and as if my body was set on automatic pilot, I grinded myself against him.

His body responded and he looked bashful about it, but before he could speak I tangled my fingers in his hair at the back of his head, my lips once more chasing his.

“More,” I begged against his plumb, kissed lips. “I need more..”

More of him. More of our memories together.

I wanted him to pour all of his emotions and thoughts into me, as if transferring them to me through touches and kisses.

I wanted my husband back.

And most of all, I wanted my life back.

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