#elvis x black reader

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Bloody Sacrifices

Summary: Reader reminisces about how she ended up with Elvis

TW: Cheating, angst, I think that’s it!

A/N: I know I know, where tf has bee been? Under a rock, sorry for leaving so suddenly but that’s just the way things go, I really did try to get back into my groove, with little success. But between school, and getting married and work, I had no time or really the patience to let myself be creative. And then, Eureka! An idea struck and my drafted papers that had been waiting on me finally started to get finished. Again, really sorry for the cliffhangers and such!

-Signed, Bee💕

Mrs. Presley,

What a title. Sometimes, it’s hard to think of life without him. He’s not perfect, no man is, but he’s pretty damn close.

Often time, you find yourself thinking about how you got this far. Married, comfortable, committed, with a beautiful child and very little worries.

The day had been heavy, you hadn’t had the greatest time. The boy you swore your heart to decided that for your third anniversary, he would treat another beauty to the dinner you reserved. Under his name, like some fool.

When the attendants opened the doors, you passed under the threshold, heart swelling. Something made you so certain it would be the day; the day he’d get down on one knee with glassy eyes and a nervous tongue and fumble over those four little words that would change your life forever.

When you asked the hostess about your table, she was quick to inform you that, the table had already been sat. You thought, for a moment, that he had beat you here. This made you excited, thinking he was really taking the initiative. So you thanked the woman and made your way around the restaurant, searching for your dream boat.

It didn’t take you long to spot him, knowing that haircut just about anywhere. Actually, every minute detail, down to how his collar hugged his neck was logged in your brain. Up until this point, you had spent an unhealthy amount of time…studying, perfecting.

So you approached the table, carefully as to not give away how excited you really were. As you got closer, hoping to see him fidgeting with his tie in front of an empty seat, you could feel the butterflies churn in your stomach. As fate would have it, things don’t always go as planned. Not at all actually.

Instead, you found a pretty blonde woman with tears in her eyes adoring an exceptional rock, and that boy with his head held high, with a beaming smile, and chest puffed out. Made you sick.

To this day, you aren’t sure what really drove you to do what you did that night.

Maybe, it was the way you cleaned after him like a mother would a toddler, or the way he expected dinner on the table before he returned at five thirty or all hell broke loose. It might’ve even been having to keep everything spectacularly clean. Down to his damn underwear.

Whatever it was, the camels back was broken and there was no reason for you to hold face now. You kept the tears at bay, gracefully walking over, stopping in front of the lovely couple.

Wouldn’t you know. As soon as the man saw you he did start to fidget with that tie. That same damned tie you bought for his birthday. You’d never seen him wear it but you’d guessed that day was as good a time as any.

And her. When you really looked at her, you picked her apart in less than 20 seconds. Bottle blonde, not natural, lipstick that wasn’t her color, makeup that didn’t compliment her, the dress she wore did nothing for her figure. All the things he swore not to like, sat right in front of you. You couldn’t believe it.

With a painfully fake smile you looked between the two. You had let out a quick breath in preparation for what you were about to say. It was quick, and sweet, no malice detected.

“Engaged?”

That was it. That was all you had asked.

Withought missing a beat she nodded her head

“After two years, I wasn’t even expecting this! At a place this nice, on our anniversary too. He really is so thoughtful. And the ring, ugh—”

She continued to ramble, but all you could hear was “Two years” and “our anniversary”

She had no clue about you. None.

And, for two of the three years, this man had the wool pulled over your eyes. Fresh out of high school, You had been walking blindly behind him and never noticed.

At least that’s what you told yourself in the moment.

But, you did know. You just wanted to deny your ignorance in that moment. You couldn’t deny the late nights, foreign perfume, and lack of affection though. Not even if you wanted to.

Till the very end though, you kept face.

“How lovely, I hope… I—, wish you both the very best.”

The woman gave a quick false smile and said “thank you, but we are trying to celebrate.”

You nodded your head and returned the same smile. You timber spinning on your feet and gearing up to make a beeline for the door. You really couldn’t help yourself though. You threw your head over your shoulder,

“Just remember, he doesn’t like it when you leave the stains in his underwear. You’ll never get them out though, just burn them and buy a new pair!”

And with that, you were through the door. Though it was a small power move, the tears still flooded your vision. It hurt bad. There was a slight downpour, mimicking the feelings you harbored. With no car you had no choice but to keep walking.

The back of your feet were rubbed raw, skin broken and bleeding. The hairstyle you had chosen for that night and no doubt frizzy beyond repair through slight adjustments.

In your emotional haze, the grate on the sidewalk went unnoticed, the back of your heel payed the price. You stopped and removed the shoe, assessing the damage. This small inconvenience on any other day would’ve made you roll your eyes and let out a curse or two. This wasn’t a normal day.

You had broken character. An almost primal shriek left your chest. Something akin to that of a hurt animal. It wasn’t pretty, or poised. It was raw and unfiltered. The scream felt good, exhilarating.

Even with that nice release of emotion, you wanted to go home. You removed both shoes and chucked them as far as you could, sacrificing their beauty, and continuing on your journey back to your very warm and dry house.

A few minutes passed, you were about five minutes away when those headlights creeped up behind you.

You looked back, part of you hoping it was the fool you’d banked on. What he did was unforgivable, yes, but you had nothing else. As the car started to progress a little was past you, you tossed that hope through the window.

“Scuse’ me honey. Why’d ya throw your heels at me?”

You stopped, glaring over at the unidentified stranger,

A simple, “I didn’t,” was all he got out of you.

The car stopped all together. The sound of the door opening put you on edge. A man stopping at this time of night, to return a broken pair of heels? Yea, right. When he rounded his car with your shoes in hand and a smug look on his pretty…face. He looked you up and down and you did the same, wondering who-

Holy shit. Was all you could think. You had thrown your heels, your very broken heels at Elvis Presley.

“Now honey, I’m no shoe salesman, but I’d bet my bottom dollar, that these here fit those pretty little puppies just right. Save for your ankles of course—”

Your shoulders dropped and you held your hand out.

“Please, just give em’ here. Night’s been bad enough, Mr. Presley. I don’t need to be humiliated any further.”

The brunet let out a light chuckle,

“Wanna tell me your name?”

You let out a sigh,

“Y/n.”

“Call me Elvis. And I can see that it’s been a little rough. What happened, honey, date stood ya up?”

You shook your head and decided to humor him,

“No, I found my beau with a different beauty,”

His smile faltered and he parted his lips, no doubt to issue an apology. You continued before he got the chance,

“Which he proposed to…”

His mouth closed, face showing pity. The last part of your confessional came out barley above a whisper,

“On our anniversary.”

Elvis was too stunned to speak, he looked around as if to see if anyone else had heard what you just said. He was in utter disbelief, that someone could wilt a beautiful flower such as yourself.

“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t meant to poke fun at you, just wanted a chance to ask you on a date.”

You could’ve sworn your ears were malfunctioning.

“I’m flattered, but no less than twenty minutes ago, I thought I was getting married. I don’t think it’s a good time—”

Elvis was quick to shake his head,

“No , no I meant to say it wasn’t appropriate. But at least let me drive you home.”

With nothing but tears to lose, you nodded your head and shuffled to the passenger side door, which he kindly opened for you.

The two-minute ride i was silent but not uncomfortable, the radio was at a low volume and the only time you spoke was to give directions.

When you arrived at your small home, you thanked Elvis for the ride. Before you could part, he handed you a slip with his number on it,

“Call when you’re ready for that date, honey.”

Hesitantly, you took the slip and made your way inside.

It was stuffed in a drawer somewhere as you fell into your stupor. For two weeks, you wallowed in self-pity. Fourteen days before you grew a pair. You rummaged though all your kitchen drawers looking for that slip.

It might have been foolish to assume Elvis would still be thinking about you after two weeks, but you still gave it a try.

Your hands trembled as you spun the rotary dial, carefully choosing every number that was on the paper. Receiver against your ear, chewing on your lip.

It rang three times before you’d slammed the phone back on its hook. It was a fruitless idea, there was just no way—

A ring stopped your negative thoughts, it rang twice before you picked it back up. Saying hello and waiting for a response.

“Y/n?” There was a pause. You didn’t know he’d given you his personal number.

“Uh, hello? Honey?…ya there?”

You shook of the surprise,

“Y—yes, uh, yes m’here”

Elvis wouldn’t be Elvis without pointing out the obvious

“So, you’re finally callin’ bout that date?”

You could practically hear the smile in his voice, and with a roll of your eyes, you said yes.

That date turned into ten years of love and a little bit of stress. He got you the prettiest ring, proposed at the prettiest dinner, and gave you the gift of your son.

For once, tears felt good on your face. When you look for reasons to stay with this perfectly imperfect man, you remember,

Those bloody sacrifices.

Taglist: @powerofelvis @rjmartin11 @re3kin

[powerofelvis]

No Longer The Housewife

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader, Austin!Elvis x f!reader

Word Count: 6000

Summary: You arrived in Vegas to sleep with another man after enduring an unhappy marriage. You didn’t realize that the man that you would encounter would bring out your long missed youth. 

Warning(s): Angst, Infidelity, Fluff, SMUT (in this part, there’s spitting, choking, degradation, edging, and overstimulation), Different Types of Kinks (and I mean that wholeheartedly), The Vegas Era

A/N: I’m sorry for the stupid summary, I’m not good at summarizing my stories yet. However, it is finally here. This fic will be three parts, so it is a short series because I love to torture myself. I also did not add any adjectives, so the reader could be any ethnicity, so to my fellow sistas, have fun! This fic is based off of this song, so I recommend you listen to it before or while you are reading it ;)

masterlist. 

Your husband was gone once again. You and your husband had been married for five years, yet you’ve only spent three of those years with him. You had tried to keep yourself busy—the burden of feeling lonely weighing in your mind. You didn’t want to tell your husband that you were lonely, but it was beginning to get harder to stay quiet as your husband was off doing god knows what. You knew that your husband had a wandering eye and at first, you didn’t let it bother you. You figured that as time went on, his wandering eye would shrink and he would only see you. You couldn’t be more wrong. Your husband didn’t only have wandering eyes, but a wandering cock as well. He thought that you wouldn’t have known—but you knew. The phone calls during the night, the lipstick stains on his collar, the perfume smells on his clothes that weren’t yours. You weren’t sure when you had begun to feel lonely, but you were lonely and very bitter. How could he do this to you after you had given him ten years of your life and five of those being married. You were young, while he was nearing his forties. Your family and friends warned you that marrying someone who was ten years your senior could come with consequences, but you loved him. How could you have not?

Your husband wooed you with flowers, gifts, and vacations but you didn’t want anything but his love. However, love apparently wasn’t enough for him. So it was at this moment that you decided that you would find someone who would love you. Someone who wouldn’t spend their money on you just to keep you in the shadows while they indulge in forbidden pleasures. You knew that there was a man who would treat you better than your husband—what you didn’t know was the man who would treat you better than your husband was Elvis Presley. 

Your friend wanted you to come along with her to see Elvis perform at the new International Hotel. You did listen to his music, but you were only a casual listener. The idea of meeting another man at this show was the only reason that you decided to go, along with the fact that you didn’t know if you could stomach another night in, seeing your husband come home with evidence of him sleeping with another woman. As you packed your bags for this small getaway, you decided that you wouldn’t leave Vegas without sleeping with another man. In the back of your mind, you were telling yourself that it was a bad idea—that stepping out on your marriage just to get back at your cheating husband meant that you were no better than him. However, you didn’t care what your conscience was saying, because hell hath no fury than a woman scorned. 

You had been so good to your husband, moving away from your family when he had gotten the career of his dreams, leaving your dreams behind in the process. Your husband didn’t like the idea of you working, so you bite your tongue and stay at home being a homemaker. You were not meant to be a homemaker. You had dreams and ambitions, yet you blindly followed your husband into the life that you were miserable in. After this weekend, you were going to change from the miserable wife, to the woman that you had always dreamed of being. So as you packed your bags for the weekend trip in Vegas, you slid your wedding band off of your finger and left it on the nightstand, knowing that your husband wouldn’t be home anyway to see. You grabbed your bag, leaving your house and your homemaker status behind. 

***

You arrived in Vegas before your friend, deciding to sightsee while you waited for her flight to arrive. You had a few hours to spare, deciding to meet with her at the hotel. Vegas was more beautiful than you could have imagined. The more than you looked around the city, the more your hatred for your husband grew. You would have thought that you weren’t even married because you threw the thought out of reconciling with him once you returned home. You were walking through one of the casinos that Vegas had, the Stardust. It was very vibrant, so you made a note to return tomorrow so that you could gamble a bit. Your time here was going to be spent having fun and enjoying being free from your husband, so that’s what you were going to do. You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t notice that there were a pair of blue eyes watching you. “Are you lost, darlin’?” A southern accent brought you out of your thoughts. 

You turned, eyes widening and jaw dropping as you saw Elvis Presley in all of his glory. He was better looking than he was on the television, his olive skin glistening from the warmness of the casino—cigar in hand. He tilted his head, tongue in cheek as he waited for your reply. You coughed, placing your hands behind your back as you rocked on your heels. “Oh uh—yes, I’m lost actually. I’m looking for my way out of here, but I was intrigued by the vibrant feeling of this place.” You stumbled over your words, mentally hating yourself that you were rambling in front of him. Elvis chuckled, taking in your body language as he stepped closer to you. You gasped, stepping back a bit in fear that you would embarrass yourself more than you already had. 

“Don’t be shy, mama. I’m not gon’ bite, unless you’re into that.” He chuckled, extending his hand. “Elvis Presley. My pleasure to meet such a beauty.” He smirked, blues burning into your eyes as he stared down at you as if you were his next prey. Your hand shakingly raised as you shook his hand, not once looking away from his gaze. “Y/N, pleased to meet you.” Your face dropped as you watched him pull your hand up to his lips, pressing a longing kiss to the back of it. He was laying it on thick, you thought. As you stood there indulging in his presence, you suddenly remembered that you were supposed to meet with your friend ten minutes ago. You pulled your hand out of his, feeling the empty feeling that you had never felt before. “My apologies, Mr. Presley. I have to meet with my friend, so I must take my leave. It was a pleasure to meet the person that has the whole world at his feet.” You shot him a smile, before running off before another word could have been spoken. 

You met up with your friend a few minutes later, choosing not to tell her about your meeting with Elvis. “Where have you been, girl? I’ve been standing here like a fool waiting on you.” She chuckled, pulling you into a hug. Your friend, Lindsay hasn’t seen you since your wedding day. She was also the President of the “I hate your husband” club. When she had first met your husband, she made it known that she didn’t like him and that she didn’t even want you to marry him. She conceded after she saw how much you loved him, but it didn’t stop her from letting it be known that you could do much better than him. She would always tell you, “What kind of man buys you things and asks you to be his wife, just to step out?” She also made it known that if she had ever seen your husband out with one of his whores, she would castrate him and throw his dick into the Mississippi River. You used to think that she was being unreasonable, but as time went on, you started to think that maybe she could see right through him. 

The thought of your best friend being right about your husband had broken your heart right down the middle. You didn’t want to tell her about the cheating, but one night you didn’t have anyone to talk to. You broke down on the phone to her, telling her about the lipstick stains that you found on your husband’s shirts and the purple marks that you could see on his body. You were thinking that she would have said “I told you so,” but yet she sat on the phone with you, telling you that he would soon be sorry for hurting you the way that he has. The show at the International wouldn’t happen until later on that night, so you would have to deal with your best friend dressing you up so that you could have the attention of everyone. You didn’t really want all of the attention, but you wanted to at least have the attention of the man who would be yours for the weekend. 

***

As time started to wind down, your best friend had convinced you to dress into a two-piece pink getty-up, the sheer top had lace that barely covered your stomach and a matching skirt that stopped at your thighs. She had curled your hair, letting it sit on your shoulders, while doing your make-up to perfection. You stood in the mirror, not knowing who this new you was, not being able to dress this way before. Your husband would have had a fit seeing you dress this way, but you could care less about what he had thought. He had spent five years trying to mold you into his ideal woman, but would sleep around with women who weren’t his wife. You were ready to stop some hearts tonight and you didn’t care how you had to do it. As you and your friend walked into the showroom, you could feel multiple eyes on you. You had to admit that you were uncomfortable at first, but your best friend told you to relax and remember that it was time for payback. Your husband wouldn’t know what hit him once he realized that things would soon change once you got home. 

A waitress came to the table that you and your friend shared, taking your drink orders before rushing off to retrieve them. You were sitting so close to the stage that you could reach out and touch him, but you decided to stay firmly into your seat. The lights dimmed and the music started to pick up as the crowd went wild. At that time, the waitress came back with your drink before scurrying away from your table. Lindsay clapped her hands, clearly excited that she was finally going to be able to see Elvis perform. You on the other hand were excited that you would see him again. He walked out on stage in his white jumpsuit, oozing confidence and sexuality. Your thighs rubbed together at the sight of the jumpsuit being slightly opened at the top—revealing his chest hair. He looked gorgeous and you couldn’t take your eyes away from him. His eyes scanned the crowd, smiling as he blew his breath out of his mouth. Eventually, his eyes landed on you and his smile turned into a smirk as he looked you over. You melted into your chair, taking a gulp from your drink as your eyes stayed locked on his. You were so entranced by his presence that you didn’t hear Lindsay screaming that Elvis was staring at you. Not that you didn’t know that already. 

His eyes left yours as he began to go into his nostalgic tunes, jerking his hips in multiple directions. At the sight of his hips thrusting, you could imagine his hips thrusting into you. You snapped out of that thought, instantly remembering that there was no way that Elvis Presley would ever think about sleeping with you. You didn’t know that you would be wrong once again. As he started to sing “Love Me Tender”, his eyes found yours once again and it felt as if you two were the only ones in the room. Your body heats up at him walking over to the table that you were sitting at, pulling you up into his arms before pressing a kiss to your lips. You gasped, opening your mouth, which allowed for him to maneuver his tongue past your lips. You could have fainted in his arms, but your lips moved along with his, gripping at his white jumpsuit to keep your body from crumbling to the ground. 

As soon as he appeared in front of you, he was gone in the crowd as he continued seeking out his fans. Lindsay grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back into your seat as she began to ask you about what had just happened. You couldn’t form a single word, only looking over at your friend with wide eyes. Your fingers landed on your lips as you smirked at the memory of Elvis Presley’s lips on yours. He was going to be the man who you slept with, he had to be. Shortly after that awakening experience, Elvis appeared back on stage where he ended the show with ‘Can’t help falling in love’. His eyes lingered at your table as if he was performing that song just for you. At that moment, a man appeared behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. You turned, seeing a blond haired man who was wearing sunglasses. He leaned into your ear, whispering “Elvis wants to see you tonight in his suite.” 

***

Lindsay freaked out, hearing that Elvis wanted to see you privately. You had thought about not meeting with him, the thought of sleeping around on your husband still lingering in your mind. You didn’t want to ruin your marriage, you kept telling yourself. However, the pictures that were seared in your mind of your husband coming home with lipstick stains and hickies on his body as he looked over you with pure disgust on his face pushed you forward. “You deserve this, Y/N. Go show your husband what he missed out on.” She giggled, leaving the elevator that you both were on, heading off to your shared hotel suite. Elvis had the penthouse suite, which meant you had a while to go before you got there. The blonde-haired man who you learned was Jerry Schilling, his bodyguard, had told you that he was expecting you. He got off on his floor shortly after, giving you a smile as the elevator doors shut. You were suddenly nervous, being in the elevator alone.

The elevator moved up until it finally dinged at the penthouse floor. Your heart pounded into your ears and sweat pooled in your hands, but you were confident that you were called up to his room because of the two instances that you had met with him earlier on that day. The voices fighting in the back of your head seemingly stopped as you exited the elevator, walking up towards the door of the room. You couldn’t believe your luck, seeing Elvis Presley take interest in you. Your husband couldn’t even do that and he was your husband. Your husband, you thought. That no-good piece of trash was the reason why you were here in Vegas, about to meet with Elvis Presley. Why were you thinking about him and his feelings so much? He was the cause of all of this, yet you couldn’t take your mind off of him. You stood outside of the room for a second, pondering whether or not you should knock. Eventually, you do, rocking on your heels again as you wait for the door to open. Elvis appeared as the door opened, smiling as he stood in front of you—wearing a satin purple dressing robe with his initials on them. You gasped, seeing that his chest was revealed, glistening in the light. “Well, come on in, darlin’”. He stepped aside, allowing you to come in. 

You entered the room, in awe at how big it was. It was much bigger than the normal room that you and Lindsay were sharing for the weekend. You walked over to the huge glass windows that showed the beautiful Vegas lights that burned brightly at night. It was truly a beautiful sight, which made you once again appreciate that your friend talked you into coming to Vegas with her. This was the life that you wanted, not being a homemaker for your husband. Not being cooped up at home, enduring his cheating ways and the glares that he sent your way because of it. “Beautiful..” you forced yourself to say before turning back to look at Elvis. He had sat down at the piano that was in the corner of the room, watching you with a smile. You didn’t know what it was about you that had him enamored, but you wouldn’t complain about it. You walked over to him slowly, taking in the sight of him manspread at the piano. He was gorgeous, more gorgeous than any man you have ever laid eyes upon. You sat down next to him, playing a little tune on the piano. Elvis curled his eyebrow, looking over at you. 

“You know how to play, mama?” He smirked at you, his icy blue eyes staring into your soul once again. You could have melted on the spot, but you sat there, taking in a deep breath before opening your mouth. “Yeah, I can play a little. My mama used to be my piano teacher when I was younger, but that was before I had to stop playing for personal reasons.” You shrugged your shoulders, playing the same tune that you played a while ago. Your mother was the best piano player in your hometown and she had wanted you to be the same, but you met your husband and things went south fast. You gave up playing because he wanted you to leave him for his new job. If you could go back, you would have told him that he could shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. “Well, if you want baby, I can teach you.” His southern drawl drew you out of your thoughts for the third time today. 

You wanted nothing more than to learn the piano from Elvis. “I would love nothing more than to learn under you.” You giggled, turning to face him. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, he was like an enigma. From his blue eyes that bore into your soul like it was a window to his southern charm, Elvis had your attention from the first meeting. You wanted him and you were determined to have him before the night was over. Your husband would learn that you would not be at his beck and call since he was sleeping around. You were going to become someone else’s girl—and that someone was Elvis Presley. “Are you okay, darlin’?” Elvis took you by the hand, standing up from the piano. He walked you over to his couch, sitting you down. He grabbed two glasses, filling them with whiskey. “Ya’ like whiskey?” He chuckled, handing you one of the glasses. You didn’t like whiskey, but you were feeling free at the moment so you nodded your head as you took a small sip out of the glass. 

Elvis spent the next hour asking you questions about yourself. You answered them as truthfully as you could, smiling as he told you about himself. He was definitely different from the superstar that was all over the radio and you felt yourself falling under his spell. He could sense that you had something on your mind, but you told him that you were just tired. “Do you want me just to let you crash here tonight?” He asked you, eyes seeming hopeful that you would agree. You chuckled, nodding as you pulled your feet up on the couch. “I had planned on staying here, if you didn’t mind?” You crawled over to him, rubbing your hand down his chest, fingertips grazing over his chest hair. Lindsay was right—you needed to be loved and having your body touched correctly. “My friend brought me to Vegas to find someone to touch my body correctly.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you snuggled up to him. “I can do that, mama.” He pulled you up in his arms, walking you back over to the piano.

You smirked, knowing you were going to get exactly what you wanted. Elvis placed you on top of his piano, pulling your skirt off of your body. You shivered, feeling the wet spot on your panties come into contact with the cool air. You didn’t realize that you were wet from staring at him manspread at the piano earlier. Elvis smirked, spreading your legs so he could have a look at your wet panties. You were shy at that moment, wanting to hide your arousal from him, but his magnetic pull on you forced your legs to stay open. His blue eyes not once leaving your face, he leaned in, pressing his lips on your thighs. Your body jerked slightly, the feeling of his kisses becoming unbearable on your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved his mouth closer to your core, his eyes now moving from your face to in between your legs. Goosebumps formed on your skin as you waited for his next move. 

Elvis finally gave you what you were waiting for—licking up your wet underwear, collecting the little arousal that spilled from your cunt. You shivered, throwing your head back as you moaned out in pleasure. “Don’t run off, mama. I’m gonna take my time with you tonight.” He teased, pulling you down the piano—closer to his face. It seemed as if time had slowed down, but you were fully aware of what you were getting yourself into. Elvis tugged your underwear off of your body, pocketing them in his robe. “You’re not to cum until I tell you that you can, ya hear me?” His now dark blue eyes locked on yours, sending you overboard into pleasure. You nodded, tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Use your big words, baby.” He wanted you to talk back to him and who were you not to oblige? 

“Yes..” You whimpered out, hoping that this answer would suffice. He tsked, shaking his head at your short answer. “Yes, what?” He tilted his head as his fingers rubbed circles on your thighs. He couldn’t have wanted you to call him daddy, right? You watched him in confusion, but decided to test the waters anyway. “Yes, daddy.” You moaned out, thrusting your hips upward against the air, wanting some type of friction. He smirked, leaning back down before pressing a heated kiss to your thighs again. “That’s my good girl.” He licked a stripe from your thigh to your core, slowly pulling your lower lips with his teeth. You hissed, digging your heels into the top of his piano as you watched him. He chuckled, spitting on your cunt before lapping up your juices that were not mixed with his saliva. Elvis watched you from under his long eyelashes as you squirmed from his touch. His arms locked around your legs, holding you still as he lapped at your cunt. He moaned, sending vibrations up your body, and the coil in your stomach began to form. “Daddy, please...I don’t wanna cum yet.” You groaned out, trying to run away from him. “Oh, you’re not, baby.” 

It seemed as if he was eating your cunt for hours because every time you were close to cumming, he would pull away, smacking your pussy. He was edging you. The bastard was teasing you and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it. At this point, you were crying at the feeling of not being able to cum. You felt as if you were going to explode, but your body wouldn’t allow you to. He chuckled, jerking his cock in his hand as he watched you try to grind your legs together to gain some friction. “Did Daddy say you could do that? Are you tryin’ to make him upset, naughty girl?” He walked over to you, climbing on the piano as he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Since you ain’t listening like the dumb slut that you are, I’m going to tease you more.” He pulled his hand from around your throat, sliding off of the piano. “Lay right there, baby. I’ll be right back.” He chuckled, walking over to his closet. Seeing him pull out a vibrating dildo, your eyebrow raised. Your husband had never introduced toys with you as your sex was very bland, but with Elvis, it seemed as if he wanted to try different things out. You loved it. You loved the rush of feeling as if your sex life with him would be spontaneous as his lifestyle. 

Elvis walked back over to you, rubbing the vibrating toy along your clit. You gasped loudly, throwing your head back on the piano. Your orgasm was starting to build back up, but you were afraid that he was going to edge you again so you tried your hardest to hold back. It was useless because the way the toy was hitting your clit, sent jolts up your body. He smirked, sliding two of his ring-covered fingers into you, pumping into you at a fast pace. You screamed, shaking along the piano, shaking your head wildly. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy, please! I can’t take it anymore! Please!” You begged as he moved the vibrator along your clit in a circular motion—his fingers still fucking inside of you. Your back arched off of the piano, toes digging in. “I guess I can allow my slut to cum, huh?” He tilted his head, shaking his fingers into your pussy wildly, hitting your spot again and again. “Please, Daddy, I’ll listen... I swear!” You begged, holding on tightly as your orgasm rose higher and higher. “Cum for Daddy, slut.” He moved his fingers faster, and the vibrator moved in long strokes along your clit. 

This was it, you were finally able to chase after your orgasm, and you did. However, it felt as if you were going to pee, which caught you off guard. “Daddy, I have to pee. Please stop.” You moaned out, trying to pull your hips away from his fingers and the vibrating toy that he was currently torturing you with. He laughed, still continuing with his motions. “That’s okay, baby; I will catch it all.” He leaned down, replacing the vibrator with his tongue. You squealed as warm liquid shot out of your pussy, covering Elvis. He moaned, lapping up all of it—not letting one drop hit the piano. He pulled away, sliding his fingers out of you before licking your juices from his fingers. You had never seen something so hot before in your life. This was photo-worthy, but you decided to keep it etched into your memory. He picked up the vibrator, placing it against your lips. “Clean it.” He demanded. You didn’t have to be asked twice as you wrapped your lips around the toy, tasting yourself. 

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This alone turned both you and Elvis on. Elvis pulled the toy from your lips, throwing it over his shoulders as he climbed up on the piano. He needed to be inside you at this very moment. He pulled his robe open, grabbed his hardened cock, rubbing the tip along your entrance. “Ya’ ready for me, baby?” He groaned in your ear as he aligned with your entrance. You groaned, pushing the robe down off of his shoulders just a bit, leaving the material hanging off of his shoulders. He looked sexy—bedroom eyes watching you with amusement. “I’m ready, Daddy, fuck me.” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. Elvis pushed inside of you slowly, his head laying on his chest as he groaned at how you were squeezing him. You mewled, tugging him close to your body—your breasts pressed against his chest as he thrust into you. 

Elvis had been with plenty of women before; some were even famous in their own right. However, he felt differently about you. You were all he thought about that day, leading into when he saw you again at the dinner show. He could remember how you smelled—the shampoo that you used seared into his brain. He thought about how your skin felt under his touch and how you tasted. He had bet that you tasted sweet like peaches, and he was definitely right. He wouldn’t have thought that he would have you writhing underneath him as he thrusted mindlessly into you. He wanted you as many times as he could have you before he would have to let you go, but he didn’t know if he could let you go. Elvis always got what he wanted and he didn’t care what he had to do to get it. At this moment, he wanted you and he would go through any and every one to get you. What he didn’t know however was that someone else already had you. 

Elvis thrusted slowly into you, his hand wrapped around your throat softly. He could have the sight in front him painted—you moaning, head tilted back in ecstasy. You had tears forming in your eyes, gripping the piano as if you would fall off if you didn’t. His robe hung off his shoulders as his thrusts picked up speed, his hand gripping a little tighter along your throat. Your moans caught under his hand, eyes crossing as he hit the right spot inside of you. The tears fell down your cheeks as you begged for him to go faster, harder, anything. Elvis obliged, pounding his hips into you harder, his feet hitting keys on the piano that sounded beautiful along with your moans. His black locks flopped against his forehead, sweat dripping on your body as he continued ravishing your sweet cunt. His hand moved from your throat, gripping your cheeks. Your mouth fell open with a shaky moan, feeling the coil in your stomach begin to pull. 

“Open your mouth wider, lil’ mama. Let Daddy see your tonsils.” He groaned, watching as you opened your mouth wider for him. You weren’t sure what he would do with your mouth, but you were too fucked out to care. Elvis spit into your mouth, hips continuing to thrust into you at a rapid pace at this point, demanding you to swallow what he gave you. You closed your mouth, swallowing his saliva down quickly as he returned to choking you. “I can’t-..” You whimpered out as your coil finally snapped inside of you, sending you headfirst into the longest and hardest orgasm you've ever had. You gripped your hands on his biceps, digging your nails into his skin as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. However, Elvis was not done with you. His hand let go of your throat once again, moving down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing your clit wildly. You gasped at the overstimulated feeling, blood pumping in your ears. You could feel your spirit leave your body at the overwhelming pleasure that he was making you feel. Your husband definitely didn’t hold a candle to Elvis—both physically and sexually. 

The warm feeling in your stomach returned as he continued pounding into you, playing with your cunt. “I can’t take it, Daddy. I can’t take it.” You truly didn’t know if you could handle another orgasm. “You can and you will, slut.” He grunted out, his other hand slapping across your face. Your eyes widened as your lips parted once again. “Again..” You moaned out, wrapping your legs tighter around him. Part of you was appalled that you wanted to be slapped again, but the other half wanted him to be rough with you. You were free, flying on a high that you didn’t need drugs for. He smacked you across the face again, groaning as his hips started to lose the pace he had set. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so you pulled him down to his—licking and biting at his earlobe. He shivered, continuing to push into you. “W-where d-do you want it baby? Inside you or?” He spoke quickly, feeling his orgasm build faster and faster. “Inside me, I don’t care.” You moaned, your own orgasm crashing over you—spurts of your own juices squirting out again against his pelvis. He nodded, grinding his hips into you as he soon came after you. His moans were so hot, causing a shiver to go up your body. You had never had such mind-blowing sex like this before, especially with someone who was not your husband. 

That night, Elvis took you again and again all over his room. You would have lied if you said you didn’t enjoy being used and fucked by him because you begged and pleaded for him. He itched the scratch that you never knew you had, awakening the youth that was long ago locked away when you married your husband. After hours of love-making, Elvis had fallen asleep in his bed, holding you close to him as snores left his lips. You laid there, staring at the ceiling, overwhelmed with feelings that you couldn’t sort out. You had to get out of your marriage, you had to tell Elvis that you were married, and you had to tell your husband that you refused to continue being trapped in a loveless marriage while he was out fucking another women. However, you weren’t any better. You were laying in a bed with Elvis fuckin’ Presley after spending the entire night getting your brains fucked out by him. You had to do something and it had to be soon. You sat up in the bed, sliding out of his embrace. Your heart broke as each step you took out of the bed, into your clothes, and out of his room took its toll on you. 

As you returned to your room that you shared with Lindsay, tears had already begun to fall out of your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to return back to Elvis to make love once more, but you were married. You couldn’t continue doing this to your husband, even if he was already doing it to you. You slid out of your clothes, walking into the bathroom to shower. While you were in the shower, you had thoughts of how you were gonna tell your husband that you didn’t want to be married anymore. Would he let you go? Probably not. He was very much possessive of you, but you didn’t see a problem with it until now. How could you have been so blind that your relationship with him was toxic? How would you tell Elvis that you were a married woman, but you wanted to be with him? You had decided while he had made love to you countless times that you wanted out of your husband’s world and wanted in Elvis’s world. 

After your shower, you slid in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You knew what you had to do, but you didn’t know how you would do it. As you finally drifted off to sleep, you were content of finally becoming free. You were content that everything would be alright. You would soon leave your husband and if Elvis still wanted you, you would be his. You wanted to live your own life, a life that you felt comfortable in. A life where you would live the remaining of your life free. However, what you didn’t know was that there was a price to pay for this freedom. Because as you slept soundly, dreaming of the life you could have with Elvis. Your husband was on the other side of the country, packing his bags to find where his wife had gone. 

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[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Reminder

Summary: Right before you leave to go meet up with Elvis friends to go to a Halloween festival you say something to piss him off. His punishment for you is next level.

Warnings: Mean!Elvis, OVERSTIMULATION (seriously), Pentrative Sex, Face Fucking, Cum holding? (you’ll see), Fuck Machine, Oral (female and male recieving), Jeslousy (reader gets jealous), Snowballing, Passing out, and Squriting.

You're in the bathroom and you smile at the end result as you spend about 2 hours getting ready and you were proud of your accomplishment. “Baby you're almost done in there?” your boyfriend said in his southern drawl. Smiling, you turn and look at him showing off your outfit that was matching with his.

Grabbing your hand he lifts it up. “Give me a twirl lil mama” with a giggle you do a light spin as he whistles in a low tone. “You lookin fine tonight baby, we gotta hurry up and go though everybody is already at Jerry’s house” he explained rushing you out of the bathroom.

Right as you guys were about to make it out of your shared room the phone starts to ring off the hook. Elvis goes to pick it up and you're immediately annoyed by the voice you can hear on the other side of the phone. It was Jenny the girl that was obviously trying to fuck your boyfriend.

She was a friend of the guys which you guess apparently makes her a friend of Elvis. Rolling your eyes you sit on the bed not even wanting to go anymore. “Yeah i’m going to be there Jenny, me and my girl are going to be there.” After she heard Elvis say that she sounded a little annoyed and you got fed up.

“Hang up the phone Elvis” you say to him with an angry look in your eye. If looks could kill he would be 6 feet under by now. “Baby calm down-” he was cut off by the chihuahua that was on the other line. “Elvis, is that your dog in the background? Tell her I said hello” widening your eyes you reach up and snatch the phone right out of his hands.

“Jenny don’t act all tough over the phone as soon as I see you I’m going to fuck you up, and stop calling my mans phone before I- “ you didn’t get to finished your sentence because Elvis hang up and slammed the phone back on the wall looking as angrey as a bull.

“Why do you always give them something to talk about?” he said really calmly “What are you talking about?” you ask tilting your head with a look of confusion. Shaking his head he continues “If I know I love you and you know I love you why do you let the other bullshit bother you?”

You huff of course he wouldn't understand he almost never does. Suddenly he got close to your face “Answer me women” you didn’t know what to say you knew he would never give her the time of day but the fact that she kept trying really irked your soul.

“I don’t know Elvis I just don’t like the fact that she still tries” Elvis let out a deep sigh “ I would never even let her get the chance and the fact that you don’t trust me enough to know that really pisses me off, We were going to have a good time but now that you runied it your not going any going any fucking where.”

Scoffing you look at him “You wouldn’t be saying all this if you were in my shoes, why don’t I just give Daren from the convenience store a call and see if he would like to come to the festival since your going to occupied already maybe this time i’ll actually have a trustworthy man with me.”

Having enough of you he stomps to the closet pulling out a ribbon and he walks over to where you were sitting on the bed and makes you lay in the middle of it. “Take off all of your clothes, this is going to be the only time I tell you.” You listen to him and go to sit down on the bed after you finished with your nipples getting hard at the coldness in the room.

“Since you want to act like you have an untrustworthy man i’m going to show you an untrustworthy man looks like and when I come back were going to show her who I really come back home to at night and who i’ll be making MY wife, but until then you need to learn that we move as one unit, Okay mama” he rambled as he tied your wrist to the top of the bed and moved onto your ankles at the end of the bed.

Watching him you're completely restricted and you can’t move around that much. Elvis goes back into the closet moving deeper into the room and your eyes widen when you notice what he’s pushing out. “Remember that Dildo I had shaped for you when I went on tour, well I got a machine along with it to keep you company and what better time to use it to show you that you'll never going to be able to get rid of me even when i'm not here”

Your legs were all the way open and the Dildo that was attached to the machine and it was able to reach your pussy all the way from the end of your bed. Elvis puts his face in between your legs and you can feel his breath on your center. He sticks his whole tongue inside of you with no warning. Arching your back you can already feel him start to drool on your pussy making it more wet. He flicks his tongue faster on your clit wasting no time trying to get you to your climax.

You buckle your hips as much as you can and you finally come undone as you feel Elvis moan into your pussy. After he’s done riding out your orgasm he positions the dildo inside of you without starting the machine. Unbuckling his pants he moves toward the top of the bed where your head is and takes his cock out and he positions your head where he wants it to be.

He quickly shoves his whole cock into your mouth not caring about your gag reflex and your eyes immediately start to water, ruining your eyeliner and mascara. “I’m going to cum in your mouth and I don’t want you to swallow not even one drop I want you to taste me on your tongue while your getting fucked to obliviation.” Moaning around his length you feel his cock twitch and a flood of cum rushes into your mouth also causing you to choke on it but you keep it in when you remind yourself of Elvis words.

He bends over giving you a kiss to your closed mouth before he uses his thumbs to wipe off the tears on your face. “I love you mama.” he said as he buckled his pants and began walking out the bedroom making sure to put the machine in its highest setting.

You cry out as you hear the door close downstairs knowing that he already left, you were already so sensitive. You didn’t know how you were going to take this much pleasure. All you could hear was your wetness pussy getting strength out by the fast pace machine as you cream on for the first time of the night shaking as you do.

Elvis cum is still warm in your mouth as a drop spills over your lips due to you not trying to moan while the dildo plummets inside of you over and over again. You're on your third orgasm of the night when you feel your walls clench down on the toy and shake as your release hits you like a bus.

Soon after two more orgasms your vision starts to get blurry and your body starts to feel hot as your cum starts to travel past your pussy lips. After one more toe curling orgasm you pass out still feeling the mold of your boyfriend's cock stab your cervix.

TWO HOURS LATER

Elvis finally makes his way home and he immediately goes to check up on you in your shared bedroom. When he makes it inside he is completely turned on by the sight of your completely fucked out eyes and your legs wide open.

Walking over to you he cups his hands around your face as he starts to scatter kisses everywhere. You wake up with a whine making sure not to spill his cum as he finally attaches his lips to yours mixing his cum and both of your saliva together. When you break apart a thick string of a mix of saliva and cum connects you guys as the machine is still going and you swallow the remaining cum in your mouth before you cry out trying to free yourself of the ribbon that was around your wrist and legs.

Elvis reaches over and turns off the machine looking at your swollen abused pussy he starts to coo at you. “Aw you did such a good job for me mama can you please give me one more? This time it will be with my cock and then we can go to sleep and we can sleep in all day tomorrow. How does that sound mama?”

You nod your head not wanting to talk, your throat was already feeling scratchy. “Thank you so much baby, I’m going to make you feel so good” He moves to untie your wrist and your ankles and after he takes off all of his clothes. He also goes to dial a number on the phone and lays it down on the dresser right next to the bed.

Getting in between your legs for the second time tonight he wastes no time with entering his cock inside of you, hissing at the contact he moves a little slower with a smile on his face. “Your so fucking beautiful how could you ever think I could go for another, your the only one for me, okay baby?” Elvis preached with nothing but love and admiration in his voice.

“I don’t know baby I’m sorry for saying all those things earlier, I know that we belong to each other and I’m happy that you respect that” you said with your voice quivering because the feeling of euphoria was hitting 10 times harder now that Elvis was inside of you.

“It my job as a man to take you feel like your the only one and you are the only one for me, fuck anyone else that tries to get in between us” he picked up he pace now all you could hear is your skin slapping together all through the room.

“Oh Elvis I’m going to cum baby” Elvis groans as he feels himself about it fall over the edge as well “I am too where do you want me baby?” “Inside please make me a mother Elvis!” You squealed as you felt the tension snap in your lower abdomen as you released all over yourself, Elvis and the bed that you share together.

Soon after your boyfriend comes inside you and makes sure to keep his cum inside as you guys take deep breaths after the release you guys just experienced. He lays next to you and starts to brush your hair out of your face humming a new song he’s working on.

Suddenly you hear an annoying high pitch voice disturb you guys out of your bliss. “Fuck you Elvis!” Jenny yelled before the line went to bed. You and Elvis face each other for a couple of seconds for the two of you burst out in laughter.

After a couple of minutes you guys settle down. “I love you lil mama” Elvis said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead “I love you Elvis” you said as you snuggled deep into his chest going into a peaceful slumber with the love of your life by your side.

Please let me know how you guys like this one ☺️

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey Masterlist

Milk & Honey 

[Austin!Elvis x Black!OC] [Completed] -  The year is 1954. Honey James has recently moved her and her mother to Memphis, Tennessee to secretly pursue her passion for music. However, now living in a bustling city, she is quickly met with the harsh realities of what it means to be mixed race during her time. After constant rejection, she finally manages to get employed as a cleaner at one of Beale Street’s most inventive and poppin’ nightclubs, Club Handy, where she hopes to one day perform. Unfortunately for Honey, her road to fame faces even more sinkholes when she reunites with an old friend turned pop star that shows her a whole new world of difficulties and fears regarding the limelight and what it’s like to find love as a black woman in the deep south.

Warning: This story contains consistent race related conversations/issues, sexual topics, and swearing

Prologue  |  Ch. 1  |  Ch. 2  |  Ch. 3  |  Ch. 4  |  Ch. 5  |  Ch. 6  |  Ch. 7  |  Ch. 8  |  Ch. 9 (Part 1)(Part 2)  |  Ch. 10  |  Ch. 11  |  Ch. 12  |  Ch. 13  |  Ch. 14  |  Ch. 15  |  Ch. 16  |  Ch. 17  |  Ch. 18  |  Ch. 19  |  Ch. 20  |  Ch. 21 (Part 1)(Part 2)  |  Ch. 22  |  Ch. 23  |  Ch. 24  |  Ch. 25  |  Ch. 26  |  Ch. 27

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[l-eternity-l]

-Loving You

summary. - when a young lady has a little bit too much to drink, a certain singer comes to her rescue.

pairing. - Elvis x Black OC

warnings. - age gap, alcohol, creepy dude

word count. - 3k

author's note. - ahhh okay guys this is my first fic. I'm honestly thinking about turning this into a long series because I already have an idea for a few more chapters. The only thing is I don't know what name to give the character so I literally just named her after me, but I really want to change it. I hope you guys enjoy!!! (also feel free to send request!!)

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MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE 1957 The Country Club

    MERCEDES clapped her hands together as her brothers finished rehearsing their new hit song.

  "You guys sound great," she tells her brothers as people walk onto the little stage at the front of the building, fixing the boy's microphones and retuning instruments.

  "We did just as expected" Luther breathed out "everyone was off-key, not to mention Raymond forgot the damn words" he takes a quick sip of his water before handing it to Mercedes.

"Oh, can it Luther!" Raymond speaks up "why don't you focus on whatever the hell you need to do and stay the hell outta my business" Luther sends him a harsh glare.

  "This is my business Raymond, fuck it's all of our business. These people pay us to put on a good show".

"Okay, so what!" Raymond becomes more frustrated by the second "all you ever wanna do is please some white man by dancing and singing like a damn fool, you ever realize I don't put effort into this shit because I don't care!" he throws his water onto the ground before storming off the stage. Mercedes sighs.

  "Why do you guys always have to do this" before her brother can respond she keeps going "always doin' something right before you have to perform. you know he may not be coming back" Luther shrugs.

  As far as everyone was concerned, Luther cared more about the music industry than anyone in the world-- blasting music and putting his all into everything the band did.

  He played the instruments, mixed the records, and wrote most of the lyrics. people may say that he takes some things too seriously but Luther never cared--he was going to be a star and no one would hold him back from that. not even his own family.

  "As if we need him, if push comes to shove we pull you up here and make Jerome a back up".

  "Hey" Jerome yells out "don't punish me for what ray did" Luther just shrugs him off, walking over to his brother Ronnie "Raymond just needs a second to calm down, he’ll come back after he's had a smoke" The boy tries his best to reason with his angry brother.

  Jerome and Mercedes were less than a year apart, their parents not being able to wait another second to try for a girl.

  Even though he's one of the lead singers, people still tend to forget about him, especially his mother.

  Jerome has no interest in being famous--by the time he was born his brother had already started their carer singing outside of their father's barbershop to bring attention to it. Jerome's real dream is to become a pilot --singing is just a small hobby to him.

  "I don't know why you ain't performing now Sadie" Ronnie speaks up causing the young girl to roll her eyes and lean up against the stage with her arms crossed.

  "Because the women specifically asked for a male quartet. those poor girls have a hard enough time keeping their men from cheating under their own roof, much less outside of it" she picks at the skin around her nails in boredom.

  Mercedes has always been the most outspoken of the siblings, the exact opposite of what her mother wants from her. The only one their mother actually likes is Ronnie.

  Ronnie is the quiet sibling, he does whatever his mother says--doesn't matter if it's something small as bringing her the TV remote that's right next to her, or big as donating a kidney, Ronnie would do it in a heartbeat.

  Even though he does all of this for his mother, it doesn't save him from being called ungrateful and useless--but that's just how things went in the Estelle household.

  "If it were up to me you'd replace Raymond right now, he's sloppy and he doesn't care about anything or anyone," Ronnie says fixing his bow tie in the reflection of a mirror.

  In the boys' defense, Raymond has been causing issues lately. if he's not showing up to rehearse late then he's off with some girl, it drives their mom crazy, which only causes her to snap at the rest of them.

  Raymond wasn't always like this. As a child, he was charming and loved to sing and dance when company came over. it wasn't until his mom and dad started fighting, he came a little devil.

  Raymond has gone through more than the other siblings--having to be the one who dealt with their mom and her outburst when dad had got done beating on her. When their dad had just died and their mom left, Raymond was the one to take care of everyone.

  After all these years, Raymond's care for anyone but himself faded, and so did his relationship with his family.

  "You know mama wouldn't let that happen. He has a great voice, he just doesn't like to perform. Thinks it's silly" Mercedes reminds her brother "besides, he's just angry because it's gettin' late and he ain't had dinner yet".

  "Well, he needs to get over it because people are gonna start showin' up soon. We've only got a few minutes of rehearsal time left" the girl pushes off of the stage.

  "I'll go try and find him, you guys just keep practicing".

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  Mercedes wanders around the expensive country club in an attempt to find her oldest brother.

  After what felt like hours but was only a couple of minutes, she found him leaning against their car with a freshly lit cigarette between his lips.

  "I ain't goin' back in there" Raymond starts before his sister even gets the chance to speak "I ain't gonna make a fool of myself for all of those people. singin' bout love and rainbows and girls all while swayin' back and forth and dancin'".

   He takes a long drag of smoke before continuing "I'm gonna quit and tell momma to go get somebody else to do it. I ain't doin' this shit no more!".

  "Are you done," Mercedes ask, unamused by his outburst "because you have a show to do and all of your brothers are waiting on you to stop throwing yourself a pity party" he shakes his head.

  "You're just as bad as the rest of them Sadie. if you think doing dumb shit like this is what's gonna help us be famous then you go and do it. I know father wouldn't have wanted this for us, he wanted us to be stars, not clowns" he take another long drag "and I ain't gonna be a clown no more".

  "I don't care what you wanna do or what you don't wanna do, it's about what you gotta do. Fathers gone and Mommas crazy, we gotta make ends meet somehow" the boy tosses his cigarette on the ground and crushes it with his heel.

  "I can't keep on doin' this stuff Sadie. I wanna be able to do what I want with my life, not what momma wants." Much as Mercedes wanted to tell her brother he could do that, she also didn't want to lie to him.

  "Look I don't like the way momma does stuff around here either, but as long as we live under her roof, we have to do what she says." he runs his hand through his thick hair "We need you ray" she places his hand on his arm "Only for a few more years, then we can stop doing shows and just make music" he lets out a long sigh.

  "Let's just head back," he slides his hands in his pockets and starts to walk away from the car, Mercedes next to him "Mamas gonna be here in a few minutes and if I'm not there she'll just take it out on y'all".

"See now you're using your brain" his large hand forcefully shoves her away from him "Oww, what the hell-".

"Go find somethin' to do while we rehearse, you look like you wanna put a pistol in your mouth just sitting there".

If Mercedes was being completely honest, her brother wasn't wrong. they've all performed together since childhood, her and Jerome switching who'd lead, often doing duets. Any time Mercedes didn't get the chance to perform she felt an extreme sense of jealousy. Her mother only ever took her out saying it looked better with the boys singing, the boys are too tall and she doesn't fit in, and that four people on stage looked better than five. All this did was make Mercedes want to perform more.

  Mercedes and her mother didn't have the most loving relationship. After Luther was born, all Her dad ever talked about was having a girl-- after begging for years she agreed but they had another boy. This only fueled his want for a little girl more and they immediately had another child, even though Grace never wanted more than 3 kids. Soon after Mercedes was born, her father passed away from an unknown illness-- leaving her mother alone with 5 kids. Because of this Grace had resented her youngest child for years. Mercedes being unruly and never taking no for answer, only made this situation worse.  

She walked around the country club for a few minutes, trying to find something to cure her growing boredom. She feels an arm brush against her and quickly moves over to give the person more room, only they don't walk away. Mercedes glances up at the culprit. The man was older, maybe 25-35, with jet-black hair that was combed over and slicked down. you could see the gel glistening from the lights. He held a cigarette in his hand and sported a kind yet devious smirk.

"I'm sorry sir" Mercedes voices, quick to apologize in an attempt to avoid conflict. he waves his hand as if to dismiss her apology.

"Don't worry honey, it was my fault. What are you doin' here anyways" his gentle voice surprised Mercedes. Though the girl has never had a bad interaction with a white person before, she had heard many war stories of what her people go through on a daily basis-- this lead her to avoid them as much as humanly possible. "don't seem like the kind of place you'd find a nice young lady such as yourself," thought every cell in Mercedes's body told her to run away from the man, something else was begging her to stay--to figure out what it was this man wanted.

"I'm here with my brothers, they're performing tonight" he slowly nods his head.

"And they left you all alone out here, all by yourself" he sets his hand on her arm, a gesture that would normally make her pull away with fear, but the kind smile on his face seemed to soothe the thoughts that ran through her head.

"What? don't think I can take of myself" she says dripping with fake innocence. his smile grows.

"Oh the exact opposite," he moves his arm around to the small of her back, leading her away from where they stood "Why don't you come sit with me and my friends while you wait for your brothers, they're right over here," thought the situation feels off, Mercedes doesn't really have anything else to do at this party-- Not to mention, she loves the thrill of a little danger.

...

  Surprisingly, she ends up having a good time, talking to the men along with some of their girlfriends. They talk about music and performing while they sip on their expensive drinks. the night was going well and her brothers were putting on a good show, even though Raymond looked like he wanted to die the entire time. She sat beside the man she had met earlier, James. He had his arm resting on the back of her chair as he bragged about his yacht club and how much his soap company makes in a month. Even though Mercedes couldn't give a shit about his boat and his money, she did enjoy the drinks that the man kept handing her, Loving the burn of her stomach as she sipped on the fruity cocktails. One of the boy's songs comes to an end as Mercedes laughs at another one James' corny jokes. normally she wouldn't have, but her intoxication could make her laugh at a blank wall.

  "So," he pulls the drink away from her lips "why don't we get out of here" he runs his course hand up and down her knee, going a bit further each time "we should head someplace a bit more private". though Mercedes was so out of it she could barely form a sentence, she knew when something sounded sketchy. and in that very moment, she realized just how close he was to her. she clears her throat, sliding her chair a bit further away.

  "Yeah," she pushes his hand off of her leg, "I think I'm gonna have to pass on that" She lets out a nervous giggle as she takes another sip of her drink.

  "Don't be like that, I bought you all of these drinks and you're not gonna give me something in return" he leans to place a kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear "Come on baby, I'll take you to my boat."

  "Sorry Captian, guess I'm not the girl you took me for" the man plasters on a fake smile, sliding his hand back onto her knee.

  "Why don't you have another drink, maybe then you'll change your mind" she pushes him off again, the chair letting out a loud cry as she stands with haste.

  "I've gotta go check on my brothers, I'll be back later" Mercedes says in an attempt to remove herself from the situation. She shoots the others at the table a quick smile before she quickly maneuvers her way through the crowd with unsteady feet, using the wall as a crutch. A sea of various people occupied the dance floor as she tries her best to make it to a less crowded area. The girl spots some public restrooms not too far away and makes her way toward them, stumbling with every step. Once she's there she lies against the side of the building before sinking to the plush grass, resting her head against the smooth concrete wall, a nauseating feeling overcoming her. Mercedes knew that people got drunk, hell she had to carry Raymond back into the house several times, but what she didn't know was how it felt. Her vision was clouded and her head was pounding. it felt as though her world was spinning. For a second, she even wondered if the man had slipped something inside her drink. The distant sounds of toilets flushing could be heard as she tried her best to regain her composure.

  "You okay there?" a southern voice draws her out of her dazed state. Mercedes looks up to yet another white man with slicked-back hair, only this time it was a bit longer and more in his face. though she felt like she really shouldn't be talking to him, the alcohol had clouded her judgment.

  "Umm... no. I don't know" Mercedes drops her head into her hands "I drank," she tells him.

  He lets out a slight chuckle "Well I can see that" he sits down next to her, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here all alone?" he asks. Mercedes knows this trick all too well--in fact, she had experienced this trick less than two hours ago.

"I ain't gonna leave with you" her words slurred together, getting to the point as soon as possible.

"I ain't tryna take you anywhere honey, just wanted to make sure you aren't here alone. My name is Elvis, what's yours?".

"Sadie, and I'm not alone, 'm here with my mom and my brothers. There performing tonight." he hums.

"Your brothers are the Estelle's" the girl nods "I used to play basketball with them. I remember when you were just a baby. Your momma let you drink at this age?" he asked tilting his head. she shakes no.

  "No, she doesn't. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her" he raises his brows, amused at the girl's response.

  "Guess no one can tell you anything huh?" Elvis's voice was laced with sarcasm. Mercedes- not finding his little joke too funny, rolls her eyes.

  "What do you want" you'd swear you could see the annoyance radiating from the girl's body.

  "As I said before, I just wanna make sure you're okay" The girl scoffs as she tries to push herself back to her feet, failing miserably. Luckily Elvis helped her before she slid back down the wall.

  "Well, you can go find some other dame to save because I'm fine" The amusing thing is that Mercedes is definitely not fine, seeing as the only thing holding her up is Elvis.

  "I'll believe that when hell freezes over." he moves her arm around his shoulder for support before he leads begins to lead her away from the restrooms "Don't worry little girl, I'm gonna take you to your momma" she immediately starts to resist against his attempts to move.

  "No!" she says franticly "Are you crazy? If she finds out she'll beat me 'till I'm black and blue" Elvis stops for a moment, trying to think of a better option.

  "Okay, then I'll go get your brothers. How 'bout that?" Elvis offers.

  "No they'll kill me too " she argues "If they find out I was talking to a man they'd...they'd...oh, I don't know what they'd do but I know it wouldn't be pretty."

  "Look I gotta tell somebody, I can't just leave you sitting here drunk outta your mind!" Mercedes lets out a frustrated sigh "I don't care how mad it makes you you've gotta chose somebody. So who will it be? Your brothers or your mom?" Though both options sounded like a death wish, she knew that her brothers wouldn't lay a hand on her-- the most they would do is yell at her for a few hours and act distant for a day or two.

  "My brothers have an intermission in a few minutes, they usually smoke by the car." Mercedes reluctantly tells him, slightly pissed at the fact he's so hell-bent on getting her in trouble today.

PART TWO IS POSTED!!

[shes-nott-me]

Everything You Want

Elvis x Black! Background Singer OC

Upon stumbling across a once in a lifetime opportunity, Mercedes finds herself on the road to her dream life, although she’s alongside a questionable passenger

Trigger warnings: none for this part, eventual smut and dark themes

Once again, look at my gorgeous OC

I’m making my way to class, humming softly as I go, but, suddenly, I’m interrupted by the sound of a man's voice “Excuse me miss,” I stop to look at him, puzzled. “Are you for auditions?” I nod abruptly, pretending to know what he was talking about.

“Of course, I just need help getting to where I need to be.” He escorted me to security, where they pat me down, give me a number, and see me to the waiting room, where I see a bunch of other girls doing vocal warm-ups, practicing songs, and other pre-performance rituals. I listen to a conversation between two other girls, just to get a bit of insight, to no avail. I needed to take matters into my own hands.

I pull a honey stick out of my bag, bite it open, and make my way to the closest girl sitting alone, doing nothing. “Y’know, I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church, I’m so nervous.” the girl looks at me, her number is 128.

“Believe me, you're not the only one.” she smiles “this was so short notice, nobody had time to prepare.”

“Trust me, no one feels less prepared than me.” I chuckle.

“But you can’t really blame them, how were they supposed to know Myrna would get sick.” I’m somehow more confused than when I started this conversation, who the fuck is Myrna, why didn’t she have an understudy, was Myrna the understudy? But I keep that thought to myself, nodding for her to continue. “But, I’ll be damned if I miss the opportunity to sing backup for Elvis Presley.” My eyes widened in shock, I was less prepared than I thought, I was under the impression that this was for a small production or something along those lines.

“I know right, as soon as I heard, I packed my things and got on the first plane from Boston.”

“I’m skipping class to be here.” we share a laugh

“Too bad it’s only a temporary gig,” she says disappointed.

“Look on the bright side, a temporary gig like this could open doors to not-so-temporary gigs.” I try to lift her spirits.

“I like the way you think.” she pauses. “I’m Jackie by the way.” she extends a hand out to me.

“Mercedes,” I say taking her hand.

Kaycee and I spend the next few hours talking ‘bout our families, where we grew up, and doing vocal exercises together.

We were interrupted by the guard calling the next number. “127, you’re on deck” he pauses “127” realizing that's me I stand up, and the guard ushers me backstage to wait. I eat another honey stick, to relieve some of the pressure. The girl ahead of me is really good, her voice is light, with a bit of rasp, a stark contrast to my clear and full sound.

“Thank you, Kaycee, Red will escort you back into the waiting room now.” I hear a familiar southern drawl, as I step out onto the stage, waving both my hands. “Hi, number 127.” omg Elvis just said hi to me, is the only thought going through my mind.

I mumble out a soft “Hi” whilst looking down at my shoes.

“What’s your name, Darlin?” Elvis smiles.

“Mercedes Phillips” I make eye contact.

“Age?”

“I’m 19, but I’ll be 20 in 4 months.” I rush

“Well, ain’t you cute?” My face heats up at his words.

“Thank you.” I giggle, my voice is small.

“What song ya singin?”

“Dr. Feelgood by Aretha Franklin.” they look skeptical,

“Whenever you're ready.” I take a couple steps back, take a few deep breaths, and start singing.

“I don’t want, nobody.” My voice is shaky and small, I can see the instant disappointment across Elvis, and The Sweet Inspirations faces, I pull myself together with my next breath. “Always.” My voice is full as ever. I close my eyes and continue with the song.

“I dig ya but I just don’t have the time.” By the middle of the song, it’s a full-on performance, It felt like it was just me in the room.

I open my eyes to see Elvis’s dark ones boring into me, I challenge his eye contact. “Don’t send me no doctor.” I sway my hips to the music. “Fillin’ me up with all of those pills” I sway once more. “I got me a man named Dr. Feelgood.” I close my eyes while I mimic a moan into the mic. “That man takes care of all of my pains and my ills”.

“And after one visit to Dr. Feelgood.” my eyes me Elvis’ again. “You’ll understand why Feelgood is his name.” I mock moan one more time, but maintain eye contact this time. “Good God Almighty, the man sure makes me feel real.” I pause, taking a breath while crawling towards Elvis with half-lidded eyes “Good” I finish, my eyes holding his. Upon the song ending, I retract back into my normal not-so-bold self.

“Well, damn, if we pick ya, you’re gonna sing me out of Vegas.” I focus my gaze down on my shoes, shaking my head.

“Don’t get shy on me now Darlin.” I smile at Elvis’ words. I start turning around to go back to the waiting room. “One more thing, and I hope you don’t mind me pointing this out.” he pauses “But, your tongue is bluer than the sky, hun”

I clasp my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry sir, I ate a blue raspberry honey stick, without thinking.” I heard him chuckle as I’m escorted back.

I’m picking out my hair when I see Jackie come back from her audition. “How do you think it went?” I question.

“Good, but you’re a tough act to follow?” she says still out of breath.

“Oh, stop, you’re just sayin’ that.” I lightly push her shoulder.

“Oh, no, I’m not, you should’ve seen his face when you walked off, he was breaking his neck, just to see you walk away,” Jackie pauses. “If anything your ass alone is gonna get you a spot.” she laughs.

Another hour or two passes and another girl joins our conversation. “You should've seen him “When I said I was singing “If I Can Dream,’” a girl named Jessica, Number 98, laughs. “He was stunned.” She pauses. “He was even more stunned when I finished, which I can only hope is a positive.” A giggle escapes our lips.

“No, You should’ve seen his face when she was walking.” Jackie says, Motioning toward me “It was priceless.” I roll my eyes. “I mean I couldn’t see it, But I could tell that thang,” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Was thangin.” we all burst out laughing.

“Well, I can't help it,” I say wiggling my ass slightly from my spot on the floor, causing the three of us to burst into a fit of giggles.

Our laughter is cut short by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Good afternoon ladies.” I hear a specific southern gentleman say. I turn to face him. “Thank y’all for coming out today, Unfortunately, I can’t pick all of you.” He pauses, Making eye contact with me, I smile. “But we have narrowed it down to five.” he pauses, pulling out a small piece of paper. “If I call your name, please stand up.” he takes a breath. “Can I get number four; Nicole Richards, Number twelve; Misty Jones, number 75; Sarah Bush, Number 98; Jessica Davis, and Number 127; Mercedes Phillips.” I could cry, what started as a small misunderstanding, turned into what could possibly be the biggest opportunity of my entire life. I waved to Jackie, who had given me her number earlier.

While I walk out of the room I hear a low voice whisper “I saw that” into my ear.” It takes me a moment to process what he’d said, but upon realization, I look down, face hot.

“Alright to make this decision, we need to see how you sing with the rest of us.” Elvis pauses “Y’all sang well, individually, but it's important that you don’t get outshined.” he looked at Misty. “Or outshine one of these lovely ladies.” he looks me dead in the eyes.

We each take turns singing ‘That's all right’ with Elvis and The Sweet Inspirations. After being taught the part. “Alright, thank you, ladies, we’ll take some time to discuss, y’all can grab refreshments in the waiting room.”

I sit with Jessica Chugging water. We sit in silence, both of us too nervous to speak. We sit for 15 minutes until we hear the clicking of the door. “After a lot of consideration, we’ve decided to go with Mercedes.” Instantly tears stream down my face. “Thank you, for your time, ladies,” Elvis says as the girls start to file out. “C’mere, Darlin.” He takes me in his arms, tears still flowing.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” I sob into his chest.

“I knew it was you from the moment you walked onto that stage, sweetheart.” he rubs my back. Now why don’t you drive back, change into something more comfortable, and meet here in a few hours to discuss some thangs, how’s six.” I nod, gather my things and walk through the door, feeling eyes on me the whole time.

[friedwangsss]

for the lph universe I was thinking 1. They finally dance like the grown folks they saw in part 1 or 2. Elvis showers her with gifts and treats they both liked from childhood idk

i like 2 so let’s see..

usually you wouldn’t be woken up by the sound of knocking on your door at 10 at night, but since you were downstairs on the couch and you had fallen asleep to the television playing softly in the background, it wasn’t shocking for you.

you were worried at first, who would be knocking at this time of night? you were curious if it had been your momma who’d forgotten her keys, but she’d usually call and tell you to be ready to open the door.

another knock resounded on the door and you were snapped back to reality and you knew you’d just have to hope nothing bad was on the other side of the door.

you thought to peek out the window first and when you did, you were greeted with a pink cadillac in the driveway.

“presley.” you whispered to yourself, a smile crossing your face.

you unlocked the lock on the front door and opened the door, met with a broad back and slicked down black hair. “well, what’s a fine thing like you doing on my porch in the late night, sir?” you smirked when elvis turned to face you, a small box in his left hand.

“y/n, so sorry to bother you, doll. i should’ve called but i couldn’t wait.” he smiled down at you and leaned to kiss your forehead. “can i come in?”

wordlessly you let him in and made sure he took off his shoes (your momma could spot a speck of dust with her eyes closed) and closed the door quietly behind him.

“what’s in the box, love?” you sat down on the couch and he joined you just as your favorite show, “I Love Lucy”, turned on. “better not be another gift, you know i don’t want you spending allat money on me!”

elvis sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep anything from you. it’s not his fault he kept buying you gift after gift, you were just so gosh darn sweet. “i’m sorry, baby. you know i love you too much to not wanna get you anything. but i promise this’ll be the last thing i get you.. for now.”

you rolled your eyes and smiled nonetheless, “well, let me see what you got me.”

he handed you the box and you opened the top. you were immediately speechless.

inside was a gold necklace with the initials “EP” on them in match gold letters. “elvis, my goodness, this is so beautiful.”

“you like it?” he asked with a small smile.

“like? el, i love it. this is so sweet, thank you.”

“anything for you, mama.” he kissed your cheek and took the necklace out the box so he could put it around your neck. “now, wherever i go or wherever you go, i’ll always be there with you.”

you fiddled gently with the letters and turned back to face elvis, “i wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.” you kissed his lips and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

when he pulled away, he turned to the TV. “now, this is my favorite episode of this show.”

you giggled at him, “since when have you watched “I Love Lucy”? you’ve never told me.”

“well, i watch it cause you do.”

you rolled your eyes and laughed. “ok, elvis.”

“i love you, y/n.”

you smiled while watching the TV. “i love you too.”

[mamasturn]

send you away, major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven (masters of the air) x black fem oc (eden marie cleven)

content: eden is anxious about having to be separated from her husband when he reveals that he has to serve in England.

an: I was burnt out from writing elvis content, but, now we're on masters of the air content, yay!

“I’m sorry, baby, but I gotta go.” His voice was a song sung by an old church choir; soothing, warm like her mama’s hugs, then it got disruptive. Like the snares of the drums as the song reached a climax. “They need us in England.” 

The pained look on her face would be engrained in his mind forever. There would be no way for him to forget it. Her thick eyebrows eat in a deep frown, pushing the rest of her features further down. Her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, glistened with tears. She refused to blink. The gentle rivers would transition to monstrous waterfalls with no dam to keep them at bay. And her lips, full and swollen from tender kisses, quivered as she clenched her jaw to keep her composure. 

“For how long?” Her voice was quiet. Gale sighed heavily and ran a heavy hand through his hair. If he had an answer, he’d give it to her. But, his silence spoke loud enough. She hummed and brushed his hand off her lap and began to trudge upstairs. A defeated sigh came from him. 

“E,” Gale called out. He followed her up the wooden steps. “Eden!” 

His large hand palmed their bedroom door that threatened to push him out. The lamp on her side of the bed was on, the blankets on the left side were pulled back, and she stood in front of the mounted mirror brushing her freshly pressed hair. Her sad expression had morphed into one like stone. He could see her jaw tick as each second passed. 

Gale took slow steps toward her. He could only imagine what she was thinking. Her husband, whom she’d only been married to for six months, was being shipped off to England to assist them in bringing down Germany. How coulde she not be upset? 

Gale stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His advances didn’t keep her from wrapping her hair and tossing her satin scarf around her head. He leaned down, nose brushing against the shell of her ear. Eden’s breath hitched. His lips followed, pecking at the sensitive area below her ear. He pulled at her skin with his teeth and she whimpered softly, her hand falling on top of his. “Gale…” A warning. 

“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “Please.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said after some time. “I knew what I got into when I married you but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared, Gale!” Finally, she turned to meet his gaze. So big and blue, they were. Filled with sympathy and remorse. 

“I knew what I was getting into when I married you, but still! I gotta send my husband away and I don’t want to think about the day where someone could knock on the door telling me--”

Gale shushed her softly and pressed her body against his in a tight embrace. His warm hand gripped her chin and tapped softly. She met his eyes. “So let’s not think about that. I leave in three weeks. We’re gonna focus on making these three weeks worthwhile, and we’ll cross the other bridge when we get to it. But I’ll always be with you one way or another, you know that, darlin’. You do know that, don’t you?”

Eden nodded. Gale raised an eyebrow. “I know, baby.” 

Gale hummed and drew invisible lines along the bare skin other thigh. The lace of her slip tickled her leg. His hand inched up slowly. “How about we practice for that final send off?” 

Eden smiled knowingly and broke away from him, peeling the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders her bare body on display. “C’mon, we’ve got all night.” 

All night indeed.

[ranaissingle]

Right Here

Masterlist

Summary: The reader and Austin spend a day at home when the Oscar nominations come out and the reader comforts an insecure Austin the day before. Rating: T (it is straight fluff and I eat that shit up) Pairings: Austin x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/N: I haven't posted in like a week bc I couldn't find inspiration but I need more soft Austin content to think about so this is what you guys get instead of Coffee or Tea Pt. 5 lol (Which is the last part by the way and I am currently suffering from writer's block so I'm doing this to distract myself. ) Reader has almost no body descriptors like race, body parts, weight, etc.

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Austin had been counting the days until the Oscar nominations and had run himself ragged in the process. He googled when they would be released at least 4 times a day and consulted his manager about the likelihood of his nomination in the time between. As much as Austin tried to convince himself he didn't care, he hadn't fooled anyone; not even himself.

You were content to watch him at first and assumed it was a natural part of being an actor; you weren't sure what you could do to ease his stress, to begin with. But after the dreaded day drew nearer, Austin's anxiety had shot through the roof and multiplied tenfold. You couldn't bare to watch him wallow in his own misery or stress himself out any longer. So the afternoon before the Oscar nominations were to come out and Austin's anxiety was at an all-time high, you would make your move.

You had planned a delicious at-home dinner followed by a movie and a relaxing day in bed. You had prepared a delicious bolognese sauce with mini bowtie pasta (Austin's favorite) accompanied by a tasty fruit cake for dessert.

You had really outdone yourself.

Austin was due to come back from the day's interview at 6:45 which was perfect for dinner at 7.

You had just finished lighting the dinner candles and switching off the lights when Austin tumbled into the door looking worn out and stressed to high heaven.

You walked up to the door to take his coat and kiss his cheek.

"Welcome home love, how was work?" This had become a routine; Austin would tumble in, you would take his coat, kiss his cheek, and then ask how his day was. That routine was one of Austin's few consistencies in his hectic life and he looked forward to your soft smile and breathy voice during his entire commute home.

"It was alright darlin' how was yours?", he placed his hand on your waist and drew you closer.Just as Austin finished his question to you, it seemed he noticed the lack of fluorescent lighting in the apartment.

"What's up with all the lights not being o-" He set his eyes on the dinner table set with the best dishware and china, the long thin candles lit in the middle, and the unopened bottle of red wine occupying the end of the table.

"You've been so stressed lately and it's taking a toll on your health," you reached up to place your hand on his cheek and swiped your thumb over the discolored skin under his eyes.

"I'm worried about you is all, so I made us dinner and I have a movie qued for us to watch after." Austin gradually wrapped his arms tighter and tighter as you spoke. Eventually, his head landed in your neck and you felt his breaths tickling your clavicle.

"Thank ya darlin' I love ya so much, ya know that?" His voice was ragged. Austin loved being taken care of, but he wouldn't tell anyone that and you loved taking care of him. It was a win-win situation.

You pulled your face away from him to grasp his hands in yours and lead him to the table.

"Darlin this smells delicious, did ya make pasta?"

"Just how you like it, my love." Austin's smile was breathtaking and he looked more alive in that moment than he had in the 2 weeks before.

Austin pulled out your chair before walking around to the table to pull out his own. He tried the pasta and all but moaned in approval.

"Darlin' this is amazing! I swear you cook this better each time." You were glad the hours spent over the stove reducing the sauce with spices and herbs had the desired effect.

"I'm glad you like it Austin! I called up my mom to get some better tips for making a meat sauce. I'm glad the work paid off." You giggled as Austin continued to shovel spoon after spoon of the delicious pasta into his mouth.

Dinner went by pleasantly with both of you conversing about whatever came to mind. Both your legs were intertwined under the table and Austin fidgeted with your hand where it rested on the table.

You both made it through the main course accompanied by the wine and when it came time for dessert, Austin decided he wanted to spoon-feed you the fruit cake as a 'thank you' for all the hard work you had put in to prepare a delicious meal for him.

Austin had been drained and tired for what felt like an eternity but it seems an afternoon with you and a home-cooked meal was all he needed to recover.

Austin had asked you three times to let him help you with the dishes but you had profusely refused and all but shoved him into your bedroom as you told him to relax and kissed his forehead.

"I can take care of the dishes myself and I'll just be putting them in the dishwasher anyway." You waved your hand to emphasize how light the work would be.

Austin frowned but eventually let out an "Alright darling whatever you say." accompanied by a heavy sigh and a 'thank you' kiss on your temple.

You did the dishes in record time because you wanted to spend some time with Austin before his eventual crash. He wasn't going to last through the whole movie as was evident by his eye bags and already drooping eyelids.

You crossed the living room and opened the door to your shared bedroom. Austin had changed into his pajamas and was tucked under the covers while he read one of his mystery novels.

"Hey, baby," you spoke as you entered the room and Austin perked up, "I was thinking, we can still watch the movie if you want but you're looking a little tired and I don't want to keep you up, especially when you need all the rest you can get. So, what do you choose?"

"Could we just cuddle and go to sleep? I am feelin' pretty tired." He tilted his head in the most endearing way as he asked and you were happy to satisfy his request.

You crawled into the bed and opened the blanket and your arms to invite Austin into a hug. His smile was breathtaking as he practically threw his book onto the nightstand and shimmied under the sheets to get closer to you.

His head found purchase in your neck yet again and his arms wrapped around you to hold your hips in his embrace. You settled one hand on his back to rub circled on his spine while the other raked its way through his soft locks. You knelt your head down to whisper how proud you were of him, how much you loved him, and how he had nothing to worry about because he was guaranteed an oscar nomination tomorrow. He kissed your necks over and over as you spoke and only buried himself further into your form when you finished speaking.

The dim street lights reflecting into the room and the lavender diffuser you had on at all times calmed Austin. He eventually relaxed in your embrace and spoke a mumbled "I love you" before finally nodding off.

"I love you more."

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The sunlight streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and illuminated the room with a soft and warm light. The both of you were still fast asleep in the position you had slept in the night before; although Austin seemed to be nestled impossibly closer to you. He had fallen asleep in record time and had not woken up in a cold sweat once during the entire night. His dreams were filled with mundane days spent at home and your smile took center stage in his every thought.

Alas, although you and Austin had both forgotten what day today was, his manager had not been so lucky. The Oscar nominations had been released in the early morning and you both had slept ever soundly through it. Taylor, Austin's manager, had been awake at the crack of dawn refreshing her inbox and the official oscar website. As soon as the nominations dropped, she picked up her cell to call Austin. It took her 4 attempts before your sleep-ridden voice made its way into her receiver.

You picked the phone up to your ear and mumbled a broken

"Hello?"

" OH MY GOD THANK GOODNESS SOMEONE ANSWERED. AUSTIN GOT THE NOMINATION!" Her voice blared into your ear making you wince and pull the phone away from your face.

"What??? Are you serious Taylor??!!" You tried to keep your voice soft so as to not wake Austin before you confirmed the news.

"YES, THE NOMINATIONS WERE RELEASED A FEW MINUTES AGO!"

"Okay, I'll tell Austin! He is still asleep so I'll have to wake him up." Said man was still tucked into your neck but had begun to stir.

"Pleeeeeease do, he has been waiting for this nomination for so long and you and I both know he deserves it."

"I know Taylor, thank you for calling so many times it would have been a shame if we missed this."

After ending the phone call, you put the phone down and wrapped your arms back around Austin while leaning your mouth into his ear and running your hand down his back.

"Austin baby, you have to wake up love. We can't sleep in any longer." Austin stirred but did not fully wake up. You stroked his back again before using your words to coax him up into the world of the awake.

Austin's facelifted slowly out of your neck to turn to where the light was streaming into the room and he placed his head over your heart while he slowly woke up.

"Austin, Taylor just called." You felt him tense his arms around you as he braced himself for the bad news. You just wrapped your arms tighter around him and whispered, so softly he barely heard you at all

"You did it, my love, you got nominated for best actor by the Oscars. Out of so many actors, they chose you! I'm so proud of you Austin, you worked so hard and you did it, baby. You did it, my love."

Austin's choked sobs were palpable in the room.

"I did it? A-are you serious? I actually got nominated?" He had picked his head up from your chest and sat up to look at you.

Taking his face in between both your hands you gazed into his eyes.

"Yes, you did Austin. Believe it and live it because you deserve it. All your hard work has paid off and I will always be right here for you, for as long as you'll have me."

Austin's teary eyes and blissful smile made your heart flutter in a way you never knew was possible.

Never in your life had you loved someone like you loved Austin.

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This got very sappy very fast but I can't say that I'm mad at it. I also think that Austin probably needs a lot of assurance right now just like the rest of us. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Drop It!

Warnings: Supernatural elements. Dead!Elvis. Reader’s father is dead. Reader denotes elvis to his face. Dilapidated Graceland.

Summary: It’s move-in day! Reader spends the day fixing up the house. By the end of the night, she just wants to relax but something, or someone, needs to talk to her.

A/N: I am fully aware that graceland is cared for and not at all in ruin but the story calls for it. I put a lot of thought into this series and i really want everyone to enjoy it! The story is inspired by my house and what it’s like living here. though i’ve never come face to face with my goulish friends, i do respect them. A small bit, while comical, is something i actually did experience. Granted, i never spoke to anyone, or at least, never got an audible response. Most of this series includes odd happenings that i’ve dealt with. Isn’t that fun? Non-beliver or not, i hope you enjoy it. Happy reading- Bee💕

September 2023

The keys resting in your palms bring nothing but joy, even after dealing with a snippy mother and grumbling movers on an overcast Thursday afternoon. It should've been alarming, the way that realtor hightailed it off the property, but you were just glad to get your hands on what once was a beautiful home.

Graceland had nearly fallen to ruin; once the previous owner's legacy began to deteriorate, so did respect for the house. Squatters, Drug dealers, vandals, this house has seen it all. Yet, under all that muck and destruction, you saw a chance to restore its beauty.

Your mother was a bit...perturbed by the decision, wondering what she had done in your childhood that could've led to this point. When the idea was first pitched, she laughed it off, assuming it was another one of your odd bouts, like it was some fairytale. So imagine her surprise when you tossed the paperwork onto the breakfast table.

Your mother's concerns only doubled when she actually saw the house. Move-in day is supposed to be exciting, and for you, it is. Pushing past the doors into your new home is something magical. You don't know where to start. The kitchen? The front room? Upstairs? It's all so tempting.

"Mama, this place, it's so beautiful. Doesn't it jus' make you wanna cry?" You exclaim, unable to contain the excitement rushing through your body.

"...That's...well, that's one way to put it." your mother says, watching for possible loose beams as you traverse through the house.

You kiss your teeth at her tone and begin rattling on about your ideas for the space.

"I can fix her up in no time. We can start with the walls; they only need a few patches and a fresh coat a' paint. Oh! And then we can work on the floors. And I'm sure we can find some replicas or have 'em made. I think-"

"Y/n!" your mother interrupts, "Rome wasn't built in a day, baby. Don't get too ahead of yourself. You already broke the bank buyin' this...place and-"

You shake your head "Mama, don't you know who used to live here? Daddy woulda-"

The older woman before you holds up her hand, face dropping into an unamused expression. "Don't compare me to your daddy; we never did have the same tastes. And of course, I know; Elvis was my crush before you were even thought of."

You tilt your head, shifting to move a box. "But you just said you n' daddy didn’t have the same-"

She cuts you off before you can finish your thought. "Hush up and listen to your mama." A chuckle leaves your mouth as she scolds you.

"After all this time, daddy still can't catch a break?"

Your mother lets out a saddened sigh, "Well, he may not be here physically, but pokin' fun at him is the only way I know he's still around."

Your shoulders drop, and you set the box down. Your father passed away six years ago; he didn't want his family knowing he was sick. You thought it was a cruel joke, some twisted prank set to traumatize you forever. The wails your mother let out that night on the kitchen floor told you otherwise. She tries to pretend but hasn't been the same since—the idea of remarrying tossed to the wind like a dandelion's pappi.

"Mama, don't you think daddy would've wanted you to let him go?" you lament, hoping your mother would consider it this time. But, alas, the notion is shot down once again.

"You may not believe in ghosts or the afterlife, y/n, but I do. Your daddy is always with me. It wouldn't be right to get hitched in his face."

You shrug and continue unpacking, "If you say so mama, I jus couldn't imagine stickin' it out till the very end." That statement seems to tickle your mama pink. "You ain't never been in love, sugar pie. When you meet your mister right, you'll know what I mean."

You purse your lips. Even while talking about her dead husband, she hints at your sad love life. To you, love is just a feeling, and the dead are just that, dead. So your mother's musings about 'ghosts' and 'true loves' are nothing short of fantasy in your world.

"O...kay. Well, we've got a lot to do, and we've been talkin' bout nothin' for ten whole minutes. Let's hop to it!"

Your mother rolls her eyes, "This ain't my dream house, honey. I ain't GOT to do nothin' but stay black and die."

"Oh, here you go with that mess. You agreed to help your only baby move in so that I wouldn't 'die in my sleep cause some spider decided to munch on me,' so don't give me none of that." You mock.

Your mother pops your arm and grabs a broom. "You yo' daddy's daughter, alright. Couldn't have got that mouth from me." She mutters.

For the next four hours, the two of you dispose of odd findings, scrub, wash, disinfect, and grumble through the house. By the time you finish, the home is as clean as clean gets. The sun has set, and all you want to do is eat and sleep. The last thing to set up is the bedroom.

You feel a little strange sleeping in a room that once belonged to such a legend, but he isn't here, and the house belongs to you. The wall of TVs would be dealt with later. For now, a flatscreen was simply placed in front of them; aside from that, you pre-ordered replicas of the bedroom furniture, not wanting to personalize too much.

After kissing your mother goodbye, you trudge up the stairs, stopping halfway to crack your back. Once you return to the master suite, flopping on the bed only seems fitting. A groan escapes you as you realize you still need to shower. Rolling over, you grab a towel from your suitcase, lay out some pajamas on the center of the bed, and head for the bathroom.

While waiting for the water to warm, perched on the porcelain throne, the lights flicker. You'll need to replace the bulbs later; simple fix.

When the water reaches hell, you waste no time jumping in. It soothes your aching body, and all of the tension from today washes down the drain. You hum a nonsensical tune to keep you entertained while you clean away the dirt and grime. In the middle of the improvised song, a crash steals your attention.

You finish rinsing and shut off the water, quickly making your way to the bedroom door. You aren't going to investigate; too bright (or too experienced in the horror genre) to even give that a thought. No, you lock the door and mind your business; that is a morning problem.

When you turn back to retrieve your nightwear, you find them on a chair in the corner of the room. Odd. You could've sworn you left them in the middle of the bed. Whatever, you think as you throw them on.

Plopping down on the edge of the bed, you grab the remote and turn the TV on—finally, a moment of peace. You flick through Netflix, desperate to find good background noise. Landing on your favorite show, 'The Good Place,' is enough for you. It's ironic, don't believe in anything after death, or love, and here you are, watching two dead people fall in love.

Halfway through Episode six, the source of entertainment shuts off. You huff; it was getting good too. The remote is behind you, out of reach, so you aren't exactly sure what could've caused this.

"Probably just a glitch," you mumble, turning the TV back on and resuming your minor addiction. This time, you place the remote on the dresser, ensuring no interruptions.

Despite your effort, it happens again; A guttural noise leaves your body. You're broke in a house that's falling apart with no man, pets, and no energy. TV is the one pleasure you have left, and even that is beginning to frustrate you.

Repeating the process, you hold the remote in your hands, eyebrows raised, daring your peace to try and leave again. After a few moments, you sigh in relief as the halfway point passes and set the remote down. As soon as it comes in contact with the plush, black comforter, the TV again fails you.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." You exclaim.

"Ladies shouldn't swear; ain't attractive." A voice bellows from behind you. A shrill shriek is all that is heard as you scramble off the bed. Your eyes search for the source but find nothing. Slowly, you creep toward the bed and snatch up the remote. "Can't go downstairs till morning, and I'm losin' it in here. What a night." You whisper.

A shiver rolls through your body, and you decide it's better to sit on the floor. Again you try with your tv (which you will be returning in the morning), and of course, that doesn't last long.

"Sugarpie, I don't wanna see that junk. If you're gon' watch somethin' in my bed, I suggest it be somethin' good. Not some trash show that don't know the first thing bout bein' dead." The strange voice booms again.

This time when you jump out of your skin and turn to face the intruder, you see what you can only assume to be the world's most accurate Elvis impersonator.

"What the hell are you doin' in my house?!" You screech, "Get out! Get the hell out."

The man before you is nowhere near ready for the projectiles flying his way. Clothes, shoes, books, and a stuffed bear. You name it; it's flying at his head.

"Hey! I—I said—, goddamn! You got an arm on ya! Put the—,"

Elvis can't even finish his sentence as you continue to fling whatever you can at him.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House!" You grunt, each word punctuated with the throw of an object. The tall, blue-eyed stranger ducks and dodges with precision, but when he sees you getting ready to toss a picture frame, one you no doubt failed to realize the importance of in your defensive state, the fun and games stop.

"Drop it! Drop that damn picture right now! Your mama would tan your hide for days if she saw that you broke that frame." Elvis booms.

Your chest is heaving, and you blink, glancing over at the photo.

"S'your daddy, right? Y'all were talkin' in the kitchen bout how it's the last thing he gave ya. You promised ta take care of it. So drop it."

You nod and gently place the photo on the bed, reaching for a good substitute.

"Jus—Just how long have you been here?" you question, ready to launch the lamp in your hand. Elvis ponders for a moment. "What year is it?" He asks, seeming genuine. You quirk an eyebrow, unamused with the game he's playing. "You can't be serious."

He looks at you expectantly, waiting for an actual answer. Your phone is across the room, and the chances of getting past this psycho-wannabe Elvis are slim to none. So, you entertain him. "It's twenty-twenty-three, you should know that." You say, face stoic.

Elvis's eyes widen, "Twenty- Good lord!" He chuckles in disbelief.

"Well, to answer your question lil' mama, if that's true, I've been here for sixty-six years if you're countin' when I bought the house."

You shake your head; there's no way the idiot in front of you is this dedicated. "Yeah, sure, I reckon you want me to believe you're Elvis Presley himself. Is that what this is? Some attempt to scare me?"

Elvis chuckles and shakes his head, "No, ma'am. Ain't no pretendin' round here. I'm the real deal."

You can't help the cackle that slips past your lips.

"My ass!"

Elvis's smirk fades, "I told ya that shit isn't cute. And if ya don't believe me, try to shake my hand." He says, extending the appendage forward.

You scrunch your nose, "Now, why would I do that?"

He shrugs, hand still held out.

"Well, I ain't goin' nowhere for a long time n' you're the first person to see or hear me in ages. Whether ya do or don't, it really ain't too concernin' for me."

You sigh, knowing this is how dumb girls in movies usually meet their end. Can't believe m'doin' this. Shakily, you extend your hand, and when it meets his, it goes right through. You gasp as the limb turns to smoke before materializing again.

"Sweet jesus," you sputter.

"I wouldn't know if he was sweet, I ain't met him yet." Elvis jokes. You back away, very spooked.

"T-This, this isn't possible. Ghosts they—they aren't-"

"Real?" Elvis cuts you off, "Yeah, I heard that part too, jus didn't wanna scare your mama, so I waited till it was jus you n' me."

You scoff, offended, "My mama gets a pass, and I don't?"

He chuckles and sits on the bed, "She believed, you didn't. For someone with a gift this great, ya sure do love ta act like ya don't know what she's talkin' about."

You fold your arms, looking down, "I don't have-"

"Oh, yes ya do. Don't give me none of that. I spent the whole afternoon chit-chattin' with your old man. "

Your head snaps up, eyes meeting his. "You spoke to my daddy? How is he? Did he ask bout mama? Because she'd be thrilled. I gave up. I knew I shouldn't have. I'd been tryin' to reach him since he died, but he never-" The smug look on Elvis's face shuts you up.

"Well, first off. Why would ya need to call a man who's in the same house as ya? Second, you'd been tryin' so hard to find happiness for a woman who don't need it, that ya pushed your daddy away anytime he tried. A ghost can only do so much without scarin' someone half to death, baby."

This is all too much; Ghosts exist, Elvis Presley is in front of you, and your daddy hasn't moved on. Mama was right. You lift the covers and shimmy under them.

"I need to sleep on this. Jus—I...I don't know where you go, but scram for the night please."

Elvis chuckles, nodding. In a flash, he evaporates, fumes left behind as he finds another room to settle in.

You breathe through your nose as you think. What a night indeed, miss y/n.

Taglist: @prayerstopresley @powerofelvis @re3kin

[powerofelvis]

Why Marry

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader

Word Count: 13.3K (I got carried away again, I’m not sorry)

Summary: Elvis and Y/N are childhood sweethearts in Tupelo, Mississippi. The love that they have for one another even blossoming when he moves off to Memphis. While he is away in Germany, Y/N marries another man. As time goes on, the two sweethearts grow distant, but can distance cause the heart to grow fonder?

Warnings: ANGST, reader marries another man, mentions of the colonel, a few time skips, talks about Elvis at Sun Records, eventual smut, FLUFF, happy ending for the two

A/N: This is the third installment of my Sweet Inspirations inspired saga. This one a bit sadder than the rest, but I hope that it doesn’t deter you from reading. The fic is based off of The Sweet Inspiration’s ‘Why Marry’. If you would be so kind, check the song out! It’s really good! Like truly! I’m not really good at writing angst, but I think I did a pretty good job at writing this one. It made me cry. As always, I hope you guys enjoy :)

There are two types of childhood sweethearts: the seasonal sweethearts and the lifelong sweethearts. You would like to think that as long as you knew Elvis, he would be your lifelong sweetheart. You and Elvis were always together, ever since you were kids. There was never a place you or he would go without one another. You were born and raised in Tupelo, living at the Shake Rag because your father left your mother when she was pregnant with you. She was forced to penny pinch and work multiple jobs even after you were born. Your grandmother would watch you, catching on early that you were ever the social butterfly. There was never a stranger that you knew, always wanting to help out even if you didn’t have the financial means to do so. 

Elvis and his mother, Gladys, arrived at Shake Rag when he was a child as his father was carted away to jail for financial troubles. Your mother and grandmother welcomed her and her son with open arms, sometimes inviting them over for dinner when things were a little too rough for them. They even admired little Elvis because he took on the responsibilities of being the man of the house, working alongside his mother so that she wouldn’t have to suffer and struggle alone. At first, he was shy. He wouldn’t speak a word when you would try to share your toys or when you would invite him out to play with you and the other kids. 

As time went on, you didn’t even remember that he was once the shy kid who spent his time reading his Captain Marvel Jr comic books. The only thing that you did remember was he was your best friend and you were his. The Presley family and your family would continue the ritual of having dinners during the weekends, even welcoming Vernon when he returned to his family after his stint in jail. Vernon was a man of only a few words, but he welcomed you into his family as if you were his own. However, outside of Shake Rag, you couldn’t be seen with them due to your color. Times were hard; sometimes, you would cry because you wanted to attend school with Elvis, having to attend a different school because schools were segregated. “Mama, I don’t understand why I can’t go to school with Elvis. He’s still my best friend.” You would cry into your pillow as your mama tried to console you. “Darling, nothing will change between you and Elvis, but you know how outside people will view your relationship. He’s white and you’re black, baby. That’s the way God created you.” 

You would try to not let the situation deter you, waiting for Elvis to return home every afternoon from school. Both of your mothers would let you sit on their porch alternatively, where you would do your homework together. He would even read his comic books to you, telling you his dreams of wanting to fly to the rock of eternity just like his favorite comic book hero. You grew to admire his aspirations, thinking about your hopes and dreams and how Elvis would fit. You could only hope that the world was ready to embrace you and Elvis together.

Your relationship with Elvis would change drastically as he grew into a teenager, puberty nearly catching you by surprise at how handsome he had become. He was finally changing from the shy kid who never went far without his mama to having full confidence due to his looks. You also couldn’t miss how girls would follow him wherever he would go, causing you to experience your first taste of jealousy because you were afraid that you would lose your best friend. However, Elvis would always remind you that you were his bestest girl; that nothing and nobody would ever change that. 

You would hold on to his words, noticing how he would linger his gaze on you as puberty finally caught up with you. His eyes would move along your curves, commenting on how the only girl that lived in Shake Rag projects was turning into a woman. You didn’t miss how his hands would linger at the swell of your hips as he would hug you, his touch sending shivers through your body. Times were changing and you weren’t getting any younger. You didn’t know what to do with the feelings that you felt whenever you were around Elvis and you could tell that his feelings were changing from platonic to much more.

One night, Elvis was sitting outside of his house, strumming his guitar that his daddy had bought him from the general store in town. You had finished helping your mother with chores, deciding that you needed some air. You also wanted to catch a glance of the boy who was starting to become the center of your world. He was singing a song that you had heard him sing before; Woody Herman’s ‘Let Me Love You Tonight’ but it was something about the way he crooned that sent your heart reeling.

Let me love you tonight

Let me tell you how much I adore all of your charms

Though you leave me tomorrow, for this night we’ll borrow a love song

Let me love you tonight

Let me thrill to the touch of your sheltering arms

Til the scent of the roses caresses and closes your eyes

You sat down beside him, his eyes staring into yours as he continued to play his guitar. You hummed along with him, closing your eyes as you listened to his crooning and only in that moment, it was the two of you. He finished the song, placing the guitar down beside the rocking chair that he was sitting in. You opened your eyes, looking up at him with a smile, but he didn’t return it. “What’s the matter, honey? You look like you’ve been told some bad news.” He sighed, standing up from the chair before walking towards the side of his porch; his eyes looking towards the night sky. “We are leaving Tupelo.” You stood up in a hurry, walking over to where he was standing; your body facing him as you made sure that you heard him correctly. “Leaving? Where are you going?” You asked, feeling your heart tearing apart at the seams. He turned to face you, his eyes shining with tears as he couldn’t meet your eyes as he started to explain the shift happening in his life. 

“We are moving to Memphis. At the end of the week. Daddy got a better job out there, so we are packing up and going with him.” His voice shook as he tried to hold himself together, the pain of having to part from you seemingly turned his world upside down. “Did you just find this out? Why are you only telling me now?” Your eyes filled with tears, unable to hold them back as they freely flowed from your eyes. Elvis took you by the hands, holding them tightly in his as he looked at you. He had never seen you cry like this; sure, he had seen you cry when you were kids when the neighborhood kids would tease you about having cooties, but he had never seen you cry like this. It broke his heart into many pieces, but there was nothing he could do about the situation. “I found out last night, Satnin. I just couldn’t find the words to tell ya. Don’t be mad at me, please? Not when we only have a few days to spend together.” You sniffled at his explanation, looking away from him to look up at the night sky; the stars seemingly not as bright as other nights. 

“Satnin, I think before I leave, I have to get some things off of my chest or it’ll kill me.” You looked back at Elvis, pulling your hands away to wipe the tears that were drying on your skin. You nodded your head, crossing your arms to hold yourself as you waited for him to speak. “Y/N, I don’t wanna leave Tupelo without tellin’ ya how I feel about ya. You know you’re my bestest girl and that’ll never change. But, I don’t wanna be friends anymore.” He put his hand up to stop you from responding, taking a deep breath before he stepped forward towards you.

“I don’t want to only be your friend. I don’t wanna be the older brother to ya, I don’t wanna be the boy that you run to when you’re havin’ boy troubles either. I wanna be more than that, lil’.” You shook your head, not comprehending what he was saying, but you kept your mouth shut in hopes that he would connect the missing piece. “What I’m sayin’ is, I’m not good at this confessing type of stuff. I wanna be your boyfriend, honey. I wanna be the one you can run to when you’re having troubles, the one you call when you have exciting things to say. Ya get what I’m saying to ya?” 

Elvis looked into your eyes as you stared back at him, unable to fully grasp what he was saying to you. “M-my boyfriend? Well, yeah. I want you to be my boyfriend, Elvis. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. I just don’t want you to leave.” You whispered to him, sniffling once again as the tears threatened to flow once again. Elvis wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, pulling you into his arms as his mood shifted from what was somber only a few moments ago. “I’m sure glad to hear that you agree. Mama told me that I should make a move before it was too late, but I’m so glad that you agreed.” At that moment, he pressed his soft lips upon yours, taking you by surprise as he pulled you closer into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back softly before he pulled away; his eyes moving back up to the night sky that shined brightly as the only peace that was present was having you in his arms. 

The week flew by, the pain and heartbreak that you felt grew as you knew that Elvis and his family were leaving. The day that they were due to leave, your family waited in front of their house, helping them pack everything into their family truck. You were clinging on to Elvis, sobbing with grief as he repeated over and over that he would call you every day. As they got everything settled, you were forced to let him go so that he could climb in the truck after his mama. You and your family watched as they pulled away from Shake Rag, Elvis’ eyes never leaving yours until their truck was no longer in sight.

Elvis stayed true to his word, calling you every day and sending letters about his new life in Memphis. He would tell you how much he missed you, how much he wanted you there with him. He had started school shortly after, telling you about how the boys would pick on him because he would walk around the school grounds, strumming his guitar and singing. He would also tell you about how the girls would follow him around, wanting to hear more from the new kid with the southern croon. 

School was uneventful for you as you would only go to school and then rush home because you didn’t want to miss a phone call from him. You would beg and plead with your mama to pack up and leave Tupelo behind, wanting to move to Memphis to be closer to Elvis and his family. Gladys would stay in touch with your mother, telling her about the opportunities that Memphis held. It didn’t take much convincing for your mother to agree, so at the end of the following year, your family packed up and moved away from Tupelo, finding a new life in Memphis. Your mother managed to find a cheap home, taking a job as a seamstress in town as you would continue with school. You would eventually pick up a job as well at the local diner downtown in your spare time, but you would also spend as much time as possible with Elvis and his family.

Memphis was much different than the life that you had in Tupelo. You were in another world compared to Shake Rag, so it took some time getting used to. There were places where you couldn’t go, only imagining how life would be if segregation wasn’t a thing. Elvis was about to graduate high school and so were you, so there was no doubt that things were going to change and hopefully for the better. Elvis didn’t have any plans about what he wanted to do after high school, but one thing he knew that he wanted to do was marry you. You were over the moon at the thought of becoming Mrs. Presley, talking to your friends about how you wanted to be by his side every step of the way. 

Your mother thought you were crazy, in fact, she made it known that she didn’t think it was a good idea, considering how the world was. “Baby girl, you and Elvis are no longer at Shake Rag. Do you know what people would say if they saw Elvis walking around town with a black girl on his arm? You and him could be in for a world of trouble.” You didn’t care though, dismissing her words as her just being worried. “Mama, I know where you are coming from. Believe me, I’ve seen the hateful looks that I get when I’m walking to work. Elvis ain’t that way and neither is his family. As long as they’ll accept me, nothing else matters.” Your mother would sigh, rubbing your back as she shook her head. “You’ll see, baby. You’ll see.” 

You would tell Elvis about the conversations that you and your mother would have, him sighing over the phone as he couldn’t seem to understand how people could have a problem with him wanting to marry the woman that he loved. “Honey, you’re my bestest girl. You know that, right?” You would always tell him that you knew that, but the truth always nagged in the back of your mind that maybe your mother was right. Soon enough, Elvis graduated from Humes and you were on your way to graduating a few days after. During the summer, Elvis would spend time with you at his house where his family would have barbecues and family gatherings. He would always carry his guitar, stating that he never knew when an opportunity would present itself. 

At night, he would sit on his porch beside you, singing ballads about love. You knew that he loved you and you loved him just the same. By the time August rolled around, he still had no plans for the future; taking odd jobs to help his family when Vernon couldn’t pay the bills. Although this plan wasn’t getting off the ground, you still supported him in everything that he did. One morning, he called you excited. “What’s going on, Elvis?” You could feel his enthusiasm through the phone, smiling widely as you listened to him speak. “I finally have the chance to go down to Sun Records to record a song! I want ya there with me, baby. Can you come, please?” His boyish whine flipped your heart in your chest, remembering the charm that he had all those years ago in Tupelo. 

“Of course, Elvis! I wouldn’t miss anything like this for the world. Are we going today?” Elvis hummed, the tone in his voice made you feel exhilarated. “Yes, I’m gonna come pick ya up shortly! I want ya to dress in your best, this is gonna be the beginning of our lives, Satnin. I’m finally gonna be able to do something other than work on iceboxes.” You hung up with him shortly after, running past your mother as she looked confused at your sudden excitement. “Elvis is going down to Sun Records to perform a record! He wants me to come with him!” She laughed, shaking her head as she told you to be careful and to make sure to be home for dinner. Elvis made it to your house shortly after, honking the horn to get your attention. “Mama, Elvis is here! I’ll be home for dinner, I love you.” You kissed her cheek before running out of the door. Elvis kissed your forehead as you entered his truck, speeding away from your house. On the ride there, Elvis would practice the lines for the songs that he was going to record, you listening with a smile on your face. 

You were anxious and rightfully so. You knew that this was a brand new journey for the boy that you loved and yet, you were frightened that he would be let down. You didn’t want to tell him your thoughts, so you kept them at the back of your mind as you neared the recording studio. Elvis didn’t let the car completely shut off before he jumped out of the driver’s side, running around to help you out of the cab of the truck. “Come on, Satnin. I don’t wanna be late.” He grabbed you by the hand, leading you inside. The recording studio was small on the inside, but you were astonished at the sight of guitars and pictures that adorned the walls. “I’m here for the noon recording. I’m Elvis Presley.” The woman looked at him with a smile on her face, handing him the clipboard for him to sign in. “Pleased to meet ya, Elvis. I’m Marion Keisker. If you enter that room right over there, we will get you set up for your session.” Marion looked over at you, a smile on her face as she moved from around the desk. 

“Are you here for a session, miss?” You shook your head vigorously, pointing towards the room that Elvis had now disappeared to. “Oh no, ma’am, I’m here with him.” You were waiting for her to look at you in disgust, fearing that she would throw you out of the studio for even thinking about being in the same room as Elvis. Instead, her smile widened as her eyes never left yours. “You’re more than welcome to join him, it looks like he’s gonna need your good luck charms.” She led you into the room, your face in awe at the equipment that looked like it cost more than you made in a week. “Satnin, this is great! Look! They got a picture of B.B. King!” Elvis was like a kid in a candy store, awestruck that he would be recording in the same building as the musicians that he grew up listening to. Marion and a man who was holding the clipboard that she was once holding before, entered shortly after. “Alright, Elvis. I’m Sam Phillips, the owner of Sun Records. Let’s see what songs you got for us.” 

Marion stopped Sam before he could leave to go into the booth, turning to Elvis before crossing her arms. “What kind of singer are you, Mister Presley?” Elvis turned around from where he was standing, gripping his guitar as his smile crossed his lips. “I sing all kinds, ma’am. I can sing whatever ya want me to sing.” She smiled, pressing the matter further. “Who do you think you sound like?” Elvis shrugged, his cerulean eyes glittering under the studio lights. He was in his element, you knew it from the time that he walked inside. This was his moment and you were going to be there every step of the way. “Well ma’am, I–I don’t sound like nobody.” Sam nudged Marion, tilting his head toward the booth. “Well, let’s get this show on the road.” Sam and Marion disappeared in the booth, leaving you with Elvis. “You sound like Elvis Presley, honey. That’s good enough for me and it’ll be good enough for everyone else.” Elvis smiled at that, leaning in to kiss your cheek before he moved towards the microphone. 

“Alright Elvis, what is the first song that ya wanna record?” Elvis thought for a second before leaning into the microphone. “That’s where your heartaches begin.” You smiled, knowing that was one of the songs that his mother adored. Her birthday was coming soon, so you knew that he wanted one of these songs to be a gift for her. “That’s where your heartaches begin, take one.” Sam spoke, pointing toward Elvis to begin. You sat in a nearby chair, watching as Elvis crooned into the microphone, his fingers strumming on the guitar strings. He sounded beautiful, making you swoon with each word. Elvis may have been playing around when he would sing on some occasions, but you could tell that he was singing from his heart. You looked over at the booth where Marion and Sam were, noticing that Marion looked amazed at how he sounded. You couldn’t help but to smile, knowing that he was sure to be discovered if he kept this up. 

Once the recording of the song was finished, Elvis looked over at you with a hopeful smile. You could tell that he was a bit relaxed now, but he was still trembling with nerves as if he was performing before a huge crowd. “You can do this, honey. I believe in you.” The next song was My Happiness, a song that you heard him sing on multiple occasions when it was only you and him. You were sure that this would be your wedding song with him, picturing yourself dancing the night away in his arms after he made you his wife. He winked at you, making your face heat up with ease as he always had done. Sam pointed towards him again, giving him the cue to begin. Elvis took a deep breath, playing on his guitar once again as he began to sing. 

Evening shadows make me blue

When each weary day is through

How I long to be with you

My happiness

Every day I reminisce 

Dreaming of your tender kiss

Always thinking how I miss

My happiness

You could do nothing at that moment, the feeling of love pouring out of his soul as you witnessed Elvis doing the thing that he loved. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Elvis continued crooning into the microphone. He was truly out of this world; you knew that this was his time to shine and that he was sharing that light with anyone who would listen. He finished the song as Marion and Sam walked into the room. Marion still had a smile on her face, while Sam clapped his hands in astonishment at the boy who stood before him. “Thank you sir, I really appreciate ya lettin’ me record these songs for my mama.”

Sam patted him on the shoulder, not really saying much words before Elvis took you by the hand, leading you out of the studio. “Do ya think mama would like these records? I feel like Sam didn’t really like it.” Elvis told you as he drove you back to your house. “Are you hearing yourself, Elvis? Your mama will love it! You’re her world. I’m sure they liked the songs too. You are extremely talented, honey. Don’t ever doubt yourself.” Elvis didn’t say anything at that moment, the silence was still nice as the drive continued. 

As time went on, Elvis didn’t hear anything from Sam or Marion, so he figured that they didn’t care for the songs. His mother adored them, playing the records until it drove the entire house crazy. You didn’t mind it, supporting Elvis was always something that you loved. As the new year rolled around, Elvis would return to Sun Records to record more songs and you would be there every step of the way. It wasn’t until the following summer that his luck would finally turn around when he had the opportunity to record more songs. Elvis had met new people around that time: Scotty Moore and Bill Black and they had formed their little group “The Blue Moon Boys”. Scotty and Bill had become brothers to you, always happy to see you when Elvis would come around. The summer was grueling and unforgiving in Memphis, but you never swayed in your support of Elvis. You were sitting in the studio again until the night, fanning yourself with one of the lyric papers that Elvis had. 

Elvis was growing impatient with the entire thing, hinting on one or more occasions that it was time to lay down the guitar and continue working at the electric company. You were a little worn out at the late nights, but you knew that if he continued on, he would eventually strike gold. Elvis decided that he would be his normal joking self, playing tunes on his guitar as he danced around. He decided to sing Arthur Crudup’s That’s All Right, jumping around and making jokes. Bill and Scotty decided to join in on his shenanigans, thinking that it was only something to lighten the mood. Sam peeked his head out from the booth, listening for a while before he asked them what they were doing. “We don’t know.” Scotty responded, beginning to put down his guitar. “Do it again.” Sam said as he went back into the booth, pointing to Elvis to start again. You were enthralled, watching the boys dance around as Elvis sang into the microphone, not sure what would come out of it. 

However, he would soon know what did come out of that night session as three days later, Elvis called you on the phone, telling you to turn on the radio. “They are playing my song, Satnin! Turn on the radio.” You hurriedly ran into the living room, turning on the radio where you heard Elvis’ voice singing through the speakers. You thought that you were dreaming, yelling out for your mother to join you. “Mama! Elvis is on the radio!” Your mother walked into the living room, a smile on her face and you thought you saw a stray tear fall down her cheek as she pulled you into a hug. “I knew Elvis could do it, honey. I’m gonna call Gladys later to congratulate them on raising a superstar.” You were so proud of him, wanting to scream at the top of your lungs that your sweetheart was on every radio station. However, you decided to keep yourself together so that he would thoroughly enjoy this moment. 

His stardom didn’t stop on that fateful July afternoon. In fact, he was beginning to perform every chance that he could. You couldn’t go to these performances as much as you wanted to, your mother would remind you repeatedly how dangerous it could be to publicly show your support and love for Elvis. You felt defeated; the thoughts that crossed your mind was nothing short of doubt that your relationship with him would withstand his newfound fame. You could see how the girls liked him, screaming like canaries whenever he was in the room. While he was gone, you wouldn’t hear from him days at a time, but you knew that in your heart that you were his only girl. When Elvis returned from his performances, he had a new person in his circle. He told you that this man was his new manager, someone who could help him with making it mainstream. Colonel Tom Parker was a strange man, in fact, he didn’t look like any colonel that you’ve seen. 

Elvis didn’t notice the things that you did, excited at the idea that he would soon star in his first film, ‘Love Me Tender’. The film was a success, shooting Elvis further in the limelight. With Elvis enjoying the attention that he was enjoying, you were suddenly no longer enjoying being left in the dark like a secret. This would start unwarranted arguments between the two of you, leaving cracks that were beginning to show in your relationship. You had never fought with Elvis, even as kids. You could tell that Elvis was blind to the fact that your feelings were beginning to be hurt, not wanting to stand in the way of his success but you also didn’t want to be ignored.

Through all of this, Elvis would constantly remind you that you were his bestest girl and when the time was right, you would be married. This time around, you weren’t so sure if you believed him. He was so far away from you, even if he was in the same room as you. You could only continue supporting him from afar and as much as your mother would tell you that this was the only choice that you had, you were beginning to see that maybe it was the right one. 

You would continue working at the diner, taking as many shifts as you could so that you wouldn’t think about losing Elvis. One day, you were working when a man walked into the diner, a smile across his face as you welcomed him. He was handsome; tall but slim, and his brown eyes shined under the light. “Welcome to Maggie’s, I’m Y/N. What can I get for you?” The man smiled at you, reading off his order to you as you jotted it down before turning around to leave. “Wait, ma’am. Would you like to join me?” You were flabbergasted that this man was subtly flirting with you, a pang of guilt hitting your gut as you shook your head. “I can’t do that, sir. I’ll be right back with your meal.” You walked away from him, reading off his order to the cook. You begged your friend, Yvette to take over for you; not wanting to show your face to the man again, in hopes that he wouldn’t speak another word to you. 

After much pleading, Yvette agreed. She returned moments later with a sheet of paper, wiggling her brow at you as she smirked. “His name is Charlie.” She walked away from you, leaving you standing in the middle of the kitchen with a sheet of paper with his number scribbled on it. Charlie would become a regular and at first, you would try to avoid him at all costs. However as time went on, he became a dear friend to you. You would speak on the phone with him sometimes, learning that he was a businessman.

You would lean on Charlie whenever Elvis was away, listening to stories about his life and how he moved to Memphis from Chicago. “Chicago? What made you wanna move all the way down here to Memphis?” Charlie would chuckle over the phone, humming under his breath before responding to you. “I used to think the same thing, but now, I have a good reason why I moved down here. I didn’t think I would meet such a beautiful lady as yourself.” You would remind him that you had a boyfriend, but he would tell you that if your boyfriend had any sense, he wouldn’t leave you alone. 

Elvis was busy all of the time, traveling back and forth from Memphis to California as his movie career was taking off. You didn’t miss how Elvis would call you sometimes at night, hearing women in the background. He would dismiss your claims of him cheating on you, telling you that he didn’t want to be with anyone other than you. You were growing tired of being away from him, fed up at the fact that you knew that he was lying to you but you couldn’t do anything about it. Then, Elvis returned home for the holidays.

It was 1957, the year had flown by with Elvis being gone and you working as much as you could at the diner. Elvis invited you and your mother to his home for Christmas, telling you that he wanted to celebrate like you had always done. You begrudgingly agreed, but at the back of your mind, it didn’t feel the same. You and your mother arrived at his new home, taking in the atmosphere of being around him and his family. Gladys welcomed you with open arms, hugging you tightly. “We haven’t seen you in a while, sweetheart. How has life been treatin’ you?” 

You smiled at her, your heart breaking as you could tell that something was bothering her. “The same old, the shifts at the diner are starting to wear on my body. I think it’s about time that I do something else.” She could only nod, hugging you once again as Elvis entered the room. He wore a frown on his face, his eyes glistening over with tears as he pulled you into his arms. His scent as always sent your heart soaring, wanting to be near him every chance that you could. “What’s the matter, Elvis? You look as if someone died.” You chuckled, but he didn’t return your smile. “I’m being drafted, Satnin. They are sending me away to Germany for two years. Will ya wait for me? I know I’ve had you waiting for me for three years, but all I’m asking is for a little more time. When I come home, we can get married and you’ll never have to be away from me again.” You were beside yourself at that moment, tears pricking at your eyes as you glared up at him. 

“I’ve been waiting for the moment when I could marry you and now you’re just leaving? Like that?” Your mother looked at you with a look of grief, knowing that your heart was breaking at the words that were passing his lips. “I don’t have a choice, baby. You know if I dodge the draft, I could be arrested. I don’t wanna ruin everything that I’ve ever worked for.” You pulled away from him, taking in the looks from everyone who was witnessing the news. Gladys was crying in her hands, while Vernon was holding her in his arms. Your mother couldn’t say a word, only patting the tears in her eyes at the sight of her daughter’s outburst. “Baby, calm down. Elvis has to go, but he will be back. Don’t worry yourself sick.” You shook your head as you ran out of the house, ignoring the calls from Elvis and your mother. You had to get out of there, not wanting to break down in front of your mother and his family. 

This is it. You’re losing him forever. Elvis is no longer the man that will be your husband, the father of your children, your best friend. He was going to Germany and you don’t even know if he would come home. Your brain screamed at you, causing more tears to flow as you were forced to accept that the cracks that were forming in your relationship with him were now ripping it down the middle. Your mother returned home later that evening, knocking on your bedroom door.

She peeked her head in, her heart breaking as she saw you staring at the picture that you had of you and Elvis as kids. You were happier then, the fame and the women didn’t exist. He only had you and you had him, but things were different now. “He’s leaving after the new year, baby. He told me to tell you that he loved you and that he hopes you’ll be waiting for him when he returns.” You turned your head, eyes glazed over with tears as you shakingly sobbed. “I don’t think he will want me when he comes back, mama. I think we are over.” 

She sighed as she entered your room, sitting next to you on your bed before pulling you into her arms. “If it is meant to be, baby. If it’s meant to be, he will come back to you. You know that.” You shook your head as you sobbed in her arms. She didn’t say anything else, only holding you until you fell asleep in her arms. She was your comfort and she had always been, even when Elvis was around. As time ticked closer to Elvis’ departure, you would avoid him. You wouldn’t return his calls; you were in so much pain that you couldn’t bear to hear his voice. You would even turn the radio when you heard his songs playing. It was as if you were completely shutting him off from you, distancing yourself from him as much as you could. 

It was finally time for Elvis to ship out to Germany. Your mother was on the phone with Gladys as she cried over the fact that her son was leaving. You would listen behind the door, sobbing quietly as you knew that it was the beginning of the end. The love of your life was leaving and you were so out of it that you didn’t spend as much time as you wanted with him. Your mother called for you, opening the door to the kitchen before handing you the phone. “Elvis wants to talk to you.” You shook your head, pushing the handle of the phone away from you.

“Baby, please. Talk to him. He has something he wants to say.” You sighed, taking the phone from her hands as you put it up your ear. “Elvis?” Your voice shook with so much emotion that nothing else could pass your lips but his name. “Satnin, I know you’ve been avoiding me. I know why, but I want ya to know that I really meant what I said. I’m gonna marry ya when I come home, so please…wait for me.” You could hear his sniffles, your heart breaking all over again as you nodded your head. “I’ll wait for you Elvis. I’ll try to wait for you.” Elvis told you that he loved you for one last time before the phone hung up. 

You placed the phone back on the hook, sobbing in your hands as he was gone. He was gone and he would be gone for a while, but you were still consumed with the pain that it would be all over. You could only deal with the pain as you always had, taking shifts at the diner, where you would run into Charlie. As time went on, you would lean on Charlie to take the pain of Elvis’ absence away, eventually going on a few dates with him.

You thought nothing would come out of it, only taking him up on his offer because you were lonely. A year into Elvis’ deployment, you were suddenly engaged to be married. Charlie had become a favorite of your mother, always bringing flowers to the house when he would pick you up for your dates. You thought that your mother would be ashamed that you were cheating on Elvis, but she would tell you that maybe this was for the best. After all, Elvis was across the world and he was even far away even when he was in Memphis. 

Your mother approved of Charlie, noticing how he treated you wonderfully. The wedding planning was done by your mother; she would ensure that her little girl had the most memorable day of her life. You wish you could say that it would be memorable, but you were guilty that the man that you were marrying wasn’t Elvis. Your mother would still keep in contact with Gladys, gushing about the upcoming nuptials between you and Charlie.

You knew that Gladys would tell Elvis, but you knew that he would be powerless to stop it. Besides, you heard from Gladys that Elvis had met a girl in Germany and that he was spending all of his time with her. Gladys sounded regretful over the phone, apologizing profusely that she hoped that it didn’t ruin your big day. You knew that Gladys wasn’t telling you the news because she didn’t care about you. It was quite the opposite, she wanted you to know that you weren’t in the wrong for finding your own happiness.

However, happiness didn’t exist in your world without Elvis in it. The wedding day went by in a blur; you couldn’t even remember your wedding dress, the champagne, or the wedding cake. Charlie was a wonderful man, but he would be gone for weeks on end due to his business. It was as if you were destined to be alone; your husband flying to different states for conferences and meetings and your childhood sweetheart was stationed on the other side of the world with another woman who easily took your place. You were alone, being the dutiful housewife that you could only imagine being while married to Elvis. You would cook for your husband whenever he was home, making sure that the house remained tidy and clean. But no matter how much you played into the role of being someone else’s wife, your mind would always linger to Elvis. 

It wasn’t easy for you to continue on with the marriage, but you forced yourself to do so. Time would continue to go by; the days growing closer to when Elvis would return back from Germany. You didn’t know how you could face him, knowing that he would be betrayed that the woman that claimed to love him was now married to someone else. Elvis would finally return home from the Army, glowing with excitement as he was welcomed warmly. You watched on your television on the day of his arrival, fans beaming with happiness and crying that their beloved idol was finally back safely. You wish you were there, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, kissing him again. He had returned more handsome than ever, his jawline being more prevalent than the way you remembered.

As you watched his press conference, you sobbed at his cheekiness, knowing that he used to act the same way with you. You were still in love with him, not wanting to accept the cruel reality of it all. You figured that if you would revolve your world around your marriage to Charlie, you could forget how much you did love him. Charlie could sense that you weren’t the same, often forgoing sleeping in the same room as you because he didn’t like how you kept him awake at night as you sobbed in your pillow, hoping that he didn’t hear. The marriage didn’t last long, you couldn’t bear continuing to lie that you loved Charlie. “I can’t continue lying to you, Charlie. I want a divorce.” Charlie wasn’t shocked, shaking his head as he forced a smile on his face. 

“It’s Elvis, isn’t it? Your mother told me all about your story with him. I can’t say I’m not surprised, but I also can’t say that I’m not disappointed that I can’t even keep my wife away from him.” You knew he was right, every woman in the world wanted him. You were no exception. The only difference between you and those women was that you had history with Elvis, the kind of history that these women could only dream about. The divorce was grueling but oddly smooth. Charlie didn’t want anything from you and neither did you with him. Charlie would tell you that you could still be friends, packing up his things as he decided that he would move back to Chicago with his family. 

Your mother moved in with you shortly after the divorce was finalized, helping keep a roof over your head as the divorce was a burden on your finances. Here you were again, alone and on the verge of losing everything that you have but you couldn’t lie to yourself that the only thing that got you through was Elvis. Your mother would tell you that you should forget about him, the only thing that your relationship with him gave you was heartbreak. “Mama, I can’t forget about him. I love him and I know he still loves me too. We literally have so many memories together, you can’t forget about decades of loving each other.” You decided that you would face him again, after all, he was your best friend before anything else. Your mother, a little weary about the whole situation, ultimately agreed as she phoned Vernon to see if Elvis was settled in. Gladys, Elvis’ beloved mother had passed away almost two years ago, which had broken your heart completely.

She was like another mother to you, someone you would talk to when missing Elvis had become too much to ignore. You knew that Elvis knew that you were still in contact with his family, but he never reached out to you. How could he? You had sworn that you would wait for him, yet, you married Charlie and ultimately became the girl who had broken his heart. People knew that there was a girl who had gotten away while he was away, but he played it off to the media as if there were no such thing. The least you could have done was apologize to him, even beg him to believe that you still loved him. Vernon told your mother that Elvis was home, resting for a couple of weeks before he picked up where he had left off. You didn’t waste any time, the following day, you made the frightening journey to Graceland. Graceland hadn’t changed since the last time you were there, in fact, it was still as beautiful as it was when you had left. 

His Uncle Vestor was surprised to see you, pulling you into a hug as he held a look of relief that you weren’t one of those fans who would try to push by him for a look at their idol. “Y/N, my word. You haven’t aged a day, you still look just as beautiful as you always have.” Your face heated up at the compliment, eyes traveling past him to look at the mansion that sat beautifully behind the gates. “I’m here to see Elvis, Uncle Vestor. Can you let me in?” He nodded happily, pressing the button which allowed the gates to open. Your heart flipped in your chest, knowing that the time was finally here. You were going in with no perception about how your reunion with Elvis would go, but you wanted him to at least hear you out first. As your car pulled up the long road, your heartbeat was the only thing that you could hear. You know there’s a chance that Elvis wouldn’t want to see you again, so why are you here? Your thoughts questioned your decision as you exited the car, seeing Vernon standing at the door with a small smile on his face. 

“Little dancer, how are ya?” Vernon pulled you into a hug, a knowing look across his face as he knew that you would be coming. “I’m doing alright, my mother sends her love. Does he know that I’m here?” Vernon stopped in his tracks, staring into your brown eyes before shaking his head. “I haven’t told him, he hasn’t done anything but linger around the house and play around with his friends. He hasn’t left his room yet today.” You sighed, dread settling in the pit of your stomach as Vernon led you inside of the house. He pointed up the stairs before leaving you standing alone in the foyer. Maybe you should leave. You’re nothing to him now but a stranger, let’s leave it the way that it is. You ignored your thoughts, slowly making your way up the stairs, playing multiple scenarios in your head as you followed where you knew he would be. You stood in front of his door, your heart racing at this point. 

Part of you wanted to turn around and run out of the house, knowing that what you did was unforgivable. However, the other part of you deserved to explain to him that you had never intended to hurt him. You were living with so much guilt that your marriage didn’t last, so you could say that karma had paid you a visit. You knocked on the door, hearing shuffling from behind it before the man that you thought about night and day stood before you. The pictures in the newspaper and the conference on the television did no justice; he was still as handsome as ever. His eyes widened with surprise as he pulled you into his arms, not sure if he was dreaming that you were standing in front of him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back as you heard little sniffles passing his beautiful lips.

“Satnin. You–What are you doin’ here?” You looked up at him, tears glistening in your eyes as you studied his features. You were memorizing every part of him, not wanting to forget how he made you feel. “I wanted to come see how you were doing. I’m sorry for not coming earlier, it was a lot happening all at once.” Charlie didn’t mind that you had a relationship with his family, even being supportive when you decided to go to Gladys’ funeral with your mother. You didn’t stay long, being in the same room as Elvis was too much for you to handle. 

“I saw you at mama’s funeral, but you were gone before I could collect myself and talk to ya.” Elvis’ eyes shifted with the pain that you saw two years ago, but he masked it with a smile. “I didn’t want to ruin the mood, it wasn’t my intention to leave you alone. I only felt like you needed to be surrounded by the people who you loved.” Elvis’ face turned into a look of disbelief, taken back by your words. “You could never ruin the mood, Satnin. Don’t ya know that you’re the only person that I needed? I had already lost ya to Charlie, but you weren’t thinkin’ about me, were ya?” You knew that this was coming, the conversation switch to your marriage to Charlie was something that you always knew you had to have with him. “I was thinkin’ about not causing a scene at your mother’s funeral, Elvis. There is a place and a time to talk about us and it was not the place nor the time to talk about it while you were mourning the loss of Gladys.” 

Elvis removed his hands from your waist, raising them above his head as the disbelief turned into borderline anger. “And what if you never came back? Would we have talked then?!” You stepped back slightly as your eyes turned to the ground. You knew he was right, he knew that you were avoiding him, but it still didn’t make it right that you left him alone when he needed you the most. “Did ya know how much I needed ya?! I needed ya and you could only think about yourself! I’m not surprised, you were always this way! You married another man while I was away in Germany because that’s what ya do! To hell with all the others. To hell with me, right?!”

Elvis turned away from you, stalking away into his room. You followed him, grabbing him by the arm before turning him to face you. “I didn’t know that you felt that way, Elvis! You never communicate with me about how you are feeling! I know that I was wrong for marrying Charlie, I know I promised you that I would wait. But when your mama told me that you were seeing another woman, I could only think about how you were forgetting about me! Forgetting about what we had! Yes, I married Charlie because I was hurt beyond belief. I was hurt and I made an irrational decision that caused me to lose you forever but I’m sorry for not waiting for you.”

Elvis didn’t want to hear your excuses, snatching his hand out from your grasp. “You’re sorry? Sorry?! I LOVED YOU, Y/N! I have always loved you and yet you make everything about yourself. Did you ever stop and think how losing you made me feel?!” You were beginning to get angry at this point, but you knew that once Elvis’ temper started, there was no stopping him. “Elvis! I’m not making anything about myself, it has always been about you! I’ve always made decisions in my life surrounding you! This was the first time in my life that I have ever made a decision about me! How could you even think for one second that I haven’t thought about losing you?”

Elvis placed his hands on his hips as he leaned in to you, sizing you up under his cerulean hues. “You know that’s a damn lie, Satnin. You made this decision because you didn’t wanna wait. You heard that I was seeing another girl so you wanted to hurt me. Come to think about it, you used to want to be married to me! You always wanted to be married and so to get what you wanted, you picked some random joe from the street so you didn’t have to wait.” Your heart was slowly ripping apart at his words, your thoughts that you pushed in the back of your mind returning to the surface.

He’s right, you didn’t wanna wait on him. You married Charlie because you couldn’t wait for two measly years to marry him.

“That’s not true. It’s true that I married Charlie because you were with someone else. But that was it, I swear to you, Elvis. I thought that our relationship was over. Mama and Gladys knew that I would sit here and wait on you while you were off across the world doing everything that you wanted! I left you before you could leave me!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face. “But I still loved you! I still love you! I have always loved you and I don’t think I could ever stop loving you. It killed me to look at you, to hear your voice because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I would cry at night so much that Charlie couldn’t even bear sleeping next to me at night. We divorced because of how much I love you! So, how could you even say that?!” Elvis chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You’re something else, you know that? You divorced your husband and now you think that we can just pick up where we left off?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying-” Elvis put his hand up, stopping you from speaking before he took a breath. “I’m gonna stop ya right there, baby. There is no picking up where we left off, there is no us anymore.” Your heart broke immediately after hearing his words, not sure why you were surprised because you knew there was no longer you and him. “I’m getting married. So, I don’t know why you’re explaining yourself to me. I don’t even know why you’re here, you could have continued on with your life as if we had never met.”

“Elvis, I-.” Your voice quivered with sadness, reaching out to take his hand before he stepped away from you. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never existed in your life. It was nice to see ya again, Y/N. I hope to never see ya again.” He took you by the hand, jerking you towards his bedroom door before pushing you across the threshold. He gave you one more look of condensation before slamming the door in your face. You pounded on the door, tearfully screaming out his name but you were unheard. 

You found out that he was marrying the woman that he had met in Germany. His engagement traveled fast around the world as you and the fans alike were heartbroken. You didn’t know why you were heartbroken, it was your fault. You had hurt him, you knew that. You just couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Elvis didn’t want to see you again. He was your best friend, the only one who understood you. For months, you would hole up in your room. The only thing that you could do was cry, the look in his eyes tormenting you for days on end. Your mother would try to get you to leave your room, but you could never bring yourself to look at her because you didn’t want her to see you crumble into despair at the sight of Elvis parading his fiance around for you to see. “Baby, you did all that you could. Maybe, it wasn’t meant to be with Elvis.” She would tell you, but you didn’t want to think such things could turn out as bad as it has.

Elvis would marry his fiance the following Spring, the thought of seeing him happily with her tore your heart over and over again. As the new year came around, you decided that you would wish him well. You sat at your kitchen table, deciding to write him a letter instead of showing your face to him again. You couldn’t bear the thought of him turning his back on you as he did months ago, not wanting to experience that type of pain again. Once the letter was finished, you placed it in your mailbox, sending your heart right along with it, hoping that he would at least hear you out one last time before he was no longer yours. Yours? How hysterical. As the time neared for his wedding, you didn’t hear anything from him. You weren’t shocked that he didn’t write back, after all, he was still mad at you for leaving him. You decided to find a new job as the hours at the diner weren’t doing much for you. The new job at the boutique paid well and you still had time to be at home with your family. 

You didn’t date, not quite ready to love someone else. You were happy with how things were in your life, even though you weren’t quite happy with the things that were happening in your personal life. You could at least be happy that Elvis was happy with his life. He made a couple movies and put out a couple of songs. You supported him from afar as you always had, knowing this was all that you could do. Now that spring time had finally arrived and his wedding was happening in the next couple of days, you were thoroughly anxious about it as if it was your wedding.

The invitation to his wedding sat on your bed, mocking you that it wasn’t you that he wasn’t getting married to. You would think about how you wished that when you opened it, it stated your name instead of hers. You had given up on the thought long ago that you would ever marry him, but it would return as the days ticked by. “Are you going to the wedding, mama?” You asked your mother, placing the invitation in her hands as she looked over it. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t. But, I think you should at least go to wish him happiness. You were friends once, Y/N. This childish game that you’re playing with him needs to end.” 

You hated to say that she was right. You were thinking of yourself, something that Elvis had said when you two had that argument a year ago. Elvis was right, you didn’t think about how he felt when you married Charlie. You didn’t think about him when you had shown up on his doorstep expecting him to take you back and you weren’t thinking about him now when you thought about not making an appearance at his wedding. “You’re right, mama. I should go to wish him happiness. After all, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for him, to be happy.”

The memories of following him to the studio appeared in your mind, seeing his happy face as he sang his heart out was the answer that you needed to attend. The day finally arrived, you and your mother pulled into the parking lot of the church where the wedding was being held. You could see Vernon standing at the door, a tux adorning his body as he spoke with the priest who stood beside him. Your mother pulled you to the side before you could walk inside, noticing that something was off. 

“It looks like Vernon is upset about something. Why don’t you go see what it is about? I’m gonna go talk with Minnie Mae.” You nodded your head as you parted ways with your mother, walking over to where Vernon was. “Hey Vernon, is everything alright?” Vernon turned his face away from the priest, smiling at you nervously before shaking his head. “Elvis is talking about calling off the wedding. I haven’t been able to get in contact with him all morning, I was gonna ask ya if you had seen him.” Your eyebrows raised, shaking your head as you didn’t know where he was.

The priest would leave you alone with Vernon as your mind ran with thoughts about where he could be. “I haven’t talked to him since that day at the house, are you sure he said he wanted to call off the wedding?” Vernon nodded, the look of sadness covering his features as he opened his mouth to speak. “He’s been havin’ cold feet all week. He left last night after going on and on about how he didn’t want to marry Maryanne, that it didn’t feel right. I thought maybe he was speakin’ out of his ass, but he sounded real serious about calling the wedding off.” 

You covered your mouth, worried that something had happened to him. “We should go find him, lord knows where he is!” You handed the keys to your car to him. Vernon nodded his head as he followed behind you, you looked over at your mother who was watching you with a smile on her face. “Mama! We’re going to go find Elvis! Stay here with Grandma Dodger!” She waved you off, taking Minnie Mae by the hand. “We’ll be alright, sugar! Go find our boy.” Dodger replied, whispering to your mother as they walked inside of the church. Since there wouldn’t be a wedding, they might as well wait around for Elvis to come back to tell everyone. Vernon peeled out of the parking lot, you looking out of the window as you searched for anyone who looked similar to Elvis. 

He wasn’t at any of the places that you thought he would be, seemingly becoming defeated at the thought that he would show his face. “Do you think he’s at Gladys’ grave, Vernon?” Vernon looked over with you with a look of realization that the cemetery where she was buried would be the last place he could be. Vernon didn’t say a word, driving towards the cemetery, your heart beating loud against your ears as you played with your hands. Hold on, Elvis. I’m coming. Vernon pulled your car into the cemetery, immediately seeing Elvis sitting in front of Gladys’ grave. “He’s here, Y/N. This damn boy.” You didn’t wait for Vernon to put the car in park, immediately getting out of the car as you raced between graves to get to him.

Elvis looked up at you, tears streaming down his face as he stood up from where he sat. “Elvis! Where have you been? Your family has been worried sick, you’re talking about canceling the wedding and you didn’t show up. Are you-?” Elvis didn’t give you the chance to finish, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into him. He was full on crying at this point, holding on to your body as if you would go away. “I couldn’t marry her. I can’t marry her, Satnin. I don’t love her.” He sobbed in your neck, the words almost blending together as he spoke. “Elvis, you can’t just leave everyone wondering where you are either. If you can’t marry her, that’s fine. You just can’t worry everyone to death either.” 

He pulled his head out from your neck, looking down at you as he shook his head. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Satnin. I-I just can’t marry her. I don’t love her, I can’t marry someone that I don’t love.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes with your thumbs. “Baby, that’s okay. But, you have to tell her. You have to tell her why you can’t commit to her, I’m sure she will understand.” He looked like the boy that you fell for all those years ago, his boyish eyes looking over you as he told you on the porch of his house that he wanted to be with you. “I told her that I couldn’t marry her because it wouldn’t be right. That I would be making a huge mistake by not marrying the woman that I love. I love you, Y/N. I ain’t ever stopped lovin’ ya and I don’t think I could go through being married to another woman when I love ya so damn much.” At that moment, he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. 

Your eyes glassed over with tears as you returned his embrace, holding him tightly against your body as your lips moved with his. Your heart jumped in your chest, the butterflies fluttered in the pit of your stomach as you realized that he still loved you. Elvis Presley still loved you and you still loved him. You weren’t going to lose him to another woman and you were happy about it. He pulled away from you, his eyes searching yours as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Satnin, I’ve put this on hold long enough. I can’t imagine being with nobody else but you. I’m sorry for everything that I said, I-I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it, baby. After you left, I haven’t been the same. I’m crazy about ya, Y/N. I love ya, more than I’ve ever loved anybody in my life. Will–Will ya marry me, baby?” He pulled out a black box, opening it to reveal a diamond ring. “I know I’m askin’ ya too late, I should have asked ya to marry me before I left for Germany but I couldn’t get in touch with ya.” You placed your finger on his lip as your tears flowed down your cheeks. “That’s okay, Elvis. I’m sorry too, I should have waited for you. It wasn’t fair to you that I went and married someone else, not when I still loved you for so long.” 

Elvis placed his hand on your wrist, pulling your hand down to rest into his. “I’m not blaming ya for marrying Charlie. I should have made you my wife before he did though.” You giggled, squeezing his hand before you looked into his eyes. “Yes, Elvis. I’ll marry you.” His eyes lit up with happiness as he slid the ring on your finger. It fit as if it was meant to, glistening under the Memphis sun. “I’ve had this ring stashed away for the perfect time, but time went by so fast that I didn’t realize that it was always supposed to be you that I marry.” He wrapped his arms around you once more, hugging you tightly against his body before he kissed your cheek happily.

Vernon stood by the car, a huge smile on his face as he watched you with Elvis. “Alright, you two! We’ve gotta get back to the church to let everyone know that there won’t be a wedding today!” Elvis looked at Vernon, a mischievous smile crossing his face as he shook his head. “Who said?” Your eyes widened as you looked at Elvis. “We can’t get married today, I don’t have anything planned. I have no dress, we haven’t told everyone.” 

Elvis only smiled down at you, taking you by the hand as he led you over to your car. “We don’t need any of that baby, if you need a dress, we can stop and get you one. I’m marrying you today. I can’t wait any longer.” You groaned inwardly, knowing that you couldn’t deter Elvis from getting what he wanted. However, you were overjoyed that you would be the one that he was marrying today.

He stayed true to his word, stopping at a dress boutique, letting you pick the wedding dress that you wanted before he whisked you away to the church where his family and your mother waited. Your mother walked over to you, pulling you into her arms. “You look beautiful, baby.” You pulled away from her, knowing that she knew all along that Elvis had this planned. “How long did you know?” She laughed softly, taking you by the hand as she squeezed it. “Your whole life, honey. Elvis called me one day when you were at work, apologizing like a fool. He told me that he couldn’t marry that girl, not when he loved you as much as he does.”

You looked over at Elvis with adoration in your eyes as he stared at you, his tux sitting nicely on his body. Although this was supposed to be a wedding for him and another woman, you could only think about how lucky you were that the feelings were still there for you and for him. “Go on baby, go and marry the man that you love.” Elvis walked inside of the church, his family looking on in confusion because he was late and seemed to be a bit anxious. “I’m sorry everyone for the tardiness, I had to think about some things. There won’t be a wedding today between me and Maryanne. I couldn’t go through with it, knowing that I would be breaking the heart of the woman that I truly love.” There were murmurs throughout the church, his family looking around to see if Maryanne would show her face. 

“You all know about Y/N. She’s been my best friend since I was a child, we promised each other that we would marry each other. Of course, things happened. But, I decided that I couldn’t go on without her. I’m marrying her today, so I wanted to give my apologies for keeping ya waiting.” His family clapped their hands, glad that there was going to be a wedding and that he was marrying you. “About time you made a wife out of her, son.” Uncle Vestor spoke over the cheers, getting a laugh from everyone around him. He walked up to the altar, beside the priest as he waited for you. Your mother stood at the door of the church, holding you by the hand as you walked inside. You knew that there was no planning on your end, but you didn’t care because you were finally marrying Elvis. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your eyes watched Elvis, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched you walk down the aisle towards him. His family stood in awe, smiles gracing their faces as they nodded their approval of how beautiful you looked. Minnie Mae leaned into your direction, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she smiled with tears in her eyes. “You look beautiful, baby girl. You make my boy happy, I’m so glad that you’re gonna be his wife.” You sniffled, wrapping your arms around her as you hugged her tightly. “Gladys would be thrilled to see that her son is marrying the woman that she chose for him.” You thought about how much Gladys would want to be there, beaming happily as you continued walking towards Elvis. 

“Alright then, there is a wedding! Who gives this woman to be lawfully wedded to this man?” You looked over at your mother, who looked at the priest before looking back at you. She was holding her handkerchief in her hand, sobbing into the material before shakingly speaking. “I am, thank the lord. I am.” The church roared with laughter as she placed your hand into Elvis’. “Take care of my baby, Elvis. She’s been waiting and praying to be your wife since she was a child. You two belong together.” Elvis nodded his head at your mother, wrapping an arm around her as he kissed the top of her head. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll take care of her as long as I live.” You sniffled at the interaction between him and your mother, looking up at him as he stared down at you with love in his eyes. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to witness the beautiful union of Y/N L/N and Elvis Aron Presley.” The priest would begin his speech, but all you could focus on was the man in front of you. He was finally yours, nothing stood in between you as your union was finally becoming one. The vows were beautiful, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room as you went through your own words of how much you loved Elvis, how much you waited and prayed that he would make an honest woman out of you. “Before God and everyone who has attended, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride, son.” The priest said, stepping back as Elvis leaned down, pressing his lips on yours. Your new family clapped happily, cheering at the sight of Elvis finally marrying the woman that he loved. 

The gathering after the wedding was simply beautiful; the mixture of your mother and your new family was as you always imagined. This time, you took the time to reflect on the wedding dress, the champagne, and even the elegant wedding cake. Just as promised, your first dance was to My Happiness, bringing memories to the surface of him recording the tune at Sun Records. Everything was different than the first time, but you felt as if you were married for the first time. That night, you had returned to Graceland; your new home. Returning there was so poignant, not forgetting that you rushed out those doors heartbroken that your now husband turned you away. However, Elvis welcomed you with such warm arms as he carried you over the threshold of the same room that he once pulled you away from. He took you in his arms as he danced with you as he sang into your ear.

Gently, your eyes met mine

Tender, trusting, and true

Gently, your hand took mine

Thrilled me through and through

Gently, oh so gently

Gentle as the dawn

Gently, oh so gently

Our true love was born

You were truly blown away that your dream of becoming Mrs. Presley had come true. It was all that you wanted, and now it was on this day, that you were reunited with Elvis and that your long-lived love had blossomed like a beautiful tulip on a spring day. His cerulean hues looked deeply into your brown eyes with nothing but love as he placed you, his bride on your marital bed. You caressed his cheeks with your hands as his soft lips pressed against yours gently. As your wedding dress was shed from your body, tears lingering on your face, you were reminded that he had always loved you. The anger that once brewing in his eyes had also had the hint of love, you wish that you could have seen it clearly. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to take ya like this, Satnin.” You whimpered with so much emotion as you pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. Elvis kissed all over your body, leaving no part of it untouched. You hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off of his torso as you took in his body.

You had only seen his torso a few times before, Elvis not wanting to make love to you then, only promising that he would do so when you were his wife. The time was finally here, you were excited and so was he. His fingers pulled your bra straps down off your shoulders, the heat of your skin causing goosebumps to arise as he tenderly rubbed your skin. Your bronze complexion was glowing even under the little light that was in the room. Once your bra was off of your body and thrown somewhere that you didn’t care to know, he moved his lips down your chest as his hands cradled your breasts.

You moaned out slightly, carding your fingers through his hair as your mind screamed for him to take you. His trousers and underwear were next, pooled on the floor with your dress. Suddenly, he was inside of you slowly but with such need. The moans that bounced off of the walls were like music to your ears, remembering all of those times that you would be in his room at nights when your mother and his parents were off in the other room. He would pet your body, whispering how much he couldn’t wait to make you his. 

His thrusts were sending your soul out of your body, pants and moans passing his lips as he held on to your hands. “Elvis.” You moaned as he sped up his hips, grunting in your ear in the process. “I’m gonna show you how much I missed ya. That you had always deserved to be mine.” Your head was thrown back in ecstasy as you returned his gaze, nodding your head. Elvis placed your legs around his hips as his thrusts continued pounding into you, hitting spots that you never had touched. “The first thing I’m gonna do is give you a baby. Our baby is gonna look like me, but have your eyes.” He moaned into your ear, causing a sob to pass your lips. The coil in your stomach was pulling, heat pooling over your body as you cried out in pleasure. Elvis continued to grunt, pushing himself in and out of you with such love that your body melted into the sheets beneath you. 

“I love you, Y/N Presley. Oh, God. I love you so much.” Elvis cried out as he fucked you into an orgasm. You cried out loudly, holding on to his hands tightly as your legs shook around his waist. He roared shortly after, spilling inside of you as his hips shook with pleasure and from adrenaline as he fucked himself through his orgasm. He let go of your hands only for a second as he laid beside you, pulling you into his arms. You looked up at your husband, smiling softly as he looked down at you with love in his eyes.

All of the waiting, crying, and pining led up to this moment finally being in his arms, never to leave again. He made true to his promise, you were pregnant soon after. Your daughter was born the following year, bringing you and him closer together. You would tell stories to your daughter about how you and your father’s love withstood him moving away from Shake Rag to Memphis, you marrying another man while he was away in Germany, and even him almost marrying Maryanne. Nothing could have been better when the following year, you were pregnant with his son. 

Elvis was such a great father and husband, like you always knew he would be. He spoiled his wife and his children as years went on, his career skyrocketing with him performing at his comeback special in 1968. You and your children followed him everywhere, not wanting to be away from him at any moment. Your love was idolized by every fan, learning that you were indeed the girl that had once gotten away, but not for long. The life that you were promised when you held Elvis all those years ago back at Shake Rag was better than you could have imagined. You were happy; there were no more tears, no more pining, and no more waiting for you because you had your mother and you had Elvis. Who said that the love affair would end when you said I do? 

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[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

KINKTOBER AND 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

First off I want to say thank you guys so much for 500 followers I have never expected this and I really appreciate you guys so much!

With that being said I wanted to do something for you guys for the month of October 💖

So each week I will be writing one blurb and one imagine about two different people.

Warning most of these will be smutty and will contain dark content so please beware of that my loves.

Week 1- Jack Harlow (Musician)/ (Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

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Week 2- Elvis (Austin! Elvis) / Joe Goldberg (You)

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Week 3- Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (Scream)

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Week 4- Marauders

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“Jack Harlow + breeding” and something that you might want them or the reader to say in the blurb you can add as many concepts and kinks as you want.

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[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 25

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis is determined not to give up on Honey

Warning: Swearing(?)

Song: Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley

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I spend the next hours getting Charles and I ready for the show tonight. It was the first time we were going to be making an official public appearance, so I had no doubt reporters would be there, ready to snap a picture for whatever controversy they wanted to spread for the night.

I dust eye shadow onto my lids while regretting every decision I’ve made today and still pretending not to miss it. I really didn’t want to go, but the least I can do is support Elvis. We were still friends after all, not to mention he’s my only ride back to Memphis.

I arrive late, maybe on purpose, but mostly to avoid the crowd. Jerry meets us at the door and sneaks us in, sliding us past guests to an open table. A chill runs through my body. The theater is huge and filled to the brim with people. Beautiful lights decorate the walls, illuminating the room in a majestic kind of way. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and a giant golden curtain from the stage. I’ve never seen anything like it before. The atmosphere has such an intense energy, it’s enough to leave me feeling giddy despite all the thoughts that have been circulating my head.

I catch a glimpse of Elvis on stage, already halfway through his performance, while I hold Charles' hand behind me. Elvis says something to his large band behind him, before turning back around towards the audience with a smile.

I find Marcella seated in the center of the theater, adorned in a beautiful dress. She side eyes me as we walk past her table, trying to intimidate me with her glare but it does little to bring me down. I’m done fighting her for a lost cause. She can win all she wants.

“We're caught in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much, baby”

Cheering intensifies as Elvis begins a new song. He dances around center stage in a white suit. He makes a few jokes, getting a kick out of making the audience laugh, but then, he catches me walking through the crowd and an unsettling look replaces his smile.

“Why can't you see

What you're doing to me

When you don't believe a word I say?”

Jerry places us at a table off to the side. I nervously take my seat next to Charles in the red booth. A waitress stops by, setting down two waters, lemon wedges on the side, in front of the small yellow lantern on the table. Charles immediately takes the glass and guzzles it down, droplets of water spilling down his face and onto the new button up his dad just bought him.

“Charles, baby, slow down. You’re gonna choke.” I say trying to coax the glass from him before he hurts himself.

He sets it down empty, letting out a loud ‘AHH’, before taking the lemon off to taste it. His face instantly scrunches at the sour flavor and spits it out, the fruit tumbling across the table. He then reaches for my water to wash away the taste, and turns back to watch his father with my glass still in his hands.

Lord. Why do these two boys insist on keeping me so stressed? At least he keeps me sane through all this. I smirk, shaking my head at him, before looking to the stage.

When I look back up, I make eye contact with Elvis. He gulps loud enough that I hear it come through the speakers. His voice goes quieter, slowly spilling out the lyrics off beat to the music. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, almost anxious for him. What is he doing? Is something wrong?

“So if an old friend I know

Drops by to say hello

Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

You can't see the tears are real

I'm crying” 

His face contorts into that of sadness, seeming choked up and authentically mimicking the words he’s singing. He attempts to look around at his audience, but with each line he sings, his eyes seem to drift back to me.

I give him a worried look, as if to ask if he’s okay. He only gives a hesitant half nod, before closing his eyes and trying to concentrate on the song. His voice grows in volume once more, finally finding his rhythm again.

“We can't go on together

With suspicious minds 

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds”

He swings his arm in the air, dropping onto his knees, shouting passionately, but breathlessly into the microphone.

Oh, let our love survive

I'll dry the tears from your eyes

Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know I've never lied to you”

He looks me directly in my eyes. We were so many feet apart, yet I still couldn’t help but feel so small and targeted under his gaze. He sings me the lyrics, reassuring me of their every word while begging for my understanding. On that stage, I see the boy I knew 10 years ago singing to me. The world against us, our lives at odds, while he painfully fought for our love, fought for my trust in the best way he knew how, through song.

The crowd uproars, standing to cheer for him. He walks towards the side of the stage, happily greeting fans by the stairs. He then disappears behind the now standing table in front of me. I rise to my feet to try and glance over their heads to find him again. After seconds of searching, eventually I catch a glimpse of that sweat, black swoop in his hair towering above the crowd.

Women throw themselves at him, screaming, touching him, grabbing him. He reaches down, planting quick kisses on their cheeks to satisfy them, making a feeling bubble in the pit of my stomach that I didn’t like. He scans the crowd, desperately looking for something before landing on me and stalking in my direction. In a room full of hundreds, he could only see me, and I him.

My stomach then drops, unsure what his next move could be. I twiddle with my fingers in my spot, my heart beat quickening with every foot closer he gets. He sneaks past the audience, pushing past the crowd to the best of his ability until he’s standing directly in front of me, out of breath and sweat pouring from his skin.

The entire room now has their eyes on us, but mine couldn’t leave his. As I’m about to reach out and ask if he’s alright, he lifts a hand to cup my cheek, the other grasping onto my hand. In that moment, life seemed to freeze around me, passing by slowly while my mind stayed in a bubble of just him and I. His voice echoes above all the rest of the other noise, being the only thing I could hear. “I love you, Bumble.” One camera flash. Then, he reaches down to capture my lips. Two camera flashes. Three. Four. I place my hands on his chest, fighting between pushing him away or pulling him closer, settling on the idea of doing absolutely nothing.

He leans away, leaving my lips to the cold air and my cheeks to the cool metal of his rings. He gives me a smirk, before being pulled into the mob of people by his manager. The Colonel gives me an evil eye, pushing Elvis back towards the stage. 

I’m equally embarrassed as I am madly in love. Elvis can make some dumb decisions sometimes, but, boy, does he make his apologies grand.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and twist my head to see Jerry waving us to follow him. While the crowd is distracted, we weave through the tables and out the door before the photographers take notice of my absence. Jerry then escorts me backstage where I find Colonel, Marcella, and Vernon, who I haven’t seen since the day Elvis left. 

Vernon looks at me with cautious eyes, while Charles walks over to him. “Hey, grandpa!”

“Hey, kid.” He greets back. I see Elvis has already introduced the two of them. Marcella snaps back at their voices, taking note that I’ve now joined them in the room.

The second the curtains come down and Elvis gets off stage, Charles is running up to him. “That was great, Dad! I liked that one move you did when you went-” He begins throwing his body around, making swooshing noises, mimicking the dance moves he saw. Elvis laughs, distractedly watching him, still trying to take peeks at me.

Marcella is next to run over, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You were amazing out there, baby!” She says through her teeth, grasping on to every last drop of hope she could. She kisses him, but Elvis tries to pry himself away, only looking at me in the process.

I sigh. I have so many different emotions swarming in my head right now, I don’t know what to make of anything anymore. I take what’s left of my dignity and turn around towards the exit.  “Come on, Charles. We need to get back to our room.” I say reaching for his hand.

I manage to escape the backstage without running into any of Elvis’ fans or being followed by any particular someones. Once upstairs, Charles plops on the bed like he always does, but this time he doesn’t bother to turn on the TV. He sits with a thoughtful face, staring into the patterns of the carpet. I drag my worn out body into the bathroom to remove my jewelry and step into my comfortable pajamas. “Why are you so sad, Ma?” He ponders, swinging his legs off the edge.

I sigh, grabbing a wet rag, turning off the light, and sitting next to him on the bed, he bounces from my newly added weight. “There’s a lot been going on between Daddy and I, that’s all.” Is that already more than I should be saying to him? I gulp, nervously waiting for his reaction, while I slowly scrub eyeshadow from my lids.

“Like what?”

Aw, shit. “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.” I try to reassure him, but he ponders on.

“Do you still love him?”

I go quiet. “Well…yeah, of course…”

“What about Marcella?” He asks with furrowed brows.

I stare off into the distance with a sigh. “I don’t know, baby. I do not know.”

He hums, unsatisfied with the answer, but knowing to drop it. He then lies his head down in my lap, hands on his stomach, while he looks up at me. “Can you tell me how you and dad met?”

A light chuckle escapes my lips, not expecting such a question after everything. “We knew each other since kids, you know that.”

“No, the story. The exact day.” He demands with a large smile.

Damn, I don’t even think I remember. “Well, Grandma Loretta and Grandma Gladys were good friends before I was born. Grandma Gladys would bring your daddy over to our house all the time. I was a baby when I first met him.” I get an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I don’t think I’ve lived a single day without knowing Elvis and it pains me to even think about having another day without him again, but I guess what needs to be done will be done.

I look up from my target on the ground, jumping when I find Elvis in the doorway. I got so lost in thought, I didn’t even notice the door open. Charles snaps up from my lap, confused as to why I was so startled. “Did you just notice he’s here??” He asks astoundedly.

I smile, turning away in embarrassment. Elvis chuckles, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He carefully joins us on the bed, sitting down slowly to wait for me to protest, but I don’t. Charles lays down between the two of us, looking up at the ceiling. “When did you know you loved each other?”

My eyebrows raise. “What do you mean, baby?” I ask him, hoping to prolong the time I have to answer.

He shrugs. “Well, people can’t make a baby without love, so what’s the day you knew you wanted to have me?

How do I get myself out of this one? I really hope that’s all he knows about how babies are made. A few incoherent noises escape my mouth before I find words. “I was too young to remember the day I fell in love.”

Elvis smacks his lips at my phony answer. “Don’t give me that. When’s the day you knew?” He asks, suddenly very involved and intrigued in our conversation now.

I cross my arms. “Well, when’s the day you knew?” I challenge right back.

He turns away in thought. “The day I was tryna teach you how to sing at Club Handy. You were still talkin to Michael, still scared about us and it drove me crazy, but I tried to give you the space you needed cause I didn’t want you to not trust me. But, my God, you looked so beautiful that night. It was the first time I felt like I truly had you to myself, like I saw a part of you no one else was allowed to see.” He takes a deep breath, pleased with his answer, before turning to me, waiting for mine.

I got so caught up in his words, I didn’t even bother to think up my answer yet. I had no idea he loved me that soon. “Well,” I start, still thinking. “Honestly, I think the same day.” He smacks his lips again, rolling his eyes and groaning. “I’m serious!” I laugh, smacking him on the arm. “That’s why I panicked and tried to run off that day, because I knew I felt something serious for you. The day that I finally acknowledged it was the day of the charity concert. Before the champagne by the way.” I reassure him, earning a chuckle. “When you walked away after our fight, I felt such a deep emptiness in me that I couldn’t run from even if I tried. I knew that if I left for Chicago, that I’d never forgive myself and would spend the rest of my life searching for someone like you.” And I was right.

I swallow, sheepishly looking up to meet his eyes. His cheeks lift into a tender smile, while he reaches out to place his hand over mine, carefully snaking his thumb under my palm so he can lift it into his grasp.

Just then, a snore interrupts our sentimental moment. Somewhere in the middle of our conversation, Charles had fallen asleep. I would have laughed had I not felt so incredibly vulnerable in front of Elvis just now.

I take my hand from him, dropping my voice into a whisper to not wake our sleeping child. “What did you come here for? I told you we shouldn’t-” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me in for a deep kiss to shut me up. Oh…well, guess I can’t stay mad at this.

“I ain’t given up on you that easily, baby. Done wasted over half my life doin nothin but wishin I had you. I’m done with that.” His whispers graze along my lips, his thumb across my cheek. “I’m done.” He assures once more.

I close my eyes, resting my forehead against his. “How do I know this is real? That this is the last time we stop putzin around and finally be together.”

His eyes meet mine, lonely and longing, but ever so determined. “I can’t promise you perfection. I ain’t no saint. Never been.”

“I know that.” I giggle.

He smiles, licking his bottom lips. “But I can promise that you are the only one, mama. Don’t know how many times I gotta tell ya, but I’ll keep doin it til you believe me. After all these long, long years, I’m still in love with you. Always have been, always will be. You and me against the world, Bumble.”

He knows just those 6 words were enough to repeatedly put my heart at ease. I smile, stealing another kiss from him.

“Are you two together now?”

I jump away from Elvis, holding my heart at our son's sudden voice. I spin around, seeing him up and awake with a dubious eyebrow raised.

Elvis reaches for my hand once more. “Mama and I have always been together in our hearts.” I roll my eyes with a smile. He’s so cheesy.

“Good. I didn’t like having two moms.” He states, falling back into the pillows.

Elvis guiltily chuckles, stretching out and standing from his spot. “Guess I should get back. Make sure she’s signin them divorce papers and not tearin ‘em to shreds.”

I scoff, standing up with him to follow him to the door. As he’s about to say goodbye, something at the end of the hall catches his eyes. He stands up straight, nervously sterning up his face. Confused, I poke my head outside the room, seeing The Colonel marching towards us, angry as ever.

“You!” He points. “Your wife is very upset, boy. Now, I think it’s in your best interest you keep that girl happy whether it be diamonds or not kissing other women, you better do it. In case you have forgotten, her daddy is the reason you have this show in the first place.”

“I’m divorcin Marcella.” He flatly lays out.

Colonel stumbles over his words, looking between us with a mix of various different emotions. “You’re not going to take a second to think about this?”

Elvis scoffs. “I been thinkin bout this my whole life. I only want one girl and it sure as hell ain’t her. You’ve known that from the beginning.”

Colonel's eye twitches and I swear I see hell shine across them, the lost look in his eyes now replaced with something sinister. “Elvis, I have been with you since you were nothing but a scared little boy doing lewd gyrations on stage. You are making a big mistake.”

Elvis’ fist turns white against the red walls. “I made up my mind, Colonel. Honey and I been through hell and back and I’m done making excuses for other people’s opinions. We’re together and ain’t nothin you can do about it.”

“I’ve worked too hard to keep her away, I’m not letting you throw your career away because of one foolish girl again.” He angrily taps his cane on the ground.

Elvis pauses. “What do you mean ‘worked too hard to keep her away’?”

‘We’re lookin for Elvis Presley and Honey James. Be you they?’

“I tried to reason with you, but you were an immature boy, you would ignore my every call. So I did the only thing I could do to get you to listen.”

‘I promise you I didn’t call the cops that day!’

“Colonel, what the hell are you talkin about?!” Elvis shouts.

‘Another colored woman locked up will have little effect on your reputation.’

My heart beats so strongly, I can feel it through my entire body. That night. The night that felt like the end of everything. “You called the cops.”

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[l-eternity-l]

- Loving you

summary. - with her brothers being busy performing, Elvis is in charge of taking Mercedes home.

pairing. - Elvis x Black OC

warnings. - none really, just throwing up

word count. - 2k

author's note. - I've been meaning to post this chapter for like 4 days but I've been so tired that I literally just kept putting it off lol. thank you for actually reading the first chapter! I've wanted to write for a while and seeing that people actually like what I put out means a lot.

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MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE 1957

The Country Club Parking Lot

  Raymond's deep voice carries through the air as he screams at his little sister. Even though Mercedes could have told you what her oldest brother would say, it didn't make it hurt any less.

  "I'm sorry! okay?" Mercedes argues.

  "Yeah sorry just ain't gonna cut it this time Mercedes!" she lay flat on her stomach in the back of their convertible, trying her best to keep her dizziness at bay.

  Luther starts to say something to Mercedes, but she completely blocks him-- having already heard enough of their bickering.

  Mercedes's head was pounding, and their yelling was only making it worse. She starts to wonder why people even drink alcohol, It's like poison. If it were up to her she'd make it illegal and ban it from every state in the U.S.

  "Mercedes, are you even listenin' to me?" the girl rolls over, using the side of the door to hoist her upper body from the leather seats.

  Anyone could see that Mercedes wasn't herself.

The usually put-together girl had her long curls all over the place, blocking most of her vision. Her face was flushed and everything she said had a delayed reaction.

  "No" she whispers before returning to her original position.

  "Do you not understand what could have happened to you? you could have gotten hurt."

  "Oh, so what? I get a little bit tipsy and you guys just think I'm gonna get stabbed in the street" she rolls onto her back "News flash Luther, I know how to take care of myself"

  "But you don't!" Luther yells, louder than his previous brothers "You don't understand what could have happened! What if he forced himself on you? huh? Then what would you have done, because I know for a fact you can't fight him!" Ronnie places his hand on Luther's shoulder

"Calm down, she's just-" he throws Ronnie's hand off with aggression

"Don't tell me to calm down and don't fuckin' touch me!" with that, Luther walks away from the car--taking a break from the situation at hand, but Ronnie knew it wouldn't be his last outburst of the night.

"The main thing is that she's okay," Ronnie says, adjusting his glasses as glances over at the intoxicated girl. "When we take her home and put some water in her she'll come around".

"Whoa whoa whoa, What do you mean take her home? We gotta be back on stage in seven minutes, it takes thirteen to even get back to town" Jerome reminds his brothers. "Just put the hood up and lock her in the car, she'll be fine" Raymond slaps the back of his brother's head.

"We ain't lockin' her in the car, she's not a dog" The youngest brother puts his hands up in defense.

"Well I don't see no one else comin' up with any ideas"

"Just give me a second to think" Ronnie mumbles with his head in his hands.

  Of all the times their sister has gotten them into a sticky situation, this one takes the cake.

  From Mercedes's first step, she's been causing trouble for the boys--making a mess that her brothers would have to find a way out of. In her defense, she never does it on purpose.

"Wait guys," Raymond says, nodding over to Elvis-- who had been standing back with his hands in his pockets, watching the situation unfold.

  Now, he wouldn't have been Raymond's first choice, knowing the man's history of being a player and taking any chance he could get with a pretty woman--but seeing as there was no one else around that he knew on a first-name basis, He had to settle.

  Ronnie sends his older brother a knowing smile as he makes his way to Elvis.

"Hey, remember that time your car needed a jump at the gas station" Ronnie brings up

"Uhhh, yeah I do. Down there off of Frank Hill"

"Yeah, yeah" he places his hand on Elvis's shoulder "and you said that you owed me one"

  Now, Elvis wasn't the brightest when it came to guessing games, but it only took all of three seconds for him to realize what the brothers were hinting at.

"Oh, no," Elvis says realization all over his face "no, no. I ain't playin' babysitter!"

"We just need you to take her home for us" Jerome pleads "You know better than the rest of us how people act when a band is late"

"C'mon, man. Do us a solid, just this once" Raymond adds.

  It's times like this that Elvis wonders why he's so determined to be a gentleman. He could have just kept walking like he didn't see the poor girl sprawled against the restroom--but his pride just wouldn't let him.

  He planned to find some cute girl after the party and head to her place after. Maybe have a drink or two, then end the night with a bit of fun. Now he's stuck having to make sure this girl doesn't choke on her own vomit.

"Okay" Elvis sighs reluctantly "I'll take her home for you" Ronnies face holds a wide grin, his appreciation obvious.

"Thanks, man." He pats his shoulder as he pulls his keys out of his pocket. "Here take this. We live on 325 Parkhurst road, it'll be the sixth one on the left."

"Yeah, yeah. Parkhurst 325 on the left" Elvis complained as the rowdy boys say their thanks and rush back to the country club.

  He peers into the Convertable to examine the sleeping girl. She had rolled onto her side and her hair had somehow become even more unruly than before.

  Her long eyelashes lay softly against her flushed cheek as she slept. Her lipstick was slightly smudged but not enough for it to be too noticeable.

  Though she looked like a complete mess, Elvis would be lying if he said he didn't find the girl attractive.

  The singer placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking her slightly. Mercedes stirs but doesn't wake up.

"Come on mama, gotta get up" he's more aggressive this time, shaking Mercedes.

  She lets out a grunt and shrugs his hand off of her shoulder before sitting up.

  "Mornin' sunshine" Elvis teases "You enjoy your little nap?" Mercedes rolls her eyes.

"Where did my brothers go?" she asked trying her best not to fall back over into the car.

"Well honey, they've got a show to put on so I'm takin' you back home" Elvis explains. Mercedes looks him up and down as if she would find the truth somewhere on his body.

"Hmmm" the girl lays back down "m' just glad they finally shut up. Always trying to tell me what to do" she pulls at the loose thread on her dress

"Now don't talk about your brothers like that. They really care 'bout you" Elvis tries his best to stick up for the older Estelles.

Elvis had always wanted siblings, especially when his mom would talk about Jessie—Elvis's late twin brother. He felt as though having siblings would put less pressure on him to take care of everything after his father went to jail.

At a young age, the singer took the responsibility as two sons and a father.

Elvis had to be three men all at once.

He would often stay up at night and think about his late twin. Wondered if they would have the taste in music or like the same foods. It seemed like the more he thought, the worse it hurt.

"You don't understand" She pulls hard at the string, ripping it from her dress "All they ever do is bitch 'bout everythin'. It's like World War III with them boys. We can't even watch the ball game without someone's masculinity getting wounded." Elvis smiles, amused by Mercedes's complaints

"Is that so?" he questions with a smile on his face. The girl nods dramatically

"Oh yeah. Yesterday, Raymond finished the entire case of Pepsi so Luther smashed the crate over his back. It took Ronnie and Jerome half an hour to get 'em to stop" Elvis furrows his brow

"And where was your momma during all of this?" he questions leaning closer to the intoxicated female. Mercedes shrugs

"Don't know" she moves back into a seated position, discarding the string "saw her for the first time in six days this morning, something about her boyfriend Paul"

Mercedes opens the door and stumbles out of the car, Elvis helps her in the process. Though he questions why her mom would be gone for so long just to hang out with her boyfriend, he doesn't question any further and focuses on getting her back to his car.

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"Atta girl, let it all out" Elvis's soothing voice is drowned out by Mercedes as she vomits onto the plush grass.

The two were parked on the side of the road--Mercedes on her hands and knees with Elvis holding her hair and rubbing small circles on her back.

At first, the ride back home was peaceful. Neither of them talked, just listened to the radio in comfortable silence. It wasn't until they got to the curvier roads that Mercedes's stomach started to turn.

She heaves once again as the putrid taste of vomit coats the inside of her mouth.

Amid her intense puking session, she had completely convinced herself she was going to die any moment now. That her final moments were gonna be spent lying on the ground next to her own vomit.

As if her headache wasn't bad enough, the screeching of cars speeding by surly wasn't helping. Not to mention the rain that had completely drenched the poor girl.

"I don't know why you were even drinkin' in the first place. They don't teach the legal age in those fancy little schools anymore? " There are an infinite number of things you could say to piss off a sick angry drunk--hell sometimes even being in their presents is enough to get you cussed out and beat up. So imagine what making passive-aggressive comments would do.

"Why don't you legally shut the hell up?" She barks back, voice coarse from emptying her insides mere seconds ago

Elvis just chuckles at the girls childish come back.

"Is that what you want me to do?" he says through a smile. Mercedes scoffs as she closes her eyes, trying her best to stop the nausea

"yes Elvis, that actually is what I want you to do," she expires "and while your at it could you also legally back the hell up, or would your lawyer need to present for that?"

The smile on Elvis's face drops when he realizes Mercedes wasn't joking

"Now that ain't no way to talk to the man who's doing you a favor," Elvis says pointful, aggravation growing in his voice. "Don't go getin' your panties all in a twist 'cause you decided to get drunk at five in the damn afternoon"

Mercedes spits, making one last fugal attempt to get the sick taste out of her mouth before she pushes his arm off her shoulder

"Fuck off Presley" she mutters under her breath, beginning to make her way back to the car.

She doesn't get very far before Elvis grips her wrist.

"Who the hell you think it is you're talkin' to!" he calls out. Sharply, Mercedes turns around, throwing her hands up in the air

"Who the hell do you think I'm talking to Elvis! I don't see nobody else standin' out here!"

Mercedes's filter was barely there to begin with, saying whatever popped into her mind without much of a second thought--With some liquid courage in her system, it wasn't much this girl wouldn't say. Even if it meant pissing off her only way back home.

Elvis stood with his hand on his hips, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from escalating the situation. He was borderline shaking with anger, now wet hair sticking to his forehead.

"You better watch the way you talk to me girl" he warns.

Mercedes just scoffs as she looks the pissed-off man up and down as if to challenge him.

"Or what? You gonna raise your voice? Yell at me? Tell my momma?"

"You know someone really outta teach you some manners"

"Your one to talk!" she yells out "I know all about you, Elvis Presley, you spend the whole night with a girl just to leave 'em the second you see sunshine" Elvis lets out an angry breath, running a hand through his drenched hair "Does your mother know what your doin' every night? or is she too busy layin' around too?" Before Mercedes can blink he grips the strap of her dress, balling it up in his fist as he forcefully pulls the girl towards him. Mercedes tries her best to keep a straight face--struggling to maintain her cool composure.

"You foul-mouthed bitch, you ain't gonna speak about my momma that way!" Elvis screamed so loud his face strains "I will slap you till your ears ring, you hear me!"

Mercedes has been yelled at countless times. In class, at home, hell even at drive-ins--But none of them have ever made her feel the way she does now. Her eyes started to get that familiar burn while she tried to think of something else to say.

A quick comeback that would deflect her feelings and make Elvis eventually give up.

But for the first time in 18 years, the girl was a a lost for words.

Mercedes feels the familiar burn in her eyes as she holds her breath, afraid of what Elvis might say next. She tries her best to keep the hot tears from spilling over, but it was only a matter of time until the dam broke loose.

  "Aw, hell," Elvis says as he watches the tears slide down her freckled cheeks. "Look I-" Mercedes pulls herself out of his grasp

  "Just...take me home," she says with what little aggression was still in her body, hurrying back over to Elvis's car

[idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy]

Mann black people are so narcissistic 😂😂

not writing for other races is rude like girl please, you only don’t want to write it because your black and you have some hatred towards other races…grow the hell up

also ur stories have so much misspells 🖕🏻

First of all don’t come on to MY page and attack me or my race.

And also if I don’t want to write for other races specifically that’s MY choice.

I’ve said many times before I only write for Black!fem reader specifically because I’m BLACK and I know how to write a black girl.

Now that’s different for other races/ethnicities because I am not apart of that community. I do it out of respect because I don’t want to butcher a culture/group or seem offensive in any way.

I normally just write xfem (no clarified race) reader so other people can enjoy the story.

I HAVE NO HATRED TOWARDS OTHER RACES.

And you need to fkn grow up coming in my acc and bashing me with your rude misinformation shit.

And since you know so much about my page and have been stalking me. You would know if you read my masterlist I have said my grammar could be bad…so if it bothers you that much, maybe dm me???

And come off anon and talk to me like that instead of hiding , your scared😂😂.

[undevidedattentionsblog]

It's Valentine's Day where are the fics at???😒