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Christmas
Fic Warnings: Mentions of possible miscarriage. Pregnancy, swearing I'm pretty sure...? If not, disregard this warning. Mentions of being sick, being sick, vomiting. There may be spelling and grammatical errors. Author's note at the end. Please let me know if I missed any warnings! Thank you!
Note: This could be read as a stand alone or as a part two to Thanksgiving!
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You walked up to the front door and turned the handle opening up the door. You two never really bothered to lock the door since you were behind the gates. You only really locked it at night. You placed your car keys off to the side, away from Elvis’ cause lord knows he doesn’t know which key belongs to which car. You closed the door behind you and started to take off your coat.
“Mama!” Your son’s voice filled your ears.
“Hi my sweet son,” You smiled and hung the coat up. You walked over to him and picked him up from the floor, Elvis was just sitting a few feet away from you.
You had just come back from your doctor’s appointment to check on the baby. Elvis wanted to come with, but someone had to watch Theodore. You also couldn’t bring him because he doesn’t do the best in new places.
“How’d it go?” Elvis asked as he got up and made his way over to you.
“It went well, he just told me to be careful.” You responded with a smile as you looked up at him.
“So nothing bad?” He questioned as he placed his arm around you. You let out a hum and shook your head.
“No, he just thinks it might be stress because of the holidays.” You responded as you kissed your son's head, holding him close to your chest.
“Okay,” Elvis nodded and kissed the side of your head, offering to take your purse. Which you happily gave him. You sat down on the couch and just held your son close. You looked down at your belly and frowned lightly.
For how far along you were, you were growing big. With Theo, you carried him small, but it looks like this baby wants more room. You knew that with each pregnancy you were bound to grow weight, it’s natural. Not only because of the baby but also because of how our body works. You were good at keeping control of it.
“What are we doing for Christmas?” You asked as you looked over towards Elvis who was picking up the toys off the ground.
“I think we were going to host again?” Elvis looked at you with a questioning expression.
“We can, we would just have to go to the store. We just don't have ham or anything.” You explained to him as you rubbed Theo’s back gently.
“I can send someone out. The stores are probably crazy right now.” You nodded lightly at his response. Your heart felt… sad. It felt empty almost.
“Can you put him down for his nap?” You asked as you looked at the sleepy boy on your chest.
“Yeah of course,” Elvis said as he took Theodore out of your arms. You mumbled a thank you and watched as he walked away. Elvis knew something was wrong the moment you walked inside. He just didn’t know how much truth you told him.
You lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket down onto your body. You cuddled into the blanket and reached for the book that was on the coffee table. It was one of your sons, but it was a story either way. It was the story of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Did it give your son a light scare at first? Yes, but once he learned that the Grinch doesn’t come unless you are extra bad, he was okay.
You actually had a lot of Dr. Suess books. In fact, you got Theodore the two that came out this year for his present. How you opted to do Christmas was that Santa gave the essentials, the ‘boring’ stuff some may call. He may give a toy here and there, but the fun stuff comes from the parents. You didn’t want him to see you guys as boring. To some kids, books may be a boring gift, but he loves to look at the pictures. He was still too young to read, but he liked to point at everything and ask, wha?
You heard Elvis as he began to walk down the stairs. His shoes hit rough against the carpeted stairs. Which bothered you to no extent. You wanted to keep a clean house. He would then argue that it was the maid’s job to vacuum and clean the floors. Some nonsense really.
“He’s all put down and- you’re reading one of his books?” Elvis questioned as he placed the white baby monitor down on the coffee table.
“It was the only thing nearby,” you replied simply. However, just on the opposite end near the lamp sat a copy of the holy bible. Maybe you were just in your feels and didn’t want a hard book to read. Nonetheless, something was wrong.
“All right, tell me what happened,” Elvis spoke as he appeared back into the living room. You tore your eyes away from the book and looked over at him.
“I told you what happened.” You said, returning your gaze back to the book. Not really wanting to have this conversation.
“And I know that there is more than what you told me.” Elvis came to the couch. He moved your legs out of the way and quickly sat down, resting your legs on his lap. You let out a sigh and looked over at him. You closed the book and laid it down in your lap.
“He said if I’m not careful I can lose the baby,” you spoke softly. You didn’t even wanna say those words out loud. It would just make it feel more real, and you felt your eyes start to water up.
“Hey hey,” Elvis’ tone softened. “What? Why would he say that?”
“You know how I went because of a pain? That I felt… really sick.” You brought up as you wiped away your slight tears before things got too crazy.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“He says it isn’t normal to be really sick during pregnancy. Sure morning sickness is normal but… with the sickness and overworking myself. He basically bedridden me.” You explained to him, humming to the feeling of Elvis rubbing his hand up and down your leg.
“We’ll get through this together okay?” He tried to reassure you, but you both knew deep down the Colonel would pull him away to film some random movie. The two of you repositioned yourselves and your back laid against his chest. His hand rested on your small bump and rubbed slight circles against it.
You played the rest of the day safe. Once your son woke up from his nap you played some games with him before one of the maids started dinner. You felt bad keeping them from their family, but you sent most of them home already. Only two decided to stay and you were thankful.
Everyone was tucked away in bed before you knew it. Of course not until after you left out milk and cookies for Santa, which Elvis was gonna have to eat and drink later. Along with putting the carrots back in the fridge. He also had you write Santa a little note. Asking for some last-minute items, even though you told him it was too late. Theo argued his case and won.
Christmas Day came sooner than you expected. Well, three in the morning kind of soon. You sat on the floor near the toilet. Everything you had eaten at dinner down the drain of the toilet. It wasn’t just morning sickness anymore. This baby was just… taking everything out of you. So, you sat there until you were able to push yourself up.
Elvis was still sound asleep. He had these moments where he would be either a heavy sleeper or a really light sleeper. Today was one of those heavy nights. You rinsed your mouth out with some water and popped a mint before heading back to bed. You didn’t expect him to wake up every single time. Someone needed rest to watch after Theodore, and Elvis was just more capable of that.
Despite not being able to do much, you knew damn well that you were going to dress up for the holidays. So, as you walked down the grand white staircase, you heard laughter and voices coming from the living room. You steadied yourself on the railing and put on your bravest smile.
Truth be told, you woke up and just didn’t want to move. And this is after the hour you had awake between three and four. Maybe you shouldn’t have ever moved since your doctor bedridden you. To say the least, you were grateful for your maids was an understatement. They would be the ones cooking and cleaning until this baby comes. Without them, you didn’t know how your baby would survive, not off of Elvis’ cooking that’s for damn sure.
You reached the bottom of the stairs and heard your baby boy’s voice announcing your arrival. “Mama!” He squealed in happiness. He got up on his feet and made his way over to you.
“Hi my sweet boy,” you said and reached down picking him up. You pressed multiple kisses on his cheek and made your way into the living room.
“Look how beautiful you look, Y/n,” your mother complimented you.
“Thank you, mama,” you said with a smile. Though, you doubted you even looked that beautiful. No amount of makeup or pretty dresses will hide the fact that you weren’t feeling well.
Elvis got up from his place on the couch and offered you his seat, which you gladly accepted. “So honey, is there a reason you’re not cooking today?” Your mother questioned.
“Oh, I’m just not feeling that well today, so Janice is holding down the kitchen,” you said with a small smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that dear,” your mother responded. You replied with a smile node and reached over for Elvis’s hand.
“I believe we were gonna open up presents before dinner, right darlin’?” Elvis looked over at you, seeing if that was still the schedule.
“Yes,” you nodded. “With everything planned out after dinner, Theo should fall asleep at his normal time.” You further explained looking over at your family.
“What about your father, Elvis? Isn’t he joining us?” Your mother asked with her sweet-toned southern accent.
“Unfortunately not, that b-“ Elvis quickly coughed to cover up what he almost accidentally said. “That wife of his has him over at their place celebrating. I think she’s still mad about Thanksgiving.”
“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that son,” your father said. Elvis smiled softly at him as a way to express gratitude.
“Shall we exchange gifts then? I know Theo must be dying to rip them open,” she let out a chuckle. Everyone joined in with her. You tickled Theo’s stomach and watched as he erupted in a fit of giggles.
“Let’s have him pick?” Elvis suggested, though it sounded like he was asking for permission. He wanted to be careful with what he said, he didn’t want to cause you any stress.
“Of course,” you responded and placed Theo down on the floor. At first, Theo just sat down, but with some encouragement from his family. He made his way over to the tree.
You had to arrange some things around, but you placed the tree where the grand white piano is. You, more like you had Elvis, move the piano back so that you could fit the tree. You always thought it looked nicest there.
Theo looked around trying to figure out what to grab first. Should he go for something big or something small? You just thought he was lost and confused about what to do. He was only two after all. Elvis kneeled down and placed his hand on your son’s back.
“How about we check the stockings? See if Santa filled them with some candy and toys,” your fiancé encouraged the young boy. Theo nodded excitedly at the sound of Santa, toys, and candy.
You watched your boys make their way over to the fireplace and Elvis pulled down the stocking. He wanted it to Theo and you watched as he started to pull things out one by one. You hummed softly and leaned back, and nuzzled into the blanket that was thrown around you.
Gifts took… an awfully long time. It was just, that every time Theo opened something he had to play with it right away. It would take anywhere from a minute, to five to get him to open up another present. Not to mention the tears he would shed because he couldn’t play with his toy. It was… a very emotional roller coaster.
“I actually have one more gift to give,” your father spoke up as he stood up. “I think you’ll be very happy with it.” He looked at you as he said it. You looked at him confused and pulled yourself away from Elvis’ shoulder.
“I found it the other day when I was cleaning out the attic,” your father explained as he pulled up a box that was hidden from your eyesight.
“What is it?” You questioned as he placed the box in your hands.
“Open it and you’ll see.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him and opened the box. You froze when you saw the old ragged, yet somehow in perfect condition, stuffed bunny staring up at you.
You lifted the bunny carefully and continued to stare at it. “Is this Miffy?” You asked as you looked over at your father.
“It is, I thought… maybe you could pass her down to your baby once they are born.” You smiled softly at his answer and nodded.
You got Miffy when you were a young girl. You would wear your pretty dresses and run around the yard. She slept by your side every night. Then she became a decoration on your dresser, and then soon she was placed in the attic. You never thought you would see her again, let alone in such great condition.
“I cleaned and fixed her up,” your mother spoke to you.
“Thank you, this… this means a lot to me.” You started to tear up. You and your goddamn pregnancy emotions. You were quick to wipe your eyes and soon picked up your boy from the ground.
The fear of losing your baby just kept coming back to you. You didn’t mean to think about it, but… seeing Miffy, and your dad suggesting giving her to your baby once they’re born. It brought that fear that if you are not careful enough, they’ll die.
You held Theodore close and excused yourself from your family. You pulled on your coat and boots and walked outside. “Mama, oday?” Theodore looked at you worried as he snuggled closer under your coat.
“Yes, mama is okay.” You replied softly and kissed the top of his head.
Don’t stress over this.
The more stress, the more likely you’ll have a miscarriage.
Happy thoughts, Y/n, happy thoughts.
“Hey baby, everything okay?” You heard your mother’s voice. You turned your head and spotted her behind her fluffy coat.
“Yeah, just got a bit emotional, is all,” you gave her a sad smile.
“May I offer some advice?” She asked gently. You nodded slowly and looked at her, your hand rubbing your son’s back.
“You’re gonna face rough pregnancies every so often. At the end of the day, when you are holding your baby close to your chest… that is when it all matters. It may seem rough, and like your life is over, but at the end of the tunnel is God’s greatest gift. A newborn baby.” She spoke as she looked at you, never for a second leaving your eyes.
“Do you think he sees us as sinners?” You asked with a sad expression. You may have not been heavily influenced by God, but he played a role in your life. Just as he did with your fiancé.
“Just because you two aren’t married? Perhaps, but he knows that you two are down that road of getting married. He knows Elvis has a crazy schedule. I believe he made an exception just for you two.”
“How do you always know what to say?” You questioned.
“I’m your mother, I’m supposed to.” She smiled and pulled you into a hug, being careful of the toddler against your chest. You leaned into her hug, not being able to properly hug back.
“Thank you.”
The three of you went back inside and waited for dinner to happen. The maids made a beautiful and tasteful dinner. The main course being the Ham. You didn’t understand the reasoning behind holiday meats. Thanksgiving was always served with Turkey, maybe a ham, but Christmas was served with ham.
Your plate was full to the brim, hopefully, you’ll be able to keep it all down. You hardly had much to eat during the day. A bowl of oatmeal and fresh-cut fruit in the morning, and then dinner now. After everyone finished up their plate, everyone slowly but surely left. Your parents, your brother… Vernon made sure to stop by to drop off presents and say hi.
Other than that, the maids cleaned up, you got Theo in the bath. Then you got him all ready to go to bed, with the help of Elvis. You then got in the bath yourself, figuring that would be the best way to destress. Before you knew it, you were in your pajamas and getting in bed.
You hummed softly as you pulled back the bed covers. You weren’t one to lie and say that the silk covers kept you warm during these cold months. Nonetheless, it made Elvis happy, and if Elvis was happy; you were happy. But- there was no way in hell you were gonna suffer while pregnant during the winter.
“Elvis,” you called out to him as you got into bed, slipping your legs under the covers.
“Yeah, darlin’?~~” You hum at his voice. You don’t know how, but he just sounded more southern at night. Maybe it was because he was getting sleepy. His voice was getting more raspy, the whole nine yards.
“We’re switching covers tomorrow.” You stated, not bothering to ask. You wanted your fleece sheets, not freezing silk.
“Hold on now-“ he came in from the bathroom, a toothbrush loosely hanging from his mouth. “What’s wrong with these?”
“Cold,” you answered simply, “and the baby doesn’t want to be cold. Mama doesn’t want to be cold.” You gave him that look. It was that very same look that said a million unspoken words.
Elvis had a lot of say what got done in his house. Despite it being considered as both of yours. At the end of the day, it was Elvis’ name on the deed. He was the one to purchase it. He was the one who got to design and plan out the rooms. Then of course your son got a say in what went on in his bedroom. Despite the mess, he would make every single day. All you were asking was for a simple change of the sheets.
“Fine fine,” he muttered under his breath as he returned to the bathroom. You choose to ignore it just this once.
Does the bedroom bother you? Yes, it absolutely does. Compared to the rest of the house, it was dark and moody. It almost screamed vampire. You were more than happy with the blackout curtains, but you wanted it to look more lively. To match the rest of the house. Then again, you think it would kill Elvis if you put any sense of color in his bedroom.
You reached over to your side table and picked up the book you were reading earlier. Joy in the Morning by Betty Smith. While Elvis was more into books that related closely to the lord, you were more of a romance fan. You liked your little romance novels because deep down you wanted your romance to be like them.
That isn’t to say that the relationship you have sucks. You have your rough moments just like every other couple. In these stories though… it feels as if nothing ever goes wrong for them. That is what you wanted. A perfect life, a perfect relationship, a perfect… everything. Yet every night before you two signed off, you would read together a verse in the bible. One chosen at random.
You would open the book, and go through the pages, stop at one random, run your finger along the page, and stop it at random. You two liked to take it as… a reading. Thought most of the time the verses don’t lead you on a path of anything. They are more or less… well, they are verses. Not fortune tellings, but you two still liked to take them as such.
The bathroom soon became dark and Elvis emerged from the doorframe. He made his way over to the bed and slid in next to you. Well, more like got in… then scooted over to you. He pressed a kiss to your head and pulled you into his warm embrace. You let out a light giggle and made sure to quickly save your space in the book.
“You know, I haven’t given you your gift yet.” He spoke softly. You hummed softly and turned your head upwards to look at him.
“You’re giving me a baby, Elvis.” You spoke gently as you brought your hand up to his jaw.
“I can give you one of those any time. This is a special gift.”
“And what does it have that the other special gifts don’t?” You raised your eyebrow.
“I-,” Elvis didn’t know how to respond. He generally just needed the excuse of Christmas to give you more gifts. “God told me to.”
“Did he now? And what did he tell you to get me?” You played along with his statement.
“Well, that’s for you to find out,” he pulled out a neatly wrapped long box. You could already guess that it was some type of jewelry because of the box. Not a ring or earrings, could be a bracelet, necklace, or even a watch. The possibilities were endless.
You took it out of his hands and ran your palm against it. “Let’s see if God chose correctly then.” You pulled the wrapped paper off and revealed a black velvet box. The words of a jewelry company posted on top. You opened it and saw a beautiful gold necklace with an oval, and an E engraved on it.
You opened the necklace and smiled at the pictures already in them. A picture of you and Elvis, a picture of Theodore, and two more spaces to be filled. You looked over at Elvis and started to tear up. “Elvis,” you whispered.
“Once our baby gets born we can add their picture… then we can do a family picture as well.”
“It’s perfect, I love it.” You threw your arms around him and pressed multiple kisses on his face. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he rubbed your back gently. “Merry Christmas, my darlin’,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and held his hand on your bump.
It may have started off as a rough day, but the ending was most worth it. Much like other things. The beginning may suck, but if you truck through to the end you will be rewarded.
“I love you,” you whispered against his lips as you kissed him.
“I love you, and I love our baby.”
“I love them too,” you smiled alongside with him. Just think, next year you’ll have two kids for Christmas. It may be chaotic, but you were ready for this chapter.
Special Taglist: @darlinboypresley @austinstyles
Author's note: I started writing this after the first part went up. But it took me all the day till the 19th to finish. I am not completely a hundred percent happy with this, but I think I want to turn this into a holiday fic. I don't think there will be one for New Years. I can see an Easter one happening, a 4th of July one, Halloween, loop back around I might do Veteran's day instead of Thanksgiving for next year. Then ending it again with Christmas. Of course the newborn being there.
In the original fic, the reader actually suffered a miscarriage, and I wasn't completely sure if I wanted to copy that over. So, I placed the idea in this fic, it does not mean it will happen, but it leaves the doors open for that possibility, though I kind of just said what would happen.
Next fic will be posted on Christmas Day. I hope to have it done much quicker then I did this fic. I hope everyone is having a wonderful holidays!
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i've got my eye on you
pairing: austin x reader
summeray; uh reader is getting hate and becomes suicidal austin heps them trough it uh yea
trigger wanrnings: mentions of hate, suicide depresion swearing
authors note; i wrote this from a very persoal pov so if you have any hate keep it to yourself and dont read it please
It wasn’t easy for Austin to see his girlfriend being hated on, no matter what you did it was never good enough for his fans. i mean you were a singer and he was an actor.. the two of you'd been dating for quite sometime now and the hate kept coming but…
In full honesty it shouldn’t matter right? He thought to himself. But that was easier said then done, he loved you and you loved him and that’s all that should matter.
But lately he started to notice his girlfriend giving away things she liked, not even liked, love it could differ from it being your favorite lipstick. To your favorite dress, it was mostly to your friends but…
That didn’t mean he didn’t have his mind on it. If he was honest with himself he saw you losing that twinkle in your eyes. As if you were losing your love for life and he just.. he couldn’t let his baby, his precious girl slip through his fingers like that.
He couldn't have it all gone, after his day off filming he decided to pick up a bouquet of your favorite flowers, sure it was a small gesture but it’s gotta count for something…right? he questioned himself. when he finally got back to you’re shared apartment, he found you sobbing on the couch,
his heart broke at the sound of your sobbing. There you were the love of his life his Everything. Was sitting on the couch wearing her favorite hoodie. And was crying her eyes out, reading all the hate his own God fans posted on internet.
He told her every time again not to look at it. That they weren’t true but she couldn’t help it they haunted her down if they needed to, on to tell her stuff like “you are so fucking ugly” or “Austin deserves so much better”, “I don’t know what he sees in her she’s so talentless”.
To be honest the list went on and on about how much they hated his girl. But what people don’t understand is that words and actions hurt and my god was his girl going. Trough it he gently made his way over to the couch and. Got on his knees in front of you “baby..” he said gently as ever. In a thick southern accent he had due to getting the honors to play the king of rock n roll. In the upcoming biopic Elvis,
“Hey c’mon honey look at me.. show me that pretty face please.” He said gently trying to keep his voice from cracking as his heart was breaking. You looked up at him as you managed to say trough your tears “I-I c-can’t do it anymore aus.. they hate me you ha-“ you cried as he cut you off before you could even finish that sentence.
“Don’t even dare say that I hate you baby. You know I love you… please don’t cry they don’t know what their talking about their dumb, and please don’t say that baby, you’re so strong I know you are darling we can get trough it” he said as he gently grabbed you’re face and placed his lips on yours. Finally letting his tears run over his cheeks,
He looked at her as she let out a soft sigh. It took him a while to speak up again, “ please princess please promise me you won’t … you won’t hurt yourself!” He asked and you looked at him for a moment. “I-….I promise”. You sobbed as he pulled you in a hug and climbed on the couch with you so he could cuddle you. he hate how he saw you lose joy in life, you started to lose joy in making music, you started to lose your passion for singing, the list went on and on.
and austin had only one mission really, that was to make you fall back in love with life
heyyy guys i uh was hopefull to say i'm back fully but i dont think i am since i just posted this while crying, but one day i'll be back you just wait and see
thank you for everyone liking/reblogging my posts it means A LOT as always i love you my munchkins
forever yours j x
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you’re all i see
pairing: austin!elvis x reader
summary: y/n attends one of elvis’s shows and overhears fans talking about a girl he had supposedly been seeing. she assumes elvis is cheating on her and decides to distance herself from him.
warning: literally every emotion ever but mostly lots & lots of ANGST. inaccuracies to the movie, the whole talk about getting shipped off after the show at russwood doesn’t happen.
word count: just over 5k, whoops.
notes: this is my first elvis fic and this is also the first story i’ve written that i’m actually very proud of!!! i’ve spent hours on it. big thank you to @asshlyyyy for giving me the idea. she has been the absolute sweetest and most helpful person. keep in mind that i’m still learning about writing and trying to get better. i hope everyone who reads enjoys! please leave some kind words if you like it! <3
july 4th, 1956
“honey, i promise you it’s all gonna be alright,” you comforted elvis as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring blankly into it.
you walked behind elvis, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his back. elvis was silent, which was usual for him when he was overthinking.
“just go with your heart, baby. what you feel in your heart could never lead you wrong,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his back.
your moment was interrupted when you looked over to see the colonel entering the room. you internally rolled your eyes, backing away from your boyfriend.
“you ready to go, my boy?” the colonel smiled and all you wanted to do was slap the grin right off of his face.
elvis turned to look at him while placing his palm on your lower back.
“yeah, let me get my tie on and i’ll be out there in a second,” elvis nodded to him.
“miss y/n, you’ll be riding with mrs. and mr. presley. correct?” the colonel asked like he didn’t already know the answer.
you nodded your head as you chewed on your bottom lip.
“well, um… i have you a great seat that’s away from the parents. wouldn’t want any fans spotting you with them and speculating, would we?” the colonel chuckled.
“we sure wouldn’t,” you spoke coldly, pressing your lips together.
you hadn’t liked the colonel since the moment that you met him. you always told mrs. presley that there was something off about him. but you tolerated him, only for elvis’s sake of course.
the first time you ever met the colonel, he made it very clear that he didn’t want you in the public eye at all. he didn’t even want you going in public with elvis. he wanted you to be a ghost, basically.
you had been with elvis since before his career took off. so when the first conversation arose about ‘being available’ between the colonel and elvis, elvis told him that he couldn’t pay him enough money to take you away from him. it was definitely out of question.
elvis had told you everything the colonel had suggested to him and you started disliking him even more after that.
you tried to understand that elvis only went along with the secretiveness of your relationship to keep the colonel happy because he was indeed, his boss. but sometimes you think there’s more reasoning than he’s letting onto.
“ya’ help me with my tie, baby?” you were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard elvis’s voice. also noticing the colonel had left the room.
you smiled softly and nodded, grabbing the red and white tie that was laid out on the bed. you raised onto to your tippy toes a bit, bringing the tie around elvis’s neck.
you could feel his eyes staring down on you. elvis knew that you didn’t like the secretiveness of the relationship. but he also knew you didn’t want it to be public just for the fame. you wanted everyone to know that you loved him and that he loved you, plain and simple.
“you know i love you?” elvis asked, seemingly out of nowhere. you switched your eyes up to his blue ones for a few seconds before focusing on the task at hand.
“i do,” you said quietly, you felt so small with him basically standing over you.
you finished with his tie and gave him a light pat on the chest. you watched as he grabbed his tux jacket and pulled it on. you could see how tense the show had him just by his posture.
elvis walked closer to you as he buttoned just one of the buttons on his jacket, before bringing his hands to cup your cheeks.
“i’m gonna go with my heart… just like you told me,” elvis told you softly.
you nodded your head as he leaned down to press a short kiss to your lips.
“i love you,” you whispered against his lips before the both of you pulled away.
“and i love you,” elvis said, taking your hand and exiting the room.
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you rode with elvis’s family to the russwood park stadium where the show was going to take place. the car was full of tension and no one really said a word on the way there until vernon spoke up.
“i hope elvis don’t pull nothin’ that could get us in trouble,” you peered out of the window as the car pulled into the stadium. you had never seen so many people in your life.
“y/n, did he say anything to ya about what he was going to do? he won’t tell us anything… and i’m just so worried i can’t take it,” gladys spoke, looking over to you with sincere eyes.
“no ma’am, um… he just told me he was going to follow his heart… which i think is the best thing for him,” you said and gladys reached to squeeze your hand, nodding.
the car came to a halt as a man in uniform opened the back door signaling for you to get out. you stepped out, gladys stepping out shortly behind you.
a few men in uniform walked the group of you behind the stage, awaiting elvis who had apparently just arrived because the screams of fans became louder and louder.
“there are reserved seats for the family on the side,” a man spoke to elvis’s parents, pointing to a group of empty chairs.
gladys counted them, noticing there was not a chair for one of you. she began to open her mouth but looked over to see the colonel and elvis walking up.
you couldn’t even get a word out before the colonel had grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of the stage, walking in between the crowd and the men lining the stage that were wearing white.
“best seat in the house,” the colonel cockily smiled and pointed to the only empty chair in the first row. it was towards the end where a bunch of dancers that had previously been on the stage were sitting.
“thank you,” you rolled your eyes as you sat down, watching him scurry back over behind the stage.
you began to rub your hands up and down your thighs, becoming nervous from the large group of people around you. you hoped elvis would be on soon, so all of your attention could be on him.
“i wonder if he’s ever slept with a fan,” you heard a girl giggle behind you. you subconsciously listened in on their conversation, trying your best to hear over the crowd.
“i bet so! but i heard he’s got a girl…” you heard another voice come from behind you. you scratched your neck as you leaned back further to listen closely.
“i heard somewhere that it was an actress or something. they were seen downtown a couple of weeks ago but they’re trying to keep it secretive. that’s why he’s always said he’s single but i also heard he’s a cheat… so you might have a chance,” the girl continued.
your fingers started to play with the hem of your dress nervously.
you were indeed not an actress, just a regular girl.
how could he cheat on me?
he’s always with me, when could he have done this?
are they telling the truth?
questions started to fog your brain as tears whelmed up in your eyes. you couldn’t believe what you had just heard.
you quickly rubbed your eyes to rid them of tears that were about to escape as elvis walked onto the stage. the screams got louder as you tried to subside your thoughts.
elvis stood in front of the microphone, silent for a few seconds as fans calmed down.
“there’s been a lot of talk about the new elvis,” your boyfriend spoke into the microphone, signaling shouts of discouragement from fan's.
“and of course that other guy…” you watched as elvis rose his pinky finger and wiggled it, singing a short line from hound dog.
all negative thoughts put behind you, you smiled to yourself, he could never be serious for too long. and that’s one of the reasons you loved him.
everyone cheered for him as he looked through the crowd, his eyes landing on you.
“a lot of people say a lot of things,” elvis started, “of course, you’ve got to listen to the people that you love,” elvis spoke, looking over to the colonel and nodding.
you began to feel nervous for him, thinking the colonel had coursed him in the car on the way here.
“but in the end, you’ve got to listen to yourself,” elvis said, shooting you a quick look as you gave him a comforting smile.
“so i want you to know those new york people ain’t gon’ change me none,” elvis shouted, the crowd cheering and you began to clap.
you watched as he walked over and sat his guitar down on a piano and whispered a word to his bandmate.
“i’m gon’ show you what the real elvis is like tonight!” elvis yelled as he gripped his microphone.
you grinned as you stood up, clapping for him with everyone else.
“you lookin’ for trouble?” elvis began to sing as his band started playing. you smirked to yourself, knowing the colonel was probably shitting his pants right now.
you were almost knocked off of your feet as the fans began to push towards the stage, which caused your body to be nailed up against it.
you tried your best to breathe as you watched your boyfriend perform but the people pushing against you didn’t help.
your boyfriend's back was to you as he sang, “so don’t you mess around with me,” walking backward to your side of the stage and settling right in front of you.
“i never looked for trouble, but i never ran,” elvis sang, his leads spreading right in front of you.
you looked up at him and licked your lips as you took him all in. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.
and he was all mine… you thought possessively to yourself but the words from the girls that were behind you a few minutes ago popped back in your head.
you zoned out for about 30 seconds, staring at the floor of the stage as girls pushed and shoved around you.
your thoughts snapped as you saw your boyfriend's knees hit the stage in front of you. he made quick eye contact with you before singing.
“because i’m evil,” elvis thrusted his hips in front of you as you smirked up at him.
his face got closer to yours as you stared at him in awe. only ungodly thoughts crossed your mind.
his familiar fingers grabbed your face, his face stilling a few inches away while singing, “my middle name is misery.”
you could’ve fallen to the floor at that moment, watching as he pulled away from you and stood back up.
a few short seconds later, the crowd started going absolutely berserk. guards were attacking people as your rib cage was probably getting bruised, getting pushed against the stage.
you started to have a panic attack due to everything going on around you. you couldn’t even pay a speck of attention to your boyfriend. your mind was everywhere.
not even a minute later, elvis was being pulled off of the stage by a group of men. he frantically tried to get away from them all while trying to find your face in the crowd, which he did.
“get her out of there!” elvis frantically yelled to one of his band mates.
tears fled your eyes as you watched the men manhandle your boyfriend and also from the pain of people pushing against you.
you felt relief as one of elvis’s band mates pulled you out of the crowd and onto the stage. the both of you quickly jumped off before a guard could pull you off.
you ran over to the car you arrived in, seeing gladys yelling at someone and looking over to see it was elvis. he made eye contact with you, knowing you were safe.
“mama, get in the car!” elvis screamed as he got shoved into the back of his car.
you grabbed gladys’s arm, pulling her into the car and away from the commotion. elvis watched out of his window to make sure you and his family were in the car and safe.
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you arrived back at graceland, noticing the car that elvis was in was already parked at the front.
the whole ride home you had been thinking about what those girls who were sitting behind you had said. the words burned into your mind, every word playing on repeat in your head.
you should be thinking about the absolute catastrophe that had just happened at the show but your mind didn’t allow you to.
you walked into the house, elvis’s family still loading out of the car behind you. the first thing you saw was elvis pacing around the living room, cursing to himself.
“oh my god… y/n, honey… are you okay? elvis asked as he walked up to you. you nodded softly as hugged you, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“elvis!” vernon screamed as he walked in, “i’m glad to see you’re okay but what in the hell was that?”
elvis just stood there and shook his head.
“deddy, i ain’t mean for things to get that out of hand,” elvis spoke, staring down at the floor.
“i’m just glad you’re okay, baby,” gladys whispered as she gave elvis a loving hug.
the tension in the room started to come down until vernon began to yell again about how elvis should’ve known better and how the colonel was going to let him go.
“i don’t give a damn, deddy!” elvis spewed. you had never seen him so mad before, he had gone off on almost everyone in the room except you and his mama at this point. elvis stopped yelling as the front door opened and the colonel walked in.
the colonel had a disappointed look on his face which made you want to snicker but you didn’t.
you watched as elvis walked closer to him, his face red from yelling.
elvis started by pointing a finger in his face, “first of all, i want to know why the hell you put my girl in that damn crowd? she was getting crushed out there! i’m not putting up with your-“
“elvis, it’s fine,” you placed your hand on his shoulder trying to drag him away from the colonel but he wouldn’t budge.
“it’s not fucking fine, y/n!” elvis yelled, getting very close to your face. you backed away, tears immediately forming in your eyes. the two of you had had fights but he had never screamed in your face.
the colonel shook his head and spoke up which made elvis’s attention snap to him, “i’ll just leave. it’s not a good time. we can talk about all of this tomorrow.” he turned towards the door as the room was engulfed in silence.
“no, i’ll leave,” you spurted out, wiping the tears from under your eyes.
elvis looked over to you, now noticing how upset you were. you watched his heart break into a million pieces at the sight of you.
“honey, no… i didn’t mean-“ elvis started as his hands tried to reach out and pull you into him but you strayed away from him.
“i’m fine, i’ll see you tomorrow,” you said lowly, not making eye contact with anyone as you grabbed your keys that sat on the table by the entrance.
you opened the door, slamming it a little too hard as you shut it. you ran down the steps, hearing the door open and close behind you.
“y/n, i didn’t mean to yell. just come back in and i’ll get the colonel to leave. we can just go onto bed, please just come back in,” elvis said as he walked quickly behind you.
the thoughts of him cheating on you ran through your head once again, you couldn’t take anymore.
you turned around to face him as you made it to the side of your car.
“i need space, elvis,” you said, staring into his glossy blue eyes.
“are you mad at me because i yelled? i promise you, i ain’t mean to get that loud. you know i wouldn’t do nothin’ to ever intentionally upset you, darlin’,” elvis said with tears in his eyes, walking closer but you backed away.
you ignored his question, “elvis, just let me go. i’ll be fine in the morning and we can put this behind us. you’ve just gotta give me some space, okay?”
“okay…” elvis whispered as you opened the car door on your purple cadillac that elvis had bought you a while ago after you told him you didn’t need it, but he insisted.
you sank in the seat, reaching to close the door but elvis’s hand stopped it.
“i love you, y/n,” he peered down at you as he held the door open.
“i love you, elvis,” you said bluntly, simply not in the mood. tears leave his eyes, that’s the first time you had said i love you to him that sounded like you didn’t mean it. elvis let go of the door so you shut it and started your car.
elvis watched as you drove out of the gates, not knowing you had started to cry again shortly after pulling away.
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it had been 3 days since the last time you saw elvis. he had called you the morning after the incident but you told him that you didn’t feel well and just wanted to rest at home, which wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the whole story.
he had called a few more times that day and your mama had answered. you told her to tell him that you didn’t feel like coming to the phone so she did. but he didn’t let her off after that, asking questions like
“you sure she doesn’t need to go to the hospital?”
“will you let me know if i can bring her anything?”
“mrs. y/l/n, will you tell her to call me when she’s feeling better?”
“can i come to see her? i don’t wanna bother her but i won’t stay long.”
and the list goes on… he was worried sick about you.
you being okay was the only thing he could think about, but the only thing you could think about is his lips on another woman’s… his hands wondering someone else’s body…
you had driven yourself crazy over the words that had come out of that girl's mouth a few nights ago. your mama even started to worry about you because you barely ever stayed at your own house. you had even started to call graceland your home because you were there 90% of the time. but you had been locked up in your bedroom for three days now.
you overheard your mom on the phone as you poured yourself some cereal in the kitchen.
“so he rose his voice at her? you think this is the whole reason she’s been acting like this? there’s got to be something else we don’t know about… you know they’ve had their fights but they’re usually over it by the next day. i just can’t put a hammer to the nail, gladys,” you heard your mother say, instantly listening closer when you heard she was talking about you.
a few seconds of silence went by before she continued, “if i figure it out i’ll let you know, and don’t worry bout her. y/n is a tough girl, she’ll get through whatever it is.”
more silence.
“yes, i’ll let her know. mhm, okay… bye,” you heard the phone being placed back on the hook as you quickly went back to making your cereal.
you then heard her footsteps walking towards the kitchen, wishing you had time to escape the conversation but you did not.
“gladys just called,” your mother said, entering the kitchen and sitting on a stool at the bar.
“and said?” you asked, scooping a spoon full of cereal into your mouth and then looking over to her.
“well, you won’t tell me what happened between you and elvis… so i asked about it. she said something about elvis yelling at you while he was trying to defend you to the colonel. is that true?”
you scoffed at the fact they were conspiring on your relationship, “y’all do know we’re not 17 anymore, right? y’all don’t have to discuss us or guide us through this. we’re not kids anymore.”
“listen, gladys is worried sick about you and so is elvis. whatever happened between the two of you can be worked out, i’m sure of that. you love that boy and he loves you, i know it and so does everyone else. you can’t throw five good years together down the drain, y/n.”
you shook your head as anger began to flow through your veins. you didn’t do this, elvis did. elvis caused all of this. you finally lost it.
“mama, i didn’t throw five years down the damn drain! elvis did with some other woman! but keep thinking you know it fucking all!” you yelled before you stormed out of the kitchen.
you had never talked to your mother that way but she had to be crazy to think you’d stopped talking to the man over him raising his voice at you. it was pathetic to think.
you slammed your door as you walked into your bedroom. you crawled into your bed and bawled your eyes out for what felt like hours before you fell asleep.
you were woken up at the sound of someone knocking at your front door. you looked over to the clock on your bedside table which read 11:34 PM.
you got out of your bed and wandered down the hall, seeing your mom had already answered the door and she was talking to someone who stood behind the door frame.
“mama, who is that? it’s almost midnight,” you groggily complained as you got closer to the door.
your mother stepped out of the way, revealing elvis. you squinted to make sure it was really him and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
but it was real, and it was him standing on your front porch with the most sorrowed look on his face, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“absolutely not,” you started, turning around to head back to your room, “go home elvis!” you yelled, hearing his footsteps coming behind you in the hallway as you sped up.
“y/n! just talk to me, baby,” elvis chased behind you. you made it to your bedroom door, trying to shut it but elvis slipped in the door before you could.
he stood in front of you and you thought to yourself, i’ve never seen him look this rough before. he looked like he had been crying but he had no damn right to be crying after what he did to you.
you imagined you looked like pure death, standing there wearing a large t-shirt and some of his boxers he had left at your house years ago. you had red speckles all over your face from bawling so hard. you hadn’t brushed your hair in days.
“elvis, get out…” you muttered, not having the strength to look him in the eyes any longer so your sight rested on the floor.
“just explain to me, y/n… what did i do? was it the yelling? i-“ elvis started as you looked up at him with a shocked face.
“you think this is about the stupid 5 seconds that you yelled at me? don’t act fucking stupid elvis!” you laughed in disbelief while simultaneously feeling tears brim your eyes.
“you think that i’ve been ignoring you all because you yelled at me?” you repeated yourself as you began to cry thinking about the real reason.
you pointed your finger roughly to his chest, “don’t act fucking ignorant. you know what the hell you di-,” you cried so hard you couldn’t even get your words out.
elvis’s heart broke into small pieces inside of him, watching the woman he loves fall apart in front of him. tears threatened to fall from his eyes as his hands started to shake.
elvis tried to wrap his arms around you but you tried your hardest to push him away.
“calm down, darlin’,” elvis stayed calm as you tried to shove him away. you tried your best to get away from him for over a minute but you broke down. all the energy left your body.
“no, no, no!” you whaled as you finally gave up struggling to push his stronger arms away.
your body fell limp into his arms as you began to sink to the ground, elvis holding you the whole way down, dropping the bouquet of flowers on the floor.
elvis’s back slid down the door, bringing you with him.
you let out whimpers as you gently landed on the floor, elvis wrapped his arms even tighter around you as you cried into his chest.
you cried and cried and cried, elvis ran his large hand up and down your back because he knew that was one of the only ways to calm you down.
“you’re okay,” elvis cooed, your crying starting to subside after a few minutes of elvis comforting you.
“when you’re ready, i’m gon’ need you to sit up and look at me. i’m gon’ need you to tell me what i’ve done to make you so upset. i’m not gon’ raise my voice, in fact, i won’t say a word until you want me to. okay, doll?” elvis whispered, hearing your soft sobs eventually go away.
you let a few minutes of silence go by because your head was pounding from crying so hard. you could feel the snot and tears spread all over your face, you almost felt ashamed to pull your head away from his chest, but you had to.
you slowly disconnected your head away from him, elvis looking down to see the mess on your face. you didn’t make eye contact with him as he took the sleeve of his sweater and wiped your face off.
elvis didn’t give a damn about the mess on his sleeve at this point, the only thing he cared about was you and what he had supposedly done to you to make you hurt so much.
you readjusted yourself, sitting in front of him with your legs crossed. your feet brushed his shoes because you were sitting so close to him.
you finally got the confidence to look away from the flowers that laid on the floor and up at him, he was already staring at you waiting for you to explain.
“whenever you’re ready, baby,” elvis whispered, placing a hand on your knee.
you squeezed your eyes shut, thinking about what you were about to say. you had to try your hardest not to start crying again as you said to him, “at the show the other night…” you dragged on, scared to say the next sentences, “these girls that were sitting behind me were talking about you and um… some girl that you were supposedly seeing.”
you paused as elvis gave you a blank expression but you went on, “they said you were seeing a girl. i didn’t mean to eavesdrop but i did. said that it was maybe an actress that you had been spotted with downtown.”
you looked down to your lap because you couldn’t take his blank stare anymore. “i just got to thinking and you’ve always agreed with colonel about keeping our relationship private. i thought maybe you kept us private so you could see other women. that had me all in my head as well. so all i’ve been thinking about is you with another woman. you kissing her, touching her, fucking her…” you stopped at that because tears began to drop from your eyes into your lap.
“darlin’… i- are ya fuckin’ stupid?” elvis chuckled as your head snapped up into his direction.
a look of relief was on his face while your jaw was on the ground, shocked at his response.
“elvis… i- excuse me?” you said, defensively. you were about to snap on him. what the hell is funny about this conversation?
elvis continued to laugh as you slapped his arm as hard as you could which made him stop laughing.
“y/n y/m/n y/l/n, i love you to death but you sure ain’t the brightest bulb in the box,” elvis shook his head as he smiled.
you were speechless and confused.
“baby, they were talkin’ bout you,” elvis said as your jaw dropped even farther open.
“are you being serious right now? because… i- how do you know that?” you asked as a permanent smile stayed on elvis’s lips.
“honey, i ain’t been downtown with a woman besides you or my mama. never in my life, have i even thought about being with another woman while i’ve been with you. y/n, you’re all i see.”
you felt so stupid, you really did. you spent the rest of the conversation on the floor wanting to punch yourself for thinking elvis would do that to you.
although elvis thought it was funny, he also reassured you that you never had to worry about that, never.
after a few minutes of him talking you down, he finally stood up and reached his hand towards you to pull you up.
“i’m so sorry, elvis,” you apologized for the tenth time.
elvis shook his head, he had already told you to stop saying sorry.
you looked down, seeing the bouquet of flowers that still lied on the floor.
“the flowers are lovely… thank you,” you giggled as you leaned down to pick them up.
elvis came closer to you, the only thing between you being the flowers you held in your hands. elvis leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips which you smiled into.
elvis pulled away, noticing the flowers were what was keeping him from not pressing up to your body fully, “fuck the flowers,” elvis chuckled as he took them from your hands and threw them back onto the floor.
his lips returned to yours as you tried your best not to laugh but you couldn’t hold it in. elvis started to chuckle again, resting his forehead on yours.
“i am so in love with you, elvis presley,” you smiled, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks.
“and i’m even more in love you, y/n y/l/n.”
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Thanksgiving
Fic Warnings: There are no warnings from what I know. Reader and Elvis do have a baby. Davada is mentioned for a bit, but this is just wholesome content. There may be spelling and grammatical errors. Author's note at the end.
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Thanksgiving. A day to get together with family. Yet, it is also a very stressful day for the cook. Which so happened to be you. Typically you had Thanksgiving at your parent's house, yet for some stupid reason, you spoke up and took the chef’s hat. You didn’t know the first thing about how to cook a turkey! Thank god they made Thanksgiving cookbooks because lord knows you would’ve messed up big time.
Your eyes fluttered open gently as you felt your body forcing you to wake up. You scrunched yourself up as you reached over for your husband. You let out a hum as his body turned over. You looked up at his face, your eyes still adjusting to waking up. The sunshine was slowly creeping past the blackout curtains. The sounds of birds chirping filled the air gently.
“Mmm, mornin’,” Elvis spoke groggily, still trying to wake up himself.
“Morning,” you responded back softly. These were your moments of silence before you two would be forced awake to tend to your son. “I have to get up, I have to start prepping dinner.”
“Already?” Elvis asked confused as he brought his thumb up to your cheek, caressing it gently.
“Well, I have to do breakfast first. Then I think I read that the turkey can take anywhere between… two up to six hours.” You explained to him.
“That’s a long time…”
“It just depends on how many pounds it is,” you explained as you tried to pull yourself away.
“Mm, come back,” he hit you with that thick, raspy, southern accent. You hummed at the sound as he pulled you back to him.
“I have to get ready,” you said as you looked into his blue orbs.
“And I think we should stay in bed a bit longer,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against your neck, leaving soft kisses behind.
“We have a son to tend to,” you hummed as you lifted your chin, giving him more room.
“In a second,” he muttered and ran his hands up your shirt, grasping the two soft breasts. You let out a light moan and closed your eyes gently. You didn’t know what got Elvis in a touchy mood, but you weren’t complaining. Then again, you had to start prepping for Thanksgiving… You didn’t want to flop and no one wants to come to yours ever again.
“Elvis,” you whispered. He hummed and pulled away knowing if he didn’t stop you would yell at him.
“Alright alright,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. You returned the kiss happily and got up. You made your way into the closet, just as Elvis got up to check on your son.
You had him when you two first got into a relationship. He was an accident, yes, but you both love him so much than that. Elvis was a little reluctant at first, not really knowing if he could handle kids. Yet, he turned out to be one of the best fathers ever. You both were scared honestly.
You were only twenty-one at the time, Elvis was twenty-seven. You’ve known him for a couple of months before you two got together, but… for some reason you got pregnant, no matter how many times you two did it, you didn’t get pregnant till you were together. Weird how the world works out sometimes.
As you came out of the shower you wrapped yourself up in a towel to dry off. You walked over to the sink and did some light skincare before going and drying off completely. You slipped into your robe and went over to your vanity to get ready.
“There he is,” Elvis smiled as his son finally opened his eyes up. Your son responded by rubbing his eyes, confused as to why his father was waiting for him to wake up. “Mornin’ bub.”
“Hai,” Theo responded still tired from waking up. Elvis reached down for him and picked him up.
“Do you know what today is?” Elvis questioned as he walked over to the closet, Theo’s hands tightly holding onto the robe Elvis threw on.
“No,” he responded with a soft voice and a shake of his head.
“It’s Thanksgiving,” Elvis said as he made his way downstairs.
“Wot danktdiving?” Theo asked confused as he picked his head up to look at his father. This was only going to be his second Thanksgiving, and even so, you knew Thanksgiving was gonna have to be explained for many more years to come.
“It is a time when families gather together and feast upon a big feast while giving thanks for things we are thankful for,” Elvis explained, though he doubted Theodore picked up on any of that.
“Wot you dankful for?” The young boy curiously asked.
“Your mama,” Elvis answered in a heartbeat as he pulled out the milk. “Yourself,” Elis smiled as he tickled Theodore’s belly. Theo responded with a fit of giggles. He was surely awake now.
Elvis placed Theodore on the counter and turned the sink on to warm water, just to warm up the milk a bit. “My family, your mama’s family. Ma fans, I’m thankful for a lot.” Elvis continued down his list.
“Mama!” Theodore explained.
“Yes, I am thankful for her,” Elvis responded and handed him the milk bottle. Theo took it in his hands and started to drink out of the straw. You two always prepared a bottle of milk for him so you wouldn’t have to worry about prepping it in the morning.
Elvis walked over to the coffee maker and started to get the coffee ready. He knew you both were gonna need a lot of coffee to make it through the day. He looked over at Theo to make sure everything was okay with him. As he did he noticed you coming down the stairs. Dressed all beautifully in Thanksgiving colors.
“What?” You asked confused as you noticed two sets of blue eyes on you. “Is my makeup smudged?” You asked as you walked over to Theo and pressed your lips on the top of his head.
“You look beautiful,” Elvis admitted. You always looked beautiful in his eyes. No matter what you looked like or what you wore. He found you beautiful.
“Thank you,” you responded with a smile and walked over to him. “You should get dressed.” You said as you smoothed out his silk robe.
“But-”
“No buts, now go on,” you whispered and pressed up on your toes and pressed your lips against his for a short kiss. Elvis hummed against your lips happily and placed his hand on your hips. Once the two of you pulled away he gave your hip a squeeze and made his way up the stairs.
“Who’s ready for breakfast?!” You clapped your hands together as you went over to Theo, who had just finished his milk.
“Me!” He exclaimed with a smile.
“Yeah? What do you want?” You questioned him with a smile.
“Um…” Theodore started to think about what he wanted.
“Do you want… pancakes?” You questioned. Theo responded with a shake of his head. “Oatmeal?” Another shake. “Eggs and bacon?”
“Wes!” He exclaimed happily. You smiled and picked him up from his spot on the counter, dragged over his high chair, and placed him in it.
You went over to the fridge and pulled out the things you needed. Eggs, bacon, sausage, butter, jelly, hashbrowns, etc. You grabbed out a big bowl and started to make breakfast. You hummed lightly and worked elegantly around the kitchen.
Elvis came down after he finished getting ready and opened the fridge. He pulled out glasses from the cabinet and started to fill them up. In the background, Theo was babbling about a story. “Yeah?” Elvis urged him to go on. You smiled looking over at him. “No way,” Elvis turned to look at him shocked. Theo giggled and nodded at his father.
You two enjoyed breakfast and you cleaned up the kitchen while Elvis got Theodore ready for the day. You prepped the turkey and got Elvis to put it in the oven. You had some time to relax before you had to slave away in the kitchen. Elvis offered many times to help, but to be honest… Elvis in the kitchen can be a bit too much sometimes. He was best playing with your son.
The sound of the doorbell filled your ears as you worked on mashing the potatoes together. “Elvis! Hun! Can you get that!” You called out to him. You knew he was right in the family room next to the door, but it couldn’t hurt.
Elvis stood up from the pile of toys he was in and made his way over to the door. He pulled it open and was greeted by your family. Both your parents and your younger brother. “Hey,” Elvis said with a smile and moved out of the way. “Please come in.”
Your parents both thanked the tall gentleman and walked in. As they did they started to take their coats off which Elvis offered to take. It didn’t take long until your mother made her way over to your perfect baby boy. Your father on the other hand made his way into the kitchen. They always say that a way to a man’s heart is through food.
“There’s my hardworking daughter,”
“Hi Dad,” you smiled as you plugged the hand mixer in. “Mama with, Theo?” You questioned as you turned to look at him.
“You know it,” he chuckled lightly, “it smells amazing.” He complimented. You smiled softly as the words fell into your heart. Elvis was saying it all day, but to hear it from an outsider's opinion who wasn’t surrounded by the smell all day… it meant something more.
“Thank you, Dad, it means a lot. I was actually nervous… but… we just took the turkey out and… it looks really good.” You didn’t want to speak too well on the subject just in case things would fall apart.
“I’m sure everything will come together.” He smiled, and with that, he left you to finish up. There were just a few last things that needed to be put together before it could be eaten. Not to mention you were still waiting on a very important someone.
“Oh my gosh, he’s just growing so big.” Your mother gushed at the two-year-old.
“He really is,” Elvis nodded in agreement. He felt bad for not helping you in the kitchen, but someone had to watch Theodore. He did help with the turkey though so maybe it wasn’t a total loss. He just didn’t want you to feel like you were a housewife, even though you were. He didn’t want to make you feel like you had to be one.
Even if it was your idea to host Thanksgiving. Truth be told, you’ve been wanting to host for a while now, but Theo was one last year… then he was still just a newborn, and then you were pregnant. So the last three Thanksgivings weren’t a possibility. This was your time to shine, and you really wanted to make it perfect so that you could host again.
It didn’t take long until the doorbell went off again. Elvis excused himself from your mother’s conversation and answered the door. His face dropped, and he swore his eye started to twitch. What was she doing here? Was all he could think of. He remembers specifically himself, and you, telling his dad HE was invited, not HER.
“Elvis,” Vernon said with a smile as he held a disclosed box in his hands. A favor you called in.
“Hi Daddy,” Elvis responded, but his eyes stayed on the fake Barbie standing in front of him. “What are you doing here, Davada?”
“Please, I’ve told you plenty of times it’s Dee, Elvis.” She laughed obnoxiously. He wanted to rip his ears off. They hadn’t even planned for her to show up, let alone with her three sons.
“I hate to do this, but my wife simply hasn’t planned on this many people. We only planned for seven people.”
“You and Y/n finally got married?” Davada looked at him confused, ignoring that he was basically denying her entry.
“Still engaged, but that’s none of your business. As I said, we simply don’t have the room or food to serve any more people.”
“Son,” Vernon put on a stern voice.
“Daddy, I invited you. Y/n invited you. We planned for seven guests, not ten.” Elvis responded. You came out from the kitchen when you first heard her name, you only just came around the corner once you knew nothing was going to burn.
“Vernon,” you spoke with a small voice and a smile.
“There’s my daughter-in-law,” Vernon said with a smile as you welcomed him in with a side hug. “I got that cake you wanted,” he whispered in your ear. Your smile widened as you took the box out of his hands.
“You clean up very nicely, Y/n,” Davada broke you out of your calm thoughts. You let out a hum and turned towards her.
“Hi Davada,” you spoke, refusing to use her nickname, “I’m sure Elvis has already told you, but there’s nearly not enough food.”
“Oh please, there’s always leftovers.” She tried to push herself in but Elvis stood his ground. There was one thing he wasn’t a fan of… strangers in his house. While she may have not been a stranger, he certainly didn’t like her.
“Well, I planned according. There may be a few things left over, but not a lot. I do greatly apologize, but we had only seven people in mind for a month now at this point. I hope you do understand.” You responded to her. Elvis knew you meant business when you got fancy. You were always one to try and keep your cool, especially when your son was able to see you.
“Well, I- Vernon,” she turned towards the older man for help. Vernon didn’t want to leave his family on Thanksgiving, but he also didn’t want to leave his wife and stepsons.
“I’m sorry, maybe I’ll sneak you a slice of dessert.” Vernon frowned at his wife. Elvis felt a sense of happiness. He was honestly worried his father would either force her stay or leave with her. Shocked by Vernon’s response, Davada left upset. Elvis closed the door behind her and offered to take his father's coat.
You made your way back to the kitchen and placed the cake in the fridge for safekeeping. At this point, everything was just about finished. You just had to wait for the buns to finish warming up. Elvis had already cut the turkey up… so all you really had to do was make your son’s plate.
You picked up the plate that had divides in it and started to place the foods you knew he would eat. The turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, beans, and a little bit of gravy. You weren’t sure if he was going to eat the stuffing or cranberries but you put a little on the plate just in case.
You heard the ding of the oven and placed the plate down. You walked over to the oven and opened the door and pulled out the buns, after putting on a pair of oven-safe gloves. You pulled out the buns and placed them over on the counter. You picked up your son's plate and brought it over to the dining room and placed it down on the high chair table.
You made your way across the way and watched as your family played with your son. You smiled and walked over to Elvis where you wrapped your arm around his waist. Elvis wrapped his arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss on your head.
“Dinner is ready,” you said softly as you looked up at him.
“Yeah?” He rubbed your back gently. “I’m sure it’ll be amazing.” He reassured you and looked towards the group around your son.
“Dinner is ready y’all, head to the kitchen and fill up,” Elvis announced. Everyone muttered words and got up. Your mother picked up Theodore and brought him over to you.
“I’m sure everything will taste amazing, Y/n,” she said as she handed Theo over to you. With your son now in your arms, you smiled at your mother.
“I hope so,” you chuckled lightly and fixed Theo’s hair lightly.
“It will be,” she smiled and walked past you to meet with the others in the kitchen.
“I already prepped his dish ahead of time so we don’t have to worry about that. Can you get the wine though?” You asked your fiancé. Elvis nodded in return and pecked your lips before going to do that.
You walked over to the dining room and placed Theo in his high chair. “Now remember to use your fork and spoon okay? No hands,” you said to him as you showed him his silverware. More like plasticware but… same thing in the end. You and Elvis were still trying to train Theodore to use silverware, but he got confused about when he should and shouldn’t use them.
“Oday,” he responded and picked up the fork. You pressed a kiss upon his head and walked into the kitchen.
“Everything looks and smells amazing,” your younger brother, Johnston, complimented.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to dig in. You did amazing,” Your dad added. You felt your face heat up from the compliments. You never thought of yourself as the best cook, but being a stay-at-home mom taught you otherwise.
“Thank you,” you smiled softly and walked over to the cabinet to grab the wine glasses out along with regular glasses to fill with water.
Before you knew it, Elvis was back with the bottle of wine. He popped it open and poured it into the glasses you had prepared. He would fill two up, and you would take them out. Rinse and repeat until everyone had wine and water, and your son had juice. Then and only then did you and Elvis prepare your own plates.
It didn’t take long until everyone was finished. Dinner was filled with laughs and stories, and some light tears from your son, but overall it was a very relaxed and happy dinner.
“I hope everyone left room for dessert.” You spoke up once everyone had finished all their food. “It’s not your typical pie, though we do have some.”
“There’s always room for dessert,” your father spoke up, to which everyone laughed in response. You nodded at his response and stood up.
“Do you need help?” Elvis asked, to which you shook your head in response. You made your way into the kitchen and pulled out the box that you had Vernon bring. You brought it out to the dining room and placed it down.
“Now I know that cakes are not typical on Thanksgiving… but this one comes with an announcement.” You explained as you opened the box up. In front of you was a round cake with a turkey made out of icing. It had four notable feathers. Each one with an initial. And Y/i for yourself, an E for Elvis, a T for Theodore, and then a question mark on the last one.
Everyone looked at the cake confused, though it slowly clicked for each and every one of them. You turned your head over to Elvis, nervous for this reaction. You two have spoken about having more children before, just after you got married. Not to mention, things got difficult with his filming schedule.
“You’re pregnant?” He spoke softly at first. You nodded softly answering his question, though, part of you knew he already knew the answer to that. Elvis stood up and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. “When?”
“I found out last week. I’m eight weeks,” you replied. Elvis smiled and leaned down kissing you gently. You hummed against his lips and kissed back before you two shortly pulled away. You looked over at your family who congratulated you on the news.
“Do you know when they are due?” Your mother asked.
“They’ll be a summer baby, no current date as for their arrival though.” You answered as you eased into Elvis’ side.
“I hope they’re a girl,” she smiled softly.
“I hope so too, but I’ll be happy with a boy as well,” you commented as you looked over at your son. He was your light in darkness just as Elvis is. They were your boys, and they were everything you needed in life.
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Author's Note: Hi, I know it's been about... two months since my last post I believe? Well, my last fic posted. I had this whole list of what I wanted to do, and obviously... this is not the winning fic. I have been writing for different things. A fic I'm writing for my girlfriend (which will be posted once completed, I'm at five parts right now) Then just other things on my own.
I first came up with this idea back in 2017 for a different person, but I wanted to bring it back for the holidays. Yes, I know I am a bit late- but... There is a part two, for my annual Christmas post. It will be posted on the 20th to leave room for a Christmas post. Anyways, I want to get back into this account and finish some series... (I'm looking at you Fairytale. All you have left is one post!) Then I want to focus on my Personal Nurse fic. Since the original brought so much people to my account.
I'll see you again on the 20th, maybe sooner. Just know that those who still come and are active on my account I really appreciate it. I appreciate each and every comment received. Along with reblogs. They mean a lot, and it means more people can enjoy this.
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Red String
Before I see the comments, there will be no part two. I need to crank out these fics if I want to finish my ongoing stories. This idea came to me when I learned about the red string legend. I tweaked it ever so slightly, but the main concept still stands. This one is a weird one, and I hope you enjoy it!
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Pairing: Elvis (Or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Teasing, Some Angst, Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Some information regarding the legend may be false. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 2.1k
You looked down at your ankle and let out a sigh. No matter how hard you worked to try and shorten the distance, it never seemed to lead you to anything… or anyone. You were getting on in years and quite frankly, you were about to give up and cut your string. Which honestly, you weren’t sure if you could even do that.
The story of the red string was one that everyone grew up with. It was a way to explain why they had a red string attached to their ankle. One end was attached to yours, and the other end was attached to your soulmate’s ankle. Once your soulmate was found, the string would turn to gold and would turn into an anklet. It was to indicate you had found your soulmate.
Most people found their soulmate early on. Middle school early on, hell some even met them while they were still babies! Yet, here you were in your thirties, and still… no golden anklet. You’ve been asked so many times why you wouldn’t follow it to the other end. The answer was simple, by the time you reached your soulmate the string would rip. Greed is what breaks the soulmate bond.
You were supposed to find your soulmate off of some fate. You would bump into each other and you would mold. You watched your friends and family mold with their soulmates and you were tired. While no one has ever dared to cut their string. It is said that if you cut your string you give up all hope and chance. When you cut your string you give up the chance of ever having a soulmate.
It wasn’t like you wanted to give up. Heck no! You wanted to get married and have kids. You couldn’t do that without finding your soulmate. It was very rare that you saw two people together with red strings still. They were the rule breakers. The ones who didn’t care much for finding their soulmate. You wish you could have been like that.
“I need two cheeseburgers and fries for table five!” You told the cook and placed the menus in their dedicated spot.
“Coming up!” The cook responded and got to work. You leaned down over the counter and placed your chin in the palm of your hand. You looked around at the couples in the diner. Each and every one of them had their gold anklets. It wasn’t fair. How come they found their soulmate and you were still standing around like a lost puppy.
“How’s the soulmate hunting coming?” Sherrie asked as she came riding on by. You turned your head over to her.
“Well, I’m still tripping over my own red death so I would say… shitty.” You responded as you watched her skate around. She frowned and made her way over to you.
“Hey, one day he’ll show up and… it will be so magical… so romantic… And hopefully not embarrassing like mine was when I met Chris.” She let out a pout. You remembered the day. It was like any other day in the diner. Well, besides the fact she bumped into someone. Everyone here was practically skilled at skating so bumping into someone was weird.
“But isn’t meeting them supposed to be out of the blue? That’s why you can’t just follow your string.” You explained to her. In every single story you’ve heard or read about, soulmates found each other out of the blue. It was when they least expected it.
“Do you want to meet your soulmate while covered in burning hot coffee?” She raised her eyebrow at you. A soft laugh left your mouth and you shook your head. She had you there.
“Table five, order up!” The ding broke you out of your conversation. You skated over to pick up the order and brought it over to the couple. You asked if there was anything else you could bring them. When you heard that no response, you made your way back over to Sherrie.
“He helped you clean up though, and apologized a bunch. Your eyes met and…” you smiled softly, “and it was like you two knew. That was your magical moment.”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right.” She smiled as she remembered that meeting. You rolled your eyes playfully at her. After you two started to do some other tasks you heard a bunch of high-pitched screams. You turned your head towards the sound and found a multitude of girls crowded outside.
“What’s up with that?” You asked Sherrie. She raised her eyebrow in confusion as she looked outside.
“I have no idea,” she shrugged. You two decided to ignore the screams and got back to work. You cleaned up some of the tables and helped the customers. Pretty much what you did every day.
You looked over at the clock and did a mental celebration. It was your break, or at least it was about to be. Not only did you finally get to eat, but you only had half a day left. You announced to the other girls that you were going on your break and grabbed your lunch bag and headed out behind the building.
It was very rare that you ate food from the diner. The food there is amazing, but you just liked being able to make your own food. The cooks already had to make so much food, they shouldn’t have to cook for you too.
As you walked outside you shielded your eyes from the blasting sun. When your eyes adjusted to the new light you noticed a tall man standing over you. You let out a scream but it was soon concealed by his mouth.
“Please don’ yell,” The guy said. Okay, who the hell did this person think they were? Not only to be standing out behind your business of work but for putting his hands on you. You took the opportunity while he was distracted and bit down on his hand. He yelped in pain and pulled his hand away. “The hell was that for?!”
“You put your hands on me!” You looked up at the guy. “I should be the one saying that.” You huffed and walked away from the creepy man.
“That still don’ give ya the right to bite me.” He followed after you. You stopped in your step and turned to face him.
“Do you want me to call the cops on you?” You said it in more of a statement rather than a question. When you first stepped out you didn’t get a good look at him. But now looking at him, you saw who he was and you froze. Your mouth gaped open and you heard him laugh at your reaction.
You quickly closed up your mouth and marched away. That self-entitled prick! Does he really think that he deserves everything and an apology just because he’s Elvis!? Hell no he doesn’t. You just wanted to enjoy your lunch in peace, and yet you had to deal with this famous rockstar, who was too busy in his actor era.
Don’t get everything twisted up. You loved Elvis Presley, you thought he was a great singer and some of his movies were great. However, you were on your break. It was your personal time, and you didn’t want to have to interact with anyone or anything.
“Hang on now,” his southern accent wisped its way through your ears. You couldn’t help but feel your knees almost tremble. Those southern accents always got to you.
“What could the king possibly want with a little low-life servant like myself.” You looked at him annoyed. Any other time, you would be crying at seeing his beauty. Right now though, he was taking out the minutes of your half-hour break. Quite frankly, you didn’t appreciate one bit of it.
“‘M sure you’ve seen those girls out front, I-I just wanted someplace to eat… Figured I would try the back door.” He tried to explain himself. Whoever goes and tries the back door first off? Especially when there are big letters on the door that say Keep out.
“You know that’s for employees only right?” You pointed out to him. You didn’t know if he was missing his glasses or just blind. The back door held big letters on it saying employees only, keep out, amongst other sayings.
“Yes, I can read. But I fi-”
“You figured just because I’m Elvis Presley I can get what I want.” You mocked him. He looked at you annoyed. Out of all the workers he could have possibly bumped into, he got you. The girl who possibly wouldn’t care if he was some high-top celebrity or even the president.
“Are you-”
“No, I am not, because you are wasting my lunch.” You peered down at your watch, “You already waste ten minutes of my thirty. So, I am going to walk away before you take away the other twenty.” You turned and walked over to the picnic table. You sat down and opened your lunch box and started to eat.
There was this small outdoor eating area that the surrounding businesses use. It was a small beautiful area. Around summertime and the weekends, you guys would get around and have a cookout. The community was great, and to sit outside and eat while enjoying the fresh air… It really helped you calm down.
“So-” you let out a loud groan and looked down over Elvis. Why was he following you? Why did he feel the need to talk to you while you were on your break? You didn’t want to converse while on your break. You wanted to sit, eat your food, and calculate when you had to get back to work.
“What do you want?” You asked him as you munched down on your sandwich.
“You treat me differently.” He stated the obvious. You looked at him with the Are you kidding me look. “I… look, ‘m used to people always screamin’ and runnin’ towards me. You… you yell at me. You don’ praise me.”
“Oh yeah, no problem. I would do that to anyone who bothers me on break so… You’re nothing special.” You explained with a shrug of your shoulders. It was true, you were gently a nice person. When it came to your personal time though… that’s when you started to get grouchy.
“Well, your string would say otherwise.” You looked at him confused before you looked down at your ankle. The once red string was no longer there. When you left for break it was there and no- that only had to mean one thing.
“You got to be kidding me.” You spoke under your breath. You slowly turned your head to look at Elvis who had… a pleased look on his face. It was like that… you teased me and now I’m getting my revenge.
“Oh come on, I can’ be that bad.” He chuckled lightly.
“You have taken away so much of my break time… I disagree.” You said in response.
“Well, now ya don’ got to work anymore. I can provide.” Because that is something every girl wants to hear. Quit your job, stay home, cook and clean… look after the kids.
“Who says I even want to be with you.” You tilted your head to the side lightly.
“Are you one to go against your soulmate's choosing?” Elvis questioned. He had you there. You weren’t one to go against the person who marked you and Elvis as soulmates. There had to be a reason for it, and you just couldn’t see that right now.
“Absolutely. Because all I want right now is to eat my goddamn sandwich-”
“Y/n! Your break’s over!” The cook called out to you. You closed your eyes and breathed in a long thick breath. You got three bites out of your sandwich. Three goddamn bites! You dropped your sandwich down onto its wrap and rubbed your eyes.
“I have to get back to work.” You said softly and gathered your things before getting up. Looks like another day where you’ll starve a work. The rest of your shift should be very exciting.
“Before ya go, could I get ya number?” He questioned as he turned to face you. As you looked at him you let out a sigh. He was your soulmate and you had to accept that. Maybe he couldn’t be so bad. Plus… you would be able to travel the world.
“Visit me at closing and I’ll consider.” You told him and walked off. Unbeknownst to you, Elvis wore a smile on his face. This was certainly not how he planned his day, but he was glad he met his soulmate. He was glad, he met you.
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A Night To Forget
Fic Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ Only! Swearing, murder, killing, gun use, blood, the colonel. Reader gets injured, and attacked. Yelling, fighting, violence. Glass breaking and ending up cutting reader. Elvis covering up a murder.
A/N: Reader is Steve Binder's sister, Priscilla doesn't exist.
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The room was dark and silent. The lights of Las Vegas glowed behind the windows. Your body shook as beads of sweat fell off your face. Your chest heeded as you breathed heavily. Your hand went limp and the piece of metal fell onto the floor with a clank! You took a step back and watched as blood poured onto the floor. You felt as if you were in a movie, and this was all fake.
You heard the jiggle of a doorknob and immediately turned your head towards the sound. You stood like a deer in headlights unable to move. You were about to get caught. This was the end of your life. You were about to get thrown in jail to rot forever.
The door creaked open and the appearance of your boyfriend. You stood in fear as Elvis met your eyes. Confused, he made his way over to you after he closed the door. He came to a pause when he saw the scene in front of him. The body of his manager was lifeless on the floor. He should be sad, but he felt happiness. He felt this weight get lifted off of him.
“Well, it’s ‘bout time,” Elvis claimed as he shut the door behind him. You stood there confused by his reaction. He stepped closer to you and moved around your body. He found his gun on the floor. There was no shot though, he would’ve heard it if so. Then again, all he heard was his band and the sounds of his fans screaming.
He reached down and held the metal piece in his hand. It was warm from your clench and covered with blood. He looked at the Colonel and noticed his disheveled face. You had beaten his face, but there was also a hole in his neck where blood seethed out. Had you actually shot the Colonel?
Elvis turned and looked at your perfect face. Your once-white dress had splatters of blood over it. His innocent good girl just killed someone. Your face was pale, and he knew you were scared. He wouldn’t let his girl get in trouble. No no, Elvis would make sure no one would know.
“I-I’m sorry,” you breathed out. Elvis shook his head. There was no reason why you should be sorry. The colonel was a bad man, and he needed to go. You hadn’t planned for things to happen like that… but they did.
It really all started when Elvis came back from the army. You didn’t know him personally at the time, but when you met him, you knew he wasn’t happy. You sat in your older brother’s office as he walked through the door. He stood tall and had this… handsome appearance to him. He was always handsome though.
It was all funny looking back at it. Your brother didn’t even like Elvis. He was more of an East Coast boy. He liked the sounds of the beach boys. Elvis didn’t even pass his mind, but the sound of meeting Elvis. That was what intrigued him.
“Mr. Elvis Presley,” Steve stood up from his seat. You stood up quickly with a smile.
“Please, just Elvis,” Elvis held his hand out to Steve, who gladly took it. The two shook hands and he looked over at you. He held a smile on his face and reached for your hand. You placed it in his and watched as he brought it to his lips and kissed it. You blushed lightly at the gesture and bit the inside of your cheek.
“Right, Elvis. It’s an honor to meet you.” Steve said as he sat down down. He picked up his pen and situated himself. Elvis sat on the other end and looked at the Binder siblings. He had a good feeling about this.
“Let me ask ya something, Steve. Where do you think my career is right now?” Elvis questioned. You looked over at Steve and nodded. You knew it was risky, to be honest, hell he could fire you both right there.
“Well, I think it’s in the toilet.” The room fell silent and you could only imagine how he felt. Then the sound of laughter came of out Elvis’ mouth. You smiled softly and stifled out a soft sound of laughter also.
“I knew I was gonna like ya. You’re honest with me,” Elvis admitted once his laughs calmed down to a slow. “I haven’ been on television for a long time.”
“It’s no different than filming a movie, sir.” You spoke as you stood up. “We will practice, and if you make a mistake that’s okay. We can start the film over. Delete those takes that don’t make it. This is your special, Elvis.”
“What’s ya name dalrin’?” He asked as his blue orbs stared deep past your own.
“Y/n,” You answered him.
“Well, I like the sound of that, Y/n. My special, no one elses.” He smirked as he tapped his finger against the table.
“We’ll give you what you want. She is right, this is your special.” Elvis smiled and nodded slowly.
The three of you were inseparable. Elvis took trusting to you two like it was nothing else. It was because you two could give him something the Colonel couldn’t. The Colonel didn’t care about anything. All he cared about was the money.
Didn’t allow anyone into Elvis’ dressing room. Yet, your brother and your brother pushed. He really pushed the Colonel’s buttons. Those who met the Colonel all had the same opinions. Sure, he could be sweet and pleasant, but he could also be harsh and rude. Lord knows you also don’t want to be on his bad side.
You guys would start in the afternoon and you would be there till early in the morning. There have been moments when Elvis would offer you to stay in his dressing room. Since, during the time of the comeback special, he slept in his dressing room. At first, you declined since you didn’t leave too far, but Elvis had such a charm to him.
“Come on, doll,” Elvis chuckled lightly, “it’ll be fun.”
“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes and laughed gently. “My apartment is just a half-hour walk.”
“Ain’ safe for you to be walking alone at night. Don’t need anything happening to ya now.” You let out a breath and just shook your head. A smile grew on your face and Elvis couldn’t help but smile as well.
“Fine fine, I’ll stay.” You laughed gently and walked with him. Not much happened in that room. You guys mostly just talked and shared a laugh. To you, he wasn’t the king of rock and roll. He… he was Elvis. It felt as if you guys have been friends for years.
If anyone came up to you and asked what Elvis was like… You would tell them he was the sweetest man ever. Sure, he had his outbursts but so did everyone. Elvis was a nice man, and he would do everything in his nature to make sure his friends and family were okay.
You couldn’t understand why the Colonel would treat him like a child. Elvis would be more than happy agreeing with his manager and treating them well. Yet, the Colonel abused him. Sometimes when you just stand in the background. You noticed his body language when he was alone… and when he was with the Colonel.
When he was with the Colonel he had this stiff expression. He was locked up in this gate, trapped under his watchful eye. When he was by himself, he held a depressed example. It was like he was lost in some aspects. Now, when he was with his friends and family… he was so happy. He smiled and he laughed a genuine laugh.
You remember your brother getting called down to the Colonel’s office. It was a sad piece really, one of the broom closets near stage four. The Colonel demanded for at least one Christmas song. Well, it was more he tried to tell Steve that Elvis wanted the Christmas song. Elvis stood next to him with his head down. It was like a young child who had just gotten in trouble with their parents.
“Fuck him,” Elvis spoke to Steve once they got out. Elvis hated the Colonel, but he couldn’t do anything. He was trapped. He was locked behind this wall of gratitude for everything Parker gave him. There was nothing more he could do.
You remember when everything was all finished, and you guys were ready to show the screening. The Binder siblings were pulled into a meeting with the Colonel. It was a room with a large table. The way that room smelled… It smelt like smoke and testosterone.
The Colonel wanted his one Christmas song. He wanted it to be at the end of the Special. Of course, your brother and you went a separate way. You thought you guys were screwed though, because… You could have gotten sued right there and then. Then you two remembered then Elvis did perform a song.
“Blue Christmas,” you said as you looked at Steve.
“That’s right, he did sing Blue Christmas,” Steve held a smirk. You could’ve sworn you saw the Colonel’s eye twitch at the response. That was not what he wanted to hear. The Colonel wanted a whole scene dedicated to Christmas.
The screening was the last day you all pretty much spent together. You remember sitting in the room next to Steve. Elvis’s Memphis Mafia was in the room and it was just silent the whole showing. You helped Elvis during the whole filing. Steve mostly stayed up in the booth, you were down on set.
You were at the stage, and neither you nor Steve knew what he was going to do, or what he was going to sing. You guys just allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He had his friends next to him, and it was just a jam session. You smiled the whole time watching him. Watching it in person, and then watching it on screen. Your smile was wide.
Being in the room watching the whole playback and finished product was scary. You were surrounded by his friends, and sometimes his friends scared you. It was just the look they held on his face. It’s like how when you look at a certain someone they have this type of face. At some moments, Elvis had the softest face, but he also had a very… I will kill you look.
Once his friends left, he turned and looked at us and asked to watch it again. It was a completely different experience when it was just you threw. Elvis laughed, and he smiled. To Steve and yourself, this was music to your ears. It can be painful to watch something you created, but how Elvis positively reacted to it… It showed that he loved it. That he was once again enjoying his life.
Once the recording finished for the special Elvis gave you and Steve his number. He left you with something more though. A simple, yet meaningful necklace. You denied it at first of course, but he kept pushing and pushing. That’s just who he was. He was a giver and he never took no as an answer.
“I uh… I got ya something.” Elvis spoke as he came up to you. You raised your eyebrow in confusion.
“Why did you get me something?” You asked him.
“Well, your brother and you helped me so much.” He admitted. You rolled your eyes playfully and took the navy blue velvet box in your hands.
“You honestly didn't need to do-” You opened up the box and the softest gasp left your mouth. “Oh my god.” You looked at the gold necklace that held both pearls and diamonds. You just started to shake your head. You couldn’t imagine how much money this costed.
“A pretty necklace for a pretty girl,” he commented. You shook just shook your head with an idiotic smile on your face.
“Can you help me put it on?” You asked as you picked the necklace. Elvis nodded and took it out of your hand. You closed up the box and turned your back to him. You grabbed a handful of your hair and moved it out of the way.
The necklace came around your front and Elvis clamped it in the back. His fingers grazed over your exposed skin. It caused a comforting chill to run up your spine. You let your hair fall back into place and turned to look at him.
“How do I look?”
“Beautiful,” he answered instantly.
The first night Elvis performed at the International… you never saw a smile so wide. Though It was his first time performing in front of an audience this size. It was like he never left the stage. He jumped right back into the groove. He invited you and your brother, which you two gladly accepted.
When it came time, Elvis made his rounds around the room. Well, he walked through the middle part, and back up to the stage. He grabbed as many women’s faces as he could and kissed them. You didn’t find it disgusting, you found it sweet? In a weird way, it didn’t push you off as Elvis being horny. You saw it as Elvis was saying thank you. He was thanking his fans for sticking by him.
He was back to what he loved doing. He may have at one point wanted to be like James Dean. Now… he just wanted to be Elvis. He wanted to sing, he wanted to dance, he wanted to make music. While he would’ve preferred you and Steve to be at one of the tables with his other guests, you opted for being near the stage.
You were right by the stairs that would lead him back up. Your eyes met and he made his way straight towards you. His hands cupped your face and he pulled you close, crashing his lips into yours. You melted against his perfectly sculpted lips and kissed him back. You felt as if the room around you was spinning, but probably did all the other girls.
Elvis pulled away and ran his finger along the necklace he gave you. He leaned down to your ear, “Meet me in my room after the show,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and heading back on stage. You watched him in disbelief at what had just happened. Unbeknownst to the death glare Steve was giving Elvis.
That’s when your relationship changed with him. You had the most magical night and he asked for you to stay with him. You agreed in a heartbeat, hell anyone would have agreed. After the sex you two had though… There was something more, there was love. As much as you loved Steve and working alongside him, you wanted a break and a change. Why not give this love thing a chance? Oh boy did the Colonel not like that.
He called the influences of you and Steve hillbillies. That you two were trying to steal him away. In all honesty, you two just wanted him to do what he loved. The amount of conversations of fights you shared with the Colonel. The amount of threats you received from him… It was painful, but you just knew deep down in that fat sack of his. He was suffering and was pushing that onto other people.
“You’re dragging him down!” He yelled at you, his spit falling right onto your face. You gagged and shivered as it hit your face. You whipped your face and glared at the man in front of you.
“Funny, because last time anyone checked, you were.” You laugh coldly and shook your head.
“I am making him bigger!” He argued back. You rolled your eyes at him. Every second he got, he picked a fight with you.
“You’re not letting him do what he wants! He wants to tour the world!” You exclaimed to him. He narrowed his eyes at you.
“God, now he’s in your goddamn brain! He will never EVER go on a world tour. I will make sure of that as long as I am living!”
It was like that almost every day. So when it came to Elvis’ fifth week at the Internation, it was no surprise when the Colonel showed up at the suit. You had decided to stay in when Elvis performed his midnight show. You loved watching him perform, but you just wanted to rest up and read your book.
There was no knock, he just walked in. You looked over at him confused. “Colonel?” You stood up from the couch and placed your book on the table. “What are you doing here?” You asked as you made your way over to him.
“Getting rid of you,” he spoke in a harsh voice. You knew the Colonel never really liked you. Hell, he never really liked anyone. He always thought they were out to get him.
“I’m a bit lost,” you looked at him confused.
“Ever since you and your idiotic brother came into Elvis’ life you changed him.” He spoke in a twisted voice.
“He’s just back in his roots. Being happy again, we didn’t change him.” You corrected the Colonel.
“Oh please, you don’t know what makes my boy happy. You’re just here as his little sex toy.” Colonel tried to get under your skin. Get you all rattled up. “I suggest you get the hell out before the truth comes out about you.”
“What truth? I have nothing to hide?” In fact, you don’t even think you have any secrets. You kept honest because honesty is the best medicine. Nothing good came out of lying. Looking at the fat fuck in front of you proved you of that.
“You may think that now, but when word gets out that Elvis’ sweet innocent girlfriend killed one of his fans in anger… things may be different.” You just shook your head at his words. Why was he doing this? What was so fucked up with his brain that led him to be this way?
“Elvis wouldn’t believe that,” you shook your head. The Colonel started to walk closer to you, and you felt uncomfortable. With every step he took, you took one back. His fat cigar stood off his lips as his cane hit hard against the flooring.
“Oh, but he will. He believes everything I tell him-”
“Because you force it down his throat!” You quickly spoke interrupting him. He didn’t like that. He held this look in his eyes. It was like they turned a shade darker, almost black in fact. You were so focused on his eyes that you didn’t notice when he lifted the cane and hit you with it. The top of his cane hit into your hip causing pain to erupt. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it wasn’t pleasant.
“Ow! What the fuck is your problem!?” You grabbed onto the golden alcohol cart as you almost fell from the impact. With a clash, some of the glassware fell to the floor. You looked at him with anger, your chest heaved out. This was no longer a nice conversation. Especially not after he would accuse you of such things.
“You are precisely my problem, Y/n.” He pulled the cart away from you, which caused the rest of the glasses to shake and fall onto the floor. Each and every one broke. Shards of glass accompanied the floor along with split liquor. You were able to balance yourself up, but you soon fell to the ground when he whacked you once again. You really wish you had kept your shoes on.
Your palms landed on the loose pieces of glass. You sucked in a breath and looked up at the Colonel. This fat fuck was about to kill you and for what!? What would he even gain from killing you? Your breath quickened as you watched him lift his cane once more. The tip of his cane hit against your head and scratched along your cheek. Your head snapped to the side from impact.
You felt your vision get blurry. Your head felt like it was spinning in the clouds. You ran your finger along the fresh cut and looked up at him. If you didn’t do anything he would bludgeon you to death right here. You quickly moved out of the way of his flying cane and got up, despite feeling the blood rush through your brain. You rushed over to Elvis’ gun collection and opened up the chest.
You heard him laugh from behind you, he didn’t believe you were going to shoot him. Your blurred vision gazed over the guns and ended up just picking a random one. It didn’t have to matter, you were just trying to protect yourself at this point. You quickly turned to him and pointed the gun at him.
“Oh, you don’t have the guts in you, girly.” The Colonel commented as he made his way to you. You breathed heavily as your body shook ever so slightly. As the Colonel came closer, his face was just in arms reached. You raised the gun and hit him across the face. He stumbled back in surprise and looked at you.
“Wow,” the Colonel spoke as he brought his hand up to his face. “You just keep fucking surprising me.” He let out a cough and turned his head. Soon he hacked up a ball of spit and mucus together and spit it out. Yet, it wasn’t mucus or spit… it was blood. Your hands shook as you kept the gun pointed at him. There was no way you were going to shoot him. You already knew this, and he knew that.
“I didn’t do anything to you! Why are you trying to kill me!?” You asked in a loud shaky voice.
“You are trying to take my boy away from me!” He matched your volume. No… no, you couldn’t believe that was the answer. There was more, he just wasn’t sharing anything with you.
“All you care about is the money! You don’t give a shit about Elvis!!” You screamed as you took a step closer to him.
“I care de-”
“Bullshit!” You screamed and clicked the safety off.
“I’ve had just enough from you-” Before he could finish you just started to beat his face in. You don’t know what came over you. You just felt this source of anger come over you. The Colonel fell onto his back and you just continued to hit the metal gun against his face.
He tried to push you off him, but you just kept going and kept going and- Bang! You stood up quickly with a shaken expression and looked at him with wide eyes. Blood started to trickle out of his neck and onto the floor. Your body shook as your hand went limp. The metal piece fell out of your hand and onto the floor. You… You just shot him. It was self-defense right? You couldn’t be at fault here, he attacked you first.
The sounds of the doorknob pulled you out of your thoughts. You stood like a deer in headlights as the door pushed open. The door creaked in and the disheveled appearance of your boyfriend appeared. His eyes met yours and he smiled, but it quickly changed once he saw the state of yourself. You held a look of fear and pain in your eyes. He saw the red splatters over your face and purely white dress.
His eyes scanned the room as he noticed the liquor cart thrown on the ground. Glass shattered all over the floor. He walked forward and closed the door behind him. It didn’t take long before he saw the lifeless body of his manager on the floor. He should be sad… depressed even. Yet, he felt a sense of happiness.
“Well, it’s ‘bout time,” he said as he looked at the scene. He tore the scarf off his neck and tossed it onto the couch. He reached down and picked the gun up in his hands. Most of his guns kept cold from the metal, but this one was warm from your touch. He brought it over to his collection and placed it down to the side. He’d have to clean it off later. He came up to you and took your hands in his.
“What happened?” He asked you with a soft voice.
“H-he uh- he-” You tried to speak but you were too shaken up. Hell, you just killed someone! And… and… to be honest, you weren’t exactly bothered by it. You killed a bad person. You killed the villain.
“Go get cleaned up. I’ll worry ‘bout this.” He said as he cupped your face. You flinched a bit when his hand came in contact with your cut. Nonetheless, you nodded quickly and looked into his eyes. You felt at ease, you felt safe. Elvis leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You hummed and kissed him back.
The two of you separated and you made your way over to the bathroom. You looked yourself in the mirror and cringed at the sight. You had blood all over you. You let out a sigh and turned on the sink. You heard the muffled sounds of Elvis’ voice and tilted your head towards the door. You walked away from the sink and stood closer to the door.
“I need ya to come up here.” You listened in on Elvis. “There’s been an accident.” You closed your eyes and let out a sigh. Well, in terms of evidence, the shot was an accident. The beating his face in with a gun wasn’t. You were only fighting back though, and the Colonel just pushed your hands in a way that triggered the gun.
“You’ll understand once ya get your ass up here.” The sound of the phone clicking indicated that Elvis ended the call. His footsteps came closer to the bathroom and he pushed open the door. He looked over at you and let out a sigh. He couldn’t believe what happened to his girl.
“Come ‘ere.” He said gently as he dragged you over to the sink. He dipped a washcloth under the running water and dabbed it onto your cheek gently. “I just called Jerry. He’ll be up to help assess the situation.”
“I-I’m sorry, Elvis,” you spoke quietly and shamefully.
“Oh please, I always wanted him dead.” He admitted with a straight face. You knew Elvis hated the Colonel but to want him dead? Well… you wanted him dead also. So did your brother, and so did just about anyone he worked with. “But I promise you, nothing bad will happen to ya.”
“How can you be so sure of that Elvis? We’re on the thirtieth floor, and the hotel is flooded with people. You can’t exactly walk out the front door.” You pointed out to him.
“We’ll figure that out once Jerry comes up okay?” Elvis pulled away the washcloth and tended to your hands. Most of the glass didn’t stick when you landed, but there were a few pieces here and there. He pulled them out and then cleaned your hands. Elvis may have never appeared to be one to aid people, but when it came to his girls… He would kill to protect them. If you hadn’t killed the Colonel, well… he would’ve done so himself.
He pulled away once he was done and turned off the sink. “Take a shower, love,” he said as he gave your bum a quick slap and walked out of the bathroom. You let out the slightest sequel and smiled softly. You knew he would take care of you, and you were lucky to have that in a partner. He closed the door behind him and you were left alone.
You peeled the white dress off your body and frowned at the blood splotches. You knew you were going to have to through the dress away. It was easy evidence that pointed you towards the killing. You just… You loved this dress so much. If only it was black instead of white. Maybe then you could salvage it. You brought your hands up to your necklace and took it off. You laid it gently on the sick and looked back towards the shower.
You undressed the rest of your undergarments and made your way over to the shower. You leaned into the shower and turned the water on. You turned the knob towards heat and wait for it to warm up. Only then did you step in and let the water run against your skin. You closed your eyes and let out a shuddered breath. In the main room, Elvis was opening the door.
“What’s the accident man?” Jerry questioned as he walked in. His eyes were mainly on Elvis, but when he looked anywhere but- “Wait-”
Elvis closed the door and nodded, answering Jerry’s unspoken question. “He’s done. Got shot in the neck shortly after having his face beaten in.” Elvis explained what he could only gather.
“How?” Jerry asked, trying to grasp together the parts.
“Y/n,” Elvis responded. Jerry snapped his head in Elvis’ direction and his eyes widened.
“What? No,” Jerry shook his head. You were the sweetest girl Jerry had ever met. You had a hard stick, yes, but to go ahead and kill someone. You would never do that.
“I don’t know what happened, I could only assume he started it. She’s got a cut on her cheek, she had glass in her hands. She grabbed one of my guns and beat his face in. Shot him in the neck.” Elvis shrugged his shoulders. He knew he wouldn’t get the full story until you spoke to him, but for now… he just paced together what he could.
“Damn,” was all Jerry could say. Elvis nodded and rubbed his jaw gently. He was just trying to figure out what to do. They had to get the body out of the building and taken care of. How they were going to do that though… that was the question.
“I don’t know how we’re gonna do this EP,” Jerry admitted. Elvis let out a breath and nodded. He knew it wasn’t an easy task. Not to mention, if news ever got out and you were the suspect… he would take the blame easily. He was more of a suspect than you would be.
No one could know what happened. “What if we take him down to his office? Throw around his office a bit. Make it look like someone came in and killed him.” Elvis suggested.
“Could work, but her blood could be on his cane.” Jerry pointed out.
“We’ll clean it off.” Elvis replied back.
“Okay… Okay, yeah, we can do that.” Jerry nodded slowly as he thought over the idea. It was simple really. They drag him down to the Colonel’s office. It was just below this floor. No one would see them. They sneak the body in and mess up the office. Make it look like it was s struggle.
“I’ll have someone come up and clean this mess. Explain that Y/n had a fall.” Elvis continued to speak out about their plan.
“And bled out that much?” Jerry questioned him. Elvis gave Jerry an all-knowing look and nodded.
“Right… We’ll clean the blood up and then call up the housemaids.” He changed up his wording.
“E…” Your soft voice broke them out of their conversation. Both Elvis and Jerry turned towards you. You had just finished your shower and made your way out of the bathroom. One of Elvis’ robes wrapped around your body. The white from your pearls and the shine from the diamonds stood out from underneath.
“Yeah, darlin’?” Elvis questioned as he gave you his attention.
“What’s going to happen to me?” You asked gently. That’s all you thought about while you were in the shower. What was going to happen to you? You couldn’t exactly keep this to yourself.
“Nothin’ is going to happen to you, love.” Elvis made his way over to you. He placed his hands on your upper arm and rubbed gently in a comforting manner. “We got it all planned, We’re gonna take him down to his office. It’s gonna look like someone broke in and killed him.”
“I- I killed him…”
“No one has to know,” he said in a whispered tone ad he pushed away the loose pieces of hair that stuck to your face. “To them, an enemy killed him. No one will know, and if the truth comes out… I’ll take the blame.”
“Elvis no,” you shook your head, “I can’t let you do that.”
“You saved me, I owe everything to you. I know damn well my sweet girl ain’ gonna go to prison now.” The corner of his lips turned upward. You let out a breath and just shook your head. You knew you weren’t going to win this battle.
“Okay,” you said gently.
“Can you do me a favor, darlin’?” He then asked. You nodded easily not having to think about it. “Clean up some of the blood. Then call housekeeping, and say you fell and had a little bit of an accident. They’ll clean up the rest.”
“Okay,” Elvis leaned down and pulled you in for a long kiss. You closed your eyes and felt your hands grab his top. You pulled him closer to you and deepened the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, you shared this look between the both of yourselves. You two were stuck together now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Elvis let go of you and turned towards Jerry. “Let’s get him out of here.” Your eyes watched as they picked up the Colonel’s limp body. You don’t think you will ever heal from this. You were going to be haunted forever by this memory. They made their way out of the room and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.
You went into the bathroom and grabbed one of the towels you just dried off on and went over to the spot. You threw the towel down and looked out the window. You knew no one could see you up here, but you still had that fear that someone saw… That they watched you shoot him.
You let out a sigh and got down on the ground to clean up the blood. Picking up as much as possible. It was okay if there was some blood smeared. The housekeepers will just clean them. You did just have an… accident. Once you finished cleaning up most of the mess you walked over to the front door and dropped the towel down.
You watched your step as you walked over to the phone. You picked it up and called the number to the front desk. You let out a hum and sat down on the couch, your book long forgotten by now. “Mr. Presley, what can we do for you?”
“Hi, I was wondering if we could get housekeeping up here? I tripped and made a bit of a mess with the alcohol cart,” You chuckled lightly but inside you were dying.
“Of course Ms. Binder. We’ll send someone up right away.”
“Thank you,” you hung up shortly after and let out a sigh. You let yourself sink into the black patterned material.
Down in the Colonel’s office, “Goddamn he weighs a fucking ton,” Jerry groaned as he and Elvis dropped the Colonel’s body onto the ground.
“Ya telling me,” Elvis let out a huff and looked around. He leaned down and picked up the cane and looked at the Colonel. Jerry looked at Elvis with a look of intrigued. Before he knew it, Elvis lifted the cane and bashed it onto Parker’s face. Jerry flinched back a bit but continued to watch as he took a few more swings before dropping it on the floor.
“Fuck you,” Elvis muttered and looked around the office. This could be his chance to look around. See what the Colonel was hiding.
“You want to see what he could be hiding huh?” Jerry could read Elvis like no one else. He was his best friend after all, but he wanted to snoop too. Jerry hated the Colonel just as much as Elvis did.
“Oh yeah,” Elvis nodded simply.
“How about, you get back to your girl? I’ll look around and finish up in here.” Jerry suggested. Elvis turned and looked at Jerry.
“Yeah… Yeah,” Elvis nodded and rubbed his jaw. “Yeah, I should get back to her.”
“You want to hit him again don’t you?” Jerry let out a light sigh. He knew he shouldn’t push Elvis to do such things but…
“Ohh yeah,”
“Well, go ahead-” Jerry should’ve never said anything. Elvis picked up that cane once more and just went to town. The Colonel’s face was unrecognized once he was done. He just had so much anger for him, and he finally got it out.
“Okay, Elvis… I think it’s time you go back to, Y/n.” Jerry said as he took the cane out of Elvis’ hand. Elvis let out a loud breath and nodded.
“Yeah… I’ll uh- I’ll see ya tomorrow, Jer,” Elvis said as he headed towards the door.
“See you, EP.” With that, Elvis left the Colonel’s office and headed back up to his suit. Tonight has been… weirdly rough. All he wanted to do was lay in bed with his girl and fall asleep. He knew tomorrow wasn’t going to be any easier. They would find him tomorrow, and everything would be turned into a crime scene.
As Elvis reached the suit and walked in he noticed that the curtains were closed. He blinked a bit to adjust his eyes and made his way over to the bed. He saw you curled up on top of the blankets and smiled. He pressed his knee onto the mattress and pulled himself up. He leaned over and pressed a kiss against your head.
He would do anything for you.
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Absolute Silence Pt. 1
Part 2
This was supposed to be just one part, but I wanted to do so much and I didn't want to make anything too too long! This post takes course over the period of two years. It will be noticeable by the dividers between takes.
There are not many stories/fics out there appointmented to those with disabilities. I certainly haven't read one yet for deaf/ hard of hearing people. I hope I didn't offend anyone by writing this. I did do some research, but it may not all be correct. If you spot something that's wrong don't hesitate to reach out to me!
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Pairing: Austin Butler x Deaf!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some Information may be incorrect, Swearing, Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me Know if I MIssed Anything!
Word Count: 2.8k
For your entire life things have always been rough. From trying to get a normal education to trying to work around adulthood. You saw and heard the world differently compared to others. It’s how it’s been since the beginning of your life. You learned to live a certain life and… well it wasn’t that much of a disappointment.
You were treated differently, and you always were. That never meant that it was okay or that you were okay with it. You generally just wanted to be treated like everyone else. Yet… you couldn’t. Because normal people were able to hear and you couldn’t. You had to learn early on that… that was how life was.
Was it hard? Absolutely. There was no doubt in your mind that it wouldn’t be. You learned sign language very young. When others would learn to talk, you learned to sign. Yet, you still knew how to talk. You probably sounded terrible, but you knew how to if needed. It didn’t matter much because you couldn’t hear yourself.
You opted to not use your voice often. It only came out when you saw people get physically upset with you, and when you were getting someone's attention. Your parents taught you how to speak. They told you that it was important how to use your voice in case you were in danger. You could yell for help.
Sure you and your family looked over possible options for hearing. Yet, they were all out of your parent's range of money. Even with insurance, there was no way your family could afford to get you a cochlear implant. You guys were not rich, in fact, you wouldn’t even consider you guys to be middle-class statues. They never shared the price with you, but upon looking it up yourself… let’s just say that… the price of a cochlear implant was like buying a car at full price.
Sure, there was the option of hearing aids… but you were deaf from the moment you came out of the womb. Hearing aids were for those who were hard of hearing… not deaf. That still didn’t stop your parents from trying though. They felt at fault that you were this way, but there was nothing they could have done.
You were currently sitting at a small coffee shop. It was only a few steps from your apartment. In fact, it was right across the street. It was honestly very convenient, and since you come in so often they know how to work with you. You sat at a table with your pink iPad in front of you and a coffee next to your side. You were currently working on a design for your fashion class. Early on in childhood, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold a normal job. So, you searched for jobs that wouldn’t require… hearing, or even communication.
As you picked up your coffee and looked in front of you, you nearly felt yourself jump out of your seat. There in front of you stood a guy, a complete stranger in fact. He was tall, quite tall in fact. He had dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He fits into that surfer boy aesthetic from California. You haven’t met very many people with blue eyes but… they were truly memorizing. How long has he even been standing there?
“Can I sit?” His lips moved but you heard nothing. Of course, over the years you had pretty much mastered the art of lip-reading. So, you easily knew what he had said. You were also the same person who wanted to be left alone most of the time.
You brought your hand up to sign that you were deaf. Of course, he wouldn’t understand what you meant, but he would have at least gotten the gist of it. No one ever really dared to learn your language. You truly knew how natives felt when people visited their country and didn’t bother to learn their language.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize.” Your eyes widened at his quick hand movements. “I was just wondering if I could sit here. I’ll be gone before you know it.”
You nodded your head quickly as an answer and watched as he pulled out the chair. Who was this man and why did he know sign language? Not that you were complaining, you were just… confused. No one ever put effort into learning sign language unless someone they knew were deaf. Hell, some people wouldn’t even bother to put that much effort into doing that. You smiled softly and shook your head. For once you felt as if you mattered.
“I’m Austin,” he introduced himself. You nodded at his introduction and signed back your own name. “That’s a beautiful name.”
You felt your face heat up from the compliment. You turned your head away from him to hide your red face. You engrossed yourself back to your design as you told yourself off. You couldn’t just let yourself fall for the first guy you met who knew sign language. There had to be some catch to it. Maybe he used it as a way to lore deaf girls. He could have been a murderer for all you knew!
Maybe you were overthinking this. Okay okay, you were majorly overlooking this, but even so… you were way too nervous to make any sense of a first move. He probably already had a girlfriend. Look at just how pretty he was. There was no way in hell he was single. You can’t just let this opportunity go away though. He knew sign language! Who knew if you would ever find a guy who knew sign language? You had to take this opportunity. Even if it did end in empressement. You let out a breath and looked up at the guy again. He seemed to have found you looking at him cause he turned to face you.
“I know this is very straightforward of me, but could I get your number?” You asked him with a hopeful smile. Austin smiled in return and nodded his head. You were quick to reach for your phone and hand it over to him. You couldn’t believe he even agreed to such terms. Most men would have run away by now.
“How about you put yours in mine? That way we both have each others?” He suggested as he handed your phone back. You nodded in agreement and watched as he slide over his own phone. You quickly tap your number into his phone and left the contact as your name. As you handed back his phone he signed a quick thank you and stood up.
“I’ll text you later.” Was the last thing he signed to you before he left. God… you were hopeful that he would text you. You knew nothing about this man but you were so goddamn hopeful that he would text you.
After you finished up your drink and design, you decided it was best to head home. You didn’t have much else to do. Sure, you could go to the bookstore… but let’s be honest you didn’t need to spend any more money than needed. Yet, you loved to read romance novels. You always wondered what it would be like to have a romance like such.
Letting out a sigh you pushed open the door to your apartment. You closed the door behind you and reached down to your purely white cat and gave her a quick pet. You placed your iPad on the table and plopped down on the couch. What if you texted him first? No no, that would seem too eager and sad.
Turning on the tv you figured you could pass the time by watching some movies. It wouldn’t help, mostly because Austin was on your mind. The first boy to talk to you and you were suddenly head over heels for him? God, you were a joke.
Later on that evening when you woke from your nap you decided to check your phone. For no reason in particular… okay, you were looking to see if Austin had texted you. There were some texts here and there from your parents but- wait a minute-
New Message from Austin
Okay, no way! Sure he said he was going to text, but a lot of guys say that. You were sure that Austin was going to be one of those guys. Boy were you glad you were wrong. You smiled and unlocked your phone and quickly went to the messages to see what he said.
Hey! Sorry I’m getting to you late, been cooped up!
No worries!
How was your day?
Eh, pretty mediocre, though I did have a certain someone on my mind.
Oh?
Mhm
Her name is Y/n
Was he talking about you? Your name was y/n, but that didn’t mean other people couldn’t have your name. What if it was someone else with the same name? That would be pretty upsetting and embarrassing. God, you feel so stupid to let yourself fall for this go so quickly-
And I wanted to know if she’d like to go on a date sometime.
By the way, I mean you
You let out a gasp. You couldn’t believe it! He was talking about you and he asked you out on a date! Okay okay okay, be cool… be cool. Don’t scare him away right now. Just don’t do it… You pressed your thumbs against the letters and sent out your reply.
I’d love to!
That was cool, right? It was simple and it didn’t seem too eager. You couldn’t wait to tell your mother about this. All she wanted was for you to find happiness in this dark silent world. If she knew you possibly found someone… God, she would absolutely lose her marbles!
How about tomorrow at four?
I’ll come and pick you up.
That sounds perfect! Can’t wait!
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Life was going perfectly. Too perfectly in fact. You were worried that something bad was going to happen. That was how it was in the end. You get a taste of happiness and that sweet sweet life of forever. Next thing you knew it all comes hurdling down into the ground.
“Blow out the candles.” Your father signed to you. You smiled and looked at the people around you. Your family, your friends, your boyfriend. You thought shortly for your wish, which was the same every year and sucked in a breath. You puffed out your cheeks and blew out all the candles. You watched as everyone cheered.
Your older sister came along and pulled away the cake to cut it into pieces. Your mother had her phone pointed at you to capture the moments. Something she always did, even when you were a baby. You felt a soft pair of lips touch your head and you turned to face the person.
“Happy Birthday, clover.” Austin signed as he gave you an envelope. You smiled at him and accepted the card with ease. Austin liked to call you his clover. His lucky clover in fact. It was given to you pretty early on when he got the role for a movie he’s been dying to get. He says you gave him that extra push he needed.
You tore open the envelope and pulled out the card. You read it over and when you opened it you saw a piece of paper with a picture of a cochlear implant on it. You looked over at Austin in confusion.
“What is this?” You asked him.
“Your wish is coming true, sweetheart.” He smiled. You felt your heart burst as tears started to form in your eyes. You started to shake your head from side to side. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way in hell Austin was buying you a cochlear implant.
“No,”
“It is. Your appointment is tomorrow.” Austin told you. You let out a small whimper and stood up from your seat and threw your arms around him. There was no way you could ever repay him. The amount of money he is spending just so you were able to hear? That was priceless, and something that could not be repaid.
Tears started to fall from your eyes quicker than you could react. Austin pressed his thumbs against our cheeks and wiped away the tears. He mouthed I love you and you nodded and mouthed it back. He pulled your face close to his and kissed you gently.
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough! You were ecstatic the whole rest of the day. Even while in bed you were restless. You wanted to get the doctors. Get everything set up and head into surgery. You wanted this to happen fast. You wanted to be able to hear. You wanted to hear your boyfriend.
Even while in the car you couldn’t stop moving. Your leg bounced with excitement. Austin was in awe by watching you. You were like a little kid on Christmas morning. Without him, you would have never been able to have this opportunity. And for that, you would be forever grateful. You turned over and looked at Austin, a huge smile on your face.
“You excited?” He asked you. A quick nod was your answer. It was a simple answer but it brought forth all your emotion.
“Super, I cannot wait!”
It didn’t take too much longer when you arrived at the place. There were three stages to getting a cochlear implant. The first was to do all the questions and tests. The second was getting the surgery, and lastly was healing. Technically there were a lot more steps, but… luckily you went through those when you were younger.
The appointment went quickly and fast, and you got your surgery date stated. Sure… you had to wait a whole goddamn week… but you waited years just for this opportunity to arise. In fact, you never thought that this opportunity would come. You were grateful for Austin, and you owe him everything.
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“So, you’ll need to change the batteries every so often,” The doctor explained to you. You nodded just to get the conversation to end. You wanted to put it on already! You wanted to hear the world. You wanted to hear Austin. The doctor turned and spoke some words to Austin. You kicked your feet eagerly.
Before you knew it the doctor handed you the external opponent. You quickly placed it around your air and placed it into place. You looked around ready for anyone to speak. Your eyes landed on Austin. He walked up to you and took your hands.
“Hi clover,” he spoke, and you heard it! You heard his voice. Your mouth opened a bit in shock. His voice… his voice just matched him so perfectly.
“Oh my god,” You muttered out as you heard your own voice. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth. So many things were happening at once. You couldn’t believe this moment! You heard the sound of the air conditioner. You heard the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you.
You started to tear up. You started to shake your head and soon tears were falling down your face. Austin chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He rubbed your back and nodded towards the doctor as a thank you.
“If any problems arise, give me a call and we’ll get her an appointment. I’ll leave you two be.” The doctor announced. You looked over at the doctor and just felt more tears. You couldn’t believe this. You couldn’t even begin to describe what it felt like to hear it again.
Austin rested his cheek against your head as you wrapped your arms around him. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. You know you kept saying that but… you really did mean it. Austin was your everything, and he gave you everything. He gave you, your hearing back. How many people can say they did that for their girlfriend? Probably none.
After you calmed down a bit you pulled yourself away. You looked up at Austin. He looked down at you and smiled. He brought his thumbs up to your face and wiped away your tears. He brought his lips down to your face and kissed both of your cheeks.
“I love you, Y/n,” Austin spoke. You thought you were all out of tears, but he just brought them all back. That was the first time you ever heard that.
“I-I love you too,” you weren’t used to your voice just yet. That was something you were going to need to get used to. Austin pulled your face forward and kissed you. You leaned into his touch and kissed back. This was heaven. You said yes to heaven.
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Strawberry Pie
It is time to get rid of some drafts that I have had for months at this point. Even if they have a few sentences I want to get them out. I also hope that having these one-shots thrown in people will remember me... and maybe my posts will do better then... (22 notes). It really is unmotivating sometimes. Looking at your follower count and then your notes. Like so far... the year is not going good for this account.
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Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Fluff, Mentions of Baby Talk, Perhaps Some Swearing. Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 1.6k
You scrolled through the list of songs on your phone. Today you were in a cheerful mood. You were happy, and you felt no sense of sadness. Let’s not jinx it just yet, but you had big plans today. Austin was out with his agent talking about some upcoming deals. You wanted to surprise him with a small gift.
Once you finally decided on the song you turned off your phone and went over to your recipe box. You only had a few recipes in there that were from you, but you had your grandmother’s as well. She always talked about how you were going to get that box when she died and well… That day came a couple of months ago. It still pained you, but you were finally in a good mood.
Peering through all the recipes your eyes found the one you wanted, Strawberry pie. You remember eating this during the summers at your grandmother’s house. It was such a fond memory and such a wonderful pie. You pulled it out of the box and brought it over to the middle island.
You brought out all of the ingredients needed and started to get to work. You had a few hours before Austin came in, so in theory… the pie should be cooled down when he arrives. That way you two can have a slice after dinner. Seems like today is a day you’ll be spending in the kitchen. You had no issue with that though. You loved being a housewife.
As stereotypical as it was… it was nice. Not having to worry about working. You were able to stay home, keep the house clean, cook your husband a wonderful dinner… or order it… and tend to other matters. Hopefully one day you can add a little one to the equation. For now, that wasn’t on Austin’s list and you had to respect that.
For dinner, you had planned a dish that would go along with your pie. You were thinking about making salmon with mashed potatoes, and then some type of veggie on the side. It just depended on what you had. That seemed like a good meal, and then you two could have some pie afterward… It sounded perfect.
Once everything was in the oven and everything was getting cooked you decided to take a break. You untied your apron and took it off. You’ve been standing on your feet for some time now, you wanted to sit down, and that is exactly what you ended up doing. You grabbed your phone to check your notifications.
A few messages from Austin, some even from your sister. A missed call from your mother, a few emails- wait… a missed call from your mother? You went ahead and called her back. Your mother usually didn’t call. If she did, she would let you know. Plus, she didn’t leave a message either which… is even weirder.
“Hello?” Your mother’s voice entered your ear.
“Hi momma, I was just returning your call. I didn’t know you called.” You said to her.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to. I just accidentally hit the call button instead of something else. I tried to hang up quickly so… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry honey.” Your mother explained. You let out an oh sound and nodded.
“It’s okay, I just thought it was weird is all. Figured I would give you a call and check-in. Make sure that everything is okay.”
“Well, now that I got you. What’s going on? Anything exciting happening today?” She asked you.
“Well, you remember that strawberry cake grandma would always make us in the summer?” You questioned her.
“Of course I do,” she replied.
“Well, I decided to make that today for Austin. I was just feeling in a good mood and I figured to use that energy and create something with it.” You explained to her.
“Oh, that sounds delicious. I wish you would bring us some over, but that is too long of a drive.” Your mother chuckled. You rolled your eyes playfully and shook her head.
“Well next time you guys come and visit, or we come to yours to visit I’ll be sure to make some. I know Grandma would want me to share it.” You told her.
“Yeah, she would have.” Your mother said softly, “I miss her.”
“I miss her too… it’s been rough… I honestly hoped I would’ve had kids before she passed. She was such a wonderful lady but… You have one fall and it’s all downhill from there…” You replied back with a soft tone. Here was the sadness, that sadness you all so had to jinx yourself with earlier.
“I know… but, she’s still around. In our hearts… in our minds… in spirit. She will always be around. We just can’t see her,” Your mother recited some type of religicall sentence. Like the father, son, and the Holy Spirit.
“I know… well… I better get back to it then. I have to check on the Salmon and see how the pie is cooling. Bye, momma, I love you.”
“I love you too, honey.” She replied and hung up. You placed your phone down and let out a sigh.
You pushed yourself up and walked over to the big sliding glass doors. You pushed them open and stood in the middle. You felt the cool wind brush past your skin in a soothing manner. The clear blue skies let you know that… she was here. The clear blue skies those summers you would spend with her.
You smiled softly and went back to check your mood, leaving the doors open to let in fresh air… and maybe even your grandma. You knew spirits could do anywhere they wanted, but your grandmother was a respectful woman. She would only enter when allowed, and when it was okay.
You pulled out the food and started to get the plates ready. You heard a ding from your phone and went to quickly check it. A text from Austin that read, Just down the street. I’ll be home soon :P
You giggled lightly at the expression he added and shook your head. For once, you had managed your time, and everything will fall into place right when you need it to. You brought the food over to the table and went to quickly wipe your hands. You rushed over to the door and opened it just as Austin was.
“Oh, hi,” Austin chuckled lightly. You smiled and pushed yourself up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek.
“Hi, I missed you.” You greeted him and moved out of the way.
“I missed you too, sweetheart… but what is going on?” He looked at you confused.
“What do you mean?”
“You hardly greet me at the door.” He pointed out to you.
“Well- you aren’t wrong, but I made dinner… and I made a special dessert. One I’ve been wanting to make you for quite some time.” You explained to him.
“Let me freshen up and I’ll meet you in the kitchen then okay?” With a nod of your head, Austin made his way upstairs to freshen up.
You made your way back over to the kitchen and decided to get the drinks. You poured two glasses of water and brought them over to the table. You sat down and patiently waited for Austin. You looked out into your guys’ backyard and smiled. Your grandmother’s backyard was a field of memories. Easter time in the annual Y/l/n egg hunt. You always won of course. No one could ever beat your skills.
You remember around Christmas time when you would go out with your grandparents and build snowmen with them. The snowball fights you all shared. The summer barbecue with the strawberry pie. God, you’re going to miss having those every year.
“Oh wow,” Austin said as he entered the kitchen. You looked over at him and smiled.
“Remember how I tell you the stories about my grandma’s strawberry pie?” You asked him gently. He nodded and found his way across from you.
“Every time you tell it, it leaves my mouth watering.” He chuckled lightly.
“Well… I made it,” you smiled.
“Is there a special occasion? I didn’t forget anything right? Cause I swear our anniversary isn’t until another two months. Your birthday isn’t until another five months… As far as I know, today is nothing.” He started to freak out a bit. You laughed gently at him.
“I guess I just wanted to celebrate being in a good mood. It’s been rough these few months you know… and I finally wake up and I’m in a good mood. Wanted to treat my boyfriend.” You admitted to him.
“Dammit, I knew I should’ve stopped for flowers.” He swore at himself.
‘’Austin stop,” you shook your head, “you get me flowers all the time. I wanted to treat you for once.”
“I love you,” Austin said as he reached over for your hand. You blushed gently as he gave your hand a squeeze.
“I love you too.”
“Well, shall we dig in so we can get to that pie?” Austin suggested with a smile. You nodded early and started to eat your dinner.
You two talked about each other's day. Though, Austin’s was much more entertaining than your baking story. Though, Austin would never say that. He always had nice things to say no matter what. When the time came to eat pie, you two went out onto the deck to enjoy it. Where you shared stories about your grandma to him.
“Maybe one day we can do that.” Austin hummed from beside you. You turned to look at him confused. What did he mean by that? “Make new memories with our kids.”
“Our kids…?”
“Yeah, I think… I think we can start trying. That is if you want to of course. Share your grandma’s pie to generations.” He smiled as he wrapped his arm around you.
“I would like that,” you whispered and kissed him softly.
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Fairytale
Series Warnings: Language, fake relationship, lying, drinking, major depressive disorder, mommy issues. Mentions of occasionally sexual interactions/ wording. Maybe eventual smut. Individual chapter warnings will appear as needed. Spelling and Grammatical errors like always.
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Chapter 9: Drunken Truth
“You're not gonna party too hard right?” Austin asked as he watched you get ready.
“My job is to make sure that the bride, aka my sister, has the time of her life and gets home safely.” You answered him.
“So you aren’t going to have any fun?” You let out a sigh and looked at Austin in the mirror. Your idea of fun was far from partying at a club. Your fun was staying home and laying in bed.
“This is already pushing outside my comfort zone, I just… I’ll sit there awkwardly and smile.” You pushed a smile out. Austin stood up and came over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your head.
“I wish I could come.” He said softly.
“Unless you decide to dress up like a sexy firefighter, there’s no use.” You said as you continued to put on your makeup. Of course, you were joking about this. Not only would it raise a huge red flag in your relationship, but you also didn’t want that.
“Well-“ You started to shake your head before he could finish his sentence.
“No, absolutely not. I’m not having those girls throw themselves at you.” Your reaction brought an amused look to Austin’s face.
“Why? Would you be jealous?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes and got up.
“Well for starters, you are not a stripper. Second off, I already paid the strippers. Third off, I don’t want you to.” You walked over to your heels to put them on.
“Look, just try and have a little bit of fun okay? If you girls need a ride, I’ll come pick you up.” He offered. You smiled softly and looked at him.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” Austin let out a light chuckle. He found it funny that you would thank him. You guys have been doing this for roughly over three, or maybe it was four, months now. The big day was closing in.
“But I do. You are doing so much for me and… there’s nothing I can do to show how much I appreciate everything.” You explained. Austin made his way over to you and cupped your face.
“You being next to me is enough,” he leaned down and kissed you. You cherished this moment and made sure it was embedded into your mind. You were going to need it for tonight.
“I’ll text you okay? I’ll drive to my sisters and then we’re going to get into an Uber.”
“Keep me posted, I’ll be… here. Might snoop around for some juicy secrets but.” You rolled your eyes at his comment and picked up your purse. You gave him a short smile and you were on your way.
Once you got into the car and started it, you made your way over to her sisters. You didn’t listen to any music, you just sat there silently. Mostly because it wasn’t too long of a drive, you would’ve been there in a few minutes anyway.
You went up to her door and rang the doorbell. The door quickly opened and your sister’s face lit up. You two were honestly so close, well… not close enough to tell her your lie. You just didn’t want to disappoint her. You didn’t want to disappoint anyone.
“Hey bride, are you ready for the best day of your life?” You smiled.
“Of course, but I need help with my dress first.” You nodded and closed the door behind yourself.
“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked confused.
“I need to zip up.” She said and turned around. You zipped up her dress easily and smoothed out the wrinkles.
“All done. You're ready to go.” You said and walked around her so that you could look her in the face.
“Perfect!”
“I’ll go order the Uber then. Our time frame at the bar starts soon.” You explained as you pulled out your phone.
“Oh! That reminds me, we have some new guests coming along.” Amelia spoke up. You looked up from your phone confused.
“What do you mean? It’s supposed to only be the bridal party.” You mentioned the original plans.
“I know… It’s just some of my friends really wanted to come, and I wanted to have them there as well.” She said with a big smile. You let out a sigh and shook your head. You couldn’t deny her. She already made the adjustments, you just had to go along with it.
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After being out for a couple of hours or so, you were just about over the evening. You had some fun with Amelia, but after she got into the bar… she went straight to her friends. They were the ones enjoying the music, singing karaoke, dancing, and throwing money at the strippers.
You made your way over to the bar, “Give me the strongest thing you have please,” you sighed as you sat down at the bar.
“One sazerac coming up,” the bartender responded as he started to make your drink. You placed your little wristlet onto the bar and tapped your finger against the counter. You tried to tune out the loud sounds of girls screaming.
“I’m guessing you’re with the bachelorette party?” He asked as he placed the glass down in front of you. You gave him a smile as a thank you and nodded.
“Yeah, my sister is actually the bride.” You said as you picked up the glass. You looked at the brown liquid and brought the glass to your lips. You cringed at the taste and scrunched up your face. Now that was some strong… alcohol.
“Never had someone buy out the whole bar before. Then again, you got twenty… almost thirty people here.” He pointed out.
“It was supposed to be just the bridal party,” you mumbled lightly and took another drink, “I planned for… five… maybe six people. Not this much.”
“You seem to have… more on your mind than that party.”
You let out a sigh and shook your head, “I’ll just say this… Never lie. Because then… that lie will eat you away.” You finished up the last of your drink.
“That bad huh?” He urged you to go on as he wiped down some of the wet glasses.
“It’s worse, but I’m going to need another drink.”
“You drive a hard bargain… but deal,” the bartender smirked and started to make you another drink. He placed the drink in front of you and took away your empty one.
“It started a long time ago…” you started as you picked up the glass. “When I first moved away.” You took a sip of your drink. You turned your head to the back to make sure that your sister wouldn’t hear and turned back to the bartender.
“And how long, was a long time ago?” He questioned.
“Well, I moved away six years ago… but the lie started four years ago.”
“Sounds like this lie has taken a toll on your life.”
“Well… it started after I got diagnosed with depression.” You stated after you finished off your second drink. “Another one please.”
“You’re gonna dry me out here, doll.” You cringed at the nickname he called you but just shook it off. You knew he was just being nice, but if he had any ideas- you could easily kick his ass.
“Well, keep ‘em coming. Especially if you want to know the story.” You tapped the empty glass. He chuckled lightly and picked up the glass.
“Well, as long as you keep me company, I’ll be fine with that.” He said with a wink. You closed your eyes and then rolled them. Was this guy really trying to hit on you right now?
“Right well… I was deeply depressed and didn’t want to go out. I wanted to stay home. So, my friends would try and get me to come out. My family… my sister… every time they came and visited. Well… I started the boyfriend lie.”
“Why not just say you’re busy?” He questioned as he placed down the glass.
“Because it wouldn’t work like that. Especially with my family. So… I played the boyfriend card.” You picked up the glass and took a long drink. The burning liquid running down your throat. Though, you didn’t feel it burning anymore. “Sorry, I’m busy with my boyfriend. Oh sorry, I got dinner with my boyfriend.”
“And how does this play into now? Four years later?”
“I got a call from my sister a couple of months ago. She was asking me to be her maid of honor. Of course, I was excited, I am excited. She’s my sister I love her very dear. I accepted and then she dropped the bomb on me. Told me that my boyfriend was the best man.”
“Hold up, isn’t the best man supposed to be someone you know?”
“Exactly! But she’s this… smart evil sister. I love her so much though. She wanted to meet my boyfriend, and she figured this would be the best idea.”
“I see…”
“So, I thought… fuck, I’m screwed. I would have to come clean, but I didn’t. I couldn’t,” you started to shake your head, drinking your drink. “So… I came up with the plan of getting a fake boyfriend.”
“A fake boyfriend?” The bartender raised his eyebrow.
“Mhm, and I didn’t know how to do that. I looked through my contacts and I noticed most of them I used the boyfriend card on. Then my eyes fell on one contact in particular. Someone I haven’t seen in a long time. Austin Butler. My old friend.”
“Did he agree to do it?”
“Yes actually,” you chuckle lightly. “I’m honestly surprised. He basically saved me. Coming with me and agreeing to everything.”
“It’s fake?” You heard your sister's voice. You turned quickly in fear and looked at her. Was she there the whole time? No, she couldn’t have. You checked to make sure she wasn’t.
“What- No no no,” you started to shake your head.
“I just heard you. You can’t just lie to me again. We are days away from my wedding! And you and Austin aren’t even together!?” She raised her voice. You swallowed a lump in your throat and felt yourself start to tear up.
“It’s not like that… Amelia. Listen-”
“No, Y/n. You ruined everything… I can't believe you lied to me.” She said as she turned around, and started to head towards the door.
“Amelia, wait!” You called out to her. You let out a groan when she didn’t stop and grabbed your wristlet off the counter and went after her. “Amelia please!” You reached out for her hand.
“Stop, Y/n!” She turned to face you, “I am not doing this. You do your maid of honor duties and nothing else. You are not my sister anymore. You lied to me for four years! You lied to everyone for four years!”
“I-I”
“Anything you say, will not be forgiven. I don’t want to see you until the wedding day.” She shook her head and walked out.
“Amelia,” you whispered and watched as she walked away. The tears fell quickly and you fumbled to open your wristlet. It was all over… just like that. All because of that fucking bartender.
With trembling hands, you pulled your phone out. You went up to your contacts and quickly called Austin. You were tipsy, you were crying, and not to mention your whole secret was out. You let out a sob and shook your head quickly. You needed him to pick you up. You guys obviously could no longer stay at your parent's house.
“Y/n? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Austin asked as he answered the phone.
“Code purple, she knows. We- we- we-”
“I’ll get everything packed up, and I’ll come pick you up okay? We’ll find an apartment and go onto plan B okay? Everything will be okay,” Austin explained with a calm voice. You nodded slowly and made your way back into the building.
“Okay… Thank you, Austin,” you whispered in response.
“I’ll be there soon okay?”
“Okay.” You said softly.
“Bye, sweetheart.”
“Bye, Austin.” You pulled your phone away and hung up. You found yourself a seat and sat down with a sigh. You knew this was going to happen. You shouldn’t have done this. You should’ve just come clean in the first place.
You rubbed your eyes and leaned your head back against the wall.
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“What happened?” Austin asked once you two got into the hotel room.
“I was at the bar… and and, I told him not to lie and I told him everything. I made sure she wasn’t around and- I guess she just came up and- she heard everything.”
“Come here,” he whispered and opened his arms. You frowned as you walked over to him and accepted his warm embrace. You placed your face against his chest and let the tears fall. You’ve been holding them in since you got into the car.
“She hates me,” you whimpered through the tears.
“She doesn’t hate you. She’s just… hurt and confused at the moment. Give her some time.”
“She’s gonna tell my parents, and then my parents will tell the whole goddamn family and- and- and-”
“Y/n, sweetheart.” Austin rubbed your back gently, “It may have started as a lie… but we came together.” You sniffled and pulled away. You looked up from Austin’s chest and stared into his eyes. How did you deserve to have such a fantastic friend… let alone someone who wants to be in a relationship with you?
You pulled away from his body and made your way onto the bed. You crawled up till you were near the pillow and let your body collapse down. You ruined everything for your sister. All because of this stupid lie.
“I’ll order us some room service,” Austin announced as he headed over to the desk, where the menus amongst other pamphlets were.
You reached for your phone and went to your messages. You read over everything you sent your sister. You begged for her to listen to you. To talk to you. Anything really at this point. She didn’t read them… How could you be so stupid? How could you mess up this badly?
You sighed and went into your photos app. You smiled as your eyes landed on the various pictures you and Austin took. You scrolled up and looked at the ones that held Amelia and you. What you would do to go back and take back the boyfriend lie. It just caused pain and mayhem for you.
You heard Austin’s voice as he ordered you guys some food. You flipped onto your back and sprawled out against the bed. You stared up at the white ceiling and blew some hair out of your face. You had to fix things. Her wedding was days away and you ruined your sistership with her.
Even if you tried to tell her Austin and yourself were in a relationship now, she wouldn’t believe it. Let alone believe that you loved him. You just knew that this caused you a new nickname with the family. The liar. The wannabe. The… attention whore. You faked a relationship to ruin your sister's wedding. You can just hear your mother now.
“Come on, sit up.” You looked over at Austin and whined shaking your head. “Up up.” You let out a groan as you sat up. You looked straight forward at the blank black television screen.
“Arms up.” You held your arms up and felt as your dress was being pulled off. Soon, your bra came off and a new shirt was put on you.
The smell of his cologne engulfed your nostrils. You hummed at the scent and wrapped your arms around yourself. You plopped back onto your back once you felt his lips brush against your cheek.
“Did you want to watch something?”
“Do they have any good movies on?” You cracked open an eye to look at him. The bed dipped beside you as Austin sat down. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV so that he could look through the channel guide.
“Pineapple Express?” He questioned as he turned to look for your reply. You just shook your head as you stuck your tongue out a bit. It wasn’t like you didn’t like the movie. You just wanted something soft.
“Top Gun?” You shook your head once again. Jet flying and twenty-year-olds screaming didn’t really fit into that soft vibe you were going for. He just continued to name off movies and you shook your head.
“Forget about it… There’s nothing I want to watch.” You sighed as you curled up into a little ball. That’s when a knock erupted through the room.
“I bet that’s our food,” Austin announced as he got up to check the door. You didn’t even want to eat right now. You just wanted to cry- Austin pulled the lids off the food and the smell poured into your nose. You didn’t know what boogie hotel you were at, but you knew that the food smelled amazing.
You already knew which food was yours. The toasted warm sandwich with a batch of fresh fries. You remember going off to Austin in the car that you wanted a warm toasted sandwich. It was a weird request, but… it was your comfort food. Along with the fries of course.
You two ate your very late dinner and then got ready for bed. He didn’t force you to take a shower. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stand straight up. He figured tomorrow would be the best option. So, as you both got comfy in bed, you fell asleep in minutes.
You woke up and immediately sat up. You let out a loud verbal gasp as the sound of your finger continued to go off. You looked over at your phone and mentally swore at yourself. You know you should’ve put it on silent. Why didn’t you do that? You always make sure to do that!
You let out a sigh as reached for your phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID. You placed the phone against your ear and plopped back down into the bed. You cuddled back up to Austin and let out a very tired hello.
“Y/n, where the hell are you!” Your mother’s loud voice made you pull the phone far away from your ear. What was the time anyway? “Your sister told me everything. You better come home right this second!”
“Mom,” you let out a sigh and rubbed your face. “I just need to talk to her.”
“You are not talking to her. You’re lucky you’re still allowed to come to her wedding!” Your mother stated. You let out a breath and looked at Austin with begging eyes. He gave you a sad smile and took your phone off your hands.
“Hi, Mrs. Y/l/n, Some things were said, and Y/n would really like to be able to talk to Amelia. We’d both like to talk to her and explain.” He talked to your mother as you closed your eyes. You let out a hum and fell against his warmth.
“I understand she’s upset, and I apologize. If you could convince her to meet us at the IHOP. Please… Y/n really wants to talk and apologize about what happened.” Austin tried to reason with your mother. She would most likely agree because for some reason she loved Austin. Well, it wasn’t hard not to love him.
“Thank you so much, Y/n and I are grateful,” Austin said with a smile. You opened your eyes and looked at him. That sounded promising. “Yes of course… Yes… I’ll tell her. Of course. Goodbye.” Austin hung up and handed you the phone.
“So?” You urged him to share.
“Your sister will meet with us at IHOP.” He said with a smile. You let out a sigh of relief and looked at him. What did you do to deserve this man?
“Austin, thank you so much. I… I really appreciate it.”
“Look, we’re in this together. Which means, I’ll help you through every moment.” He pointed out to you. You nodded slowly and brought your face closer to his to kiss him. He hummed against your lips and pressed his hand against your lower back, pulling you closer towards him.
You smiled and pulled away after a bit. “We should get ready,” You stated as you rubbed your nose against his.
“Mmm, we can save time by taking a shower together?” He suggested.
“Yes,” You pressed a short kiss to his lips and got up out of bed. Austin followed suit afterward and you both headed towards the bathroom to hop into the shower together. What happens behind closed doors… stays behind closed doors.
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Absolute Silence Pt. 2
Part One | Part Three
I have no idea how well the first part did considering I finished this before posting the first part. However, thank you so much for all the love and affection on the first part if you left any! I am still working on my drafts and I hope to get those all finished before making my way back to Fairytale and Personal Nurse!
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Pairing: Austin Butler x Deaf!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some information may be inaccurate, swearing, Olivia is sort of a bitch but not really, spelling and grammatical errors. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 2k
You took a step back and smiled. Your dress was finally complete, and in perfect timing also. You and Austin were flying out to Nice in a couple of days for the Cannes film festival. To finally see the premiere of Austin’s hard work. You two decided to match in a subtle way. Austin would wear a black suit with a dash of color on his pin. A dark blue flower. You would wear a dark blue dress with black lace over top.
You saw the flickering lights and turned around to find Austin. You smiled at him and showed him the dress. You pretty much always wore your cochlear, but Austin never knew when you were taking a break and when you weren’t.
“What do you think?” You asked him. Austin smiled and made his way over. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer.
“I think you’re going to look beautiful.” He stated and pressed a kiss to your head. You let out a hum of comfort and smiled. You wrapped your arm around his torso and placed your hand on his chest.
You two have been together for almost five years now. You wouldn’t have it any other way either. These past years have been amazing, even if there was a global pandemic sprinkled in with it. You ended up moving in with Austin during that time. You spent time helping him with his role in Elvis. You spent time digging deeper into each other. You meant that on a more innocent note then… not saying you didn’t though.
“I can’t wait for this trip. I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.” You told him. You turned your head upwards to face him.
“I’m glad you’re coming with me. I really need you there.” Austin admitted. You shook your head lightly.
“You don’t need me there Austin. You did amazing.”
“Maybe in your eyes. But I need my clover there.” You blushed at his words and shook your head. He really knew how to make your heart beat faster. Even if you two have been together for a long time. He was able to still surprise you.
“You’re a dork,” you teased him and pulled away. Austin chuckled in response and pulled you back in.
“Maybe, but you make me the dork I am.” He said as he leaned down and pressed his soft lips against your own. You hummed against the feeling and kissed back.
You got to France not too long afterward. You two were in your hotel room getting ready. You had already got on your dress and were working on getting your makeup done. You saw Austin appear closer to you from the mirror. You looked at him through the mirror and smiled.
“Hi, Austin.” You smiled and continued to put on your makeup.
“Hey beautiful,” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. “You look beautiful.” You blushed at his words and shook your head.
“Oh please, I’m nothing compared to your handsome looks. I’ll be the ugly nobody standing next to you.” You told him as you placed down the lip gloss you had just applied.
“Never call yourself ugly, Clover, because you are far from it.” He pushed a piece of loose hair behind your ear.
“Hm, well… your opinion is the only one that matters.” You smiled and leaned closer to him and kissed him. Something that still drove you crazy to this day. There was nothing like kissing the love of your life.
“May I make a suggestion?” Austin questioned. You nodded as you stood up. “I think it’ll be smart if you don’t want your cochlear. Only while we’re outside with the press.” You looked at him confused.
“You want me to go silent?”
“It’s going to get real loud, clover. People will be yelling, it’s going to be chaotic. You can put it on once we get in the theater. I just don’t want you to get overstimulated.” He explained to you. You nodded taking in all the information. He had a point. When you were introduced to new sounds all at once you tended to get… a bit overwhelmed.
“Okay,” you said softly and slipped the device off. You handed him the device and smiled sadly. Austin took the device and slipped it into his pocket for safekeeping.
“Trust me, clover. It’s for the best.” You nodded once again and wrapped your arms around him. It was hard to take away your hearing when you only just got it. Maybe you were overreacting but… it was still hard.
“I trust you,” you quickly signed and pulled away. Elvis gave you a slight smile and shortly you guys were off.
You two got into the car and were on your way to the Cannes film festival. Your first festival, and probably not your last one. You looked outside the window and looked at the ocean. It was certainly a site to behold. A site that you could never get from your California apartment.
Austin held your hand on his lap and his thumb rubbed patterns again your skin. You were nervous, but you knew he had to be more nervous. Considering he said that he needed his lucky clover by his side. It would be your first public appearance with him. You weren’t sure if you were ready for all the… for all the drama.
But you knew better than to think about that. You knew that Austin loved you and that’s all that mattered. That was all that meant anything in the end. You had Austin’s love, and he had yours.
You two came to the location and you felt immediately overwhelmed. There were hundreds of people. Hundreds of cameras. Austin was definitely right about you not wearing your device. The door was pulled open and Austin stepped out. Well… it was now or never.
Austin reached his hand towards you and grabbed your hand. You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze before you made your way outside. You had no idea what was happening right now. You figured people were yelling to get Austin’s attention, but other than that… you were clueless.
“Don’t let go of my hand okay?” He quickly signed to you. You nodded and gave his hand a tight squeeze. You stood near Austin’s side the whole time.
You felt out of place… You felt… you felt weird. Maybe it was because people were pushing cameras in your face, and trying to communicate with you. In reality, though, you were too overwhelmed to know what was going on.
You felt like you were out there for hours. But, before you knew it you were sitting down in the theater. Austin pulled your device out of his ear and handed it to you. You thanked him with a smile and put it on.
“You okay?” He asked once he knew you could hear him. You nodded your head gently.
“Yeah, I’m okay. A bit overwhelmed but… I’ll manage.” You admitted to him.
“I’m sorry clover,” he whispered, “but the hard parts are over. We enjoy the movie and then we head back to the hotel room.” He explained to you.
“Thank you.” you whispered back and laid your head on his shoulder.
“Hey Austin,” Olivia came over with a smile on her face. She saw you and gave you a wave. You returned her wave with a smile.
“Hey Olivia, everything all good?” He asked her. She nodded and sat down next to him.
“Oh yeah, I’m just excited to finally see the movie.” She admitted.
“I’m a bit nervous, but I got my lucky clover so.” Austin smiled as he gave your hand a squeeze. God, this man was going to be the death of you. You melted against his touch and closed your eyes ever so slightly.
“Oh please, you’re going to be amazing. We all are.” She continued on. The two of them spoke up until the movie started. Well, almost up to the movie, because Austin excused himself.
“So, Austin tells me you’re deaf?” Oliva turned to speak to you. That was a weird question to ask someone who was deaf.
“Um… yeah.” You replied with a forced smile. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with asking that. It was more or less the fact that she was asking someone if they were deaf.
“That must be so hard,” she shook her head gently. You shrugged in response. Sure, it was hard at some points, but you’ve been living with it for years at this point.
“Well, I grew up like this so.” You replied and pulled off your device. You’ll make sure to put it back on when the movie starts, but for now, you didn’t want to listen to her anymore. You were positive she was still talking to you, but at this point, you just wanted to be left alone.
Before you know it Austin came back with some water and a closed captioning device. You felt your heart do a flip. Sure you were able to hear movies now, but you still liked to be able to read what was going on.
“Sorry bout that, I’m back.”
“I took it off. Olivia was bothering me and I just wanted to be left alone. I’ll put it back on when the movie starts.” You quickly explained to him. He nodded his head and sat down. He handed you the device so that you could put it in place.
“That girlfriend of yours is rude,” Olive said to Austin. Who in return looked at her confused. You have never been rude ever before in your life. Well, as long as he has known you.
“I’m sorry?”
“She just started to ignore me. I mean, who even does that? I was speaking to her.”
“She probably didn’t mean to. She doesn’t have her device on. So, she can’t hear a single thing that’s happening around her. I also don’t appreciate you calling my girlfriend rude, because she is the nicest human being I have ever met in my life.” Austin stated and turned away from her. You looked at Austin confused.
“You okay?” You asked him. Austin nodded in return and opened his water bottle.
“Yeah, just Olivia,” he signed back. You nodded and waited for the movie to start. It didn’t take too much longer until the movie started. You slipped your device back on and grabbed Austin’s hand and gave it a squeeze. You were so proud of him.
When the movie came to an end, everyone rose from their seats and clapped. It was truly a brilliant movie, and Baz had a certain direction he took and it worked. The movie was beautiful… your boyfriend was beautiful. His heart and soul really were put to work for this movie and you could tell.
You peered down at your boyfriend and saw that he started to tear up. You smiled softly at your pretty boy and pulled him up onto his feet. You wrapped your arm around him and pulled him close. He deserved this attention. For all the hard work he did… he deserved it.
The two of you got home a little bit later. You kicked off your heels and turned your back towards Austin. You felt his hands on your shoulders before they went toward your zipper. You were entirely pooped after the day you just had. You just wanted to spend the rest of the night in with Austin.
“I still can’t believe they stood for twelve minutes. It couldn’t have been that good…” Austin said in disbelief. You let out a light laugh and shook your head.
“Well better believe it because it happened.” You turned to face him once he was done.
“Well… it wouldn’t have happened without you.” He admitted. You smiled and pressed yourself up to your tippy toes.
“Oh please, I just stood on the sidelines.” You said softly as you undid his bow tie. Austin placed his hands on your hips and gave them a squeeze.
“You did so much more clover. So so… so much more.” He whispered and leaned down to kiss you deeply.
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Unexpected Guests
I don't want anyone to mention my posting schedule. I know I suck, I am very well aware of that. Things get crazy. You think that everything is worked out and squared away, but... it's just... it's all over the place. Daylight savings really messed with me and I have no idea why. I hope you guys like this old draft I ripped from the beginnings. I think this is based off my headcanons with twins. So, you can go ahead and check that out!
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Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical errors most likely. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 1.7k
You loved going to each and every single one of Elvis’ concerts. You tried your very best to be at everyone, but then your twins came along and it got harder to be at them. Of course, you were able to go to the ones he held in Memphis… but outside of state was pretty much a definite no.
Your twins were the complete opposite. Weirdly enough, one of them took after Elvis and one of them took after yourself. Valeria was much like her daddy. She was very outgoing and loved anyone who gave her any sort of attention. Orson was much like you. You were the quiet shy girl. You preferred to be alone than around people.
The introvert and the extrovert if you will. You were careful when taking your kids out and around. Especially when you were with Elvis, everyone would crowd Elvis just to get a picture, an autograph, or even a smooch off of him. Valeria, well she was. everywhere. Despite your effects of keeping her face away from the line of paparazzi. Orson was much easier than his sister. He usually kept his face tucked into your neck.
“Valeria! Where’s your brother!” You called out to your two-year-old. You picked up some of the kid's toys and threw them in the basket next to the couch.
“I don knwoah, mama.” She replied back. You let out a sigh and looked over toward the bookshelf. Orson loved to read, well… he loved to look at the pictures. He was only two after all. If he could read… you would be a tad bit concerned.
You found him sitting tucked under the small fort you helped him build hours prior. You smiled and picked him up. You placed a sweet soft kiss on his cheek and fixed his hair. “There you are.”
“Hai mama,” he giggled.
“Whatcha got there?” You asked as you looked at the book in his hands. “Woah, are those dinosaurs?”
“Wes!” He nodded with a great big smile on his face. It reminded you of Elvis’ smile. They did look a lot like him.
“Do you know what sound they make?” You asked as you tickled his stomach a bit.
“Roar!” He gave a great big impression of a dinosaur. You let out a gasp, you were quite impressed with your little loveable boy.
“Yes!” you giggled lightly and put the book away. You had to get to the venue in an hour. You went over to where Valeria played with her dolls and picked her up.
“Mama noi!” She whined as she reached for her dolls again.
“Come on, we have to get ready. Don’t you want to see daddy perform?” You asked her. She quickly turned to look at you.
“Daddy!?”
“Yes, daddy,” you nodded in agreement. You took the twins up to their room to get them all prepped and dressed. “He has a show that’s in town, and he offered for us to come.”
“I wuv daddy!” She squealed and tried to find the most perfect dress. You smiled at her and felt your heart flare with emotions. “I mush wook pwerfec.”
“And you will,” you told her. You placed Orson down on his bed and went to the closet to help her. You grabbed her favorite white dress and held it out.
Your daughter’s head tilted to the side. She was contemplating if she actually wanted to wear it or go down another direction. She nodded with a big smile and snatched the dress out of your hands. You shook your head gently at her and got together your son’s outfit. He didn’t care much about what he wore as long as he was comfortable.
You helped Valeria get into her dress and made sure she had the perfect bow to go with it. You set her off to play with the toys in the room and went to get Orson ready. You got him dressed in something similar to what Valeria wore. Yes, you were indeed that mother who made her twins match. You thought it was quite cute.
“How baby?” Orson asked you. You looked down at your bump and rubbed it gently.
“They’re doing great,” you whispered and kissed the top of Orson’s head. Okay, everything was ready. You had their coats, their headphones, and extra snacks packed… Now all you had to do was get ready yourself. Luckily, you picked out your outfit earlier in the day whilst Elvis was still home.
You went ahead and got changed quickly. You then fixed up your hair and makeup before going back over to the twins. You didn’t like to be away from them too long. Mostly due to the fact that Valeria could get a little bit too out of order. Which turns into stressing out Orson and causing him to cry. It was just best if they weren’t together for long without an adult.
You were not saying she was a bad kid, she was far from that. She just got frustrated easily. Now, that is something she most definitely got from her father. You weren’t even going to argue on that one. You loved all pieces of Elvis, but his anger was one you wish you could get rid of.
“All right, who’s ready to see daddy?!” You asked the two excitedly.
“Me!” They both replied. You smiled and helped them put on their coats and shoes. You got them out and into the car before you were on your way.
It didn’t take long to get to the venue. Mostly because you got a special escort. When Elvis was doing a concert you couldn’t move anywhere. It would take at least an extra forty minutes just to get gas or some groceries. Everyone was trying to get in. Everyone was trying to get a peak of the king himself.
You parked your car next to Elvis’ and got out. You held a smile on your kiss and grabbed your kids from the back seat. You grabbed your bag and headed over to the back door where you knocked. It wasn’t long before someone answered and led you to where Elvis was.
“Whoa, who are these little animals?” Elvis spoke as he saw you three walk into his dressing room.
Valeria gasped loudly, “Daddy!” She squealed and let go of our hand. She ran over to her father and threw her arms around him. Elvis smiled and picked up his daughter and held her close.
“Look at you! This is such a pretty dress, princess.” Elvis smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“I picked it out all by myself.” Your daughter spoke proudly of her lie. You let out a lightly laugh and shook your head. You walked over to the couch and helped your son up on it. You made your way over to Elvis with a smile on your face.
“There’s ma beautiful wife.” Elvis smiled and pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your daughter ewed at the sight and covered her eyes.
“Hi Elvis,” you greeted him after you pulled away.
“Hi.”
You guys spent as much time together before Elvis was pulled away to get on stage. You three stayed backstage and watched him from the sidelines. You made sure that your kids had their headphones on and you three enjoyed his singing.
You held Orson in your arms and kept a strong hand on Valeria. You knew how she was, and she would take any given moment to run out to her father. There was nothing wrong with loving your dad, it just became an issue when you could trip and fall.
It was about halfway through the show, and Elvis was giving the band an introduction. He loved to make sure that people were getting the proper praise for their incredible playing/ singing. You loved that Elvis did that. It showed that the show wasn’t all about him, but the people who play around him. They are the ones who really make it a show.
“Mrs. Presley,” someone spoke from behind you. You turned and faced the person, a smile on your face.
“Yes?”
“I just had a few questions regarding Elvis’ upcoming tour dates. We just want to make sure they aren’t on any important dates.” They explained. You nodded and looked at the clipboard they were carrying around.
“I don’t know if these ones will work. The baby is due around that time. We don’t know if they will be early, on time, or late. We just don’t want to risk it.” You pointed to the dates around your baby’s due date.
“Right, and so then he won’t be able to perform at least for a month or two afterward?” They doubled checked. You nodded agreeing with their statement.
“That is correct. It’s mainly up to Elvis though. It’s his schedule.” You replied. They nodded and wrote down all the information. You felt a tiny hand leave your own and you turned to see a two-year-old running toward her father.
“Valeria!” You called out after her. Elvis must have heard you 'cause he turned his head and found his daughter all the way towards him.
“Hey hey, looks like we got an unexpected guess.” Elvis smiled and picked up his daughter. “Want to say hi?”
“Hi,” Valeria responded with a giggle. You let out a sigh and made your way over to them to grab Valeria back.
“This is Valeria,” Elvis introduced her. The audience was awed at his precious daughter. “And here comes my wife and son.”
Orson had his face pressed against your chest. He took one look at the audience and quickly peered away. He wanted nothing to do with them. You gave Elvis a shower look and took Valeria from him.
“This is my son Orson. He’s very shy. Then of course ma beautiful, beautiful wife.” He gave an introduction to your two. You smiled softly toward the fans and apologized once again.
“How bout we sing a song for ‘em?” Elvis suggested as you took the twins away. “Love Me Tender.” He told the guys and they started to get into the song. You smiled softly and watched your husband lovingly.
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Pretty Boy
Don't get me wrong, I love all the fluff I am writing, but boy oh boy... I need something to spice it up. I need angst! I need some juicy juicy drama if you know what i mean.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this piece short. However, I am hoping to get out some more pieces. I just know that once summer comes I'll have so much time to write! It seems so far but... I finish the end of April so!
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Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me know if I miss anything!
Word Count: 649
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Your favorite time was when you were able to lay in bed with your boyfriend. And you meant more than just when you two went to sleep. It would be early in the morning and you two have just woken up. You two would find comfort in each other's arms. Talk about your lives and just enjoy the moment.
“When I was younger I was a little rascal.” You started your story. Elvis let out a gasp and shook his head.
“No way,” Elvis stated in disbelief. You rolled his eyes playfully at him and pushed him gently over.
“Let me finish,” you giggled, “as I was saying… My parents used to take me around to the bakery a lot. I just about put my hand in anything. The proofed bread, the cinnamon, the toppings. You name it I did it. There was one time when my mother was baking cinnamon rolls and we were putting the icing on and I just ate it. It was all over my face, in my hair… it was everywhere.”
“So that’s why you eat so many cinnamon rolls,” Elvis said in a questioning tone.
“Well, I love cinnamon rolls. I especially loved the icing my mother made. Put the two together, I was a very happy toddler.”
“I can just imagine icing all over your face.” He smiled and pulled you closer. You looked up at him and returned his smile with one of your own.
“When you’re not home I just make icing and eat it.” You told him. He raised his eyebrow at you. He was trying to decide if you did in fact do that, or if you were just lying to him. “I’m lying, Elvis.” You giggled.
“Right well… I wouldn’t put it past you or your rascal's ways.” You hummed at his response and brought your hand up to his face.
“You’re very pretty, Elvis.”
“Pretty?” Elvis questioned your compliment. You nodded and ran your hand through his hair.
“Sure, you’re handsome…. Hot… sexy… but you’re very pretty.” You smiled. Elvis didn’t understand what his insides were doing. In fact, he thought he was having a heart attack. Being called pretty was definitely new to him and he liked it.
“That’s new,” he commented and looked up at the ceiling.
“I’ll be sure to say it more often then.” You smiled and sat up. You threw your leg over his waist and stared down at him. “Because you’re my pretty boy.”
“Now you’re makin’ it weird,” he laughed gently and pulled you closer. He pressed his lips onto yours for a sweet sensational kiss. “I like when you call me pretty though.” He admitted after you two pulled apart.
“Yeah?” You said with a small smile.
“Mhm,” he nodded and wrapped his arms around him.
“Well, I love you. My pretty pretty pretty pretty angel.” You poked his cheek after every pretty.
“I love you too.”
“Okay, now it’s your turn.” You brought up. He let out a hum and thought about what story to tell you.
“For my birthday one year when I was much younger, ma mama got me my first guitar.”
“Elvis, I already know this story-“
“Let me finish,” he pressed his finger against your lips. “As I was saying… she got me my first guitar. I didn’ really want it. In fact, I would instead have gotten a bike or something a normal kid would like.”
“Okay…?” You raised your eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, I wanted a bike so that I could ride to the rock of eternity.” You smiled softly at his response. You ran your fingers along his jawline.
“I have a feeling you’re already there, Elvis.” You kissed him gently. Elvis smiled against your lips and gave you a squeeze. There was no way in hell that he deserved you, but he made sure to thank God every night.
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The Famous Truth
Here is another draft that I am trying to get rid of and out the door. I liked how this one turned out. You got the angst, you got the fluff, you got the tears, you got absolutely everything you could ever want! Thank you for everyone who sticks by my side through everything I'm going through.
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Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Cheating, Spelling and Grammatical Errors most likely. I am not trying to justify cheating! No one should ever cheat and get back with that person. this is purely fiction and make believe. Let me know if i missed anything!
Word Count: 2.7k
You knew the difficulties that came with Elvis when you first got together. Not even with Elvis himself, but his whole lifestyle of being rich and famous. You knew that there were going to be hard moments, you just never knew it would come to this.
Sure, you knew girls would be throwing themselves at him… but you never thought that you would find him in bed with someone else. You stormed out of the room without a sound and picked up your son, and rushed down the stairs where your daughter was.
“Sweetheart, listen- Would ya just stop,” Elvis rushed after you. You shook your head repeatedly and waved your daughter over.
“I’m not stopping Elvis. Was this not enough for you? Was I not good enough? We’re your kids not good enough?” You whimpered out as the tears threatened to fall. Elvis shook his head.
“No no, baby, I- I can explain.” You shook your head and tried to focus on anything else. Having to deal with Elvis was not it at the moment. Especially not in front of your kids.
So, as you zippered up your daughter's coat you thought of his explanation. “Let me guess, she jumped on you and you dragged her all the way here. Then you two somehow ended up in our bed?” You let out a chuckle and stood up. “I’m not going to stand here fighting with you. I-I can’t do the fighting. Look, we’re going to stay at my parent’s house. If you want to be an adult and tell the truth, then you can come over.”
“Please… no… sweetheart, you can stay here-“ he reached out for you as you made your way to the door.
“Elvis, let it go please… I’m not letting our kids stay here while she’s still in our bed. It’s best if we part ways… and… and give you some time.” You whispered as you opened the front door.
Elvis shook his head as his eyes started to cloud up with tears. “Darlin’- I know- I know that I love you. You’re ma whole goddamn life. I love ma children. I love you all please… please.” He begged you. You shook your head and looked away from him. It pained you too much to look at him. To see him like this… All you wanted to do was hug him.
“I can’t look at you without seeing her now… it’s going to take some time.” You explained as you took a deep breath.
“Darlin-“
“Goodbye Elvis… say bye to your daddy kids.” You said towards your two young kids.
“Bye daddy,” your daughter said as she pulled herself away and ran to her father. She engulfed him into a hug. You sucked in a breath and bit your tongue to stop crying.
“Bai,” your lil baby boy waved to him. Elvis frowned and hugged his daughter tightly.
“I love you all… very much, and I promise… I promise I will fix this… I will fix everything.” He whispered and kissed the top of his daughter's head. He looked you in the eyes and mouthed I love you.
“We love you too,” you whispered and grabbed your daughter’s hand and left. You let out a shaky breath and went over to the car.
You got your kids into the car seats and closed the door to the back. You looked at the house one last time and felt yourself coming near. You had to get to your parents before you broke down completely. You sucke in a breath and got into the driver’s seat. You started the car and made your way to your parents.
As you got to your parents you got out of the car. Your hands were starting to shake and your breathing was getting quicker. Before you know it, your breathing would slow and you would need to just pause on the world. You closed the door and went to quickly get your kids out.
You made it to the front door and knocked quickly on the door. You wouldn’t stop until they answered. God, you prayed that they were home. If not you were just going to have to break in. Before you knew it your mother answered the door.
“Mama, thank god,” you breathed out. She raised an eyebrow in confusion and let you three in.
‘What happened?” She asked.
“I just, can you please take the kids before I break down because I am on my last limit here.” You said as you handed her your son.
“Yeah of course, I-“
“Thank you!” You rushed over to your old bedroom, which turned into a room for your kids and you and Elvis when you two visited. It was a little cramp but, right now you just needed to lay down.
You got into the bed and pulled the covers over your head. You allowed yourself to break down. The tears formed quickly and fell just as fast. Your throat became dry, and you pulled yourself into a ball. You couldn’t believe that actually happened. You always knew that something might happen out on the road yeah, but to see him in bed… in your shared bed with someone else. God you wanted to punch him!
You knew it would be smart to just never see him again, but you couldn’t do that to your kids. They absolutely adored and loved the hell out of him. Who knew when you would see him again. It could be days, weeks, months, hell maybe even years. You didn’t want it to be years. God almighty please… please don’t make it years.
You heard a soft knock on your door and you shook your head quickly. This was your alone time. You didn’t want to be interrupted, you wanted to be left alone in your thoughts. You yelled out a go away and sunk further and further into the bed.
“Honey, can I please come in?” Your father’s voice said. You whimpered and shook your head, only to realize that he couldn’t see you.
“No.”
“Well, I’m coming in either way.” He said and came into the room. You let out a huff and tightened the covers over yourself. You felt the edge of the bed dip and only assumed it was your father.
“Look, I may not know what happened… I could only guess it’s Elvis. You two have been through a lot. And, if the news has taught me anythin’ bought him… it’s the girls. But I want to remind you that you two have been apart for a long time. You yourself sealed comfort in another guy.”
“Dad-“
“Yes, I know it didn’t go far, and I’m sure it wouldn’t have gone far with Elvis either. He’s not an idiot to lose you-”
“They were in bed together dad!” You yelled at him. He didn’t see what you saw, and what you saw… god you didn’t ever want to see that. You never ever want to see it again in fact.
“Where they actually having sex or just making out?” He asked you.
“They were… they were just making out…” you muttered.
“Look honey, this may be something you don’t want to hear… But a lot of times people will kiss other people while in the relationship. I know there've been men who kissed ya mama when we were younger and together. Sure, some even made it to the bed. But… it finished before it got far.” Your father explained.
“Doesn’t mean you do it when you have kids.” You muttered under your breath.
“Listen, I may not know Elvis on a personal level. However, I know that he would have realized his mistake and ended things before they got further . Then, he would have told you everything. So, I guess what I’m trying to get at is… go talk to him.”
“I’m not talking to him right now.” You moved the cover from over your face. You looked towards your father who had his back turned to you.
“Well, it’s better than waiting for him. Look, just… give it a day or two. Then you two should meet and talk it out.” He suggested. You nodded and took it in. You knew he was right. Elvis wouldn’t purposely mess up your marriage, Especially when you two had kids.
“Okay… I will.”
Days went by, weeks went by in fact. You went to reach out to Elvis and there was no answer. You went by his house and he wasn’t there. He wasn’t making any music, he wasn’t doing any concerts… it’s like he just disappeared.
“That fucking idiot!” You yelled as you threw the pillow across the room. “First he says he’ll fix everything and now he’s just gone! GONE!”
“Y/n-“
“Don’t Y/n me, I have every right to act this way.” You huffed and avoided eye contact with your friend Jess.
“Oh please I would be pissed also, but he wouldn’t just disappear.” She tried to reason with you. You turned and looked at her, an annoyed expression on your face.
“I called Jerry, I called Vernon, hell I even called Bill! Lord knows they aren’t as tight as they used to be. How could he just disappear??? It makes no sense!” You whined and fell face first into the bed.
“There’s always the second option.” You moved your face from the mattress and looked over at her.
“The second option…?”
“Yeah, you take expensive things, leave the kids with Vernon, run off and start a new life in Canada.” She explained. You gave her an annoyed look and threw a pillow at her.
“I’m not doing that. I am not leaving my kids, and I am not leaving the love of my life.” You explained to her.
“Well he isn’t here so…”
“You’re a terrible friend,” you groaned and pushed yourself up. “I need to check on my baby.”
“Mhm, I guess I’ll continue to hit the phone books.”
“Thank you,” you whispered to her gently.
“Yeah yeah, I know, I’m the best ever.”
“Don’t get cocky now,” you laughed gently and headed off to your baby boy. You headed down the hall and into your boys room. You decided a couple of days ago to begin staying back in Graceland. It wasn’t fair to your parents having to take care of you and your kids.
“Where’s my baby boy,” you said in a soft voice as you looked in the crib. “There he is,” you smiled and tickled his stomach gently. He laughed in response and kicked his small little itty bitty legs.
“Aw my cutie little Orson,” you spoke in a baby voice and picked him up. “How was your nap?”
“Goo,”
“That’s good,” you whispered and kissed his forehead. “I bet you’re hungry.”
“Wes,” he responded and rested his head on your shoulder. You smiled and picked up his blanket. You headed out of the room and made your way downstairs. You heard your daughter speaking and you didn’t think much of it. She had her imaginary friends.
“Honey, come here please.” You called out to her. You heard your daughter's feet hit against the floor and she soon appeared in front of you.
“Yes mama?” She asked with her hands behind her back.
“Are you hungry? I’m about to make your brother some food.” You asked her. She nodded her head quickly.
“Yes please,” she smiled.
“Okay, I’ll make you some also then. Say, who were you talking to?” You said as you did a double take. You wanted to make sure it was just an imaginary friend and not just some stranger.
“Daddy.”
“Daddy? Daddy isn’t here.” You shook your head confused. She giggled at you lightly and nodded her head.
“Yes huh, he on the phone.” Honey replied.
“Where?”
“In the guest bedroom.”
“Take your brother,” you said and handed her Orson. You walked over to the guest room and picked up the phone. You let out a breath.
“Elvis…?” You said softly.
“Y/n,” his voice replied back.
“Wh- what-,” you could cry right now! Well, that was until you remembered everything he did. “Where the hell are you!”
“All right alright sugar, calm down okay? Let me explain.”
“We should be talking about this in person, not over the phone Elvis,” you quickly muttered. “Where even are you??”
“I went away for a bit. Remember how I said I was going to fix everything? I was.” He explained. You made a confused look.
“You can’t just fix things without talking to me, Elvis. That is how you fix this, by talking to me.”
“I know I know, look okay… I’ll be home tonight. It’ll be after the kids are asleep. We’ll talk, and I’ll show you how I fixed it.”
“Okay… okay…”
“I love you, with all my life, darlin’.”
“I love you too, Elvis.” You whispered.
“Dry those tears for me. I’ll be home soon. Bye.” With that, he hung up. You wiped the few tears that have formed and hung up the phone. Tonight… Tonight…
Night time came way quicker then you wanted it to. The sun was no longer in the sky and it was just dark out. No sun. No blue sky. No nothing, just the moon and stars. You got more nervous with every minute that passed!
So, as you passed the living room, you played with the rings that laid on your fingers. You dreaded seeing him again. You were scared to see him again. You knew you were going to hug him and melt against his touch. You knew you were going to ball your eyes out and forgive him no matter what.
God were you being stupid? You had to be… maybe that started way before when you first met. People called you stupid for falling in love with him. People called you stupid for wanting to marry him. People called you stupid for having kids with him. Just, everyone tended to call you stupid for everything you did with Elvis.
You paused in front of the fireplace and looked at the picture that hung above it. Every year we tend to change it out, but just looking at it… It reminded you how much he loved you. He wouldn’t just go ahead and end everything. He looked happy and in love with every picture there was. The way he’s looking at his kids, you held a look in your eye that screamed love.
Maybe you were stupid… but goddamnit… you were stupid in love with Elvis Presley. You heard the sound of a car door closed and you turned around. This was it… this was it. You made your way over to the front door just as he was opening it. You gave him one look and you started to cry. Goddamnit emotion! Get the hell out of here.
Elvis walked the rest of the way in and closed the door behind him. He put down his things and looked at you sadly. Your bottom lip started to quiver and you rushed to him and threw your arms around him. You squeezed him hard and never let go. God, you could never let him leave again. No no no. Never ever again.
He returned your embrace quickly and kissed the top of your head. You two ended up slowly making your way to the floor and held each other for what seemed like hours. It quite literally ended up being an hour. You pulled away after that and looked at him.
You watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. “I went to every ring store in America. Well… almost every one. I wanted to find the most perfect ring for you.”
“Elvis-“
“This ring symbolizes the love I hold for you every single day. This ring symbolizes the love we share for each other. This ring symbolizes so goddamn much. And, it took forever because I knew I had to find a find better than your engagement ring and goddamn. Sent me damn near half all the states.” You giggled lightly and reached up to his face.
“You’re a fool,” you whispered and closed the distance between you two. You kissed him so deeply, and so emotionally. You had to make sure he knew what he put you through all those goddamn weeks.
“A fool who’s in love,” he mumbled against your lips after pulling away.
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