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oh-austin · 2 years

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all three (austin butler)

summary: its finally time for the premiere of elvis and austin is lucky enough to have his two favourite girls with him for the night.

prompt: “we’re going to be late” + “I’ll be careful”

authors note / warnings: no warnings! this is my first piece for austin, go easy on me and I hope you all like it! we need more dad!austin in this world

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Watching someone you love dedicate themselves to something they're passionate about is a beautiful thing. But, watching the love of your life dedicate his entire being to something he's passionate about? Breathtaking.

Austin had spent the last two years of his life dedicating his every move and word to this film, desperate to capture the essence of Elvis and portray him the best he could- the way he deserved.

It was hard to watch sometimes, imposter syndrome threatening to drag Austin under the waters and take him hostage was always present. But in the times he felt like he couldn't breathe, he had people to pull him back to the surface.

You and Ines, his two favourite things.

Sure, Austin knew that there would be struggles portraying such a big soul and surrendering himself to Elvis; but at the end of the day, he would always have you two to go home to.

The pair of you were his rocks, keeping him grounded and level-headed; reminding him of who he really was when he finally took off the costumes and makeup. He was Austin, he was an actor, a lover and a father.

Austin usually tried to keep his personal life just that- personal. He prided himself on being able to seperate his fiancee and child from the spotlight. When he was at work, he was an actor. When he was home, a father and to-be husband.

Tonight, he was all three.

"Come on you two, we're gonna be late!" Austin called up the stairs with a smile. Anyone thought that he would be stressed prior to arriving at the premiere, but he knew the hard work was done- all he had to do was await for everyone's reaction.. no pressure.

His voice rang throughout the hotel room. Austin was fortunate enough to be put up in a spacious hotel whilst in Cannes, big enough for Ines to run wild when she needed to get out some energy.

The styling team finished the last of Austin's outfit, one woman pinning a small blue flower onto his suit. He thanked her quietly, keeping an eye on the time- he liked to be somewhat on time, but he knew his daughter often had her own schedule.

Austin heard Ines before he saw her. She let out small giggles as she raced down the stairs in her dress, a faded yellow satin dress that she was sure to spill something on before the night was out. Being freshly two, she was getting quicker- not quick enough for her dad though.

"Gotcha!" He picked her up before she could take her last step off the stairs, spinning her once and then bringing her up into his arms. "You-" He dragged out the word, taking in her daughters dirty blonde curls- "Look so beautiful," He held her close to him before kissing her on the cheek. "Gotta stop getting so big," He whispered, kissing her once more.

"Momma is taking forever," Ines sighed dramatically, throwing herself backwards in Austin's arms. She had her father's flair for dramatics.

"Is she?" He raised an eyebrow at Ines, "Doesn't sound like your Mom, huh?" Austin chuckled. Austin put Ines down on the couch before kneeling in front of her. "Gotta put your shoes on yeah?" He held ballet flats that were suddenly getting too big in his eyes, watching his baby grow up brought him almost a sadness.

"This one first," Ines tapped her right foot.

"This one?" Austin grabbed the wrong foot on purpose, a smirk on his lips.

"No Daddy!" She laughed loudly, "This one!" She stuck her foot up at Austin who just dodged his daughter's small kick. Austin muttered a small 'okay' with a smile, putting her shoes on her feet for her.

"Daddy getting you ready, Nezzie?" You leant against the bannister of the stairs, watching your fiancee with your daughter. He was so loving and gentle, born to be a father.

It always felt like slow motion when Austin looked at you, as if it were the first time he had ever met your eyes. "Wow," He slowly stood up, drinking in your appearance. "You look.."

"Amazing?" You smirked, your arms crossed as you walked over to Austin, "Beautiful? Radiant?"

"Oh definitely," He nodded, his hands rubbing up and down both of your arms, "More than," His head shook slightly in disbelief.

"Come here Nezzie," You smiled picking Ines up from her spot on the couch, "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready," Austin joked, "Make me late to my own premiere,"

"Was it worth it?" You leant towards him, your eyes looking down at his lips, taking in his cupid's bow whilst there.

Austin leant in closer, his lips ghosting over yours, "Definitely"

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You and Ines let Austin take the lead once you were on the carpet. You enjoyed standing back with his publicist and see him in his element, the cameras just loved him and everyone could see why.

You watched as his eyes danced around the carpet, searching for something. They landed on you, holding a wining Ines. He smiled, gesturing for you two to come over for some pictures. "Nezzie," You smiled, looking down at her. She was very overwhelmed, she had never been to an event this big before- all she wanted was her daddy. "Look, who's over there?"

Ines followed her Mom's pointer finger to find her daddy offering her a small wave, her grumpy face disappeared and was replaced with a sweet smile. You put Ines down on the carpet and let her run over to Austin.

He brought Ines into a warm embrace before kissing her hair and standing back up. The media was going nuts for a glimpse of Austin and his daughter, a rare occurrence- but this was his night and he was going to celebrate it with his family.

He looked back over at you and nodded for you to come over, wondering why you weren't already on his arm. Once you double checked with his publicist, who gave you a nod and a smile, you went over to your fiancee and posed for some photos with him and Ines.

Ines mainly hid her head in Austin's neck for most of the photos, but he managed to coax her out for some, pointing at the fancy lighting fixtures above her heads that resembled stars. You watched Austin with Ines, a smile on your face. He kissed her on the cheek, she laughed at him before poking his face.

"We'll head inside and wait for you okay?" You and Austin switched over Ines, as the interviews were coming up.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay out here?" Austin was always cautious, always wanted you close, "I won't be long,"

"Go," You smile, "This is your night, go be a star" Austin stared in adoration at you, never being able to comprehend him getting so lucky. How he knew he didn't deserve you.

"Be careful okay?" Austin held you by the arms again, his thumb softly rubbing your skin. The cameras were eating this up, Austin Butler- superstar and family man. "That goes for you Nez," Austin cupped his daughters cheeks, "You need to listen to what Mommy says and stay close, okay? It's very important you listen to Mommy,"

Ines nodded, leaning into her dad's touch, "Okay Daddy," She said softly, "Promise," She held up her pinky finger. Austin's anxious thoughts faded when he looked at Ines, his sweet baby.

"Good girl," He interlocked their fingers, kissing hers afterwards. "I love you both," Austin kissed you on the forehead, before peppering kisses over Ines' cheeks.

"Love you," You smiled, beginning to walk away towards the entrance.

"Bye Daddy!" Ines shouted to Austin, who was already posing for pictures again.

He broke out in a big smile as he looked over to her, "Bye Nezzie," He blew her a kiss.

As Austin watched you walk away with Ines in your arms, he reminded himself as he stood on the carpet that no matter the success all of his films brought him, that he would always be a father before a star.

#Austin butler #Austin Butler imagine #elvis 2022 #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #dad!austin #austin butler drabble #Austin Butler fluff #celeste writes fics #austin + ines

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drtyelvisfantasy · 6 months

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Queen of the jungle

Parings: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Elvis decided to hold a lil photo shot for you in the jungle room at Graceland🤭

Warnings: very small mention of sex but that’s it😁

Authors note: this fic about Elvis from the 70s. This is my first story that I had posted in a while to I hope you all enjoy it! Also I just want to say that Elvis is not married to Priscilla in this. I also took some inspiration from Priscilla’s book “Elvis and Me”.Other than that enjoy☺️🩷🎀

It was a nice peaceful night at Graceland in May of 1971. You and Elvis had been dating for about a year, he then made the big decision to ask you to move in with him and you couldn’t be more happy and said yes.

You both were currently relaxing in his bedroom watching tv when he came up with the idea that he wanted to take some photos of you. Sometimes Elvis would like to create a small little photo shoot , you would dress up as his favourite fantasies while he would take Polaroid photos of you and he loved it and sometimes it will lead to other nightly activities that you cannot disclose (🤭😏). You had got up from the bed to use the bathroom and when you came back Elvis stopped you in your tracks when he held up a small little white two piece outfit that he wanted you to put on.

“Darlin’ put this on I want take some photos of ya”

Elvis said in a demanding way.

You agreed to put the costume on and wondered your way back into the the shared bathroom. When you came back out with the full outfit on with hair and makeup done, Elvis was praising you all the way.

“My God, you are the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life satnin”

Elvis’s praises with his southern drawl were causing you to blush and smile ear to ear like a little kid who had just walked into a candy store. Instead of taking the photos in his bedroom like what you would usually do he decided to put a change to it. Elvis had picked up his camera and led you down all the way to the jungle room, your favourite spot in the house.

As you settled onto a plush sofa, your heart raced with anticipation. Elvis, with his magnetic charm and infectious smile, picked up his camera, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Alright, sweetheart”.

he said, his voice carrying a melodic Southern drawl.

“I want ya to lay down on down on the couch and rest your feet up into the air."

“Like this?”

You had said in a cute questioning voice.

“Yea just like that, pet your lil dog in front of ya while you pose.”

Elvis thought it would be a cute and funny to incorporate your two little Chow dog puppies that he had gifted you for your 21st birthday. Elvis had snapped a couple more photos of you before he had you reposition into a new pose.

“Sweetheart I want ya to lay down on the ground now”

Elvis was now getting you into your new pose.

You laid down on the grown getting into your new pose, the story rug that was full of animal prints that had came from an exotic animal felt like warm and soft against your skin. You looked up at the camera smiling and feeling happy that share this moment with your favourite person in the whole entire world.

"Now, darlin', imagine you're the queen of this jungle”.

Elvis began, his voice laced with genuine admiration.

"You radiate beauty and grace, just like these gorgeous creatures by your side. I want you to feel their warmth and unconditional love, let it seep into your very being."

You nodded, listening attentively to his instructions. Elvis had a way with words that made you feel like the most important person in the world. His guidance was like a gentle breeze, encouraging you to embrace your confidence and inner radiance.

You were now getting into your next pose.

"First, tilt ya head slightly to the side".

Elvis continued, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"That's right, darlin', just like that now let ya eyes shine. Imagine they're the stars in the night sky, reflecting the magic of this moment. You're a beacon of light amidst the lush greenery."

As you followed his guidance, a sense of empowerment enveloped you. Elvis's words were like poetry, painting vivid images in your mind. His genuine interest in capturing your essence left you feeling cherished and beautiful.

"Darlin', let's try something a little different".

Elvis suggested, his voice filled with excitement.

"Why don't you sit on the floor, surrounded by those precious puppies? Let their love encompass you, as if you're the heart of this jungle."

You excitedly got down on floor sitting down with your puppies, you love your dogs so much and you were happy that you were able to share this precious and fun moment with them.

As the little photo shot progressed you began to feel very tired to the point your jaw was about to fall off from yawing so much.

“Elvis I’m startin’ to get tired now”.

Elvis saw the tiredness in your eyes and started to feel bad for keeping you up late.

“Aww I’m sorry darlin’, lemme carry you back upstairs”.

Elvis had said in a caring and kind way. Elvis had picked you up with his big arms and your eyes started to close within a couple of minutes. When you had gotten back up to Elvis’s bedroom, he gently laid you down in his bed that the two of you shared. He was able to change you back into your pink satin nighties that you slept in and tucked you into bed.

As you slept Elvis was looking with such love in his eyes. He never knew he could love someone as much as you. Eventually Elvis had settled into bed turning off his lamp on his night side table, as he was starting to fall asleep he felt you snuggle into his warm embrace. With such love the two of you fell asleep in each others arms. Elvis had knew that you were the women of his dreams and that he had wanted to marry you.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fluff #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley #austin butler fluff #elvis presley x you #elvis x reader #70s elvis

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moonchild-in-blue · 6 days

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Gushing about animol crossing lil guys (gn) token. Expires never.

Hello Will I kinda really love you for this, you sweet sweet blue boy you 🥺💙

Say hello to the Hope World family 🌈

Deets and Pics bellow (very long):

Coco and Lily

My two favourites! Will get along with literally everyone 🥹

Coco is forever my number one spookie cookie bunny, but Lily is a close second - the sweetest froggy you'll ever meet!!! They are both incredibly sweet, and in my island lore they are besties 🥺🐰🐸

Their houses are next to one other, and often share books, baking tips, and whatever knitting project their working on! They hang out with Zucker a lot 🐙

Elvis

My cranky old man 🥹 Out of all of them, he's the least popular in the fandom 😔

Has been with me the longest - was my very first campsite villager, and has since settled well! He may be old, but likes to learn new slang from the youngins. Has the coolest study/library ever.

Zucker

It him!! My precious takoyaki baby boy!!!

He always has a silly outfit on - the pineapple hat was a MUST. Loves to snack, play games, and hang by the beach. A silly cutie patootie 🥹🐙

Marshall

Look at him!!! He so small and sassy 🥺

Marshall is the fashionista / coffee snob of our island. Literally lives off caffeine and compliments. Likes to visit Elvis and be Fancy™ for a little bit hehe. Great friends with Francine. Smol and Angy hehehe 🐿️

Bob and Chrissy

MARRIED. They are MARRIED and IN LOVE - 3 year anniversary coming up soon!!! 💜🩷

Bob is the coolest (and only) cat in the whole island. Chrissy was totally smitten with him hehe. He's also a silly boy who is a bit of a gamer - has a super cool set up. A literal textbook himbo 🤭

Chrissy is Francine's twin. They were popstars in their youth (listen to K. K. Bubblegum), and currently she's the only one still in the entertainment businesses. Always dresses fancy - pink and glittery and so so cute 💖. Sings all the time, also the most extroverted of the bunch.

Francine and Fuchsia

The Cool Girlfriends™ - kinda intimidating at first, but very friendly 💙💖

Francine is Chrissie's twin. Unlike her super chirpy sister, Francine is a bit more elegant and reserved. She now works as a designer - the spotlight was made for her Chrissy, not her. Best friend's with Marshall - The Fashion Duo ever (WILL judge your fashion choices) 💅 ✨

Fuchsia is our resident punk barbie deer. Dresses mostly in black and band merch - we talk a lot about bands and stuff. Very sensible and kind, always there for you if you need to vent. A true punk princess, Avril Lavigne wishes she was her 🖤

Genji

Our newest resident! Moved in last week after Pietro left. He's still getting to know everyone, but so far is getting along super well with Bob - he and Zucker often have game nights and Genji loves it (Elvis is too old to stay up so late, and Marshall prefers to go drink with the girlies).

Genji is a total gym rat but not obnoxious at all - he's just super active. He and Fuchsia will work out together sometimes 🏋️

-> Old family photo from when Pietro (clown sheep) was still in Hope World - taken during my birthday sleepover. You can see Fuchsia in her Sleep Token shirt 🥹

Bonus family photo but Silly™

If you read this far, have a little snack -> cherry pie, a Hope World specialty! 🍒🥧

#animal crossing rant over #i have so much Lore and Stories with them hehehe #Francine dated K K Slider for a while there but it was soon over. he's too much of a diva #also he and Label have a super toxic on and off relationship and she did NOT want to get in between that #i actually started to write a acnh fanfic but never posted it. maybe it's time i finish it #also Lily and Marshall are super good friends. and Coco and Elvis too #so sometimes the four of them hang out. Coco and Elvis will gab on about books while Lily and Marshall like to chat about whatever #she once made him a knitted scarf and beanie set and it's his favourite ever 🥺#(i realise i give them a lot of stories and stuff but. it makes the game much more interesting to me)#thank you for the token hehehe. smooching your forehead muwah muwah muwah #darya answers #animal crossing #acnh

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robinismywife · 2 years

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[ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ]

PAIRING: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/n Presley does an episode of Life in Looks for Vogue, and remembers her life with her husband Elvis.

WARNINGS: none i think??? If I missed any plz inform me!

A/N: Hey babes! I felt kinda sad writing this :(( Anyways you can either imagine Austin's version of Elvis or the real one, it's up to you!

WORD COUNT: 1k

(the gif is not mine!) (not proofread!)

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'Y/n Presley Life in Looks'

"Hi Vogue, I'm Y/n Presley and this is my life in looks" Y/n spoke to the camera enthusiastically.

With the release of the new film about her husband, Y/n was constantly in the spotilight, doing different interviews and the like. So, when Vogue asked her to be in one of their episodes of 'Life in Looks' she immidiately said yes, excited to relive her life through old pictures.

She opened the big black book in front of her. The first picture was from 1960. The Y/n in the picture was much younger and wearing a lovely emerald green dress.

"Oh wow, okay," Y/n chuckled dryly, realizing how much older she was. In the picture her hair was vibrant and shiny, styled in a perfect 60's hairdo. Now, in her early 70's, her hair was white all over, since she had given up on dying it, but still beautifully curled.

"Well, this was on my 20th birthday. I had this big party in my house and I'd invited everyone I'd ever spoken to really-" The camera man and the rest of the crew laughed at that "My father worked at RCA at the time, so we definetly had the money for this luxurious party, but the most exciting part was that I had invited Elvis- I had met him a couple of days prior in the recording studio after he came back from Germany and I was absolutely smitten-"

"Did he show up?" A woman spoke expectantly behind the camera

"Yes, he actually did" Y/n smiled down at the picture "It was the first time we ever spent quality time together- My invitation started it all really"

Y/n flipped the page, raising her eyebrows in surprise at the picture before her. It was her and Elvis standing on a red carpet, blinded by the lights. Elvis had his arm wrapped around her waist as they posed. "Oh goodness, this was probably the best day ever for 20-year-old me"

"Why is that?"

"Well, this was the time me and Elvis debuted as a couple at the G.I. blues premiere. It was very exciting but also frightening because suddenly my face was everywhere- I mean, the public knew my father since he worked for such a big record label, so people knew my family, but this was different. Anyways, me and Elvis always planned our outfits very carefully and tried to wear matching clothes- See here, we're both wearing black because it was our favourite color"

She flipped the page once again to reveal another picture. This one made her frown sadly but also smile at the happiness on her's and Elvis's faces.

"This was our wedding day," Y/n swallowed, soaking up the picture as all the memories from that day resurfaced "Now, this wedding dress has a whole story behind it- um- I had to go undercover to get it, actually"

"Undercover?" The woman asked, curiosity evident in her voice

"Yes, we had kept the wedding a secret from the public, since we wanted the wedding to be with just our friends and family without paparazzi. So I had to get a dress without people recognizing me. That's why, me and Larry Geller, Elvis's hair stylist, went shopping together for the dress. I wore these huge sunglasses and a head scarf and tried on the wedding dresses without taking them off- It was lots of fun, I kept calling Larry sweetie and honey so the people around us thought we were a couple"

Next picture, "Well, this was me and Elvis next to Frank Sinatra's plane- We were travelling to Hawaii for our honeymoon, but even though it was just the two of us on that plane, we were all dressed up- It was something me and Elvis loved to do, putting on very dressy clothes just to do normal, day to day things. But, I think that's what made us so distinctive really"

Y/n was now looking at a picture of her, Elvis, and their daughter in her arms "Oh, this was after I gave birth to Lisa Marie- I think we were both still in shock by the fact that we had a child- We always wanted a family together so when it finally happened it felt like a blessing, truly- It was a blissful time for us"

"Ahh, this was after Elvis made his Las Vegas debut at the international hotel in 1969- Me and him are backstage immidiately after the show and there was an amazing photographer taking all these pictures. It had to be one of the most amazing days with him, because he was so happy and proud of himself- After that show, I remember he told me, he said: Y/n I feel alive again, and I agreed for sure- Yeah those were the days- We were the happiest then, you know, he was finally doing what he loved most and I was very much content watching him"

"You were working as well at the time, right?"

"Yeah, I worked for RCA after my father's passing- Actually, something most people don't know about me is that I helped produce most of Elvis's records from '69 onwards"

"That's incredible"

"Thank you, but really it never felt like work, because the people in the studio, the Memphis Mafia as they called it, and Elvis himself were people I loved dearly, so it was always a whole lot of fun working in that studio- I miss those days, Elvis was a great man, one of a kind"

Y/n blinked quickly not wanting to cry in the middle of a Vogue video. However, she felt slightly overwhelmed now looking back at her life. She had done many many things. She had lived her life fully. Y/n had laughed, cried, loved. But she had also been loved by Elvis, and that love she cherished and kept safe in her heart. Sometimes looking back at old pictures made her feel like she was a different person, like she had never lived that luxurious life. Even so, when she met Elvis's eyes in those pictures she felt 20 again, careless and head over heels in love.

#baz luhrmann elvis #austin butler #elvis 2022 #elvis film #elvis movie #elvis presley #baz lurhman #elvis the king #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #elvis the pelvis #elvis music #elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley x reader #elvis and priscilla #priscilla presley #elvis presley imagine #vogue magazine

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redvelvet103 · 8 months

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Draco Malfoy Headcanons

(Because it's time for the revival of my Harry Potter phase)

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Hey so,, Hi. This blog has been sat postless for too long so to hell with waiting to think of aesthetic things to post. Have some Draco headcanons because I've been having crazy brainrot recently. Hope you enjoy~

(this is assuming he isn't an absolute prick like he was intended to be in the books.)

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- Dimples. He has the cutest damn dimples anyone has ever seen. People don't often see them because he doesn't smile quite bright enough, but they're there and it's vv cute.

- Silver jewelry. Mostly rings. There's a couple that he never takes off but then he has afew that he switches out depending on what he's wearing.

- Speaking of clothes,, bro has a stupidly good sense of fashion. If you want an honest opinion on an outfit, go to this man. As for himself, he takes forever in the morning to choose the perfect outfit, and he always looks good.

- Has a thing for glasses, inexplicably so. He just finds them generally adorable. For some reason though, he does find thick-rimmed glasses much cuter.

^^ To follow up on that, he also does random things for his partner if they have glasses like pushing them up or randomly taking the glasses and cleaning them.

- With his partner, his arm always manages to find its way around their waist. He finds it very comforting to keep them so close, plus it's a sort of instinct. It's very cute if he's just with his partner in the library looking for books and his arm snakes its way around them.

- If, miraculously, he knows any Muggle music, it's definitely stuff from the 60s and 70s. Probably jazz in particular. He just gives those vibes.

^^ Favourites are probably Frank Sinatra and maybe Elvis??

- Building upon him knowing about Muggle stuff, I feel like he'd really enjoy slushies?? Maybe it's in a streak of rebellion against his father's perfect vision for Draco, but he loves a slushie. His favourite is probably blue raspberry, though he hates that it makes his tongue bright blue.

- Since Narcissa is probably quite busy alot (rich people things idk-), so when he was younger Draco learnt how to style hair. He does his mother's hair pretty often and he's actually very good at doing it. His speciality is probably braids; quite easy to learn at a young age and you can do lots with them.

^^ Because of this, if you have long hair and you're a close friend of his, you best believe he'll style your hair for you if you ask. He even carries around a couple of hair bands in case.

If his partner has long hair, he loves to just play with it and run his hands through their hair to relax. He also randomly does little braids in their hair, and finds it quite theraputic.

- Poor thing probably has some kind of anxiety. I think it gets worsened by the pressure his dad most definitely puts on him. Draco always seems abit fidgety when it gets close to the Christmas and Summer holidays because he has to go back to such high expectations n such. (Poor boy :((( )

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And that is all! Probably could think of loads more but I need time for my brain juices to start working more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! :))

Edit: forgot to tag @sugarschnaps since they came up with some of these headcanons, so... Ty bestie love u mwah

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #hp fandom #hp #hp headcanon #draco headcanons #slytherin #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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vintagepresley · 6 months

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The more i watch ‘Live a little, Love a little’ the more i love it. Seriously think it’s my favourite Elvis movie rn. That and I’m incredibly jealous of Michele Careys outfits in it, like i need them.

This movie was one of my favorites. 😂 I love the chaos and his comedic timing in this movie. THIS SCENE THO WHEW… Her outfits were so cute!

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elvishoneyy · 2 years

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My Little Angel - Elvis Presley 🤍

elvis x reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, fluff, daddy kink briefly mentioned, Elvis is obsessed with you in your new outfit.

I’m still not the best at writing but I hope you all enjoy! 🤍

E! You cry out trying to get his attention. “Do you want to come see what I bought?” You had just gone shopping and bought the sweetest little white baby doll dress, and matching white thigh-high socks with bows at the top, also of course Elvis’ favourite white lace panties of yours underneath your extremely short dress that left little to the imagination. Something about you dressed in white was a major turn on for Elvis so you knew Elvis was going to love the set you picked up. “Comin’ baby” Elvis yelled back to you as he rushed down into your shared bedroom.

You were bending over the vanity fixing your hair when he walked in “wow” he stood staring at you, rubbing his chin with his fingers. “Do you like it?” you replied with a smirk plastered over your face, already knowing the answer. “Do I like it? Huh” he chucked “I more than like it”. He pulled you close to him by your waist and trailed his fingers over the bottom of your baby doll dress, lifting it slightly and giving your ass a slight squeeze and slap. You couldn’t help but to let out a small gasp spill from your lips, sending Elvis’ famous smirk to spread over his face.

He backed up and sat on the edge of the bed, then reached out for your hand, pulling you sideways onto his lap. He began to rub his hands up and down your thighs sensually, getting awfully close to the place that was growing wetter by the second. While still stroking your legs he grabbed your face gently, turning your attention from your lap to him “you’re so beautiful you know that, baby?” Elvis then began placing soft kisses on your lips, cheeks, then made his way down your neck towards your chest, causing you to throw your head back with a sigh. He pulled away briefly, his eyes trailed over you in awe, but there was no denying the fact that those ocean blue eyes were quickly filling with pure lust “you’re my little Angel aren’t you honey” he spoke softly. “mhm just for you” you whispered whilst playing with his hair. He quickly retreated to kissing you all over, before bringing his eyes to you “let me make love to you huh?”. You nodded perhaps overly excitedly as Elvis let out a small chuckle.

“Get up on the bed baby”, you did as he said and crawled up to the top of the bed and spread your legs. Elvis stood at the foot of the bed gawking at you as he slowly began taking off his shirt, and then unbuckling his belt before finally taking off his pants. You watched him while biting your lip at the scene unfolding in front of you omg I will never get over how hot this man is

He then crawled onto the bed making his way in between your legs. Your lips quickly met his as he kissed you passionately. He moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, then neck, kissing, kissing and kissing you repeatedly. He nonchalantly pulled down the straps of your baby doll dress revealing your boobs whilst never pulling his lips away from you. Kisses then followed to your chest where he lightly sucked on your left nipple, then your right causing you to let out a moan. He sat up for a brief moment, trailing his hands down your waist to the bottom of your stomach “you gonna let out more of those pretty noises for me hm? Tell me what you want Angel” the way he spoke, the look in his lust filled eyes and his little smirk had you melting under him. “I want you” you mustered out, unable to say exactly how you wanted him even though he hadn’t even touched you where you needed him the most yet. “You want my mouth on you baby?” He asked as he started kissing down your stomach to the top of your panties, before pulling them off of you, leaving you only in your thigh high socks. God did this sight turn Elvis on. “Yes please” you stuttered back to him.

He kissed up along your thighs before pressing a gentle kiss on your clit whilst holding eye contact with you. Just the slightest touch had you spiralling, you needed him more than ever. He started flicking his tongue against your clit before sucking as hard as he could. “Omg e!” You cried out as you couldn’t help your head flying back, and your back arching against him. He was going at you like a man starved. You gripped onto his hair to stabilize yourself as he held your thighs stopping them from closing in. “Fuck Elvis mmmm” your moans filled the room, although you made no attempt to hide them considering the fact that Elvis loved to hear you coming undone because of his touch. You quickly realised that you weren’t going to last long like this, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming. Before you knew it you were bucking your hips towards him as the tight coil in your belly came undone “oh my god” you screamed out while he continued his assault on your clit. He pulled away from you with a pleased smile on his face. That cheeky smirk seemed to be working overtime today. “‘was good baby huh?” he said whilst moving some of your hair out of your face. All you could do was simply nod as you were so fucked out with pleasure from some of the best head you’ve received in your life.

You felt like you were too sensitive to take him again right away so you sat up and began to tug on his boxers “let me make you feel good now e”. He switched places with you so now you were between his legs, slowly you pulled down his boxers that seemed to already have pre cum stains, to reveal his ever so hard cock that looked like it was on the brink of exploding. You licked from the base up to the tip whilst holding eye contact with Elvis, peppering kisses over the tip a few times before beginning to suck away. “Fuck” he murmurs out from the sight of you sucking at his throbbing member, with your ass raised in the air. That fact that you were doing such unholy things whilst still wearing those oh so innocent thigh-high bow socks had Elvis realing underneath you. He moves his hands to your head moving your hair out of your face holding it into a makeshift ponytail. “fuck baby girl, daddy isn’t going to last much longer like this” he breathily moans out to you. “you wanna fuck me now?” You mumble over his cock holding eye contact, your eyes innocently flickering at him.

“Get on your back” he ordered as you pulled his cock out of your mouth with a pop. You were dripping wet for him now, you could not wait one more minute for him to fuck you. He spread your legs wide open before rubbing his tip along your folds, teasing. “Please Elvis, I need you now”, “yeah you need me honey? are you gonna take me like a good girl”, “yes e, yes, please” you were practically begging at this point, god could Elvis turn you on, to the point where you could almost forget your own name. He listened to your pleas and began to enter you, the pair of you letting out a moan. He gradually began thrusting into you hitting your g stop with each thrust, “oh gosh Elvis mmm” the pleasure again he was giving you was immense. He leaned down so his head was in the crook of your neck whilst still thrusting in and out “you feel so good my little Angel, tell me how I make you feel” he whispered into your ear “s-so good daddy” you managed to stutter back at him. He leans back up holding your hips up higher to gain a new angle, one that hit your g spot even harder “ah fuck e” you cried out holding on to his arm that moved above your head, whilst the other held your hip. He was fucking you silly at this point and that climax was quickly approaching you again. “I’m gonna cum e” you cried out to him. “Cum for me baby” his thrusts were also beginning to become sloppier so you knew he wasn’t far behind. The coil in your stomach snapped at an instant, making you see stars “Holy shit mmmm”. “Ha fuck” he then came inside you, filling you with his warm cum.

Elvis collapsed onto you, the both of you struggling to catch your breaths, before he slipped out of you leaving you feeling empty. “My god baby, you drive me crazy you know that?” He spoke lovingly to you before kissing you.”Let me get a towel wait there” he quickly hurried into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but giggle at him running frantically butt ass naked, you whistled at him just to tease him a tad “hey” he yelled back with a silly look planted on his face. He came back with a damp towel and cleaned you up, before leaving one more good luck kiss on your extremely sensitive clit. “I love you Elvis” you said to him and the two of you cuddled up next to one another, “I love you too my baby girl. Oh and uh can you please wear these again with that little dress” he said whilst playing with the bows on your socks. “Of course my love” you giggled back to him.

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danowh0re · 2 years

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SEE-THROUGH FLORAL BLUE SHIRT — AUSTIN BUTLER as ELVIS

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elvispresley1935 · 5 months

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Slowly but surely…

Part II:

Summary: You had met Elvis properly for the first time since you came on the road with him and your best friend, Jerry. He’s all fixed and getting to know you more…

Sorry for the slow burn… <3

The next morning:

The sun light creeps through ur curtains, waking you. You woke up from the very little sleep you had last night. You couldn’t really settle with the evening you had, it was surreal. Despite you being on the road with Jerry and his boss for a while now. Last night was the first time either of you had seriously acknowledged one another, it was nice, he was nice.

Your little bubble was popped remembering when he had casually invited you to his midnight show tonight, let’s not forget about the getting to know you chat he dropped into the mix, not so subtly. All of a sudden you were thrown on this roller coaster full of emotions, you went from anxiety to nervous to excitement and much more, filling you to the rim with adrenaline, so much so you started to shake causing you to jump out of bed and get your head together.

You decided to get yourself together for the day, getting freshened up and dressed, you decided to go with a simple, cosy look today. A simple plain little jumper with a pair of jeans. Your hair and makeup done to just how you like it and just like that, off you went about your day.

You went to meet up with Jerry to catch him up about last night and everything that had happened since you and him had parted ways in Elvis’ suite.

Meanwhile Elvis’ POV:

He couldn’t get you out of his head for the rest of the night, he hosted the party til the very end but his head was anywhere but where it should be.

He too, didn’t get much sleep last night either. All he could think of was you, your bouncy blonde hair, your short red dress, your gorgeous blue eyes.

He had to snap himself back to reality, realising how his thoughts are ‘ridiculous’, that he doesn’t even know if you’re single or even what your favourite colour is for god sake. But he really wanted to get to know you, he needed you…

Back to y/n POV:

Your catch up with Jerry went well, you knew he wouldn’t over react, but most importantly, he listened to you. All your previous thoughts and worries had melted away. The conversation ended with Jerry saying, “y/n, calm down. Just go to the concert, you deserve to let your hair down and have some fun. And as for boss man, I’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one’s looking. Look… All I’m saying is, see how it goes?” With that you took a long deep breath you never realised you were holding and nodded slowly. “Okay then Cupid, decision made. Best go and run a few errands for todays to-do list and then find an outfit for tonight.” With that you winked at Jerry as you walked away from him. You and Jerry always turn to one another when anything comes up. You trust him with your life and vice versa, after all he knows you all too well!

After finishing your to-do list for the day you arrived back at your suite and unpacked everything you had bought. Whilst unpacking you glanced at the clock on the wall that stated that it was twenty to eight. Nodding to yourself pleased, you had plenty of time and more to eat and to get yourself ready and downstairs for Elvis’ concert later.

With the advice Jerry gave you this morning and the sudden wave of boldness you apparently have, you decided to pick a short black sequin dress with long sleeves, the shoulders on the dress was slightly frilly. You decided to pair that with a nice pair of black heels and a little baby pink purse. As for your makeup, it all came off when you were in the shower anyway so you redone it, except this time you added a nice wing with your eyeliner and wasn’t shy with the mascara either. Not too much but it wasn’t your usual look neither.

With that, you were done. You headed to the living area of the suite and stood in front of the mirror there, making sure you looked okay. You stood there with your mouth slightly hanging open, you liked the results, the outfit and the makeup complimented each other. But you couldn’t believe how much you were out of your comfort zone. You could get used to this ‘new look’.

Heading for your bag on the couch, you then made a B-line to the door and started to head downstairs to the lobby of the hotel. It was booming, once the door to the lift opened, it deafened you, all the chatter and background noise, don’t even start on the heat, my god. It was amazing to see everyone all here to see the man of the hour. You stared to loose count how many times people have walked, or even barged into you whilst you were making your way through the hustle and bustle, you didn’t mind too much though as you were determined to find some sign that’ll direct you in the right way, all of a sudden you felt someone grab your arm which startled you and made you turn around in shock. There was Jerry with a smirk on his face, “wow y/n, you look stunning… uh, let’s get you to were you should be huh?” Linking arms, Jerry took you through the crowd and up to some door guarded by a security guard, which greeted jerry by nodding his head to him and he let us through. Breaking the silence between the two of you, “you know, you shouldn’t jump up on me like that, you’ve seen how bad I react to surprises.” Causing a giggle out of both yourself and Jerry. Knowing how full well that it’s too true! “Yes that’s a very good point, noted!”

When at your seat, Jerry asked, his lips near your ear, “what would you like to drink? It’s on me!” “Are you sure?” You asked, he replied giving you that stern look of his implying yes. “Ahh go on then, double vodka and coke please Jer, thank you!” There you are in your booth, alone. You couldn’t get over the view, you were more than excited. You weren’t right next to the stage but you were close enough that you could see just fine. “Here’s your drink y/n, I’ve gotta go backstage and help out but I’ll see you later to bring you upstairs!” “Okay no worries Jer, see you later!”

The lights dimmed and the music roared throughout the showroom, as the curtain slowly raised, there he was. Elvis stood there in the middle of the stage, he had this white jumpsuit on, it looked like it had little metal rings down the side of his jumpsuit, he had a matching belt too. His jumpsuit was open half way so you could see most of his chest and a guitar thrown over his shoulder. He looked incredible. The girls all around went wild, all getting up from the seats and coming down to the front of the stage. He opened the concert with ‘that’s alright mama’ strumming away at the guitar, you could tell he was nervous how he kept shaking his leg. Whilst all the girls were at the front desperate to grab his attention, you stayed seated in your booth. You couldn’t help but blush every time he looked over at you and winked following that cheeky smile. (You were surprised he could even find you in the crowd). It definitely didn’t help the pooling that was happening down south.

The concert was going well, Elvis was singing his classic songs and some of his new ones all the while, cracking jokes with the audience and joking his band. But before you knew it, he was singing ‘can’t help falling in love’ and Jerry was behind you, “you ready?” He said. You nodded your head, giving Elvis one more smile since he was looking your way. Jerry had managed to get up to Elvis’ suite, you two were the first ones there and you made your self comfortable on the nearest couch, resting your poor sore feet. “These bloody heels, bad choice!” You giggle nervously. “I’m not surprised, I don’t know how you haven’t fell in those yet, we all know how clumsy you are.” He gave you another drink whilst saying this and you swatted his arm playfully after his little comment.

The door to Elvis’ suite swung open, everyone was here. They all walked in all the while joking about something, in the mix of them all there was Elvis. All sweaty, his hair so damp with sweat it stuck to his forehead, a towel draped over his neck and with a smile on his face. You couldn’t take your eyes of him, he was stunning. You knew you were starting to feel something for him, that was evident from before…

It took a while for him to spot you but as soon as he did he broke the conversation he was having and made his way over to you on the couch. “Glad you made it honey” he said as he sat down next to you and greeted you with a hug. “Thanks for having me and inviting me up here. The concert, it was amazing, you were amazing!!”

“Thank you, glad you enjoyed. You look stunnin’ y/n.” He placed his hand over yours which was resting on your knee, all the while never breaking eye contact with you. You couldn’t quite get over the fact that THE Elvis Presley was looking at you the way he was, never mind talking to you. Bringing yourself back to reality you thanked him for his compliment all the while your cheeks were burning up and your feelings were too obvious for your liking.

With that famous lopsided grin of his, he stood up from the couch and offered you his hand to stand with him. “Let’s get you another drink huh? Seems as though you’ve ran out?” He said motioning to your empty glass on the side table. After taking his hand to stand, he guided you to the table with all the drinks on, his hand never leaving the small of your back, guiding you. “What would you like?” He asked

“You got a vodka and coke?”

“Yes we sure do”

“Great” you said with a smirk, “make that a double then please, if it’s not too much trouble?”

Handing you your drink, “nothings ever too much trouble” he stated. You realised that you had been staring at his glistening chest a little too long now and he knew it. You quickly looked elsewhere as if that will help you…

“So, you obviously know everything about me, considering your ‘one of my biggest fans’” he said jokingly quoting what you had said on your first meeting with him. You smiled bashfully and that terrible blush came crawling across your cheeks again, you couldn’t hold eye contact with him after that, the sheer embarrassment made you cringe from the inside out.

“Hey now, I was jus’ jokin’ with ya. All jokes aside, I would love to get to know you more.” He put his index finger under your chin and lifted your head up so you were looking at one another. “Honest” he said almost a whisper. His eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back up.

“Well, I have two sisters, small age gap between the three of us. I’m from a small city in England but moved over to the States when I was young and that’s when I met Jerry. Haven’t been able to shake him off since…” this caused you and Elvis to giggle. “Sorry, I didn’t know how deep you wanted me to go.”

“Now don’t you go apologisin’, there’s no need. I’d would love to go to England one day.” He was happy he was getting to know you but there was this saddened look in his eyes, “with all the tourin’ and work I can’t do much, I’d love to tour the whole of Europe one day.” You could see how he seemed disappointed therefore without even realising. You grabbed his hand and rubbed small circles over the back of his hand with your thumb saying “one day, I’ll take you to England and we can see the whole of Europe together, it’ll be a right laugh!”

You never realised what you had done or how close you two had seemed to have gotten to one another since you started talking. Not until he looked down at your hands, entangled together then back up at you. ‘Shit, what’ve I done that for, well done y/n you thought to yourself.’ You jumped back and removed your hand from his, an apologetic look on your face. No words needed to show how sorry you were. In all honesty, you were all about ready for him to walk away and not bother with you again, not until his lips met yours in a slow, passionate and tender kiss. Your eyes widened with shock, it took you a minute to realise what happened. ‘Oh my god’ was all you could think, eventually you went and kissed him back. You knew that he knew how to kiss, I mean it’s Elvis Presley. But his kisses were incredible. At one point he decided to ever so slightly bite your lip causing you to moan and open your mouth letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of you, one of his hands were on the small of your back pressing you against him and the other was cupping your cheek, the two of you had forgotten that you were in the middle of a room with about a couple dozen people in.

Breaking the kiss, he looked up at you, lust and affection in his eyes, he offered you his hand and you took it. You had a rough idea where this was going to end, you weren’t as innocent as you like to let on.

Pulling you along behind him, it’s like he couldn’t wait to get where he was going quick enough. He reached this room and let you in first, never letting go of your hand. He pushed the door shut with his foot and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck leaving open mouthed kisses along your skin, “jump” he murmured. So you did, he caught you on the way down, his hands now cupping your arse and your legs wrapped around his waist, never breaking the kisses along your neck. He made his way over to his bed and he lowered you gently placed you on it, shimmying down the bed he followed you and climbed on top of you, his weight pinning you to the mattress. His hand snaked underneath you and pulled down the zip of your dress, before you knew it the dress was in a heap somewhere on the floor, leaving you in just your underwear. You couldn’t believe this was happening, he looked down at you hungrily, admiring everything about you.

He started to shower you with kisses again, starting from your shoulders and all the way down. Your back arched wanting more of him, for him to leave his mark on you, his left hand was splayed on the sheets beside your head and his right hand worked it’s way down to your pussy. Pushing the fabric to the side as he made contact with your clit, the friction caused you to cover your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans. Reaching for your wrist he removed your hand, “don’t hide it… I wanna hear you moan” he demanded with his eyes still dark with lust for you.

He was getting you ready for him. His thumb on your clit, his fingers sliding easily in and out of you. You only found it fair for you to grab hold of the zip on his jumpsuit he still had one from the show and tug it down his shoulders and his body, leaving him in well, nothing.

The two of you were laying on his bed, your head resting on his chest, his arm around you holding you close. Both of your legs tangled together with only a thin sheet to cover the pair of you. You were happy, you couldn’t believe that he has taken a liking to you, the thought of this becoming a reality was nothing but a dream a couple of days ago, but you’d love nothing more now… but you couldn’t help but think that this could be a one time thing. After all, he is Elvis Presley and he has hundreds of woman throwing themselves at his feet everyday. You didn’t like to be the one to ruin the moment, especially the intimate ones. But these doubts where eating away at you and you needed to know.

“Elvis?”

“Mhmm” he replied.

“I loved tonight, like really loved it and I would love for it to happen again…”

“So would I, I think I really like you y/n” he agreed cutting you off mid-sentence.

“… but I don’t want to be a one time thing, or something on the side even?”

This caused him to sit up bringing you up with him, his index finger and thumb grabbing your chin so you were looking at him.

“I would never do that to you darlin’, I promise. If we were to get serious… you would be my world, my everything ya hear? In fact, how’d you feel ‘bout a date at some point mhmm?”

You were smiling from ear to ear after hearing what he had just said. “Yes I would love that, would love it a lot!” He sealed the deal with a kiss.

“But tonight you stay with me, here in this bed. What you say?”

Shaking your head enthusiastically, you both laid back down and his arm snaked around you holding you close. You couldn’t help but feel excited, thinking about your possible future with him in it. Your mind and heart was going a mile an hour.

It’s safe to say it’s the happiest you’ve been in a long while and you can’t wait to see what the next few days have in store for you…

Part III coming soon, hope this was okay for you and you enjoyed!!💗

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lala1267 · 1 year

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Just a background singer, right?

You were a shy, mixed-race girl who was just a background singer, but you met a man.

I was just a shy background singer, but I was blessed with beauty. I had long curly hair, dark-tanned skin, bright green eyes ,a tall slim figure, and big plump lips. I was gorgeous. My name was Paris. I was stunning but I was so quiet. I hated interacting with others, I had social anxiety. When I was singing for Elvis, my hand would tremble, and my heart would pound against my ribcage. I hated walking onto that stage. I would feel the crowds' eyes on me and the other singers. I only did it for the money. Singing was the only thing that I was good at, so why not make money from it. I never talked to the other singers. They didn't like me, I had no idea why. I was different from them, I was quiet. They were loud. I was tall. They were short. I was half black. They were black. I was nothing like them mentally or physically. I would be the odd one out. When we walked on stage, I was always walking behind. When we sang, I was always at the back. We were all people of colour, so we all went through racism. That was the only thing that was the same between me and them.

It was the night of Elvis's show. I was in my dressing room, putting on my outfit. It was white flare jeans and a yellow flowy crop top. I also received my accessories. I had left my long curly hair down for once and placed the yellow headband on my head along with some white-diamond bracelets. All of the background quior singers had assigned outfits. We all wore the same colour but our clothing would be different. I walked out of the dressing room and into the backstage waiting area. I sat a few seats away from the rest of the singers as I patiently waited for our call on stage. My leg was shaking, and my hands were trembling.

"Why is she always so nervous, she acts like a damn child." I heard one of the singers whisper. I had always received sly comments from them, I just ignored it but deep down I felt like crying. I heard the tanoy call us on stage. I walked over to the side of the stage as I let the others walk in front of me. I walked behind. I tried not to let my nerves get the best of me as I saw the crowd stare at us. I looked over to Elvis as I walked. His eyes were on me. He was deeply examining my body. This was unusual since no one ever looked at me. They always looked at the other singers.

I tried to ignore his cold gaze as I got to my microphone, which was behind everyone else's, how I liked it. I knew what was going to happen next. Elvis made his way over to us, and he began to introduce all of the girls to the crowd. It was me next. He walked up to me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the stage. This wasn't normal. Why is he doing this. He looked me up and down with a smile on his face.

"Now introducing my favourite, Paris!" He said as he spun me around.

"Isn't she beautiful!" He said into the microphone as he smiled. I felt my face turn a shade of pink. I smiled awkwardly as he let go of my hand to walk me back to my microphone. I looked at the other singers who were so obviously jealous. They scoffed as I walked past them. The girl slightly in front of me turned around and whispered in my ear,

"Just cause ya half white doesn't mean Elvis is gonna marry your dumb ass." Her words echoed through my ears and into my head. I was always targeted by the girls, but it was getting out of hand. I was always trying to be pretty and presentable. I would cake my face in makeup just to go to the shops. She leaned forward again to speak into my ear,

"All the makeup in the world won't make ya any less ugly." She said before she smiled and returned to her microphone. I stood there as I held back my tears. My hands were trembling, my eyes were watery, and my breath was shaky. How could someone be so mean? I didn't know that Elvis was watching this whole scene play out. He was staring at the girl with fury in his eyes. When he moved his eyes toward me, his gaze softened. He just smiled before he carried on dancing and singing. Soon, the show was over, I was packing up while the rest of my group talked and gossiped. Elvis saw that I was singled out yet again. He walked over to my figure, which was bent over, picking equipment up. I felt his large hand tap my back. I stood up and turned to see who it was. I smiled when I realised that it was just Elvis. He grabbed my hand as he towered over me.

"Why are ya cleaning on your own?" He asked in a sweet voice. I hesitated to answer.

"Oh, uh, I just am." I quietly said. He turned to look over at the other girls who were talking between eachover. He looked back at me.

"I know what happens between you and them. You don't deserve that." He said as he tucked a stray curl behind my ear. I felt my cheeks heat up as I felt his touch.

"I wanna take ya out to dinner. I will treat ya way better than those bitches do." Elvis said as he pointed towards the girls. I just giggled before replying.

"I would love to Elvis." I said as my face lit up with a large grin.

"I will pick ya up at six. Is that good with you?"

"Definitely." I said with pure excitement in my voice. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

"I'll see ya then, honey." He said in a flirtatious tone. I just batted my eyelashes and waved goodbye. I felt like a princess as I strutted past the other girls who were gobsmacked that Elvis had just asked me out on a date.

I was at my home getting ready to meet Elvis. I wore a white, flowy dress that barely covered my thighs and hugged my waist perfectly. I put on some white flats so that I wasn't so tall (I was a tall girl, so I didn't dare to wear heels). I let my hair down so that it was free and curly. I grabbed twenty dollars and put it in my bra. I drowned myself in my best perfume. Once I felt that I was ready, I heard a car beep outside of my home. I knew exactly who it was, I ran to the door to open it. I stepped outside onto the floor, and I was met with Elvis waiting for me. He leaned against his luxurious pink Cadillac with a huge smile plastered on his face. He wore a coulerfull buttoned, 70s style t-shirt and black flare jeans. His outfit was completed with a large gold belt that sat on his hips. I walked over to him, and we met with a large hug. As I was buried in his arms, I could smell his expensive cologne. It smelt heavenly. I pulled away to look up into his blue eyes. I was a tall girl, but this godly man still towered over me.

"Ya look amazing, honey." He said as he smiled.

"You don't look too bad yourself, mister." I said sarcastically before we both started laughing.

Once we were both in the car, he turned the engine on and pushed the pedals. The car accelerated as the windows rolled down. Elvis reached for the radio and put on,

'horse with no name.' It was a popular song for the time. I leaned my head against the inside of the car door. I let the wind rush through my long curly hair. I sang the song sweetly as I closed my eyes. Elvis was watching me, admiring me.

We now had arrived at the diner. He opened the door for me and held my hand as he helped me out. I was getting treated like a queen by the king.

"Thankyou." I said politely as I smiled at Elvis.

"Anything for you, sweetie." He said as he deeply looked into my green eyes. We walked inside and sat at our table. He sat directly in front of me so that we were facing eachover. I took the menu and pointed to a vanilla milkshake. Elvis just giggled.

"You're meant to eat dinner first, but who would I be to say no to a girl like you." He stated as he smiled. He purposely ordered one large milkshake so that we could share it. When the milkshake came, we stuck our straws into it and drank. I looked up into Elvis's eyes as we drank. We spoke and chatted for what seemed like forever. Even after we finished our milkshake, Elvis had ordered another one so that we could stay in the diner for longer. When I spoke to the man, it felt like I had known him for years. We just had a spark.

"I really like you, Paris."

"I really like you too, Elvis." I said as I let our a cheeky giggle.

"No, like I really do." He said as he leaned across the table to get closer to me. I didn't even have time to reply since his lips were planted on mine. I was shocked at first, but I didn't stop. Our tongues danced toughether. His breath was fresh and minty. Once we were done with our kiss, I just giggled. And so did Elvis.

"Your lipstick is messed up. Let me fix it, honey." He said as he used his thumb to wipe off the messy lipstick. He placed a sweet kiss on my forehead when he was done. I was in love, and so was he. From that day, I knew that we were meant to be toughether forever.

#elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #fanfic #lana del rey #fan fic writing #70s elvis #singers #70s vintage #first date #true love #love story #interacial #mixed girls #mixed race #black and white #my hero elvis

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isabellawaites · 1 year

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"Hello fans, this night I got a special song for you all!"

(Au belongs to @rosietrace and @starry-night-rose, members tagging: @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee @sakuramidnight15 @authoruio @windbornearchon @hades-eternal and @oseathepebble)

-Main Profile-

Idol name : rosie

Birth name : rose, white or crowley

Position : main guitarist and vocalist

Age : 20-21

Birthday : 9/26

Zodiac sign : libra

Height : 176cm

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-Fun Facts-

Favourite food : vegetables, apple pie, and anything he can cook

Least favourite food : really unhealthy foods, salt, and anything hard to chew

Favourite artists : melanie martinez, toby fox, the band kiss, doja cat, ghost, cold kingdom, fall out boy, panic! At the disco, gorillaz, elvis presley, marilyn monroe, ariana grande

Likes : cooking, relaxing, singing, books, fairytales, roses, flowers, reading, animals, cleaning, nature, sewing, painting, rock metal, colors

Dislikes : rumors, cheating and cheaters, thunder & lightning, being separated from his family & friends, hurting animals, injustice, greed, and assholes

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-Relationships-

Mystix :

Raven hollow : is his sister, they both care about one of the other,

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-Info-

Voice claim singing : https://youtu.be/ZoSvNwUMDeQ

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRTVnGPc/

Knows acrobatics

Has scars, and doesn't mind showing them off

[Other outfits he wore]

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland rewrite #au #bio

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greypetrel · 11 months

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Hello! 💙 10,12,15 and 33? (if you want to and feel comfortable sharing, obviously) ✨

Hello there! 💜

Yeah, not entering much into details in public and outing myself as "Boring queer" but...

(also don't know how much this will be new for you but oh well you know where to find me xD)

10. Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you’re cis or trans):

Boringly cis, here… Not very girly or gender euphoric, but. Dressing up and putting up a good outfit, colours matching. SWIRLY SKIRTS, particularly if they have pockets. (I own one skirt I LOVE, it's big and swirly and it has pockets, I'm considering a petticoat to make it poofy and going full '50s new look style. It gives me lots of casual Cinderella vibes and oh man. IT HAS POCKETS. BIG ONES THAT FIT A CELLPHONE.)

12. Name some queer artists/bands or songs you like most:

*after the necessary "I haven't ever listened to music once in my life no thoughts head empty" moment*

QUEEN. I have one Freddie Mercury in every space I inhabit. I have two in my bedroom, one is hanging in my studio right in front of my desk. Queen had been a big and important part of my teen years. I am not a person who cries at movies/music, but put on The Show Must Go On or press play on Bohemian Rhapsody (the movie; i know it has flaws and it's dramatised but still) and watch me crumble. My favourite song of them tho… I can't choose one. Fat Bottomed Girl? But shit, Innuendo is just… A mindblown. I always clean my house with I Want to Break Free blasting on because I'm a basic bitch and that's mandatory.

David Bowie came into my life later but in stride, he's equally important, he's been the one celebrity death I felt like a blow (still can't listen to his last album without crying). Rebel Rebel is a favourite of mine but out of personal affection, the soundtrack of Labyrinth is the closest to my heart (that whole movie).

Janis Joplin. And with her my big favourite is Me and Bobby McGee (Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose 🎶*sings*)

I just discovered that Florence Welch is apparently bi too, so FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. The list of favourites is long but… Which Witch? Queen of Peace? Free? Morning Elvis? Can't choose, ARGH.

… I have the music taste of an old man, yes. Also I have the bad tendency in not getting much informations over artists if I'm not EXTREMELY hyperfixated, and it's a little since the last time I was hyperfixated with a band. It may be that other artists I regularly listen to are queer but I don't know. Again, I discovered Florence is queer writing this answer, oops.

15. How has your identity changed over time?

I had not many close contacts with the community until university, so I just assumed I was straight and never really thought about it much. Being demi ultimately didn't help me put two and two together any sooner, and without the proper terms and words… It was all very misty. So:

Straight > … People shipping me with a friend who is a girl don't bother me. Maybe… > No no, straight. Uh-uh. Just an ally. > Maybe bi-romantic, yeah, that maybe fits if I'm not having impostor syndrome, I won't tell anyone tho, I'm not sure. > "Hi friend of a friend who's very evidently flirting with me, WHY. You don't even know me. You have everything I should like but… WHY. This is overreacting, I'm sure you're getting something wrong it's too soon. Nobody is that much into someone else so soon in real life, this is fake and you're mocking me, right?" > … let me check the ace spectrum… > Demisexual. > Bi-romantic I said? No no Bisexual, definitely, still with a foot in the ace spectrum but oh shit why the girls I befriended and developed crushes on are all straight WHY.

(in all this I know that there are many people I know IRL that realised before I did. Hi, hello, I hope it was amusing to watch. x°D)

33. What about your LGBT identity do you feel proud of/ want to recognize/celebrate?

For my mental health, but also for the one of many other people: Being a valid queer person even if unable to go to Pride (they're a huge trigger for me, I'll start panicking before walking), or out with everyone or with relationship to prove it.

And the bisexual inability to sit down straight and composed without our joints falling off. That's a superpower we should be proud of. u_u

Jokes aside, I think there's some poetry in saying "I like people for being people, gender is secondary", and as much biphobia there is around… It's a good message to give.

#personal crap #is it anything I haven't told you tho ahahahahahah #please you all act surprised at the first answer with clothes.#I am wondering if people who know me IRL will read this and be like oh yes good times when we all knew except from you #Also kudos to 17-y.-o. me that totally stopped watching True Blood after Evan Rachel Wood was out of it FOR THE CHARACTER. Sure honey.#(yes I had a True Blood phase but THAT was a phase.)

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