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rosecoloreddesire · 2 years

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My Devil In Disguise, Pt . 4

The Blocked Road To Fame, Chapter 4

Austin! Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed…it turns out she’s a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

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Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: swearing, yelling, 50′s racial standards in music, Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis’ Hound Dog performance, proofread twice, angst!

Note: Thank you so much for all the love on my other stories! You guys ae all amazing and I love all of y’all! I still don’t know when or how I’m gonna end this series but I hope y’all enjoy! Thanks!

“It’s Milton Berle! The whole of America will be watchin’!” Elvis tells the shop owner as he complains B.B and him are running him out of business. Annalise laughs and places a hand on Elvis’ chest.

“He don’t watch television, Elvis. He just sews the threads on y’alls backs!” She pats his lapel and winks as B.B twirls her around. He turns his attention back to Elvis as she sat down. Her attention on one of her friends helping her latch her new shoes.

“So what’s it gonna be? What’s gonna blow their wigs off?” He stands still as the shop owner measures him.

“Well the network wants me to do a ballad but I left that up to Annalise. So I’m thinkin about cuttin’ it up with Hound Dog!” He smiles and B.B whistles.

“Ho! Elvis Presley...Hound Dog? Strange things are happenin’ everyday. What’s my little Snow gonna do?” He fixed the bow on her ponytail as she looked up at the men. She places a finger on her chin in thought.

“I was thinkin’ pitchin’ and slowin’ down Heartbreak Hotel! I heard my daddy would be watchin’ so I think that’ll give ‘em a shock!” She shook her shoulders back and forth as the two men snickered at the thought.

“Did you go to Beth-Ann for the fittin’? I wanna make sure my little star looks like a real one on that television screen!” B.B wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she nodded. She looked up at Elvis as his measurements were checked as well to make sure his outfit was well in order for the performance. He looked ethereal just getting a fitting. She was gonna be a mess for when he performed later, huh?

“I can’t wait! Elvis you’re gonna love my outfit! I promise it’ll be show stoppin’! I’m gonna make my daddy pass out!“ She clapped her hands together and giggled, her feet swinging back and forth above the floor. B.B rubbed her back and stood up. Dusting his shoulders off, he placed his hand on Elvis’ shoulder.

“Honestly, E.P. That dress might make most of America’s men pass out! She’s gonna be a knock out! I told her it might be a little too much for them conservative white folk!” He chuckled as Elvis crossed his arms.

“Damn I might get a little green in the face, darlin’. I’ll try to keep calm durin’ my performance.” He winked as Annalise flushed pink. She was doin’ this really to make her dad upset. That she was no longer an angelic symbol but…teasing Elvis? That sounded like the best plan in her head.

“Now now, kids. Don’t get too excited! You guys gotta make it there first!”

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“I feel like my entire body is gonna fall, Elvis. I-I don’t think I can do this!” Her hands shook and they felt sweaty. She felt her body shiver and break out into a cold sweat. She thought this was going to be fun but she was going on right after Elvis and she KNEW it was gonna be a tough crowd after that. A gentle tug of her hand releases her from her thoughts.

“C’mon baby. I promise you’re gonna do great! Are you wearing that coat for the performance?” Her breath stopped and she wrapped the coat tighter around herself. She shakes her head and Elvis kisses her on the forehead as his name is called out.

“I can do this. I can do this.” She peaks around the navy curtain and her family is smack dab in the middle of the crowd. Her head clouding with doubt as she’s thinking about performing. Not even Elvis performing can distract her from seeing her daddy’s scorn face. How was she going to sing with him right in front of her face?

“Now, Miss Snow. Let’s take this jacket off and get you a little somethin’!“ Colonel Parker took Annalise’s coat and handed it to some assistant. He smiled as Annalise’s body shook. She took her hands as she smoothed her dress out, sweat becoming prominent in her system.

“How about you just sing your little Hallelujah or Amazing Grace! You’d be beloved for being Hank Snow’s Conservative Lass again! Make your money with your daddy again and Elvis won’t-“ She whipped her head back as he stopped his gaslighting. She raised her finger to his face.

“I ain’t gonna hear another word come out that mouth, Parker! Elvis and I are a package deal!” She scoffed as he put his hands up in surrender. She couldn’t believe the nerve of this man and why Elvis was wrapped around his finger.

“And welcome to our stage, Miss Annalise Snow!” She dropped the coat from her shoulders and winked at Tom Parker.

“And don’t cha worry, Parker. I can get Elvis to do whatever I want too.” She took a deep breath and shook her hands out. What the hell was going on with her? She walked past the curtain waving at the cheering crowd.

“Miss Annalise, you look gorgeous tonight! Now, Elvis really cut a rug! What’re you gonna do to one up ‘em?” She giggled at Milton and turned towards the audience. She made eye contact with her daddy. His face was etched in surprise, laced with a complete sneer of disgust. She smiled and looked at Milton.

“Imma sing Heartbreak Hotel! Elvis helped me pitch it up and even helped me record it in the studio at RCA! Though y’all will have to wait and see if I release it.” You sent a wink to the crowd and a few men audibly groaned. She covered her mouth and a blush made it’s way to her cheeks. The music began and her body began to relax as she was back in her element.

“Well, since my baby left me. Well, I found a new place to dwell.”

Her daddy’s jaw seemed to go slack as he watched his daughter dance for this audience. She was just like Elvis. Her raw magnetism was pulling these young men (and even a few ladies) into sin! How deplorable!

“Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street. At Heartbreak Hotel.”

Annalise couldn’t stop thinking about the way Elvis tore up the stage with Hound Dog. How many of those girls were feeling the same feeling she felt when she met him on the Louisiana Hayride? She gripped the microphone stand and slid her hand down it slowly.

“Where I’ll be, I’ll be so lonely baby, Well, I’m so lonely. I’ll be so lonely, I could die.”

She began to drag the mic stand with her as she walked a little closer to the camera. She sent a kiss and wink as she ended the song. Her way of singing the song was definitely more different than Elvis’. She bowed and waved at the crowd not missing her brother’s enthusiasm as he held a small sign that read, “Annalise Snow’s #1 fan!”.

“Holy, mama. I don’t think I ever wanna sing again. I just wanna hear you sing every single damn song I’ve ever sung.” Elvis’ southern drawl dripped into her ear as a protective hand found solace on her lower back. Her body felt afire.

“Well you didn’t do half bad yourself, Mister Presley” She whispered. Her hands fumbling with his lapels just so she didn’t have to look in his eyes. His electric laugh ruined that plan however. She tilted her head in confusion.

“I saw your daddy’s face out there, darlin’. He was so shocked to see ya rock that song! I’m gonna have to treat you to somethin’ special. Let’s get you ready to go home, baby.” He grabbed her coat and her hand. He laid a quick kiss on her forehead as they tried to run out of the venue as quick as they could.

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“Bar Elvis Presley from Television?! This is ridiculous! Just because you’re movin’!” She threw the pile of newspapers to the ground as she ran her hands shakily through her auburn hair. She bit on her nails, large hands grabbing hers as Elvis kissed them softly. The piano seemed so far away from them as she stared at the floor. More and more headlines reading their names.

“They also want you sent back to Louisiana, darlin’. They think your bein’ held captive by me and Beale Street. They got pictures of us there. I-I don’t blame you if you do but-“ “

“This is ridiculous Elvis! We’re doin’ what we love! We ain’t hurtin’ no one! Elvis I promised you I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth!” She grazed his face with her fingers as his eyes seemed to slightly soften upon the small act.

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“That’s one of the most childish expressions I’ve ever heard coming from an adult.” Annalise sighed in agreement. She came to rest on his lap. Tom Parker once again graces the pair with his presence.

“The New Elvis Presley! And of course the New Annalise Snow!” Annalise’s jaw dropped at the costumes. A hellish butler tailcoat and what looked like a damn communion dress! The damn thing looked like a large tutu!

“You have got to be kidding! I ain’t wearin’ that! How is Elvis gonna move in those?” She looked wide eyed at Elvis who returned the same look.

“That’s the point! They think you have broken the segregation laws. They wanna send Elvis to jail for his moves…and you to a church to learn the ways of a nun! We will take care of this the easy way!” The man pulls on the outfits on the rack and grins. Time was running out for the next performance and the pair’s brains were reeling. They knew they’d be embarrassed but why was the Colonel so happy about it?

“Just for this show? And that children’s charity concert?” Elvis let out a deep sigh as the Colonel nodded.

“Then we can put this all behind us.” Tom smiled as he placed the costumes in the hands of the two young lovers. The two picked at the costumes and hastily began to change.

“Let’s get this over with, Elvis.”

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“GOD DAMNIT! I know how to do a skit! I-I coulda made it funny!” Elvis growled throwing the tailcoat to the ground. He rubbed his hands over his face. Annalise all but threw herself on the ground as tears poured from her eyes. She’s never been more mortified in her life. She messed up the lyrics and everything as she stared at the audience and could feel Elvis’ unwavering anger near her. She’s never seen him this angry since they’ve been together.

“The most stupid, embarrassing humiliatin’ thing I ever did.” Scotty placed his guitar down and placed a hand on his hip. Like he was trying to keep his anger at bay but his words came out seething.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?!”

“WE’RE MUSICIANS!” Scotty raised his hands up in disbelief. The yelling kept ramping up as Annalise tore off her dress behind one of the partitions and got back into her regular clothes as she tried to get between the two arguing men.

“PLEASE! Guys, let’s all just go home and forget about it! It’s been a long day,” the two began to pack up in silence as Annalise went to rub Elvis’ back,” you did great regardless, love.” Elvis froze but smiled softly. His anger still rampant in his eyes but clouded for the moment by his steady still trying to keep those tears in for him. He stopped a tear from falling down her cheek. He grabbed his bag and intertwined their fingers.

“I love you so much, darlin’.”

“I love you more, Elvis.

“Let’s go home, darlin’. Lord knows we need it.”

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Fans littered the entrance to Graceland as they made their way to the gates. Fans holding memorabilia dedicated to both of them. Saying they wanted the old them back on signs. Trying to pull at Elvis from outside the car. Annalise shrank herself down in the back. She’d never been out in the top down convertible with Elvis but at least she was in the back. She let Elvis go in first as she stood staring at the house once again.

“Where did I go wrong, Jimmie?” She shook her head and that’s when the yelling started. Where did the path divulge into this mess? She winced as she made her way through the door. It was always apparent when Gladys was drinking and when it was too much.

“It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, daddy.” Elvis was already laying down on the piano bench as she made her way in. Vernon waved her over but she stood awkwardly to the side of his chair.

“Those people were using you to poke fun at the whole South! Gettin’ a laugh at puttin’ a hillbilly in a tailcoat and singing to a dog! And then puttin’ my poor lil’ Annalise in that tragic white trash bag?!” Gladys walked away holding two bottles of beer in her hand.

“Damnit, mama. It was either that or get canceled! Then that’s it for television. Colonel says I’m running out of states that I’m welcome in. A-And they don’t pay unless I can perform.” Elvis began to sit up as he spoke. Annalise clung to the wall and tried her best to keep the tears in her eyes. She bit on the side of her cheek to keep from sobbing. She knew Gladys was drinking uncontrollably lately but it didn’t stop the fear that ran through her body as they fought. Was this Annalise’s fault? If he would’ve stayed with Dixie would this still be happening?

“Someone’s gotta think about keepin’ a roof over our heads.” Vernon said as he lit his cigarette. Annalise tried to cover her cough as he smoked.

“A roof over our head? We’ve always managed to keep a roof over our head, Vernon!” She said incredulously. She huffed and turned around again.

“Colonel has got us all of this!“ Elvis retorted. Annalise just wanted the fighting to end.

“I don’t want all of this! You’re unhappy!” She pointed at her son.

“I AM NOT!” Annalise flinched at his voice as Gladys slammed the table with her hands. The tears broke the dam she was trying so hard to keep closed. Vernon grabbed her hand and rubbed it in small circles as she fell to her knees. How was everything going wrong when it was so right a few hours before?

“You’re losing yourself booby! Look at Annalise! This isn’t the life you both need!” The two stare each other down as Vernon continued to comfort the shaking leaf that was Annalise. Gladys seeming to have a sober bit of empathy went to go towards the girl to comfort her but was interrupted by the group of guys running into the house.

“Don’t track mud in the house, Billy! Get out! Get out of my god damn house! Trailin’ mud in my house doin my damn head in,” he grabbed his coat and rubbed his temples,” Mama, you ain’t ever happy. No matter what I do. No matter how much I give ya. It ain’t ever enough. And I wish you would not drink so god damn much. It’s not good for ya!” He turned grabbing Annalise’s arm and pulling her up. He wiped her tears and took one last look at his mom before running out into the rain to his car. Annalise turns back, shocked.

“Booby! Wait!” Elvis picked Annalise up and she slid to the passenger side as Elvis hopped on after her. The engine roared to life and they whipped on out of there makin their way to the gates. Annalise panicked looking for something to hide her face. Elvis pulled her arm down. His eyes were afire in rage.

“No hidin’ now, Darlin’. I’ve got nothin’ left to lose.” The gates opened as Elvis pressed through the channels on the radio. He ignored the fans and flashing lights as he pulled out. Trying to outrun the cars he knew would follow. Annalise took a deep breath. The crisp air hitting her face and slowly relaxing her racing mind. What the hell happened to them?

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“Elvis, we’ll get killed if that damn Parker finds out we’re here!”The neon of Beale Street beginning to call her to the streets of her heart. She smiled but knew if they were caught that was the end of them. She could see B.B hanging out one of the windows of Club Handy. A crowd of people surrounded Elvis as he exited the car. He came around and once again picked up the shaking girl. He spun her around in his arms as people around them squealed and hollered. He placed a soft kiss to her lips and she finally smiled.

“Please, darlin’. I wanna just forget today. Let’s go have some fun, yeah?” He tilted her chin up with his finger. She nodded as she twirled around to talk to a group of women. The pair began signing autographs and hugging fans trying to make their way to the club doors.

“E.P.!”

“B.B.!”

The lovers make their way to Club Handy and finally breathe as they see the performer for the night. Annalise left B.B and Elvis to talk in the back as she went to the front. She danced with her dresser Betty-Ann and her daughter, Sally. Annalise hollered as Little Richard bent forward taking her hand. She fanned herself and giggled as the girls did the same.

“I saw your dress on the television the other day! Momma did a bang up job on ya, Miss Snow!” Sally clapped and rubbed her moms shoulder in support.

“Honestly, Miss Snow is one of my favorite customers. And not because of those way too big tips, lil thing.” Betty Ann grinned and spun around.

“I’ll always be your customer! Maybe when I get real famous I’ll hire you to be my personal wardrobe designer!” Betty-Ann jumped for joy and squealed. Her best customer and her against the world! She would’ve been delighted.

“And Sally can come with and do your hair, lovie! You better keep your promise, youngin’.” She pushed her shoulder and embraced her. The trio went back to dancing and continued to cheer on the performer. Annalise twirled and twisted. Her body intertwined with the music as the night went on. Forgetting about how awful the whole day had been.

“Hey, can I cut in? Time to dance with my star client! Right, little snow?” B.B wiggled his body, the girls snickering. B.B and Elvis made their way to the little group the girls had created. Elvis held her close and wanted nothing but her body as close as possible. With everything going on what if she was sent back to Louisiana? He didn’t even care about the jail time anymore. He cared about her being safe and in his care.

“Baby, I’m so sorry about all of this goin’ on. I-I want you safe and I-” She cut him off by grabbing his face, kissing him as hard as she could. Her lipstick staining his lips slightly. He stared down at her while B.B and the girls oooo’d. Annalise knew Elvis was overwhelmed and she knew he wouldn’t tell her that. She was going to be there for him like the good steady she was.

“Come on, Mister Presley,” his eyes seemed to darken,” dance with me why don’t ya?” His hands curled around her waist and she threw her head back in laughter. Their foreheads resting against each other as they danced.

Soon enough she’d find that picture in the paper along with the pair dancing with the others. What Annalise saw was a family and an amazing time. What the world saw was politics. The club started to wind down.

“There are strange things happenin’ everyday.”

Elvis and B.B went to the fire escape and she stayed to help clean up. She swayed to the music but all she could think of was the charity concert. She wasn’t allowed to perform at it after the police said it would put her in ‘danger’. She fought but was ultimately denied. She was told however she could sit in the front or the side by colonel.

“I’m worried, Miss Beth-Ann. I-I don’t know what I’d do if Elvis was put in jail.”

“You fight for him.”

“Fight?”

“You show those little white men who the hell they messed with, baby!”

Annalise nodded and picked up the cups on one of the tables. This was her boyfriend and she would do anything for him. Anything. To the ends of the Earth, Presley.

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running-freee · 2 years

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I Need You

Austin!ElvisxOC

Word count: 1.6k

Prompt: Beverly Sherman is a young girl who had a military family that was forced to move all over the country. When her Father is sent to Germany for work, her and her family follows along. There she meets Elvis Presley who takes a liking to her. From there the rest is history.

TW: none

A/N: Chapter 2!!! I wanted to get at least two parts out on the same day since I have most of this fic written. I hope you guys enjoy it! Also forgive any errors, it's late :)

Chapter 2: All Shook Up

I feel every single muscle in my body tense up. All the girls in school would gossip about him. Who’s father allegedly worked on base with him and who had caught a glimpse of him leaving the base. If he was dating anyone or who’s mother let them stand outside of his home to get an autograph. Here he was. Looking straight up at me. I could hardly believe it.

“Hello Miss Sherman, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I took his hand in mine that he had extended out to me, shaking it.

“The pleasures all mine Mr. Presley.” I tried to act normal even though I felt like a glowing red target was on my back as my cheeks heated up.

I was a fan of his, that’s for sure. He was just as handsome as his pictures and the films I had seen him in. I had a few of his records in my collection back home.

“Please, call me Elvis.” He smiled at me. That sent butterflies through my stomach and straight to my heart. I began to think of all the girls from school who would kill to be in my shoes. They would never believe a word I said if I ever told them I met the biggest idol in our generation. “Take a seat Miss, get comfortable.” He scooted over to make room for me to take a seat next to him.

I nervously sat and felt my hands become sweaty. I looked at Judy with my eyes wide as she took a seat next to one of the other men dressed in uniform.

“How do you like Germany, Miss Beverly?” Elvis looked my way with sincerity in his eyes. His gaze was so strong it felt like I would crumble if I looked into his eyes long enough.

“Oh it,” I clear my throat to make room for my small voice to escape “it’s nice here. A little different than back home that’s for sure. It’s really nothing to complain about.” He looked at me with a smile as he rested his hand on his face, looking at me. “How do you like it Mr.- I’m sorry, Elvis?”

“Oh it’s fine here, little chilly, especially right now but I agree it is nice here. I do miss home quite a bit though.”

I nodded at his statement. I couldn’t agree more. Although I never truly had a proper hometown, I did miss being back in the states. Things were just different here and anywhere in the U.S. felt like a real home to me.

“ Oh I bet, especially for you, you’re away from work, that must be no good.” I wondered if he missed working like recording albums or even making more movies.

“I do miss it a lot. But ‘s alright ‘specially since I have a few friends around me and I live off base. I have the freedom to do more of what I want to when I get off of work at the base.”

“That must be nice, living off base and all. I live off base too and it’s interesting to see the town more. How far off the base are you?” My cheeks instantly heat up as I ask where he lived. Nice one Bev, way to not sound like a creep.

“Oh not too far, ‘bout 15 minutes or so.” He replied as if it was nothing to him. I silently pat myself on the back for making it through without sounding like a crazed fan. “How about you come visit me sometime at my home? It’s always nice having more people around, especially having a pretty girl like you around, Miss Beverly.”

I couldn’t believe it! Elvis Presley was inviting me over to his house to hang out with him.

Someone needs to pinch me. This can’t be real.

Blushing, I look at him. “You mean it? I would love to visit sometime!”

“Say how old are ya anyway Miss? That is if you don’t mind my asking.”

I looked to the floor as he gave me a curious smirk. Gulping, I look back up at him.

“Uh, 14 but I turn 15 in April.”

A hearty laugh escaped his mouth. Oh god. This is the moment that I got rejected from Elvis Presley. I brace myself for what he says next. Here goes nothing.

Elvis turns to the man that is talking to Judy. “Ya hearing this Jerry?! We got a couple of babies in here!”

I glanced at Judy giving her a sorrowful look that said ‘I’m sorry, please don’t kill me even though I ruined our chances with handsome soldiers.’

“These girls are barely even 15!” Elvis laughed again and my face grew even more red. Judy also began to turn red. I was plotting our escape the more the two men began to laugh. Elvis nudged my arm as his laughs died down. “Don’t worry darlin, just pullin’ your leg a little, don’t bother me none.” I smiled back confused and unsure what to say.

After our little incident, the rest of the night was like something you would dream about. Elvis and I spent the rest of the night talking. We talked about everything. I told him about the constant travel that my family had been through due to my father and he asked how school was and my favorite subjects. He told me stories of being on a movie set and the crazy things he’s seen. It felt as if we were the only two in the whole room.

It wasn’t until I heard Judy call out my name that we finally broke free from each other's gazes.

“Beverly, your mother is looking for you!”

Turning to Elvis, I stood up from my seat. “I guess that’s my cue.”

He followed my actions standing with me. “ I guess so, it was very nice talking to you Beverly. I would really like to see you again sometime.”

I want more than anything to have more time with him. The connection between us was instant. It was intoxicating talking to him and being in his presence.

“ I would love that.”

“Here’s my number” he picked up a notepad from the coffee table in front of us and scribbled on it “ call that number when you’re available. I can even arrange for one of my friends to come pick you up if you need.”

I nod agreeing, more than excited to spend time with him. Then it hits me.

“Oh well I just remembered I would need to ask my parents for permission.”

My parents were pretty strict as most military parents were. I would definitely need their approval before going over to the home of a man practically 10 years older than I am. I could barely go over to a boy my ages home.

“Of course darlin.” My heart flutters at the nickname he gives me. “I’m looking forward to seeing you again.” He grabs my hand and kisses it smiling at me.

My face heats up and I laugh at the gesture. I shove the paper he handed me in my hand as I hear my name get called again.

“I have to go, but I’ll see you soon!” I turn to see Judy waiting for me. He smiles as I walk away with her.

“You are the luckiest girl on this entire continent!” She squeals, grabbing my hand.

“I guess I am.” I chuckle. I laugh at Judy’s comical excitement, afraid that Elvis’ crew can see us fangirling over him. I walk away trying to be as calm and collected as I physically can.

I see my family at the front of the house pulling their coats out of the closet close to the door. I grab mine from my father’s hands. My mother turns to see me.

“Where have you been! I didn’t think you’d be gone the entire party. Did you have fun at least?”

The look on her face is one of curiosity. I was never one to really leave my parents or Judy’s side at these parties. “I noticed you weren’t with Judy, I just got worried for a moment. She said you made a few friends, I’m happy for you!”

I nod as my mother rambles. The hosts come to greet us at the door to wish us a safe journey home. My father is laughing with Officer Jackson about some faux paux a younger Officer had made while they were playing their card game. I turned back to what was left of the party. A pair of blue eyes pierced through me.

He was leaning against the door frame to the family room, staring at me like I was the prettiest thing he had ever laid his two eyes on. I blushed and heard my mom call my name. He grinned at me as I turned to walk away.

The entire car ride home I looked out the window replaying our entire conversation. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, my mind was filled with thoughts of the fantasy I would have of my future. This time the soldier walking through the door to my family looked very similar to Elvis.

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running-freee · 2 years

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I Need You Ch. 3

Austin!ElvisxOC

Word count: 1.2k

TW: Age gap relations between minor and adult. Angst.

A/N: Hey y’all. As some have seen in my last post I wanted to bring attention to the age gap relationship. As this is the main factor for the angst between the two main characters, I have said that this is based off of Priscilla’s life story. I understand the uncomfy-ness of it all but I can assure everyone it moves on quickly from the relationship to a jump in time when she is older. Unfortunately, my own family has a similar age gap from the same period so this whole age gap doesn’t shock me as much since my grandma had my dad when she was 17. Hope everyone understands the miscommunication on my part.

Chapter 3: Little Sister

“But dad please!”

“Beverly, no! Your mother and I have made it very clear to you. What does a grown man want to do with a 14 year old girl anyway!”

I had asked my parents permission to go see Elvis again the next day.

Clearly, it wasn’t going well.

I broke the ice when my mother was recapping the night before.

“Debbie just made such a good casserole! Remind me the next time we’re over to ask for her recipe! Bev sweetie, who was it that you were with last night? You seemed to have had a good time.” Really my mother had asked, and I was just telling the truth.

My parents hadn’t formally banned us from supporting Elvis like many of my friends' parents did back in Texas. It was in Austin that he burst onto our radars. Like everyone else, me and all my friends listened to his records and swooned at his dreamy voice. That was until, he made controversy for shaking his hips and having outrageous hair on live television.

Once we moved to Germany, Elvis was the talk of the town. My parents found him a little more respectable after he too came to Germany. They saw him as fulfilling his patriotic duty. Still, this wasn’t to say they were his biggest fan. Definitely at this moment, they were Anti-Elvis.

“Well we just talk daddy! I’m lonely! He’s lonely! It really is nothing more than that. I just need a friend and we both understand each other! You guys know how I’ve struggled to keep friendships since moving, well, my whole life really and now you’re holding me back from making any friends at all!”

“Honey, you only met him once, how do you know his intentions at all? Logistically this seems a little strange.” My mother said, looking at me as if I had ten heads.

“Look,” my father sighs “we just don’t want you getting hurt. You’ve been doing so well in school recently, I just don’t want you throwing that all away for a boy you just met, let alone a famous one. Who knows what you’re getting into, there could be so much that goes wrong.”

I understand where they are coming from, I really do. But at this point I made such a good connection with Elvis, I really want to see him again. It was innocent. Plus, I wish they could see my side. It would be any girl's dream to go to Elvis’ house and spend even an hour with him.

My father sighed once again, taking a sip of his cocktail he would make himself after work.

“Alright, you can go” my ears perked up “under one condition.” I’ll take anything at this point to go see him, I don’t care about any condition. “You complete your schoolwork for the day and you come home no later than 10 P.M.”

I squealed in delight and shot up out of my seat. I hugged my parents. “I won’t let you guys down, I promise!

Shortly after, my parents went to bed. I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed the paper that Elvis had given me with his number written down on it. I pick up the phone dialing and hear the tone ring.

“Hello?” A voice I don’t recognize says on the other side of the phone.

“Um, hi? This is Beverly Sherman. Elvis gave me this number last night.”

“Oh, Just give me one moment.” The voice then became slightly muffled. “E, the girl from last night is on the line waiting for you!”

My heart skipped a beat. The thought of Elvis coming to the phone and possibly even talking about me to his friends.

“Beverly?” His warm drawl said across the telephone.

“Hi Elvis.”

“Hi.” He said back as a chuckle came following. “I’m happy you called me. I’ve been thinking about you all day today.” I felt my heart skip a beat. He was thinking of me? This has to be a dream. I half wanted to wake my mother and ask her to pinch me.

“Me too Elvis, I talked to my parents today. They said yes! I can see you.”

“That’s great darlin’! When is that going to be? I can’t wait to see your pretty little face again. I told ya I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Every word he said had my stomach twisting into a thousand butterflies. I wrapped the telephone line around my fingers and told him about the conditions my parents gave for me to see him. Talking to him just was so easy. It felt as though we had known each other for years.

“Well I’m just glad they said yes. I can’t wait to see you. It’s getting late though little one, I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble for staying up too late.”

I glanced at the clock, noticing the time. How could an entire hour have gone by? Guess that shows how talking just comes easy between the two of us.

“You’re right. I’ll see you tomorrow then, right?”

“Of course darlin’, I can’t wait.”

We said our goodbyes and I went into my room. How am I going to sleep tonight? I’m just too excited for what tomorrow brings.

At Elvis’ house only about 10 minutes away from the young girls, he smiled as he put the phone down. Taking a seat next to his father on the couch of their German home.

“Are you sure about all of this Elvis? You know how this looks right? Especially if it gets out to any of the press.” His father warned him. Elvis just nodded. He knew what he was doing was not one that was of the best taste, especially since he was under the public’s watchful eye.

“I know daddy, I don’t know, she’s a nice girl is all and well, it’s refreshing talking to her.”

Vernon nodded, unsure of what to say.

“Just… be careful is all I have to say. You have a lot on your shoulders. You don’t need something like this to ruin your career.”

Elvis was left sat on the couch where he had started to think about if he was doing something he shouldn’t have.

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I Need You Ch. 1

Austin!ElvisxOC Word count: 1.3k Prompt: Beverly Sherman is a young girl who had a military family that was forced to move all over the country. When her Father is sent to Germany for work, her and her family follows along. There she meets Elvis Presley who takes a liking to her. From there the rest is history. TW: none A/N: This is my first ever published fic and I have a lot planned for it. Obviously the story sounds familiar because the OC is based off of Priscilla and her life. Just wanted to have fun coming up with a version of the story we all know! If there are any errors or anything lmk! Have fun reading! I’m having such a fun time writing this y’all… don't even knowwww

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Ch 1. A lot of Living to Do

“Hurry up Bev, I don’t wanna be late for the bus again!” My little brother Johnny yelled from the front door of our small German apartment. For a 10 year old he was very on top of things.

“Johnny give me two more seconds!” I screamed back as I grabbed the books that were shuffled across my desk from the night before. Just as I was about to meet my anxious little brother at the front door my mother stopped me.

“Beverly, please tell your brother not to leave his mittens at school again today and don’t forget about tonight! I’ll most likely need your help with the fruit cake before we leave!” She exclaimed from the kitchen. “I’ll try my best, mother!”

I followed Johnny into the crisp winter air of Germany. My family had moved here in the summer last year as my father was in the military, Air Force to be exact. We would relocate often, mainly to other parts of the U.S. but this was new to us. Moving to an entirely different country. Luckily, we lived in an apartment complex that was filled with other people exactly like us, military families. Most of the children went to the same school that we did as well. It was a school designed for American children to go to that had a family member in the military.

It wasn’t all that bad here, just a little lonely at times. I found it more difficult to make friends as I got older. As soon as we got comfortable in whatever city we settled into, it was time to move again. I feared making friends once I got to Germany. We had lived in Texas before coming to Germany for two whole years and I had made friends there in El Paso. Next thing I knew I had to move halfway across the globe for High School and leave my friends behind. I did have a small handful of friends in Germany but never got closer than seeing them at school or running into them at the apartment complex. I mainly stuck to my studies at home. I was really into music and had my prized record collection that I had brought over from the states.

I would sit in my room for hours listening to my records. I would sit in bed and even in class at school and fantasize about my life after I finished High school. I dreamed of going to a college back in the U.S. and meeting a nice boy there. We would settle down in suburbia and live a long life filled with kids and grandkids running around. When I thought about it, I was really only about 3 years closer to my dream than I realized. Winter break of my 9th grade had just passed which meant summer was inching closer even if it was still freezing in the middle of February.

I sighed thinking about my little life plan. It was the one thing getting me through the long days at school and the boring classes. Especially the German lessons.

The bell rang signifying the end of the school day. I stood up grabbing my coat and placing it around my arms and shoulders. I hurried out to find Johnny to remind him of our mothers orders.

“Beverly, wait up!”

I turned to find Judy Moore, one of the girls I was fairly close friends with running towards me. Her father was also friends with my father. We only lived about three doors down from each other so being friends was natural for us.

“Hi Judy!” I smiled at her as she finally caught up to me, catching her breath.

“Are you going to the dinner party as well tonight?” The party. Of course, I almost forgot.

My fathers coworkers took turns hosting dinner parties once a month as a chance for the wives and children to dress up and mingle in a different setting than their own homes. It also gave a chance for the husbands to show off their families to each other.

Sometimes, if Judy and I were lucky, some of the younger lieutenants and soldiers would show up to these dinner parties. It would give them a chance to get out of the base and network with their peers as well as the Officers above them.

For Judy and I, it was a chance to sit together and giggle, gawking at the men almost 10 years your senior.

It was nice to see real men and not just the boys from school. I would go home and fall asleep thinking of my fantasy of getting married but this time a handsome soldier was the man that would come home to me in our beautiful house full of kids running around.

“I’m going, I have to help my mom. I guess she’s bringing a fruit cake.” Judy scrunched her nose in disgust. I giggled.

“Great! I’ll see you there then, I heard a new batch of soldiers are coming tonight as well.” Judy said as we inched closer to the bus. We giggled together in excitement of seeing the young soldiers that had come fresh off the base.

“I can’t wait! Hopefully one of them will snatch me up and take me out of my misery.” I say half joking. Judy just laughed agreeing with me.

“See you tonight then! Wear something…sexy!” She said in a mocking drawl as she laughed at her own joke.

“No promises!”

I walked onto the bus and found Johnny sliding next to him on the seat. As soon as the bus arrived at our apartment complex I rushed inside to find my mother in the kitchen with a fully baked fruit cake.

“Hi sweetie! This doesn’t look too bad now does it?” She was pleased with herself and her baking masterpiece. “Now I need the two of you to get ready and once your father is home we can head out to Officer Jackson's house.”

Officer Jackson’s house was about 45 minutes away from our apartment. His family lived in a lavish town home. Something I wish my family could have instead of this crammed little space. I went to my room and got ready wearing a nice dark blue dress. The next thing I knew my mother was calling out for me and Johnny to make our way to the car.

The car ride was boring, just filled with my parents talking about my fathers day at work. The radio was playing faintly in the background and my brother was trying to annoy me as he usually did. I let out a sigh as we parked near the house, getting out to fix my blue dress. My hair was curled into a near updo as per my mothers request to make us seem like a respectful family.

Stepping foot into the house, my nose was filled with the smell of food and cigar smoke. I saw the crowd of people seated talking amongst themselves as music our parents listened to filled the room. Some were drinking and laughing as they talked about their stories of traveling like any military family.

“Bev!” I saw Judy running towards me with a smile that reached all the way to her eyes “You need to come with me right now!” she said as she caught her breath from running.

I turned to my parents for approval and my father nodded. That was all Judy needed before she took a hold of my arm and pulled me into a side family room.

“I have someone here I want you to meet!”

I gave her a confused look to see the room crowded with young men in uniform and girls who were making conversation with them.

Next thing I know Judy is pulling me through the crowd as she yelled “excuse me, sorry”

A young man is seated on the couch talking to another man next to him.

“Mr. Presley, I'd like you to meet my friend Beverly Sherman.”

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