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precious-little-scoundrel · 1 month

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I saw your answer about being burned out on Gigi but still being open to discussing the topic -

are there any little fun tidbits or ideas you had planned that you could drop in the answer box as a little treat?

Was there an eventual endgame for her?

Anything quirky or outrageous set to take place with her in her story?

Would Gigi ever change her ways and act grown up?

XOXOX you are my favorite writer on this whole entire app you must know

My darling, yes, yes, yes I am happy to talk of it! And I’m so happy you popped in. I cannot believe I’m your favorite, that’s just stunning to me, I’m really touched. 🫶🏼💋🫵🏻

Now into Gigi!

Shortly before the August tour she and Lisa Marie meet and as Lisa is in many ways more mature 🤣 they actually end up bonding very well, I imagined a case of Linda and Lisa with someone who’s even more playful -Gigi- and who genuinely would spend five hours playing Barbie’s because she wants to and has no fear on the golf carts.

On the August tour she’s a lifesaver for Elvis in so many ways, but things are also hard and she’s clingy and he’s on the pills to hell him keep going and it’s a side she hasn’t fully seen from him and rightfully considers to now be “the real him”

So she sticks it out but he also lashes out at he rom e about how clingy she is and it’s devastating to her. Positively devastating…all he really said was that she should be able to go to sleep on her own if he needed/wanted to keep socializing with the boys or whatever

When he goes to join her in the room that night he finds are shaking and crying and cold and practically going through a sub drop of sorts

Which gets cured with insistent assurance he’s a selfish old man who doesn’t even appreciate the miracle right under his nose and massive amounts of love and cuddles and him laying on top of her like a weighted blanket.

Swearing she’s always gonna be His Baby Girl

There’s no going back after that

Not that either Elvis or Gigi would want to

Something wonderful does happen on this tour and in many ways it’s due to Gigi yet again, Colonel Parker hasn’t being so well himself and now having to endure Elvis calling out his newest PR nightmare from the stage each night as his little Angel when she’s sitting there beaming, nineteen and big titted, is a worsening strain.

Sometime in later September the strain gets to be too much, apparently, when Colonel Parker is trying to enjoy the hotel’s amenities and soak in the hot tub with his cigar and a starry night sky but instead of being able to enjoy these he is assaulted with the caterwauling sounds of Gigi getting pleasurably railed on the balcony, one too many references to how big Elvis is and how much she loved how big he is and how big he is and…on and on and on

The Colonel was found at dawn bobbing up and down in the little bubbling caldron -a heart attack apparently

Big Sad

Such a big sad they have to cancel the rest of the tour and fly out to Hawaii to mourn and lift Elvis’ spirits

There Gigi feeds him pineapples and papaya juice and frolics in the surf in every smaller bikinis that are more calculated than Elvis assumes because her chief goal is actually to get him shirtless and frolic with her and he won’t unless it’s such a dire paparazzi emergency he must offer his own shirt to cover her bouncing assets

They make a baby on a plane ride, he just goes in during the turbulence and she’s so vigorous and delighted no pulling out occurs

So he marries her *duh*

Lisa is delighted by this and Lovey is born -cue, lots of Gigi never updating her wardrobe so everything is just flowy and unbuttoned and lots of nursing with a tit out much to the Memphis Mafia’s consternation about where to look without Elvis biting their heads off

Gigi loves engaging in a past time of seeing how far she can shoot her milk, it’s her favorite thing about motherhood, the little clothes are next and somwhere down the line is the actual baby

Don’t fret -Lovey has more than enough parental love coming from Elvis

With Parker gone and out of the way, wishes and whims honestly get to be met a lot easier and Gigi considers one of the most tragic things her Bug Daddy went though is the closing of Circle G ranch so you best believe she wheedles and begs for another and it’s a complete zoo by the end, not a ranche

They have another kid, soonish —a son named Baron. He’s the only one to inherit brain cells and will go on to be as devastatingly handsome and charming as his father and yet a full on Bayou living recluse when he’s not taking care of Graceland and his mother and kindly informing Miss Bealieu that if she wanted to use the name Presley, maybe she shoulda not divorced the original Presley she was related to?!👇🏼

but all that is after Elvis dies.

Because he does and yeah it’s genuinely sad and it happens sometime in the early 2000’s and his last words are to Baron and to “take care of my Gigi”

Gigi then proceeds to live and a very Yellow Wallpaper version of reality, never one for facing realities but gifted with a massive amount of emotional intelligence, she’s quite certain every breeze through the curtain and creak in the old house and song order on the radio is a message from Elvis to her. Yeah it’s a bit morbid but it’s also oddly convincing, “Daddy” doesn’t lose any presence just because he’s zipped out to the gas station longer than usual.

She’s preserved everything and that’s her chief hobby along with the zoo, even when Lovey is situated and taking over the magazines Elvis bought and produced. Gigi takes an interest for sure ->hell, she used to be their centerfold time and again so the least touch of her manicured hand on an editorial is still gold, no matter how time passes<- but first and foremost she’s still insistent she’s gotta be at Graceland, can’t leave Daddy alone there for long.

Which is a CRAZY and weird ass world for a certain Austin Butler to step into for research.

It’s impeccably preserved to the point of being past creepy, like it’s not creepy instead it’s just fully convincing, which probably should’ve been his first clue to run for his sanity sake, but when you love a thing you’ll quickly embrace a comforting illusion over a hurtful reality

And Austin loves Elvis, almost as much as Gigi does

Which becomes their joint reality

She’s eager to help him with the research, pours out the most insightful and tender perceptions of her Daddy, shows Austin his guitars and his books, his notes and his bibles, hours of hole footage -some of which Austin initially did not see the research value in due to their scandalous content but Gigi was insistent it was crucial material to get to know Elvis as his most unassuming, which she insisted was in bed

Probably shoulda been predictable -except for their age gap but life does imitate art- bonding over one all consuming love in their lives and watching X rated home movies and breathing life into each other’s lonely delusions really binds people together

Baron Presley is initially totally incensed and suspect this little twink Butler but eventually he softens, gets won over

Austin’s a good and kind influence on Gigi and between him and Baz they get her out more, Lisa’s good word regarding both helps this, too

Gigi gets convinced to go to Cannes with them all and Baron actually surfaces from his redneck palace in the bayous to confirm he’s not in fact dead for the first time in ten years,

He Takes Care of Business one last time at Cannes like his daddy would like, see Austin would dearly like to be Gigi’s and Gigi would like to be Austin’s -hell they already are- so Baron does them a little favor and draws out the little Nepo Arm Candy that Austin’s been toting about the these events and charms her real well and let’s just say, when Priscilla Bealieu saw Baron Presley come out of the coed bathroom in swaggering dishevelment with a little bowlegged twig behind him -she got some severe ptsd flashbacks to his father

After this it’s all happily ever after and Gigi is still showing up to Austin’s premiers and she’s proud as anything of him and he of her and together they’ve found whatever it is that binds souls together

Life imitates art

•also, for those who ask, if Gigi ever gets a lurid and beautiful biopic herself, looks like Emerald Fennel is the one for the job, uhem

Tagging my Gigi taglist as this is a headcanon list of sorts and y’all may enjoy seeing it 💋

@prompted-wordsmith

@parodsal000

@ab4eva

@stylespresleyhearted

@presleyenterprise

@kendralavon7

@coolgirl462

@colahola

@lillypink

@stephthestallion

@vintageshanny

@landmermaid12

@ashtag2887

@notstefaniepresley

@butlersluvbot

@steph-speaks

@eliseinmemphis

@lookingforrainbows

@dkayfixates

@ellie-24

@memphisflash1935-1977

@marriedtopresley

@powerofelvis

@thatbanditqueen

@elvisabutler

@butlersxbirdy

@heartbrake-hotel

@fav-fanficssss

@austinbutlersbaby

@freudianslumber

@kxnnxy

@kingdomforapony

@be-my-ally

@crazymadpassionatelove

@that-hotdog

@missmaywemeetagain

@fallinlovewithurlove

@richardslady121

@lilycherries123

@18lkpeters

@xenaspace3-blog

@lil-mamas-obsessions

@father-of-2cats

@helen06dreamer

@returntopresley

@gonnagoandfangirl

@kelssssxd

@octobers-snow

@velvetelvis

@blursedblegh

@azzypog

#yes I spent an hour typing this out in the answer box Bahaha #sorry for the misspells and any perceived Kaia or Priscilla hate -this is from Gigi’s perspective so of course it’s wonky and unflattering #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #Gigi blurb #but then Gigi #elvis #elvispresley #Austin butler #elvis the king #elvis imagine #elvis one shot #Elvis smut #70s elvis #big daddy #big daddy elvis

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chxnyeol · 5 years

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Champion (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Reader x Johnny

Setting: University / Boxer!Johnny AU

Summary: You’re assigned to write an article for your University’s paper- that’s all. You were only meant to get close enough to him to get the information you needed, write the column, and be done. However, things begin to change as you get to know him, and you uncover more about his life than, maybe, you were meant to. What’s going to be your next move?

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to get this chapter up, guys! Life got a little crazy and inspiration a little low there. I promise more consistent posting from here on out! I’ve even already gotten started on the next chapter! Plus, from here on out, we’re going to have a lot more conversation and interactions and stuff and a lot less filler bahaha. I’m pretty excited for it. I hope you guys enjoy Chapter 3!

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“I think Kun makes it to where I always have the worst pick of the lot,” you mumbled poutily around your straw, chewing on it absentmindedly before a hand reached up to push your drink away from you, causing you to stop your bad habit. You glowered, bringing the drink back to your lips and polishing off the rest of the dark liquid, adding to your buzz.

“I don’t think that’s true at all. I think you just like to make every assignment you get the worst one.” Taeil’s response was softly spoken, but sharp, his tongue loosened by the whiskey you two were sharing. He glanced up at your expression, your eyes widened with a bit of surprise and darkening stormily at his words, and he immediately reached out to pat a hand on your knee, apologetic. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just meant— you don’t need a good topic to make a good report. That’s all your skill. Plus, we all know Kun isn’t like that.”

Your only response was a small hum, you reaching across the table to pluck the bottle from his side and splash more into your cup, brooding. He watched you, quietly, then turned to where Minji sat on the other side of the room, offering her a gesture as if asking for help. She shrugged her shoulders, and Taeil offered an even more exaggerated gesture, to which she huffed loudly, swirling the wine around in her glass as she thought.

This was a weekly ritual for you three. After receiving your assignments, you all would meet up at you and Minji’s shared apartment and drink that night, bouncing ideas off of each other. It was easy for the two of them, covering the protests together, to come up with a game plan for what they would be doing. You, however, were struggling and, honestly, not even really in the mood to play the game with them. They had tried to help, offering you ideas for angles or ways to spin the story to make it more interesting, but you just battered each one of their ideas down, wanting to do anything but a story on a Mom-And-Pop. You casted your pout in Minji’s direction as you heard her shift, and you and Taeil’s gaze settled on her again as a cheeky smile began blossoming over her features.

“Well.. At least Johnny’s hot?”

You ran Minji’s words from two nights ago over in your mind again and rolled your eyes to yourself as you slowed your pace on the sidewalk, knowing you were nearing your destination. Taeil had laughed and hooted in agreement at her words, and you had fished a piece of ice from your glass and chucked it at her, reminding her that him being hot, or not, didn’t matter for the report. Both she and Taeil had shared a look, and you’d thrown a piece of ice at him, too. Since then, you’d texted Mark, asking him to orchestrate a meeting with Johnny at the gym for you, and the older boy had agreed to meeting today, though he chose a time that you thought was ungodly early. Whatever. The quicker you got the story done, the earlier you’d be opened up to do another story if one came in. Johnny had relayed through Mark that you would be showing up before the gym opened, so it would give you time to ask questions, and that his mother would be the one that you would be meeting with. Well enough, then.

Focusing again, you glanced down at the phone in your hand and frowned, as it displayed that you had passed your destination. Squinting against the early morning sunlight, you stopped walking and gazed along the strip of storefronts beside you before turning around and carefully retracing your steps. You nearly passed the gym again, and would have if you hadn’t been paying attention, because the only sign indicating it to be your destination was a medium-sized decal sticker on the front door, showing only the logo and the hours of operation. There was a smaller sign right above the handle- assumedly instructing on how to open the door- and one of the signs you could flip between ‘open’ and ‘closed’. You made a mental note. The rest of the storefront was covered in a large window and, peeking inside, you saw that the gym itself looked pretty good. The space was large, with clear, definitive stations for different types of work out, a lot of leg room for classes, and a mirror along one whole wall. In the far corner, there was a platform boxing ring, adorned with blue and gold ropes. You realized the color scheme matched the gym- the bright, overhead lights on inside illuminated the blue, gold, and black accents all over from what you could see. Another mental note- it really did look nice.

You glanced down at your phone and realized that you were running a few minutes past the scheduled meeting time- partially due to you missing the storefront and having no sense of direction, but also just you naturally running late to everything you did- and you decided that you could just see yourself in, sure that Johnny’s mother must be waiting in a backroom for you and hoping that she didn’t find your tardiness rude.

You move to open the door, pushing it forward hard and then baulking as it didn’t move an inch. Uh oh. You pushed it again, the door still refusing to give way, and you huffed a little, moving back away from it and smiling as casually possible as as someone passed by, eyeballing you oddly. You huffed a little, readjusting your clothing and giving one more weak push to the door, before glowering down at your phone again, now uncertain what to do. You weren’t able to text Johnny, Mark had been the middle man for the both of you, and you were 100% certain that the younger boy was still asleep now- this hour being unholy for most of the people that you knew. Your free hand was on the door and you were pushing it forward idly as you swiped through your phone and tried to figure out what to do, before you felt a sudden pressure on the handle and glanced up.

From the other side of the glass, Johnny’s tall figure stood, his hand on the door as well and a lopsided grin on his face. You had to adjust your gaze upwards to even take him in all the way, not remembering him being this tall, but knowing that he had been sitting down for the majority of the meeting at the newspaper and you’d spent the latter half doing your best to ignore him and the rest of his guests. Now, you had a moment to take him in fully- freshly showered, his dark, longish hair hanging across his forehead, his eyes sparkling with the amusement that matched his grin. He wore black from top to bottom, except for the white bandages that were wrapped around his hands. You kept your face straight, though you were a little surprised.

He gestured to the door with his free hand and you gave it a strong push, assuming he’d unlocked it, but it didn’t budge again and you pouted at him, causing his grin to evolve into an amused laugh that you could hear from the glass. He gestured again, this time just above the door, and you looked down to the sign that you’d ignored earlier, which read ‘Pull’. You felt your face heat up and your pout deepen, backing up from the door so he could push it open for you from his side, your gaze lowering down to your shoes in embarrassment, his laughter still tinkling out of him.

“It says pu-,” he began, though you shook your head, cutting him off abruptly as you brushed past him, into the building.

“Yes, I got that. Thank you.” Your tone was clipped. Still focused on the ground, you could almost feel the burn of his grin on your back, and you shuffled to drop your bag by the entrance, glancing up at him once. You were right, still grinning.

“You always this pleasant?” He teased as he locked the door behind you, watching as you began to shuffle through your bag, keeping yourself busy until the last bit your embarrassment died down, though his words only made you blush more. “We’ve only met twice, and I’m beginning to think you don’t like me very much.”

Even despite the words, you could still hear the amusement and lighthreatedness in his tone, and you felt just a little bad for being a bit rude towards him again. Gathering your items- a notebook, your favorite pen, a camera just in case, a small notepad with other notes, and your phone on voice recording mode-, you straightened up and met his gaze again, to which he raised an eyebrow at you, waiting to hear what you would say next. You cleared your throat. “Sorry.” Lame, Y/N. “Good morning. Thanks for meeting with me- but, I thought-.”

“My Mom got caught up with some errands; so, I told her I didn’t mind doing the interview for her with the pretty, mean girl from the school paper,” did he ever have a tone other than teasing? Did he ever take anything seriously? Your face heated up again and you knew the blush would be visible on your cheeks, but you let his words roll off of your back, focusing on scribbling in your notebook and getting a section ready for the answers to the questions you’d already written down. You could see his big grin out of your peripheral and wished he’d stop. “Hope it’s alright that it’s just little ole’ me.”

You scoffed at the term “little”. He towered nearly a foot over you, easily. Instead of responding, you nodded, then you clicked on your tape recorder, deciding to get down to business. “Right. So. Let’s get started- first, sorry I was a little late.”

“Seems to be your thing.” You frowned, wondering how on earth he’d know that, but then you remembered that you were late to the meeting he’d been present at and that was the whole reason you were stuck with him, anyway. You openly threw him a look. He raised his brows and raised his hands defensively, though jokingly.

You continued, “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

“You already know my name.”

“I-,” you paused, huffed, and wiggled your phone, showing him the recording screen, “Yes, I do, but it’s for the recording.”

“I thought you guys were a newspaper?”

“Johnny.”

“Oh, so you do know my name!” You thought about whacking him. Really whacking him. Him and that ridiculous grin and his dancing eyes. You ran your hand through your hair and let out a frustrated laugh, and Johnny’s grin turned into a giddy, genuinely happy smile. “There we go! I was beginning to think you didn’t know how to do that.” You raised a brow at him, curiously, but before you could ask what he meant, he went on, “Laugh. Ya’know? Humor. Now that we’ve broken the atmosphere, we can really get started.”

You stared at him again, finding just the first few minutes with him exhausting already; but, you were here and this was your assignment and, honestly, he was harmless. Just a little annoying. And you did have to admit- you really hadn’t made a good first impression.. Or second one.

Following, Johnny finally let you ask questions and he answered genuinely. You asked him simple questions- What the name of the gym was, how they had come up with it (“You’ll have to ask my Dad about that one, I never put much thought into it.”), if it had always been in his family (“My Dad opened it up right before he met my mom. I was practically born here.”), how long he had been a part of the inner going’s-on’s (“Ever since I could walk, I guess.”), if he liked it (“My Dad says I’ll inherit it when he retires.”), what his favorite thing about it was (“I’m really into boxing, and I teach the boxing classes here. I like that a lot, and I think it’s our most popular thing.”), and more. You brought up questions about his boxing- you had done a little research on your own before coming, as any good reporter does, and knew that he was known in the area for boxing matches and tournaments and had amassed an impressive amount of trophies. He seemed eager to talk about it, and as you talked the two of you walked in circles around the facility. You two stopped in front of the trophy case you couldn’t quite see from the door, and he pointed at the top shelf, which was overflowing from his wins. He talked genuinely about them and added at the end that he hoped he didn’t seem like he was bragging. You told him he wasn’t.

You began walking again and Johnny continued to talk about the gym, not needing much prompting from you now as he just told you general things- how many members they had, some that had been there for as long as he could remember, things throughout the years that had happened, events that they’d hosted and shareholders that they had, things they’d partnered with the school with. Every now and again he’d slip in a joke and you laughed at them, amused instead of frustrated, and he seemed pleased with himself.

He was just offering to bring down some of the newspaper clippings that his father had collected over the years, letting you know that both his mother and father wanted to say a few things before the publication of your article, when the alarm on your phone trilled, bringing you both back into the moment. “You don’t like me that much, huh? Have to keep me on a timer?” Ever teasing, he tapped your phone for you before you got a chance to, too preoccupied with finishing up some of the notes you had been taking.

“No. It just means that it’s 5 minutes before you’re meant to open.”

Johnny’s face morphed into an ‘Oh shit’ of surprise, and you felt uncharacteristically proud to have been the one to catch him off guard this time. You laughed again and he gestured for you to stay where you were while he went to unlock the door, but you followed, beginning to pack up your stuff instead. He watched you, quiet for a moment, before tilting his head. “Where ya going?”

“Home.”

Another pause, then a plaintive note, “But the interview was just getting good!”

“And you’re about to open and have things to do. I don’t want to get in the way.”

Suddenly, Johnny was beside you and leaned down next to you, scooping your notebook and pen from your hands. You whirled around to him as if he lost his mind, while he flipped to the very back, looking for an empty page. “You won’t be in the way. You can join my first class,” he returned, tone hopeful while he scribbled in your notebook, then closed it and handed it back to you. “Best way to get the insider scoop is to experience it firsthand, right? I’ll go easy on you.” You scoffed at the suggestion, snatching the notebook back with an unnecessary swiftness.

“No. Thank you.”

“And I figured you’d say that. So, meet me for coffee later, after my classes here have wrapped up, and we can pick up where we left off. I’ll bring my Dad’s newspapers.” He waited for a moment, searching your face for your approval. When you said nothing and your expression gave nothing away, he pressed on with a chuckle, ��Okay- or, meet me here tomorrow, same time, and we’ll keep on going then.” You both turned as you heard the door open, a small chime sounding the arrival of another person. A man came in comfortably, waving a greeting at Johnny, and he nodded in response. You could see more cars pulling up outside. “Just text me which one you want to do, okay?”

“I don’t have your number.”

There it was again- that brilliant flash of a grin. Johnny reached down to place his hand on the top of your head in a single pat, and then reached in front of you to tap a finger to your notebook, before beginning to turn away as the door chimed once more. “I’ll see you later,” he chirped, winking cheekily at you before turning and waving his hands animatedly as people- adults and children alike- began spilling through the door.

You stood there, staring after him for a moment, your face heating up for the umpteenth time today (far more than you were comfortable with), before shoving your notebook back down into your bag and making your way past the flow of people and out of the door, nodding politely to those you passed by.

Aside from the burn on your cheeks, you swore you could feel the burn of his gaze on your back as you left, too.

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