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DUDEEEEEEE I'MMA NEED A PART 2

Lovestruck (an Elvis fic/imagine)

Pairing: yandere!Elvis x Reader

Summary: It’s 1975 and Linda has rejected Elvis’ proposal, leaving him drug dependent. Worried and frustrated, his family and Linda get an in-home nurse to get him back on track with his health. But what happens when Elvis mistakes her kindness for love?

Warnings/Triggers: this is a yandere fic so expect dark themes such as, obsessive, compulsive, manipulative, crazed behavior. Elvis is delusional. References to sex and baby making. Forced marriage, and slight kidnapping? References to the colonel.

Priscilla left. And Elvis believed he was heartbroken, keyword: believed. And he sulked and sulked and sulked for weeks.

But then Linda came around. He was convinced he was in love with her, letting her move in and redecorate his house and make friends with his baby daughter. He even thought about proposing. But she said she wasn't sure if that's what she wanted.

And while she was a good distraction at first, when she rejected his proposal, the drugs became more of a distraction to him. And he made it okay by telling himself that drugs couldn't tell him no.

And that's how it went for the longest time. But people were worried. His family was worried— even baby Lisa knew something was up with her daddy.

So Linda, armed with everyone else's concern, took matters into her own hands. She called so many doctors and rehabilitation centers, and eventually she got a nurse to agree to live in at Graceland to try and get him off all the pills.

•

You walk into the grand house, following the gorgeous woman. She's sweet, has a good character and you can tell from just talking the few words you have.

The house looks different from the pictures that were once in the pages of a tabloid, with Elvis on the couch with a guitar. Back then the house was light, with royal blues and whites, but now it was like a vampire's lair— all red and gold.

"I just want to say thank you. We've tried to get him to go to rehab, but he refuses every time."

You smile sweetly at Linda. This is the first job that could actually mean something for you, and you feel as though you should be the one saying thank you. Before this opportunity, you were prescribing solutions to trust fund teens in California who got ahold of drugs at their high school parties. It was a good job, but you wanted more— you went to school for more. You felt as though your talents could be put to better use, and this was that breakthrough you were looking for since you graduated college.

"No, this is an honor, seriously. And sometimes it's better for people of his caliber to be kept away from prying eyes in times like these. Going to a center would put him at more of a risk for a press leak." You sit down with her as you make it to the living room, and there you find Elvis' father as well. He stands and shakes your hand.

You sit with them and talk about plans and the goals they have for his recovery, and all the while, you're stuck wondering why the man himself isn't here. This is a meeting about his health, after all. But they don't mention it, so you don't either.

And once they're satisfied with everything, Linda shows you to what's going to be your room for the next however many months.

An hour later, you go down to dinner, not expecting Elvis because Linda informed you that he usually took his dinner in his room nowadays. But to everyone's surprise, about halfway into the meal, the stairs creak, and almost immediately his presence engulfs you. Your eyes widen and you instantly stand up, still not quite believing that you're in the same room as your favorite singer.

His eyes scan the room before they zero in on you; it takes your breath away completely. And because of the nerves wracking your body, you give him the most awkward smile ever, mentally scolding yourself for being so stupid. He's human just like you. That's what you repeat to yourself over and over as he slowly stalks over to you from around the table.

Everyone— the few members of the Memphis mafia that decided to stay for dinner, Linda, Vernon, the cook who was plating the food— all stare with bated breath, all of them knowing how Elvis feels about rehab. He doesn't believe he has a problem. "Well what do we have here, hm? Ya sneak through the gate, honey?"

It takes you a minute to shake yourself from your trance, but once you do you shake your head. You're acting like a little girl that's seeing Santa Claus for the first time. "N- no, sir... pardon me, my name is Y/N," you stick your hand out for him to shake, "I'm your new nurse."

Linda winces and you shoot her a confused look. She expected him to blow up, or for his jaw to tick, or for him to say something snide— anything other than the gentle smile that graces his lips. He takes your hand and places a kiss on the back. Vernon clears his throat awkwardly. What is happening, you wonder to yourself. Everyone is acting like they're at a funeral. Except Elvis. He's acting like he got the latest Cadillac model.

Bless Linda's poor heart, and the fact that she can tell you innocently have no clue what the look in her boyfriend's eyes is. If she were anyone else, she'd want to tear your hair out. But she keeps quiet, just grateful that he's taking the news well. "Well I'll be damned, I didn't know I was sick. Honey, am I sick?" His eyes turn to Linda— only for a split second before they're piercing into you again. Is this love at first sight... because it sure seems like it to Elvis. He had to talk to all the other girls for at least a day before he felt something. Linda bats her eyelashes, "it's just in case, E, that's all. Gotta have ya perfect for the stage, yeah?"

He hums, and then finally lets your hand go. He gestures to your chair and then sits at the head of the table that's conveniently beside you. "Welcome then, Y/N."

You smile, this time a lot more gracefully, and then sit like he did. "Well why y'all starin' like dummies? Eat." He instructs everyone at the table, and like little minions, they all obey.

But he talks to you. About everything under the sun. And during such a time, you both come to an agreement on what he needs to do differently in order to maintain his health. A nice and easy regiment that should keep him from facing very terrible withdrawals. He seems to like you, or maybe he's just a really nice guy, but either way, you decide you're going to really enjoy staying here.

Weeks pass much the same. You like being friends with Elvis, and you realize that he's extremely humble and down to earth, not at all like the negative press he gets. You get a solid routine down; once a day, you give him a checkup, and you also lessen his pill intake everyday until he's down to strictly only what he actually needs. And much to the Colonel's dismay— a man you deemed icky the first time you met him— Elvis fires Dr. Nick and takes on a doctor you personally recommend.

•

Elvis knew this time. And despite his earlier feelings, he was mentally thanking Linda for rejecting him. And whether or not you liked it, you were going to be his.

You were his guardian Angel. That had to be it. You were saving his life. Of course he had a problem, and now he knew it. You were sent to him by God and were there to save him. He knew it. He knew that had to be the truth. Why else would you be so willing to better such a man?

Oh, and the way you smiled at him. The way your eyes lingered on him. The way you so very clearly wanted to be his. He wasn't blind, and the way you always looked at him with a twinkle in your eyes, that had to be you pleading for him to take you away— make you his. And once he knew for sure his plan would work, he'd do just that. He'd save you just the same way you saved him. And you'd be together, like you both wanted. Forever.

His hands would linger. When you'd check his blood pressure and breathing, he'd put his hand on your shoulder. And you never told him no, you never pushed him away. And he knew signs when they were given— you were definitely giving him signs.

There was this language between the two of you, a silent pining. He knew it. 'Just a while longer, angel. We'll be together.' It was a mantra inside his head every second of every day.

Four months into your residency as Elvis liked to call it, and fours months of mutual pining, Elvis knew it was time. He put his plan into action. You came home from the pharmacy to see bags in the foyer— your bags. With tears in your eyes, you walked up the stairs, "Elvis? Hello?"

You paused as he walked out of his room, looking the picture of health and happiness. He could see the confusion written all over your face. He was about to explain when you cut him off. "M' fired? Ya want me to leave?"

And then he saw resolution mix in with the emotions filling your face. You dry your tears. "Well thank you for the opportunity. It was great, and I hope I helped you well enough, Mr. Presley." You seemed almost fine with the idea, just a little beaten up about losing a job. But he knew better, you were playing hard to get.

"Mr. Presley? Baby, don't call me that, Mr. Presley is my daddy. Can't ya tell? We're goin' away... you and me." He grabbed your hand, a smile painting his face.

And there was that confusion again, and if he weren't so crazy, he'd also see that the look he thought was love was actually a little bit of fear. He'd been extra touchy and sweet, but you thought that was just the type of person he was. But now you could tell that he was just rather crazy. What did he mean going away? You were his nurse. "What're you talking about, Elvis?"

"C'mon, darlin' let's not dance around this no more. I see the way ya look at me— we're in love." He grins wolfishly, his grip tightening. He looks down at your lips.

You shake your head slowly, your eyes widening. You take a step back, looking behind you for any sign of anyone else, but it's then that you realize the house is eerily silent except for the two of you. He pulls you back, your face making contact with his chest. His free hand tangles into your hair and tilts your face so you can look at him. "Angel, I know moving away seems scary, but we can be together. We can start that life we both want, hm? I know ya feel the same, ya don't gotta say it right now."

And you can't even say anything or even try and run because he's got you thrown over his shoulder and in his car within minutes. He buckles you in and gets in the drivers seat after instructing Sonny to load your stuff into another car and to meet him at the airport.

He looks at you from the rear view mirror with a crazed smirk, one he thinks is harmless and loving. "How's Vegas sound, angel? We can get married in a chapel and ya can watch my shows every night, and we'll make Lisa Marie a big sister. I can tell yer beggin' for me to make ya a mama," his fingers drum on the steering wheel as he speeds through Memphis to the airport, "Oh yeah, I can see it now. Ya won't leave the bed for months after we get hitched. And I'll make this one last 'cause yer my soulmate. I was a dumb sonofabitch for thinkin' it was Cilla."

And as you stare at him through the mirror, tears fighting to fall from your eyes, you realize that this is one situation you don't think you can get out of. You screwed up.

Heyyy lovies! So I wrote this today because I wanted to read a fic like this but I couldn’t find one, so I just wrote it myself. First time writing darker themes, so bear with me if it’s not that good. Enjoy anyway, or at least I hope. Much love❣️ (I also just wanted an excuse to use that picture because he looks so scrumptious in it).

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jhoneybees · 1 day ago

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This is literally me right now😣

at a certain point you just get tired of your own shit. you have to force yourself to meditate, workout, eat mindfully and read the books to form a routine that gives you a sense of happiness within yourself again. it’s exhausting i know, but you gotta keep fighting for yourself because no one will take care and love you the way you can for own being. this life is not something to go bout so casually, everyday is your first and last time to embrace this moment. this life was gifted to you with a planet to explore and souls to experience. so show up for yourself.

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jhoneybees · 1 day ago

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Elvis Movie Ask Game

In light of how quickly we're approaching the one-year anniversary of this incredible film [released June 24, 2022], I thought it might be nice to take a moment to reflect, reconnect with some fandom friends, and also welcome anyone new into the fold!

Answer the questions below and tag others, or feel free to join in on your own!

1) When did you first watch Elvis (2022) and what was that experience like?

2) How many times have you seen the movie (or have you lost count yet)? Are you quoting it in daily life? What lines from the script stand out in your memory?

3) Were you an Elvis fan before the movie? How has the film influenced your engagement with his content?

4) If you could spend one day hanging out on any set in the film, what would it be? Graceland? Beale Street? The International? Something else?

5) Favorite costume(s)?

6) If you close your eyes and think about the movie, what are the first 3 visuals that come to mind? What shots/scenes have left a lasting impression?

7) If you could choose to add one thing to the movie, what would it be? Is there a particular event/element of Elvis’ life you'd love to see portrayed or elaborated on?

8) You can only listen to 5 songs from the Elvis Soundtrack for the rest of your life. Which 5 are you choosing?

9) 50's, 60's or 70's? Which is your favorite Austin!Elvis era? Is it the same as your favorite Elvis era (if you have one)?

10) Do you have any favorite blogs, gifs, fics, memes, edits or other content related to the movie/fandom? Share it with us so that we can all celebrate the creativity and kindness of this lovely community!

Thank you all for a year of memories!

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jhoneybees · 1 day ago

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Definitely gonna read this later🤭

Lovestruck (an Elvis fic/imagine)

Pairing: yandere!Elvis x Reader

Priscilla left. And Elvis believed he was heartbroken, keyword: believed. And he sulked and sulked and sulked for weeks.

And while she was a good distraction at first, when she rejected his proposal, the drugs became more of a distraction to him. And he made it okay by telling himself that drugs couldn't tell him no.

And that's how it went for the longest time. But people were worried. His family was worried— even baby Lisa knew something was up with her daddy.

•

You walk into the grand house, following the gorgeous woman. She's sweet, has a good character and you can tell from just talking the few words you have.

"I just want to say thank you. We've tried to get him to go to rehab, but he refuses every time."

And once they're satisfied with everything, Linda shows you to what's going to be your room for the next however many months.

He hums, and then finally lets your hand go. He gestures to your chair and then sits at the head of the table that's conveniently beside you. "Welcome then, Y/N."

You smile, this time a lot more gracefully, and then sit like he did. "Well why y'all starin' like dummies? Eat." He instructs everyone at the table, and like little minions, they all obey.

•

Elvis knew this time. And despite his earlier feelings, he was mentally thanking Linda for rejecting him. And whether or not you liked it, you were going to be his.

There was this language between the two of you, a silent pining. He knew it. 'Just a while longer, angel. We'll be together.' It was a mantra inside his head every second of every day.

"Mr. Presley? Baby, don't call me that, Mr. Presley is my daddy. Can't ya tell? We're goin' away... you and me." He grabbed your hand, a smile painting his face.

"C'mon, darlin' let's not dance around this no more. I see the way ya look at me— we're in love." He grins wolfishly, his grip tightening. He looks down at your lips.

And as you stare at him through the mirror, tears fighting to fall from your eyes, you realize that this is one situation you don't think you can get out of. You screwed up.

#70s #elvis fic #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #vintage #elvis fans #elvis the pelvis #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #fanfic #50s elvis #70s elvis #60s elvis #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis fanfiction #elvis the king #yandere

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jhoneybees · 1 day ago

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I wonder what he was looking at👀

Elvis Presley on the set of Stay Away, Joe; 1967.

#elvis presley #elvis history #elvis movie #elvis film #stay away joe #joe lightcloud #elvis

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jhoneybees · 1 day ago

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Honestly, same!

Man! This One Of Many Personal Favourite's Of Elvis Presley's Own Family Candid Family Very Rare Photo's Of At The Time Of Is Little And Gorgeous And Daddy's Little Princess!!! LISA MARIE PRESLEY Is Just To Priceless!!! For Words...

#elvis fans #elvis presley

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jhoneybees · 2 days ago

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Always Missing You

AN: I'm not stealing ideas from anyone, I just love this scenario. So here we are.. enjoy ;)

•••

"Hello everyone! I'm Y/N Presley, and this is my life in looks." You took a quiet deep breath before continuing. "I'm so honored to be here right now." 'A sweet smile, cross your arms.'

You grabbed the book as it was slid over the table to you, flipping to the first page. "Oh wow, I haven't seen this one in a very long time. Now this must have been late 1958, the first photo I have with Elvis."

You stared down at the picture. You had convinced your mom to let you wear one of her dresses, and she had helped you put some mature looking makeup on, much to your father's dismay. You met Elvis at a dinner party in Germany, immediately falling head over heals. "Did you two stay in touch while in Germany?" The interviewer brought you out of your thoughts.

"Oh yes. We courted each other until my departure in the later months of 59'. I went to University in the states." You nodded along to his question. The next picture made you giggle under your breath. "This was in 62' I had just turned 20. I was visiting Graceland for the first time, along with seeing Elvis again after three years. I was so scared he wouldn't see my in the same way, I was wrong of course." You let out another giggle, looking at your young figure smiling next to Elvis, both of you wearing purple.

You struggled a bit with flipping the page, but once you got it you were hit with a strong wave of emotion. You tried to hold back the tears at the sight of your most famous wedding picture. You had your hands resting on that spot between his neck and chin, his holding you close by the waist as you shared a kiss. "Jerry Schilling took this one. This was both Elvis and I's favorite. He always told me how 'gorgeous' I looked in my dress." You delicately ran your fingers over the photo.

"What was your inspiration on this look?" The same interviewer asked. "Oh I wouldn't exactly say I had an inspiration, Elvis proposed and said we'd be married in two months. I really, kinda panicked thinking I'd never find a dress in time." You didn't know when you started crying but you went to wipe a tear away. " I knew I wanted something more on the modern side of that age. I saw the dress on a window display and knew I wanted it. I just loved the long sleeves and how it fit my figure so well."

You decided to move on after a minute or so. "This was a favorite of mine. We had Lori a year before, so that would mean this was taken in 71'. I remember everyone loving how all three of us matched with the red, the fringe on my skirt was especially talked about. It was a fun time." 'Hold the tears in a little longer Y/N.'

"Did you or do you ever regret marrying Elvis Presley?" Now that question caught you off guard but you didn't miss a beat. "No of course not. Sure there were times we had our arguments, but I never regretted my choice. There will always be a part of me that is love with him, and I don't regret saying that either." With a matter of fact smile you flipped the page.

Only two more pages left. "Lori's fourth birthday, 74'. Elvis and I's divorce had been finalized for two months, and I think we were both struggling a bit. We celebrated together at Graceland for the sake of her though, and we brought out the matching outfits again with the dark blue." You didn't think this interview would bring up so many hidden emotions.

"Would you say that the two of you stayed friends afterwards?"

"Oh yes. We were very good friends, we just didn't work as more than that for some reason."

One more page after this. "This is when I flew out to Vegas so Lori could watch her daddy. We hadn't been together as a 'family' for a while so it was good to catch up as friends, and Lori had a blast. I loved the boho style at that time."

"My modeling career had just kicked off in this picture. I had dyed my hair a light brown, a little auburn too. Elvis died two months later, I had seen him for the last time four days before he passed."

The interviewer passed you a pen before continuing on with his questions. "Do you have a favorite look from the ones we went over today?"

"My wedding dress will always be my favorite from my marriage years. The red fringe dress comes in as a strong second I think. Do you have one?" You asked with a polite smile, holding the pen.

He nodded. "Your dress from 62' is amazing. Thank you for asking, that made my day!" He ended with a blush.

You signed the blank page in the back of the book, memories of Elvis shooting into your brain at rapid speed. He always loved you handwriting, and he had told you on numerous occasions that he liked the way your signature looked with his last name.

"Well I believe this is the end of this interview, I had a splendid time! Thank you for having me and I hope you enjoyed going over my life in looks just as much as I did." You clasped your hands in front of you, putting on a grin. "I'm Y/N Presley, and I love each and every one of you!!"

When the cameras stopped rolling you gave all of the crew members a hug, along with pictures and autographs for the ones that wanted them. As you got into your car a single thought crossed your mind. 'Always missing you baby...'

Heyyy, so this is actually my first ever imagine I made for Elvis, so it’s honestly crap, but enjoy… maybe? Anyways, much love!

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jhoneybees · 2 days ago

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Little Sister

AN: okay so this one's a little bit on the long side, sorry. I have given Y/N's sister and dad a name, so I hope you don't mind. Request things please!!

1948

You were ten years old when you got a new neighbor. A man, his wife and their son. Your momma went over to welcome them to Memphis right away. She told them how wonderful the city was and how if you listened just right, you could hear Beale Street come alive at night all the way from your run down apartment building.

The week after your momma invited them across the hallway to eat dinner at your place. Your older sister, age thirteen was beyond excited to finally meet the boy your mother had revealed was also thirteen.

"Well hi there! Aren't you both just beautiful?" The mother of the boy looked between your sister and you as she walked inside your apartment. "My name is Gladys, this here is Elvis." She pointed to the boy, Elvis, who was standing in a very awkward stance beside her. "And that guy back there is my husband Vernon." She gave you a smile that looked like the most genuine and loving smile ever, you knew you were already going to love this family.

After shaking hands with Elvis and Vernon, all three of you children were sent to play while Gladys and you mother cooked, your fathers talking about god knows what. "You got any friends yet Elvis?" Your obnoxious sister asked. "You two I guess." He grinned.

Two weeks later and your families got along like they had always known each other. Elvis had also grown a liking to calling you his 'little sister' or 'little' for short. Living in that stupid apartment building suddenly wasn't so bad.

•••

1951

When you were thirteen and Elvis and your sister were sixteen was the first time Elvis had asked your sister on a date. What they didn't know was that you had a crush on Elvis. But a crush was all it would ever be, a meaningless secret that would nag at the back of your mind forever. You made a vow that you would never tell Elvis or your sister.

You were still 'little' to Elvis, and boy did he rub it in. Every time he got the chance he got he would constantly remind you that you were his 'little' and that's how he liked it.

"Mary where are you going this time?" You asked your sister, poking your head through her door. She had on one of her best dresses, loads of makeup and the latest trending hairstyle. She was always so beautiful, getting every boy in town she ever wanted. You felt as if you were boring.. ugly.

That's why your crush on Elvis would only ever be a crush and nothing more, you were his boring 'little' while Mary was gorgeous. The only thing you were ever praised for was being the honest and nice sister.

In a tone indicating that she thought you were stupid, "Elvis is taking me out to the movies. Looks like I'm his new 'little'." She said, jutting out her bottom lip like a toddler. Your blood boiled at that.

"You shut up! All you ever do if ruin everyone's lives." And with that you slammed her door closed and made your way downstairs. Your braided pigtails and skirt bounced as you stomped down the staircase.

You grabbed your book and took your place on the corner of the sofa. The sweet sound of Frank Sinatra's voice coming from your momma's record player. *knock-knock*

Elvis.

Instead of answering the door yourself you waited for your father or mother to answer, remembering the scolding you got from her last time you answered. "Elvis, my boy! How wonderful to see you!" Your momma's voice came from the door of your little apartment. "Hi. It's great to see you too!" The voice that constantly invaded your brain rung through the house.

You quickly turned your gaze back to your book when she came leading him into the living room. "Oh Mary told me about y'all's little date. How sweet of you." She smiled while squeezing his shoulder. "I'm gonna go find Stuart, Y/N you keep Elvis good company you hear!" You didn't get a chance to answer before she disappeared.

You felt Elvis sit down on the sofa next to you. You forced yourself to meet his eyes, they were matching his small smile. "How are ya 'little'?" It rolled off his tongue so easily. You rolled your eyes, "Elvis I'm only three years younger than you. I am not little!"

"Ya didn't answer my question, 'little'." An amused smirk was smeared across his face now. "I'm fine." Was the only thing you could manage to get out, partially out of annoyance but mostly because that smirk gave you butterflies. You crossed your arms and avoided looking at him.

He pulled at the ends of your pigtails and took a breath. "You will always be my 'little' Y/N and that's-"

"How ya like it, yeah I get it E." You swat his hands away which caused his fingertips to graze the back of your neck, sending vibrations through your entire body. He pulled away in an instant.

You stood up turning towards him. "Mary's comin' down," you motioned to the stairs creaking, "it was nice to see ya. Good night Elvis." You forced a slight smile and turned for the stairs. "Good night Y/N." You barely heard it.

As you trudged up, you brushed shoulders with Mary. "Have a swell night sis, pretty soon he won't remember you're there." With a sickly sweet giggle she was gone. Oh how you wished Elvis or your parents had heard that, she'd be grounded before she could blink.

You went to sleep that night with the ghost of Elvis's fingers on your neck. You dreamed that one day he'd realize who Mary truly was.

•••

1953

It had been two years since Mary and Elvis started dating. For the first half of 52' you had to watch in misery, the other half was when you met Charles. He was in Elvis's grade.

Charles was very sweet and you fell in love with him within three months. You spent the summer of 52' loving him. A week before school started back up he and his family moved away.

"I love you Y/N, a lot. But I think it will hurt less if we break things off now." Charles held both your hands in his own.

You nodded, letting the tears stream down your face. "I understand Charlie, maybe one day we'll see each other again." You paused to wipe away the single tear that rolled down his cheek. "I love you."

That was the last time you saw Charles Johnson. You cried for a couple weeks until it turned into nothing more than a hard topic that you ignored. But with Charles gone your brain pushed back up feelings for Elvis that you avoided for the sake of Charles.

Now it was 1953, the year that changed your life. A little over a week ago Elvis took Mary to a movie, only for her to ditch him in the middle of it with another boy.

Needless to say they broke up, and not in a good way either. They pretty well hated each other it seemed like. During that week Elvis took to spending his time with you, which resulted in you two becoming more close than you had ever been. Best friends in a sense.

He had only gotten better looking. What you didn't know was that he took a notice to the way you had grown over the course of two years. Your body had matured quite a bit, and your face had only turned prettier if that was possible.

This particular day was very hot. The two of you had taken to the ice cream parlor down the street from the apartment complex. "I've been thinking a lot lately Y/N."

"Hmm. About?" You met his eyes as you licked your ice cream. He looked away quickly before continuing. "You 'member when you said I'd go far with my singin'?" He asked. You nodded with a smile.

He finally caught your gaze again, grinning from ear to ear. "Sam Phillips, well he's gonna let me record something! Down at Sun Records on Beale Street!" His grin only grew, causing you to join in.

"Well Lord have Mercy, E! You mean your gonna sign with him?!" Goodness you were so happy for him. "He's givin' me a chance to prove myself 'little'."

You had both finished your ice cream and were now standing outside. At that moment you didn't care about the heat, you got up on your tippy-toes and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His arms rested around your waist as you breathed in the scent of him. As you pulled away you saw something swirl in his eyes. When you noticed how close you were to his face, you took a step back.

"Whew, well we best be getting back. Our mommas will kill us if we're late for supper." You gave a breathy chuckle, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You walked home together and separated into your apartments. That single moment on both your minds. Though Elvis was bound and determined to make you his.

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Two days later you were rushing down Beale Street. You desperately wanted to be there for Elvis. When you made it, you somehow convinced Sam to let you in.

You were hidden to where E couldn't see you, but you could definitely see him. Oh goodness was it a sight to see too. You were mesmerized by the way he moved, mixed with his magnificent voice, it was probably one of the most angelic things you had ever come across.

After Elvis was done and figured out you were there, you watched as he was signed to Sun Records. You just knew he was going to be big one day.

Now the two of you were stood outside. "My god, can you believe it Y/N?!" He was the definition of happy at that moment. "This is amazing E. You deserve it!" You grinned.

He took a step closer. "This is all thanks to you..."

Another step. "Jesus, you're the best Y/N."

And another. "Do you know that?"

His hands were making their way to your waist. "Elvis.." You whispered.

"Y/N." He whispered back. In one swift movement he had pulled you as close as you could get, his lips connecting with yours. Something ignited in your stomach, causing you to respond. You deepened the kiss.

He smiled against your lips then pulled away. "I've been wanting to do that, ya know?" He smirked, resting his forehead against yours.

"So have I."

Heyyy, so it seems as though my crazy little brain just wants to get all my past imagines onto Tumblr, so bear with me as I do so. (This is a 3 parter, btw). Much love😙

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