#I'm wearing eyeliner today for the first time in awhile

[no-one-hears-me]

back on my blood donation grind

[mooodyblue]

todays the day, it's your birthday | 60s!elvis x gn!reader

summary: you never really liked your birthday, but elvis helps change that.

warnings: none

wc: 1.7k

note: happy birthday to me! have a birthday fic as a little celebration, i got a list of requests from a anon awhile back and decided to put them all in one fic! enjoy!

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"i hear it's someone's birthday!"

you turned your head from the kitchen table to the sound of the voice, giving elvis a fake smile then going back to eating your cereal. he kissed the top of your head and sat next to you. "was gonna make you breakfast but i guess you've already beat me to it"

you sighed. "i told you, i don't celebrate my birthday." you held your hand up as elvis opened his mouth to respond. "no, don't say anything. it's fine, really. i just want to have a normal day, please?"

birthdays were never your thing. you couldn't remember the last time it was enjoyable. from growing up with nobody showing up to your birthday party and to now being an adult with just a couple of friends, it was just another pointless holiday. this was your first year being with elvis and as the day approached, you made extra sure to remind him you wanted to do nothing for your birthday, to act like it's just a regular day. but elvis wasn't going to listen to you, was he?

he placed his hand on top of yours, sitting there silently trying to come up with a way to change your ways of thinking. elvis knew you hated the day and he understood why however he wanted to change that for you. little did you know, he had a whole day planned for you whether you liked it or not. he glanced at your unpainted nails, the corners of his lips perking up as he came up with an idea. "why don't you let me do your nails?"

you gave him a look, squinting at him suspiciously. you put your spoon down back in the bowl and turned to him. "why?"

he scoffed at your response. "why what? am i not allowed to pamper you? hell, i'll do your makeup too, why not? c'mon baby, let me do something for you." he begged.

it was cute seeing how hard elvis was trying to cheer you up, you knew he wanted to do something for you for today. you almost felt bad. letting out a sigh, you agreed and finished up your breakfast as elvis went upstairs to get everything he needed to do your nails and makeup. he was definitely a little too excited, but seeing him happy made you happy at least. he sat you at the dining table, pulling a chair up next to you. "alright, little one. red or pink?" he asked, holding up both bottles of nail polish.

"hmm." you looked back and forth at both bottles, thinking hard about your decision. "pink." it was one of his favorite colors and personally his favorite color on you. although, you already knew he wanted you to pick pink anyway. he grinned as he opened the bottle, taking your hand and starting on your nails. "you gonna let me paint your nails one day too?" you joked.

"oh lord." he laughed, trying to not lose focus on your nails. "the guys might tear me apart if you do."

"do you really care if they do though?"

he held on tighter to your hand to stop you from moving so much. "baby, i'm elvis presley. laughin' at me is the last thing i'm worried about. you have to promise you'll make em' a pretty shade of pink too. now stop movin' so much."

next was your makeup. elvis wore makeup on stage quite often so this wasn't anything new to him. "please don't poke me in the eye." you said once he brought out his eyeliner.

he scoffed at you. "honey, i've been doing this for years. have you ever seen me poke myself in the eye?"

"yes!" you exclaimed.

"alright, that's enough from you."

to your surprise, he gave you some pointers that you didn't know you needed. showing you how to do some sort of smokey look to your eyes and making them pop out more. he topped it off with a dark shade of red lipstick, a color he always loved seeing you wear. he held up the mirror towards your face, proudly showing off his work. "if this music thing doesn't cut out for you, maybe you could be a makeup artist." you said, looking at your face in the mirror. "y'know that ain't such a bad idea."

elvis set the mirror back down and stood up, placing his hands on his hips. "now that that's all done, i'll let you do your hair. put somethin' pretty on too. we're celebratin' whether you like it or not."

"you tricked me!" you gasped.

"i sure did, now go get ready!" he left you in your bedroom as he went back downstairs, preparing for the best birthday you could ever ask for.

you returned downstairs to elvis holding a picnic basket in one hand and a guitar in the other. "goddamn, look at you. so beautiful and all mine, how did i get so lucky?" you felt your cheeks get warm at the sudden compliment, finding yourself fall in love with elvis all over again. "i should be asking the same thing, what's all this?"

"it's nice out, not too hot. thought, why not go for a little picnic? i had some help packing us lunch and the gardeners aren't here, it'd just be you and me." he smiled.

the love you had for this man was beyond any other type of love you'd ever felt for anyone in your life. him being so determined to make this the best birthday you've ever had just made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. "that sounds lovely, actually."

"perfect, let's head out then." you linked your arm with his as the two of you walked outside around graceland to a specific spot elvis had set up just for you.

the atmosphere was perfect. there was a slight breeze in the air, the birds were chirping along as they hung around the garden and the roses he let you plant when you first moved in were at full bloom. elvis had laid out a large checkered, blanket in the grass and even set out a couple wine glasses just for the two of you. he set down the guitar to the side along with the picnic basket in the middle as you both took a seat on the soft blanket. you were in awe of the perfect setting in front of you. it reminded you of a scene from frankie and johnny, if only you were both wearing yellow.

elvis brought out his guitar after you both ate and had a few drinks, singing happy birthday to you in the most heavenly way possible. you clapped excitingly, smiling from ear to ear. "who knew you could make happy birthday actually bearable?"

"you gonna sing it for mine?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you let out a loud laugh, "that's funny." you said, taking a sip from your wine glass. "elvis, you've heard me sing. i can't even play the guitar."

"hmm." he moved over to you and took the glass out of your hands to set it on the sheet. placing the guitar in your lap, he sat behind you and positioned your hands around it. "follow my lead." and with his hands on yours, his fingers adjusting yours, he made a quick attempt at a guitar tutorial. to be fair, everything he said went a bit over your head. but it was sweet that he tried, at least you got to sit in his embrace for a little bit. he played you a couple more songs afterwards, giving you a mini concert right in front of you. "how'd i do?" he asked, setting the guitar back to the side.

"not enough gyrating." you joked.

"i'll show you gyratin'" he growled, crawling over to you and flopping his body onto yours, attacking you with kisses.

you let out a yell, attempting to push him off. "elvis! my hair!" you whined. elvis only showered you with more kisses, tickling you softly in the process. "stop!" you laughed. "baby! i'm serious!" elvis gave you one final kiss and grinned at you, taking in your beaty. "i love you, darlin' i really do." he sat up and pulled you up alongside with him, letting you sit in his lap. "i love you more. thank you for this. you made today a little more enjoyable."

"oh baby, it ain't over yet."

elvis took you around to the many go karts him and his friends often ride around in. personally, you aren't the biggest fan of them. they scared you a little and you were always nervous when elvis was out riding them. "c'mon honey, let's have a little fun. three laps around the house, bet i can beat ya!"

"oh i don't know, these things scare me a little." you chuckled nervously.

"come on! i promise you'll be okay, i'll be right behind you. or in front of you, however it goes." he begged.

you let out a huff, caving in. "alright, fine."

elvis taught you how to drive them, giving you a quick run down and giving you the safety talk. he strapped you in before getting in his own kart, strapping himself in. "you're on, presley."

elvis smirked at you, "whatever you say!"

he counted down and off you went, speeding around graceland with elvis right behind you as the wind flew through your hair. it was a new experience for you, almost a little scary. but you laughed and yelled along with elvis, enjoying the ride. elvis loved seeing you happy, full of excitement. he turned a awful day into a good one. when he's with the guys, he'd play dirty. but because it's you and it's your birthday, he was gonna play nice. even if that meant letting you win, which he did. you pulled into the front where you both first started, hopping out of the kart and jumping up and down as elvis pulled after you. "in your face! i told you! who's the winner now!"

elvis stepped out of the kart, shaking his head in defeat. "goddamn, you're crazy." he laughed.

"it's my birthday! im allowed to brag." you crossed your arms.

"okay, tone it down a notch." he pulled you close to him, kissing you. "lettin' you get away with it cause it's your birthday."

"best birthday ever." you grinned. "maybe i don't hate my birthday anymore."

"now that's what i wanna hear." he wrapped his arms around your waist, gazing into your eyes with all the love in the world. "happy birthday baby, let's go have some real fun now."

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