#elvis biopic

[aliengoth3]

New unseen video of Elvis and Lisa at Graceland in 1971 during Christmas

[butlers-bitch]

just like wow

[lovingdilfs]

Guys… he finally did it! He gave us the jungle room scene! Respectfully thank you Baz! Finally giving us what we need! And the way Austin is looking is… I-I’m speechless!

[seredelgi]

Elvis Presley performing in Tupelo, Mississippi (September 27th, 1957)

I’d do anything to watch him go crazy on that stage.

[teejluvsdilfs]

Nonono you don’t understand.. I NEED HIM. BAD.

[eddiesgorlie]

Her protector (Austin edition)

Austin Butler x Reader (Elvis version is coming soon!)

Summary: Austin, Y/n’s best friend comes to her rescue on her birthday when her abusive boyfriend gets angry.

Warnings: Abusive partner, broken glass, domestic violence, blood, smut, oral F receiving, after care.

Jamie, my boyfriend, I loved him but he had a temper, but doesn’t everyone? Austin, my childhood best friend hated him for that. Yes, Jamie hit me more than once but I said the wrong thing and it set him off, I shouldn’t have pushed his buttons. Today was my 30th birthday and Austin was coming over to celebrate, my two favorite men in the same room, two arch enemies in the same room. It was Sunday so I knew not to even make a peep to Jamie until half time of his favorite football teams games. I stood in the kitchen making my birthday cake, red velvet with pink cream cheese icing. It was 12:30 and Austin was arriving at 1:30. Finally at 1:00 I had the cake baked and almost cooled so I decided to get dressed, I wore a black sweetheart neckline above the knee dress with flutter sleeves. I put my apron on to protect my dress as I frosted the cake, just as I was carrying the glass bowl of frosting, my cat was behind me and I tripped over her, the glass bowl shattering, small pieces of glass were in my hands, mittens the cat, of course unscathed.

“Babe? Can you help me? I’m sorry to bother you!” I yelled. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, angry. Fuck fuck fuck. “What did I tell you about bothering me during my games? Get your ass up.” He spat. I tried to stand up without feeling the glass imbedding in my hands, failing miserably I whined. “Oh shut up.” He said. The moment I stood up he pushed me against the wall. “Are we clear?” He said through gritted teeth. “Crystal.” I spat. “Watch your tone!” He said as he punched me across the face. Just then, the front door opened and Austin watched as fell to the ground, landing on broken glass. I was dizzy and vision blurry, all I could hear was yelling and the sound of skin hitting skin until a loud thump hit the ground. “Come ‘ere.” He said picking me up bridal style. I screamed and kicked until I open my eyes to see Austin holding me. “Its just me, your ok.” He said with sad eyes. “Don’t look back.” He said. I nodded and leaned my head against his chest. He walked out to his car and laid me in the backseat, sitting next to me as he looked me over for injuries. I shook, skin pale as I was in shock, he’d never hit me like that.

“Look at me Y/n.” Austin said. I met his blue eyes, mine filling with tears. “Your ok now, your ok. Are you hurt at all?” He asked. I showed him my hands that were now bleeding a lot worse. “Let’s get you to my house, I’ll take care of you there.” He said, kissed my forehead and got in the drivers seat. I whined as the shock wore off. “A-austin.” I said. “What’s going on? Do you need help? Here I’ll pull over.” He said. “No!” I yelled. “Hey, what’s going on, talk to me.” He said. “Are we almost to your house? M-my hands hurt.” I said. “We’ll be there in a couple of minutes and I’ll get that all taken care of.” He said.

The rest of the drive was silent which was very strange for Austin, he always had the oldies station on the radio. It made me upset since I knew I was the reason it was silent, we should be at the house right now, Austin, Jamie and I should be enjoying cake but instead I had to mess it up. “We’re here.” He said, putting the car into park. He opened the car door for me and helped me out. “Go lay on the bed, I’ll grab the first aid kit.” He said, nodding towards his room. “Okay.” I said as I walked to his room. I made myself comfortable on his bed as I inspected my hands, they hurt, almost as much as my face hurt. He walked in to the room with a washcloth and first aid kit, I opened my mouth to talk but quickly tasted iron on my tongue. “Austin.” I said. “Yeah?” He asked, setting his “doctors station” up. “Is my nose broken?” I sighed. “Let me look.” He said. His gentle hands carefully touched my nose as he inspected it. “It doesn’t look broken, I think it’s just bleeding.” He said. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. Humor is in fact my coping mechanism. “Hey, don’t cry.” He said. “Do you have any tampons?” I asked, slightly laughing through my tears. “No, I don’t.” He said, grabbing tissues from his bedside table.

“Doesn’t your girlfriend have any?” I asked. “Nope.” He said. “Oh, she’s one of those girls that likes to play it risky.” I said. “Y/n, we broke up 3 months ago.” He spat. “I-I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “We haven’t talked in 4.” He said. “4? That can’t be right.” I said. “It is, want me to pull up the texts? Lot’s of one sided conversations.” He said. “I’m sorry, he- he just didn’t want me talking to a lot of people. I’m sorry about your girl.” I said. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine, we never really romantically connected in my opinion.” He said. I held the tissue to my nose as I thought back on our history together. Of course, when you’re best friends at such a young age and you grow into teenagers and hormones kick in you get curious, he was the first boy that ever touched me and my first kiss. It was so special but of course, I played it off after with an “Ew” like he did, I always have wondered if he meant that “Ew”.

I watched as he grabbed tweezers and started moving towards my hand to take out the glass. “Are those eyebrow tweezers?” I asked. “Yes they are, they’re all I have. I can use my big fingers instead.” He said with a laugh. “I think your fingers are quite nice, actually.” I said, not thinking about what I’d just said. His cheeks tinted pink but he brushed it off. “Are you going to go back to him?” He asked. “Um, I might. I love him, he just has his moments, like all of us.” I shrugged. “Oh, all of us hit their girlfriends over a football game, even when they’re hurt?” He asked. “I don’t mean it like that, he just handles his anger differently.” I said. “Oh ok, so when he punches you thats just him expressing himself?” He asked. “Drop it.” I said. “Fine.” He spat and continued his torturous work on my hands.

“Fuck!” I yelled as he worked a large piece out of my skin. “I’m sorry, it’s almost out.” He said. “Oh that’s all you’re sorry about?” I said. “I’m sorry for commenting on your relationship.” He sighed. “I’m 30 now, you have to let me make my own choices.” I said meeting his sad eyes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt again.” He said. “I’ll think about it. What do I do though? He supports me.” I said. “You can stay here.” Austin said as he carefully wrapped my hands in thin layers of gauze. “No way, with all the girls you bring in here I don’t want to hear… y’all.” I said. “If you’re here, I wouldn’t want to bring any girls home.” He said, his eyes meeting mine. There was something different in his eyes, a questioning look. “I don’t want you to have to quit your bachelor life because of me.” I said. “It would be the best thing I’ve ever quit.” He said, his face inching closer to mine. I felt his breath fan over my lips before I leaned forward and crashed my lips onto his. His hands buried into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. I moaned as his tongue made it’s entrance into my mouth, massaging against my own tongue.

He pulled away from me to catch our breaths but never disconnected our bodies. He pulled me into his lap and started his assault on the sensitive skin of my neck. “Aus..” I moaned as he nipped at my skin. “God, I love you.” He said meeting my eyes, his full of love and lust. “I love you.” I said, grinding my hips down onto his looking for some type of friction. His hips bucked up against mine. I reached down towards the hem of my dress and looked at Austin for help. “Help me? My hands.” I said. His hand reached behind me and slowly dragged the zipper of my dress down, my nerves on fire with every touch. He pulled the dress over my head and my arms rested at my sides. “These were meant for him to see, weren’t they?” Austin asked, playing with the little bow on the front of my pink bra. “Yes..” I mumbled. “And this pretty wet pussy?” He asked, his fingers rubbing over my slit through the fabric of my panties. “Yes.” I said. “Did he ever eat this pretty pussy?” He asked as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, a big wet spot left on them. “Yes.” I said. “Did he make you cum?” He asked, his lips placing kisses on my inner thighs. “No.” I said. “Well that explains why you’re so wet for me, you’ve had to take care of yourself for so long.” He said.

“Yes…” I moaned as he licked a stripe up my dripping pussy, my injured hands carefully burying themselves in his hair. “Oh my God!” I yelled as he took my clit into his mouth, sucking and slightly nipping at it. “Good girl.” He said against my pussy, the vibration making my legs shake. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked. “Very.” I said, just as his fingers dipped inside of me, curling against my G-spot. I felt a strong heat building before it snapped, a gush of liquid coming out of my pussy. “Oh my God!” I yelled as I humped his face. Austin, my best friend Austin, made me squirt. My legs shook and my vision white as I rode out the orgasm, Austin not quitting his assault on my pussy. “What a good girl. You got your cum all over me.” He said, rising from the floor as he pulled his soaked shirt off, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He hovered over me and lightly stroked my cheek where a bruise was forming. “Are you feeling ok?” He asked. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, it was amazing.” I said with a small laugh. “I love you.” He said, his lips connecting with mine. My hand carefully reached down to his pants and squeezed his hard cock.

He pulled away from the kiss with a groan. “You need a little help there?” I asked, smiling. “Only if you want to continue.” He said. “Yes.” I said. He stood up from the bed and unbuckled his belt and pulled his black jeans from his body, his boxers following, revealing his large cock. He climbed back on top of me and unclipped my bra before lining up with my entrance. He stroked himself a few times and pushed in, stretching out my walls. He held my hip with one hand and took my breasts in the other, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “You feel amazing, better than I imagined.” He said, his lips placing kisses on my breasts as he thrusted into me. “You’ve imagined this before?” I asked breathlessly, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Since I was 15.” He said against my skin. “So you didn’t mean ew? That has been my daily question for the past 16 years. I said with a small laugh. “Of course not. So that means you’ve imagined this before?” He asked. “Only thing that could get me off.” I said with a moan as he rubbed circles over my clit. “Just like that.” I said.

He continued thrusting hard into me, his balls slapping against my skin. The warmth started building up again and I knew I was close. “I’m going to cum.” I said into his neck as I pulled him closer to me. “Me too, baby.” He said. Him calling me “Baby” threw me over the edge and I clenched around his cock. He thrusted into me as I rode out my orgasm. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself, cumming onto my stomach as I clenched around nothing. He collapsed onto me, his head burying into my neck. “I love you.” He said as we caught our breathes. “I love you so much, Aus.” I said.

He grabbed tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself and I up before crawling into bed next to me, pulling the blankets over us and holding me close to his chest. “I’m not going back.” I said as I placed kisses on his chest. “Thank you.” He said, kissing my head.

[butler-trouble]

The Notebook - Austin Butler

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A/N: I know it’s been a while but I’m back! This is an idea that I’ve been thinking about for months so please enjoy! I know it’s very short but I have more ideas coming. I am so thankful for all of you and the love you guys show me! Once again, requests are always open on my page!

Rating: Anyone, only tooth rotting fluff

Warning(s): Super cute and fluffy, Austin being a cutie, reenactment of the notebook’s Ferris wheel scene

Prompt: After a long day of work on set, you find yourself on the ferris wheel awaiting for Austin to finish. When he comes back, Austin has a trick up his sleeve and re-enacts The Notebook ferris wheel scene.

Word Count: 1,097 - just a short little blurb

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"Aaaand cut!” Baz exclaimed.

Tom and Austin relaxed in their seats on the ferris wheel, awaiting further instructions from Baz. They had been shooting the carnival scenes for a few days and today was the final wrap with the ferris wheel scene.

Austin leaned back against the seat and spoke with Tom for a moment, his eyes catching yours amongst the camera crew. Your lips spread into a smile as your cheeks begin to flush pink, causing a crooked smile to appear on Austin’s lips.

You had been with Austin for almost two years and you two have been almost inseparable since. When the Elvis movie first came to fruition, you managed to get a job as part of the camera crew. As a camerawoman, you got to enjoy each scene and make sure Baz’s vision comes to fruition. It also helped that you got to see your handsome boyfriend everyday and in Elvis attire nonetheless.

“I think we’ve got everything we need for the day. Let’s meet back up here at 7 am and pick back up at this scene.” Baz said in satisfaction, dismissing all for the night.

Once Tom and Austin were lowered from the ferris wheel, Austin made his way towards you in anticipation. You had started shutting down the camera equipment as he came close.

“Hey, Aus,” You said sweetly as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist as your arms find their way around his neck.

“Hey, darlin’,” Austin said with that southern twang he had been studying for a while now. You let out a small giggle before placing a soft kiss on his lips, a low hun from Austin vibrating against your lips.

“I’ve been waiting all day for that,” He said with a cheesy smile, causing another giggle to rise from you. “You’re making me blush,” You whine softly as your cheeks began to turn a dark shade of pink. He pressed kisses against your heated cheeks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“I’m gonna go get changed and out of makeup, I’ll be back in a bit and we can head out,” You nodded at his words, pecking his lips once more before he disappeared to his dressing room. You spun around back towards the equipment, ensuring the equipment is ready for filming the next day.

People began to clear from the room, leaving you alone in the carnival set to wait for Austin. After looking around to ensure you’re alone, you step towards the scene and admire the work put into it. All the lights, the banners, the fake stalls, it all looked so beautiful.

As you approach the ferris wheel, Austin walked back towards the set in his casual clothing. In your admiration, you didn’t hear him walking towards you as you sat down onto the ferris wheel seat closest to the ground.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Austin asked, inching closer towards you. Your eyes snap towards his direction as you finally recognize his presence. “Hm?” You hummed as you cross your legs out of habit.

A grin slowly appeared from the corners of Austin’s plump lips, an idea forming in his mind. Instead of answering, he stepped towards the controls and pushed the button to start the ferris wheel.

In surprise, your eyes widen for a moment but you began to smile as you began to elevate into the air. Austin began running towards the ferris wheel, gripping his large hands onto the metal bars as he dangled from them. You let out a soft gasp before realizing what he was doing.

Austin pulled himself up into the seat, looking over at you with a wide grin. “I’m Austin, Austin Butler. It’s really nice to meet you,” He stuck his hand out, imitating Noah from The Notebook. You couldn’t help the grin that plastered onto your face, given that The Notebook is your favorite romance movie ever.

“I would really like to take you out,” He continued as the ferris wheel stopped close to the top, something they had programmed for the set. Following the scene, you don’t respond and just look into his eyes.

Before you know it, Austin jumps from his seat and grabs onto the pole above your head. He gripped the pole tightly as his legs dangle in the air, facing you. “Y/N will you go out with me?” He asked once more.

“What? No!” You respond as Allie would, the grin never escaping your lips. “Why not?” He asked, his grip remaining tight on the pole as he held himself up. His crystal blue eyes were focused on you in the seat.

“Because I don’t want to,” You respond in Allie’s stubborn tone, pretending to be shocked by his actions.

“Well, you leave me no other choice then,” He trailed off, his eyes flickering from you to the ground and back to you. In a moment, Austin drops one of his arms resulting in a small scream from you. He dangled from one arm, trying to fight the grin from appearing on his face as he looked into your eyes again.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time…” He trailed off, “Will you, or will you not, go out with me?” He started. “Goddamn my hand’s slippin’,” He stated, perfectly aligned to Noah as he pretends to slip.

You act in shock, flustered from such an act. “Okay, okay fine I’ll go out with you,” You reconcile, pretending like you don’t want to.

“Aw now don’t do me any favors,” He teases.

“No, no, I want to! Yes!” You exclaim back to him.

“Say it.” Austin instructed, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes. “I want to go out with you.” You say unenthusiastically.

“Say it again,” He said teasingly, continuing to dangle from the pole. “I want to go out with you!” You exclaim. A grin breaks out onto his face as he puts both palms back onto the pole, “Alright, alright, I’ll go out with you.” He finished, staring into your eyes for a moment. You let out a soft laugh as swung off the pole and into the seat beside you.

“I love you,” You whispered to him, his arm rested behind you as he leaned towards your face. The heat from his skin radiated onto yours, causing you to pull closer to him. “and I love you,” Austin responded happily before closing the gap, pressing his lips softly against yours. As if on cue, the ferris wheel began to rotate again but you never wanted the ferris wheel to reach the bottom.

[kurtskrow]

[sagesolsticewrites]

Hugh always giving us the Elvis x Dixie content we deserve 🥰 (via Hugh Stewart on Instagram)

[ranaissingle]

Masterlist

Smut - ✨ Fluff - ⛅️ Angst- 🌧️ Slice of Life- 🌍

Austin Butler Series

Coffee or Tea 🌍🌧️⛅️✨

Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. The reader notices Austin and chaos ensues

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt.4 pt.5 (completed) Drabbles/Requests

I'm Yours 🌧️⛅️

Summary: Non-famous reader x Austin where she’s just feeling really out of place and she worries Austin senses it and wants to break up so she’s been distancing herself but he really loves her

Take Me Home✨⛅️ 🌍

Summary: Reader and Austin have a lazy day together at home with some smut at the end.

Are You Gonna Be My Girl ⛅️ 🌍

Summary: Austin proposes to the reader in like the cutest most loving way

Lost On You 🌧️ ⛅️

Summary: The reader is at a bar and gets harassed by a drunk dude. Austin to the rescue

Right Here ⛅️

Summary: The reader and Austin spend a day at home when the Oscar nominations come out and the reader comforts an insecure Austin the day before.

In My Mind

Summary: Reader exists in the same circle as Austin and has been head over heels in love with him for years but she never speaks up over the course of their friendship until a new years party.

Austin!Elvis and/or Elvis Presley

Drabbles/Requests

Sex, Drugs, etc. 🌧️

Summary: The reader decides to surprise Elvis for his birthday by bringing herself and the children to visit him, though it doesn’t go to plan. Reader and the children walk into the suite to see Elvis in the company of several ladies.

Girls Just Want to Have Fun ✨⛅️

Summary: What if Elvis' girlfriend sees them play football and wants in on the fun?

King For A Day ⛅️🌍

Summary: where Elvis and the reader spend a day together and just do fun stuff (like go to Club Handy) for his birthday.

[aliengoth3]

Guess who forgot to post this one? It took me about 100 layers of colour and quite some hours to finish it

How to support me:

[butlers-bitch]

pics of Austin you took 📸😉

[lovingdilfs]

No cause these pictures! Look how cute they are! Look at Priscilla’s hand! LOOK AT ELVIS HAND STROKING HER BELLY!!! I WANT! - I would be getting so many butterflies!

[darlingyougotthis]

I Got You Darlin’

I Got You Darlin’

Elvis Presley x Reader

(Part 2)

Priscilla is not included in this story. I appreciate how important she is in Elvis’ life but for the purposes of this story I will not be including her. Also, I will be referring to some of the scenes from Baz Luhrmann’ Elvis movie. This is for context and to elaborate on the timeline of the story.

2.8K Word Count

1955

Over the 21 days that Elvis was gone you tried to keep yourself distracted from missing him, but nothing worked. Of course, you still had your work in the diner to keep you busy but that only occupied some much of your time. You had tried reading, but you missed having Elvis there to read to you as you lay against his chest. Your tried listening to the radio, but they would play Elvis’ songs, and as much you loved hearing his voice it made you miss him more. You spent a lot of time with Gladys, listening and laughing to the stories she would tell you about Elvis growing up. You found nights the hardest. Before Elvis left you would spend your nights talking to him on the phone or spending time at his house, listening to him play his guitar and singing, or sitting on the sofa together talking until it was time for Elvis to drive you home.

Now, you spend your nights missing him.

Elvis kept to his promise and called you every day. He would tell you all about his shows and how people (especially the girls) reacted to him when he was on stage, “It’s insane, Sweetheart. I mean these girls, they go crazy. Screamin’ my name and throwin’ all sorts of stuff on stage,” he said with a chuckle. Hearing this didn’t worry you though, you trusted Elvis with all your heart, and you knew he would never betray you. You let out a small giggle and replied “It sounds like they are really enjoying the show, E” “I think they are, Baby. Coronel has even given me more time to sing in the show.” You could hear the excitement in his voice which made you to smile, “That’s great, E! I’m so proud of you.”

Elvis could hear the happiness in your voice. God, he missed you so much. He sighed and sat on the hotel bed and looked around the room. He realised, in that moment, he was completely alone, and he would’ve given anything to have you there with him. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Elvis? Darling? You still there?” “Yeah, Doll. Sorry. I’m still here,” “You, okay? You’ve went awfully quiet?” He heard the concern in your voice. He let out another sigh, running his hand through his hair. “I just – I. I wish you were here, ya know. I’m missin’ you so damn much Baby. I mean, I’m grateful for this opportunity n’all and I’m lovin’ being on the stage, but I’m so goddamn lonely and being away from you is killin’ me, Honey. I just wish you were here with me, so that when I look out into the audience, I could see you’re there.” The sadness in his voice as he spoke, broke your heart. You closed your eyes trying to hold back your tears. You held the phone tightly in your hand as you let out a shaky breath before speaking, “Elvis, no matter where you are in this world, no matter how close or far away you are, I will always be with you. Even when you can’t see me, I’m always going to be right there, in your heart. I miss you so much and I cannot wait for the day you come home. But until then, every time you feel lonely, I want you to place your hand over your heart and tap it three times. That will remind you, that even though you can’t see me, I am there with you and that I love you so much. Okay?” You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore; they rolled down your cheeks as you waited for him to answer. Elvis nodded his head despite you being unable to see it and whispered “Okay, Baby.” He opened his mouth to say something else when a knock came to his door interrupting him and a voice shouted “Come on, EP. It’s time to go!” Elvis closed his eyes and removed the phone from his ear before shouting in return, “Yeah, I’ll be there in minute!” He sighed and brought the phone back up to his ear, “Honey, I gott-…” “I know, it’s okay.” “I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.” “Speak to you tomorrow, I love you, E.”

After that phone call, Elvis remembered what you had told him to do and after every performance he would hold his hand over his heart and tap three times. He had girls falling at his feet, screaming his name, waiting outside his hotel room but his mind never strayed from you. Not once. Many had thrown themselves at him but he’s politely turn them down. He had your heart and you had his and nothing would stand in the way of that.

But some people tried.

One night after his performance Elvis found himself standing alone in middle of the carnival, deep in thought. His life, in the last few weeks had changed so much. He being all the way in Florida and family back in Memphis. The girls. The shows at night and the travelling during the day. He was overwhelmed by it all. He wanted to make his Mama proud. And you. When it came to you, Elvis wanted to give you the world. You supported him and stood by him through all of this and he wanted to show how much he appreciated you. He was pulled out his thoughts by Bill calling his name and pointing him in the direction of the fun house. Elvis smiled and ran to catch up with them laughing as they all entered. They reached the mirror maze and somehow Elvis found himself separated from the others. He moved around confused, touching the mirrors trying to find a way out. His confusion turned to surprise as he saw the Colonel appear in the mirror front of him, “Lost my boy?” Elvis stepped forward, “Colonel Parker?” but the Colonel’s cane tapped Elvis’s shoulder making him spin around. “You seem lost,” “I guess I am.” Elvis chuckled. “Ah. Yes. The roar of the audience. The life on the road. And then calling home to you loved pretending nothing has changed, when everything has…Yes. Lost.” Elvis stared at the Colonel for a second, taking in his words. How could he have known what he was thinking? Elvis shook his head slightly and played off his surprise at the Colonel’s words. “I’m sorry, Sir. I mean I don’t know the way out.” He said as he gestured around him. “Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. I saw you. Apart from all the others. Burdened. Like you don’t know how to get out of this.” The Colonel paced around Elvis as he spoke, stopping in front of him. “But I do.” He then reached down and pushed open a door and walked through it. Curiously, Elvis followed. The Colonel proceeded to show him around behind the carnival, showing him the people and explaining how he perfected the art of the ‘snow job’.

He took Elvis up on the Ferris Wheel and told him how he could make him a star. Promising him, RCA, Hollywood, movies, television. Elvis was hooked on every word. Until, “To achieve truly great things, one must make truly great sacrifices. Meaning, you will need to be free of any ‘entanglements’.” Elvis knew what the Colonel was referring too. Or most important, who. “Colonel. No disrespect, Sir but I can’t do that.” His heart was pounding in his chest, he swore it was going to burst out. “My boy, show business is snow business. The fans must believe that you are always available.” Elvis shook his head and clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry, Colonel Parker. She’s, my girl. I love her. She has stood by me through all this. I’m not leaving her. There must be another way.” Elvis looked down and closed his eyes. Losing you would break him. Colonel Parker stared at Elvis for a moment, he could see how serious this was to him. How serious you were to him. He had no choice but to compromise with Elvis on this. “I believe there may be another way. However, it was will require sacrifice for the both of you.” Elvis picked his head up to look at Colonel Parker as he listened to the proposal.

You had been sitting with the Presley family when Elvis called. He was coming home tomorrow and you couldn’t have been more delighted. Gladys too. That was all she spoke about. She had truly missed her son so much. As proud as she was of him, she wanted him home safely. You couldn’t blame her. You felt the same. It had a long time without him around. The phone sat on a table in the hallway next to the sitting room. When the phone rang, Gladys jumped out her seat to answer it. While Gladys spoke to Elvis, you made conversation with Vernon and Elvis’ Grandmother discussing your work and Elvis’ return. Suddenly you heard Gladys say “She’s right here.” She removed the phone from her ear and leaned around the doorway, “He wants to talk to you, Sweetie.” You stood up and thanked her, taking the phone from her and holding it up to your ear. She sat back down to give you space to talk with Elvis. “Hello Elvis.” “Hey, Baby. How are you?” You smiled when you heard his voice. “I’m good, Honey. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait to see you either, Doll. You better be waitin’ for me when I get home.” He laughed. “Of course, I’ll be here. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” You replied with a light laugh. “Good, cause I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He said cheekily. “Elvis!” You scolded with a giggle. “Your parents are in the next room. Behave.” You whisper yelled to him. You heard him laughing on the other end of the phone. “Sorry, Doll. Just can’t help myself.” He responded in a low, quiet voice. “It’s been too long since I held you.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks at the thought of Elvis holding you in the way that he does. He likes to bring you as close to him as possible, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest. You’d have one hand on his chest and the other around his shoulder. He’d rest his head on the top of your head as you rested yours against his shoulder. You’d be standing so close you could feel him breathing. It calmed you. When Elvis had you in his arms it was as if only you two existed. You couldn’t wait to feel that again. “It has been a while, E. You’re home tomorrow though, and I’ll hold you and never let go. Ever.” You laughed. “I look forward to it, Baby.” He replied.

“C’mon Loverboy! If you wanna make get home by tomorrow we gotta leave now.” Scotty called. Elvis turned around and held up his finger telling he’d be there in a second. “Listen, Baby. I gotta go. But I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you” “Love you too, Honey.” You hung up the phone and made your way through to Vernon and Gladys. You sat down with a smile. “Someone’s happy. What did he say?” Vernon stated looking to you. That he can’t wait to get hands on me. “Oh, nothing much. Just about how excited he is about coming home.” You answered sweetly. Vernon smiled and glanced down at his watched, “Oh my. Look at the time. I need to get you home.” You nodded and rose from you seat straightening your dress as you do so. “Goodbye, Mrs Presley. Thank you for a lovely dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say as you hug Gladys. “Goodbye, sweetie. See you then.” You then followed Vernon out to the car and got in the passenger seat.

“Thank you for driving me home, Mr Presley.” You thanked him when he pulled up outside your house. “No problem. Goodnight, dear.” “Goodnight, Mr Presley.” You walked up the steps to your home and gave Vernon a wave as he drove off. You spent the night tossing and turning unable to sleep with excitement. When morning arrived, you got yourself ready in Elvis favourite outfit, and styling your hair just the way he liked it before bouncing downstairs. “Morning, Daddy.” You said as you skipped past him. “Morning, Pumpkin.” He replied, lifting his eyes from the newspaper for a brief second to respond. “Good morning, Mama.” You greeted her as you entered the kitchen. “Good morning, Dearest. Today is the day, isn’t it?” “Yes, Mama. He is coming home today. I can’t wait to see him.” You beamed at her. You heard a horn blast from outside. “That’s Vernon hear for you, Pumpkin.” Your father called from the front room. You hugged both your parents before running out the door to the car.

In a few minutes Elvis would be home. You could barely contain your excitement as you stood at the window with Gladys and Vernon waiting for his car to arrive. It felt like an eternity before you saw the flash of the yellow vehicle making it way down the road. Your eyes lit up and you gasped, “He’s home,” and turned to Mr and Mrs Presley with a smile. “Come along Sweetie.” Gladys said as she made her way to the door. You all headed outside, you walking behind Mr and Mrs Presley.  As you walked down the last of the steps you heard the car door close. The sound made you look up. Your heart swelled as you watched Elvis practically run to Gladys and envelope her in his arms. “Hey. Hey. No tears. I’m home now, Satnin.” You overheard him say to his mother as she cried into his shoulder. He held her for a moment more before turning his attention to his father. “Hey, Daddy.” “Hey, Son. We’ve missed ya.” Vernon said as he pulled Elvis in for a hug patting him on the back “I’ve missed everyone too.” They let go of one another as Elvis finally turned to you. “There’s my girl!”

Elvis made his way towards you and when he finally reached you, he pulled you close to him. Closer than he’d ever held you. He buried his face your hair taking in the smell of your perfume. His hands found your hips and yours wrapped around his shoulders and gripped the shirt he was wearing. You both stood like that for a while. Embracing one another. Neither one wanting to let go. “I’ve missed you so much, Baby.” Elvis muttered into hair. “I’ve missed you too, E. It wasn’t the same while you were gone. I am so glad you’re home.” You said as you pulled away, you brought your head up to look at him. He mimicked your action and brought his head up to look at you. He moved his gaze from your eyes to your lips and without hesitation he leaned in and placed his lips on yours. He tightened his grip on your hips and pulled you in to him. You hands found their way to chest. Your lips moved together in perfect sync, like they were made to fit together. Elvis pulled back slightly to rest his forehead on yours and whispered, “I’ve missed doing that.” You giggled and said “I’ve missed you doing that.” bringing your lips to his once more for a quick peck. He gave you a smile and wink before walking back to the car to help his father collect his things.

Once you were all back inside, Gladys made her way to the kitchen to start making lunch for everyone. You went to assist her but Elvis had another idea. He grabbed you hand, lead you to his room and closed the door, slightly. “Elvis. What are you doing?” you asked as he guided you over the bed and you both sat facing each other. “I just wanted some time alone with you.” You smiled at this and squeezed his hand that was still holding yours. “So, did you enjoy your time on the road?” You asked. “Most of it. The shows were great, ya know. The audience loved it and so did The Colonel.” He responded looking at you. “Sounds incredible, E.” You expressed. “It was. The Colonel told me he could make me a star. Sayin’ things like if he represented me exclusively, I could be in movies and on television and get recording contracts.” His eye were now focused on the your hand that was wrapped in his. “Elvis. This all sounds amazing.” He nodded at you and stood up, letting go of you hand. “It does, Baby. I mean it is great…”He paced the room before turning his back to you. “But,”

“But what Elvis?”

“It means things will to need change…with us.”

Hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. I’ll put a post up announcing when I’m going to post Part 3 soon. 😊

[kingdomforapony]

This is the place that made me cry @Graceland today. Yeah, the racquetball court. Why, you ask?!

Let me start by saying that I had the most magical day in Memphis today.

Yes, Graceland is a very commercial endeavour. But, it's also Elvis' real home and you can still feel his presence in these rooms and see some amazing things.

(The TV room was my fav by the way.)

Before the tour ended, I also got to see some special items, like his reading glasses and even hold one of Elvis' boots 😱

I equally loved the exhibitions in the complex across the road. No words can describe what you feel when seeing THE suit from the 68 Special (you all know which one I mean😏) or when you enter the room with all the jumpsuits on display.

I could post a hundred photos and not do it justice.

The ELVIS film exhibit is small but amazing. Seeing some of those script pages and handwritten dialogues by Baz makes me appreciate his craft even more. As did seeing Austin's costumes.

Now, back to the racquetball court. This is the last "building" on the mansion tour, before the Meditation Garden, and the tourguide talked about Elvis' death there. I wasn't paying much attention to him to be honest. When I went into the enclosed section of the court, I was alone in there for a short moment and Unchained Melody started playing. They timed that really well.🥲😢

If you have the time, go to Memphis. It's worth it!! You don't have to book VIP tours, they give you ipad guides and it's still such an amazing experience! And I didn't even talk about his cars, planes, books, clothes, golden records....

I wanted to thank @plasticfantasticl0ver who fangirled with me hard during Oscars season and convinced me to book an UVIP tour (thank you! It was so worth it!). And also kudos to @peaceloveelvis who answered all my random lastminute questions 😆 This fandom is amazing!

[eddiesgorlie]

Her Protector Pt.1 (Elvis Edition)

Summary: Y/n, the only female member of the Memphis Mafia and also the girlfriend of Red West. After she is assaulted by Red, Elvis takes care of her.

Warnings: SA, cussing, blood.

Word count: 1,840

(Not to be dramatic, but this GIF has me weak.)

I met 21 year old Elvis just about a year ago when I began dating Red West. Elvis had always been so gracious, allowing me to stay at his house when things got bad at home and inviting me to things that only the Memphis Mafia were invited to.

Things had gotten bad at home, I called Red and he came to pick me up to stay at Graceland. I met Red at school, he was something….Special, but he always took care of me. The feeling of relief that came over me when we walked into Graceland, the smell of Gladys’s home cooking, the sound of the Memphis Mafia laughing and Elvis’s laugh overpowering them all.

“EP, I’ve got, Y/n.” Red yelled. “Oh, bring her in man!” Elvis yelled. We both walked into the living room and got comfortable on the couches. “How you doing?” Elvis asked, looking at me. “Oh, good. Do you mind if I stay the night tonight?” I asked. He nodded, understanding. “Of course, stay as long as you need.” He said. “Thank you, Elvis. I promise I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.” I said. “Boys, dinner is ready!” Gladys’s yelled from the kitchen. The boys got up and ran to the kitchen, except for Elvis, he walked slowly next to me. “I’m sorry it’s not good at home. You’re welcome here anytime for as long as you need.” Elvis said with a smile. “I really appreciate that, EP.” I said. We walked into the dining room and I sat next to Red.

Dinner wasn’t too eventful, we all just enjoyed some delicious food and caught up. I always enjoyed this simple dinners though. “I’m going to head to bed, thank you Mrs. Presley.” Jerry said as he got up from the table and carried his plate to the kitchen. “We should probably do the same.” Red said as he stood up. “Thank you, Mr and Mrs Presley.” I said as I grabbed our plates. “Don’t worry about it, dear. We’ll clean everything up.” She said with a smile. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Of course, get some rest.” She said. I nodded with a smile and followed Red to his room. His room was small, but nice. I always left a small bag of “Necessities” in the room. I went into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and crawled into bed.

Red laid down next to me and immediately pulled me into a kiss and climbed on top of me, which led to his hands on my breasts and sliding down between my legs. I choked on the kiss and pulled away. “No, not yet.” I said, pushing his hand away. “But, baby I want you.” He said. “I’m not ready, Red. We talked about this.” I said. “Come on, you’re just nervous.” He said as he pulled my shirt over my head. “Red, stop. I don’t want this.” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “Oh don’t flatter yourself, you know you want me.” He said, pulling my pajama shorts off of my hips. My hands fought to stop him from undressing me but I lost. He had won.

Elvis’s POV

I sat in the TV room with my peanut butter banana sandwich on a plate in front of me. I was about to head to bed when Red walked into the room. “Damn.” He said smiling as he walked over to the bar. “You seem happy.” I said, nodding to him. “I sure am, Y/n is damn good.” He said as he poured himself a drink. “One drink, Red. Are you saying what I think you mean?” I asked. “Her pussy is damn tight.” Red said, shaking his head. “Watch it. We don’t kiss and tell in this house.” I snapped, pointing my finger at him. “Oh come on, EP. You know you want to fuck her.” He said. “You better watch what you say next.” I spat as I stood up, walking over to him. “She’s my girl, I can say whatever I want about her.” He said. “Get out of my Goddamn house.” I said, grabbing him by the neck of his shirt. “Fuck you.” Red said. “Get the hell out.” I said, storming out of the room and walking up to my bedroom. As I passed Red’s room, I heard small whimpers and cries.

Y/n’s POV

After Red left, I tried to wrap my exposed body in the blanket, as I was in too much pain to grab my clothes off the floor. I pulled my pillow into my chest, buried my face into it and cried. The memories from the past half hour flooded my mind, the pain making me shake. I heard the door squeak and I buried my head deeper into the pillow. “No, more. Please!” I sobbed. “It’s just me. Its just Elvis.” His soft voice said, coming closer to me. I lifted my head and looked at him as he squatted down next to the bed. “What happened?” He asked softly. “He-um-he.” I said before breaking down again. “You weren’t ready.” He said, it wasn’t a question. “I wasn’t. He promised he’d wait.” I cried. “Come ‘ere. Let’s get you out of here.” He said. I nodded and he started slowly lifting me, making sure the blanket had me covered. I whimpered as he lifted me. “What’s going on?” He asked, searching my face. “Hurts.” I cried. “Where? Where are you hurting?” I pointed between my legs. “Down there.” I whispered. “Take a deep breath for me, I’m going to get my mama.” Elvis said, slowly laying me back down. “No! I don’t want anyone knowing.” I said.

“Y/n, you’re in pain and I don’t know what to do. I’m getting mama or I’m calling the doctor.” He said. “No, you can help me. You can help me.” I said. He looked at his arm that was placed under my legs, noticing blood. He looked at the white sheet wrapped around me to notice more blood. “You’re bleeding.” He said. He stood up and left the room. “No! Don’t leave me!” I cried.

I laid there, trying to catch my breath and failing miserably until I saw Elvis coming back into the room, his mom behind him. “Oh, Y/n sweetie.” She said, covering her mouth. She kneeled down next to the bed and stroked my cheek. I looked up to see Elvis had left the room, I felt vulnerable. “I’m going to look, we need to see if you need a doctor. Is that ok?” She asked. I nervously nodded and she barely lifted up the blanket. “I’ll be right back, sweetie.” She said and stood up, walking back in the hall where Elvis was standing.

After a few moments Elvis came back into the room and walked over to me. I felt safe with him in here. “We have to call the doctor. I’m going to get you to my room since it’s easier to get to.” He said. I nodded and he lifted me up. I cried as he carried me to his room, finally feeling a little relief once he laid me down. “Good girl.” He said as he laid me down. “Mama called the doctor. I’m going to grab you a shirt.” He said as he stood up. He came back with a black long sleeve shirt of his. “Do you need help?” He asked. “I don’t know if I can move.” I said. He helped me by putting the shirt over my head and arms, moving the blanket further down on my waist so I could lay back comfortably. “Thank you.” I said. “Of course.” He said. He stroked my hand as we sat in a comfortable silence until the doctor arrived. Elvis walked out and Gladys took his place next to me.

The doctor examined me and told me I tore, I had multiple 2nd and 3rd degree tears and if the doctor wasn’t called when he was and I continued losing blood things could have gone bad. He got the things out of his bag to stitch the tears and got started.

Elvis POV

I stood outside of the door, my heart hurting as I heard her gut wrenching screams and cries. I walked down the stairs still hearing her cries faintly, needing to breath when I saw Jerry on the couch. Obviously awoken by the commotion. “Jerry, is Red still here?” I asked. “Yeah, he’s playing pool.” Jerry said. “Take care of him. He did that to her.” I said. “Is she doing ok?” Jerry asked. “I’m not sure, the doctor is working on her now.” Jerry nodded and started towards the pool room. I walked up the stairs again to my room, the door was now cracked open and the room quiet. I pushed the door open to see the bloody blanket laying over her, her chest heaving and silent tears coming down her cheeks. Mom was holding her hand and trying to calm her down with kind words.

She looked up to see me standing there, she nodded and got up, I took her place next to Y/n. The doctor and mama left the room.

Y/n’s POV

“Lay with me please.” I said, with a sniffle. I felt the bed sink down next to me. “Did the doctor find anything wrong?” He asked. “Uhm, I had multiple tears. He said if he wasn’t called when he was it could have gotten bad. Thank you, Elvis.” I said, looking at him. He was laying on his side, one arm propping him up as he intently watched me. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He said. “Hold me please.” I said as I moved to face him. I whined as I got settled. “Do you have another blanket? This one is a little…bloody.” I said. “Here.” He tossed the old one off of the bed and pulled the comforter over me. The shirt he gave me went almost to my mid thighs so I wasn’t completely exposed. He pulled me into his chest and stroked my back. “Get some rest.” He whispered, kissing my forehead. I sighed into his chest and slowly dozed off to the sound of his heartbeat.