#elvis biopic

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

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just like wow

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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!

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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.

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touchstarved | Austin Butler x gn!reader

a/n: i was feeling incredibly touchstarved tonight and… this was the result dkfjadkfjh 

Word count: 942

Warnings: touch starvation, implications of depression?, reader is Not Doing Great mentally tbh (but it’s okay! happyish ending!!), would this qualify as hurt/comfort?? idk dkjghsdkh, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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day 59 since Austin had left for Australia.

nearly two months since you’d felt his arms around you at the airport, warm whispers in your ear of see you soon and i love you and get home safe and i’ll call you the second i land.

and he had. in fact, he had been diligent about calling you nearly every day, even if it was just for a few minutes, just to hear your voice, and sending you good morning, sweetheart and sweet dreams, beautiful texts across the 18-hour time difference between the two of you.

but none of that changed the fact that he wasn’t here to hold you, kiss you, hug you, and you hated it.

if you were honest, you hated yourself a little bit for feeling this way. this was the biggest break of his career, and you were feeling sorry for yourself because you wanted a hug?

but it was more than that. you hadn’t been very affectionate with anyone before Austin, but in the past year or so of dating him, you’d gotten used to having someone to hold hands with as you were walking down the street, to hug when you got home from work, to cuddle with as you watched a movie. you thought you’d be fine while he was gone — you’d been fine before, hadn’t you? — but every time you woke up to his side of the bed being cold, every time your hand dangled at your side, empty, on the way back from your favorite coffee shop, every time you found yourself hugging a pillow during your solo movie nights… you felt like you were missing something essential to you.

touchstarved.

you had come across the term on some social media or other and though you hadn’t quite admitted that that’s what you were feeling, you quietly did some research and invested in a weighted blanket, a body pillow, and some face masks for when you needed a self-care day. 

and they did help, at least for a while. but some part of your brain was frustratingly insistent that nothing was going to help like Austin actually being here was.

he won’t be back for a while, you mentally retorted, shifting under the weighted blanket and hugging the stuffed elephant Austin had gifted you on your birthday even closer, so deal with it.

it was at that moment you heard what sounded like keys jangling at your door.

you froze. you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. was someone breaking in?!

You carefully sat up, dropping the stuffed animal as your hand crept towards the baseball bat you had ready near your bedside table. should you call the police? you wondered, but as you experimentally tapped your phone, it stayed dark. dead.

steeling yourself, you tiptoed out to the living room. better to try to catch them before they took anything, you figured.

you still heard something jangling at the door — had whatever they were using to try to pick the lock gotten stuck? — so it seemed like you had the upper hand for now. adjusting your grip on the bat, you readied yourself as the knob finally turned and—

the bat slipped from your hands, clattering onto the floor as you tried to process Austin walking through the door, the excited smile on his face slipping towards a look of concern.

“hey— woah, honey… Y/N, sweetheart, is everything okay?”

“i… i thought you were someone trying to break in,” you respond numbly, blinking repeatedly as if to assure yourself that this was real, “what… are you doing here?”

“i wanted to surprise you,” your boyfriend replies with a sheepish grin, closing the door behind him and turning back to you with his hands raised in innocence, as if to show you he means no harm. he takes a step forward as he continues explaining, “we were a little ahead on filming, so Baz gave us a little break—“

that one small step, though, was enough to snap you out what whatever spell you were under, and his explanation is cut short as you crash into him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his warm sandalwood scent that had slowly been fading from your pillows.

“i missed you,” you whisper against his skin, so soft that he doesn’t hear so much as feel your lips forming the words on his neck. you feel yourself shaking slightly, and under normal circumstances you’d be more than a little embarrassed, but right now you don’t care because he’s here, real and warm and solid underneath you.

“i missed you, too, sweetheart,” he chuckles in reply, though it’s tinged with worry as he feels you trembling. “hey, you okay?” he murmurs, moving to pull away so he can see your face, gauge how okay you really are.

but you don’t let him, your only reply being a nod of your head into the crook of his neck and a tightening of your arms around him, blinking back the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as it hits you just how much you needed this. he relaxes, seeming to recognize that he won’t be escaping the circle of your arms anytime soon, instead pulling you closer and murmuring soft i love yous and i missed yous into your ear.

he can ask you about how you’re feeling later — because clearly this goes deeper than a normal long-distance trip — but for now he lets himself relax into your arms, trying to make up for the nearly two month’s worth of hugs that he’s missed from you.

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Solider, Poet, Queen Part One

AUknight!Austin Butler x princess!reader

I’m so obsessed with Soldier, Poet, King so I thought I’d do a twist on it! This is part one, I’m expecting one or two more parts! I’m so in love with this fic and it’s definitely the longest I’ve written. I decided to split it into multiple parts since I don’t have a long enough attention span to read long fics! I hope you love it! I’m working on the next part now, things are about to get intense! Smut will be in the coming chapters.

Summary: The princess Y/n begins falling for the knight assigned to protect her as her world crumbles around her.

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood and throwing up, emotionally abusive and controlling parent. (I think thats everything for this chapter.)

Word count: 2.8k

Mother had always hated father and always told me of the man she fell in love with back home in Ireland. He was a knight which meant he wasn’t good enough for her family so she did what her father said and married my father. He was the worst kind of person. My mother was beautiful, my father was what many would describe as a toad. I thankfully took after my mother. I had turned 20 and it was time for my parents to find me my husband. I didn’t want them to pick my husband, I knew mother would have no say in it and I would end up just like her, depressed and angry, longing for another.

I would end up just like my mother and what they didn’t realize was that I already was. I had found my love. And he was a knight. He was a commander, the best commander I had ever seen. I loved watching him from my window as I read. The problem was, neither of us knew my feelings for him. I couldn’t understand the butterflies in my stomach or the torturous feeling between my legs as I watched him training or riding away on his horse.

Here I was again, watching him from my window as he pulled his shirt over his sweaty torso after training for the pat hour in the hot summer sun. My door was pushed open and my book fell to the floor as I jumped up in shock. “I’m sorry I startled you.” Mother said. “It’s alright.” I said, sitting back down on the window seat. She sat down next to me and held my hands. “I see you have your eyes on Commander Butler.” She smiled looking out the window as he mounted and rode off on his horse. “I find him handsome.” I said. “Please don’t become too attached.” She said. “I know, mother. He’s just nice to look at as a distraction from my studies.” I said.

“His grandfather was one of the knights that protected my family in Ireland. He was on the ship to bring me here, he lost his life protecting me from pirates. His wife and teenage son stayed safe in one of the cabins and they started their life here. The son found a wife and had a child, commander Butler. When the war broke out the commanders father was killed and his mother died of a broken heart, leaving the poor child on his own.” She said. “I don’t remember any of the war.” I said. “You were just a baby. I still remember watching him when he was learning to sword fight with the knights. If I were ever outside with you, he’d always come say hello.” She smiled. I smiled. My smile quickly faded as I saw the serious look on mothers face.

“Your father has let me know that Denmark’s Prince Fredrick is on a ship to come meet you for marriage.” She sighed. I turned pale. “I’m so sorry.” She said. “It makes sense. Prince Fredrick is just like father, a toad faced snake.” I said. She nodded and stood up. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you. If you need anything, just come and find me.” She smiled before walking out and shutting the door. I set my book aside and walked to my vanity, brushing my long hair out and added a light pink color to my lips. I adjusted my pink day dress that hung off of my shoulders and left my room. The sounds of my heels echoed around the palace as I went to the front door. It was a hot, steamy day outside and I knew I wouldn’t be out here long.

I smiled and nodded to all of the palace help as I walked towards the stables. I hadn’t been allowed outside much and hadn’t seen my horse in a few weeks. The stables came into view and I saw my beautiful HoneySuckle, she was a very gentle blonde horse. I ran my fingers through her mane and pressed a light kiss to her nose. “Hi sweet girl.” I said. She grunted and I continued to make up for all of the missed love from the past few weeks.

“State your business here.” A loud voice said. I jumped and my back hit the door of HoneySuckles stall as I turned to face the voice. Commander Butler’s voice. “Your highness. I apologize for startling you.” He said, dismounting from his horse. “It’s quite all right, I startle very easily.” I laughed. “It’s very nice to see you out here. It’s been quite a while I believe.” He said. “43 days.” I said a blush creeping on my cheeks. “Are you not an outdoors type person?” He asked. “I enjoy the outdoors. I have just been forbidden from being out here.” I said. “Well then you better not be out here long.” He said. “I would go inside, but I have the fear of getting lost.” I said. “So a guide is what you need?” He asked. “That sounds about right to me.” I smiled he nodded and started towards the palace, his hand resting on the handle of his sword.

There were knights posted at what seemed every door as we walked in. Commander Butler nodded to all of them and they nodded back. “There are so many more than before I left.” I said. “That is because of the Prince. Since we have someone coming from a different kingdom we have to up security to avoid another war.” He said. “Is that what happened to start the war?” I asked. “In a way. A peace treaty was to be signed with Brazil and it ended with the assassination of the late Queen.” He said. “Oh thats terrible.” I gasped. “It was a very dark time. We all feared that you, the beloved princess would be next.” He said. I nodded. “I’m especially glad you were and are safe.” He smiled once we made it to my room and stood outside the door. “Thank you Commander.” I said, grabbing the door knob. “Austin, you can call me Austin, you highness.” He said. “Ok Austin, you can call me, Y/n.” I said. “I will see you later, Y/n.” He said. He nodded and walked away. There it was again, that feeling I couldn’t put my finger on.

I closed the door and sighed as I rested my head against the door. I collected myself and walked back over to my window seat, picking up my book again. An hour later I had only progressed one page in my book because there he was again, directing the other knights and preparing the palace for the arrival of the prince. I was again removed from my book and thoughts as my assistants, Mary-Ann and Jane, came in. “The Prince will be here soon, we have to get you ready.” Mary-Ann said. I nodded and walked over to my vanity. Jane brushed my hair and began braiding it into a braided crown as Mary-Ann went into my closet to find my dress.

“Are you excited to meet him?” Jane asked. “Not exactly.” I sighed. She gave me a strange looked and continued on my hair. I had missed my old assistant, Ruby. She was around my age and always related with me and gave me advice. Father didn’t like that very much and dismissed her. I haven’t seen her in a few months and I had no idea what had happened to her. Now she was replaced by Mary-Ann and Jane, they were about 10 years older than me and honestly were idiots.

“Here’s your dress, Madam.” Mary-Ann said. “Mary-Ann, thats a ball gown, I need a tea length gown.” I sighed. “Oh, tea length.” She said, retreating back to my closet. Jane had finished my hair and was done with my makeup by the time Mary-Ann found a dress. It was a royal blue dress with a satin strapless top and tulle skirt. “Will this one work, your highness?” She asked. “Yes, thank you Mary-Ann. You girl can call me Y/n if you’d like.” I said. “Ok, Madam.” Jane said. I sighed and they left to room so I could dress.

The dress fit perfect and I knew father would be happy with Mary-Ann’s choice as it was our kingdoms color. I heard cheering from outside my window and I knew that meant he had arrived. I slipped my white heels on and my tiara and closed my bedroom door as I left, heading to the front steps where I knew mother and father would be. I stood next to mother and she gave my hand three light squeezes saying, “I love you.”

There he was descending from the steps on the ship. He looked even more disgusting in person. I wanted to cry, I knew I’d be stuck marrying this man. He tossed gold coins from his pockets to the people cheering below him. Just like father, he’s giving and wonderful when he’s a stranger, and cruel when you become close to him.

I felt myself become sick as he stood in front of me and I curtsied. “It’s a pleasure to be in your presence, Prince Fredrick.” I said. “Well, yes.” He said before turning to speak to my father about dowry and when the wedding will be. I again felt sick. Mother squeezed my hand again reassuring me. “I think we should allow the Prince to rest after his long journey and let the Princess prepare for the dinner this evening.” Mother said. “Yes, of course. I will let the help know to prepare a ball for tomorrow evening to announce the royal marriage.” Father said.

“You’re room has been prepared for you. Follow her and she will show you and make sure everything is correct for you.” Mother said, directing him to the head maid. He nodded and began following her as his help followed him with armfuls of his luggage. “Get some rest before you have to get ready, sweetie.” Mother whispered to me. I nodded and walked to my bedroom where I was immediately caught off guard. There was Commander Butler posted outside my door. “What are you doing, Coman- I mean, Austin?” I asked. “This will be my post until the guests leave due to the threat of the guests. And as we have a young man and a beautiful young woman set to be married, we have to make sure things stay pure until the marriage.” He said. I blushed. “Well, thank you commander. I am going to rest until the dinner.” I said. “If you need something, you know where to find me.” He smiled. I nodded and walked into my room, quietly shutting the door behind me. I walked to my bed and snuggled under my blankets, shoes and all, too tired to care.

I opened my eyes to see the clock on my nightstand read 6:00. I groaned as I realized dinner was in 30 minutes. I sat up and felt something pulling my hair so I walked over to my mirror to find my tiara was tangled in my hair. I whimpered as I tried to get it out but quickly failed. I was confused of why my assistants hadn’t come in yet, they normally came to help ready me 30-45 minutes before an event. I stood up and walked to my door, barely opening it just so I could see the commander. “Commander.” I whispered. “Yes, Madam?” He asked, turning to face me. “Where are Mary-Ann and Jane?” I asked. “We called for them not too long ago, we haven’t heard a response.” He said. “Ok, well dinner is in 30 minutes and I’m in a bit of a pickle. Could you help me?” I asked. “What do you need help with?” He asked, pushing the door open a little further. He saw the mess of tangles in my hair and nodded before following me to my vanity.

“You didn’t think to take your tiara off before resting?” He asked, his fingers getting to work. “Exhaustion took over.” I winced as he pulled on a knot. “Sorry.” He said. “It’s alright.” I said. After lots of tugging and loosening, finally my tiara was out of my hair and set on my vanity. Now he had the task of untangling my hair. I intently watched him as he removed the pins from my hair and set them in front of me. His eyes were squinted in concentration. I felt a chill go down my spine as I felt his breath against my neck.

“Your hair looks pretty when it’s down.” He said, starting to take out the braids. “I didn’t know you had curly hair.” He said. “Its not, its just from the braids.” I laughed. “Well, as you can see I don’t have much experience in the hair category.” He said. “You have hair down to your shoulders!” I laughed. “Yes I do, but it’s not nice like yours.” He said. I laughed but was quickly cut off by the door being slammed open and the General bursting through it. “Sir!” Austin yelled, standing at attention. I slowly stood up from my chair. “Commander, were the orders to guard the Princesses room not clear enough for you?” The General said. “Yes, Sir. They w-” “I asked him to come in my room. I needed help untangling my hair before dinner and no one including myself and Commander Butler could find my assistants.” I said. The general nodded. “Do you need his help any longer?” He asked. “No, he helped me.” I said. “Follow me, Commander.” He said. Austin nodded to me and smiled as he followed the General. “Second strike, Butler.” I heard the general say before my door shut.

I dug my shoes out that were trapped in my comforter and slipped them on. “I’m glad you’re still here.” I smiled at the commander as I closed my bedroom door. “I am too. You better hurry, I saw them leading the Prince to the dining room.” He said. “Thank you.” I said before walking down the hall to the dining room. Mother and Father were already sitting at the table with the prince as I sat down. “A haircut is the first thing that needs to be done before the wedding, sir.” Fredrick said to my father, referring to my long hair. “We can have that arranged.” Father said. I felt like my corset was suffocating me, everything was foggy around me and I just wanted to scream and cry.

The entire rest of the night I didn’t hear anything. Just small, blurry voices talking about wedding dates, dowry and how to transport me to Denmark after the wedding. I took three bites of the roast that was in front of me but couldn’t choke down anymore. I curtsied to the prince and told Mother and Father goodnight before retreating to my room. I slid off my heels and ran to my room as I felt myself becoming sick. “Did the dinner go well, princess?” I heard the commander say as I ran past him and slammed the door to my room.

I leaned over the toilet, losing the contents of my stomach. It was all too real now. They picked a wedding date a week from tomorrow. I was scared and didn’t want to live like that. I stood up, brushed my teeth and walked back to my room. I untied my corset, taking what felt like my first breath of the night and put on my long white nightgown. I sat at my vanity to brush my hair but my hand grabbed my dagger instead of my brush. I ran my fingers over the gold unicorn head on the handle. I slowly slid the blade out of the cover and ran my finger across it, drawing a small amount of blood. I held the blade with both hands and moved it about a foot away from my body. I took a deep breath and moved it towards me about to stab it into my stomach before my door opened. The blade clattered to the floor and my eyes shot up meeting his wide eyes. His eyes moved down to my finger that was bleeding and he rushed into the room.

“Princess.” He said shakily as he kneeled in front of me. He picked the dagger up from the floor and slid it back into the cover. “Did you hurt yourself?” He asked. “No.” I sobbed. He wrapped a tissue around my bleeding finger and pulled me into a hug as I cried. “The prince had been wanting to see you and I had turned him away 3 times, that’s why I came in.” He said. “T-thank you.” I said. “Come here, you need to get some rest.” He said, pulling me up into his chest. I let out a shaky breath as he pulled my blankets over me. “Have you found Mary-Ann and Jane?” I asked. “We haven’t.” He said. I nodded. “I’ll tell him you’ve gone to sleep.” He said and turned the lights off. “Thank you.” I said, barely above a whisper.

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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. 😊

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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!

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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:

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The Bikeriders-Austin Butler

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“When all else fails, you have the structure to fall back on, but then you’re also always open to, if you see somebody in the audience that you wanna just grab her face or something and sing directly to her, you can.” -Austin Butler

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Me Coming home Drunk asf:

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Austin’s stylist being adorable.

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he 😍 (new post from Ruby on her Insta!)

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Form Ruby Bell insta.