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nuggetneoura · 11 months ago

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Back In Time Pt.1

~Summary~

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While the Best Friends were on a family trip to Graceland some strange feelings were in the air. The beginning of 2024 has been weird..or is it 1969? read to see how the pair ended up there.

~Character List~

----Rachel-maggies best friend -sometimes sings with Maggie -journalist-runs a daily blog about her life and she has a good amount of followers but is not famous(YET)

----Maggie-Rachels best friend -closest with Alex (sibling wise)-plays a shit ton of instruments-sings and writes music and lyrics-Alex publishes her music through his label-she and Alex has a couple of songs together but they usually don't make songs together because of the genre difference. He gets her to do the singing he needs on his songs. Also is not famous (YET)

----Alex-up-and-coming producer-started L&WR (Light & Wonder Records) and it started slow but is starting to pick up-very spiritual-really is the chicken from Surfs up-rapper

-TB(27), Caitlin(26), Alex(23),and Maggie (22) are all siblings.

-Jillian (22), and Rachel (20) are siblings. jillian married Tebie so that's basically how Maggie and Rachel met.

----Constancio and Tara (Maggie and her siblings parents)

----Luca is tb and Jillian's baby

----Elvis(32) (the Austin Butler Elvis ofc)

----Vernon Presley (Elvis's dad)

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~setting~ Date is 1-11-2024. The family took a trip to Memphis Tennessee. It's a cool cloudy day.

(not that it matters but Alex Maggie and Rachel in one car. Jill TB and Lucas in another. Cat in her own. Parents in their own)

and Rn they are on the way to tour Graceland.

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“Did you know today is a spiritual day?” Alex asked focusing on the road. Alex does not mind driving in silence but, he knows others hate it. Maggie, who was looking out the passenger window..smiled turning her attention to her older brother. “Really? What makes it spiritual?” “1-11-2024..add it all together and it equalssss..” Maggie started counting in her head “11” Rachel answered from the back seat “Which meansssss…” “High spiritual day” Maggie answered. Alex smiled and nodded while still focusing on the road. “And we are going to a dead man's house” Rachel sarcastically stated. “We better watch out or we might run into Mr. Elvis himself” Alex replied. Maggie gasped “Do you think he will look like younger him or older him??” Alex scrunched his face shooting Maggie a look before laughing a bit. “Hopefully younger” Rachel said. “He's dead. Does it matter what he looks like??” “Yea” Maggie and Rachel replied in unison. Alex laughed and looked at the GPS he had on his phone. “We will be there in three minutes” “Do you think it's bad to call dibs on a ghost?” Maggie asked. “Mag-” “DIBS!” Rachel yelled cutting Alex off. Maggie whipped around “THATS NOT FAIR!” “Dibs is dibs Maggie” Rachel laughed. “You don't even really like him!” “Yes I do” “No, you don't!” “Ye-” “Rachel! If we see him, it won't be the young Vegas street actors PLAYING as Elvis! This is ELVIS Elvis” “Does not matter. Dibs is dibssssss” “When we get out of this car Rachel your ass is grassss” “No one is putting anyone's ass..on this dead man's grass” Alex said pulling into the parking lot. He parked as Maggie and Rachel continued to play argue.

Soon the trio got out of the car and met the rest of their family at the front of Graceland. Everyone took their time admiring the outside of the house. Eventually, everyone split into their subconscious groups as they all slowly inched towards the front porch where the ticket lady was. “Why is the grass so green?” Maggie questioned squinting her eyes. "It might be painted or it's fake grass” Alex responded as he stood beside Maggie. He admired her attention to detail. He's always been the ‘see the big picture’ type of guy…while Maggie had always been the ‘but look at the details of it type of person. Rachel however could do both , but she sometimes struggled to see the details of things. She rather not waste her time when there is bigger things to worry about….but that's why the trio worked so well. They were all the same person , but so different at the same time. “Rachel if I did put your ass on this man's grass you would have a green ass” Maggie said turning her head to look at Rachel who was behind her. “Maggie” Alex said quietly face palming. Rachel smiled at her best friend “or bad butt burns” “Guys come on!” they heard Caitlin yell at them. They all turned their attention and realized the family was talking to the ticket lady. The trio walked over to the family.

“2 adults 1 baby” TB said to the ticket lady. “Wait! can I cash app you and you just pay for mine?” Maggie asked and her oldest sibling nodded at her. “Mijo just pay for everyone and we will all just pay you after.” their dad said to which the oldest nodded again. Maggie let out a loud breath while dramatically putting a hand on her heart. “We gotta make sure we pay him back 'cause…we all are just… 20-something-year-old teens struggling” she said. The group laughed as Jill turned “You guys are the struggling ones” she laughed looking at the trio. “That would've taken half of the money in my bank account” Alex said. “That would've taken most of mine” Rachel added which led to Maggie letting out a dramatic ‘uuuuhh’. “ what do you mean?! That would have left me in the negatives!” Maggie fake cried. The oldest turned with tickets in his hand “I'll pay for you Mags, if it makes you feel better” he said sarcastically. “Why does she get special treatment?” Caitlin asked as TB handed everyone their tickets. No one could respond to her because the doors opened..which grabbed everyone's attention.

A shorter lady with blond hair stood in the doorway with a bright smile. “Hello everyone! My name is Britney and I will be your tour guide for today! Whenever you guys are ready just go ahead and step on in. We don't need the tickets. They are mostly to prove you paid if you have to step out or something like that. They are yours to keep” the tour guide said cheerfully. She had a thick southern accent that added to the cheerfulness.

As everyone stepped inside Maggie whispered to Rachel “This ticket is going into my memory box”. When the group was fully in…the guide closed the door and walked to the doorway of the living room. Maggie's stomach dropped seeing the staircase for some reason. She zoned out staring at it. As the group started getting led into the living room and then the music room by the talking guide…Maggie just stood and stared at even the little details of the staircase.

Rachel realized her best friend was still standing at the staircase and snuck back over to her. “Maggie. You're missing the music room” she said and followed Maggie's gaze to the staircase. She looked between her and the staircase a couple of times before nudging her softly. “Maggie. What's-” Rachel was cut off by her best friend grabbing her hand and walking slowly to the staircase. Maggie unhooked the rope that blocked the staircase and slowly led Rachel up the stairs with her. “Maggie we can't go up here. It's off limits” Rachel whispered but her best friend was not hearing her at all. Maggie was deep in that stomach-dropping feeling and was following it. As she followed…the feeling it got worse. “Maggie we cant-” “hush” Maggie said softly still pulling her best friend slowly up the stairs. As they got to the 2nd floor Rachel started feeling her stomach sinking too. They crept into the hall looking around. Rachel noticed a guard who hadn't noticed them yet. She pulled Maggie back a bit “What?” Maggie snapped getting frustrated with Rachel a bit. That got the guard's attention and his posture shot up “HEY! YOU GUYS CANT BE UP HERE!” he yelled speed walking to them. Maggie was set on following that gut feeling. She grabbed Rachel's hand and basically dragged her to run. They ran a little down the hall “GET BACK HERE!” the guard yelled. Maggie saw a door and flung it open running in while still holding Rachel's hand. Not focusing on what was in front of her she ran into something hard and fell to the ground taking Rachel with her.

“Damn” they heard a man hiss. Rachel was too focused on her own pain of falling but Maggie looked up noticing that the ‘something’ they had run into was a someONE. She looked at the man and noticed he looked like Elvis but ignored it. She just thought their adventure was over. “I'm sorry” Maggie said standing up. She definitely was in pain however the adrenaline of being caught was kicking in. “how’n the hell did you two get’n here?” the man said rubbing his arm “uhh well..we just… Well, we wanted..” “Better question. Who’n the hell are yall?” the man asked. Rachel stood up finally meeting Maggie by her side. “Well we got the tickets and someone felt the need to-” “tickets? What’n the hell are yall wear’n? Wait yall aint fans are yall? Did someone let yall in?” “I'm sorry….Is this a joke?” Maggie snickered “You look so much like him” Rachel said furrowing her eyebrows “Is what a joke? Like who?” “Elvis” Rachel replied The man smiled revealing his high cheekbones “I am Elvis” “Ick” Maggie scoffed “Excuse me?” the man asked looking genuinely confused Rachel stared at him and noticed he really REALLY looked like Elvis “Dibs” she muttered “Rachel this is not the time. Wait why hasn't that guy come in?” Maggie said turning back towards the door. maggie walked to the door and looked out it. she noticed some things had changed… She definitely noticed the LED lights were now that soft yellow lighting. “What guy? Someone brother’n you? My dad should be downstairs. He don't bite. Did he let you guys in? He could've let me know he was let'n in some fans. I would've got more dressed up” Maggie scoffed turning to look at him “Fans?” Rachel hit maggies arm “Wait…what day is it?” she asked the man “January 11th” “Year?” The man chuckled “1968” Maggie and Rachel shared a look. “Dude. I know delulu is the best selulu but this is a little too delulu” “Dude? The what now?” “It's January 11th…but it's 2024 brother” Maggie said matter-of-factly “what ‘n the hell are you talk’n about?” Maggie walked closer to the man rolling her eyes “It's 2024” “Did you hit your head a little too hard?” The man asked putting his hands on his hips

Rachel softly nudged Maggie “Our apologies sir. We were running from a man and just ran into this house. I don't think your dad saw us. We just really needed to get away from him” Rachel said pulling Maggie away and started walking out of the room “Ok..well just hold on a minute..” he said following the girls out “We really didn't know this was your house, sir.” Rachel said walking down the stairs quickly with Maggie following close behind. “Just wait” Elvis said catching up to the girls at the bottom of the staircase. “What is this?” a man's voice rang out. The girls stopped in their tracks and Elvis stopped behind them. “Elvis, are you sneaking fans in again? Your wife is pregnant.” the man asked walking out from the living room Maggie scoffed and turned to look at him “Again??” Elvis’s face turned slightly red and walked around the girls to stand in front of them “No Daddy. I was just helping these girls out. You didn't see em run in?” Elvis’s dad shook his head “No. I have been sitting on the couch for a while…when did they come in?” The girls exchanged looks that Elvis’s dad saw. His dad crossed his arms looking dead at Elvis. “Right. What were you helping them with?” “Daddy I do-” “He saw a man running after us from down the street and waved us in here through his bedroom window. We went through the side fence and came through the back door. We just ran up the other staircase. We didn't know it was Elvis. We mean no disrespect” Maggie quickly said. Elvis’s dad looked from the girl's back to Elvis. After an awkward silence, Maggie spoke again. “You guys really got to take care of the hole in the side gate if you are worried about fans getting in.” His dad looked at Maggie and smiled “Thanks for letting me know” “Well I think that's our cue to dip” Maggie said walking and Rachel quickly followed “Dip?-” “Wait don't go out that-” Maggie opened the front door and walked out with Rachel. They were met with a bunch of screaming. They both looked at the entrance gate and saw a bunch of women dressed like they were straight out of an old movie. Maggie turned to look at the ticket lady….who wasn't there. She then looked over at the grass and noticed it looked like real…normal grass. She also noticed the parking lot was no longer there. She noticed some Cadis and an all-black Rolls-Royce in the driveway. Maggie looked at Rachel who was focused on the screaming girls in shock. “Rachel…” “Yea…” “I think we are in 1968…” “Yea…”

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thatbanditqueen · 1 year ago

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@kingdomforapony @missmaywemeetagain @vintageshanny @be-my-ally aw you guys are the best, ugh, i really felt like this was my worst writing and i never thought it would be a two-parter, but I do like Mo. Maybe I need to rewrite it completely and add a second part. My original goal was to have the ending be Elvis talking about how he was the best husband during smut activities but you know how it goes your characters take you places....

@kingdomforapony aw, no that second photo isn't him, it's just from a party in the 1970s and I thought it kind of fit my OC and kissing in the kitchen.

I Was The Best Husband

An Elvis Presley One-Shot

A response to the writing prompt "‘are you always this shy?"

Many thanks to my lovely compatriots @whositmcwhatsit @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis for talking me off the ledge every time and holding my hand and reminding me why I love Elvis and how fun this can be.

Summary: It is March 1972, a month after Priscilla officially told Elvis about her affair with Mike Stone and her decision to leave him and request a divorce. He is in LA, getting ready to go back on tour and his entourage have invited some women over to help cheer him up.

Warnings: Some mild soft core make-out stuff. I think my smut generator is broken. Please send help. Oh, I wrote this today and there are a lot of typos. And some of it or all of it may not make sense. I'd honestly skip it.

Word Count: 4.2K

I Was the Best Husband

Friday, March 31, 1972, 8:30 p.m.

La Fortuna Apartment Complex

Just off Pico Blvd in West Los Angeles, CA

Her first response had been a firm no when Caroline stuck her head around Maureen’s bedroom door and asked if she wanted to come to a party in the hills at Elvis Presley’s house.

“Please, please PLEASE, Mo, I need you there to make sure I don’t drink too much or do anything stupid. Sides, Joe told me to bring some friends.”

“Who’s Joe?”

Caroline walked into Maureen’s room and sat on her vanity stool, wiping the corners of her mouth.

“I met him at the Whiskey last summer, when I was in the cage. He’s the one who works for Elvis, and took me out to Palm Springs for Labor Day, ‘member?” Carolyn's long, golden hair glistened in the light.

“Right, how many girls were there? Twenty? Didn’t you say the trip was a bust?”

“I go to sit on Elvis’ lap for a whole gospel song, and then he asked me and another girl to make out in front of him. That’s a story I’ll be telling my grandchildren one day. Don’t you want to be able to do that?”

Maureen shook her head. “Hmmm, I think I’d probably leave out the second part. I don’t know, Cari, I -”

“Haa ha! You’re thinking about it. Get dressed, we gotta pick up Teresa. You don’t want to miss your opportunity to meet Elvis!”

“Right, maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to watch the two of you make out on his lap. I don’t know why you need me to come if Teresa is, she makes since, you both work at Bootlegger’s, I’m not sure this Joe was thinking of me when he told you to bring some friends.”

Maureen looked down, smoothing her tee over her small bust while Caroline jumped up and spritzed Maureen’s perfume over her wrists.

“You’re cute, you’re funny, and you have a car, so shake a tail feather and let’s go.”

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Carolyn turned up the radio and “Maggie May” resounded through the car as Maureen guided her Volkswagen bug up the steep incline into the Hollywood Hills, the road twisted and got narrower as they went along and she had to lean forward to feel steady shifting the gears.

Maureen found herself staring at Teresa’s beautiful brown skin as it gleaming in the streetlights while they walked up to the front of the large, white Tudor-style house. Maureen hastened her gait, jogging up to link her arm between the other two taller, bustier women, balancing herself in the wooden clog platforms she wore below her simple black jersey strappy dress.

Knocking a few times, the door was finally opened by a tall white guy whose name was either Dick, Rick or Nick, and the women made their way into the foyer and down the split level steps towards an large open living room where guests were milling around talking, dancing, drinking.

Carolyn leaned into whisper, “Joe says they’re trying to cheer Elvis up, his wife just asked for a divorce and moved out.”

Maureen only had a moment to reflect on this when Carolyn’s wrist was grabbed by a stout, short balding guy wearing black sunglasses inside at 10 p.m. at night. This, apparently, was the Joe who’d invited them, and he smiled as he kissed Carolyn’s cheeks and checked out Teresa, then nodded politely at Maureen, as he took Carolyn in hand and led them to go meet “the boss.”

They could hear Elvis’ voice before they saw him as they walked out to the pool patio.

“Man, I don’t know how she could do this to me, I was the best husband a woman could ask for. Ain't no one in my family ever been divorced, 'cept my mean-ass, desertin' no good sonofabitch grandaddy. You know, jack, I gave her everything a woman could ask for. And what thanks do I get? She steals my baby away and breaks up the family .”

Elvis stood there at the side of the pool, his arms around two beautiful women as he spoke to a short young white guy, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, with long greasy dark hair and bushy eyebrows. He paused his diatribe to kiss one of the woman’s cheeks and ask what her name was again, before his eyes met Joe’s and he made a half grin.

“Hey, EP, you remember Cari from Palm Springs, huh?”

Elvis let go of the women he was with and drew Carolyn into his side, kissing her cheek and saying of course he remembered her. He hummed a few bars of a gospel song, which made Carolyn giggle, and then asked her to introduce him to her friends as he took Teresa and Maureen’s hands and kissed them one at a time. Maureen shivered when Elvis took her hand, his eyes narrowed as his mouth turned upward into a crooked grin and he winked at her. She forgot how to talk as his nose grazed the top of her hand and he squeezed it to his mouth for light, warm kiss.

“This here is Arty Shiskee, he’s workin’ on this picture we’re makin’ with MGM, been filming our tour rehearsals all day.”

The short, dark haired man smiled anxiously, and uncrossed his arms to shake their hands. Carolyn leaned into Elvis, and Joe took Maureen by the waist to “show you around, maybe get you a drink, babe?”

Maureen felt as though she was being dismissed from her audience with Elvis, and taken out to pasture with the other guests not selected for Elvis’ harem, so she thanked Joe, tilting her head toward the bar inside and saying she felt she could manage it from here.

Waiting for three white wine spritzers, Maureen turned to see Art walk up behind her.

“Hey, Art, is it?”

“Actually, it’s Marty. I don’t have the guts to correct him, he’s Elvis, ya know? I guess I’m a coward. Also, how can I give the guy a hard time? He’s wife just left him.”

“Yeah, he seems real broken up about, huh? How will he ever find another companion?”

Marty chuckled, and pulled his hair behind his ear.

“I guess it’s good he feels comfortable talking about it.”

“Um, yeah, ‘comfortable,’ that’s one way to put it.”

Before Maureen could ask him what he meant, her drinks were ready, and she enlisted Marty’s help carrying them back to the others. This was not easy, Elvis and the girls had disappeared from the patio, and Marty diligently followed Maureen through the mansion until they spotted the back of his shag hairdo on a couch in a large room that could have been a library or music room or TV den. Maureen handed her friends their drinks and settled onto the floor, leaning back against the side of a brown velour couch and resting her shoes on the fur rug that extended out from the coffee table. Carolyn seemed at home sitting atop Elvis’ lap, buffeted by two other women sitting on either side of them on their couch, all listening attentively as Elvis spoke.

“I am telling ya what, man, I gave her everything a wife could ask for, she wanted a horse, I got her a horse. She wanted ranch we drove by in Mississippi, by god, I got her the damn ranch. She wanted a bigger house in Los Angle -lesss, why, I bought this huge goddamn house. Gave her unlimited budget to decorate this place to her heart’s desire. New car every time she blinked. Jewelry boxes filled with diamonds. A closet full of new designer clothes.”

Elvis rubbed Carolyns waist and extended his other arm around the redhead next to him, looking at one, then the other, as he asked. “Now, wouldn’t you like that, honey? Would that have made you happy?”

“Uh huh, daddy. That wouldda made me the happiest.”

Elvis kissed Carolyn’s cheek as she said this. “Right? Thank ya, baby. That’s cuz you’re sweet, normal, nice girl, ain’t got anti-freeze running through your veins.”

He kissed the redhead’s cheek too, and then her lips as she turned toward him and put her hands around his neck.

“I would have been so happy, Elvis, I wouldda let you know, twenty five hours a day, eight days a week.”

The loud smacks of their sloppy kisses echoed through the room, and Maureen suddenly felt very self conscious, as if she was watching something she ought not to. She didn’t go to these Hollywood people parties very often, though it wasn’t weird, she reasoned, for a handsome, wealthy, star to make out with good looking women in his own house.

Surrounded by other good looking people.

Maureen looked around and clocked another ten girls and only three other men among the guests around the room, including Marty, who made a nod towards her before waving a small goodbye and slipping out through the side door onto the patio.

Maureen returned her gaze to Elvis, who had paused his kisses with the sympathetic redhead in order to continue talking. Every few moments, Maureen thought she caught Elvis glance at her out of the corner of his eye, but she told herself it was nothing.

“Ya see, honey, now, that’s what I told her, I said any other woman would fuckin’ kill to be where you are, to have what you have, to have a husband like me. Uh huh, but not my wife. Nah, that bitch has a heart of stone. What thanks do I get for everything I’ve done? Come home to find all that swag I bought, gone, man, gone.”

He snapped his fingers. “She packed it all up, gave up on a ten year relationship, over ten years, and and left me for another man.” Elvis shook his head, his squeezing Carolyn’s knee.

A smile came over Elvis’ face as he looked from Carolyn to the redhead, and Maureen thought maybe he was going to try and get the two to make out. Instead, he asked them, “Hey, want to see something out of sight?”

As they nodded, he jumped up, and looked around, his eyes settling on Maureen’s as reached out his hand to draw her up from the floor.

“Hey honey, c’mon here, I need ya, woman.” Maureen stumbled up as Elvis pulled her to the middle of the room and positioned her arms out. “Stand still and Do. Not. Move. Do you trust me?”

Maureen nodded hesitantly, her eyes wide with what could probably be best described as the opposite of trust. Elvis face lit up, and then he took a deep breath, his hands together in prayer as he centered them in front of his face and down to his chest. Then he proceeded to thrust his leg up, extending the knee forward in a swift karate kick out at her side.

Maureen froze in terror as Elvis grunted loudly and proceeded to demonstrate a rash of karate chops on either side of her face, his black hair flouncing in the air from his movements, “hiyas!” echoing around the room. He chuckled as he caught his breath, rubbing her shoulder.

“Whoa, hey there, you can breath darlin, it’s ok. I’m a black belt.”

He turned to the little crowd that had formed around the room as they clapped and he took a bow.

“See y’all? That’s how karate can be, if ya know what ya doin’ like I do. I can control my movements precisely and protect my family. I could kill a man with my bare hands if I wanted to.”

Then his face erupted into a grin as Maureen chuckled nervously.

“Course, I wouldn’t. A true master only uses deadly force as a last resort. Against those who mean him or his family harm.” Elvis growled, and Maureen quickly ducked under his arm, about to sit, or flee, an option she was seriously considering until she felt his grip on her wrist.

“You did great, darlin,’” he murmured, and kissed her on her lips, his hands on the sides if her face, before he released her, and turned to the rest of the onlookers as he strode back to his seat on the couch.

“Didn’t she? Give it up for Colleen, everyone, bravest little gal in here. Probably the craziest too.”

He winked back at her, and she returned his smile with a nod as she joined people standing at the edge of the room, sneaking off a few minutes later to use the bathroom, grateful she hadn’t peed her pants during Elvis’ karate demonstration. It had been terrifying, exhilarating, and mezmorizing. The violent force of Elvis movements and intense focus of eyes might even have turned her on a bit, but this sensation was almost certainly overwhelmed by the mortal fear that he was going to kill or seriously injure her.

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It was past one when Maureen made a concerted effort to find her friends and persuade them to go home. She had been enjoying the free drinks and picking at some fried chicken as she made small talk with other guests, avoiding the areas where she heard the loud refrain of the best husband in all of Memphis, Hollywood and the goddamn world. But now she would have to face him, and found Elvis in the living room where she made her way to the corner and scanned the area for Carolyn and Teresa. She was distracted by Elvis' direct glances at her every few minutes. Realizing her friends weren’t with him or in the room, Maureen turned to leave, but was unable to when she found Elvis hand on her shoulder.

“Hey there, it’s my karate partner. Where’s the fire, honey? Come on, take a load off.”

Maureen’s eyes widened but she found herself stuttering and unable to talk in the glow of Elvis full attention.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry, I have to find my friends, Carolyn and Teresa, I think they may have actually been on your lap, at one point.”

Elvis’ lips curled up, and he bit his bottom one as he muttered. “Oh yes, Careful Carolyn, mmhmmm, yeah, I think she and the Black girl went home with Jerry.”

He winked, and then his eyebrows creased as he saw Maureen’s face fall. “Oh it’s ok, baby, did your friends leave you behind? It’s ok, I, uh, I think they was lookin’ for ya, actually, yeah, they said to tell you not ta worry.”

Elvis squeezed her hand, and nodded to the others he was talking to, as he turned and guided Maureen away from the living through a hall.

“C’mon, I know something that will make ya feel better. It’s my cure all for when life gets me down.”

Elvis’ hand slipped around Maureen’s waist, and she let her head dip into his side, more from exhaustion than anything else. The feeling of Elvis tall, sturdy body as he held her to him and kissed the top of her head was comforting, she made the decision not to think about how he seemed to be instantly intimate with every woman he met. She definitely decided not to question whether this quality was appreciated by his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Elvis pushed through a wooden swinging door and brought them into what she realized was a large country style kitchen, with a wide, wooden island in the middle. Loosening his grip on her, Elvis went to the fridge while Maureen determined she would be more comfortable sitting down, and lifted herself on top of the island’s yellow tiled counter. This is where she sat swinging her legs as Elvis returned with a galloon of vanilla ice cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup.

“Well, now, ya hardly said a word all night, sweetheart, are you always this shy?”

“Um, only with people I don’t know.” Maureen murmured, looking down and pulling the strap of her dress back up from where it slide over her shoulder.

“You sayin’ you don’t know me?”

Maureen looked up into Elvis’s eyes, and her heart fluttered as he stepped closer to her. Now his long arms pushed down alongside her body on either side of the counter and he moved between her legs. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and so she felt the movements of his chest as he leaned closer, hovering in front of her as she gasped and looked down. A lone, nervous giggle escaped her mouth.

“Um, not really. Not who you really are.” Maureen whispered to her lap, which now included Elvis’ hands, rubbing her waist.

He took her chin and lifted it up, speaking softly. “S’ok baby, I don’t bite. Much.”

Then Elvis chomped his teeth together loudly and she jerked back with a giggling gasp as his hands reached out to hold her steady.

Elvis laughed, looking into her eyes through his yellow tinted sunglasses with a focused, attentive gaze. “Well, I’m Elvis, Elvis Presley. Nice ta meet ya, Colleen.”

“Maureen. It’s Maureen, though my friends all call me Mo.”

Elvis’ finger’s trailed up the side of Maureen’s outer thigh, and she swallowed, her breath hitching as she felt his pants against her dress.

“Alright then, see, I didn’t really know who you were.” He looked in to her eyes with a warm thoughtfulness, murmuring. “Nice ta meet ya, Mo.”

Elvis seemed to recognize the effect he had on her, as her breath hitched in her throat and she found her self incapable of talking. He stepped back with a chuckle, and dragged the ice cream over the counter next to Maureen’s hip, pulling off the container top and flipping the chocolate syrup lid with his teeth and an exaggerated “humpf,” which provoked another giggle from Maureen.

She smiled, and guffawed watching Elvis poured the chocolate sauce directly into the ice cream container.

“S’my house, now, dammit, and I’ll do what I want. Ain’t got no wife to nag at me eating ice cream outta the box if I wanna. ”

Elvis dipped a spoon in, and brought it up to Maureen’s lips. “Now, open wide, like a good lil gal.” He chuckled, as Maureen let Elvis push the spoon into her mouth slowly, moaning in delight as she swallowed the sweet, cold, sugary goodness.

“MMhmmm. See, now, do I know how to make women happy or what? You wouldn’t have left me, would ya, Mo Mo?”

“No, but I will do almost anything for ice cream.”

Maureen winked at him and wiped her mouth just in time for another spoon of chocolate swirled ice cream, which Elvis followed with a soft, grateful kiss. He threw the spoon down and leaned into her, his hands moving up her body until they were cupping the back of her head and his lips settled again over hers.

Slow, soft, tender movements turned needier as they rocked back and forth. Maureen’s hands stroked the top of his shoulders, pulling him in by the lapel as she tilted her head and opened her mouth to meet his tongue. Her wooden platforms hit against each other as Maureen notched her legs around Elvis from where she sat on the counter. Elvis gripped her tightly, and then stepped back, panting as he wiped his mouth and opened his eyes, his lips contorted in a dopey grin.

He pulled her off the counter by the hand and they left the ice cream melting where it sat as Maureen gripped her fingers tightly between his and shuffled along beside him, trying not to trip keeping up with his long strides.

“C’mon, baby, let me give you the VIP tour.” Elvis announced as they walked through the other side of the kitchen, and out to a narrow stair case.

“These are some stupid, expensive-ass refurbished stairs.”

He bounced into the second floor, and turned to draw Maureen into him once more, his hand at the back of her neck and her body thrummed with need as she felt his fingers play with the scruff of her hair, before he pressed her to the wall and kissed her, his hands blindly feeling their way over her hips.

Minutes passed and Elvis fingers began to migrate lower. He smiled, drawing back and seeing the arousal that made Maureen’s eyes flash wider and her lower lip drop open.

“Oh loook, huh, I think,” he paused and walked to turn on one solitary lamp on top of a dresser on. “I think we found, the, uh, bedroom.” He looked down, almost shy, as he grinned.

Maureen swished from side to side playfully, anxiously, hesitantly in place where she stood across the room from him. Suddenly self-conscious, her desire faltered as she thought about where she was and who she was with, and became profoundly insecure about her sexual prowess.

“MMhmmmm. There is a bed.” She murmured, her arm up behind her neck, tossing her long, brown hair aside. “And, it is a room. So I guess it fits the definition.”

Elvis eyes narrowed in recognition, and he strode over and took her hand up, kissing the top lightly and nuzzling his nose into Maureen’s knuckles. “Hey baby, we don’t gotta do nothin’, ok? You’re the boss.”

Maureen felt a blistering heat grow between her legs, and she let out a breathy exhale as Elvis moved his lips up her arm, kissing his way to the nape of her neck.

“We aint’t gotta do nothin’ , ok honey? Don’t shake, sshhhh, s’ok.”

Shaking her head, Maureen put her hands around Elvis’ neck, “I, um, I’m not one for, I mean, I don’t usually do one night stands.”

He took her hand, and led her over to the bed, plopping down and pulling her onto his lap. “There, we don’t have ta stand at all.”

Maureen exhaled with a chuckle, nodding and pursing her lips as Elvis rubbed his hand up and down her thigh slowly, suddenly sheepish and uncertain, he let out a nervous exhale. For inexplicable reason, Elvis’ sudden nervousness made Maureen relax a little, and she lifted her fingers to caress down his cheek, before stranding to take off her dress. He stopped her, and lifted her feet, her right, and then her left, chuckling at her cries as he throw them to the other side of the room. Then he pulled her up in front of him, instructing her to lift her dress slowly. Very slowly. Maureen’s breath escaped her nose in long gasps as she lifted her black dress, drawing it over her head, inch by inch, propelled onward by the short gasps Elvis' throat made, his eyes locked into hers as he took in her light, yellow flower patterned panties with a little yellow bow at the middle. Her thumbs grasp was so loose, she felt almost as if the flimsy fabric were being tugged by an invisible string lifting her dress like a curtain, revealing her belly inch-by-inch, then her breasts, then her nipples, before it was over her head and behind her on the floor. Almost entirely naked, she moved her arms over her tummy and did an awkward little wiggle as she hurriedly sought out the warm of Elvis’ embrace.

His movements were slow and purposeful, trailing his over her as he removed her arms from her tummy and just soaked in the sight of her body, biting his lip and breathing. He met her eyes, and gather her body on top of his, planting kisses along her clavicle, each breath made Maureen’s pulse quicken and she ran her hands through Elvis’ soft hair. He laid her back on to the bed, on his knees between her legs as he slid her underwear off, watching as he revealed her wooly, warm labia, sucking in air as he shook his head with reverence and whispered a low goddamn, goddamn.

Maureen let out a breathy chuckle. “What? What is it?”

“Just beautiful, honey, I just like looking at it.”

“I’m, uh. I think I’ve probably done this less than you.” She let out another nervous chuckle, every cell in her body was telling her to shut up but when Maureen got nervous, she started talking more. “I don’t know how I’ll compare to Vegas showgirls or or even —”

Elvis put his finger her to her lips, then he calmly stood up and kicked off his shoes, hanging up his sports coat and printed dress shirt over a chair.

“S’ok, honey, don’t get all up in your head like that. Shhh, just remember to breath and uh, follow my lead.”

Elvis returned to hoover above Maureen and kissed her gently. He winked, and Maureen felt him tremble as he unzipped his pants, bringing out his erect penis.

“I really was the best husband, I never expected anything from my wife. Ever. Cuz, I, uh, know its the man’s job to make it good. You’ll see.”

#my smut maker might be broken tho #why am i considering a two parter when i spent the morning wondering if i need a vacation from fic where i just read memoirs i haven't #but then i see your feedback and comments and i am like hmmmm do i need a second part?#elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis fandom is the best fandom #xoxoxoxo

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whositmcwhatsit · 8 months ago

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My life is... a little difficult right now. I sometimes think I'm paying off enough karmic points that I must have been Ghengis Khan or Jack the Ripper in a previous life. But then maybe it's just that I'm saving them up for days like this...

I didn't think I'd ever top holding the gold attendance belt, or being serenaded by the Sweet Inspirations but when they tried to hand me the TCB ring I had to take a minute because I wasn't sure if I was going to cry, throw up or scream. Whatever noise I did make made the people around me laugh.

I am so lucky, so lucky. And all the suffering? Well, most of it, was totally worth it to earn this.

#elvis presley #elvis fandom #i felt like I'd completed a quest and collected all the magical objects #I tried to hold the badge and do the expression he made at Sonny's wedding reception but I couldn't stop smiling #my heart hurts #but in the very best way

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hooked-on-elvis · 10 months ago

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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

Right back at you, cutie. 🌻 ♥

#elvis fandom is the best fandom #♥

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ab4eva · 1 year ago

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Friends, lovers, buddies, mutuals & baby girls - I truly can’t believe that over a thousand of you want share this little corner of the internet with me. Thank you, thank you, thank you! It’s truly been one of the joys of my life to fangirl with all of you over our faves.

I’d love for you to join my little celebration - send in an ask for any of the prompts below as a little thank you from me to you! xo Christi.

EDIT: CLOSED - Thanks to everyone who celebrated with me! I had a blast! xo

💖 I'll make a custom mood board based on your blog theme + include a song to go along with it.

💋 Send me your crush + a prompt (ex: Andrew Garfield + Halloween) and I'll make a mood board based on it.

✨ I’ll write a little blurb for either Austin Butler, Elvis Presley, or any of their characters based on your choice of prompt from this list.

🎧 I’ll make you a mini-playlist based on your blog + what I know about you OR based on your crush (if you want this one, please let me know which crush).

#ab4eva’s 1k celly #1k follower celebration #1k followers #austin butler #elvis presley #elvis #the best fandom #ab4eva #dividers by cafekitsune

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thatbanditqueen · 1 year ago

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When the year is all over, and Spotify shames me with the evidence that I have listened to Elvis for one hundred billion hours, I imagine that there are going to be a bunch from the 1950s. I Was the One has already come up for me on a few of your other challenges, probably in my top ten of all Elvis songs. There are so many in heavy rotation for me.That's Alright Mama, Blue Moon, Earth Angel, Lawdy Miss Clawdy, Good Rockin Tonight, So Glad You're Mine, One Night With You. All the soundtracks. Too many to list. I am being very disobedient and going way above the three song limit. Sorry, @be-my-ally listed six, and, ahem, a few others did not follow directions, so I took my cues from them.

Shake, Rattle & Roll Top form proto punk where Elvis is almost growling/yelling, and the lyrics are so dirty. It means a lot to me because it was his first TV song, and he just bursts through the screen into the consciousness of the country. BAM.

Don't Be Cruel There are a few versions of this, and I love them all. All 500 from the Million Dollar Quartet. The polished upbeat studio version, with clapping pitter patter of his hands (or someone's) keeping time. The way he says "hmmmmmmm" ? I also get sentimental about this one, it is one I remember listening to and dancing around to as a kid, and then it was Gladys' favorite song.

Is it So Strange On of my favorite Elvis ballads. Maybe my top one. His voice is so deep at the beginning, and then it becomes more earnest and high, and you just hear his range and emotionality. It is so heartbreaking, and I feel it, it is about a lover trying to win back his love and not having eyes for any other girl. June asked him to record this song, and then the album came out after she broke it off. Ugh, the angsty angst. I might just wallow in it for a while.

I Need Your Love Tonight OK, I think his voice is peak dork cute on this, the way he hiccups "wowee" and "pow pow" and then croons "I got the hi-fi high and the light down low," oh god. Be still my quivering quim. And I think the guitar solo is fun too.

Now and Then (There's a Fool Such as I) Can I just group this with Need Your Love? it was the B side on the single. There was a period of about three months when I had to play this song first thing in the morning everyday and it living in my head. That opening guitar riff might be the reason. But then it is the way he croons/slurs the lyrics in a low voice. Then there is the way he grows Then - a when he sings "Now and Then." Ugh. Listen to Hank Snow's version and then listen to this one.

I Asked the Lord Earnest, slow Elvis singing gospel as he plays the piano with a soft deep voice. It is so operatic and sentimental as it crescendos, yet seems so intimate because it's a home recording. I think of him in Germany, a far off look in his eyes, feeling all alone and unsure about his future, singing this, and I can feel the melancholy and I am right there in the same emotional state and I feel connected to him intricately. The melody hits a melodramatic sweet spot for me.

Santa Claus is Back in Town Pretty sure I am one of two Jews in this subsection of the fandom, so I am surprised that I am the first to list this. Or maybe not. I think most American Jewish girls are at least Christmas curious if not full out Santa sluts. Our whole culture becomes Christmas for two months, can you blame us? Plus I grew up celebrating it with friends and family who were not married to Jews. And Elvis' Christmas music is just fucking balls. Anyway, oh man, I love this song. The bluesy melody, the naughty lyrics, his voice, from a growly snark to sexy croon. Brrr. My favorite xmas song.

Elvis Top Three - 1950s Songs

Hello my sweet Elvis friends! The question this week is…what are your top 3 Elvis songs from the 50s? (This to me would include anything recorded in the 50s, even if it wasn’t released until later). This one was SO much harder than I thought it would be. As I looked through The Complete 50s Masters to help me decide on my top three, I was just astounded at the sheer number of great songs he recorded in such a short time span. This man was truly legendary (as if you all didn’t know).

As always, this list could change tomorrow (or in an hour), but here are my top three in this moment:

One Night – Elvis gives such a soulful, sexy rendition of this song; I can’t even tell you how much I love his vocals on this. I also love the story behind the song. The record label felt the original lyrics were too suggestive, but Elvis loved the song so much he played around with it and came up with new lyrics that allowed him to release it as a single. When he performed it at the Comeback Special, you can see how he sort of surprised himself by slipping back into the original lyrics. This is one of those songs you could tell he really enjoyed performing. His passion when he sings this just makes me feel some kind of way.

Heartbreak Hotel – This one is just classic. It was definitely his breakthrough song for a reason. The haunting, hiccup-y vocal, the bluesy piano riff, the lyrics…this to me was just so different from other rock n’ roll stuff. I think it really set him apart. And I love his really bluesy live versions of this later on.

Don’t – I’ve just been kind of obsessed with this one lately. I think the lyrics are sweet (“This you can believe, I will never leave you” – swoon), and this man could just sing a ballad like no one else. His voice makes me feel safe. It is really just perfection.

Runner-ups: It was just painful how many I could not include. Some others up for consideration were Just Because, That’s All Right, Shake Rattle and Roll, Any Way You Want Me, Tomorrow Night, Trying To Get To You, Anyplace is Paradise, Milkcow Blues Boogie…I could go on forever! ❤️

Please share your favorite Elvis songs from the 50s! Anyone join in the fun! 😘

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