#so doesn't fit on my current phone cord

[samble]

protecting my ds charger from bending damage

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Bless The Telephone

Pairing: Elvis x f!reader

Summary: On a day where the reader feels more than alone, the telephone comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Hurt comfort, lonliness, self-doubt. let me know if I missed any!

A/N: My heart is broken at how much i had to remove because of tumblrs’ character limit. Worry not, I linked the original full verson at the end for those interested! The song below, Bless the telephone, was the insipiration for this piece. The original by labi, and the cover by sperpent with feet are two of my faorite songs and they both fit so well. you don’t have to listen to either but i highly recomend listening to one or the other. It’ll set the tone!

Today was not a good day. You sat, alone and tired. The house had never seemed so empty and colorless. Honestly, it was a sad sight. The clouds in the sky were identical to the one looming over your head. They all seemed to mock you as you searched for sunshine within the desolate space. That gray sky filled with rain appears to laugh at you as you tried to find a resolution. There isn't anything for you to do except sit and think.

The words that float through your head are only comforting for a moment. It starts innocently enough with your best friend, Mr. Elvis Presley himself.

You can't help but think of his ultramarine orbs and how they match your current mood. The thought is enough to make you giggle. Next, it's that award-winning smile; there's something about it that leaves a warmth spreading through your body. When you see it, you're home. He is your home. That little thought confuses you. Where did that come from? you ask yourself. You push it aside as you continue to ponder, which brings you to his cheeks. No matter how much he's grown into himself, they've managed to stay chubby, almost cherub-like. Things begin to look a bit brighter as you think of him. Of course, it doesn't stop there. You mull over how he squeezes your sides when he hugs you or never strays far when you are together. His voice, god, that voice. The sound is butter-smooth and secure, truly a gift from above. When it graces your ears, nothing compares. Everything makes sense; When he sings, it's something angelic, and when he speaks, you can't help but conclude that his voice is why the stars align or the sun shines bright.

That's when it all comes crashing down. You realize you love him. At this moment, it is abundantly clear. You are so deeply in love with your best friend. There's a pang in your chest as you realize the source of your agony. It becomes a little harder to breathe, and your eyes sting as your mind shifts gears—the soft drumming of the rain against the windows is the only sound you hear as you delve into self-destruction. What if he doesn't feel the same? What if I'm stuck as his best friend. Something ear-piercing interrupts your attack on yourself. You glance up and wonder what has released you from the cage that is your mind—the Telephone. Though you aren't in any speaking mood, hearing a voice other than your own is an opportunity you can't pass up.

The ringing stops, you fear you've missed your chance to escape. A moment passes, but before you can settle back into your stupor, the phone begins to ring again. This time, it sounds as though it's begging you to answer. You wonder who it could be; a telemarketer? Your mother? A misdial? Either way, you refuse to miss the chance at interaction, so you lift the receiver off the hook. Then, you hear it, the sweet sound that brings you solace.

"Y/N? You there?" Your breath hitches, and your mouth seems to malfunction. A second's passing feels like an eternity, but you manage to choke out a response. "Yes, E, I'm here." There's a pause that leaves an unsettling feeling in the air. "How are things with you, darlin'?" He asks. You twirl the phone's cord as you bite back a smile. "Things are just fine, El. How are you?" Elvis lets out a light chuckle " I know that ain't true, baby." Frozen, you are absolutely frozen.

Baby? That's never let his mouth in regards to you. Sure, he's got his share of nicknames for you, but none so intimate.

"What do ya mean, E?" You murmur out. He huffs, "Things can’t be fine for you 'cause they ain't fine for me."

You’re all ears now. "What's wrong, Elvis? Somethin' happen?" another pause, "Y/N..." he says, soft and low. You wait for him to continue. "Y/N, I just need you to listen, okay?"

Now your mind is running at a mile a minute. Did something happen? Does he have a girl now? "Y/N?" You shake your head to clear your thoughts. "Yes? Sorry, I'm still here; I'm listening. What is it, El?"

"Baby, listen,I'm in love with ya. So damn in love, it hurts. It hurts when you're far, when I can't hug you, when all I've got is a shirt with your perfume on it, even when I don't hear your voice. All of it hurts, baby. You don't have to say nothin' if you don't feel the same. I've waited all day long to hear from ya, now that I have the time, I don't want to waste it. W-We can pretend I never said anything. I just needed to-" 

"Elvis!” You interrupt his rambling.“I feel the same way too. I’m in love with you" you say, a smile forming on your lips. "You messin' with me, doll? 'cause that ain't funny." You shake your head as if he could see it.

"No, Elvis, I'm not jokin'. You take me away from the feeling of being alone. Without you, I'm lost. I love you, so much." He lets out a breath of relief. "Can I come see ya, baby?" If you smile any harder, you'll get stuck.

"Of course, honey. Please be safe-" The dial tone replaces your love's voice, and you let out a small laugh. You stand in the middle of the room, processing what happened. Before you know it, there's a knock at the door. You just about rip it off the hinges. There he stands, in all his glory.

No words are exchanged. He pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, peppering little kisses down your neck. He floods your senses; the soft earthy smell accompanying him is almost too much. as you stand in his embrace, you look up at the sky.

The rain has stopped, and the clouds have gone. The sun smiles down on two halves now made whole. This time, the squeeze on your heart and the tears in your eyes are bliss. The two of you part, and he makes his way inside, still holding your hand.

You pass the device that brought your sunshine as he navigates through the hall into the front room. Elvis plops down on the brown sofa, dragging you with him. His arms fall around your waist naturally, and his head finds a home in the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry I waited so long to say somethin' satnin." You find yourself denying his blame. "You're timing was perfect; thank you for calling me, El."

He lifts his head, and those icy blues meet your love-stricken orbs. His gaze drops to your lips and quickly flickers back up to your eyes. You cup his face, fingers grazing over stubble as you lean in. As marshmallow soft lips meet your own, you have only one thought.

Bless the telephone.

Taglist: @crash-and-cure @tacozebra051 @tommydarlings @nottanasworld @elvisshowusyourpelvis @marriedtopresley @18lkpeters @thatbanditqueen @pennyroyalcreep @kendralavon7 @lov4gor3

[myhyperfixationisiforgot]

I've seen a couple of posts lamenting people who watch tiktoks or videos or whatnot out loud so I'll go ahead and say my piece: People don't wear headphones anymore because headphones are miserable now.

My first smartphone came with headphones. When I managed to break those, I could buy a replacement pair for a few bucks pretty much anywhere. Those headphones didn't need to be charged, they could be crammed into pretty much any pocket without a case.

Airpods are $100. Samsung's headphones are anywhere from $100-$170. I haven't seen corded headphones in years now. The pair I used to use (that still function six years after I bought them) literally can't work anymore, because my current phone doesn't even have a headphone jack. Even my cheap, shitty over-ear headphones cost $30, nearly twice as much as the last pair of corded headphones I bought in 2019.

My headphones only have about eight hours of battery. They take a different charging cord than my phone. They're big enough that I can't fit them in anything smaller than my backpack, and they're awkward to mess around with. The blue-tooth often doesn't work, especially if I switch between my computer and my phone. If I have trouble with the connection or the settings it's already pretty hit-or-miss if I can fix it. Folks like my mom or my nieces, who don't really do tech? Not a chance.

Anyways. People watch stuff without their headphones now because at some point in the last few years, headphones became a luxury product. They stopped being intuitive. People don't want to go through the trouble of buying expensive headphones that are super easy to lose and won't work without constant upkeep to listen to a fucking tiktok, you know?