OKAY NOW WHO MADE THIS????

OKAY NOW WHO MADE THIS???? 🤣🤣🤣

Delusional E.P headcannon:

Elvis loves taking naps with his girl- he loves being able to cuddle and hold her tight, just the warmth of it all makes his heart swell- especially when she wakes up all sleepy and mumbling while making heart eyes at him and he teases her about it

oh nonnie i absolutely adore this! however i am listening to “love in the dark” by adele so this is angsty… :(

“please… just lay with me”

how could you say no to him? when he looks at you with so much love & care, afraid that even glancing at you the wrong way will make you shatter & disappear

so you curl up to him as he lays flat on his tummy; his favorite position to sleep in such childhood

the room is shrouded in blue moonlight; as fresh as the babies breath he used to buy you every tuesday on the way home from work..

when you were young & wide eyed & he was wild & free but still so effortlessly tied down to you

you knew there were other women, sometimes when he laid down next to you at night, slurring his love declaration and mumbling to sleep with exhaustion, you saw lipstains on the collar of his shirt

still, in moments as tender as this, you wondered how he could possibly not love you

how could he not love the way you cling to him?

how could he not love your eyes that never leave his chest to make sure he’s still breathing & not gone back to heaven where he came from

how could he not love you? how couldn’t this satisfy him?

he stirs beside you, one eye opening and peering over the muscle of his bicep and staring at you

“i love ya y/n… ‘m sorry if i don’t say it no more”

there are no words to express the pain in your chest as he utters those words

you simply swallow and nod your head, afraid to speak in fear of the sob slowly climbing into your throat

“baby love… lemme see your eyes, please”

and you look at him; with so much love and anger and resentment, but never hate. never that.

“so beautiful. thought you was sleepin’ for a minute, but i know my girl, i know my y/n”

his voice rings in the darkness, reminding you that you will always be able to find your way back to him.

from the lonely girl in ‘55 to the other woman in ‘71, how strange and foreign he had become

his love language was always touch; a hand on your waist, ankles hooked under tables, arm over your shoulder or resting on your head.

yet it still shocks you when he reaches for you. not because of the darkness, but because of the unfamiliarity of his touch

how had someone who knew every part of you, seated himself deep into the very flesh of your being, feel so strange?

he pulls you to him, laying on his back with your left hand placed on his heart & covered by his large, warm hand

who had they touched before this?

but that thought is not your undoing.

it’s the steady sound of his heartbeat pounding right beneath your right ear

he’s calm, here now, holding you in his arms at 11:07 pm on a random monday, is the calmest he has been in months.

in the morning he’ll belong to the world again. the flashy genius musical angel sent from God himself. the lifelong heartthrob & first love of women & men around the world. the leader. The King.

and yet here in the dark, he is all yours.

you don’t wonder about his indifference; instead you just sleep & hold him with all of the love and courage left in your body.

like you always have.

“goodnight sleepin’ beauty, i’ll see ya in the mornin’”

“goodnight e… i love you”

This scene awakened thoughts in me I didn’t know I had

When Elvis looked Colonel in the eye and said "hmm..." "mmhmm" I felt that.

I’m worried I’ll cry during the entirety of Wakanda Forever.

el in her letters: will is having a good time here! a girl flirted with him today. and the day after too. hes really popular :) i think he might even have a girlfriend hes not telling me about

mike in his basement after reading the letter:

i'm so fucking tired of all you people.