A Story By Presleyhearted - Chapter Masterlist

A story by presleyhearted - chapter masterlist

✰ Title: Kismet, Kismet

✰ Pairing: 1970s!e x asian female OC

✰ Genre: angst, smut, fluff. The cliche but trying not to be cliche typa fic. It's pretty clear in the title, but fair warning - i do love writing angst a lot.

✰ Status: ongoing

✰ Summary: Angel Song grew up in a strict, Korean household. Molding her into the perfect 'good girl.' Through a strange case of serendipity, she finds herself face to face with Elvis Presley, the one person who just might threaten to shatter the glass of her good girl act.

✰ Ratings & Warnings: NSFW. Although this may not be the case for each part, I will still say this is more of a NSFW category. Please read warning on each part before proceeding. I'm sure all of you know and are very familiar with the good girl meets bad boy cliche story, right? Well, sometimes we all need a bit of a cliche every now and then. Another important note - this story will contain - mature themes, strong language, discussions and topics of racial discrimination. So please do read warnings.

taglist: @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a @obsessedwithurlove

Kismet, Kismet ✨🤍 | INDEX

Part 1

Part 2

WRITERS AND FUTURE WRITERS, PLEASE LISTEN UP

i saw a few tiktok videos that was very concerning to me and i decided to share some of the knowledge i got because as a community of people who freely write things about characters, we need to protect our work. i have just decided to edit this post and to put the whole videos here since a some reblogs were of how i was spreading misinformation.

GOOGLE DOCS IS NOT SAFE (full credit to woppydoesthings on tiktok for information)

thank you to @lighteez for suggesting “reedsy” as an alternative option

thank you to @braingoaaaaaah for suggesting “click up” as an alternative option

thank you to @koungacris for suggesting “LibreOffice” as an alternative option

thank you to @stellarnathy for suggesting “notion” as an alternative option

THEY GOT THE AO3 WRITERS AS WELL (full credit to tiktok user sakuradarling) (sadly i can only add one video in per post and the tiktok user had turned off saving videos but i have decided to link the original video https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFbq1PRA/)

apparently some thieves i am NOT calling them people because who with moral compass would do this shit? are copying, pasting and printing out popular fanfictions on AO3, binding them, turning them into actual books and selling them on places like Etsy WITHOUT crediting the original authors. which is why we can’t find some certain popular fics or authors on AO3

TUMBLR IS SELLING OUR WORK/PROMPTS TO THIRD PARTY WITHOUT CONSENT

i think i came across a post or two about it. i think my mutual @livelaughlovesubs has reblogged a post about it. check it out and turn on a switch on your blog settings that prevent this. stay safe and protect your works writers

spread the word everyone, because… genuinely what the fuck?

WIP: A little something that has made it’s way into my brain. A specific scene of 1970s E looking out from a rooftop in Las Vegas, having quite a revealing conversation with someone. This is only a lil’ something, so may or may not be turned into a whole something.

warning: mentions of a scar.

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“Ask it.”

“I wasn’t-“

“I heard you.” My heartbeat- he meant. It would be foolish of me to ignore his request, after all it was very limpid that he sensed a question, before the words even stepped out of my lips.

I found my fingernails gripping the edge of the metal railing as I leaned against it, as if calling out for support. My eyes casted downwards on the vibrant city below us, “Your lower back. I, uhm…I saw a scar on your lower back. I was passing through to find my way to a restroom, your door was left a little ajar. “ I wasn’t looking at him, but I could practically feel his gaze burning into me, which is why I found myself breathing out a sigh - forming a halo shape into the wintery air.

“Elvis, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to Iook in, and I should’ve kept walking-“

A beat of silence. What could he be thinking?

“What did ya think of it?” He asked, voice controlled but there is a quietness to it.

I whirled around to face him, “I-I just feel terrible for looking into it when it was your privacy-“

His azure blue eyes were firm on me, “That’s not what I’m asking you.”

“What?” I managed to breathe out.

He steps closer, “You keep saying you don’t feel right and wanted to run off. I wanna know. . . why? Did it disgust you? Made you wanna hurl your guts out? Made you wanna remember it, so you could sell off your new discovery to the press-“

I was lost for a second, lost on why the city was suddenly blurry in my vision - my eyes were burning with tears.

“No.” I say, my voice firm. He’s at a pause, eyebrows knotted and that fire in his eyes that was once set ablazed - now showed blue like ripples in spring lake.

“No?” He questions, eyes wide.

“A scar isn’t something that was born from pleasant happenstance. It’s not something a lot of people show off to the world, and get applause from. It’s not like a performance on stage. It’s that darkness after the lights are off, behind the stage curtains. Evidence that you were hurt before and it’s forever there. To remember it. I ran not because I thought it was hideous of whatever incredulous thing you said. I ran because I wouldn’t want a stranger to see that part of me. . . the part behind the curtain.” I looked away, not waiting for his response.

Before there could be any response, a rush of footsteps and the quick opening of the door caught both of our attention. There stood Jerry Schilling, sweating and a rush of relief as his eyes meet ours, “Thank fuck. E, we’ve looked everywhere. The colonel wants to speak to you.”

Elvis simply nods and his friend walks off.

He looks at me, “You’re no stranger to me.” He says softly, as he walks away - leaving me with my thoughts and the bustling life of the city before me.

Even if you have found someone who loves you back, the battle doesn't end here. Sometimes, not sometimes but all the time, love is not enough. You need to be respected, you need to be understood, you need to be communicated, the one-sided relationship of giving is not enough only for the sake of he/she loves me back, your love for each other must be constant despite the fights between you, you must be ready for a change in yourself, you need to point out each other's toxic traits and be open/ready to work on them. If your partner is insecure and overthinks every single detail, you're the one who is supposed to understand it. Instead of being mad, assure him/her. Loving IS A BIG DEAL.

WRITE!! WHAT!! YOU!! WANT!!

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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

— H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You