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Lovely in Lingerie

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

OMG thank you all so much for the love on my last post!! I was not expecting that at all! I was working on this when I was writing that one as well, but I’ll try to write a part two if some of y’all want…😏

Summary: You decide to try on some sets of lingerie early in the morning.

Word Count: 2K, a bit of a short blurb.

Rating: E (Explicit) Not too much though, just a little bit. Minors, away please.

Warnings: Nothing too bad, just harmless smut. Or if anything, slight voyeurism.

Let’s dive in, shall we?

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Imagine

Imagine walking in the School's corridor with your best friend when your new teacher.... Appears from his class in front of you, You didn't know yet but he would be your teacher all year you didnt know back then but this would be a very long.. Long year...

Elvis x reader!

Warnings: sadness, m. of death, anxiety, fear of abandonment, mention of self harm, angst!

Story: You are locked at home, something is wrong, you dont feel the same...loved anymore....Elvis is some where outside and you are alone...

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"Found you when your heart was broke,

I filled your cup until it overflowed,

Took it so far to keep you close,

I was afraid to leave you on your own"

Tears were falling down your cheeks, lying on the bed hugging the pillow listening to this song that was like a friend to you,from the middle school this song was always there in your headphones, you wanted to fall in to a dark and deep hole and disappear from everyone and everything, you were sure that this day has been last more that it should have.

Your room was dark from the courtains that you closed after you returned home, your face was a mess, your makeup was now rolling down your cheeks and under your eyes, your ponytail was now soft , no longer on how at the beginning of the day.

"Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there,

Feeling so high but too far away to hold me,

You know I'm the one who put you up there,

Name in the sky,

Does it ever get lonely?"

You thought that maybe today would have been different from others, but, it didn't change anything, you felt anger and sadness in your body, you wanted to cry again and scream and punch the pillow, but it wouldn't help in any way.

You knew very well that the week would go on getting worse, you didn't want to leave the house anymore, you felt like crap, you didn't deserve to be in that bed. Thinking about it you don't know why you felt like this, everytime you were trying to relax or have fun, some intrusive thoughts crossed your mind like a fast falling star in the black and blue sky.

"y-you stupid... It's all your fault ... W-wha-what is wrong with you" you said to yourself, your voice was broken, another tear left your right eye, you couldn't even create sentences that you were broking more.

"Gave love 'bout a hundred tries,

Just running from the demons in your mind,

Then I took yours and made 'em mine,

I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind"

This sentece makes you bursting into tears,your demons in your mind were the love that you always gave to the wrong person, you always tried to give the best for your partner but it never return anything back, your lips were now crushing together to hide the horrible hiccups that you were doing, you tightened the pillow more and more trying to imagine someone who would be for you always, at that moment no one came to mind, you just tried not to think about how unlucky your life was...

"p-piece of sh-hit...." other curse words comes out your mouth, insulting you for something you didn't even know what it was, but you wanted to believe that the reason for your hatred and sadness life was your fault.

At some point the phone ring and you jump from the sound, you didn't want to answer, your legs were weak and your body was trembling, you didn't have the force to get up from the bed... After some rings there were silence, you thought that maybe the person that was now calling would leave you alone, you didn't want to deal with some shitty chats on the phone like "how are you?" "whats wrong with you, is everything fine?" "how's life been doing?" etc...

Your vision was now becoming blurry from all the tears that were falling down your eyes, your pillow was now all wet and your makeup was now splattered on the pillow, youre lips were trembling, all youre body was shaking, and more you listen to the lyrics of the Song and more the thought to slap and bit yourself for just existing was growing.

At some point your mind began to wander through the memories, one of them in particular happened a week ago, it was the week when Elvis had just left and you then stayed alone at home, obviously you did not expect to suffer so much his lack but in a way you were also very happy for him because he had left the city to go and record one of his new piece, You were really very happy for him because you had helped him from the beginning to overcome the insicuritues that sometimes he had and for sure you state close to him.

In the following days it happened that you were coming back from school when at a certain point one of the popular girls approaches you and starts to disturb you, you obviously knew what they wanted to tell you so you tried to walk faster, but that was not enough to stop them so they approaches "hy! But how are you! What a randomness to see both after School! Anyway I don't want to rush things and say something that maybe I should not say but... I heard that someone has left you" she said with a cocky tone you in that moment were very perplexed because you did not know what she was talking about, she saw your interogative expression and showed you a journal to show you the "proof".

It was a photo of Elvis and a girl who are kissing on it, So you at that moment already knowing very well what were the intentions of the girls were so you immediately said "I know what you want to do! stop immediatelyand leave me alone! you are just jealous..." she does not make you finish talking and continues "you know I do not quite catch how it is possible that a boy like him has managed to find a girl like you.. I mean look at him..." this quotes hits you so hard, back then and even now... You didn't want to stay and listen to a fan girl that was just crazy over someone....

The quote burn in your head for all the weak, but you didn't know that it was not the only thing that would have been difficult, two days before you started to be bullied at school, you were just trying to take notes and learn new things but the popular's girls and other people started to tormenting you obviously because you were his girlfriend.. They always try to teased you, you ran and ran away but every day that passed it was more difficult to overcome the thing, your life was becoming hell.

You tried so many Times to call Elvis, trying to reach for comfort but.. No one ever answered the phone, and more the days passed and more your thoughts became more heavy.

Why he never called me back then..

What he's doing right now..

You started think that maybe it was your fault if he started to date someone else...you weren't sure about that but the photos were evidente enough... Maybe you were not enough, you were not worthy

you are not.

The bruises you had on your legs and belly were just the beginning... It was all becoming too much.

All of a sudden the phone ringed again, you stare at the direction were the phone was lying, you decide then to got up and slowly put yourself up a bit, you could feel the pain in your neck and your back, your troath was screaming pain for all the scream you had before, you pull yourself up slowly place on the sheets the headphones and start walking to respond the phone, you arrived in front of it and didn't know what to do, you stare at the cornet for a little and then your pale hand just moves, picked up and put the telephone near your ear , you didnt respond immediatly you just wait a little, your breath was now forcing to stay normal,it was sheaky your palms were now all wet for the sweat, then you heard on the other line somone.

"y/n? Y/n are you there honey?" you heard a familiar voice, a deep and gentle voice tone was now speaking "y/n! If you are there please answer me!" the boy said trying to get an answer from you, you remained silent staring at the void, your eyes began to get wet again and turn red, you didn't want to hear him, not him....you didn't answer him.

"baby please! Im here now! What's wrong? What's gotten in to you those days? Im so worried about you!" he said with a presumibly worried tone, you scoffed at that phrase and finally spoke "worried...mh..." he seem so happy that you answered "oh god thank you! You are here! I missed you so much hon-" you didn't let him finish the sentence that you scream at him "DON'T!" you could feel the troath that was now closing without saliva and felt the pain increase, there were a moment of silent before his response "honey?....what's wrong why are you-" he said "i. Said...." you take a big sigh "d-on't call me... Pet names..." you answered with your trembling voice, he was shocked from your reaction, he didn't realize what was happening and he was worried about you, but you didn't know that "listen Elvis.. I don't want to talk or... Even see you understand? Im not feeling good right now and i really dont want no one with me..." he than respond immediatly "what? Oh baby don't be like this plea-" "I SAID DON'T CALL ME THAT, I HATE THAT! just stop trying to make it like you care about me because all you ever have done was just caring about that stupid carrier of yours and never AND I SAY NEVER GAVE A DAMN ABOUT ME...." you started crying, tears were falling down like waterfalls and your voice was now cracking " i-i was... I-... Oh god.... " silence from the other part of the phone, you wanted to end your life right there in that moment" i-i never wanted something like this... I never did something bad to the world and i think... I don't deserve this kind of relationship... Maybe i am the wrong one here, maybe i deserve all this hate.... I don't know... I-i geniually don't have the idea why i-i..im like this.! .." your voice was now all high and hiccups... Your face was all red for the pain of your troath and for your tears..." you... Left me Elvis, i was so happy about you that i geniually didn't care about the long distante between is but, i heard.... Some rumors.... About you... An-and i j-just....didn't expect that, that's all" he realized what you were talking about because for his job he had to do so many works with other people, and most of them were girls...he started talk again "No no! Y/n i swear is not like that! It was only for work really!" he tried to explain but you didn't want to listen, weren't able anymore to talk and all he could hear was you crying and screaming, your knees get weaker and you fall to your knees, a tumb was heard from the other side of the call.

"i-i don' know... I-i just wanted to be loved and... And all i recived was nothing!...i-Im sorry i - if i did something wrong! I-i didn't mean too..." he remain silent, no words cane out of his mouth, he was just pissed with himself, all the words that wanted to tell you in that moment were now vanished from his mind, he wanted to tell you how much he missed you because... He loved you... His job was so messed up and uncontrollable that he had to stay away from you for so long, it never happened before, he didn't imagine such a thing, now hearing your cold and hurted words he just wanted to beat himself hard until he let the blood out of his temples, he never wanted such a thing to happen...

"y/n....believe me please, i didn't do anything.. And all you saw is just some stupid journalist that like to create new story even if they're not real.. Please, i would never do such a thing to you.. A-and" you could hear his voice trembling, his jaw narrow and tried to speak up " i didn' t know 'bout all of that...'m so sorry i wasn't there... You should have called me y' know.." he said "should have called you? Are-are you joking?" you said with all the air in your lungs "i-i tried so many Times Elvis but you weren't there... YOU WEREN'T THERE, EVEN FOR ONE CALL! So stop saying bullshit because we all know how it is..." you said with a cold and angry tone, your words were shiny and sharp as a knife.

Before he could respond after you calmed a bit yourself, took deep breath you finally spoke "I-i think... Elvis i think i better go now, maybe you are right, maybe it was just my imagination..." there was a time if silence of you too and then you chuckle a bit "you know... I always thought that one day i would be loved and for the first time i was just happy and all but, i think i was just stupid and egoista to think something like that... Maybe i dont deserve anything of This.... Maybe..." after that you said something that made chills ran down his spine "maybe i don't deserve this life..."

What you were talking about, he thought for a second and you continue ".... Thank you for everything Elvis .. I loved you..." you were breaking up with him, with your voice that was now all high and crucked you then didn't even listen to what he was saying that you end up the call.

You, on your knees, staring at nothing, tears that were still falling down your cheeks, your life now ended in a second, one call changed your life upside down... You got up weakly, trying to Sand with your hands on the wall and the start walking towards the bed, you fall on it and in a minute you were sleeping. All your life you had imagined finding a person who was always by your side, you were lucky enough to find Elvis, but going on with time as much as you could be close to him it seemed that he was moving away from you, all your memories with him were now just a black cloud that went away like a long rainy day that now disappeared.

That Magic sparkle that was growing in the beginning was now only a hole, a big hole in your heart.

you know that you wouldn't get up from that bed for a long time.

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Hi guys i hope you like this, in This period i dont feel so good, I wanted to represent the situation a bit, i hope there aren't much grammar error, let me know if you want a continue or if you have an idea for a next story, love you! ❤️

Beautiful just beautiful 🫶💕

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pairings : elvis presley x female reader.

summary : your life with elvis, told from your daughter's perspective.

includes : elvis only has eyes for reader in this, angst? angst, elvis is an asshole to priscilla, young actress!reader, grooming in a way (not from elvis' part but by a random character that is reader's partner first), reader is oversexualized, normal misogyny from the 50s - 60s.

author's note : okay so i had this idea for a while and i've been working on this while listening to billie's music so yeah

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when you get older, you realize a bunch of stuff and you daughter, maisie, realized you and elvis didn't have a great life.

you loved each other dearly but there was always something or someone holding you both back.

she likes to watch the home videos your and elvis' friends would record of the both of you because it gives her a sense of peace that the both of you could live together for at least a while.

you were seventeen when you met elvis presley for the first time. you were a famous actress, not as famous as marilyn monroe, natalie wood or rita hayworth but you were bagging roles. you started at a young age, landing a protagonist role at fourteen of marlon brando's stepkid in a cowboy movie. you were praised from left and right when people saw your great talent on the big screen and from there, you started to star in some other movies. when you had your fifteen birthday, you were already nominated to a golden globe and were in thoughts of executives for the oscar.

fifteen year old you sitting there in the golden globe room, crying when your name was announced as the winner.

you were already a big thing. so you had to be careful.

despite your talent, nobody could deny that the main reason you landed roles were because of how beautiful you were. your smile, your laugh, your voice and your mannerisms made you climb to the top. sadly, lot of older men tried to take advantage of it.

one of them got to you, he was nor as famous as you were but he was a writer; a recognized one at that. you both met when you were sixteen and he was thirty-one. no one warned you about it. no one told you it was wrong for someone his age to be with someone your age. so, you both started dating.

you were enamored by him, totally impressed by his stories and achievements not realizing he was bullshitting you and half of his "achievements" were trash comparing them to your golden globe. but you never said anything, because you were naive, you thought you were with the man of your life.

it started breaking when in a celebration to your nineteen birthday party, you met elvis, who was a guest of many people you didn't bother to ask how did they knew him or why did they invited him.

he was starstruck at meeting you, he knew who you were and you knew who he was.

“ i be damned... y/n in flesh. ” his southern accent exclaimed, looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

you smiled. “ mr. presley. ” you said as a greeting but it made elvis grimace.

“ please. elvis. ” he sighed. “ that made me feel like an old man, y/n. ”

“ well, ” you retrieved your hand, the drink in your other hand making some noise as ice hit the glass. “ you are older than me for five years after all. ”

elvis rolled his eyes in a playful manner makings you chuckle. “ god, doll, that's way less than other people i saw here. ”

you didn't mind the pet name, executives called you sweetheart all the time and the press called you 'the delight of Hollywood', you were pretty used to it.

“ true, true. ”

after that, you and elvis were laughing at the whole night.

“ y/n, elvis! ” someone called the both of you, making you turn and elvis look at the person behind you. “ smile! ”

the both of you posed for the camera, you with a smile and a tilting head while elvis wrapped his arm in your shoulder.

that photo was kept in elvis' jacket the day after.

elvis just couldn't forget you and you couldn't forget him.

sadly, when your pr manager found out you were hanging out with the rebel elvis presley he shut down the idea of you being friends with him.

“ but-. ”

“ no, y/n. you don't understand. you have a very good reputation and he could ruin it in seconds. roles, gone! opportunities, gone! all because of s boy! ”

you hung your head in shame. because you understood his frustration.

just days before the party you saw the headlines of newspapers calling elvis names and saying awful things about his dance moves. but you honestly didn't care. so what if he shakes his hips? so what if he winks at girls? isn't that what men do everyday? they just hate he does it because they know that, in elvis' context, is black people's moves.

you had black friends, you were even great friends with eartha kitt so you didn't understand why people were against you being with him.

but you nodded, promising to never talk to him again.

elvis had other plans.

he called you one night.

“ y/l/n residence? ” you asked as you took off your makeup for the night.

“ my girl. ”

you stopped whatever you were doing when that voice reached your ears.

“ elvis? ” you asked, confused in how he got your number.

he laughed. “ hello, candy. ”

you unconsciously smiled at the nickname. he decided to give it to you when he told you about how the first thing he saw about you was the way everyone called you 'Hollywood's delight'.

“ elvis. ” you repeated before blinking. “ how you got my number? ”

“ had to pull some strings. ” he just said and you knew no matter what you did, he wouldn't tell you anything.

“ okay, i see you, cowboy. ” you teasingly said, oblivious to elvis' smile.

“ cowboy, huh? ” he replied making you roll your eyes.

“ watch it. i already have a boy. ”

you stayed the whole night talking with him, though, ignoring your partner as he laid in bed.

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the day elvis told you about his enlistment was the worst day of your young life. you were eighteen, your birthday had just passed and you couldn't believe he was already leaving you.

you saw him the day of your birthday, with his big smile and present in hand.

he told you in a phone call, it was late and you were barely awake. you couldn't help the sobs that left your lips.

“ aw, candy. ” elvis cooed, wanting to be there for you; comforting you. “ i'll be back sooner than you think, don't worry about ol' me. ”

you sniffed, cleaning your nose before looking to your wall. a candid of elvis and you in your birthday pasted with some photos of your family around it.

“ what am i supposed to do. ” you whispered. “ you are my best friend. ”

before elvis could say something, you hung the phone and rolled over your bed, ignoring your boyfriend; soon to be fiancée when he called after you.

the day of his enlistment went public hours after you woke up so you thought: fuck it.

this was going to be the last time you would see him in four years so you better say goodbye the way you wanted to.

with your best outfit, an outfit that would later be popular among young women, you went to the bus that would take elvis and a bunch of other young men to germany.

the sight of you made the crowd so shocked that you it allowed you to walk through them, some cheers were heard and after you entered; did the crowd started to scream.

you looked around before your eyes landed in elvis, who was saying his greetings to officers before he turned thanks to the screams of your name by the press.

everyone would call that moment as the "moment where two movie stars where two normal teenagers".

you ran to him, hugging him and kissing his cheek in ecstasy. elvis returned the affection, holding his you with strength; closing his eyes as he prayed to God to keep you safe while he was away, kissing your head and lulling you to the side.

“ candy. ” he whispered and with that, you felt like you could pass out.

some officers started to interrupt the moment, claiming elvis had to get on the train before its too late for the meeting on Germany.

you nodded, clearly not wanting to upset anyone while elvis just looked at you, his enormous bag on his right shoulder supported with his hand while the other one held yours.

the crowd was ecstatic at the sight of the both of you.

elvis went on the bus, quickly sitting on the sit where the window was open, taking half of his body out as he still wanted to see you.

no one could hear the conversation between the both of you.

on the press' videos, you could be seen giggling and nodding to him while he held your cheeks, standing on the heel of your feet to have him hold you.

and it wasn't until you grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, with elvis returning it with joy, that everyone went crazy.

the intense clicking of photos, the whistles of boys, the jealous sounds of boys and girls, some hitting inside the bus made by his fellow partners.

' the rebel and the girl next door. '

' Hollywood's delight: elvis presley's delight. '

' y/n says adieu to her american boy. '

those were the few outlets that newspapers published with the photo of you kissing elvis in the cover.

you broke up with your older boyfriend the next day.

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if anyone were to ask priscilla: did you like y/n?

she would smile and nod now.

then, not so much.

young priscilla beaulieu, younger than you by four years, was starstruck with elvis when she first met him.

excitedly chatting with him all day, telling him his stories and complaining about his family while elvis payed attention and laugh while she faked his daddy's voice.

elvis left with the thought of you staying in a relationship with that older man that didn't knew how to treat you right.

he would say that to you before but every time you would shake your head and beg him to drop the subject.

so, he saw in priscilla an opportunity of trying to be a better man.

maisie knew that what his dad did was cruel, using priscilla to be a better boyfriend whenever you were ready for him.

priscilla never knew about your life with elvis, or about you in general, she was mainly protected by his father who didn't allow her to read gossip magazines or see full American TV.

so imagine her surprise when she traveled to USA and the first thing she saw when she hit the streets was a big cardboard of a twenty year old you, smiling cheekily with your head turned behind you with your backside facing the public that passed by the big theater, promoting your movie 'baby, kissing is hard'.

as priscilla would later recall in interviews, she immediately felt jealous. she remembered how elvis talked about his life before the army, how fondly he talked about a girl named 'candy' but no matter how many times she asked him who was she, elvis would shook his head and shrug before changing the topic.

when priscilla arrived to Graceland, elvis wasn't there; vernon told her he went just for some things and that he wouldn't take long. she got comfortable, looking around in awe while her suitcase was left beside the door.

it wasn't until she walked to the stairs, taking a turn that she gasped.

a poster of the same actress she saw a cardboard of was there. well preserved. with a frame to keep it from wasting away.

it was a caricature of gene kelly holding you while looking at you fondly, your head slightly turned to look at him just the same. a small drawing of you and him dancing was next to it.

“ did you see the big cardboard of that actress in a theater? close to here? ” priscilla asked elvis while they were dining in Graceland, elvis tilted his head quite confused at the question.

“ i don't think i did. ” he softly said before grabbing a piece of chicken with his fork.

“ she looked beautiful. ” priscilla murmured.

elvis took her hand, softly caressing her knuckles with his thumb. “ you're beautiful. ”

priscilla gave a small smile before dropping the topic. she felt like she was about to throw up.

later in her book priscilla would say how that night she cried herself to sleep, trying to not wake elvis next door, feeling like her heart was being ripped out.

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it wasn't until 1962, that elvis and you reunited again.

you were twenty two, he was twenty seven.

it was a party celebrating the 'return of fun-loving films', executives, actors and directors as well were invited.

when you arrived, alone, you quickly looked through the crowd before going to a corner with a small drink.

oblivious to the fiery look elvis presley sent your way.

onlookers would later say that 'elvis looked like he was holding himself back from grabbing y/n by the waist and dippin' her to a kiss.'

'he looked like he was about to cry by the mere sight of her.'

“ candy? ”

you slightly turned your head, eyes wide when you recognized that handsome face.

“ elvis. ” you said so softly you got a sense of dejá-vu.

“ candy! ” he exclaimed before hugging you to which you returned with a laugh and a hug more harsher than his.

“ oh my god! ” you screamed, grabbing the attention of some people around you who quickly rolled their eyes and returned to their conversations.

“ candy, my sweet candy. ” he mumbled before letting you go. “ i missed you. ”

“ i missed you more! ” you chuckled, leaving your drink in a table near you. “ where have you been? ”

elvis shrugged. “ filming, y'know. ”

you quickly nodded. “ of course! heard you're filming some big movies, huh. ” you teasingly said, punching him on his shoulder as he shyly laughed.

“ that's right. ” he nodded before pointing at you.

quickly knowing what he wanted to know, you answered. “ same. movies around my agenda. ” you sighed, shrugging, trying not to show how tired you were. “ not that excited. ”

elvis nodded. “ saw your, uh. ” he cleared his throat. “ musical. with that guy... ” he trailed off.

you raised your eyebrows in a questioning manner. “ gene? ”

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you looked at him with a incredulous look. “ you jealous, presley? ”

elvis had to look the other way, ignoring how beautiful you looked as you laughed at him.

he could've died happily right there and then.

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priscilla would find out about that years later but she could sense elvis distancing himself from her.

when she moved to Graceland, the first thing she asked of elvis was to remove the poster.

as a way of pissing her off more, she speculates, he changed the poster with a much bigger photo of you in a photoshoot where you were posing in a short tight white dress with sparkling lines, your body being accentuated perfectly, your hair and makeup was made beautifully, the smile and wink that you shared was sinful. priscilla swears she could've ripped that photo if it wasn't for the glass covering it.

that was the first fight she ever had with him.

and she would later say 'most fights would start with me mentioning her and him being all defensive. she was the love of his life and he didn't want to admit she had him wrapped around his finger.

she could've told him to leave me stranded in the middle of the road and he would've done it.'

priscilla later on admitted to not have any harsh feelings towards you anymore since she knew that you didn't had any idea how elvis could be in his worst moments.

“ every day i would have to walk those stairs and see her pretty face looking at me, mocking me: almost like telling me she has my husband's heart and soul for herself. — the worst thing is that if she would've done that in the moment, i would've sighed and told her she was right. ”

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it wasn't until elvis realized his career was going downhill that he came to you.

“ i want to be with you so bad. ” he sniffed, tears rolling down his face; allowing himself to be sensitive.

you shook your head, kissing his hair, comforting him how you could. “ sh, it's okay. ” you said, knowing that whatever he was saying was going to be because of the spur of the moment. “ you can cry here. ” you whispered.

elvis allowed himself to cry harder.

“ i just want to do music. ” he sobbed. “ is that such a crime? ” he hid himself on the crook of your neck, as you used to do when you were eighteen and insecure about everything. now he was the one insecure about everything. how funny life is, huh.

“ elvis. ” you grabbed his cheeks, delicately, kissing the bridge of his nose to shut him up. which worked. “ you are the elvis presley, you hear me? you are one of, if not the, icon of rock and roll music. you created a wave no one will be able to top. and believe me when i say, whatever you sing, whatever you decide to do, will be true because you want it. not the colonel, not your own fans, you. ”

elvis looked at you with teary eyes, trail of his tears on his cheeks.

“ what do you want to do? ” you asked. “ what does elvis presley wants to do? ”

“ who is the real elvis presley? ”

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in the middle of the comeback special, elvis talked to priscilla and, as she feared, with elvis' success coming back; it was expected for you to come back with it.

“ i will never forget how 'shifty' he was, his hands playing with his suit as he told me he wanted a divorce.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️" i love her 'cilla. " he said with such a sweet voice that it made me want to cry.

'how could've i lost him so quickly?' i thought. 'how could i be so naive to think i was the love of his life after all this time? how could've i ever think i would be able to replace her?'

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️" i know. " i said with a shrug. because i knew.

he would always choose her. ”

priscilla would later know that you never knew elvis was in a marriage as you admitted to him that you lived far from the city, no tv signal to exist near you as you hated the press and their nose in your life. elvis took advantage of it and just tried to keep it a secret.

maisie was furious with you and him when she found out, she was seventeen- probably sixteen when she found all the old photos of you and him at the time he was supposed to be with priscilla. she knew the small story about them since her dad would say he was with someone before her mom but that her mom was always the only one for him.

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when you and elvis got married, two months after the comeback special, the news were having a field day.

'destiny brings lovers together!'

'success, it always comes with a girl.'

'ICONS TOGETHER AGAIN.'

you were twenty nine and he was thirty four.

elvis would always describe to his friends the time where he was married to you as the most happiest moments of his life.

jerry would later on write on his book:

“ elvis would be amazed at anything she would do. everyone loved her, obviously, she wasn't only elvis' love, she was a great friend to all. she helped every single one of us. and you couldn't help but love Hollywood's delight. but what kind of love elvis had for her was more great than anything anyone can dream of. ”

maisie found home tapes later on her life. she was probably nineteen when she found the first one.

in it, you and elvis were in Graceland's garden.

you were playing with the puppy elvis bought, which you named 'caramel' because of her golden fur, while elvis sat behind you; surrounding you with his arms and smiling fondly at the sight in front of him.

there was one moment in it that made maisie cry everytime.

you would smile and point at caramel. elvis would nod and chuckle before grabbing your hand in his and rest his chin on your head.

it seemed so romantic. so cute. so... you.

you transformed elvis into someone so soft and romantic, turning his passion towards music to your relationship.

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nine months after your marriage with him, you welcomed a new family member.

maisie jean presley. a cute babygirl that had elvis' nose and your lips.

the photos of you, taken by friends, coming out of the hospital with her on your arms and elvis smiling at his favorite girls hit the tabloids to elvis' request. saying he wanted to show everyone he found another love in this life besides you.

maisie would later see those home tapes.

those home tapes were you sat on the couch with baby maisie of one month on you lap, pointing at the camera while your baby babbled nonsense; making you laugh.

one thing maisie could remember about you is your smile.

it was such a comforting smile, that type of smile that makes someone turn around to keep watching it, a motherly smile.

you would smile when elvis would sometimes punish her for being a bad girl.

you would smile when you would bake her and elvis some pastries.

you would smile while acting with elvis some fairytale story, you as the damsel in distress with elvis being the superhero that saved you.

you would always smile. maisie never saw you sad.

but you were. more when elvis, maisie and you moved to las Vegas.

elvis reassured you that it would be only a performance.

later on, fans would say that elvis couldn't have known the colonel's mischief so he had told y/n the truth.

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your fights started when you caught elvis flirting with girls on hotel, sometimes he wouldn't even pretend he would straight up wink and giggle with some random pretty girl.

meanwhile, you were standing behind him, maisie on your hip.

“ baby-. ”

“ fuck you. ” you harshly say as you try to make maisie a sandwich, your back facing elvis.

he put his hands on his waist, shaking his head. “ darling, listen to me. i love my fans. ”

you didn't answer.

“ baby. ”

you still didn't answer. elvis sighed.

“ you know that- you're an actress, you should understand! ” he angrily said.

“ was! ” you pointed at him with a knife. “ was, elvis! i quitted to take care of maisie! ”

you harshly spread the mayonnaise on the bread, putting ham after.

“ because you told me you could work for the both of us, because you said we would be provided-. ”

“ YOU ARE! ”

“ AT WHAT PRICE?! ” you threw the knife to the sink, closing the sandwich before turning towards him.

silence engulfs the moment.

“ you are always working. maisie barely sees you, elvis. ” you say with tears in your eyes. “ she doesn't even remember you enough to draw you in family portraits. ”

elvis turns to a side, shaking his head.

“ so think about what you love most. your fans or your family. ”

you walked past by. not before muttering: “ i chose my family. ”

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the last home tape maisie found was one where you and her were at the park, elvis on a fancy suit while you tickled maisie.

a picnic table on the background with some of elvis' friends behind playing football.

you seemed happy, you were laughing and smiling to the camera, your actress charm keeping itself known.

elvis would do goofy faces when the camera was pointed towards him before laughing and pointing at you as he screamed 'record her! she has a better face than i do! ”, the camera panning to you with a dead stoic face; holding your laugh.

maisie would say on an interview that 'even though my parents weren't perfect, they suited each other. i will always blame the colonel, that motherfucker, for ruining their life.'

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elvis woke up one day to find you packing a small bag on silence, your hair and makeup done.

“ b-baby? ” he whispered.

“ i'm leaving. ” you said, sniffing. you were crying.

elvis immediately woke up. “ what. ”

you moved around the room, grabbing a small lace scarf before running out of the room.

he didn't waste any time in standing up from bed, running after you.

“ candy! ” he said on the hallway, successfully making you stop in the middle of it, turning to him.

elvis' heart broke at the sight.

red eyes with wet trails on your cheek and puffy lips.

“ what? ” you softly asked.

“ you leaving? ” he asked with that soft broken voice that made your heart sore.

you couldn't bring yourself to answer with words so you just nodded.

elvis shrugged. silence. then he started walking down the stairs. “ i can do better. ”

“ no-. ” you quickly went to the elevator and the sound of elvis' hurried steps behind you made you run but before you could leave, he grabbed your knees, kneeling.

“ please don't! ” he screamed, fully crying. almost the same as that day where he felt his career going downhill, where he felt lost, his only light being you.

why is his light leaving him?

“ please, please, please. ”

you took his hands in yours before kneeling. “ i can't do this. ” you admitted, elvis shook his head but you quickly followed. “ i can't, elvis. ”

he sobbed.

“ maisie needs a father. ” you sobbed and elvis could've get less hurt by a stab on his heart than the sound piercing his eyes. “ and i need my husband back. ”

you threw his hands off you and quickly left the hallway, deciding to take the stairs.

elvis couldn't do anything else than stay there. kneeling on the floor with his hands on his laps. messy hair and red eyes as he just laid there.

you would come back, wouldn't you? god, please. bring my baby back to me.

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it wasn't until 1973 that elvis truly knew heartbreak.

'y/n found dead by staff on her secret house.'

'y/n's dead.'

you were thirty four.

elvis' friends would always avoid with their eyes whenever someone would ask how elvis coped with your death.

jerry remembers him full on sobbing on his hotel room bed, hugging a pillow that was covered by a nightgown you left years ago. grimacing at elvis' heartbreaking sobs as he begged god to bring you back to him.

“ he would scream, full on screaming, begging God to bring y/n back. he promised that he would stop being the icon elvis presley, he would be only y/n's husband and maisie's father, that he would cherish her more, that he would choose her.

but God denied it. ”

elvis didn't assisted to your funeral. maisie would later on know that the reason for it was because elvis was so devastated he couldn't bring himself to go there. to see you one last time, laying on a casket, lifeless, with no smile to welcome him.

how could you do this to him? you promised to be there for you, always. forever.

why are you not beside him?

why can't you just come back?

he was experiencing the same pain he felt when his momma was taken from him, suddenly losing someone so dear to you...

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elvis was never the same after that.

maisie went on to live in Graceland, vernon looking after her while elvis performed. the only time maisie was able to see her father was when he would come back and hug her, spending the whole night with her. not bothering to sleep.

' i need to be with my baby. ️️' he would say everytime jerry or his father would beg him to sleep at least a minute.

because elvis didn't want maisie to feel the same pain he felt. elvis didn't want maisie to forget you. she was barely five.

“ daddy. ”

elvis turned to look at maisie who was sitting on her bed, elvis besides her reading her a story.

“ yes, peanut? ” elvis softly asked.

maisie's tiny nose moved like a bunny before her lips started trembling. elvis frowned as he left the small book on her night stand.

“ oh, no, what's the matter, baby? ” he asked as he brought maisie to his lap, lulling her from side to side.

“ i don' wanna forget mommy. ” maisie softly said, breaking into sobs at the mere mention of you.

elvis immediately looked away, he was like her, at the mere mention of you he could cry.

“ no. ” he shook his head before looking at her with teary eyes. “ you won't forget mommy, ya' hear me? ” he sternly said, maisie nodded. “ mommy is hard to forget. ” he whispered as he hugged his daughter, who clung to him as if he was about to dissappear.

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everyone would later on speculate on what made elvis fall harder into drugs. was it the constant reminder of you not being there anymore? his job? the responsibility of maisie? the colonel's constant overload of work?

perhaps everything just crashed in him.

maisie smiles as her finger trails your smiling face before trailing to elvis' cheeky smile, baby maisie in the middle looking at her parents with love.

she knows you were not perfect neither was her father, she wishes the both of you could've had more time.

she shakes her head, quickly saving the pictures in the same box he found them in, she sighed as a smile appeared on her face.

what's she saying? you and elvis are together. up in heaven. looking after her.

she stands up and brushes her hands on her pants for the dust to leave. she looks around.

your favorite color decorating the wall, elvis' posters above your bed, pictures of your mother and father in your nightstand. just as it was left the day you left your hometown to live in Graceland.

maisie leaves the room and the small click of the door is the only sound left.

you are resting now. and so is elvis.