#i try to love and appreciate all eras of elvis

[doll-elvis]

“At night he grieved in his bunk. I would lie there in the darkness and listen as he quietly moaned from down in his heart. After a while, I would climb down and sit on the side of his bunk. I’d tell him jokes and stories until he began to feel a little better and could fall asleep. When I climbed back in my bunk I made it my goal to keep Elvis laughing all way across the ocean…”

Charlie Hodge and his devotion to keeping a smile on Elvis’s face >> 🥹

(excerpt from Me ‘N Elvis by Charlie Hodge)

#i try to love and appreciate all eras of elvis #but thinking of elvis when he was in the army breaks my heart #he had just lost his mother and was now thousands of miles from home #I don’t think he had ever been so unhappy and heartbroken in his life #he once even said while on maneuvers he would park his army jeep away from the others and just cry alone for hours #I’m glad little ole Charlie was there to keep E laughing #elvis presley #charlie hodge #elvisaaronpresley #elvis history #elvis #elvis book excerpts

[thatbanditqueen]

No One Walks Out Ch 4

No One Walks Out On Big Daddy

Chapter 4: Kaleidoscope

Summary: Elvis convinces Becky that this is actually a romantic gesture, and he brings her to Graceland to meet his family and spend some time together as he prepares to have his daughter come to Memphis. A fluffy, smutty nuzzlefest with some foreboding and Jerry shenanigans.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, cunnilingus, vaginal sexual penetrative intercourse, cursing, drug use and alcohol, and, because it's Elvis, weird mind games and jealousy. Some historical inaccuracies.

Words: 18.6K EVERYTIME. Every. Goddamn. Time. With every fic. I tell myself, this time, 10 K is enough. And then I write more than i did last time. I think I loose readers every time it gets longer... but .. fuck.. I don't know. It's hard to kill your darlings.

I made a playlist just for this chapter in order of the songs that get sung or played.

I'm so bad at attention to detail, sorry for the typos.

This chapter is part of my on going fic about 1975-era Elvis and a single mom he meets after a concert in Jackson, MS. If you haven’t read it, you can here:

Catch up on Chapter One here

Catch up on Chapter Two here

Catch up on Chapter Three here

Thanks to everyone who has commented, sent asks, and supported this story. If you enjoy it, please, for the love of big daddy, reblog, comment, share. I always like hearing what works and what doesn't, because it gets into my fingers and shapes the way they write. Pretty sure the smut is ridiculous here....

Sunday, June 14th

1 PM, Pop’s Gas Station

Somewhere in Mississippi 

The coffee was hot as it rolled down Jerry’s throat, and he shifted against the raw wooden grain of the bench outside Pop’s Gas Station, somewhere off Highway 61. It was bright in the muggy, midday heat of Mississippi, and Jerry adjusted his sunglasses, intentionally turning his head away from the yellow Cadillac parked askew twenty or so feet to his right. Lush green trees lined the two-lane highway, and Jerry stared at the overgrowth, trying not to focus on Elvis’ laugh bubbling up as it was interrupted by yelps as Becky hit him again and again on his upper arm. Jerry made no visible acknowledgement that he could hear or see everything being said in the car twenty feet away.

"Elvis THIS IS NOT FUNNY! Turn around and take me home… I don’t appreciate being taken against my will…”

“Thought you liked being taken by me, ouch…. last night you said you wished you could co—”

“No, I never said—”

“Yes ya did, ya said,” Elvis’ eyes laughed and his lips pouted while he spoke in a high falsetto, “Oh Elvis you big strong manly stud, I wish I could stay like this forever, naked in your arms…c—”

“No, no, no, now.” Becky flipped her long, dark auburn curls over her shoulder and looked out the window at Jerry, still aloof, disinterested, his eyes focused on an indeterminate point in the distance. “I didn’t say it like that, I was caught up in the moment and I said ‘this is nice, just being here like this, together.. wish it could last forever,’ the kind of stupid thing weak-willed women like me say after making love….I never said I wanted you to go——”

“Well, I saw it in your eyes… and again this morning, when you were trying to play it cool while ya wa warshin’ my clothes for me, ironing ma pants…” His fingers rubbed the side of her arm, stroking up to the top of her shoulder then back down to her elbow, trailing lightly along her thigh. Becky settled a little as Elvis’ voice rumbled into her ears. She stopped punching him and crossed her arms with an exasperated sigh.  Elvis leaned in closer, still a few inches from her ear, murmuring while his hand circled the top of her left knee. “C’mon woman, ya really don’t wanna spend a few more days with me?”

Becky crossing her arms even tighter, and a guttural growl emerged from her throat with a “Humpf… Elvis…. I can't disappear on a whim just to be your fuck buddy for a week…”

“Whoa now, first a all, this ain’t just about screwing around-”

Becky arched an eye brow.

“Maybe for you, ya wanton woman…”

“Ha!”

“No, now a man can only do so much a that… now just come here a second….”

Elvis's hands pulled Becky across the front seat of the car and into his arms.

“Now honey, I like you, we have fun in each other’s company, hmmm?” He kissed the top of her dark curlscand her skin smoldered under the heat of his large hand massaging her shoulder. The bottom of his glasses bumped along the top of her head and she took another deep, protracted breath, uncrossing her arms.

“Mhmmmm… I… it’s not ok to go behind my back just because you want something to happen a certain way…it doesn’t feel good to be tricked into something…”

“Ok, ok… ya right…. See, I … I knew you was too shy to ask your folks… ” Becky jabbed him softly, playfully, moving her elbow up and down along the soft cushion of Elvis’ belly. “Ok, ok, simmer down, I’m sayin’ you are right, honey, I'll never trick you again or do something without asking….promise…I’ll never not consult you again when I’m planning a grand romantic gesture that sweeps you off ya feet…” 

“HA … that what this is? Awfully optimistic of you, thinking anything like this will ever happen again .. I have a mind to make you drive me back to Jackson on principle…”

“OK, well, now, look, we’re only ‘bout on hour from Graceland,  let's head in and if ya still set on leavin’ in the morning,” Elvis winked as he said this.  “I’ll have Jerry drive you back…”

Becky softened and leaned into him, her hand worked its way around Elvis’ waist. “Oh no, no Jerry, no Joe, you’re not gettin’ your friends to do your dirty work for you - you did this to your self, and you need to be the one sufferin’ the six hours driving me to Jackson and back…”

“So what I’m hearing is that you want the maximum time ta cuddle with me … I gotcha, I gotcha… so come an’ get it now, silly woman!”

Elvis’ right hand tightened around the edge of Becky’s shoulder, his thumb gently swiping up her shoulder blade as she scooted into him, releasing all of her resentment about this surprise trip to Memphis. Becky made a mental note to save any indignation that remained for Ida as she snuggled into Elvis chest, giving into it’s warm comfort and burrowing her nose into his breast. Becky smiled as Elvis let out a deep hiss as the tip of her nose traced over his nipple. Her hand moved down to tease him along the crease of his pants where his belly met his thigh. Slowly, her fingers crept further along the ridge of his tummy and onto the top of his legs, just to the point above his crotch, then giggling softly as Elvis gasped and exhaled with a low exclamation.

 “Gawdddddammit… lil gal… gonna loose my foot tryin’ to get us back to Graceland…show you that sound proof….roommmmmm,” his voice purred as Becky’s fingers needled the round flesh at the top of Elvis inner thigh. 

The friction created a heat between them, and Elvis fingers started to rub Becky’s shoulder with a blistering need. He kissed the top of her head, and Becky watched him push against her in the rearview mirror. Her chest filled with warm exhilaration at the sight of Elvis’ lower lip hanging down, his eyes blown wide with earnest, needy lust. She watched his lips smoosh sideways as he kissed her forehead, maintaining a charged eye contact with her through his glasses. The intensity of his stare was overwhelming, it made her heart beat so quick that she heard it in her ears, almost drowning out the sound of Elvis’ left hand rolling down the window to yell out for Jerry to get back in the car, never breaking the bond between his chin and her forehead. 

Elvis blue eyes simmered as they stared her down through the mirror, and Becky couldn’t stop herself from biting her lip. His fierce stare was juxtaposed by the softness of his voice as he whispered into her hair while they drove along the highway.

“He’s sawry if he upset ya baby …” Elvis voice went into a low, intimate babyish tenor, the movements of his thumb became more protracted, and Becky shushed him through his shirt. “Such a sweet baby ta me… baby baaaaby ba da di dooo, ohh… yeuahhhhh…..” His voice lulled into a gospel tune momentarily. “I cain’t wait ta show ya all ‘round ma house… all ‘round ma property… fourteen acres… ever stayed somewhere so big? Think ya… can handle that size?”

Becky chuckled, and Elvis’ face beamed at the soft rose color of her blushing cheeks. 

“Mhmmm… well, I’m not sure… guess I’ll just have ta see what happens….” Becky kissed Elvis chest, softly, murmuring into it. Her right hand snaked around his back, her left feathering over the round swell of his belly. “You know, I was just starting to like you this morning before you played this dirty trick on me …  you’re so funny and sweet …. But I just need to say… one last time, then we’ll put it behind us… I… don’t like plans being made for me…” Becky looked up at Elvis face from where she leaned on his chest. The side of his face loomed large above her, his lips pursed in thought above the bulge of his chin. “I can see how you meant this as a romantic gesture… but I … I don’t like being tricked…”

Elvis’ chin rippled above Becky as he nodded, and he drew her in closer. “Awright honey… from now, s’all ‘bove board… no more tricks… no more surprises, kay? I promise. Won’t ever lie or mislead you or keep something from you.” The softness of his chin pressed into Becky’s forehead as Elvis’ kissed the top of her head and squeezed her shoulder.

Calmed into a tender embrace, Becky and Elvis retreated into their own little enclave in the front seat, where Jerry’s presence was ignored and almost forgotten about amid the sweet nothings Elvis and Becky exchanged along the highway up to Tennessee. 

“Ya know you got the cutest yittle eye lashes I ever seen,” Elvis whispered, and he kissed her forehead again, catching her mouth as Becky tilted up to him to kiss his cheek.

She murmured over his nipple. “You have the kind of chest a girl could get used to leaning on…” she rubbed her hand under the plush groove of his belly.

It was only when they got to the state line that Becky began to feel a slight unease creep up from the bottom of her tummy and take residence at the top of her bosom. An icy chill followed up her spine, she felt anxious as she realized they were entering Tennessee. She was about to experience another layer of Elvis’ home life that she hadn’t had any time to prepare for or even think about. She squirmed out of his tight embrace and sat up straight, looking out the window at the big sign announcing they had entered Tennessee.

Elvis’ left hand remained straight, steady at the wheel while his right palm chased after Becky’s, grasping at her fingers and intertwining his between them at the top of her knee. He turned his head from the road, momentarily, looking at the back of her head as it stared out the window. Elvis’ hand engulfed her’s, squeezing it tight, lifting her palm to his mouth and kissing the top of her hand.

“Hey - ya nervous?” 

Becky’s big brown eyes met his tentatively. Her lips pursed together, then wiggled back and forth as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Mhmm… what is your family gonna think of me… this random girl… coming back to your house with you? What if they… don’t like me…. What about these six girlfriends you told me ‘bout? I…. Anyone gonna be chasing me out the house with a rolling pin?” Becky’s voice stopped abruptly, and her words hung in the air. 

Elvis released Becky’s hand and looked over at her, then turned to look at Jerry briefly for the first time since they had left the gas station. “You watch too many soap opera… Graceland ain’t The Guiding Light… I lay down the law, and there ain’t no drama… no other chicks living there right now, and everyone’s gonna be just as crazy about you as I am, lil girl… but I’ll tell ya right now, my opinion’s the only one that matter’s at Graceland… so’s you jus’ let me know if anyone… anyone… disrespects ya, hmmm? Trust daddy, now, everything is gonna be fine….”

Elvis turned up the radio and rubbed Becky’s knee, and the sound of The Allman Brothers’ “Ramblin Man” filled the car.

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The white mesh gates opened back and Elvis flicked his cigarillo out of the car window and steered the yellow Cadillac up the curved driveway. A wistful smile spreading over his face. Exhaling, he seemed to relax as he paused the car at the little brick guard house behind the gate. Elvis motioned at Becky to roll down the window and yelled at the older man standing watch.

“Why hellloooo der Vestor, stayin’ awake I see?”

The guard nodded, and Elvis chuckled, ignoring Becky’s questioning eyes as he drove the car around to the front of the house. Jerry was out of the car first, waiting as Elvis popped the trunk and squeezed Becky’s knee, turning to give her a soft kiss followed by a second, more vigorous smack. His fingers tousled her curly locks as he comforted her.

“S’gonna be great…” his voice lilted up into a refrain. “Welcome ta my world… Becky Butt” he grinned, giving her a wink as he slapped her thigh and opened his door.

Elvis pulled himself out of the car and strode around to grab Becky’s door just as she was about to pop it open. Taking her hand, he adjusted his sunglasses and smiled wide, tugging her up the portico behind Jerry. Opening the front door, Jerry glanced briefly at Becky, then told Elvis’ he’d run the bag Ida packed upstairs. Elvis stopped them in the front foyer, his arms hugging Becky from behind as he clasped his large hands around her waist and notched his chin into her neck. He nuzzled into her right ear as Becky looked from one side of the entry way to the other. Her eyes took in the scarlet red carpeting that trailed down the grand staircase in front of her and lined all the floors that she could see, punctuated by the occasional white fur rug.

“Welcome to Graceland….” Elvis whispered. Becky’s cheeks began to match the carpet as Elvis hummed “Amazing Grace,” into her neck with a mischievous grin that told Becky he was also thinking about the same intimate moment they had shared two nights ago. The image of Elvis mouth singing this song as he licked her pussy was now indelibly linked to in her mind. 

“So… whatcha think?” Those same lips asked.

Red. That was Becky’s first impression of Graceland’s interior. The color was so overwhelming, it was the only thing she could think of as she looked around. Deep, scarlet velvet drapes lined with golden fringe hung down to meet the carpet at the entrance to every room. The dining room table on her left was enclosed by high-backed candy apple colored chairs covered with rhinestones. To the right was a parlor with a long Victorian settee that was, you guessed it, a deep Burgundy color held up by a white wooden trim. Becky momentarily mused that this might be what Belle Watlings' vagina looked like: an ornate opening lined by red velvet drapery welcoming customers into its cavernous warmth. It was the sort of place a girl would feel comfortable getting an unexpected visit from Aunt Flo. Or the perfect setting for a villain to hold a clandestine meeting with James Bond. Becky kept all of these thoughts to herself, inhaling deeply as she took it all in.

“Wow… it's … so… fancy… like no where I’ve ever been, that’s fa sure…”

Elvis seemed pleased by this response, and kissed Becky’s neck. She murmured at the warmth of his breath on her skin as she continued.

“Gosh… s’not what I expected… S’much bigger than I thought driving up…”

“Mhmmm…. That’s what all the girls say— ouch!”

Becky reached her hand above her to playfully slap Elvis’ face, and he bite his lip and waggled his eyebrows down at her. Elvis’ thumb nestled inside inside Becky’s palm, swiping up and down slowly over her soft skin as he led her excitedly around through the dining room and into the kitchen where they came upon a short, stout Black woman filling the refrigerator with Pepsi bottles.

 Elvis dropped Becky’s hand to make a loud “CLAP,” chuckling as the woman jumped back and shrieked. 

“Oh lawd, Elvis, ya scared me outta of my skin!”

Elvis hugged the woman, speaking through his chuckles. “Jus keepin’ ya on yo toes Miss Mary, I reckon it’s been too quiet round here since I been gone…”

“Hmmm, well your daddy been callin’ over to ask if you back yet, want me to —”

“Nah, let the old bugger stew… he’s pestering me ‘bout that plane, an I don’t care ta hear it.” Elvis rubbed Mary’s shoulder, then turned to look back at Becky. “Mary, I got a lil girl I’m awfully fond of that I want ya ta meet, this here’s — ”

“Why it’s Becky!” 

There was Charlie, a big beaming smile radiating happiness through the kitchen as he walked in from the other side.

“Hmmpf… if it ain’t ol Waterhead ‘im self….” Elvis walked back over to Becky and drew her into him tight, kissing her forehead as his eyes narrowed and Elvis’ left hand grazed the top of his belt. 

Charlie’s expression toward Becky shifted immediately from joyful greeting to a more solemn “Glad to see ya ma’am.”

Mary asked Elvis what time he wanted dinner, exclaiming, “Well, an early dinner, huh,” in response to his 8 pm request.

“Woke up early ta day, Miss Mary… Becky Butt here’s harsh mistress, had me up all hours a the night,” he winked and then smiled deeper as Becky’s face grew red. “Then she had us up at 8 ta drive her baby to summer camp… who knows when her demands will end?”

“Ha, you have some nerve, Elvis Presley…” Becky whispered into Elvis armpit, pinching him under his jacket and causing him to chuckle and kiss her forehead again.

Elvis twirled her out from his side, looking at her as he swung her around. “Ain’t she just got the perfect hourglass figure Mary? Just need to get her some nice clothes, add a lil’ make up, and she shines like the Hope diamond...” 

Becky swung herself back into his armpit with another pinch and reddening cheeks, whispering “Considering everything you put me though today, I look like a movie star…”

“Yeah…ya sure do look like a movie star, honey…like Bette Davis in Baby Jane….” Then Becky’s face fell and Elvis stopped snickering and rubbed her back, his lips on her head. “Oh sweetheart, I didn’t mean it now…” he laughed as she hit him and burrowed into his armpit further.

Jerry’s footsteps announced his entrance into the kitchen behind them and Becky turned to see him nod at Charlie before briefing Elvis on some scheduling and business matters. Becky stole a glance at Charlie and smiled at his shrug and eye roll, half of which Elvis caught and responded to with a sharp look in Charlie’s direction, tightening his grip on Becky’s waist. 

“Huh, well, keep me posted when Dave lands at the airport tomarra with Lisa… alright, enough pleasantries, c’mon lil’ gal, Imma give ya the VIP tour….”  

Becky smiled and called out behind her, “Nice to meet you Mary, good to see you Charlie!” before she felt the clack of the swinging door her backside.

Elvis lugged her into the back hallway to a room with bright green carpeting and wood panelling. The coffee table looked as through it had been sliced out of a tree, and the soft trickle of falling water drew Becky’s attention to the north wall as Elvis sank into a brown fur-lined couch. He pulled her onto his lap, twin sea serpents roaring out of the carved wooden armrests to meet Becky’s hand as she steadied herself to keep from falling off Elvis. To balance, Becky settling her bottom into Elvis’ groin, and he pulled Becky closer, leaning back as his fingers worked their way under Becky’s tee-shirt to caress the softness of her belly, his voice rumbling into her neck.

“This is the den…whaddya think?” 

Becky turned to look at him, his hands shifted her around so she was now straddling him where he sat at the sofa’s edge.

“It’s magical… this is my favorite room so far… right here…” 

Elvis lit up behind his lavender glasses at the wonder in Becky’s upturned eyes; he relished her gasp at the green carpet covering the ceiling above. His right hand massaged the tender hip flesh spilling out of her jeans, while his left hand moved under her shirt to where her shapely bosom jiggled ever so slightly with the delicate thrusts Elvis’  begin to send upward into her, and he leaned in to kiss her clavicle.

“Elvis… you.. havta… I wanna… you’re in the middle of giving me a tour…” Becky whispered, the burn of desire beginning to brush at her base. She grasped his left wrist to stop the jaunty beat his index finger was flicking into her nipple. 

He ignored her, his eyes singularly focused on her bust. “Honey, I don’t know if you are aware of this, but you are not wearing a brassiere….” 

“Mhmm yeah, that was a clothing choice made in a hurry this morning, out of comfort and necessity… it is NOT an invitation…”

Elvis smirked to himself as his fingers relented, only to be replaced by his warm mouth pressing into Becky’s pebbled nip through her tee shirt, mumbling into her breast.

“Well sho seems like an invitation …*suckle* …to this humble wanderer …*suckle* …feel like I been stuck in the desert …*suckle* …seeking sustenance…*suckle*… an now ya’d deny me…” his mouth pressed his teeth through the now damp fabric onto her nipple, “this ripe fruit I’ve found…that I so desperately need ta nourish …*suckle* …ma soul…” 

Becky couldn’t stop the moan escaping from her chest despite her exasperated fatigue and self-conscious awareness. Elvis’ hands moved to fondle her bottom and pull her further onto him, and he squeezed her cheeks as she giggled. Suddenly she wasn't that tired and instinctively surged into Elvis’ lap, before pushing off of his chest and wriggled backwards. She felt his growing erection as she stumbled off him and balanced her self on the ground. Shakng her head, Becky smoothed down her tee shirt and tried to keep a straight face striding backwards along the couch, stopping at the dual staircases at the back of the room.

“Hey now… mister… there are people in the next room over… why don’t we continue the tour …”

Elvis stood, lips parted below a predatory look as if he might leap over the sofa and devour her right there and then. Becky shrieked as he stalked toward her.

“Hmmmm… s’my house honey, and I do what I want.. where I want… so no reason to be worried… this is all part of my hands-on, personal tour…” He caught up with her and pulled her into him.

“Well…” Becky leaned up, her lips faintly hovered below his. “Those hands are… gonna havta catch me… don’t know what kind of girl you think I am but I don’t go ‘round making love in public places… or before this tour is finished!”

She giggled again as she rushed down the staircase to the basement, Elvis' loud belly laugh followed her as the sound of his heavy foot steps filled the passage way. Turning back briefly, Becky saw that Elvis’ body  blocked out all the sunshine from the corridor. His ravenous expression sent a thrill up her spine as she tripped down into the darkness of the basement and ran smack! into a doorframe. Elvis caught up to her as she massaged her fingers into the side of her forehead, that's probably gonna cause bump... how sexy.

“Mmhmmmm … look what I caught … think this tour is over… for now…” Elvis kissed her shoulder from behind, his breath trembling out a chuckle between his words. “Oh no, ya not hurt?”

She smiled. “No, I’m fine… just stupid.. runnin’ round a basement in the dark…”

Elvis pulled her in, replacing her fingers with his lips. “Aww, baby, let him kiss it and make it better…” He peppered soft, sweet kisses on her temple and Becky felt the cool sheen of perspiration on his chin from the jaunt down the stairs. The soft, damp sensation of his skin against her was electrifying, and she absorbed him eagerly, her hands went under his jacket till he shouldered it off,  his hands trailing down to her waist. She groaned out as the heft of his body insistently impelled her into the doorframe. 

Becky bit her lip as her hands meandered over Elvis’ back, cherishing the soft, pliable ridges and rolls, then daintily moving up to clasp his neck. He muttered out an “OH baaaaby…” and she responded with a whimper. Elvis grinned wide, stroking Becky’s cheek with his knuckles, down to her mouth, his kisses moving lower along her neck, more  passionate and insistent with each smoosh. 

Elvis grunted and heaved as hee lifted Becky up, carrying her moaning body through the doorframe an onto a dark, velvet, sectional, her head bump all but forgotten. Her eyes sort of noticed her surroundings, yellow and black walls lit by a dim solitary table lamp at a bar. Becky’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and watched Elvis kneel down in front of her and place his glasses back on the coffee table behind him. Looking up, she realized the ceiling in here was made entirely of mirrors.

“So… is this another den?”

“Mhmmmm ….  tvs, movie screen, record player, bar…” He leaned into her, hands on Becky’s thighs. “Got all the entertainment i need right here though...jus wanna look atcha ....  still a second… no moar running …” 

Becky exhaled and sat up, stroking the hair off Elvis’s face as he caught his breath, captivated by the pull of his deep, blue eyes. They were like the middle of the ocean and called her to jump off her life raft and dive right in.

“You are… you are …” she mumbled, running her left fingers through his sideburns, trying to think of the right words to tell him how attractive she found him, how his smile and that impish way his mouth quirked and his eyes danced with desire commanded her to body forward toward him. But all the phrases that came to Becky’s mind seemed inadequate and cliche. Also, she was reluctant to let him know how she felt, insecure and afraid it made her boring, easy, a push over. She had the impression Elvis needed validation, but also enjoyed the pursuit. 

Becky looked down at his thumbs trailing over the ridge of her jeans, his eyes intent on her.

“Hmmm… yeah baby, whatcha trying ta say?”

“You are… not so bad… for an… Elvis Presley…” Becky closed her eyes and held him to her cheek, as he chuckled softly, and started unbuttoning her pants.

“Well I like you too, darlin’… mmhmm…” His eyes were earnest and she inhaled as they narrowed, his hands were needy as her pulled off her jeans and threw them behind him. Becky guffawed watching them fall over a white, porcelain monkey that gleamed in the dark. 

Then he suckled at her nape, and Elvis’ cheeks scrunched up in a smile at Becky’s moans, inhaling as he moved to draw off her panties. She could feel the excitement scorching up her center as he looked into her eyes, tugging her panties off. Becky sucked in her tummy, maybe he won't notice the soft stretch marks at her hips. Stretch marks were the last thing on his mind, and her full, round hips beckoned him to grab on and smother himself within her. Elvis’ eyes looked into Becky's with a fiendish gleam, and he arched his left eyebrow as his hands continued to pull at her underwear without looking down. Becky giggled while he pursed his lips, removing her pink cotton skivvies one leg at a time. Elvis’ baritone voice dipped low as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, his thumbs teasing over her soft, curly fur, then slowly parting her lower lips.

“Hello darlin’ nice ta see ya….….It’s been a long time…” he sang, kissing the hair at the top of her entrance,  once, twice, three times. “…Ya just as lovely as you used to be…”

Becky started chuckling, “I think Conrad Twitty would be horrifi——” her commentary on Elvis’ serenade to her pussy was interrupted by the flick of his tongue on her clit.  She arched her head involuntarily as his chuckles hummed in to her. Opening her eyes, Becky saw Elvis’ body in-between her legs above her in the mirrors. His head bobbed forward and back as his fingers sought out the silkiness within her, prodding her pleasure point. Elvis tongue seared a path along her center, and a warm throbbing began to ache causing Becky to shift her hips forward to meet his mouth, twitching in sync with the glide of his fingers. Moving his index and forefinger up and down into her, Elvis let up from his efforts momentarily to look at her face, beaming at the way her lip hung down and her face convulsed in time with his fingers' movements. His head turned up into the mirrors reveling at the view of himself pleasuring Becky, widening her legs a bit so he could get a better view of his hand inside her. Becky cried out as his index finger made contact with that special spot once more, and he looked her dead in the eyes.

“Enjoy watching you squirm, darlin….”

Becky had trouble forming a sentence, stuttering out “Uhh.. well.. that… you know…” 

Elvis laughed and returned to her cunt like a man who'd been fasting a month, consuming her with firm, generous strokes. Becky felt the tension build, and her eyes went back up at the mirrors when she arched herself into him, watching as Elvis’ devoured her and his strangled breath filled the room. He was knuckles deep inside her, flexing back and forth in tandem as his tongue cleaned her, each round bringing her a step closer to absolution. Her fingers threaded through  Elvis’ dark hair, and in the dim light of the mirrors, Becky would swear she had a wild boar between her legs. A grunting,  dark, wild beast snorting and rooting for treasure in her depths. Her hips thrust up into Elvis’ face with a powerful whack and he grabbed her buttocks, his lips sucking her nub through the waves of heat that broadcast out through her entire body. Thrashing, twitching and cursing like a sailor, she tried to free herself from the overstimulation of Elvis’ soft mouth and hard tongue.

“Fuck fffffff fucking FUCKKKKK ing FFucccKKKKKK cocksucking motherfucking FUCK I can’t believe that……”

She panted hard, shaking her head at the smug, devilish look on Elvis face as he lowered her feet in front of her and wiped himself on her thigh. His fingers did a squeeze inside and a chuckle came out watching Becky twitch and jerk on his hand. She grabbed his shoulder, tightly, a sign to stop. “S’too much … to intense.” He did it one last time chuckling, then relented and glided his fingers out from her, licking them with filthy glee.

“Ha! I've never met anyone… who did that… who cared.. or liked the way women taste … like you do….” Becky exhaled, catching her breath.

“Mhmmm… not all women… but you … you taste amazing… I could eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner…. And still be hongry fa moar…..” 

Becky laughed, sliding forward on the sofa and pulling his head to hers to crush their mouths together. It was like being inside herself. The hands cupping her cheeks, his entire face, it all smelled like her. And him. Sweat and spit and cologne and lavender oil and dirty hair. All melded together. It was intoxicating, and they stayed like this for several minutes, locked in a lover’s embrace, the smacks of their sloppy kisses replacing the sound of  Elvis face slapping against Becky’s thighs. Becky wound her legs around his bottom, and he grabbed her, lifting her up off the couch then thumping her back down as he ambled  over to the bar.

“Pffft… need.. some…water…”

She followed, and Elvis grinned at the sound of Becky’s wet nakedness squelching over the yellow bar stool.

“Thanks for polishin’ the furniture, baby…..” Elvis winked, as she inadvertently squeaked again against the leather.

Becky blushed, and Elvis’ jaw widened with a deep breath. 

“Damn, honey, I’ll never get sick a watchin’ that blush creep up ya widdle cheeks…” He leaned over the bar and squished her cheeks with his right hand, kissing her forehead.  

She stood and backed away as he came around the bar.

“S’not nice to tease a girl… first you offer to give me tour, but then corner me in this here tv room, and now ya making fun of the way all your cavorting makes me squeak and blush——”

He grabbed her to him, pulling her lips back onto his. She giggled and squirmed away.

“Oh no you don’t—”

Elvis stepped toward her again, but Becky squealed and turned, running back into the basement corridor. She didn’t have a plan, and when she remembered she wasn't wearing pants she scurried into the dark room across. Elvis’ body clambered loudly behind her as he growled. “Though we agreed no more runnin.’” 

She stumbled back onto a large table as Elvis caught up and lifted her onto the thick barrier of a pool table. Becky’s hands half-heartedly pushed back against his chest as she whined.

“Now Elvis… pretty sure I was promised sound proof walls ….”

Elvis mumbled into her ear, “Hmmm.. that why you got me chasin’ you round, tryin not to excite me???? I’d rather be in the comfort an privacy of that a room too ...  but it is much too far away… two floors too far ta be exact… don't worry, though, this basement is sound proof too … I've tested it ma self…" He winked. "Ain’t no one gonna know …” 

Becky stopped nuzzling back into him, her tone became earnest. “Have you done it lot… down here…? Made love, I mean?” 

Elvis stood up straight and grunted, his hands steadying her precarious position on the edge of the pool table.

“That was probably the wrong thing ta say, hmmmm?”

Becky’s eyes trailed to the dark hall way she had just run through, and told her self to be cool… you knew he has more experience than you… a lot more… what did you expect? Would it matter if you were in his bed? Probably fucked even more women there….

“Nooooooo…I guess I’m a idiot for asking…” she shifted up to look into his dark eyes. 

Elvis wiped his forehead while he pushed himself between Becky’s legs. His hands were rubbing her thighs softly up and down, and he glanced down at her chest before returning his gaze to those big brown eyes. The look there made him regret even conjuring up past sexual escapades. The wholly unfiltered, self-conscious insecurity in her eyes made her all the more alluring. Becky was unvarnished, unaffected, and the way she didn't try to cover up her nervousness in order to impress made him throb with yearning. Acting like a damn teenager, running after women in hallways or corridors, he thought, your gonna feel this in the morning. Who are you kidding. In an hour. Elvis really would have preferred to take Becky the comfort of his bed, but at this precise moment comfort was from from a priority, all he knew was that needed to feel Becky’s skin against his, feel himself inside her, possessing her completely and defusing all her misgivings about him with the warm deluge of his adoration. 

“Nah, not an idiot at all… look, we’re both grown ups… we have histories…” he kissed her neck slowly, tenderly. Her eyes closed with a quiver as his voice dissolved in her inhibitions. “Make you feel better if I tell ya it’s been years since I fooled round down here? Aw honey…. I can't even remember their faces ... don’t want anyone else but you…” 

Will you remember mine in a year? She wondered, but her body didn't care, and it's instincts propelled her back into him. She pulled his neck to her and his lips hit her forehead. He felt his manhood stiffen even more and it made his fingers needier as they trailed up her sides. Elvis’ lower lip hung down with longing and his eye lids drooped with lust. Becky hastily began to unbutton his white dress shirt.

“Ahh, sweet baby, you’re so goddamn beautiful….” Elvis voice made Becky stop mid-button  and she looked up at him, her hands moving up to his cheeks.

“Please don’t lay that charm on too thick… I’m already here… I’m naked…an… I know you like me an…  I can feel you’re attracted—” 

Elvis pulled her hand down to feel the pulsating steel rod bursting along his slacks “ — Ya can, huh? Feel my attraction?” Then he saw the hesitancy in her eyes. “Wuss tha matter sweetheart?”

Becky sighed. “I just….I know I’m not beautiful, not like the super models I’ve seen you with in newspapers and magazines…. I just… if you exaggerate, go too over-the-top… well,  it ruins it for me… I hate false compliments…”

Elvis’ eyes narrowed. “Honey, over-the-top is my middle name… ”

Becky let out an involuntary guffaw. “Say that again… I mean, this whole house... But what I mean is, I wish you would stop givin’ me your pretty movie star lines —”

Elvis shook his head and grabbed Becky by the chin, the look in his eyes an intense warning. “Sometimes you make me think no one has ever told ya you were beautiful…” The way she pushed his hand aside and looked down, uncomfortably told Elvis he had accidentally stumbled on the truth. “Nooo….. never? I don believe it….. no, cuz ya really are… here, I gotta turn the light on jus so’s I can see ya better….” 

He flipped a switch on the wall, and suddenly the pool room was bathed in a warm glow. Becky gasped as the light revealed a cacophony of textured colors along cloth-covered walls. Her eyes followed the fabric up to the ceiling, feeling as though she had slipped under the skirt of a Victorian lady. Colorful pleats lined the walls and gathered into the middle of the room above two hanging Tiffany lamps. Elvis lips on her shoulder as his hands took off her shirt brought Becky back into her body. A breathy giggle worked it’s way out when Elvis’ knuckles stroked Becky’s face. She quit resisting and just held up her hands, watching as he lifted her shirt over her head and gulped, his eyes languidly roving up and down her body. 

“Mhmmm… yessiree… fit right in here with all the other beautiful things I fill this ole house with…ya know… I have an eye for beautiful things —”

“Elvis, please… quit teasin,’”  Becky wiped a lone tear drop from the side of her right eye.

Elvis brought her hands up to his lips, kissing each top as he held her gaze. “Woman, you better stop that… might think you’re questioning my aes -thee- ET-ic taste.” He drawled, clearly amusing himself with his pronunciation of aesthetic. 

Inhaling, Elvis pulled Becky’s face back towards his with a kiss that lingered on her soft lips. Elvis coughed as Becky pulled off his shirt and his tummy jiggled with a wave of laughter. Looking down, she saw him flinch at his own belly and Becky dragged the back of her hand across it slowly, sensuously.

“You are… the most handsome man…” Then she blushed and hid her face in his chest hair, her hands curving up around his neck as she tried to crush herself into him, kissing his sternum and muttering how she was glad she’d met him.

“Why honey… there she is… there’s that sweet girl I like, been hidin’ underneath all that sass…”  Elvis breathed into her ear, his hands moving over her head, tousling her hair, then using his right hand to bring her chin up to his. “Becky, ya like a goddamn Greek goddess … if I say your beaut - TEE - full, then ya are, end of story …. Don’t ever wanna hear you tellin’ me what I can or can na say… ’specially when I’m in the throes of love making,” he chuckled. “Derails my manEUvers …”

Elvis hot breath clucked into Becky’s ear, he kissed her cheek and waggled his eyes. Becky pulled herself to him, and began unlatching his pants. Elvis stopped her, drawing out his pistol and pushing it across the pool table. Becky watched the metal of the gun glisten, the carved handle was elaborately engraved and she caught his grin watching her eyes follow it.

“That thing s’not loaded, is it?”

Elvis laughed. “Course it is, baby, how else arm I s’posed to use it? I’m always ready for action…”

“Hmmm. Speaking of which….” Becky’s hand returned to Elvis’ pants. “Are you aware, Mr. Presley… that you are not wearing any underwear?” She asked, in a high, breathy refrain pulling down his pants and and gripping his cock gently. “Someone might say s’its … almost an invitation…?” Elvis bent his head back as a loud belly laugh escaped his throat. 

“There ya go, using ma own words against——uhhh fuck, baby girl!” Elvis looked down to watch as Becky lowered herself in front of him and kissed the tip of his cock, her eyes all innocence.

“What? Just bein’ friendly… responding to that open invitatioOOM…..” She grinned as she plunged her mouth around him half way through the last word, humming the syllable onto him while her eyes widened and she grasped the rolling handles at his side to hand on to.

Elvis tried to pull her arm back up. “Honey, I don’t wantcha to do that… s’not something I like from women I respect…”

Becky pulled his hand off, her puzzling eyes searching his face. “I did this the first night we met…”

“Well… didn’t think I was ever gonna see ya again… didn’t realize how much I liked ya til I woke up and you were gone…”

“Well, s’too late… I got a taste for this lil fella, and it’s hardly hospitable —” Becky kissed his tip and Elvis shuddered. “To invite me to dinner then not feed me…” she grinned, as he shook his head and put his hands up in defeat, giving in to the irresistible movements of her mouth over, under and on his johnson.

Becky tried to exude a sexy playful confidence, but then gasped and choked as she forced his girthy length to the back of her throat, giggling at Elvis’ bemused expression. His heart swelled with reverence as his cock thrust into the glorious traction of Becky’s mouth. His fingers gently dragged through her hair, and he sucked in his breath while expelling a succession of needy “fucks.” Elvis lifted his head to the heavens in prayer when his tip banged into the softness of her throat, moaning while Becky stubbornly sucked in further, her cheeks hallowed and her mouth coughing down the gag reflex as best she could. Making eye contact, Elvis couldn’t help the way his hips surged back and forth almost of their own volition at a increased pace, spurred on by the determined look in Becky’s watery eyes. 

“Fuck honey… whooo…hey…. ok…I am gonna compromise and say…ya can do this anytime ya want…” 

Becky giggled at that into his cock as she glided forward.

Elvis could feel his orgasm bubbling up, and seized the side of Becky’s head to stop her, “Darlin, I wanna be inside you…. Come up here…” Elvis held out his hand and gently turned her against the pool table with a questioning eyebrow. She nodded and leaned into the wooden ledge of the pool table, sighing out as she felt Elvis kiss her shoulder and tilt her hips to him. She watched his dazzled expression over her shoulder as he pushed in and out of her slowly. He looked into her eyes while lunging in farther and groaning out a “FUck honeeeyyy.” Becky gasped sharply, savoring the tight pinch this position created.

“Damn, baby… you wuddna hardly think I been breaking you in all week..”

Becky giggled, “Elvis, how can you talk about me like that? Ughhh …. I’m not a horse…. Ughhhh….”

“I know, honey, I know… and I wantcha ohhh god damn…. Unnnnhhhhh…. meant no disrespect… but ….I am just always surprised how I wished I had a damn shoe horn with me... every time.” He laughed at her pout, and then moaned. “Now Becky Butt" he hit her bottom as he pulled out with a slight pat, "Don't look at me that -a way, s'its a compliment… should thank me… god DAMN woman….”

Elvis shifted positions to steady himself and smiled when he noticed that Becky sighed out with a crescendoing “oohHHHHhhhhhhhahh” every time he speared her at this new angle. Elvis let out a low chuckle, muttering, “Can ya hear ya self Becks? Like a goddamn accordion, suga… think... I found… ma new favorite instrument… Becky’s squeezebox…”

Becky shook her head, giggling and then moaning out again as she leaned into the hard surface of the pool table. Elvis’ heaved and breathed a little harder as he moved his right hand around Becky’s waist and began to rub her clit, grunting into the pale alabaster skin of her shoulder. 

“Oh my fucking Gawd Elvis… what are you doing to me? I don’t know if I can take any more” She moaned out, looking back at him through messy hair.

He kissed her neck. “Shhhhh…. now... let daddy take… care…UNGHHH… a ya…” then grunted again, burrowing back into her.

Eyes squeezed shut, Becky shuddered with each thrust backwards, her body clapping onto his in a rhythmic tug-a-war chasing the heat churning in her core. It broke loose, galloping over her like a runaway horse, and Becky screamed a long, loud guttural cry that echoed through the basement, up the stairway and through the entire north wing of Graceland. Mary sat at the kitchen counter drinking her coffee and smiling into her newspaper, shaking her head. It had been a long while since the sounds of lovemaking had ricocheted through the halls of Graceland like that.

“Uhhhh, there she goes… good girl…. ” Elvis slowed down, his lips planting a succession of soft pecks along the back of Becky’s shoulder, pushing her hair gently aside, and then moving his hands to tap out a pitter patter along the top ridge of her bottom where he continued to dip in and out of her.

“Oh goodness… ughhh… do you t think they heard me up stairs?”

“Nah, honey…don’t trouble ya self… I promise you, no one knows what we’re up to down here… could be playing billiards... mmHHMMm…unghhhhh… or watchin’ TV… or making a porno for all they know..”

“HA! Unghhhhh” Becky bite her lip, forgetting to be affronted enveloped by the comfort of Elvis' sweaty, warm body.

He leaned further and further into her, the thunder of each thrust reverberate up through Elvis’ tummy onto her, his hips crushing her even harder onto the pool table. Becky rocked back and forth with Elvis’ body in a post-orgasmic high, looking up at the colorful walls through blurry vision. She was inside a kaleidoscope, and she smiled watching the technicolor spectacle dance in front of her eyes. Elvis increased the tempo of his efforts. 

“Honey, I’m bout ta explode…”

His fingernails dug into her sides as he moaned out deeper, his head throttled backwards, hips prodding into her slowly and deliberately, evincing a moan with each thrust until he came with a loud grunt, singing breathlessly as he sputtered into her.

“Aaaaamen….. aaaaamen…. AAAAMEN… amen … ammmmmennnnnn.” 

Then Elvis collapsed head forward into the space between her shoulder blades, wiping sweat and hair onto her back as he whispered, “Thank ya Gawwwd… for bringing this lil gal ta me …. Lord… I feel your spirit.” 

Becky shook her head with a breathy chuckle. “Well, now I feel your spirit all over me…”

Elvis kissed her with a laugh, fondling her hips and pressing back into her deeper as he softened.

“Hmmmm… good… s’holy sacrement…” Elvis said, eyes closed, as he kissed her cheek, rubbing her sides slowly up and down as lil Elvis savored the warm, wet cloister of her cunt.

He almost collapsed over her, muttering goddamns until their breath synchronized. Elvis’ hands stilled on Becky’s hips and he coughed out, grunting, then laughing. She rolled over, gazing at him with amusement as he staggered back for effect and pulled up his pants. Her eyes danced over his wide, glistening body, the chest hair matted down, the belly that heaved forward and distended over his waist, his goofy boyish smile beaming from ear to ear. It was almost regal how he held his hands pushed into his hips, below a belly that jutted out. He took his shirt and bent to gently wipe between, gathered the cloth into his face with a loud, effected sniff before putting it back on. Their eyes met, giddy laughter echoed through the room.

Elvis  zipped up his pants and retrieved his gun, giving Becky a naughty wink as he pushed it back into his waist. His shirt hung open as he turned to move across the passage way walked back to the TV room and collapsed on the sectional. His chest heaved and his breath was ragged.

“Goddammit woman… tha most exercise since ma last concert.” Elvis combed his hand through his damp sweaty locks, looking over as Becky followed him, barefoot in just her her shirt and bending to finding her panties near the couch. Elvis pulled her on to him at the couch, kissing her belly.

“Got me runnin’ round like a 20 year old horn dawg…." Then he slapped her bottom. Again. "Well, don’t just sit here women, do something… help me...go get me a Pepsi, huh baby?”

Glancing into the mirrors above her, Becky’s eyes met Elvis’ smirking reflection.

“Nex time we’ll have ta try it in here… ”

Becky guffawed loudly, and pushed his shoulder with her head, then getting up to grab some drinks from the bar.

“You truly are a lecherous old goat…”

“Aww Becky, love it when ya talk dirty ta me… you have no idea what a dirty old goat I can be…. Jus you wait…” Elvis chortled.

She dropped next to him with the sodas, and watched as he drained half of his in one fell swoop. She leaned her head into the curve of his arm, bouyed up by his chest, she listened to the sound of his heavy exhales as he fiddled with a strange contraption pointed at the TV.

“What’s that?” Becky asked, soothing her hands over his belly.

“This… this is really high tech stuff… s’ a remote control…welcome to the future, Twitch…got all the latest gear ….let me show you how it works.” Elvis sipped his drink and excitedly explained the science behind his gadget , showing Becky how it turned the TVs on and off using blah blah blah radar gizmo whatevers. She vaguely ohed and ahed, happily trying it out as his hand guided over her over the switches and buttons on the device. Just enjoying the feeling of his chest under her head. Becky scootched closer as Elvis’ left hand trailed down her side. She let her head sank down more and more into the top of his tummy, rubbing his belly hair as she watched the three TVs in the wall flicker on. Before she passed out, she wondered how anyone could possibly follow three different news programs at once.

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Becky awoke to the sound of voices behind her, alone on the sofa and uncertain where she was for a moment. She closed her eyes again instinctively. Someone else, an older man perhaps, was speaking in a whispered hush with Elvis in the hallway.

“—— well I wish you had made your damn mind up ‘bout which airplane ya wanted before I gave the other one a down payment. Now I have this new contract with Delta … just don’t know what was wrong with chartering —”

“Aw hell, daddy, s’just money… you think I’m gonna stand by while Killer gets his own plane, an I’m still waitin’ on the runway with my dick in my hand for a charter? No sireee… ya got another thing comin’” 

There was a long silent pause.

“Well… ya tied my hands now anyway… and I’m left cleaning up the mess… Speaking of people who clean up ya mess, where’s Linda?”

“How should I know? In the condo I bought her in LA, or the house I got her round the corner… actin’ like a hurt puppy dog sulking back and forth and hardly sayin a word to me in the last few weeks… refused to come on tour…”

“Well, she isn’t refusing that credit card you gave her, just got the latest American Express bill and let me tell ya, it’s a doozy…”

“Now, I promised that girl I’d take care a her, long as she wants, so don’t bring all that up again… don’t care if she charges $30 or $30,000… still my gal….”

“IS she? Maybe she’d be ‘round more if you didn’t bring floozies like that un home —”

“Now daddy, that lil gal right there is a good, sweet kid, won’t have you disrespectin’ Becky—”

“Uh huh, and what pills is Becky on, hmmm?”

“Nothing… she’s just tired.” Becky could almost hear the smirk in Elvis’s voice as it went lower. “Poor thing ain’t had a lick a sleep in the last three days… but she’s a good girl. Comes from a good family back in Jackson.”

“Mhmmm… well, I never know who I’m gonna find here, some stranger you picked up at the gate? A baseball announcer? The local PE teacher? Or a random super model you’ve decided to buy an apartment for and put on the payroll without telling me… probably just be cheaper to give the local brothel a full retainer…”

“Ok, now, daddy… that’s enough… I don’t wanna think bout all this right now…”

“Son, all I’m saying is, I don’t blame Linda for being sore atcha…”

Elvis voice raised by several decibels. “Well, you get your woman under control and then you can come lecture me… last I heard you’d been kicked out of yourn. And got a new house. Let’s not forget who’s payin’ for it all….”

About thirty seconds of silence passed.

“Well, I ——“

“I’m ‘bout to wake that lil gal up, so we can go dress for supper - SO leave it. Nuff. I don’t wanna squabble no more….you should join us to eat, I know’d the gals be happy to see ya…”

“Hmmmm… any other mouths knockin’ ‘bout?”

“Hardly no one tonight… Jus Charlie, Jerry, Billy and his family… ”

“Yeah. No one, just ten people he says… that’s no one… hmmm….I’ll think about it…” 

Becky waited until she heard the footsteps go up the stairs before opening her eyes to see Elvis hovering over her, his shirt was still unbuttoned and he held her jeans over his left arm.

“You’re a bad faker, Becky….”

“Hmmmm?” Becky said, unable to stop the blush returning to her cheeks. “How’d… how’d ya know I was awake?”

Elvis grinned. “Ya snore… s’cutest itty bitty breathy heavin’…. But I noticed a few minutes ago that ya’d stopped, when daddy quit yapping.” He handed her jeans to her. “Here, don’t want no one seein’ ya half naked… Let’s get you covered up….”

Becky flashed a feeble smile as she pulled her pants on, and crooked into Elvis arm, he kissed the top of her head and slapped her bottom to signal she was to trudge up the stairs in front of him.

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Going through her bag, Becky held up another pink halter top and sighed. Before her shower, she had chewed Ida out on the phone for aiding and abetting Elvis with her the surprise trip to Memphis. And for packing an assort of really tight halter tops, mini skirts and a few dresses, all of which she suspected came from her 22 year-old cousin Harriet’s wardrobe. 

“Ida, these clothes barely cover me….” 

“Oy vey, Rebecca, that’s the point….. Ruth’s at camp, I put Saul back at the store, everything is fine, you go have fun… with Elvis Presley….” she screeched his name.

“Ida, don’t get your hopes up…. this is just a short term affair… I don’t want you to be disappointed when this plays itself out…”

“Becky,” Ida’s voice grew stern. “That is exactly the point, my meshugganah kindela… of all the people who get to have an affair with a rock star, why not you? What I would have given for one night with Rudy Vallee….”

Becky sighed. “Ok, ok…. maybe I’ll thank you one day…. give Saul a kiss for me.”

Now she stood in the master bathroom, hair up in a towel, Becky looked back in her traveling bag. No bras, five pairs of underwear, sandals and a pair of nice pumps. Other than this, she had the jeans, tee and converse sneakers she's worn to drive Ruth to camp. There was also little case with her toothbrush, and a bag with some of Ida’s Avon make up, perfume and matching talcum powder in Avon’s original Sweet Honesty scent. Becky grimaced at the sickly intense floral smell, but did a half spray on her wrist anyway. She coughed as the talc powder wafted into her nose when she spread it under her arms and between her thighs to dry and smooth her skin. She straightened the towel wrapped around her wet hair and looked at her face in Elvis’ bathroom. A line of small red bumps had started to form around her chin. Ughhh, this always happens when you start having sex again… you break out. She inspected them closely to make sure they weren’t white heads, and then rummaged through the Avon bag for foundation and concealer. Keeping her make up simple, Becky applied a light layer of mauve eye shadow to match the flowers on the white floral dress she had picked out, and the pair of light mauve shoes Ida had packed. She shimmied into the dress, smoothing it down, looking at the way the thin white floral pattern stretched over her breasts and then clung to her body's ample curves. The top only had one tied, petal sleeve, her other shoulder was bare and she sighed. This had been the most modest clothing nice option for dinner she had found in the bag.

When she finally emerged into the bedroom, glanced over Elvis’ large, black bed frame and the dark Burgundy bedspread covering it. Shivering in the cool air, she walked over and checked out the assortment of pistols, rifles and hand guns on top of his big dresser.  Elvis footsteps brought her eyes up from the arsenal, and she smiled at the white tailored suit and blue silk shirt ruffled he wore. Her breath hitched in her throat as he straightened his sunglasses, and ran his hand through his long shag hairdo. Then he moved closer and Becky felt the elastic give of her dress ripple when Elvis' fingers snapped the tie holding her lone sleeve up.

(Just imagine this dress but one asymmetical sleeve ^)

“Hmmm, couldn’t you find anything revealing to show off how pretty ya are for my folks, hmmm?” 

Becky’s bottom lip dropped down with her eyes, and she lifted her hands to nervously fix some of the hair pinned on top of her hair in a messy bun, a worried expression on her face. “I thought this was too revealing—”

Elvis smirked, chuckling, “No, I know honey ...  seems like they forget a whole sleeve… not that this sleeve has much to it neither… that little knot is holding on for dear life…” His hand moved under her breasts to jostle them up with a soft swat and eyes watched with delight as her bosom bounced up and down. “Hope you didn’t pay full price for this half a dress…” his eyes lit up when Becky elbowed him. “… Aw, no, I like it…  sexy as hell…”  He whispered in her ear and the warmth of his breath sent a tingle up her spin and through her core. 

Becky’s nether regions shivered, still sensitive from earlier activities, moreso as the soreness settled in from the vigorous pounding Elvis had given her. She had felt a slight burn when she peed, and she made a mental note to drink a lot of water. You don’t want to get a UTI on the first fucking day here. Maybe do some kegels during dinner too.

Elvis’ kissed Becky’s cheek, breaking her train of thought as he led her downstairs. Feeling her shiver, he covered as much of her bare skin as he could by hugging her into his jacket. “Maybe wouldn’t be so cold if ya invested in some long underwear…”

Becky nuzzled into his armpit. “Maybe if you didn’t live in a meat locker people could dress comfortably…” 

The sound of Elvis’ hand walloping Becky’s bottom (AGAIN) rang through the stairway with the rumble of his “Quit ya fussin’, woman, ain’t gonna change the temperature a this house jus' cuz you can’t be bothered to own a bra.”

Dinner was laid out in the kitchen, and Becky retreated further into Elvis’ embrace as he introduced her properly to his younger cousin Billy, who she’d seen from afar at the Jackson concerts, Billy’s wife Jo, their sons Danny and Joey, his father, grandmother Minnie Mae, and Aunt Delta, who was curt, quiet and smelled of a heavy rose perfume with an undertone of vodka. She felt naked when Elvis parted from her to make up a plate of food, spooning out black eyed peas with bacon, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and more from the large serving dishes on the counter. She felt even more awkward as he followed Jerry into the dining room while she looked for options not smothered in some sort of pork, smiling nervously at Mary who filled up the pitcher of sweet tea and then stacked more bacon on top of the salad.

When she entered the dining room, Elvis clapped his hand on the red cushion next to him at the head of the table, then stopped mid-sentence in his conversation with Billy to do a double take at Becky’s plate.

“Just cornbread and potatoes?” he asked in an accusatory tone, looking from the plate to Becky’s eyes. The whole table went silent. “There’s salad in there.”

Becky straightened and looked at Elvis. “I’m good. There’s bacon all up in that salad-”

“Well, use ya head, now Becky Butt, you can jus pick it out  - there  I solved ya damn probl—”

“I like this fine,  Presley, mind ya own business.”

Jo gasped, and Billy put his hand over his wife’s under the table. Billy then coughed uncomfortably and tried to change he subject. “You don’t eat bacon? On account of being a Hebr—” 

Elvis put his hand up to stop Billy “On account of being a doggone vegetarian.” Then he looked Becky squarely in the eye, and spoke with a benevolent humor. “No reason to be a bitch ‘bout it.”

Aunt Delta whispered loudly to Jo, “What Billy say?”

“He asked Becky if she didn’t eat pork cuz she’s a Jew.”

Vernon called down to Becky. “That true?”

But Becky was staring back at Elvis. “Look, I was eating my dinner just fine, you’re the one trying to tell me what ta do… I like mashed potatoes an cornbread… mind ya own business…”

“Everythin’ that happens in this house is my business, oughta box ya jaw, talking’ to a man like that in his own damn house …”

“YOU the one that kidnapped me Presley on account of how fond ya are of me, why, I bet you’d sooner hit ya granny there ‘fore you’d hit me.” She arched her eyebrow with a smirk.

“Oh you better shut that big ole mouth, get ya into trouble.” Elvis pulled Becky on his lap, arms around her waist.

She made a tepid attempt to get out of them, squealing loudly. “I don’t havta, you ain’t my boss.”

Before Elvis could answer, Minnie Mae announced, loudly. “Hesh up, canna eat ma supper.” Becky was shocked to hear such a powerful timbre from the frail, thin woman. 

Elvis squeezed her sides, and kissed her neck, whispering. “You heard Dodger, hesh that big mouth up .”

“You better shut up, you love my big ole mouth….” Becky murmured back into his ears, arms around his neck. Elvis leaned his head back, laughing, and Dodger shot Becky a stern look, as if her grand son’s unseemly behavior was somehow her fault.

The others went back to eating and low polite conversation, but Becky finished her meal in another dimension on Elvis lap. She took a large forkful of mashed potatoes, enthusiastically humming “MMMMhmmm MM!” as she swallowed. Elvis shook his head and let out a belly laugh, chewing his meatloaf in her ear and then giving her a big kiss, during which she feigned disgust. 

“Get that meat off my lips, Presley,” she muttered. 

“Huh, ya love my meat, honey.” He growled under his breath, pushing another big bite in his mouth and pressing his mush against her ear. 

Becky writhed silently in her seat, wiping off the greasy ground beef granules sticking on her lobe. “Didn’t no one ever teach ya any manners?” she hissed back at him.

“Gonna teach you some manners…you and that big mouth…” Elvis grinned like a goofy clown, and Becky couldn’t stop his contagious smile and playful energy from taking over her body. 

She beamed back, still trying to seem irritated, murmuring into his fluffy shagged out hair, “Like to see you try…” 

The thin soft knit fabric of Becky’s dress grazed her skin as Elvis massaged the top of her thigh, his strong fingers pinched the side and rubbed the rolls of her hip together, whispering in her ear. “Jus you wait… …”

They spent the meal thusly, in their own dimension at the head of the table, flirting, whispering, pinching, rubbing and feeding each other food. 

Elvis took some black eyed peas, biting the piece of ham hock off his fork, before feeding them into Becky’s open mouth with a “mhmmm... he thinks she needs some veGEeeables…”

Then Becky broke the edge of her corn bread off, “Better shut you up with something sweet in that mouth... know you like sugar on your tongue... Get any a this? Mhmmm… sweetest corn bread I ever ate…” 

He chuckled, talking with her fingers in his mouth. “Honey, I live on sweet stuff... like this cornbread... s'my house…. course it’s the best….”

They were only roused when Vernon stood to leave, followed by Aunt Delta’s movement helping Minnie Mae to her room. Becky started to help Mary clear the table, but Elvis grabbed her hand, telling her to let the woman do her job, and pulled her to follow the rest of the party into the den.  Mary caught Elvis in the back hall to pass him a note, and he motioned to Jerry after he read it, slapping Becky on her butt, which she realized was code for "hi," "get to it," "bye," "good idea," "uh nuh," and many other expressions as he begged off to make a business call in his office. Becky sat making small talk with Billy, Jo and Charlie for a time, then excused herself to fix her face upstairs, a happy excuse to go settle her nerves for a short spell alone and try to salve the self-conscious anxiety gnawing at her diaphragm. As she rounded the top of the stairs, she saw Jerry come out of the office, and he left paused to make sure he left the door ajar as he saw her.

“Everything ok?” Becky straightened her dress strap.

Jerry looked Becky up and down with an uncertain stare, then nodded. “Mhmmm…he’s just talking to his girlfriend in LA, Mindi.” 

Jerry’s heart dropped when he saw Becky’s ashen response, her lip trembled, just for a split second, before she forced a smile. “Oh, ha, well that’s good, was just about to call my sugar daddy in New York….” She changed the topic after shivering from the second floor’s cold air. “Cold, isn’t it… why is it so cold up here?”

Jerry frowned, and decided to go all in. “It’s the downers... the painkillers… makes you feel like you’re in a warm hug, like you are wrapped in a snug wool blanket… “

“How do you know that?”

“Cuz I’ve taken them, Becky… makes me drink gallons of lemonade, only wanna eat ice cream… never have enough of that cold sensation in your mouth, on your skin….”

“Oh.” Becky looked down. “Why does Elvis take them…” She shifted her feet.

“Back pain, insomnia, night terrors… at first… but it's easy to grow a tolerance and he needs more and more… can make him seem out of it.” Jerry stepped closer, and grabbed her arm. “If you are gonna be here, sleep with him, you need to watch him…if he goes to the bathroom , you go to the bathroom, if he passes out, make sure he is breathing… got it?”

The blood drained from Becky’s face, and she thought of the pills he took after the concerts in Jackson.

“Didn’t seem so bad when he was at my house.”

“Cuz he only had the random pills in his pocket… that was an impulsive trip, we didn’t even pack a tooth brush.”

“Oohhhh, haa…”

Her voice trailed off as Jerry patted her shoulder with a sympathetic wink, banking that she wouldn’t tell Elvis about their conversation. Jerry half regretted his bluntness, but her wounded look reaffirmed his commitment to show Becky as much of Elvis’ selfish nature as he could, as quickly as possible. With any luck, he’d have her hightailing it back to Jackson within the next 48 hours. Content with the work he had done, he excused him self for the night, while Becky stayed in the second floor landing, waiting for the sound of Jerry’s footsteps to end so she could creep closer to Elvis’ office and indulge her morbid curiosity.

“—no, no course, no, don’t even talk bout Rome… cuz I said I would… why honey, of course — why all ya gotta do is ask — no, now who’s name is on the marquee… that’s right darlin - my daddy works for me, not t’other way round…. Of course , s’no problem, how much ya need? Well …. Now, Joe’s out there himself, Jerry’s gonna square the wire first thing tomarra —— well, now, that’s more like it… I miss you too… whatcha you wearin’? Ohhhhhh you little minx, I oughta—” 

Becky felt sick to her stomach. It had only been a few minutes since that warm voice had been murmuring honeyed words into her neck. Her hand shook as she slunk over to the bedroom, and shed a few tears in the bathroom, then slapped herself in the face. 

“Shut up you big baby. You’ve been giddy as a school girl since you got here. You are just here to have fun. If you’re blue, well, that’s what you get for eavesdropping. People just having fun and enjoying free love don’t sneak around eavesdropping. It’s like Ida said, just enjoy the fucking experience… don’t get too deep, don’t take anything on...” She forced a smile. “Shepard’s pie. That’s what Charlie said. You’re comfort food... he doesn’t like one night stands, he likes to fool around for a set period of time. Maybe he’s your shepard’s pie too. Who are you kidding? You might be his comfort food, but Elvis fucking Presley is filet mignon to you, Rebecca Grace Hoffman. No one knows that name. Because you’re a nobody. Are you gonna ruin this trip by nagging him about other women? Or sleeping pills? No. Just. be. fun. Becky.”

The cold marble of the bathroom sink transferred from her hand to her cheek as she slapped her self again. “OK. Fun Becky.”  She nodded at herself and felt a little better after she washed her face and fixed her make-up. Taking a deep breathe, Becky shivered in the chill of Elvis’ bathroom. “Shake it off, baby…” she repeated to herself, rolling her shoulders and wiggling out her arms. As she walked downstairs, she told her self that if she felt uncomfortable, she could get a cab to the Greyhound station tomorrow,  or, worst case scenario, call her sister. This calmed her down, and Becky looked at her reflection one last time in the foyer mirror and smiled, happy with how she looked. Content with her decision to make no decisions and ready to enjoy the rest of the night if it killed her.

She instantly felt better when she peeked into the den and saw Charlie’s friendly face waving her in. The the woodsy decor, low lighting and water fall created a soothing atmosphere. Charlie was strumming a guitar while Billy got up to grab beer from the bar downstairs, an offer which Becky responded to almost too eagerly as she slide into the sofa next to Charlie. She nodded at Jo sitting on the floor against Billy’s chair. The women spoke for a little, Becky asked about the kids playing cards at the back of the room while Charlie played the melody for the Gordon Lightfoot hit “Sundown” on the guitar. Billy came back up with cold bottles for everyone, and the cool sour bubbles refreshed Becky while she struck up a conversation with Charlie. 

“Hey Decatur.” She said, smoothing her lap and crossing her legs. 

Charlie was now strumming chords aimlessly on his  guitar, a shy grin curled at the corner of his mouth. “Hey yerself, Birmingham.”

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The chords from George Jones’ and Tammy Wynette’s hit duet “Something to Brag About” met Elvis’ ears as he thumped downstairs, and he stood at the entry of the den noting the five empty beers on the coffee table. He watched Becky take a sip from her beer bottle as Charlie played guitar and sang the duet’s male part.

But I've got something to brag about 

Something to brag about 

Something to brag about in you

Becky closed her eyes as she sang out Tammy’s verse vigorously to the green carpet above her head, the deep emotion in her voice warmed Elvis entire body and he watched her with the keen eye of a voyeur. He felt the prickle of desire buzz along the back of his neck as he gazed at her sing and bounce on the sofa. The curls on top of her head seemingly had a life of their own, animated by the intensity of her delivery.  He liked power he felt watching her from doorway, knowing she had no idea he was there, knowing she wasn’t responding or performing for him. Just existing in the world as the free spirit that she was.

When you're with the fellas, I know 

You start braggin' 'bout 

My hour glass figure and my big brown eyes

Becky giggled, moving her hands suggestively over her body as she sang.

Then a you tell your girlfriends 'bout my 

Sweet, sweet lov—‘

Just as Charlie started to sing the word lovin’ he looked at the door and gulped, his hands froze while the last chord still reverberated throughout the den’s acoustics. He knew the power of that stare all too well, and the horror on his face showed his recognition.

Becky turned her head upside down, leaning back over the wooden serpent armrest,  that second beer had made her back impervious to the wood carving’s hard ridges. A goofy smile spread across her upside down lips.

“Heyyyyy daddy!”

Elvis stepped forward, towering above her. The waddle under his chin hung down as he tousled Becky’s hair from above, then pulled her dress strap up from her shoulder where it threatened to slip off and release her heaving bust. 

“Mmhmmm … hey baby…don’t let me interrupt y’all…” The edge in his tenor went over Becky’s head as she giggled, a dreamy look on her face as she blew a kiss up at him.

Leaning back as she was, Becky missed Charlie’s nervous glance at Billy, and she pulled herself up, slapping Charlie’s knee. “C’mon Decatur, where were we.”

“Ummm, uh… I uh, forget how it goes on from here…” Charlie coughed out.

Elvis staggered around the sofa behind Charlie, leaning down on his hands at the back of the couch. “Hmmm….. maybe it’s time ta let a professional take over…?”

Becky guffawed, slamming down her beer on the coffee table and raised her hands out for the guitar. “Professional skunk, more like. Don’t let him bully ya that way, Charlie… I can play if you... if you forget how it goes from here….” Charlie shot Becky a weak grin, and leaned over to hand her the guitar as he shakily stood up.

“Thanks darlin, but uhhh, need to use the John anyhow… y’all go on with out me….” Charlie twisted to look over his shoulder as Elvis plopped down in one of the large arm chairs across from the sofa. 

Billy sat in the other large armchair, his face was blank and inscrutable to Becky as he nodded at his cousin, and squeezed Jo’s shoulder below him.

Becky looked down at her hands, finding the chords on the neck of the guitar, then smiling at the others as she strummed lightly. Her voice was solemn and sad as it lifted up into “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Old,” pausing at the chorus to yell out, “C’mon on y’all, sing it with me….” 

The night they drove old Dixie down 

And the bells were ringing 

The night they drove old Dixie down 

And the people were singing 

They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

Jo joined in exuberantly, and elbowed Billy into singing. Elvis grinned, he did not sing during this song, but rather, leaned back and watched Becky intently. After a few minutes, he pulled out a cigarillo and looked expectantly at Billy, who paused his contribution to the next chorus’ “na na nas” in order to hastily jump up and light Elvis’ cigar.

Becky laid the guitar down on the couch next to her when she finished singing and stood slowly, throwing her hips back and forth as she paraded around the coffee table to sit on Elvis’ lap. He looked up at her, blowing his cigar smoke to the side.

“Dontcha know… that’s a man’s song?”

“Hmmm…” Becky purred as Elvis belly bounced into her and she leaned into his face, her fingers edging around Elvis’ cigar to pull it out of his grasp to her own lips. A sly smile emerged on her lips as spoke. “Oh ya know…. I like…” she sucked on the sweet, woodsy smoke from his cigar, exhaling as she finished her thought. “Men’s things….”

Elvis pulled his cigar back from her fingers, his lips hovered below her chin. “Already know that…” 

Becky leaned her forehead down against Elvis’, his left hand jiggled her closer and he chuckled up into her mouth, his eyes danced behind his sunglasses.

“You know, you have a sad melancholy in that voice a yourn….” He murmured just to her, pulling Becky in the warm enclosure of his arms, a world where only the two of them existed and they spoke to each other in hushed, intimate voices as if no one was around. Here there were no external problems, no girlfriends, no downers, no children, no 200 miles stretching out between their houses. The only barriers were the clothes they wore and the space between their bodies. Billy and Jo looked at each other and shrugged awkwardly.  

Becky didn’t notice. 

“You don’t like my voice?” she stammered, her lower lip trembling.

Elvis brushed his lips over her chin, closing his eyes as he tilted his forehead into her nose and growled into her breasts below. “Honey… I don’t like your voice……” he paused for effect, his left hand grabbing the back of her hair, loosening the bobby pins that held it up with the force of his fingers. His jowls vibrated as he intoned, deeply. “I loooove your voice…..”

Charlie coughed as he walked back in, and picked up the guitar to put it back with its stand against the wall. Elvis’ eyes shifted, momentarily brought out of his trance, but he left his head resting against Becky’s chin.

“Hand that over here, son…. nah, give it to Becky … yoar a better gee tar player than I am any how…”

“Liar…you just lazy and wanna smoke that cigar...”

“Shut your mouth and get to playin’,” he blew his cigar smoke in her face.

“You still ain’t the boss a me… ”

His left hand lowered down to slap her side. “Hesh woman… c’mon, what are we singing…”

Becky grinned, and played the opening bars twice as she asked, “You know this one?”

“Ohhhh baby, I had that stuck in my head since the first night I met ya….” Elvis confessed, stubbing out his cigar in the green glass ashtray stand next to his chair.

“Alright, I’ll count us off.. one, two three…”

Their voices roared together in unison as they sang the opening stanza of June and Johnny’s “Jackson…” Elvis’ face lifted up to Becky’s, her breasts bounced as she strummed and his left hand drummed out a fast rhythm on the bottom of the guitar from where it squeezed her waist. Her body rocked back and forth into his belly, relishing the way his low voice took the melody somewhere new for her, and she belted out a “HA!” as he sang this verse.

When I breeze into that city 

People gonna stoop and bow (hah) 

All them women gonna make me 

Teach 'em what they don't know how

Charlie looked at the others, his brows raised, and Billy shrugged again, his eyes conveyed a knowing weariness. Neither Becky nor Elvis noticed this exchange, their eyes were otherwise occupied, and Becky leaned her nose down to nuzzle Elvis’s as she breathed out the next verse into his face through simpering amusement. Her warm breath sent a lightening bolt across Elvis’ body, and the thump of her bottom against his tummy and worked to increase the humming of his skin, amplified further when he sang and his lungs expanded swelling up his belly into derriere even more.  Elvis kissed the top of Becky’s shoulder softly as she leaned into him, finishing her stanza.

Yeah, go to Jackson 

You big-talkin' man 

And I'll be waitin' in Jackson 

Behind my Jaypan Fan

Becky purred along as Elvis sang the last chorus, swaying back and forth over his lap, and his arms closed tight around her as they hummed the last few notes together. They stayed in the den for hours singing, long after Billy and Jo found their children and said goodnight, Charlie tottered after them with a farewell. Their voices joined in happy harmony, mingling in the air was they started, stopped, paused, laughed and crooned together the melodies for “I Saw The Light,” “Don’t Think Twice,” “The City of New Orleans,” “Louisiana Women, Mississippi Man,”  Elvis changed the words to Alabama woman in this last one, to which Becky responded with a chuckle, which made him laugh and they giggled into each other’s cuddles on the furry arm chair.

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Becky lay back in Elvis’ bed, sniffing under the silk navy pajama top she had borrowed from him to sleep in. His monogrammed initials met her eyeline as she checked how her armpits smelled. After brushing her teeth, she had dusted herself with talc powder again, she was now covered in that old familiar Sweet Honesty scent by Avon. It was starting to grow on her.  The beside clock told her it was 3 a.m. Elvis had been in the bathroom for twenty minutes, what is taking him so long? She thought of what Jerry had told her, what’s so wrong with taking downers to sleep? If he has night terrors and insomnia? Yeah, so far she had watched them knock him out, but he had been fine otherwise. These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something sliding across the tile in the bathroom, and Becky jumped up to check on it, only to be met by a swinging door and revelation of Elvis’ broad, dark silhouette. He swaggered towards her, taking her hands and waltzing her around, then dipping her back into the exposed silk sheets of her side of the bed.

“You ok? Thought maybe you stubbed your toe…” she mumbled up to him, his piercing dark blue stare made her chest ache. Lost in the deference Becky’s brown eyes offered up to him, Elvis hummed, savoring the way she turned her cheek into his knuckles as they roved up her face.

“Mmmm… what Twitchy?” His eyes narrowed, processing her question. “Oh, nah, just me stumblin’ ‘round tryin ta give myself a shot of B 12 … s’apart of my vitamin regimen, ya not the only one tryin’ to be healthy round here, miss veg a ma tarnation ..” Becky’s questioning face followed him as he rolled over on the bed and she cuddled into his chest once he joined her under the covers, half-sitting up pushed into the pillows. He took a ring off his pinky, the design was a wide platinum metal band that tapered off as it bent towards the back, in the center was a flower made of six large, glittering diamonds. Picking up Becky’s right hand from atop his chest, Elvis pushed the ring onto her finger, bending her hand up to watch the jewels catch the light. A gleeful grin bobbed his round, full chin and his eyes gleamed.

“Wannn ya ta have this….” Elvis dropped Becky’s hand, and began rubbing her belly, pushing up the silk button down top warming her skin.  

“Elvis…” Becky shook her head, and started to pull the ring off, readying her diatribe on how she didn’t want gifts.

“Honey don’t… “ Elvis palm glided over her soft, bare belly, pressing into its plush expanse as he trailed from side to side, smiling when he noticed these movements made her bust jiggle. “Now…. Can’t believe ya aint evvvva had sum un tell YOU that ya beautiful….” His speech started to slow as he spoke, each syllable seemed to get caught on the roof of his mouth. “Cuz you arrrre… so beautiful…. And beautiful people deserve beautiful things…. Help ya sparkle…. Help others seeee how beautiful you are…”

Becky could feel tears pooling behind her eyes at this declaration, unsure if she should protest. As if he read her thoughts, Elvis began to preemptively console her.

“Shhhhh…now shhhhh…. Let me do this…. I wanna give you deems … uh..” His eyelids fluttered closed, and a growl worked up his throat as waves of demerol warmed his chest and slowed his heart. “…. uh…” he jerked open his eyes, fighting to stay awake, his lips open and pouting like a baby. “Huh, what was I sayin, now…. oh yeah… it means somethin’ for me to give you deese things on account that you never had ‘em before… means more ta me…. knowing…. that I found you … gonna show the world how beautiful you are…” 

Becky shoved her face into his, and pelting a series of soft kisses across his cheeks as his eye lids began to droop down again, his hand still slowly tracing over her tummy,

“Gaawd, your skin is sooooo soffftt, like a baby’s….. wantcha ta be my baaBY…. I can be your daddy, ….an you can be my mommIEEE ….. and we can beeee each udder’s babies…..” His voice lilted in a higher tone, like a little boy musing about what he wanted to be when he grew up. His eyes completely closed, then struggled open, looking into her face.

“You’re sayin’ you want this to last more than a few days...” Becky thought of the other girlfriends in his life. It was one thing to spend the last week screwing around with a rockstar whose girlfriends, plural, knew or even condoned his polyamorous proclivities. It was another thing to join their sorority. “I’ don’t know if that——”

His jowls rippled as he shushed her, index finger softly held to her lips. “Jus thin ‘bouuutt it…. I know you a stubborn independent woman…. like ta make up your own daaaMN mind…. ya don havta decide now…. In fact, I don want ya ta, mean more if I earrrrn sit…. Stay here for a month, see how much you like me…. I know ya will… be my baaby, my little baby…..”

“Elvis,” Becky whispered. “I cannot stay here for a month…” She looked up from her position snuggling into the silk shirt over his hairy chest, and realized his eyelids had completely dropped down. A low, staggered breath forced out of his mouth. Becky hoped maybe he was so out of it on his sleeping pills that he would forget everything he just proposed. But as she noticed his breath decrease, she pushed in closer to him, her fingers softly skimming the hair across his forehead and rolling down his nose, just as did to put Ruth to bed. 

“Oy gavolt, daddy… what’s in those vitamins, hmm?” she yawned, then frowned, leaned her head on his chest to make sure it was lifting up and down with life, her own fatigue put off by the cold air and lifelessness of Elvis' body. Nuzzling further on to his chest, she thought of what Jerry had told her, and tried to stay awake, monitoring his breathing. Eventually she dozed off listening to the hum of the air conditioner.

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Monday, June 15th

12 p.m. Graceland Master Bedroom

The creak of the door woke Becky up, and she lay on the mattress trying to remember where she was and what she was doing. It must have been five am when she finally fell asleep, but she couldn’t tell what tie it was now because the room was still so dark and cold. The large padded black leather door was ajar, but Becky didn’t see anyone, and as her eyes adjusted to being open, she realized Elvis’ head was on her breasts, and his right hand was cupped over her pubic hair, settled at the apex of her legs between her thighs. I guess he still has some life in there somewhere while he sleeps. She smiled, only to jump up at the sound of a little voice from the side of the bed.

“Who the hell care you?”

Becky shrieked “Fucking cock—mucker...” She threw Elvis’ hand off her and pulled the red, satin bedspread over her legs and panties. Elvis barely stirred, his snores only increasiing as Becky rolled him off her. 

She took in the patch of dirty blonde hair propped up at the edge of the bed, and then sat up further, pushing back against the headboard and smiling at the little girl who stood before her with hands on her hips and a look of disgust on her face.

“Why… hello there. Sorry for yelling… you uh… ya startled me… I’m Becky, who are you?”

The girl looked her up and down with those the same blue eyes and sneered curling her lip as the man sleeping next to hear. She ignored Becky’s question, emphasizing the edge in her voice.

“Where’s Linda? Does she know you’re here…?”

Becky sucked in her breath as she tried to think how she was going to navigate this scenario. This was not what she had in mind when Elvis had invited her to come to Graceland and meet his daughter. She had pictured a sweet, coordinated meeting in a living room or foyer. After having been briefed on Lisa’s likes and dislikes, Elvis would fondly introduce them to each other and handle any of the hard questions about his choice of companionship. As she sat there flummoxed, loud footsteps stopped at the entrance to Elvis’ room and Lisa scurried to hide behind the door just before Aunt Delta’s grimace poked around it. She squinted at Becky, and somehow her frown seemed to deepen into the wrinkles at the side of her mouth.

“You seen that little she-devil?” Delta huffed.

Becky looked over at Lisa Marie behind the door, who was vigorously shaking her head.

“Nope! Why?”

“Ughhh, that little gal needs to come unpack her suitcases… if we don’t do it now, I’s reckon she won’t do it all. That boy just let’s her run wild.”

Becky nodded, although Delta seemed to be talking more to herself, muttering as she turned and pulled the door closed behind her. Becky rolled off the other side of the bed, pulled her jeans off the chair they hung over and stepped into them as she made her way around the bed to Lisa Marie.

“C’mon, she-devil, I’ll help you unpack…”

Lisa Marie crossed her arms. “Chores’ for suckers… Nancy’ll just do it for me when she gets here… you can’t tell me what to do… you’re not my mom… you’re not even Linda…”

Becky chuckled and shook her head, then looked back at Lisa Marie as she opened the famous sound proof double doors that didn’t seem to do anything to keep the rest of Graceland out.

“Thank god I ain’t yer mama…already got one daughter who doesn’t listen to me. Though I find in general I can’t make anyone ‘round here do anything they don’t have a mind to do themselves…” Becky looked over at Elvis’ body on the bed as she said this, then lowered herself on her legs so that she was eye-level with the little toe-haired firecracker. “But I am your guest here at Graceland… so if I like unpacking clothes, you have to let me do it…wouldn’t want to wake up your papa and tell him you aren’t being a good hostess?” She watched Lisa Marie hesitate. “Well, are you the lady of the house or not?”

Lisa Marie uncrossed her arms and sighed up into her bangs. “Sho nuff I am...daddy told me this is my house...an.. I'm... I’m gonna inherit it, have my babies here… s’the Presley legacy… so.. um yeah, I am THE lady of the house…. Ok, well if you wanna be a sucker and unpack my clothes, it's your funeral…”

The slight girl led Becky down the hall towards her bedroom, stopping in front of a glass showcase filled with award trophies below a banner reading “Miss Tennessee 1972.” Lisa Marie paused in front of the shelving and looked at Becky, her eyes rolling up and down Becky’s body in judgement as she announced: 

“These are Linda’s awards, she’s my daddy’s girlfriend… they’re gonna get married one day… she’s a real beauty queen. She’s teaching me ‘bout fashion, how to get into a sorority, which ones are the best ones….”

Becky swallowed, groaning internally. This kid knows exactly what she is doing, she took one look at you and already twigged that you don’t belong here with her daddy. She’s just trying to get a rise out of you, it’s almost sweet. Can’t be easy to be Elvis’ daughter. Breathing deeply, Becky pushed any idea of competition with Linda aside.

“Mhmmm, Linda certainly deserves these doesn’t she, I mean, she’s gorgeous.” She walked beside Lisa. “People always told me I had a nice sense of humor in high school…. You know what means, don’t ya?”

Lisa Marie shook her head. 

“S’nice way of telling me I wasn’t beauty queen material….”

Lisa Marie let out a loud laugh, the tried to hastily suppress her smile as she continued to lead Becky to her bedroom. Becky tried distracted Lisa, asking her what the best sorority was, how to join one, what college she wanted to go, what music she liked. As they talked, Becky soaked in the sheer excess of Lisa Marie’s bed room. There was a round faux fur canopy bed larger than Becky’s bed at home, and it had a stereo and mirrors in the top. There was also a big television, a jewelry case filled “with real diamonds,” Lisa Marie explained, and several large sets of drawers and a big armoire Becky opened the suitcases and started unpacking, pausing to ask for help with every piece of clothing she took out, while asking Lisa Marie about herself. 

“Hey where does this dress go?” Becky asked casually.

Lisa Marie took it with a huff, walking it to the closet, “In here, obviously,” the little girl said as she hung it, and Becky nodded, muttering how silly of her, then folded some tee shirts and skirts into piles.

“So Lisa Marie, what are you into?” Becky asked, handing the little blonde a bunch of rolled socks.

“Lisa… you can just call me Lisa.” Becky nodded at this. “Fast cars, karate, guns and hawwwt music.” Lisa said with a deep affect and an impish smirk

Becky laughed. “Really? Hmmmmmm sounds like someone else in this house… you forgot beauty queens…”

“True… I’m fixing to be a beauty queen ma’self… gonna do karate as my talent at pageants…that or target practice…”

Becky grinned and shook her head, fingers locking the clasps and holding up the empty suitcases with an eye brow arch. “You know, I’ve never even held a gun - you good at shooting?”

 A devilish expression energized Lisa’s face as she turned. “Wanna learn?”

Becky stood, wondering if she should shower and get Charlie or Mary or Jo to take her out to buy a bra and some more modest blouses as she looked at the pajama top over her jeans, mumbling in response. “Learn what, sweet girl?”

“How to shoot a gun a course…” Lisa began walked through a swinging door outside her bedroom, next to a second narrow staircase.

Becky glanced down its dark depths as she ambled behind Lisa, realizing she was being led into Elvis’ dressing room on their way back to the master suite. Becky followed slowly, frowned at the bags under her eyes as they walked through the master bedroom. Dressed, get dressed. Becky struggled, and she took a purple halter top out of her travel bag and slinked it on as Lisa Marie gasped from her position tip toeing over the dresser showcasing Elvis’ arsenal.

“Did you just flash me?” Lisa made a disgusted sound.

“We’re all girls here... sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable honey… I guess maybe I feel a little too comfortable….”

Lisa looked Becky up and down again. “You really are different from his other girlfriends…. Here, any preference ta which one do you like… oh wait, never mind, you already said you don’t know nothing bout guns, better let me do it ... I’m an expert.”

Becky walked over, clipping her dark brown curls in up, her lips pursed and her eyebrows knitted in concern. “What does your daddy say about you using his guns?”

“Ta never ever touch ‘em.” Lisa said as she gatheredd two pistols in her hands, the same way that Ruth would glance over and select Barbie dolls to play with. Lisaa tilted her head to the door, and Becky followed with a disturbed expression as Lisa led them out of the room, downstairs and out back to the smokehouse. She wondered if she should be doing this, but then again, several kids in Ruth’s class already had marksmanship awards. What did she know, did she want her first interaction with Elvis's daughter to be a power struggle?

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Becky’s barefoot feet wriggled further into the sawdust, and she inhaled deeply shutting her eyes. The pressure of the exploding bullet from the shaft of the colt 45 revolver caused Becky to jump back with a little scream. She looked up, there were no holes on the target sheet hanging at the end of the room. 

Lisa laughed, and came over. “You havta keep your eyes OPEN for starters.” She took aim with her gun, as Becky stepped back and watched her squint and stay perfectly still shooting a perfect bullseye. Lisa then turned with an elated gleeful smile, blowing over the top of the gun as her eyes met Becky’s.

Becky chuckled. “Wow… impressive… do you have a favorite gunslinger?”

Lisa turned and shot two more rounds, each one hitting the red center of the bullseye. “Dirty Harry.” She answered without skipping a beat, then flipping her hair back over her shoulder.

“Wow…. Have you seen that movie?”

“Only about a thousand times…. it’s one of my favorite movies….”

“Wow, well, what about a girl shooter? Have you seen Annie Get Your Gun?”

“Of course.” Lisa huffed, refilling the cartridge of her gun. “I even used to have a pink cowgirl vest just like Annie Oakley, ‘cept it’s too small for me now.”

“Well, if we had a sewing machine I could make a new one for you.”

Lisa looked up at Becky with an excited expression, and took her hand, dragging her out of the smokehouse. “Dodger has ‘un…. Let’s go find Charlie, we’ll get him to take us shopping…”

Becky’s bare feet stumbled over the grass and pebbles as Lisa’s hand took them towards the long white building at the back of the mansion. “Um, let’s not bother Charlie… he might have other things to do.”

Lisa’s face turned back to Becky as she rapped on the door, announcing with all earnestness. “Are you kidding? Charlie always does everything I say….”

Three hours later, Becky was sitting at a very large, heavy cumbersome metal Singer sewing machine that Charlie had lugged out from Minnie Mae’s room into the adjourning living room. Becky had given him an apologetic grin as he stumbled and told her that it “Really weren’t no trouble.” Her fingers pushed pink suede through the stitcher and she bit her lip in concentration as she controlled the lever with her foot. Lisa hovered over Becky, perched on the sofa attaching rhinestone beads to the fringe on the smaller vest Becky had already cut and sewn together with Lisa’s proportions. 

“You think this is really gonna fit him?” She said with excitement and Becky nodded, grinning at the thought of Elvis wearing a matching pink suede vest. Not as gaudy as those jumpsuits but in the same family, she thought. Lisa turned to grab another bead from the bowl of glimmering silver rhinestone beads.

Lisa jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “It’s SO perfect! They match…”

Jerry walked by and stuck his head in, a middle aged white lady behind him. “Hey honey - I set up the film reels of The Pink Panther for you down in the TV room like ya asked this mornin…”

Lisa’s eyes stayed fixed where she tied another silver bead on her vest fringe, then waving Jerry off. “Thanks Jerry, maybe later…. We’re busy… oh hi Tish…”  Lisa added, seeing the older woman. Jerry looked at Becky, bewildered, but didn’t inquire what they were doing, turning to escort Tish upstairs.

“Whose that?”

“Oh that’s jus daddy’s nurse… he has some back pain and digestible issues… she’ll start coming by to give him his medicine every day now that he’s home… she takes real good —— ok, is it done ?” Her voice trailed off as she watched Becky pull the large pink vest out of the machine.

"Not yet, I gotta slice the fringe and get some of this shiny beads on here…” Becky smacked her lips and squinted at the stitching. 

Lisa nodded, nothing another bead, heat feet dangling over the edge of the couch. “Say, where did you learn to do all this? Ya mama?”

Becky turned to Lisa, grabbing a bead as she worked on Elvis’ vest. A “Ha!” escaped her mouth at Lisa’s question.

“No, my mama  was busy being a lawyer…. Our nanny, Helga, taught me everything I know… and I try to teach it to my little girl, Ruthie…”

“You’re mama was a lawyer?” Lisa’s eyes were wide, and she paused her work.

“Yeah, everyone in my family is a lawyer… ‘cept my sister, she’s actually a judge up here in Memphis… I think she was the third lady judge in this town.. Maybe I'll see her while I’m here…” Not if I can help it, Becky thought.

“And you? You didn’t wanna be a lawyer?

Becky chortled. “No…. Not alll…. “

“Are you a working mom?”

“Oh honey, all moms are working moms…. We’re like CEOs of small businesses. And those businesses are you,” she said, poking her finger into Lisa’s belly and conjuring a playful squeal.

“OK, but do you work work?”

“Sorta … still trying to figure out what I wanna do when I grow up…. When I was in high school, I wanted to be a park ranger in the Great Smokies…. Sounds silly, huh?”

“Noooo…. What happened? Couldn’t you still do that?”

“What happened…. Oh what happened…. Well, I got real lucky, and the universe put baby Ruth in my arms…. Hard to be a park ranger with a baby strapped to my back…”

 “What would you do now if you could do anything? As a working working mom, I mean.”

“Well, I’m already a working working mom, I’ve kinda always had to be... I help my folks with their hardware store…. If I could do anything…. I guess I’d like to own something, a little book store, maybe sell records too, have a juice bar and a kitchen serving up vegetarian food, maybe I run it with a husband, a nice divorced man I meet one day back in Jackson, living out a Brady Bunch fantasy….”

Lisa patted Becky’s shoulder. “You can do anything you put your mind to, Becky. S’what my daddy always says. If you want to find a divorced man to own a juice bar with, I believe in you…. What’s a vegetarian?”

Becky giggled, putting down the vest after tying the last bead on. “Someone who doesn’t eat any meat.”

“Wait, so you really don’t eat any meat?”

“Mhmmm….”

“That’s ridiculous… how can you even have a complete meal?”

“I have my ways…they involve tofu, peanut butter or beans….”

Becky and Lisa stayed in the living room talking, as Becky explained some of the reasons she didn’t eat meat, asking Lisa if she would eat a horse or pet dog, and then why a cow or chicken was different. She looked at the large, ornate golden clock over the fireplace and realized it was 3:30. 

“Speaking of food, I’m honnnngry, haven’t had anything to eat all day.. y’all have peanut butter and jelly?”

Lisa smiled and jumped off her perch on the sofa, laying her vest over the larger one and waving for Becky to follow her. “I’ll do you one better, I’ll make you one of my famous peanut butter banana sandwiches.”

Just as she jogged into the foyer, a pair of large hands reached out and grabbed Lisa and lifted her over the shoulder of an Elvis shaped frame, pinching her sides.

“Ya mean my famous peanut butter banana sandwiches….” Elvis voice tumbled out with a chuckle as his daughter squealed in delight. “See ya met my friend here…” he added as he put his daughter down, his face aglow as he looked at Becky. This shifted to a look of displeasure when his eyes saw the dirt on her feet. 

“Honey, what’s with ya feet?” He tisked.

Lisa bumped into Elvis waist, pushing his arm around her shoulder as she giggled. “She’s been running ‘round outside without any shoes on…. And she flashed her big boobies at me getting dressed this morning…. AND she’s teaching me how ta be a vegetarian…”

Elvis left eye brow arched up high, looking from Lisa to Becky. “Oh reeALLLY…. Hmmm…. Looks like y'all been getting to know each other good..." He stepped over to Becky, hand around her waist, and whispered in her ear. "Honey, why don’t ya go wash up and put something nice on, maybe a little make-up?”

Becky frowned. “Think you can snap your fingers and I’ll —” 

Elvis walked her to the staircase, his hand rubbed her bare shoulders, his eyes melting away all the retorts forming in her mind as she took in the track suit he was wearing. His voice was soft but firm, “C’mon, go get presentable... want my daughter to see how beautiful ya are when I introduce ya…. Go on now.” He slapped her butt playfully as Becky turned, unable to stop her body from complying with his directions as her mind spun in a tizzy from the feel of his hands and the way his big blue eyes looked into hers with a mix of lust, admiration and smug bravado. Introduce me to your daughter my ass, I’ve spent the last six hours unpacking clothes, shooting guns, shopping and sewing with her.

But she thrilled with elation as she bounced toward the kitchen twenty minutes later, proud of the way she had done her make up and fixed herself after taking a quick rinse in the shower. Sweet Honesty was now her favorite perfume and she smelled her wrists backing into the kitchen’s swinging door,  gasping with delight at the sight of Lisa and Elvis in matching pink fringed vests. Lisa sat on the counter next to the sink, eating a sandwich, and called out with a full mouth. Her white Mary Jane shoes hit the cabinets below. “Becky! Lewk ift figs!!!” She pointed to her dad, and Elvis turned from the stove, running his hands over his vest.

“Jus what I been needed… a pink shiny vest… ! Gonna hafta keep ya round, I have a list of mending been tryin to get Delta to do for the last year.”

Becky curled her lips. “I won’t be darnin’ your socks, Presley…”

Elvis grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek with “Hesh… now, let me look at ya.” He twirled her around in the middle of the kitchen. “There she is…. now that’s better honey…  look, Goobernickle, the most beautiful girl in the world jus wandered in ta our kitchen, ain’t we lucky.” Lisa kicked him. “Sorry, how silly a me, second most beautiful gal in the world after that lil gal right there.” 

Becky blushed and Elvis kissed her hand, taking her to sit on the orange kitchen stool near the TV. Back at the stove, he flipped what looked like a grilled cheese sandwich out of the pan and onto a plate, cutting it in half and blowing on it as he brought it over.

“Get ready to have the most delicious thing in that mouth of yours since you got to Graceland…. I mean second most delicious…” Elvis stood in front of Becky, taking up a sandwich to feed her, chuckling at her horrified expression. Good, she got my innuendo, he thought, then looked back at Lisa who was obliviously chewing on the second half of her sandwich. “I meant after the corn bread you ate last night, whatcha think I meant? Crazy woman.”

Becky sighed, closing her eyes, her exhale a mix of exasperation and excitement as she opened her mouth to taste the sandwich Elvis guided in as he held her chin. 

She couldn’t help the instinctive reaction her body had to his voice, touch, and the way his eyes danced with impish joy at her unease. But Becky also found herself sickened by how weak she was, how her pussy tingled when she swallowed the salty, sweet goodness of the sandwich. Elvis thumbed along her jawline, much the same way he had when she had sucked his cock the previous day, and her eyes widened as she felt the buzzing energy of his touch caressing her face. She swatted him away and stifled the deep sensuous moan threatening to increase. Lisa Marie seemed unperturbed, jumping off the counter to get some milk from the fridge. Elvis chortled loudly at Becky’s angry stare and pushed another bite in her mouth. She rolled her eyes, then whimpered involuntarily at how the fried, buttery carby goodness hit the back of her throat. Becky had never been with anyone who pushed and pulled and blurred the boundaries between all the different aspects of her personality together at once.

Elvis winked.

“Tastes good, don’t it?”

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[hooked-on-elvis]

Hello there! I am a fan of your blog and I appreciate the depth you provide when your posts include text. You are an eloquent writer and as an English major, I can appreciate that in anyone!

Anywho, I was wondering what is your favorite era of Elvis and why? Mine is 50s E, going back to ‘53 pre-fame. He was just a young man with stars in his eyes and music flowing through his veins. I loved his zeal for God and the Bible (especially as a Christ follower myself), his passion and work ethic, his devotion to his family, all those things. Many of those tenets remained with him at the time of his passing but unfortunately, I do believe he was a case of being swamped by his fame (as has happened to many big stars). From what I’ve read, I do believe he was on his way to reworking his life in ways that returned to his roots reminiscent of 50s E, where he was more free and relaxed in accordance with his fame.

That being said, ‘68 to 70s E has my heart when it comes to music. He accomplished the variety I believe he wanted from the start, and was fleshed out in his individuality. Heh, this was a book and a half…thank you for reading and I look forward to your response!

TCB and TLC! 💜⚡️

First of all: 🥹🥲 Thank you for your kind words and compliment, dear. I'm glad I can do some good enough work when talking about Elvis' career and life because I think as much zeal Elvis had for God, like you mentioned, not comparing him with God but I do have the same zeal for him. When friends like you compliment the things I share in my blog I like to think Elvis is somehow proud of the little things I do while researching his career and sharing what i found out in a the clearest way I find to even tho I'm still studying English just like you. I try to do the best I can, I take a lot of time writing and rewriting but even so sometimes I know I slip in my writing. Anyhow I'm very pleased to hear my flaws don't come in the way of what I'm aiming to do. Helping to spread information about Elvis' rich career and life story with the more people I can reach. Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. You have no idea how I feel honored.

I can relate to your feelings about Elvis in many ways but there isn't an easy answer from my part, friend. Sorry if I may ramble too much in my answer but here goes my thoughts/feelings:

We, Elvis fans, love all of his eras anyway but we all have our favorites so, being specific, I love late 60s and all about 70s Elvis the most, specially 70s Elvis, and that's because of his voice, which was so much deeper and intenser than when he was young (naturally and because he worked hard for it too), and because of his repertoire as a musician, the country songs specially — also because of his latter movies which are my favorites.

Back in early 60s Elvis' voice was pretty much matured already but his repertoire, even tho I love it, is not my favorite in comparison to the 50s and 70s ones. There's too many ballads in the early 60s and I prefer the country songs Elvis performed in the 50s and 70s the most, as I said. I can't deny his looks in the 70s has something to do with my favorite Elvis era too. Late 1970 to 1972/1973 in my favorite period of Elvis' appearance, but as for his personal life, the 70s is not my favorite Elvis era at all, as you can imagine and I think we all can agree on this.

The way he was emotionally damaged in the course of his career is something we cry about every day, as fans. The fame pressure, better saying the need-for-profit business pressure that was put on him, took some of his shine away even tho he still had plenty to give, and he did, until the end of his life. The misfortune to him was becoming a prisoner of his phenomenal fame, "swamped by his fame" as you put it, but he loved the fans, he loved performing, he loved the spotlight on him, he loved his work, loved music to no end, and that's something we can trust to comfort our fan hearts. Elvis had a pretty good life, not a perfect one, but he was happy despite the problems he faced, the problems of human life that each of us have to deal with at some point in each unique ways they are presented to us, periods of deep sadness, hopelessness, anxiety, and so on. Even tho we will keep continually fantasizing that EP had never went through such problems in his life, our precious boy. I always like to enhance this: Elvis was not a sad "old" man by the end of his life. He had days and days. Life was not that exciting as it was for him in the 50s but, even tho not fully satisfied with life and with his career (the things he felt it lacked for him to accomplish), he was happy, he was in good humor most times, and he made many, many, MANY people happy (as helped many too) until the last day of his life, as we know — he still does so now in afterlife… here we are as a living proof.

By the way, one of the things I love the most about 70s Elvis is the way, even tho in his soul he could be in deep sorrow at times, he always found a way to make people laugh, even at his own expenses with self-deprecating jokes, for example. It's funny how he did this. Elvis was a special soul.

And yeah, the way Elvis loved God and the way he was never shy to show it is one of my favorite things about him too. I love to think he conquered his 3 Grammy Awards for his gospel albums, even tho it's sad he never conquered one for his secular music ones. He was proud of praising the Lord with the talent he always spoke proudly He had given to him, and winning awards from it I think made him feel the Lord was happy with the way he lived his life.

So, I guess my definite - tho not very specific - response to your amazing question is: I love 50s Elvis the most concerning his personal satisfaction as a performer, and I love late 60s, specially 70s Elvis the most concerning his work. I love him most of all, and everything he did, in different levels.

I warned ya', my answer wouldn't come that easy but that's how I feel. It's not easy to explain but I guess you can understand a little how I feel about Elvis now.

Thanks for your question, dear, and for you taking your time reading my content and being so kind and generous in sharing your thoughts with me and being interested in my feelings as an Elvis fan like you. Thank you for sharing your feelings about him with me (with us all) too! I love how we share the same kind of perceptions about El.

All my love to you, dear. A big, warm hug. 💖

TCB and TLC!⚡️

[aconflagrationofmyown]

hii i was just wondering and i mean this with like no malice, seriously i love all your aus and series, but i was just curious if you plan on writing anything anytime soon that isn't of an au/series? i read one of your works that you reposted on a different account that i had no idea existed and was just blown away by it, and i really didn't know you wrote in that type of format, it was called The Honeymoon i think, and i really mean it when i say it was absolutely amazing. i think i just really liked the back and forth dialogue between elvis and the reader, it was such a cute relationship from what i could get of it. i cant say enough how much i loved the relationship and the way you made the reader out to be, contrasting so much with elvis in the most amazing way possible.

so this is kind of both an ask and a way for me to pay my highest compliments to you for that fic, i was too shy to leave an actual comment, so im leaving this little love letter 💘💝💗

Gosh what a sweet thing to find in my inbox, you absolute doll. Thanks for making my day. I wish I knew who you were so I could batter your dm-hobbit-door down and give you extra thanks but I don’t wanna scare you off and I appreciate that you’ve reached out. Thank you, again!

Honestly? I would totally love to write for more in that genre/reader insert. I do love my AU’s and I’m very appreciative and loyal to the folks who’ve become so invested in them but that’s not to say my brain doesn’t have some schemes from time to time and I’d love prompts.

So -i’ll happily take any prompts.

Here’s the deal: Ive learned over a year of writing that I prefer writing AU’s with a significant turn from his actual life, if that makes sense? We’ve got so many authors in this fandom doing such an incredible job writing stories that are so near to the real timeline they read as torrid biographies and I simply don’t see myself achieving anything but subpar mimicry of what they’re already doing so, so well.

Quick shout out to @whositmcwhatsit who is nailing 70’s tour life, @be-my-ally who has a treasure trove of different fics and eras, @ellie-24 who has an amazingly immersive army fic, @thatbanditqueen who slays both 70’s and army era and perhaps more I can’t keep up with her genius, @from-memphis-with-love who has created my dream Hollywood fic, @ab4eva has us down on time travel, @elvisabutler gave us Professor Presley, @prompted-wordsmith gave us ghost meets Austin…so so so many more here I’ve omitted due to brain cell shrinkage and space.

Anyways, so…long answer shortened: If there’s an idea you have that you’ve not seen done much before and based on what else I’ve written you would be intrigued to see me take a crack at it…it would be my honor to give it a try.

I’ve also got a couple of Reader fics already in my head, a genuinely nasty Trailer Park Cop Big Daddy AU and then Regency Elvis that I’ve already written a blurb for. I’m sure there’s much more out there to be explored.

Thank you for all your sweet words and for expressing your interest. 🌸

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[crash-and-cure]

Dear Crash,

I had too much for a reply on your post so I'm writing you here :) I tend to read other writers' fic either late at night or during the day (at work or in between life bs) and so I feel bad, because I don't usually take the time to really tell people how good their writing is, like specifically. But I want to be better, and I feel like if I'm not going to celebrate a 21K first chapter like Burin' a Hole, than what kind of person am I?

Did I know what the omegaverse was bf yesterday? No. In fact, and I mean this without judgement, but bc I have never really read this genre bf, I was a little unsure or wary of what to expect but I have read you other work so many times , that I just dove in. And then I reread it again. There were several things that I noticed reading it a second time, like the significance of having her be a make-up artist and the quote from Kitty, ugh, of course, because she is hiding who she is, the appeal of this career/interest makes so much sense. Elvis reading the mail when she comes to tell him she got another job. There were so many other things that just bowl me over with how much work you put into crafting this piece. The humor too - that Doner party gag, ahhhhh! Perry Mason wins, lollll!

And the way you build these characters, especially E and reader ! Muah, chef's kiss! I love the flipped expectations bf they present, I really appreciated that reader is not just using suppressants to save her father's reputation (bc I don't think that would be motivation enough), but because of her history with alphas, and having watched what her mother went through, and fear of abandonment, and the genuine fear of the intensity of being mated to one. I could see why she does what she does. One of my favorite passing vignettes is the image of Elvis holding up traffic trying to get her to come back to the show after they fight while she walks to the bus stop with a suitcase.

And, of course, the last part ... well, let's just say I have a feeling that section is now one of my go to comfort readings when I want to smile and shiver and be inspired in my own writing.

I'm probably fangirling out too much here, but I'll just end by saying thanks for your fucking brilliance and I'm so grateful I found your work! 21 K fucking words!!! I guess I'm an alpha!elvis stan now, which i never predicted by am so in to, picturing angry alpha austin elvis here....

xoxo

Norah

Thank you so much ☺ I love to hear what people loved most about my pieces and I'm so happy to see when they pick up on those details!

When I started writing this one, there was so much to think about in terms of how the ABO dynamics interacted with the era. Which was a lot of fun to speculate on and at times also overwhelming TBH, but once I figured this out and the details within the request I was able to go from there. When I got the request the thought she was a makeup artist while also being someone who hides who she is was too good of detail to leave so happy to see you picked up on it. The humor was an important aspect to me to really showcase their friendship (what's a light threat of cannibalism between best friends lol).

That being said the build up of the relationship was one of the most crucial aspects to the story for me as to why of all the omegas that froth at the mouth over him, why reader? So them being friends since they were kids and being shaped by one another was something I really wanted to explore. Knowing how he was described as a kid, that definitely factored into how he was expected to present in this world, so reader had to be on the opposite end of that spectrum. Her being his most ardent supporter since the get-go, and basically being the extrovert that adopts the introvert was something I thought fit well into that why.

The readers motivations were also in the same vein of asking why not go for it? Especially making a bold reader, you're right on the money that saving her piece of shit father's reputation was her lowest priority. Fear of abandonement is something I think many people can relate to so the fact that in this world an abandoned mated omega going into heat oftentimes = death, doesn't help either. It doesn't help that the fact that her primary example for an A/O relationship fell apart so spectacularly and both parents to some degree laid the responsibility for it's destruction at her feet, and she unintentionally internalized alot of the blame and now believes that there is something inherently wrong with her.

Something I also had to take into account was why Elvis didn't go for it earlier either, and I can't believe I forgot to mention it in the story, but there is this idea (potentially false) that Alpha's tend to unintentionally injure Beta partners in the act which he would never want to risk (edit: as well as the very real fact that an A/B couple can't reproduce which of course is heavily stigmatized especially in this era). But just because the physical aspect wasn't there didn't mean he didn't view it as a relationship in all other ways, as in his mind for all other intents and purposes reader is his. He to a lesser extent was also traumatized seeing reader so emotionally effected by her situation, utterly unable to imagine how a mother could do that to her kid so he wanted to always keep her close to him. So when the reality that she is an omega comes to light and she wants to leave the temporary pain of a less than willing claiming bite is outweighed by the knowledge that with it she'll never be able to leave.

Believe it or not that vignette was a last minute edition, because I wanted to demonstrate readers near iron will to truly make the fact that she eventually just gives in to him all the more poignant.

I put alot of work into that final section, wanting to make it hot but also elevate it given the omegaverse setting so I'm honored to hear you feel inspired by it.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write this all out, especially when you're working on your own amazing story as well! I'm honestly so grateful for all the love and support I've been getting from you and all of the other lovely readers out there.

Again thank you so much Norah!

#crash answers #elvis #elvis 2022 #yandere!elvis x reader #omega!reader #omega reader #omegaverse

[lindszeppelin]

I did not think they were PR and I was a follower of Mollie’s up until they went to the Era’s tour. Kaia is extremely close with Karlie Kloss (who is no longer friends with Taylor) and Mollie herself even speculated that when Kaia unfollowed Baz it was because he was at a party with Taylor the night before. Kaia’s dad’s tequila company is one of Taylor Swift’s sponsors and suddenly they show up to a VIP tent at her concert where a lot of celebrities are attending for attention/PR? I don’t think Austin is innocent in this, I think he’s collecting a paycheck and playing the game so it isn’t fair to only blame Kaia for it. I still support Austin but I def side eye their relationship now. And I know Karlie herself went to a Taylor concert but that was to fuck with Taylor herself, it didn’t have anything to do with Kaia. Kaia also follows the artists she likes on IG or posts about them and she has never done that with Taylor so while she’s a fan she was never one publicly and all of a sudden she’s at the concert dancing and singing? They’ve gone to concerts before and stayed lowkey (Gracie Abrams, concert in France, etc)

WOW. The lore goes deep with this one. I mean honestly this whole eras tour situation is baffling to me, and i appreciate you guys that are taylor fans can comment on this because i don't know any of this stuff lol. I'm aware of the drama that surrounds taylor and she just seems like a really messy person. but aside from that, it is not lost on me at all that this happened on the same day of Austin's YSL cologne dropping. It is too coincidental. And the fact that Casamigos is a sponsor of the Eras Tour threw me for a loop. not rande getting his daughter to support one of his tequila backers for PR lol

in regards to the baz thing. i think it's really petty and immature of kaia to throw a hissy fit when baz lurhmann didn't follow her back on instagram. that girl follows a lot of people associated with austin and the movie, which is weird in itself that she's trying to ingrain herself in that community she is not apart of. and when baz fucking lurhmann didn't want to follow her back then she's mopey about it. i didn't even know that SHE unfollowed baz. so see, she's being petty af. and baz is a grown man who doesn't have time for drama. he clearly loves austin and will ride for him long after the Elvis hype dies down. and he seems loyal to the people he cares about. so the fact that he never followed kaia says a lot to me. he's a smart man.

but getting back to the original point here, yes this swift concert was the motherload of all PR lol

#lindsay's anon asks

[sparkiekong]

Hey, it's song anon. I have... A LOT of music from those three decades that I either listened to growing up or stuck with me from my family constantly playing them. I do not think there is a genre that I don't listen to because of this. There was the danger of me sending ask after ask of just songs so I tried to give a sprinkle from a few different genres for ease. If you want strange music from the 70s, 80s, and 90s, I've got you covered. Oh, and you may want to look up the lyrics for some of the songs. Not all of them are easy to understand.

Hi song nonny! 

I appreciate all kinds of music! Much of my music taste comes from my parents like you. My mom was into Eagles and Alabama and my dad loved Blondie and Lita Ford... I was a radio kid. Whatever was on the radio is what I got to listen to. 

I also get a large portion of my music tastes from my hubby who listens to a lot of 80s rock metal and progressive metal guitar geniuses like Ritchie Kotzen, Nuno Bettencourt, Joe Satriani...

Of the eras I mentioned.... A good sample would be Guardians of the Galaxy vol one is one of my favs just from the playlist that it has. I listen to a wide variety of stuff. As a child I was obsessed with Kenny Rogers and Michael Jackson (Thriller era) and Loved Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett and Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! By Allen Sherman. My mom played the records and 8 tracks for me all the time. 

I even listened to records with my grandparents who liked stuff like Elvis Presley, Hank Williams Sr. and would listen to Grandad play harmonica for hours. More recent music is along the lines of Halestorm on repeat for hours on end, but I’m trying to expand and get more into music. I will definitely check the lyrics out and give them a good listen. Inspiration comes in strange places and lately music has been the go to, so I’m following the inspiration. Thanks again for the song suggestions and for chatting with me!

#kong rambles #ask #thank you #nonny ask #music edit ideas

[adultalternative]

2022 Best of is finally here. I had like three-quarters of the list figured out pretty early on, but just had a general playlist where I added people before I listened to them to try to get more artists in at once. Turned out that was a bad idea.

Renaissance- First new Beyonce era I could appreciate live due to it instantly being on streaming. It is hard to write a real review for this album, because this is a going out album and I am still quarantining, and I primarily listen to my year end albums in a Free for All shuffle mode, but Beyonce still finds a way to surprise people 9 years after her self-titled album. My favorite songs are Break My Soul, All Up In Your Mind, Virgo’s Groove, and Thique.

Las Ruinas- Rico Nasty swung big and it paid off. Rock, G-Funk, drum and bass (amongst other genres) all make appearances on this album. People seemed to constantly mention that it was a mixtape, and you can tell, but so what? I liked the different sounds and Rico was able to stand on her own in each song without getting lost. Gotsta Get Paid, Intrusive, Into the Dark, Black Punk and Easy are my favorite songs.

Giving the World Away- Hatchie was able to make an ethereal baggy album. Another casualty of still quarantining, as this album was meant to be listened to on your way back from nights out in quirky outdoor downtown cafes in the spring. Shoegaze guitars make an appearance throughout this album, too. My favorite songs are Giving the World Away, Till We Run Out of Air, Don't Leave Me in the Rain, and This Enchanted.

Unsoothing Interior- Vero went from a cute EP to directly commanding first chair at a reality show reunion with this album. While usually, 90’s inspired albums are power pop/sunnier alternative rock and sometimes grunge, Vero dip into shoegaze and noise rock. If you primarily like Kim Gordon’s songs on Sonic Youth, then this album is for you. I like the songs Cupid, Sex, Me & TV Shows, and Beluga the most.

Sometimes, Forever- Embarrassed to say this, but this is the first Soccer Mommy album that totally got me. Her usual guitar only sound is balanced with sonic experiments like the jazzy Unholy Affliction. Also, her lyrics got to me more with songs like Don’t Ask Me and Feel it All the Time.

Nova Twins- Fun, angry and brashy. I like Cleopatra and Antagonist.

Bronco- Austin Butler wasn’t the only Elvis impressionist this year. Orville Peck sanded down his edges to make a more general country album, with unfortunately, less commercial pay off than there could have been. Bronco and Outta Time are still highlights.

Skinty Fia- Fontaines DC continue to excel at dark and brooding alternative rock music. Jackie Down the Line, In ár gCroíthe go deo, and I Love You are my highlights.

Strawberry- Dreamy alternative dance music. Patience etc… and Happy Happy are the highlights, but with such a concise project, just listen to all of it.

Stumpwork- I never would have thought that post punk would be a genre that I would fast track to my best of list, but here we are. Dry Cleaning continues to soundtrack rainy day Sundays with their detached, spoken word vocals with their expressive guitars. I like Anna Calls from the Arctic, Liberty Logs, and Kwendy Kups.

Lady for Sale- In a year with both crossover and alternative country releases, this release with a throwback sound drew my attention the most. While I was initially just drawn to Lola Kirke, the actress from underrated Mistress America, making a countrypolitan album as a Brit, I was soon surprised by how good (and accurate) it was. I like Pink Sky and Falling in Love Again.

Hypnos- Ravyn Lenae continues to be ahead of her peers at such a young age. A good take on psychedelic R&B. My favorite songs are Venom and Inside Out.

SQUEEZE- Very unique mishmash of heavier, noisy, alternative music, and more mellow singer-songwriter music. Now that I’m thinking about it, it sort of reminds me of To Bring You My Love. I enjoy the epicness of The Greatest and the sadness in Tried to Understand. 

SOS- Too late of a release (and not relevant enough in a quarantine lifestyle) for me to appreciate, but it did a good job at putting its foot in the door. I like Blind, Kill Bill, and Gone Girl.

Crash- Though Sucker and Charli could have been interpreted as pop compromise albums by some of the fans, this album definitely steals the title from either with no contest, but not in a bad way. I don’t really know how to describe this album, but it’s more Superlove and Doin’ It than Blame it On Your Love. Good Ones, Yuck, Lightning, and What You Think of Me are my favorite songs, although New Shapes is also good.

Coping Mechanism- Willow came back with an even rockier album. My favorite songs are Split, ur a stranger, and Maybe it’s my Fault.

Blue Rev- Alvvays went from a punchline for random indie bands with corny names to making a late in the year highlight for me out of nowhere. Great shoegaze in catchy pop formats for walks outside. I like Pharmacist, Easy On Your Own, and the Saint Etienne-esque Very Online Guy.

Traumazine- Megan thee Stallion had a rogue’s gallery that would be perfect for a 90’s kids action cartoon this year (Or the anime inspired visualizers for the songs on Youtube). Unfortunately, for her antagonists, you can’t keep Megan down. My favorite songs are Her, Anxiety, Red Wine, and Flip Flop.

American Gurl- Kilo Kish came back with a poppier version of her EPs. Good combination of poppy sheen and melodies but still experimental. My favorite songs are Death Fantasy, Choice Cowboy, and American Gurl. 

Froge.mp3- A drum and bass album that came out of nowhere but very catchy and fun. I like the songs Words and on and on.

Black Girl Magic- Honey Dijon provides us with more house bops after working with Beyonce for Renaissance. My favorite songs are Everybody and Downtown.

Finally, New- While They Hate Change's Finally, New is called experimental hip hop, for me the drum and bass made it more accessible and memorable. Some Days I Hate My Voice is my favorite song.

Us Ephemeral- Very coherent electronic album. A little Toonami and a little Telepopmusik. The title track is my favorite song.

Kaitlin Butts- Short sweet to the point country music with the right amount of sadness. What else can she do and bored if I don’t do a great job at capturing the melancholy of being bored in a rural area without being prepared for the bigger pond yet.

SRSQ-  Theatrical dream pop that makes me feel like I’m flying in the night. Used to Love, Saved for Summer, and Elan Vital are my favorites. It reminds me of Tamaryn but also Sky Ferreira.

Janky Star- I found Grace Ives too late in 2019 to include her in my best of (Or have her compete fairly), but Janky Star had a better chance this year. Grace makes cool music to dance to, good for either an imaginary pop up silent rave or by yourself in a kitchen while doing chores. Burn Bridges and Loose are my favorites.

#beyonce #rico nasty #hatchie #vero #soccer mommy #nova twins #orville peck #fontaines dc #caroline loveglow #dry cleaning #lola kirke #ravyn lenae #sasami #charli xcx #sza #willow #alvvays #megan thee stallion #kilo kish #piri and tommy #honey dijon #they hate change #vitesse x #kaitlin butts #srsq #grace ives

[septembersghost]

“When I first read Priscilla Presley’s memoir Elvis and Me, I found it really interesting and was impressed by how personal and revealing it was. I loved how she wrote in a way that was so direct and relatable about going through all the stages that most girls go through into womanhood – but in such a unique and eccentric setting at Graceland, with Elvis Presley.”

“When my cousin’s wife Kate Gersten was telling me about working on a musical of Priscilla’s story, it prompted me to read the book again. I got so into her story and the vivid world, and how wild it must have been to be going to a Catholic girls’ high school in Memphis while living with Elvis at Graceland, struggling to stay awake in class and do her studies after partying all night with Elvis and his friends. And I appreciated the strength she showed in leaving to find her own identity after growing up trying to be his idea of the ideal woman.”

“I worried at first that it might be too similar to Marie Antoinette, but when I spoke to Priscilla I was able to understand more about her perspective and began to see how it could become its own film. It would have its own challenges, such as fitting so much of her life into two hours – and how I would ever find someone to play Elvis. Jacob Elordi did this just how I imagined: in a subtle way, evoking the feeling of him as he was described by Priscilla in his private life. I was so glad to meet Cailee [Spaeny], who Kirsten [Dunst] had just loved working with [on Alex Garland’s forthcoming film Civil War], and it was incredible to see how she could transform from a 15-year-old to a 28-eight-year-old in the same day.”

“On this set, I totally felt in my element, doing what I love. I could see moments that felt like past films, but hopefully that’s now my style and all of my experience went into this one. It was a new kind of pressure to do the story of someone who is alive and I always wanted Priscilla to be happy with it, while including what I responded to in her story. I think it was a complicated relationship and a different time. I hope the audience can feel what it was like for her, and see how we all go through so much to become who we are.”

Thoughts on these new quotes about Priscilla from Sofia Coppola? I know you plan to skip it but it does give me a bit of better hope for the movie.

https://amp.theguardian.com/film/2023/aug/27/sofia-coppola-archive-memoir-memories-book-extract-lost-translation-virgin-suicides

the inner salty girl in me that i try to suppress honestly hopes a bunch of the haters and the "this is the only valid movie about him ever because the estate didn't approve it" people go to see it expecting a flat tale excoriating him and victimizing her, and instead receive a sensitive, thoughtful take on priscillla's life with him and the tempestuousness and sweetness and surreality of that existence at graceland. because they will be outraged and i will smile quietly to myself.

the outer sincere part of me believes, regardless of what transpires with the film's release, sofia really means all of this and was approaching it from a nuanced and compassionate artistic perspective, because everything she's saying in these quotes shares thoughts i've had about it too, and there's value in approaching it with humanity and recognition of differences in era, in the complications of love and youthful dreams and real struggles, in coming into one's own as a person even when that means you have to leave that love and what you knew of your life behind to forge your identity.

#anonymous #letterbox #priscilla 2023

[nymessis]

⚡Elvis Ask Game!⚡

First of all thanks @alienelvisobsession for sending this to me! ♡

♡ When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?

I was ten years old and I've never heard of him as I can recall. Maybe I had a very vague idea, but I've never seen a picture of him or heard any songs.

Anyway, I had this tradition of watching movies at night with my parents, and one night they told me: "Hey Laura, do you want to see an old movie?" I loved classic movies and I still do, so all excited I said yes right away. It was Jailhouse Rock.

You can picture me there, as a little girl, seeing Elvis Presley for the first time in my life, having my biggest romantic awakening. I had childhood crushes before but man, I was obsessed. It lasted a few months for me, the obsession faded away but since then I always had this appreciation over him.

Then the Elvis 2022 movie came out, and because I LOVE Freddie Mercury and Elton John and I LOVED both biopics, I had to see this one too! I couldn't help but fall in love all over again with Elvis.

The long time ago forgotten crush and obsession of my childhood came back in a flash, and I couldn't help it. And now here I am, and I'm afraid this time won't fade away that easily ⚡

♡ And what was your first impression?

Well you can imagine! I saw him on Jailhouse Rock and the first thing I thought was that he was super handsome. Then hearing him sing in the singing scenes made me fall even harder like, "he can sing too?? this man is perfect!!! I mean, he is handsome and sings like that??" And not only that, but the movie has romantic scenes with him. It was romantic awakening all the way for me ♡

♡ Lace shirts or jumpsuits?

Lace shirts for me, but the jumpsuits are iconic!!

♡ You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be?

So hard to pick, the man had style and there are so many outfits I love. This is not necesarilly my favourite, but pink suits him a lot and I love this picture ♡

♡ C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

As I love his sense of humour here it is:

“What are you laughin' at? This is my first guitar, I was little. I told you. Little bitty cat tryin' to get people to listen to me.”

♡ Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)

I loved Austin in the movie, and I found him handsome obviously, but not necesarilly distracting.

♡ What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

His sense of humour please! He was always willing to laugh and trying to make others laugh. He used to say that laughing is pure freedom, like being a child again. I wish people were more aware of this side of him

♡ You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A) nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B) you give the Colonel a stern telling off C) you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract D) you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” E) you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash

I get so nervous when there's conflict around, so I tend to avoid it. But if someone harms a person I love, then I always try to stand up for them. I would first go with C, trying to convince elvis to break all contact with the Colonel, then I would go with D, but if that doesn't work… well i think you know what is next 💀

♡ What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

I loved the movie in general, but I enjoyed a lot the Hayride scene and all the young elvis part of the movie, as that era is my favourite

♡ You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

It's so hard to choose!! But I'll stick into reality and say what I actually chose to show to my best friend about Elvis: His performances of Don't be Cruel in the Ed Sullivan show. There's just something about those performances that I can't help to love. His charisma, goofiness, and how he makes all her fans crazy just by making a simple gesture

♡ How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

Well I have to be realistic here. I'm not so much into kids and I don't want to have any, so I guess I wouldn't give him any… But I wouldn't mind trying 👀

♡ Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

His bedroom with teddy bears!! 🐻♡

♡ What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

Again hard to choose ugh... I will say pre-army/army Elvis, and 68' Comeback Special Elvis!

♡ How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

I knew he existed, but until I watched the Elvis movie I didn't even know his name lol

♡ What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

Can I be Ann-Margret please? 🥺♡

♡ Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A)hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B) hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

B. Hell yes, now there's no turning back for him!

♡ Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

I dont read a lot of fan-fiction but if I had to choose I would stick to fluffy smut, it has the best of both worlds

♡ Spit or swallow for this man? 🤫

♡ Would Gladys approve of you? (this should not be right in line after that last question but here we are)

Well I don't really know since I dont want any kids and marriage. I'm sure that she wouldn't like that part of me. But I'm a sweet and caring person, so maybe she would appreciate that

♡ Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

Right now I'm reading June Juanico's book, and she mentions how in their first date he picked her up with his black and pink 1955 Ford Fairlane Victoria. That's my favourite!!

♡ What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

I mean I was in a karate academy when I was a kid, but I quit because a little girl 5 years younger than me hit me in the stomach. So there you have it lol.

♡ If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

Well after I dramatically faint a couple of times… I would make him see how much loved he is all around the world, how he inspires and bring joy to a lot of people even after all of this time. How he will never be forgotten because after all he made history ⚡♡

♡ What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

I think we would share our love for music and cinema. And I'm a very open minded person in mystical matters too, so I'm pretty sure we would've shared that too, specially astrology, as I'm super interested in it

♡ What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

"If you're looking for trouble… you came to the right place" lol I just couldn't stop saying this all the time

♡ What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

I can't choose just three, omg. It depends on the day so these aren't necessarily my favourites. Today I'll say "Love me", "Don't be cruel" and "You'll never walk alone"

♡ If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

The death of Gladys. I feel that her death was definetly what ended up breaking Elvis, he felt so lonely without her. If she was alive she would've kept him safe and loved

♡ Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

Well my 3 most loved artists are Elvis, Freddie Mercury and Elton John. I feel like the fact that Elton is still alive and making music makes me feel more at ease with that ♡

♡ How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play? A) I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul B) I left feeling alarmingly horny C) I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D) I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E) I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

Well I was crying and sobbing like a baby long before it started to play so I'll stick with D lol

♡ If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all

I have so many favourite pics sorry 😆

#elvis ask game #elvis #elvis presley #elvis movie #elvis 2022 #elvis pictures #elvisaaronpresley #baz luhrmann #elvis fandom

[invisibleraven]

 “Is this fitting right?” “You’re a ghost, it’s not like they’ll be able to tell if it doesn’t.” for Writer's Choice!

Reggie was in his glee as he wandered the aisles of the Spirit of Halloween store that Julie had let them tag along to. She was invited to a party for the holiday and needed a new costume, and given the franchise hadn't been a thing when the guys died, grudgingly allowed them to come with her.

"Just... try not to get caught," she said with a sigh, going off towards the section of women's costumes.

Reggie started pawing at everything, each new costume making his eyes wider and wider, his smile growing, and he crowed as little with each new discovery. "Oh look, The Simpsons is still a thing! And Freddy Kruger! Oooooh, maybe go classic Dracula?"

Luke was busy judging all the famous musician costumes, lamenting that it seemed to centre on Bowie, Freddie, and Elvis. "Look, I like all three, but where's the Billie Joe? The Jimmy Page? The Cobain?"

"Why are you two even looking for costumes?" Alex asked, though he did linger on the sparkly Starman era Bowie costume.

"Because Julie said we could come to the party with her!" Reggie replied, rifling through the racks. Then he held up a Han Solo costume with a reverent gasp. "I'm gonna try this on!" And poofed away.

Luke wandered over and grabbed a Luke Skywalker costume, shrugging. "When in Rome. Alex there's a Chewie one here too if you want!"

"I don't think you'll have much luck getting Julie to be Leia," the drummer replied, "Besides, you know I'm gonna be Boba Fett." Luke then held up the costume for the famous bounty hunter and Alex let his shoulders slump. "Okay."

He went over to the fitting rooms where Reggie was admiring himself in the mirror, making finger guns and turned to the guys. "Is this fitting right?"

"You're a ghost," Alex snarked. "It's not like they'll be able to tell if it doesn't."

"But what if we end up playing at the party?" Reggie asked.

"It looks great babe," Luke remarked, slipping into his own costume, dressing room be damned. Alex rolled his eyes and slipped into Reggie's unoccupied room to try on his ensemble, unable to keep the pleased smile off his face when it fit. They grabbed the accessories and went off to find Julie, who was lined up at the checkout.

"Hey Jules!" Reggie said, bouncing on his toes. "We found our costumes!" He then tried to peer at whatever Julie had in her hands "What are you dressing up as?"

"No peeking!" she hissed, low enough that no one around her could hopefully hear. "And no shoplifting! Gimme your stuff and I'll pay for it out of your share of the last gig fee."

"You're the best Julie!" Luke and Reggie chorused, dumping their finds into her awaiting arms. She and Alex shared an eye roll before he gently handed her his costume and went off to ensure the boys didn't start yet another lightsaber fight.

The day of the party, the guys were ready to go, and looking mighty fine, if they did say so themselves. Even if no one but Julie would be able to appreciate it unless they got asked to play. Which Julie did tell them would probably happen. But not if they were late, which they were in danger of being since Julie was still upstairs getting ready.

"Should I go up and check on her?" Luke asked, twirling his lightsaber around.

"Only if you want her to hit you with that," Alex replied.

"Ahem, are we ready to go?"

The boys turned, and Reggie's jaw hit the floor. Because Julie was there in a gorgeous white dress, her hair in an intricate braid, and a chunky looking necklace around her neck, looking just like Leia at the end of A New Hope.

"Oh my gosh, Julie!" he exclaimed. "I love you!"

Julie giggled, coming close to straighten out his vest, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. "I know."

Luke and Alex shared a grin at Reggie's blushing cheeks, his dopey smile, and Julie's equally besotted look. Who cared if they were late to the party if those two were finally going to get their heads out of their asses and figure things out?

The party was a hit, and everyone loved their set, plus their group costumes. And if afterwards, Julie dragged Reggie away to compliment him on how good he looked before granting him a sweet and passionate goodnight kiss? Well that just made the evening all the better.

And he was totally keeping the costume for next year, as Julie had whispered a promise to learn how to do the cinnamon roll buns by then. Well Reggie had swept her into another kiss for that, every bit of love he had for this girl being pushed into it.

Julie finally broke the kiss, flushed and pleased, grinning from ear to ear. Entering the house, and looking behind her just before closing the door. "Love you Reggie."

Reggie couldn't help but beam, blowing her one last kiss. "Oh Julie, I know."

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

[oh-austin]

a fun lil' elvis tag ! thanks to the lovely @dre6ming who tagged me!

when and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? when I was a kid my grandad used to show me all this old music, but he used to sing hound dog to me lots!

And what was your first impression? I honestly just thought that it was funny, my grandad singing it, but I really did love elvis' music once he showed me the actual recordings

Lace shirts or jumpsuits? lace shirts, biiiig whore for those

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin's outfits, what's it going to be? I honestly just want the pink scarf, like hand it over sir

C'mon, we know you've been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what's your favorite random Elvis quote? I love the soundbite in the live heartbreak hotel second stand-up show, where he's laughing at himself for missing his cue to come in. "we're gonna have to do it again, I missed it that time. *laughs*, ready when you are [to the band, still laughing]". its very endearing, definitely listen to it!

Did you find Austin Butler's lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now) I always find them distracting actually, bold of you to assume I don't

What's an aspect of Elvis' character you wish more people appreciated? his genuine love for his family

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you're a coward who doesn't care about an abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract D. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare "Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit" E. you waste no time with formalities, it's a letter opener to the jugular for that piece of trash

E, treat people with kindness xo

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie? I love the scene where he's been taken away after the 'trouble' performance and he's got his head resting against the headrest of the car, soo good

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be? burning love, converted my boyfriend with that song- he's constantly jamming to it unapologetically

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya) three, four at MAX- but I feel like two is ideal with his lifestyle

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland? graceland, im a domestic woman- lemme in

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you... 50s......... I love the lace

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching) aliens in the attic in like 2009 <3 although I liked tom better than jake, sorry austin

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950's prospective wife material that he's already sampled, a 1960's filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair? prospective wife, literally would clean up after this man- whore for domestic life

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he's practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

A- definitely not, that man has california running through his veins

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?...or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard? fluff, I want it all day every day- my weakness is dad!austin fluff

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don't understand this question move right along) I hate bjs with everything in me, so I have to be feeling extra slutty to even CONSIDER THEM........ but I would swallow

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration I mean.. I hope? but probably not at first, I'd try to win her over though

Which of Elvis' cars is your favorite? look I don't know anything about cars, so sorry. but the one he's driving with priscilla in the little home video scene

What are your odds for besting this man at karate? definitely not, but I would try to give him a run for his money

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be? love your music boo, thats it

What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis? I love the beach, its my favourite place to go any time of the year- so I'd take Austin down to my local and make him jump off the steps of the jetty with me

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it? honestly idek, so sorry

What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs? blue suede shoes, suspicious minds, viva las vegas (its my guilty pleasure song)

If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be? seeing his mumma pass, so so sad- feel like she would've been able to steer him in the right direction if she was still with him

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves? look I love harry, but I don't know if I would say he 'scratched' the itch if that makes sense- but he's definitely a close second

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

E again! I literally have no soul when watching films in the cinema, I was also working when I saw it so I couldn't or my client would've been like celeste wtf

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I won’t tag anyone, but anyone who wants to participate can <3

#tags!

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Elvis & Austin!Elvis Ask Game

I was tagged by the beautiful @lindszeppelin to participate in this super fun ask game! Yay! It’s taken me a hot minute to get this post out because I haven't been super active on Tumblr as of late and for that, I’m dearly sorry. 

These questions were originally coined by @aconflagrationofmyown​ and here is the original post for anyone that wants to try it :)

When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? 

I can’t say there’s a definite moment where I was exposed to him. I had always known of him, but only the gravely misconstrued version. I knew that he wore sparkly flared jumpsuits, that a bunch of people impersonate him to this day, and that he sang Can’t Help Falling in Love. Honestly, I didn't know him at all, not like I do now, at least 

And what was your first impression? 

I didn't have much of an impression. I gleamed off of the impersonators saying “thank you, thank you very much” and thought it was sort of silly. I didn't understand the outfits or sideburns at all lol. 

Lace shirts or jumpsuits? 

NOW LISTEN... that is a difficult question to answer because the lace shirt and the jumpsuit are two completely different eras of EP. I have to say the lace shirt because every picture that comes to my mind is of him when he was young, smiley, and unrefined. I associate it with super happy EP so I choose that, but don't mistake me, y'all. I love me some jumpsuit Elvis. 

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, whats it going to be? 

Dude.... I don't even know. Okay, off the top of my head I thought of the all black attire Austin!Elvis wore during the Trouble performance. I feel like I could definitely rock that outfit with the red tie and some dark, smoky makeup. If we are going all out though, I wouldn’t mind wearing the iconic double leather of the 68 comeback special. 

C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

This whole moment right here. First time I heard it, I laughed so hard that there were tears coming from my eyes. It’s the silliest joke, but I love it with all my heart. Plus, I think that EP’s answer was a really smart way to deflect the question (whether or not that was his intention)

Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)  

Yes, absolutely his lips are distracting. I don’t consciously watch them but some scenes you can’t help but admire the beauty that is Austin Butler. He’s a handsome man, indeed. 

What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

The serious side of Elvis. I think that he is misconstrued as being a flamboyant sex symbol (which in many cases he was) that his actual personality gets lost in translation. I’ve read that he was reserved and loved having deep, intellectual conversations with others. Not to mention I have seen people report the well hidden loneliness that permeated him often. I think it’s sometimes forgotten that he’s human like the rest of us... and that saddens me. Also, his extremely giving heart for charity. 

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?:  A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash

These answers are hilarious! I would choose C. I’d try to use my 5 years of therapy to explain to EP that he’s being manipulated by a narcissist and that his golden, giving heart needs to be rid of parasitic relationships. 

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

Other than the whole movie? Lols. I love a lot of scenes. The beginning where they show young Elvis’s spiritual awakening through the tent revival is my favorite. That scene is referenced throughout the movie, like it grounds EP to go back to his roots. The concept of flyin’ away is this beautifully heartbreaking dream and I both connect to and sympathize with. Plus, I’m a Christian so seeing little Elvis experience the Holy Spirit always gives me chills. 

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

This is really difficult to answer because I feel like EP is misrepresented so much. I’d probably start with his music, ask what the person likes and play something of his along those lines. Then, I'd show some concert clips of him being silly and human. 

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

I’m willing to give two or three. I have medical issues that limit me from popping out a ton of little humans so that’s my limit lols. 

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

I’m a wicked introvert so probably Graceland. I love tranquil time alone spent reading and cuddling. I'd love to just talk to him, or sit in silence while holding one another. (I'm so sappy omg). For fun though? Club Handy. I’d love to have a dirty dancing moment there. 

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

All eras are peak Elvis era, let’s be real. But I have a mad crush on 60s Elvis. The early 60s all the way to the 68 comeback special and to 1970 is just... a lot to wrap my mind around. 

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

I wasn’t a fan, more of an admirer. I thought he was really cute in Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure and probably had a crush before that from his Disney appearances.  

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

I don't want to be anybody’s fling or affair, even the famed Elvis Presley himself. At the same time, I don’t want to be someone he’s merely sampled. However, if we are totally flinging my standards out the window, filmset fling because I feel it’d last longer than a Vegas affair.

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South  

Now listen, as a southerner I deeply approve of the respectful way that Austin portrayed the nuances of a southern accent. He’s welcome anytime to my part of the south!!  

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

I gravitate toward plain fluff and angsty fluff. 

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)

If he wifed me up, swallow. I will not elaborate. 

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration

I sure hope she would! I know she and EP had a close bond so I think I'd be more concerned with not wanting her to feel like I’m taking her son away from her. I’d try to find a balance between respect, boundaries, and love/care. I’d definitely bake her some really good food and sweets.  

Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

I’m not well versed with his car collection so I’m afraid the default answer would be the pink Cadillac. However, as I’m scoping out pictures, I really like the Continental Mark II and the Stutz Blackhawk III (that one is so sexy omg).

What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

None. I don’t know any martial arts. That man would chop me in half in zero seconds flat (and he’s welcome to).

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

I’d tell him that what he did, has done, and will do will last for generations. It’s impactful, he is impactful. I’d also tell him he’s not alone in his loneliness and that I’m sorry for all the loss he’s been through.

What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

Reading!! I’d love to curl up next to him and read a book together. Or, to have EP read to me as I nurse a tea and close my eyes to listen to his voice (bye I’m going to make this a fic)

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

“There’s a lotta people sayin’ a lot of things, but in the end you gotta listen to yourself.”

What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

STOP!! I cannot choose in good conscience because I haven’t heard an Elvis song I don’t love, granted I’m fairly new to being a fan of his. I’ll list the top three that I’ve been listening to lately:

It Feels So Right, Memories, and Baby What You Want Me To Do.

If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

I’m gonna join the bandwagon of everyone else here and say the death of Gladys. I think he would’ve been less burdened and emotionally damaged.

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

No one can fill his shoes. He’s so unique and unlike anyone else. However, I am a fan of many kpop groups and when I see my favs in concert, I felt the same thrill that I felt when watching Elvis 2022 and real life Elvis content.

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

I’m a mix of C nd E. I was so shocked and dazed from the movie that I couldn’t really process anything. I felt a heaviness in my heart from that ending for the following 3 days and couldn’t think of anything else, still can’t and it’s been like over a month. I’m in this for life #inachokeholdforelvis

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Literally he looks gorgeous 25/8 so I can’t really chose just one, but this Elvis has been living rent free in my mind ever since I saw it at the end of the movie. When I tell you my stomach sank to my toes!1!1!1!1

And with that, I tag these lovely people (ignore this I’d you’ve already been tagged or don’t wanna do it!) - @bcofl0ve @eliseinmemphis @powerofelvis @ash-omalley @dulcelibra @dawnmay @heartbrake-hotel @kawaiixriot @kaitaesupremacy @literally-just-elvis-fics @groovybabydoll

#about me #ask game #elvis 2022

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Elvis Ask Tag

I know multiple people tagged me to do this, and I want to say thank you so much! I appreciate y’all🖤

When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? My family (especially my mom) have always been huge Elvis fans so pretty much since I was born

And what was your first impression? Annoyed😅 Some days all my mom would play was Elvis and I’d be like god can we listen to something else. To be fair I was in elementary school and was more concerned with like Backstreet Boys. Oddly enough she doesn’t listen to him much anymore

Lace shirts or jumpsuits? Both!

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be? Pink suit from the Trouble scene, it’s iconic and I want to see a drag king’s take on it so bad

C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote? “I’ll be so horny I could die” Beautiful. Moving. Eloquent. 

Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now) Yes, that’s why I mention them in my fics so often!

What’s an aspect of Elvis’s character you wish people appreciated more? I think how religious and also charitable he was, but his faith meant a lot to him, like it was something that gave him hope when he needed it. As someone raised in a religious household I would have loved to pick his brain and talk with him about Christianity and his beliefs

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare "Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit" F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the jugular for that piece of trash: I would go full Andrew Garfield in The Social Network “lawyer up asshole” scene. Prada at the cleaners, fuck you flip flops, the works

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie? The Vegas Rehearsal scene was magical, seeing everything come together for the opening night. Amazing work on Baz’s part!

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be? I would honestly say Elvis (2022)

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here) None because he was apparently weird about having sex with women who’d given birth? Not setting myself up for that but also this is why we need accessible and comprehensive sex ed

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland? Graceland would be so fun🖤

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you… Comeback Era to when he did (what he assumed would be) his first Vegas residency, he was on top of the world then

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching) Since the movie came out. Before then I only knew him as Vanessa’s boyfriend, sorry Austin

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair? Vegas torrid backstage affair if I have to choose from the provided options, but I really would have liked to be there for him, even as a friend, toward the end of the career and try to seriously get him help and make him know he wasn’t alone and he mattered

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South: He’s a Cali boy and there’s nothing wrong with that

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard? Y’all already know how I deal🫠

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along) Swallow but shotgun once in a while to keep him on his toes🤭

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration. I think we’d clash at first, and have a mutual tolerance for each other at best. I’m not the type to baby people so I think she’d take the most issue with that in regards to if I were in a long-term relationship with Elvis lol

Which of Elvis’s cars is your favorite? Pink Cadillac of course!

What are your odds of beating him at karate? Absolutely none

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be? That his career was lasting and meaningful, and so many people still love and are impacted by him to this day. Also to hire a good lawyer and a forensic accountant

What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis? Travel! It seems like he went to so many places, but was so overworked he never got to be a tourist anywhere which is a shame

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it? Any time one of Elvis’ songs comes on inevitably one of my friends goes “he’s hwhite!?” because of that absolutely insane scene at the very beginning of the movie so probably that

What are your top three go-to Elvis songs? Angel, Surrender, It’s Now or Never

If you could spare him one tragedy, what would it be? His mother’s death, I think that really opened him up to being taken advantage of in his career because it seemed like she was the only one willing to be blunt with him who he’d actually listen to

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves? Bruce Springsteen! He’s cited Elvis as a huge influence on his own music which you can definitely hear, and I mean his stage presence is incredible (especially all the moments with Clarence Clemmons🥲 I wish Elvis had someone the way Bruce had Clarence, ya know?) There’s a reason his concerts are still selling out stadiums all over the world. Also during the Born to Run tour in 1975, Bruce and Stevie Van Zandt got drunk as hell in Memphis and hopped the fence at Graceland because they saw the lights on and thought Elvis was home so they could meet him…he wasn’t.

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play: A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet: B obviously!

I tag @munano-theprophet @mpmarypoppins @positivitylane112 @holy-minseok @emmymaehereeeeee @ninebluehearts @crash-and-cure and whoever else wants to do this!

#battie signals

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Elvis and Austin!Elvis Ask game:

Thank you for the tag, @thatonemoviefan

•When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? Elvis is one of those core pieces of popular culture and I do not remember a time when I didn’t know of him? Nor do I remember when I first was exposed to him. That being said, I didn’t really get into Elvis as a fan myself until I saw the Baz Lurhman film on July 23, 2022.

•And what was your first impression? I have missed out on so much…

•Lace shirts or jumpsuits? This is so hard! I love them both but I am slightly more into 50s Elvis so I guess lace shirts is the answer.

•You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be? The football outfit! Looks legit comfortable and useful hahaha.

•C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote? Preacher Elvis from @elvisabutler ’s asks!!! “It ain’t in the bible, but it’s true.”

•Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now) Absolutely but like…in a good way?!

•What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated? How giving he was to those he cared about. Like he’s famous for his excess and gaudy decorating style, but no one talks about all those he helped and supported…

•You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?:

A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men

B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off

C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract

D. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit”

E. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the jugular for that piece of trash

This is really tough…but I don’t condone murder, so definitely D, the lawsuit

•What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie? Torn between the Hayride scene – the move does such a good job of translating his radical sex appeal to a modern audience; and the Trouble scene – the movie does such a good job of turning me on HA!. Special mention of the creative transitions between scenes, those really made me happy too.

•You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be? I’m totally stealing @thatonemoviefan’s answer here – Elvis (2022)

•How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya) Kids are not in the cards for me, biologically speaking, but I would delight in trying endlessly

•Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?  Graceland! It looks so beautiful, I love the countryside

•What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you… 50s, ground-breaking, controversial

•How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching) So I was definitely attracted to his character in Switched at Birth but never got into him as an actor until I first saw the Elvis trailer at some point in June. Then spent a month canvassing friends and family until someone agreed to see it with me.

•What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair? Definitely 50s for this one, I’m pretty happy to be at home and cook

•Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options:

A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks.

B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

IF I were to speak for the South I think it’s B? That accent just…suits him so well [But I think being a Canadian disqualifies me from answering this question]

•Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard? Considering I can’t write anything without it ending in smut, definitely smut

•Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along) swallow *blushes like a slut*

•Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration One look at me and she would sense my unholy thoughts…I also blaspheme A LOT….so no, she would not

•Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite? Triumph Bonneville motorcycle

•What are your odds for besting this man at karate? I’d be happy to have him pin me so let’s say zero

•If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be? Your impact on the world has been huge and everlasting

•What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis? Listening to music. Could you imagine his perspective on it?!

•What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

“Whatchu lookin’ at back there (back there, back there, back there)?”

•What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

Polk Salad Annie

That’s Alright Mama

Trouble

•If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be? Doctor Nic’s poison

•Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?  Not really modern, but I started listening to Paul Simon’s Essential album in rotation with Elvis music/the Elvis Soundtrack. It wall goes together so well.

•How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

B! B! B!!! I went to my birthday party right after and had to pretend I was SO normal about the movie when I most certainly WAS NOT.

•If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all

@karamelcoveredolicity's masterpiece here...I wrote a whole sex scene about it hahaha

I Tag: @eliseinmemphis, @dre6ming

#Elvis Ask Game #austin!elvis ask game #austin butler #elvis prese #blurredcolour

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What gave you the idea to create the ECU?

(Prepare for a long post lol.)

So my first main project was the Love Me Tender review. I have seen a bunch of reviews but I wanted more of a Nostalgic Critic angle where they talk about the plot and character dynamic. To me the problem is that Elvis reviews are either "I like it", "it's mid" or "it's awful".

To me it's important to explain why things are like that. I know a lot of reviews want to avoid spoiling things, but to me I'm one of those people that need to know what a movie's like before I watch it.

With ECU movies, they've been around for decades at this point. I want to make this as a series, new fans can use when trying to find the best order to watch. Completionists would want to watch them all, while some fans just want to watch his best ones (whether it's because of the character, the writing, the songs, or all of the above.)

As for writing fanfiction, I always had an interest in reading stories about characters in situations outside of the story. There was like no content that I could easily find relating to the ECU that wasn't smut related (which even then was only a handful of stories). With some ECU characters, they have enough of a personality and background to them that you can create a ton of headcanons.

Last year a website called beta.character.ai was discovered by one of the discord besties. This to me was a great tool as now I have a way to not only make ECU characters but also use it as a way to fully understand their character. The ai tool isn't always accurate so if it gives you something that doesn't feel in character, you will know lol.

The ECU High series stemmed from the besties discord where about 2 months ago I was like "if these characters were in high school what would that look like?" Some characters aren't even from an era with cars, some characters would get along really well while others would outright hate each other.

The bio cards and power rankings actually stemmed from the same idea I had back in June. I was inspired by this blog that made this card for Walter Gulick. Additionally last year the besties discord had a discussion on what era of Elvis would win in a fight.

Since some of the info isn't outright said in the movie or any other source, I decided these 2 projects should be separate. The power rankings are mostly headcanon, using evidence from the film to justify the rank. The bio cards are mostly canon, with the headcanon being an extra little tidbit that describes their character.

I appreciate reading this far anon! Thanks for asking!

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