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Hi :)

would you be willing to share your insights to the synastry of Jeremy and Ayo? Just curious!!

yes, i will!

sorry this took so long, i wanted to wait until after the emmy's and i'm glad i did. lol.

i don't know these people and you (probably) don't either this is all what the cosmos say + personal observation.

so i'm not an astrologer, by any stretch. but i've been studying it for a few years, have run several dozen personal natal charts and compatibility synastry natal charts simply out of my own curiosity during that time to learn more about the practice, pattern recognition, etc.

while time of birth helps with accuracy. you can learn alot just by birth dates and locations of birth.

just off running those things in synastry, they had 14 positive, compatible and "easy" or easeful placement markers. which is quite high.

the highest amount of those markers i've seen is 18. the average is typically 6-10.

neither of their times of birth are online but ayo recently revealed that her big 3 is libra (air), aquarius (air) and sagittarius (fire). while his is aquarius(air), aries(fire) and his third isn't publicly known (though some think it's gemini(air)).

having her sag rising tells me where jeremy's specific placements fall in her houses. houses are like personal themes: work, passions, travel, spouses, relationships, setbacks, etc. planets are like characteristics or life themes: communication, art, beauty, limitation, structure, intuition, etc.

to start... he's an aquarius sun and she's an aquarius moon. this automatically gives them compatibility because the sun represents your framework as a person, while your moon represents your emotions and how you feel about yourself, the world, etc.

he understands her emotional landscape, she understands his personal framework.

they're both air signs but she's more air than he is. he has more fire and water in his chart.

in an interview for the golden globes last year she talked about how jeremy taught her how to be still. which is interesting because air signs are very heady, intellectual, busy and sometimes flighty people.

their other positive synastry placements are trines (same elements) of her sun and his mars, her venus and his sun, her pluto and his venus, their mercuries, her mercury and his mars, her venus and his mercury, their jupiters, her saturn and his pluto, etc, as well as sextiles (aspected 60 degrees apart) of her sun and his jupiter, her uranus and his venus, her neptune and his venus, her mars and his neptune, her saturn and his neptune, and her pluto and his saturn.

those are just the placements of the elements/planets that are very cohesive, complimentary, magnetic or agreeable that it shows.

for a deeper explanation, that first placement means: her sun (self expression, assertion, will) aspects his mars (energy, impulse, aggression) in a way that is positive, soothing, affirming and motivating.

i won't do every single placement because then this would be a billion words but you get the idea.

what i find most fascinating is their most difficult or challenging placement being her saturn (containment, structure, and limitation) and his venus (harmony, love, beauty, and art). both in pisces (water).

that's challenging because saturn makes you work for everything and teaches you a bunch of lessons along the way. but in the end, if you master the limits and structure, you are rewarded. while venus is loving and giving and indulgent and gorgeous from beginning to end.

venus also rules partnerships. romantic and otherwise.

to add to that, ayo has a bunch of libra placements and libra is ruled by venus. this absolutely tracks because ayo is incredibly venuian which can be attributed to how glamorous and alluring and charming and charismatic she is.

i actually knew she was venuian before i even ran her chart because it just pours off of her.

anyways... that particular placement caught my eye because jeremy's falls in ayo's fourth house of home, family and unconscious past. while jeremy's aries moon (his emotions) fall in her fifth house of social life, creativity, pleasure and dating.

so them literally calling each other family and working on a creative project about such things that is highly emotional, while being tied to partnerships and art, is quite literally written in their chart synastry.

that's all i'm going to say about their natal charts for now...

the rest of what i'm going to comment on is just what i've seen over the past week in regards to their dynamic.

i really do think, it is mostly a tightknit, platonic, encouraging and loving, working friendship and closeness that they share.

and the only reason i say mostly is because outside of the general appreciation and glee and pride and happiness in their interactions amongst these celebrations...

there are these moments that lead to the renaissance painting picture at the golden globes and the giggling tactile shuffle at last night's emmys where i observe them sort of so easily trickling into and immediately out of their own little worlds and i'm like... hmm.

it really wouldn't surprise me if one or both of them has ever had a crush on the other. i'm not saying anything has ever happened or they have even acknowledged it. because who's to say?? and it's obviously nobodies business but just witnessing this past week on top of all i've already seen in their charts... idk.

i saw someone pondering on whether their legitimately very close friendship is the reason they were both so anti-sydcarmy becoming romantic in the past which hmm, again idk.

what i will say is that the way ayo responds to any suggestive context or implication regarding jeremy is VASTLY different than she is or has been with other costars and friends in the industry.

like i said this girl is heavily venuian so she's going to flirt and charm and compliment others in a loving, overt way all the time. look at any of her interactions with rachel sennott, havana rose liu, natasha leone, ramy youssef, just to name a few off the top of my head.

the constant calvin klein stuff was incredibly over referenced and obnoxious after awhile but to think that reporters aren't gonna bring it up at all, especially after it had just gone viral two days prior is a stretch.

maybe as a little mention at the end of the interview is understandable. but blowing up the photos poster board size was, i agree, pretty ridiculous.

i love how she protected him from the overly specific body issue questions during one interview but i feel like the way she physically recoiled during another interview's mention of it felt like an overcorrection or even a tiny, in real time self boundary setting.

not for the interviewer but for herself.

because if it was a sexy campaign with any of the other people i just mentioned, i feel like she woulda been the first person to say they looked so good or they worked so hard or to praise them or whatever.

so it is fascinating to me that it's so different with what she's willing to be on record saying about jeremy.

like girl, i saw rami fake kiss you, natasha actually kiss you and you and havana and rachel flirted intermittently during bottoms press (which was v cute!)

so again the obvious difference makes me tilt my head a little bit.

also i don't recall ebon or lionel or matty or anybody else we've seen her around this past week have their hands on her waist so relentlessly. and i don't recall a smidge of abby or liza's foundation on jeremy's white jacket!

but what do i know?!?!!?

#sydcarmy #i'm not even gonna tag them #maybe i'll learn brevity in another life

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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halley's comet. ୭۰ ׅ ∗ ࣪ ˖

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pairings : elvis presley x female reader.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ true, true. ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ but-. ”

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

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

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

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

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

elvis had other plans.

he called you one night.

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

“ my girl. ”

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

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

he laughed. “ hello, candy. ”

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

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

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

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

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

“ watch it. i already have a boy. ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

' the rebel and the girl next door. '

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

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

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

you broke up with your older boyfriend the next day.

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

she would smile and nod now.

then, not so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ she looked beautiful. ” priscilla murmured.

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

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

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

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

you were twenty two, he was twenty seven.

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

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

oblivious to the fiery look elvis presley sent your way.

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

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

“ candy? ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

elvis shrugged. “ filming, y'know. ”

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

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

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

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

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

️️ ️️️️️️️️he snapped his fingers. “ gene! how is he? ”

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

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

he could've died happily right there and then.

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

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

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

that was the first fight she ever had with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

elvis allowed himself to cry harder.

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

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

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

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

“ who is the real elvis presley? ”

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

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

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

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

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

he would always choose her. ”

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

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

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

'destiny brings lovers together!'

'success, it always comes with a girl.'

'ICONS TOGETHER AGAIN.'

you were twenty nine and he was thirty four.

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

jerry would later on write on his book:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

maisie would later see those home tapes.

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

one thing maisie could remember about you is your smile.

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

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

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

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

you would always smile. maisie never saw you sad.

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

elvis reassured you that it would be only a performance.

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

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

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

“ baby-. ”

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

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

you didn't answer.

“ baby. ”

you still didn't answer. elvis sighed.

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

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

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

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

“ YOU ARE! ”

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

silence engulfs the moment.

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

elvis turns to a side, shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ b-baby? ” he whispered.

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

elvis immediately woke up. “ what. ”

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

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

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

elvis' heart broke at the sight.

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

“ what? ” you softly asked.

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

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

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

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

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

why is his light leaving him?

“ please, please, please. ”

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

he sobbed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'y/n's dead.'

you were thirty four.

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

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

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

but God denied it. ”

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

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

why are you not beside him?

why can't you just come back?

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

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elvis was never the same after that.

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

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

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

“ daddy. ”

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

“ yes, peanut? ” elvis softly asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

perhaps everything just crashed in him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you are resting now. and so is elvis.

#OKAY CORNY WHAT THE FUC-#in my defense i wanted to do this type of fics for a loonnngggg time now #if it flops idc i love this so y'all can just move on #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis x you

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