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FICS

DOMESTIC.

“austin prefers the domestic things in life.”

NOSTALGIA.

“netflix has put zoey 101 on netflix but you wanna watch season 4.”

MOVIES.

“austin wants tag along with you to see elvis but you’re afraid someone’ll notice him. he’s relentless anyways.”

FIRST KISS.

“the fireworks are pretty, but austin is prettier.”

BIRTHDAY BOY. (happy birthday austin!)

“it’s your man’s birthday so you have to celebrate.”

ANON REQUEST

PANNA COTTA.

WINDOW.

TOAD.

ELVIS’ FEELINGS.

MULTIPLICATION.

BEALE STREET.

NEWSPAPER.

FEELING DOWN.

DRABBLES

HIMBO!AUSTIN THOUGHTS

CHRISTMAS WITH THE PRESLEY’S

SERIES

LET’S PLAY HOUSE. 2 3 4

“elvis wants to play house with you, if you know what he means.”

LET’S PLAY HOUSE UNIVERSE.

“follow our favorite couple through their journey of love.”

TROUBLE. (series coming soon)

“in which an unlikely relationship between two opposite people sparks.”

PHOTOS/MISCELLANEOUS

BAZ LUHRMAN

it had been about a week since you had last seen elvis.

not being able to keep in contact with him kinda hurt but you knew that because of his career and all that, it would be hard. especially since you both left off on a rather steamy note.

elvis pressed his lips to yours as soon as you nodded your head to his request. he wasted no time placing his hands on your hips and gripping them lightly. he wanted to breathe you in so badly.

his tongue licked your bottom lip and you allowed him to slip his tongue in your mouth to mesh with yours. you didn’t know how you were managing to keep quiet because elvis was making you want to scream.

elvis pulled away, “gotdamn, you sure know how to kiss.”

“me? el, you literally took my breath away.” your hands rubbed his cheeks and pecked his lips, knowing that if you went in deeper, you wouldn’t come out. “i promised my momma i’d let you leave at a reasonable time so as much as i don’t want you to leave, you gotta go, baby.”

“man, my own love kicking me out. see, if we lived together in our own place, i’d stay in your arms as long as i wanted.”

“my own love.” was the thing that stuck with you the most.

you and elvis were never together like a couple but you definitely did things that couples did, especially when you were younger. the kiss that you and elvis shared as older adults made you wonder where you really stood with him.

you figured you probably shouldn’t dwell on it too much because you didn’t want to get the very wrong impression, even if you felt deep down that he liked you.

regardless, you moved on with your life and helped your mom with mending some clothes, a little side thing you did with her to make a little bit of money. she had asked you a few times about elvis but you hadn’t known much other than what you’d see on TV.

he looked like he was enjoying his life and you were happy for him.

the next week you found yourself back in the four walls of club handy, this time with a date who you actually enjoyed the presence of. terese was dancing on the floor to the new artist, little richard, who was making the whole building jump and jive.

“you wanna dance a little, y/n?” your date had asked you. “i can tell you like the music.”

“uh, yeah. i’m just not sure i can keep up with the music.”

“let’s just try,” he grabbed your hand. “c’mon.”

you allowed him to dance with you to the sound of little richard scatting. you actually did want to dance so badly, but with elvis. he was the only one who could actually keep up with you and the only person you really wanted to dance intimately with.

your date was a good dancer but he was no elvis.

while the music was still going and you were still dancing, you saw a crowd gather by the entrance of the club and a few regular-looking bodyguards making sure everyone was out of the way. you heard people shout out the one person's name who's been on your mind constantly and shook your head in laughter.

b.b. king made his way down to the mess of the dance floor and maneuvered his way through to get to elvis, finally freeing his from the mass of people and into a corner table.

elvis hadn’t seen you yet but you know terese saw him and made her way towards you and your date. “there he is, y/n.”

you rolled your eyes. “so? terese, i have a date tonight.”

“uh, huh. and you and elvis have some things to talk about, no?” now you wondered if telling terese about how you kissed elvis was a good idea. she usually just heard things and ran with them. you wouldn’t even be surprised if she told half the town by now.

you shot an apologetic smile towards your date and grabbed terese’s hand and led her to an empty table. “listen, you can’t say that stuff when i’m around a date! it’s so disrespectful.”

“so, it’s not like you even like him. you started eyeing elvis all the way up when he walked in.”

“that’s not even true, terese, you know that.”

“shoot, might as well be.” she saw you roll your eyes and giggled. “girl, at least talk to him. it’s not really far he left you hanging like that.”

“we ended on a mutual note, he didn’t leave me high and dry.”

“but i know you saw him on the tv. just admit you’re a little mad he left and didn’t bother calling.”

terese did have a point, even if she formulated it all by herself. elvis could’ve called or sent a letter in his between time. you just figured he would when he got the chance.

“ok, i’ll talk to him later.” you sighed standing up. you looked in the direction of elvis’ table and already saw him standing as well, making direct eye contact with you. “or now.”

he smiled a little when he looked at you, quickly trying to find his way through the heavy mass of people dancing to the singer on stage, a new kid sister rosetta thornton found. terese instantly snapped her eyes on him and left you to be swept off your feet again.

when he finally reached you, you didn't look up at him, you stared straight into his chest. "my eyes are up here, little lady."

you set your eyes up to meet his, “hello. nice to see you again.” you bit your lip shyly as if you hadn’t known elvis practically your entire life.

“hello to you too. how have you been, it’s been a while since we’ve talked."

"it has. i've been good, going to work and minding my own. how about you?"

he smirks a little at your response, thinking you were trying to take a jab at him even though you really didn't mean to. "you know, doin' a little singin' here, goin' on a few television shows. nothin' real special."

"hm, that's good for you. i'm glad you're happily doin' what you love." you nodded as the vibe of the music started to shift into something more slow. you saw couples all around attach themselves to each other and sway their bodies to the music.

you also saw your supposed date grab the hand of another girl and lead her to the dance floor. i mean, you can’t blame him. even if though he was a really nice boy, you and him probably weren’t going anywhere after tonight so you’re kind of glad he took matters into his own hands.

“well,” elvis somehow got closer to you and you hadn’t even notice. “seems like your date ditched ya.”

“that’s hardly what i’d call it.” you retorted.

elvis let out a sexy, breathy chuckle, “yeah, alright, love. however, i’m just itchin’ to get on the dance floor, care to going me?” he holds out a soft hand and you look at it. this could be dangerous.

but do you really care? no.

and that’s how you found yourself in elvis’ warm embrace, swaying back and forth to the very soft music floating through the air of the club. both of you said nothing, just basked in the moment because you knew it was going to be gone in a flash.

you wouldn’t know the next time you’d see elvis and he doesn’t know the next time he was going to be able to break away from his schedule to even think about calling you up. elvis tried not to think about it so much and rather just think about how he will be able to have you living in the same house with him, sleeping under the same sheets, and having his kids even.

but sadly, just as the music and the thoughts started - it all ended and you pulled away all too quickly.

“that was nice.” you muttered, looking around at the people kissing their partners and wondered if anyone had seen you and elvis. you doubted it since everyone was so into their partners but couldn’t help but wonder.

“it was, thank you for giving me that dance, doll.” he leaned into to you give you a kiss on your forehead before he glanced at the clock flashing 11:48 on it. elvis internally sighed, “and as much as i really hate to do this, i’ve got to go.”

you nodded your head, you couldn’t even look up at him, “that’s fine, you’re busy and you need good sleep. it’s alright.” you turned around to go and look for terese but elvis stopped you.

“but, i promise to call you, i’m serious.”

“elvis, i’m not going to be mad if you can’t call. i understand how busy you get and you can forget about some things. it’s alright.”

“no, i’m making a promise. a promise i want you to hold me to it.” he looked directly into your eyes and held your waist in a gentle but firm. for some reason, his blue eyes compelled you to agree. so you nodded your head and he planted a sweet kiss to your lips and vanished.

he was going to be the death of you, you were sure of it.

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