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Daily Struggles (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

So, I don’t remember how this came to mind... but it turned out really nice. I do imagine this with 60s Elvis, and I do think I mention it within the fic as well. You can imagine this with 50s Elvis as well. 70s Elvis... I don’t think he would fit that will within this one. 

Anyways, this is for my people who have daily struggles, hence the name. I know a lot of people are going through rough times... these struggles may not appoint to you exactly, but it gives you a nice idea about how a comfort character would be around such things. 

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Pairing: Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of mental and physical disabilities, swearing, spelling and grammatical errors

Word Count: 1.5k

In life, you held a lot of struggles that you had to deal with daily. While the list can go on and on, and could even create a... novel of its own, you learned to live with it. Generally, it wasn't so bad... but you had some rough days once in a while.

You sighed as you closed the front door for the hundredth time today. You weren't sure why Elvis always invited his friends and family over when he didn't even go out to socialize. They were loud and rowdy. Hyperacusis was one of those struggles that you dealt with on a daily. 

Hyperacusis is a disorder in loudness perception. So, to make it more understandable... certain sounds can sound louder and will cause an intense pain to your eardrums. So, banging pots and pans together... it's already pretty loud right? Times that by a lot more... That's what you deal with. 

Voices were... they can be hit or miss. When a lot of people are talking all at once... that was bad. If people were yelling, and yelling at each other well. That was even worse. Now, it wasn't as bad as it was when Elvis was in his early twenties. He still often times had friends and family over when he wasn't busy filming.

You've known Elvis for quite some time, and the two of you didn't get together until he returned from the army. It has been a few years now, and you honestly couldn't be happier. He made you insanely happy and helped you with your many struggles.

"Elvis, why invite them if you aren't gonna talk to them?" You asked him as you moved over to the livening room. Elvis looked up from his guitar and his blue eyes found your own.

"I just like them being here, ya know? It's like when we sit in silence but it's enjoyable because we're together." Elvis explained. You let out a hummed and sat next to him. You wrapped your arm around his waist and pressed your lips against his cheek.

"I get what you mean, but they can get loud." You brought up to him as you ran your fingers through his hair. You combed out the light knots that had formed. 

"I know, honey, 'm sorry." He said gently as he placed his guitar on the coffee table. "I can tell them to leave?"

"No no," you shook your head gently, "it's okay. Just as long as they keep it outside." 

"If they get too much, let me know okay?" Elvis stated while he turned his attention to you. Your lips curled into a smile and you nodded. You rested your head against his shoulders and closed your eyes gently.

"You all right?" He asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you. You nodded slowly and moved so that you were sitting on his lap.

"'m just... having an off day is all. I'm okay though." You explained and looked into his eyes. Elvis searched for any signs of lies and smiled softly.

"'m sorry, darlin'. I hope ya day will get better."

"It is, just wanna be near you." You said softly and rested your head once again n his shoulder. Elvis nodded and rubbed the small of your back. You hummed and closed your eyes.

Elvis had quite a lavish life, and you knew that from when you first met him. Then, when you got together you realized just how much more there was to it. Sure, you got to live in a beautiful house, and get... well... just about everything you wanted. 

There were a few times when you went to watch Elvis play, but due to your hyperacusis, you couldn't go to the much larger ones. He had screaming fans, and they often screamed and pushed just to get a taste of Elvis. That was another reason why you didn't like to go. He did kiss his fans and while it hurt, you knew it meant nothing.

Yet, there will always be that back thought pushed way deep, super deep down, that now day... one day Elvis would cheat... and he would leave you. You thought this way mostly because he is famous. He is traveling quite a bit, and you guys often time spend weeks away from each other. 

Those were the rough days. Of course, you still had his family around, and your friends came around, but you missed Elvis. You missed his talks, his singing, his comforts. Just everything about him. He became such an important part of your daily life, that when he's gone... it sucks. 

"Hey, E.P!" Cousin Billy stormed into the house. He turned his head from side to side before he spotted the pair on the couch. "You got to take us down to the theater. Buy the whole place out!"

"Billy, now don' ya start!" Elvis called back out to him. You let out a light sigh and pulled away. You stood up and picked up a few lost things and returned them back to their space.

"There's a new movie out that everyone is dyin' to see! Come on man!" Billy continued to try and convince Elvis. He shook his head in response and shook his head.

"I've been home for a goddamn day, Billy. I don' want to watch movies. That's all I've been doin'." Elvis pointed out as he reached for his glass of water. One that he poured him only twenty minutes ago. 

"You've been starring in them, not watching them." Billy decided to return. "Don' be a fuckin' smartass." 

"You don't even have to watch the movie! Just pay out the theater! Come on please." Billy just begged and begged. He sounded like a child at this point. All the begging over one movie. Just go to the drive-in. 

"Billy, there ain't no way Elvis is wasting his hard-earned money just for you lot to watch a damn movie. He will not be spending money on things he will not enjoy, so either you accept his response and stay, or leave. Your choice." You spoke up. Your hip was popped to the side, and your hand rested on it. 

"Ya heard her," Elvis waved Billy off, who in return sighed and left the house. You smiled softly and looked at Elvis. 

You were proud of him honestly. You knew he loved to spend his money. He would gift people cars for god's sake. Sure, renting out a theater was way cheaper than buying a car... he shouldn't waste his money if he wasn't going to stay and watch the movie itself. 

"'m proud of ya, darlin'." Elvis stated as he stood up. You felt your face heat up as he walked over to you.

"It was nothing," you shrugged it off. Elvis shook his head and placed his hands on your waist. You let out a soft hum at his touch. 

"You just told off Billy. Ya hardly tell people off." He mentioned. It wasn't like he wasn't right. You did hardly tell people off unless they really deserved it. Billy well... he didn't deserve it just right then and now. 

"I told you I just wanted to spend the day with you. Plus, he was dragging mud in the house." You pointed it out to him. Elvis chuckled lightly and shook his head, still not believing you.

"Mkay, let me go kick 'em out. Then it's just us, yeah?" Elvis suggested. You nodded slowly. You know you disagreed beforehand when he offered, but now you wanted that more than nothing. 

'Yeah," you spoke softly, "I'd like that." Elvis nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He pulled away and walked out of the house. You let out a breath and walked over to the couch.

You sat down and laid down. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. You could go on and on about how many issues you struggled with. Before you and Elvis officially got together, you struggled much more than you did now. You especially didn't like that you were suffering from such issues. 

You felt like you were a burden. There was no way you were just pushed onto this earth just to suffer. Elvis showed you that you were much more than your disabilities. He made you learn to love them, and well... you never did. Why love something that causes you pain? It just makes no sense. 

You got drained at random moments, you teared up at certain moments for no reason. You were overly emotional and felt yourself cry for simple things. Not to mention the noise thing again but-  then there were the tics. Now, you were lucky that you didn't have them so often, but they were still a burden.

You heard the front door open and close and opened your eyes. You turned your body so that you can look towards the entrance, and watched Elvis come over to you. You smiled at him weakly and he made a motion with his hands. You pushed yourself up and watched as he moved behind you. He wrapped his arm around you and kisses the top of your head. 

Maybe at the end of the day... your daily struggles weren't so bad. Especially when you had Elvis around to help you.

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[mooodyblue]

hi I’m in love with your Austin x Elvis fics, and um can I request one where like Elvis is masturbating thinking of Austin, in his room and gets caught by Austin who then overstimulates Elvis by giving him a bj or hj? I’ve read lots of fics on this topic and like I’m just curious how it’s be with Austin or yk? please and thank u🫣♥️

lord have mercy, i hope this is alright LMAO but u know i love these two. thank you for the request !! posting this one on ao3 too

warnings: 18+ mdni masturbation, voyeurism, blowjobs

wc: 1.3k

it’s no question that elvis is hiding his feeling toward austin. hell, austin feels the same way. but it's trying to get elvis to even admit he has any sort of feelings at all for the other man that's the real issue. 

it’s the way elvis blushes when austin accidentally knocks his hand into his when walking by or when he hands him something and his finger grazes against the back of his hand and elvis lets out a shuddered breath and uses a cough to cover it up. austin knows. and honestly, it’s driving both of them insane. 

but he doesn’t want to pressure the guy into revealing his true feelings, it's scary after all. it took some time getting used to the idea of two men being with one another, it was an odd thing for elvis to comprehend. so for elvis to even think of austin in that way scares him, he’s not supposed to have those sort of thoughts, it’s not right. that’s not the way he swings. he loves women. he likes pussy…..right? he can't like both. just because austin goes that way doesn’t mean elvis has to.

so when he comes across some photos of austin in black leather pants, legs sprawled out…..he has to hide himself away in his bedroom before austin could come home and find him deep in his thoughts.

austin is exhausted when he comes home, surprised by the quietness with elvis tucked away in his bedroom. he peeks in the crack of his door at the bottom, the light still on but slightly dimmed, not a single sound coming from inside. he shrugged it off, going to his room to shower and change of the day’s exhaustion and sweat. 

he waits a bit before going to check on elvis again. normally he’d get a text or call saying he was heading to bed but he hadn’t seen or heard from elvis since he left at noon, now it was half past ten and there was no sign of him. 

the door of elvis's bedroom was cracked slightly and austin, being the nosy man he is, he took a peek—pushing the door open slowly and quietly and looking through the crack with one eye. 

good god.

elvis was laying flat on his bed, a magazine on his stomach…..a magazine that austin had done a photoshoot for many months ago…and oh. the small swell in his pajama pants, twitching and swelling up more and more by the minute as elvis ran a hand through his hair. he closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands. “stop it, stop it, stop it.” elvis muttered softly to himself, clearly upset with his body’s reaction to whatever photo of austin was in that magazine. 

austin couldn't look away, he refused. 

elvis uncovered his face, picking up the magazine, and setting it on the bed beside him before inching his hand slowly down his chest, his stomach and then stopping at the swell. his breath shuddered as he gave himself a squeeze, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. the fact his best friend, his male friend made him feel this way….made him feel this excited…it’s humiliating. but god, it feels good. 

he sighed and lifted his hips slightly to bring his pants down, his cock freeing and hitting against his stomach hard and starting to leak. 

austin couldn’t believe his eyes. of course the man had a pretty cock. uncut, pink and glistening from his view. was he a bad person for standing here and watching? probably. but that wasn’t going to stop his body from reacting to the sight. he was already getting hard, unable to look away at his best friends own arousal. 

elvis decided to say fuck it, he was already hard—his cock was aching and in desperate need of attention. what austin won’t know won’t hurt him. his hand gripped at his cock, giving it a few gentle tugs as he sighed contently. 

his eyes shifted to the magazine, flipping it over and looking at the photo of austin that started it all. his hips bucked up as his hand moved faster and faster, his eyes still locked on the photo, thoughts racing with shame and things he wished he could do to austin. no…no, he likes women. not men, not his friend, not austin. he definitely wasn’t thinking about his friend’s plush lips on his cock as he tugged himself faster, hips bucking in the air. he wasn't thinking about his lips red and swollen, how his ears get bright red when he's flustered and the pink tint on his cheeks to add along with it. 

he gasped as he came, stifling back a loud moan not wanting to get caught jerking off to a photo of his best friend. his load shot across his shirt, his stomach…there was so much.

austin’s jaw dropped, the door open more wide as he stood there—his cock straining against his sweats as he stared at elvis as he panted heavily. 

elvis sat up and sighed, locking eyes with austin before he had a chance to get himself more decent. “austin?!” he gasped. “w-what….w-w-when did—” 

“fuck, elvis.” he pushed the door open, taking him all in. 

his eyes shifted to austin’s sweats, gulping nervously as the cum on his body began to dry. “d-did you…did you see—”

austin walked over to the bed, crawling on top of him and gripping elvis’s thighs as he looked into his eyes, nothing but lust feeling his own. “you drive me crazy, presley.” he gripped at his softening cock, getting a surprised yelp from elvis. 

“aus's i-i-i ain’t–”

“what? you're gonna tell me you’re not gay? great, cause i’m not either.” austin growled, pumping elvis’s cock to get him hard again.

“sensitive….” he whimpered. 

elvis began to get hard again, it was almost embarrassing how fast he was getting aroused just by austin’s touch. his hips wouldn’t stop moving, the sensitivity driving him crazy. austin didn't care and pulled his own cock out of his sweats, pumping it as he wrapped his lips around elvis’s own.

“austin!” he breathed out. he twitched in austin’s mouth, his head thrown back as his lips moved up and down his cock. “oh god, oh lord, aus….aus, i-” 

he was so sensitive, he couldn't stop squirming under his touch. austin's lips on his cock while he stroked himself, he was getting so close….

austin moaned around his cock, still pumping himself vigorously as his head bobbed faster and faster—his other hand held elvis down by the hip to get him to stop squirming. “aus….austin, stop…stop ‘m gonna–” he whined. 

the sweet sounds of elvis's whimpers and whines were going straight to austin’s cock. his own release was getting closer by the second.

“austin, ‘m serious. ya…ya…gotta….” his hips bucked up, crying out as tried to push austin’s head away. “g-gonna….!” his head flew back, his back arched as he barely managed to push austin away—shooting half his seed into his mouth and as the rest shot up onto his lips and cheeks. “good lord….” he panted, “austin…” 

austin licked his lips and hovered over elvis, jerking himself right above his face. 

elvis’s eyes widened, “what are you doin’?!”

“open your mouth.” austin panted, his wrist moving quickly. “do it.” 

“are you insane?! i ain’t no—” 

austin groaned and used his other hand to pry elvis’s mouth open, shutting his eyes as he came, shooting into elvis’s mouth with a loud moan. “that’s it….” he grunted out, pumping himself a few more times before looking down at him. he closed elvis's mouth, “swallow.” 

and he did. every single drop. he looked at austin in surprise, speechless. 

“you really liked those leather pants, huh?” austin chuckled, wiping his own face with his shirt. he got up from the bed and shoved himself back in his sweats. “y’know i still have ‘em?” 

elvis shot up fast, looking at austin a little too excitedly. “from the shoot?” 

“in my closet.” he nodded. 

“w-w-would you….wear ‘em for me one day?”

[venus-haze]

All Shook Up (Austin!Elvis x Reader) Part 2

Summary: Your and Elvis’ date doesn’t go as planned, drawing the media attention you were trying to avoid. With the release of your duet following soon after the media circus, the success of the song and increasing tabloid speculation make some people see dollar signs, rather than romance in the air.

Note: The reader can still be read as gender neutral as of this part. Thank you all for the support for the first part of this series! I know I have a million others I’m working on, but this one has been a lot of fun to write. Please do not interact with my blog or posts if you’re under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: None.

Part 1

After Elvis and the Colonel had left, Ray and Jeanne were kind enough to let you rant and rave to them about the nerve he had to make insinuations about you and your personal life. Ray asked you again if you were sure about wanting to collaborate with Elvis, promising he could find you another up-and-coming artist to do the song with you, but, out of spite for the Colonel and genuinely liking Elvis, you remained firm in your choice of a duet partner. 

When Jeanne had brought you back to your apartment later that night, she let you know that your schedule for the following day would be short, with meetings in the afternoon and a promotional radio interview around 4pm. Just as you figured, you’d have the evening free to spend with Elvis.

For once, you had a morning to yourself and savored every moment of sleeping in two extra hours and actually having time to make yourself a nice breakfast. Just as you were about to bring your food out to the balcony, the buzzer for your apartment rang, and the doorman, Bill, informed you of a delivery that had arrived with the morning newspaper. You let him know to send it up, and racked your brain for what could have been sent to you. Sometimes companies would send you free merchandise, hoping for celebrity advertisement, but those usually went to the label’s office.

You opened the door to find a bright bouquet of flowers next to your paper. Bringing both items into your apartment, you set the flowers on the kitchen counter and read the card that was attached.

Dear Y/N, 

Thank you for yesterday. I hope these will do until I see you tonight.

E.P.

You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. It was sweet, especially since all you’d done the day before was get a rough version of the song together and talked afterward. You normally didn’t think too much of it when you went on dates with other celebrities, but something about Elvis excited you the way no one else had.

Putting the flowers in a vase, you kept looking at them throughout the morning. When Jeanne stopped by around eleven to get you, she smiled when you told her who they were from. The rest of the day flew by, with your radio interview to end the day. It went well, mostly just some softball questions from a DJ who regularly played your music. When he asked about your upcoming album and hearing about last minute changes being made to it, you teased the collaboration, not explicitly mentioning Elvis, just that you’d be working with a newer artist–someone controversial. You refused to give more details, knowing the mystery would add buzz prior to the song’s announcement.

Ray had gotten the label to agree to make it the lead single for your upcoming album, meaning its success would make or break the album sales as a whole. It still wasn’t officially announced yet, and you knew Ray was spending part of his day getting contracts and scheduling worked out with the Colonel. 

The interview ended, and you made it back to your apartment by five, giving you an hour to get ready for the date. You picked an outfit you knew you looked good in. Sure, you weren’t trying to attract any media attention, but you sure as hell wanted to attract his. After checking over your appearance for what felt like the millionth time, you looked at the clock. It was already a few minutes past six. 

If he had to cancel, you would’ve at least expected him to have the decency to call. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you waited a few more minutes, and your intercom buzzed. You jumped up to answer it.

“Y/N, Mr. Presley’s here for you.”

“Thanks Bill, let him know I’ll be down in a minute!” 

You made your way downstairs to see Elvis standing near the back entrance of your apartment building, shifting from leg to leg every few seconds.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I’m late,” Elvis apologized as soon as he saw you. “Things got held up while I was recordin’ for this TV show. I got here as quick as I could.”

“I get it, trust me,” you smiled, giving him a hug. “The flowers were lovely, by the way, thank you.”

He returned the hug, visibly more relaxed. “I’m glad you liked them.” 

“The drive to the restaurant should be quick. I figured it’d be better for us to be driven there than try to go ourselves,” you explained, leading him over to the car that was waiting outside.

Elvis nodded. “Sounds good.”

You hadn’t been lying, the drive to the restaurant was quick, though he spent most of it staring out the window as the bustling city passed by. The place was a real dive, with its exposed brick walls and dim lighting obscured by the cloud of smoke that hung in the air. Everyone seemed to speak only in whispers, the loudest noises being the occasional clinking of wine glasses or scraping of utensils on plates. Even the music was subdued, and Elvis figured this was the kind of place where people went if they wanted to go out but not be seen.

You handed the host a twenty, “The usual table, please.”

“Of course,” he nodded, slipping the bill into his coat pocket. 

Elvis leaned down, whispering to you as the host led you to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. “You gave him twenty dollars?”

“Why not?” you said, thanking the host as you and Elvis were seated.

A waiter immediately came by with a bottle of complimentary wine, courtesy of the restaurant owner, who waved to you from the kitchen door. You lifted your empty glass in acknowledgement, but noticed Elvis shift uncomfortably as the waiter poured the wine.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, placing your hand on his forearm.

“You know so many people,” he said, mumbling an awkward ‘thanks’ to the waiter when he left to let you two look over your menus.  

“I’ve been at this for a long time.”

"So, got any advice for someone green in the music business?" he asked, a bit of laughter in his voice.

You hesitated to answer with the witty remark he was expecting. You liked Elvis a lot, more than you reasonably should for someone you only just met. You thought back to the musicians you’d befriended only for their fame to be fleeting, drinking and dancing one weekend and disappeared another. Elvis had too much talent to be a one-hit wonder, but his inexperience made him a prime target for anyone looking to make big bucks off of him.

"You have to be careful who you trust. This industry is cutthroat, and there are people who want to take advantage of you, bleed you dry," you said. "When you’re famous, you’re not a person anymore—you’re a commodity. That’s all some people will see until they can’t get anything else out of you."

He nodded slowly, before taking a swig from his glass of wine.

"I’m not saying this to scare you, but you need to look out for yourself."

"I got the Colonel lookin’ out for me. He’s done a lot to help my career already," Elvis said.

You nodded, though that wasn’t what you had said, he needed to look out for himself. As much as you trusted Ray and Jeanne, you liked to look over your contracts and finances every so often, just to be safe. You didn’t like his manager, maybe because he made all those assumptions about you upon your first meeting, but something about him seemed off.

“Speaking of, where’d you tell him you were going tonight, anyway?” you asked.

He grinned. “I didn’t.”

“Sneaking out to see me, I’m flattered,” you giggled.

The rest of the night continued like this, the two of you flirting in the privacy of the restaurant. He went as far as to kiss you while you were waiting for dessert, his lips soft, sweet and flushed from the wine you’d been drinking. 

“Can I take you out again?” he asked softly, his lips hovering just above yours. 

“Yes,” you answered, closing the gap to kiss him yet again.

As the week went on, you and Elvis worked on recording the duet and getting photos taken in preparation for promoting it. You’d spend late nights in the studio together under the guise of working or would call cars to bring you to your secluded dates in dingy bars and restaurants. You loved the thrill of it all, but you especially loved being with Elvis. 

The two of you would call each other at all hours of the day or night, having similar schedules with meetings and interviews. You tried not to think about what would happen when Elvis inevitably left New York to go back to Memphis. He’d admitted to you that the city was overwhelming, but you were the best thing about it. 

When you grabbed the paper the morning that the single was released, you felt like your eyes were going to pop out of your face. While not the headline for the day, prominent bold lettering read The Raunchy Romance of Rockers Y/N and Elvis - EXCLUSIVE on page 6. Frantically flipping to the first page of the story, you were assaulted by photos of you and Elvis on your first date, and your second one, and you bringing him up to your apartment through the back entrance after said second date. 

‘What started as a musical collaboration between the rock n’ rollers became an affair of passion as the two worked closely together. A verified anonymous source told us that Elvis and Y/N have been spending late nights in the studio together. When they’re not sneaking around restaurants and bars like a couple of teenage hoodlums–’

You couldn’t bring yourself to read anything past that. You slammed the front door shut, collapsing onto your couch. They’d been sitting on the story for at least a week and only waited until the single’s release day to publish it. Your own career was one thing, but so many people wanted to see Elvis fail, you’d feel guilty as hell if you played some role in ending it before it began.

The phone rang, and you jumped before hesitantly picking up.

“Hello?” you asked tentatively.

“I don’t know why I keep doubting you, Y/N. You know your stuff when it comes to the charts,” Ray said cheerfully. 

“What are you talking about, Ray?”

“It’s only been out for a few hours, and it’s already number 10. By the end of the week it should be top of the charts–”

“Number 8 now,” you could hear Jeanne shout in the background.

“Shit, by the end of the day even. Congrats.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the papers Ray? All that stuff about Elvis and me, you aren’t mad?” you asked.

“No, obviously this publicity worked out in your favor, but I’m most concerned about this ‘verified anonymous source’. I’m going to ask both labels to investigate,” he said. “I’m getting more security at your apartment too, since people know there’s a back entrance now.”

You sighed. “Okay, thanks, Ray.”

“Jeanne’s leaving soon to pick you up. The Colonel demanded we squeeze him and Elvis in for a meeting today, so prepare yourself, ‘cause I can imagine he’s not as happy about things as I am.”

“Alright. See you later,” you said.

A headache began throbbing in your temples, and you got aspirin from the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you considered everything. You weren’t sure how long you’d spent lost in your own mind when there was a knock at the door. Shit. Jeanne was here, and you were still in your pajamas. She looked exasperated when you answered the door.

“Y/N, you aren’t even ready to go?” Jeanne asked.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where my head is today,” you said. “I’ll be a few minutes.”

“You’re worried about Elvis, aren’t you?”

“Do you think I’m stupid to like him so much?”

“If I’m being honest, I like him a lot more than anyone else you’ve dated.”

You nodded, “Thanks, Jeanne.”

Wasting no time getting ready, you were out of your bedroom and heading to the lobby in about fifteen minutes. When you’d walked outside your building, you were shocked at the people holding various newspapers and tabloid publications, asking for your autograph on the stories about you and Elvis. You’d never seen a reaction like this to any of the other relationships the media reported on. People must know it’s true this time.

You were silent on the way to the label’s office, resisting the urge to chew on your nails. You and Elvis had promotional appointments booked through most of the day but depending on how the meeting with the Colonel went, they’d either go smoothly or be the most awkward thing you’d ever experienced. 

As soon as you walked into the conference room, Ray gave you a look that made you know to prepare for the worst. Elvis had a lovesick expression in his eyes as you sat down next to him.

“So, the cat’s out of the bag,” you said, breaking the silence and maintaining a facade of unapologetic confidence.

“Y/N, I told you my boy does not go on dates, and now every media outlet in the country is claiming he’s been canoodling with you for weeks! His image is in shambles because of you!” The Colonel raged.

“Colonel, don’t take this out on Y/N. I was the one who asked ‘em out. It was my decision,” Elvis said.

“Did you not consider your career for a second, my boy?”

“Of course he did,” Ray interjected. “The single’s only been out since this morning, and record stores are already selling out of it. I’m getting calls from radio stations begging Y/N and Elvis to come on for interviews. The public loves celebrity couples.”

The Colonel narrowed his eyes at Ray. “What are you getting at?” 

"We can make this work, for both parties," Ray said. "Lucy and Desi own television. People flock to theaters to see Bacall and Bogart or Leigh and Olivier play out their real life romances on the silver screen. It appeals to the sense of voyeurism, being able to feel like they’re getting an intimate look at something off-limits. Y/N and Elvis can be that for music.”

The room was silent yet again, until the Colonel began nodding in agreement with Ray. “Yes, well, you do make a good point. However, if Elvis and Y/N were to date, whether in reality or for publicity, it would certainly no longer be reported on as ‘raunchy’. You two will be a respectable couple, no sneaking around bars or going up to apartments at 2 o’clock in the morning.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. We wouldn’t have had to sneak around if you weren’t such a pain in the–

“‘Course, Colonel,” Elvis said, taking your hand in his. 

Ray and the Colonel spent the next few minutes crafting an acceptable romantic backstory for you and Elvis, something that would be palatable for most audiences and explain away the late-night rendezvous. It took all of the excitement out of the relationship’s origins, but if it meant you and Elvis could date, you supposed you’d go along with it.

“So, how does that sound?” Ray asked.

“Time to break some hearts with these next few interviews, huh?” you said, looking at Elvis.

He grinned. “Guess so.”

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August || Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley x Reader Angst

pairing: Elvis Presley x reader (mentioned)

warnings: angst, so much angst, anger, shouting, cursing, descriptions of major character death

word count: 1087

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>> so I watched Elvis again last night with the discord and was incredibly sad and cried (again) so I had to let out my feelings with some angst. I hope ya’ll enjoy this and don’t cry like I almost did a few times while writing this lol

You don’t remember August ever feeling this cold and rainy. 

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Graceland didn’t have the spark anymore. To you, it is just a house now. A house full of memories of all kinds, good, bad, and ugly; a house full of ghosts. You’re sitting on the front steps, curled into yourself as the rain continues to pour. Every time you remember why you were here, you’d start crying again. The tears felt like they would never stop as they fell. They burned hot on your now cool face. You knew you probably looked god-awful right now with eyeliner running down your face in large amounts. But you didn’t care. You didn't care about anything. How could you when he’s gone? He’s gone. 

You bury your face in your hands pitifully, sobbing into them as quietly as possible so as not to disturb the family and friends in the house. You jolt up when you feel a hand placed on your shoulder. It’s Steve. His face held so much turmoil within it that it almost made you start crying again. He was one of the few people who had been there and had tried. He tried so hard to help, but it was almost hopeless. The feeling of that hopelessness crosses Steve’s face as tears begin to well in his eyes at the sight of you. God, if he had only tried a little harder, he thought, and neither of you would be here right now. But there was nothing he could do but be there for you, just as he had been there for him. 

Steve is consoling you without a word when the familiar sound of a cane echoes in the bleak silence. You freeze, knowing exactly who it is. Anger toils inside of you, rising up in the form of a scream.

“Get the fuck out!” you snarl, your face in your hands.

Steve stiffens beside you, unsure of what to do and astonished that you had shouted. You’re always to yourself and never show any negative emotion. But that had all changed the day Elvis died. And he died because of the man standing behind you. You weren’t born yesterday, and you weren’t stupid-  you knew exactly what Colonel Parker had done. Whether he accepts that or not, and whether others accept it or not, you accepted it because it was true. You had seen it for yourself, even. Steve had too. 

“Now listen to me-”

“I said,” you say through gritted teeth, “Get out. You don’t belong here. You killed him.”

A look of shock crosses Colonel Parker’s face at your behavior. A few people start coming out of the house at the sound of shouting.

“I didn’t kill him, sweetheart. It was his time,” Parker says calmly, acting as if he had done nothing wrong.

You begin to get up from your spot on the stairs, but Steve grabs both of your shoulders, trying his hardest to prevent you from attacking the sick man in front of you. 

“It was not his time,” you say coldly, still fighting against Steve, “He was only forty-two.”

You jerk your shoulder from Steve’s grip, walking right up to Colonel Parker and looking directly at him. You wanted to give him what he deserved so badly, but words would have to do for now.

“I want you away from this house and don’t ever come back. You may have fooled these people, but not me. Elvis would still be here right now if it weren’t for you,” tears well back up in your eyes at the thought of him alive.

You turn on your heel and sit back down where you were previously on the steps. Steve is still standing in front of Colonel Parker, and the family members and friends who began gathering outside begin to disperse, mumbling about what just happened. You are sure you wouldn't hear the end of it from Vernon, but you didn’t care.

“They’re right. You should probably go,” Steve shakes his head, offering to help the older man down the stairs. 

Without a word, Steve leads Colonel Parker away from the house, much to your relief. 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Someone, whether it was you or not, had to say something. Someone had to stand up for the man you loved even though it was too late. You watch silently as Steve guides the Colonel into his car, Colonel saying something to Steve only for him to give him a look of distaste. You focus on calming down your breathing, wiping the black makeup off your face the best you can. Steve makes his way back up the stairs and next to you.

“That was… something,” he says, resting his forearms on his knees, hands clasped together.

“It had to be said,” you say meekly, all of your energy depleted from the blinding anger.

There was silence for a few minutes before Steve broke it, “He loved you, you know.”

You turn your head to look at him, and he continues, “He loved you more than you’ll ever know. He still does, I’m certain.”

This time, tears don’t well up in your eyes, but rather a comforting warmth fills your chest. He did love you, even if those last few years were hell for both of you. You aren’t sure if he knew you were there even half the time, but at least someone was. You had been married since you were kids, and you always held your vows dear to you. In sickness and in health. It didn’t matter if he pushed you away or was so out of it he couldn’t even think straight- you loved him. 

You glance up at the yard in front of you, and movement by a tree catches your attention. You stare until you see movement again. This time, a figure peeks out from behind the tree. The wind picks up despite the rain now settling down, but the figure remains in its spot. For a moment, you swear you see it lift a hand and then raise its pinky. Your breath catches in your throat. It’s him. But you don’t say anything or react; instead, you raise your pinky where Steve couldn’t see, but possibly the figure would. You felt at peace for the first time in years. No one would ever believe you or what you saw, but you did. And that’s all that matters to you. 

Because August wasn’t cold again after that.

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Until I Found Her Pt. 2 (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Part 1

I am not completely sure how often these will be posted. We will see if it happens every weekend, but for the most part.... she doesn’t have a set schedule. As you know... I try to post every two days. So, that pretty much comes to about three posts a week. 

I hope you guys are enjoying this series so far. We are unsure how many parts this will have... It can be long... it may not be long... We are just hoping that all the haters have since then left. Let me warn you this, if anyone decides to be a rotten asshole about this, we will both block your ass.

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Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Cowriter: @babyhoneypresley

Warnings: Swearing, spelling and grammatical errors. 

Word Count: 1.5k

You couldn’t have but keep thinking about that boy. Elvis was his name. His beautiful blue eyes… god you could get lost in those. Everything about him intrigued you. He was dressed like he was ready for work, and yet he had a guitar? He must be able to play… maybe even sing a bit. What else would his friends have meant?

You shook the thought of Elvis out of your head and continued to walk home. There was still the possibility of never seeing Elvis again. Sure, you splinted him your phone number… but what if he just washed his clothes without checking his pockets? Sure, you could join your ‘friends’ at the diner for a chance to see him… but would it really happen?

You needed to stop thinking about it… Just go home… do some work… rinse and repeat. But… he still played a part on your life now. He was embedded in your head rather you wanted him to be or not. 

“Mama?” You called out once you got home. 

“In the kitchen!” Your mom called out. You walked over to the kitchen and found that she was cooking. That’s new. She usually never cooks. Well, ever since your father hired those workers. 

“You’re cooking?”

“Mhm, making your favorite.” She smiled. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. Did she want something from you? What was the occasion?

“Why? Not that I’m complaining… I’m just confused is all.”

“I just wanted to do something. Your father has me in this house doing nothing. With those damn workers, leaves me no housework.” She admitted. You nodded and looked around.

“Have you seen Honey?”

“She might be in your room with Pumpkin. The last time I saw her, she was lying on your bed.” You nodded and turned to leave, but you stopped and turned back toward her. 

“Mama, can I please get a radio?”

“Y/n…” Your mother sighed and dried her hands off on her apron. “You know I’d love to say yes… but in the end, it's your father’s call.”

“He won’t say yes. He always says it’ll rot my brain!” You whined. Your mother sighed and walked over to you. She pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back.

“I’ll talk to him okay? I’ll try and convince him.” You nodded softly and pulled away. 

“Thank you, mama.”

“You’re welcome,” she pressed a kiss against your head. “Go finish up your schoolwork, dinner will be once your father gets home.”

“I’ll probably take Honey out on a walk once I’m done.” You told her. 

“Okay, honey.” She nodded and went back to fix dinner.  

You let the kitchen and went up to your room, where you found your golden retriever dog, and orange cat laying together on your bed. You smiled, went over to them, and gave them all the love and kisses.

Pumpkin was still relatively new to the family. He was still a kitten, and he just loved to hang around you. Much like Honey did. Which, you had no issue with. These two were your best friends. They were the ones whom you told all your secrets to. Mostly because they didn’t understand you, and couldn’t tell anyone either. 

You grabbed your violin and decided to work a bit on it. Your dad wanted to make sure you were set up for life. Making you perfect the most elegant of instruments, and pass every test with flying colors. He wanted the best for his daughter. He especially wanted you to marry someone rich, who could take over his business. 

You just wanted to find someone to love. That’s all you wanted. Someone to love, and someone to love you back. Sure, with your terrible social skills… that may never work, but it seemed to work with Elvis. At least you hope it did. 

Hours seemed to have passed. You had dinner with your family, and here you stood outside on the balcony. You looked out past the tree line and watched as the sun got lower and lower. It was still summertime around here in Memphis, so the sun wasn't setting till after eight either... sometimes even close to nine. 

You let out a sigh just as you heard the phone. Your ears perked up and you rushed back inside. "I got it!" You called out to your parents downstairs and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" You answered. 

"Hey, it's Elvis." His voice appeared. God... he sounded good. It was just nice to hear from him again. It had been hardly a day, and you were just begging to hear from and see him again.

"You found my note," you spoke in relief. 

"Yeah, it was hard to miss when ya tugged on my jacket." He joked lightly. You smiled and leaned against the wall. You twirled the coil around your finger and couldn't help but feel your cheeks start to heat up. 

"Sorry, about that," you giggled lightly, "I just... had to make sure you got it."

"Mama, I-" You heard Elvis speak from the other end. You shook your head at the interaction he was having. You could only imagine he was being scolded.

"'m sorry, I gotta cut this short. I'll see ya again? Tomorrow? The diner?" Elvis asked quickly. You once again felt your cheeks heat up. Was this a date? Could it be?

"Ye-yeah of course! That sounds... that sounds amazing."

"Perfect, I'll see ya then. B- Mama! 'm gettin' off it now! Sorry, bye."

"Bye, Elvis," you giggled and hung up. You let out a light squeal and looked over at Honey. She had a curious look on her face. You went to her and picked her face in your hands. You pressed a kiss to her head.

"Want to go for a walk?" You asked. Honey stood up immediately and started to wag her tail. "That is a definite yes." You reached for her collar and leash. You placed it around her neck and led her downstairs.

"I'm taking Honey on a walk! I'll be back shortly!"

"Be safe!" Your mama called back out to you. 

"Always!" You pushed open the door and lead Honey outside before you closed the door behind you. You walked around the neighborhood for a bit, but you eventually found yourself near the grocery store where a group of young kids found interest in your dog.

"What's her name?" One little girl asked. She had her hair in two braided pigtails. You smiled softly and watched as Honey wagged her tail in happiness from all the attention she was getting.

"Honey," you answered her. 

"That's such a cute name!" They all chooed in response. 

"I guess I just got inspired by her golden locks," you explained as you gave Honey a quick pet on her back. 

"I wish I had a dog... Mama!" The pigtail braids girl ran out to her mother. Kids are such a beautiful, yet... scary creature. It's harsh to call them creatures, but in the end kids... well... as you said... they were creatures. Eventually, the rest of the kids went off to their parents, and you were left with Honey. 

"Hey." You turned quickly at the voice and found Elvis standing relatively close. You sucked in a breath and smiled softly.

"There he is, guess ya mama made ya go shopping?" You motioned towards the bags he had in his hands. He chuckled nervously and nodded.

"Yeah, sorry bout that... whole conversation again. She kept pushin' me to get off the phone."

"It's no issue. My parents are the same way. They think that stuff will rot your brain." You explained but then realized that... that made no sense. "Talking- uh talking to people on the phone." You corrected yourself as you looked away embarrassed.

"Nah I get it... uh, I just wanted to let ya know... listen out to the radio. You uh... you might be hearin' me real soon on it." 

"So, you're a singer? That explains the guitar earlier." You pointed out to him. Just like that, the mystery you had earlier was solved. He had that type of charm with him. 

"Yeah, I uh... yeah I sing and play a little with ma friends." He shrugged as if it was nothing. It was far from nothing. Sure, you might have not known what he actually sounded like... but it matched his good look and boyish charm, well you bet it was amazing. 

"I bet you sound amazing. I can't wait to hear it." You complimented him. Elvish scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. 

"So... tomorrow right? The diner?" Elvis changed the subject. You blushed and nodded at his request. 

"Yes of course! I have class in the morning so... around two?" You suggested. Elvis nodded in response.

"That works for me. I'll see you then... unless I give ya a call beforehand." You nodded and gave him a quick small wave before he walked off. You let out a peaceful sigh and scratched behind Honey's ear.

"Oh, he's so dreamy, Honey... so so dreamy." You said softly.

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On The Seventh Day of Christmas

Day 6 | Day 8

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Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight Naughty Talk, Swearing, Spelling and Grammatical Errors Most Likely. 

Word Count: 688

After you um… little detour the other day, cough. You guys went on with your day as normal. Every time Elvis would find a new goose he would let out an annoyed groan. You would just giggle and bury your face deeper into the book you were reading. 

Enough about yesterday, it is a brand new day. In fact, it is the seventh day of Christmas. Which meant there were only five more days left until Christmas. Well, technically it was four unless you counted Christmas then five. 

Anyways, today was yet another bird day. It was probably your most favorite day out of all twelve. Now, there were a few obstacles today. First things first, Elvis took you out to breakfast. Now that isn’t necessarily an obstacle, but you’d like to have the days done before he woke up…

The second was that the pool was closed for the winter, and it was practically difficult to find a kiddy pool. But- after much looking, and a lot of gas, you two found one. Yes, Elvis was indeed there… did he know what you were going to do? That was something you didn’t know yet. 

“So… why do we need a kiddie pool?” Elvis asked as he started to drive back home. 

“Um… in case we have kids?” You looked over at him. Elvis turned to look at you shaking his head. He could easily tell when you were lying, and you were most definitely lying right now. 

“Is this for the twelve days?” He then asked. 

“Yes…” You mumbled under your breath. You yourself could barely hear the word you just spit out. 

“darlin’, ya need to speak louder.” You let out a sigh and nodded. 

“Yes… yes, it is."

“What are we going to use this pool for afterward? We got a pool.” He pointed out to you. 

“For when we have kids,” you smiled and looked at him.  Elvis nodded at your response and went back to paying attention to the road. 

Kids were always something you two spoke about. You guys tried a lot to get pregnant, and it was just dealing with luck at this moment. It wasn’t like it was your fault. You were very much capable of having kids. It was just hard to conceive. So, you guys tried often hoping that maybe one day it will happen. 

When you two got home Elvis helped by taking the small pool out to the other pool. He started to fill it up with water as you went inside to get the seven swans. You had to get small inflatable ones, which well... you did not find. So, you had to get a bit creative. 

You found the swans with no issue, you just had to find a bag to close them in, and hope that they would end up floating. Did you have high hopes? Absolutely not, but these swans were swimming in the end. 

“What da hell are those?” Elvis asked as you walked outside.

“They’re swans,” you said with a smile. Elvis raised an eyebrow but eventually just shrugged it off. You started to place them in the pool and sure enough, they flipped on their side. 

You let out a sigh and looked at the end product. It was a sad sight to see. Elvis saw your sadness and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side. He pressed a kiss on top of your head and gave your arm a slight squeeze.

“I think it looks amazing.”

“You’re just saying that,” you mumbled.

“I’m serious,” he laughed lightly, “who wants to see boring standing swans when they can see flipped swans on their sides? More relatable.”

You looked over at him and gave him an annoyed look. “Shut up.”

You knew he meant well by it, and probably by the end, you will be laughing about this. Because the swans would end up freezing when the ice gets frozen. then the swans would be ice skating. 

You smiled and pressed your face against his chest. Who cares about these damn swans a swimming anyways.

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