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Austin Butler

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Series

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You and Austin broke up three years ago and now fate has it that you two meet again, when you move back from college. He’s sorry for how things ended and you were never really able to get over him. So what happens?

I stayed there

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Untitled chapter- coming soon

You are a 19 year old actress, on the way to success after an Oscar nomination and as you plan to take another step in your career by launching yourself into the music industry, you meet HIM, Austin Butler.

The delicate beginning rush

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More in the series:

Introducing the reader

Teaser~ reader’s instagram profile

Fake news article about readers dating life

Headcanons: Austin x reader fight / Austin x reader dealing w/ paparazzi / Austin x reader relationship leaked / Austin x reader at the beach / Austin x reader cooking on live / How Austin and reader kiss

New articles:

- sparkling dating rumors

- Austin x Y/n headlines

- Austin x Y/n top 10 paparazzi stills

Imagines Masterlist - short stories in the universe

Actors on Actors - y/n x Austin interview

Instagram photo dump -instagram story following the series

⋘Playing for keeps⋙

Austin is the next in line for the throne, but he can’t be king if he doesn’t have a wife. In your country tradition says that a selection formed of 35 young women must be formed for the prince to find a wife. You are obligated by circumstances to participate against your will. What are the chances that you might be the next queen? None right? Right?

Stand alones

Just us two, even in a crowded room ♥︎♠︎♣︎

you are invited to the met gala and meet with an old costar, something lights up between the two of you and it starts the rest of your lives.

Have some respect ♥︎♠︎♣︎

you played Priscilla in the Elvis movie, but because you’re socially awkward you rarely interact with Austin and after a very intrusive interviewer asks a inappropriate question you two find comfort with each other.

Our very last kiss (part I) ♥︎♠︎♣︎

you’re a 21 year old actress and you get casted to play Priscilla in the new Elvis biopic. You fall for Austin, but it ends up that he only thought you were going method with him, so when filming ends so does your relationship. For him at least.

I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight(part II) ♥︎♠︎

life isn’t just pain and unfairness, you just needed someone to show you that.

Starry eyes sparkling up my darkest night ♥︎♠︎

you are over at Austin’s house waiting for him to come home, when the storm outside causes a power outage. Austin helps you through your anxiety of the dark when he gets home

Help him shave -the delicate beginning rush imagine ♥︎♠︎

Austin comes to visit you, while you’re filming in Canada and you have a nice morning waking up next to him.

Out on a snowy night -the delicate beginning rush imagine ♥︎♠︎

You and Austin enjoy a nice walk out in the snow, cracking jokes and laughing, then all of a sudden Austin decides it would be a great idea to throw you in the snow.

Austin paints your nails -tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎

Austin decides he wants to try and paint your nails, trying his best to do a good job, during this time he actually falls in love with one of your nail polishes and he lets you paint his nails as well

Bubbles & Bubbly ♥︎♠︎♣︎

Both you and Austin had a horrible day and he comes home with a small surprise for you. Then to relax you both enjoy a steamy bubble bath

Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her- tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎

Austin’s reaction to your surprise performance at the Cannes Film Festival premiere of Elvis

A thousand flowers- tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎ ♣︎

Austin is over, visiting you while you’re filming and he takes you out on a walk only for you to return to the perfect ‘at home’ date.

The Oscars- tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎

After Austin wins his Oscar you go to the bathroom only to bump into his ex girlfriend, how will that talk go?

Kissing in the rain - tdbr imagine ♥︎♠︎ ♣︎

Austin wakes you up in the middle of the night to take you out on a rainy adventure that ends in a steamy way in the car

A ménage a trois - threesome w Olivia ♣︎

On set of dune II ♥︎♠︎ ♣︎

You go visit Austin on set of dune two and he gets a little shy about acting as a villain, but that is all forgotten once you work your magic

Kiss it better ♥︎♠︎

On the set of his new movie the bike riders, something bad happens and Austin gets protective of you

Be mine forever? ♥︎♠︎

How would Austin propose to you?

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Series

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Stage fright ♥︎♠︎♣︎

Bed fright ♥︎♠︎♣︎

Elvis met you working on his ‘68 comeback show, he feel for you instantly, at a celebratory party for the special he makes a move and you 2 become a thing. Later he shows you the Vegas stage and gives you and unforgettable orgasm to help ease his nerves

Stand alones

Angels like you ♥︎♠︎

you can’t stand to play the colonel’s fantasy and you can’t stand to see it destroy the man you love, so you run away. But years later you’re still caught up in the past, even as you are living a completely new life.

Lullaby ♥︎

no mater how tired you are, your brain won’t shut up and let you go to sleep, so Elvis helps you out

A dream ♣︎

Must listen songs

A well curated collection of Elvis songs that need more attention and recognition

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Timothee Chalamet ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁

Stand alones

I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight ♥︎♠︎

Series

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[mrsniallhoran505]

Good Morning Austin Girls!

Theme 400!!!

Austin Butler!

From nick

To Disney

To CW

To MTV

To the big screen

To what's to come

You have made your fans laugh, cry, blush, scream, thirst, rage, and question their sanity. We have found you at different points in your laugh and have chosen to stand by you and support you. You've gone from a background actor on Ned's Declassified, to owning the screen with Elvis. I have watched you grow as an actor and as a human and I am proud to say I am a fan of Austin Robert Butler.

Here's to the coming years! Here's to what's next! Here's to you Austin!

Here's to the content creators that have made these posts possible!

@austinbutlermischief

@austinbutlermedia

@butlers-bitch

@austinelvisbutler

@austin-sbutler

Thank you for the content you create and share. I can't even imagine the time and effort that goes into it. So thank you and here's to you for your hard work and contributions! (I know there's so many more but these are the reoccurring ones that I see)

To the fic writers (wish I could tag you all)

@floralcyanide

Masterlist

@lindszeppelin

Masterlist

@foreverdolly

Masterlist

@blainesebastian

Masterlist

@ab4eva

Masterlist

Now to the fan accounts on Instagram (these are just a few that I follow)

@/austinbutler_tr

@/austinbutler_4ever

@/austin.addicts

@/austinbutlerirish

And my number one source of all things Austin!

On Twitter

@/AButlerNews

GMAG! Tag List:

Sometimes tags work sometimes they don’t!

@ilovemycrayons @blurredcolour @dre6ming @slowsweetlove @pennyroyalcreep @austiebuttbutt @lisathewife101 @jojam10 @xxindiglow @crackerbarrelslut @katsukis1wife @macey234 @lucid315 @katelswan @introvertisms @purejasmine @bcofl0ve @feral-fae-writes @eliseinmemphis @klizzie93 @scarlet-sunsets @austinbutlermischief @emmamartinez @dazzledbycarrie @sunset-striptease-redeux @chasingwildflowers @justafangir1 @kctj82 @alikaheroes @saturnsatnin

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Rescuer (Part 2)

Summary: The aftermath of staying at Austin's apartment for the night.

Word Count: 5540

Warnings: small mentions of uncomfortable topic of being followed at night.

Disclaimer: Some things I forgot to mention in part 1: Austin is not a professional actor, but a theatre actor at a local academy. 2. I forgot to say this beforehand, but I don't write smut, like not ever. I don't think I could be any good at it, so I don't write it. Sooooo unfortunately if you were expecting some spicy themes with this fic, or any of my writings...I don't have the confidence in myself and comfortability to the public to write it. Thank you for understanding.

Part 1: https://at.tumblr.com/soundslikediamonds/rescuer-part-1/w44pupakohnm

Taglist: @someonedateme @dre6ming @oh-austin @givemethemaknaes16 (let me know if you want to be tagged for future chapters!)

Thank you all so much for reading, it makes my heart really happy and in honest disbelief just how many of you enjoyed. It encourages me.

I had to take some time off of course as I'm sure you all did after what happened with Lisa Marie. My prayers are with beautiful Riley, the twins, Priscilla, Austin, and the Elvis family. It's so hard, there's so much pain in my core and seeing Austin yesterday at the Critic's Choice was tough. There was a lost look in his eyes. Yet, as the days go on, I pray that we all as we grieve, remain in strength, peace, and comfort during these dire times.

I love you all. 💗

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"Alright, here we are." Austin says, opening the door as you step inside. He flickers the light open and you take in everything. It's almost like a studio in itself, some colors and pallets displayed on the walls right next to paintings and vases that are made by pottery is in the shelves. Boxes are stacked next to the back of the living room and a clothing rack is full of costumes. It's safe to say that this place looks and seems a lot like the person Austin is, the man you're starting to know, who's colorful and bright in the midst of greys and blues.

"Manitiscold," Austin mutters in one word as he walks away from where you're standing frozen on the welcome mat. "I'll uh, I'll go turn on the heat." He says, with a small smile and you watch him walk over to the side of the room, next to the kitchen. He presses a few buttons, squinting his eyes in focus at the screen on the wall, before after a beep he turns away, smiling at you.

"Come on, I'll show you to your room." Austin gestures, and you nod.

You're not saying anything. You should say something, it's probably rude in someone's rulebook that you're not speaking, but you can't help it. Between having a man follow you, to a rescuer help you, and then that said rescuer now showing you to where you'll sleep the night, leaves you at a loss for words.

What can you even say?

You can only look at Austin, who, even here in the comfort on his own home, looks nervous as he walks and you follow with hesitant steps. He fidgets with a silver large ring on his ring finger, rolling the mental mindlessly and your heart stops for a second as you do a double take. However, you calm down when realizing that the ring is on his right finger and not his left. It's not that you wouldn't wish for Austin to be married, but you couldn't have any more energy in you if there was a whole lady in this apartment, to which Austin would have to tell your story to. No, this is something you don't want repeating. This is what needs to be blown over by tomorrow when you leave the place anyways. You don't want to bombard him with your own troubles.

The room that you're staying in is petite and cute, and, just like Austin described, has a small desk by the window for office space. You initially had the thought of studying a little bit, since your backpack was with you and you have a morning class tomorrow, but you're so tired and not wanting to do anything else but sleep.

"Is there anything I can get you? Like tea, or coffee, or anything?" Austin's voice causes your droopy eyes to blink up and at him, who's managed to have his jacket unzipped, revealing a grey hoodie.

You shake your head at your rescuer's hospitality. "No thank you. I think I'll just go to sleep, actually." You answer.

Austin looks at you for more then a few seconds, a concerned look on his face, but before he can say anything you plaster what you hope is a 'I'm-okay-you-don't-have-to-worry' smile before you turn to the made bed.

"Thank you for everything. Seriously. I don't know how you repay you." You say.

Austin's eyebrows furrow. "Oh no," he says, shifting the weight from one of his sky scraper legs to the other. "You don't repay me for anything. I didn't do anything emphasized other than the norm of what anyone could do." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, but...I don't think anyone could do what you did." You debate.

Austin looks down, folding his hands together as his jaw clenches. "Hmm." He hums. Then he looks at you, a light apparent in his eyes.

"I think this is where I'll agree to disagree." He chuckles, now walking to the doorway. "I'll let you settle in, let me know if you need any-"

"Wait, Austin," You start.

With one hand holding the doorknob, Austin freezes in his spot and looks over at you with raised eyebrows. "Yes?" His low voice draws out in slight confusion.

You heave a sigh. He's been everything nice to you since he helped you at the gas station. You know he doesn't want you to repay him with everything, but there's so much guilt in pretending like there is a home or someplace for you to go to after this night. You figure that you owe it to Austin to tell him the truth.

Avoiding his questioning eyes, you start to speak. "You've done so much for me in helping me out, and extending your place to stay the night is just..." Your voice trails off as you shake your head. "I really can't begin to thank you, but I really do thank you for everything, and...well...there may not be something you want me to repay you with, but I owe it to you to tell you that I haven't been very honest with you."

Austin blinks his eyes in confusion, but doesn't say anything, allowing you to continue.

"You were right about me not wanting to go home." You sigh, playing with your hands as a nervous fidget toy. "I don't really have a home. I mean...since last week when my dad kicked me out. I've been having some family complications but I always knew I would leave, but then before I could really plan it things got intense and sure enough I'm arguing with my dad and then he kicks me out and says that he never wants to see me again. Which, is fine, because our relationship hasn't been the best these past few years. But um...I've been okay, I've been staying at an Inn, and one time even at a friend's house, but...it would only be for a place to sleep because I'd be out all day either at class or studying, so then at night when my dad would be at work I'd go back home to get more things, which is what I was doing tonight before that guy followed me. And I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all this but you were so kind to help me and I haven't been honest with you and like, I'm leaving tomorrow morning anyway so there isn't really much point in telling you all this, but I'd just feel so guilty since you're so nice and you have this look in your eyes where you just wanna help me, and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, it's okay. Breathe." Austin holds his hands up and walks toward you. You take a deep breath, your face sort of flushed by your never ending rant.

"Hey," Austin looks at you. "I'm sorry about you losing your home. That's...I mean, I can't even fathom it." He says.

You're silent. You don't want him to pity you. You're not even sure why you exactly gave him all the details in the first place. You didn't want Austin to feel so bad over something that wasn't even worth it. It's going to be okay. You'll sleep here for the night and then go back to another inn or some cheap motel. You're confident that you can take care of yourself.

Austin's fingers rest on his chin as he now looks at you with a thoughtful expression. It makes you slightly nervous because you don't know what your rescuer is thinking right now and the silence isn't helping.

Finally Austin speaks up. "You know, you can just stay here." He suggests.

"Wait...what?" You blurt out. That's nothing that you're expecting.

"It'll be perfect. I've been wanting a roommate." Austin grins cheekily as he elbows your arm.

I know you can't be taking it that simple.

"Yes I can." Austin chuckles, which makes you look at him.

"Shoot, did I say that out loud?"

Austin laughs in reply before he shrugs. "Seriously, it's no big deal. I'm away all the time for work anyway if it's my presence that you feel would bother you," he smirks and you feel like he's teasing you right now.

"But...you don't even know me." You say softly. "You can't be that accepting of strangers just..."

"Just what?"

"Just...moving in." You say, looking up at his tall figure. "I'd be living with you."

A smile draws on Austin's face as his eyebrows furrow together in a questioning gaze. "Would that be so bad?"

You shrug. "Maybe. I don't know. Surely you see something crazy about all this. You're inviting a stranger in your apartment." You try to argue.

"C'mon, I'd say you're at least an acquaintance."

You shoot Austin a warning look, and then he looks at you with a more of a serious look in his eyes.

"Listen, I'm living lonely. But, it's like I said, if you're really worried about being a disturbance, I leave for work in the morning and come back here at night. I wouldn't even see you." Austin says, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

Austin is definitely one of the weirdest people you have ever met. He's simple, like an old soul. There's nothing to this whole exchange that he suspects. He doesn't see anything wrong with the idea that someone who he just met at the gas station will crash at his apartment and live with him. There is a part of you that knows that agreeing to this is so absurd. What would your friends think if they got word of what was going on? What would your family even think? You didn't even know this man's last name.

However, at the same time, there is a soft spot that you're starting to have in your heart for Austin. He mentions that he's lonely a lot, and with the sweetness of who he is, you would never wish any amount of loneliness on him. He seems to enjoy your company, and he likes being there for you. Of course, you're mindful of the fact that he did save you from what could have been a terrible disaster but, at the same time, he doesn't have to do everything that he does and yet he seems to want to. He's a wonderful host, making sure that all your needs are met.

Should you do this? Do you actually want to stay with him? Is it safe? Will he be okay? What about your living habits? You've never lived with a man before. What if he finds extra hair in the shower or what if he catches you talking loudly to yourself?

But what if you made a friend in the process? And like, an actual friend who's there for you and wanting to hear you out on things that stress you? Someone who has time for you, and someone you can be there for just as much? You can tell that even with sitting in his car, something sort of clicked with you two. There seemed to be a friendship, someone who you can be yourself with. Someone friendly. Someone considerate. A gentleman. And although you have your fair share of friends, you'd be the first to admit that they're not as much of what would define good friends.

You look at Austin, now thinking about what he said. He'd be working all day and coming back at night. That pushes you to wonder.

"Where do you work?" You ask, looking at him.

"Oh." Austin smiles. "I'm an actor, actually. I work at the theatre academy."

Your eyes widen. You are not expecting that. Austin's shy and nervous yet at the same time, it does explain the reason as to why he was able to hold you and pretend he was your boyfriend at the gas station. He didn't even have to think and boom, he was in character.

A smile draws on your face. "That's so cool! So you work full-time, then, right?" You ask.

Austin nods, smiling as he looks down at the ground. "Full time, yeah. We do a couple of shows every week." He says. "So going back to the moving in thing, I'm in the theatre every other day, so you really don't need to worry about constantly being in my space or something. You can just be here and uh..." Austin's voice trails off as he now points at you.

"Did you say something about you being a student?"

You nod. "Yeah, I'm at the college." You say, then shrug. "So the days I have classes I wouldn't necessarily be here either."

Austin smiles. "Impressive. So looks like no one will be in this place." He laughs, causing you to join in.

"We'll work everything out as we go, with schedules and everything. But is that a yes? To staying here?" Austin's eyes are big and hopeful, like a deer's as he looks at you awaiting your answer.

You can say no, and continue to go to Inns until your money runs out. Or, you could just say yes, at least for right now and see what life has to give the both of you.

You let out a breath before you extend your hand. "You found yourself a roommate." You say, dramatically and Austin laughs shaking your hand.

"Hooray!" He says, smiling brightly.

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Austin was technically gone before you woke up the next morning, but you had heard him when the sky was dark at around 5am. Every once in a while, a zipper would zip, hangers would glide against the rack, and footsteps would sound right outside your door. You opened your eyes lazily and let out a low groan, hating to be woken up before your alarm would officially go off. However, you couldn't complain. You were in Austin's apartment. The last thing you would do is tell him that he woke you up as he was getting ready for the day, since this is his apartment and he can do whatever he wants.

You don't get the chance to see him or wish him a good day, and a part of you wants to, but you're exhausted. So you let your eyes close as within seconds there you are drifting back to sleep.

After what seemed to feel like 2 minutes later, your alarm sets off and you actually feel like crying. You don't want to go to class. You just want to stay in bed all day and sleep. You haven't had a good night's rest in a long time. You didn't trust the beds at the inns, but this bed was comfy and as creepy as you may sound, the room smells like Austin as well. In a way it makes sense to say, considering the fact that across from your bed was a closet that was filled with his clothes. He actually offered you to sleep with some of his but in panic you refused and told him you had some clothes in your backpack. You just don't want him to constantly bombard you with such kindness up to the point where you feel like owing him back with everything, which you wouldn't know where to start.

You slowly peel yourself out of bed, telling your mind to allow your body to let you get off the bed. It's a whole process when waking up. If you don't tell yourself to get up, you'll actually never leave. As much as you'd like that, you have class, and you can't afford to be skip out, though tempting, it costs your grades.

While getting ready you obviously can't help but think about what life has brought you from last week up until this point. It's only been a week and everything has changed. You went from an only child living with your angry dad and quiet mom who never did anything to defend you, then became homeless for a week, but your current status as of right now, consists of you eating this amazing breakfast that was kindly left for you by your 'roommate' Austin, a man you just met yesterday.

How is this your life?

The sun shines over your breakfast and you scowl. Okay, of course you love the sun, but between the sun blinding you and the birds chirping it makes you just want to crawl back to bed. You're an early bird because you have to be, not really because you want to be. You wonder if Austin likes mornings where he's up early before the sunrise.

After you eat you shower and then change into a light blue baggy crewneck over white wash jeans. You tie your hair in a low ponytail, leaving some strands out in front of your face. As you stayed alone in the kitchen for breakfast earlier this morning, you took the time to look up the bus route from here to the college You're incredibly lucky, because Austin lives right in front of a bus stop. It doesn't take long for the bus to come and soon you're on your way to campus.

Throughout the day while sitting in class, your mind can't help but think. You're trying to pay attention but those dang blue eyes and soft smile enter your vision, so much so that his name is like a replaying lyric to a song that never leaves your head.

Austin. Austin. Austin. Austin.

It never ends in your mind. You're just thinking about him. You're wondering how he's doing right now, where is he in this exact second and what he's doing at this very moment. Is he onstage? Backstage? Alone? With coworkers? Eating? Drinking?

You tap your pen to your paper in rhythmic motion while your mind flashes back to being in his car just last night. What are the odds, that Austin decided to go to the more expensive gas station and he just so happens to be there when you're in trouble and in needing rescue. Then, he extends his apartment to you to live with him as well as you're trying to figure your life out.

Suddenly, as though a literal light bulb flashes in your head, your eyes widen.

What if you got something for Austin as a thank you gift?

It'd be challenging, for sure. You only met this man less than 24 hours ago and you have no clue about his preferences. But you want to try. He's done so much for you and looked after you already. You'd feel bad if you're unable to give at least a card. Yet at the same time, you don't want to go with just a card.

So what should you give? Flowers, perhaps? Make dinner for when he gets back?

Your elbow rests under your chin as you try to think about just what it is that you'll do. You're settled for getting him something, but what?

Maybe you could bus back to the apartment and go through his things, and see what he likes most?

Yeeeeah, no. That's invasion of privacy.

Fortunately enough for you, you're done your last class at 3:15pm and you can head to the mall which is nearby. You do so, first going to the food court and getting a bite to eat. When that's all finished, you get up, push in your chair, and sweep the contents on the table before placing them in their right disposals. Now the search is on, you have to find something Austin-y.

If only it's as easy as it sounds.

Getting gifts for guys in general is always a challenge. But having to know what a person likes just by the brief interactions you've had over a saving scenario? That's a whole other level up.

You make sure your eyes scan every store that's in this mall. Usually when you did come here, you'd barely pay attention because you always came with intent. Now, you're led to this mall with the mission of spending a few hours and then leaving with something that looks just like Austin, and that alone would require intricate searching.

You stop by the entrance of a sports store, but you aren't even sure what Austin likes. He's got the height of a basketball player, yet the build of a volleyball player. Although there's something about him that can also be drawn to golf. Or maybe he's more of a water guy, like surfing.

"Can I help you with anything?" A male employee suddenly asks and you snap out of your thinking, looking at the worker.

"Oh. No, that's okay."

The man smiles and nods before walking away. You know that no doubt he has to constantly ask people if they need assistance because his job requires it, but he makes sure to leave you and not push you into receiving his help. You're thankful for that, as you don't have the energy for piling pressures.

You stay by the door only a few seconds more as you look at baseball caps, gear, and jerseys. It's all great stuff, but you're just stumped because you actually have no idea what Austin would want, and you don't want to guess things. You want a perfect gift.

You spin on your heel and walk away, now looking for something else. It has to be something that he'd appreciate, something that's his right from the bat. Something that has his name written all over it. You're finally just debating on whether or not you'll cook up a scrumptious meal and just have him eat that when he comes back, but what if he gets hungry on the drive back and orders In-n-out?

You shake your head, now starting to feel frustrated as you go down the escalator yet again. It's hard to try to find what you don't know you're looking for.

Suddenly, just when you're about to give up, a small Gift Shop catches your eye. You walk in, immediately noticing the decor of customized items, which now gives you an idea. Austin's a well-known name. You can have something with his name on it, but what? You walk around the shop, noticing small sets of jewelry with either names or initials. You then see near the back of the store there's houseware items like mugs, chinas, glasses, and ceramics. Next to those sections there are aisles for creativity such as sketchbooks, journals, and frames.

What would Austin get?

A mug, though as beautiful and useful it would be seems like much. A necklace with his name seems like an intimate gift, something that could have so many meanings and confuse the man. You don't even know if he has a partner so you're not going to risk that. A sketchbook would be gorgeous but there's only the problem of not knowing whether or not he can draw.

Your eyes land on the journals and for some strange reason, your brain clicks. There's something about writing, something about it that doesn't have to be select but general. You can see Austin being the type to write things down, and even if he's not one to write his thoughts down, it can be of use for organizing or planning. You look through the sections of names and then find easily in the 'A' section, a medium Taupe shade journal that has the name 'Austin' in cursive lettering. It's beautifully hard cover with full pages and a soft grey ribbon over as a bookmark.

Your hands grab it immediately and you find yourself smiling. It's small, but thoughtful nonetheless. As you buy the journal and leave the store, you see a candle store that's near as well, and you suddenly remember Austin saying something about candles that make him fall asleep. You experiment and buy a Cocoa-Bean flavored candle that you've always liked. You're content with your thank you gift and you start to head to the apartment.

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You like studying with music on. Whether in the library with your headphones in, or blasted from your phone, like right now at Austin's apartment. You're sitting on the couch in the living room, in front of a large coffee table, where your textbooks and notes are spread out on top of each other. The reason why you're here and not in your room is that you want to make sure to see Austin's reaction to the gift that awaits him just by the door, so as soon as he gets inside he's greeted with a gift.

You're listening to the chorus of one of your favorite songs, humming along so much so that you don't even notice that the doorknob jangles and Austin is now inside. That it, until you look up from your work and glance to the door and you see a tall familiar figure closing the door behind him and locking it. You smile, lowering the volume down. When you check the time on your phone, it's 11:02pm.

"Hi!" You call out and then Austin turns. He's wearing a black crewneck over blue jeans, and his jacket as well as what looks like a coffee mug is held in his hand. He smiles at you.

"I thought you were a burglar for a second." He says, blowing out a sigh.

You smile. "Yes, of course. I'm the burglar who'd break in houses and study." I say sarcastically and Austin laughs heartily which makes you smile.

"How was the day?" You ask, noticing that as Austin puts up his coat, there's no sight of him noticing the gift bag right at his feet just in front of him.

He rubs his eyes. "Long, but it was great. How was yours?" He asks.

I nod. "Good." You answer.

Austin starts to take off his shoes. "I'm just gonna take a shower and then-" he pauses, his eyes now averting to the gift that's in front of him and you now smile, sitting on the edge of your seat.

Austin looks up at you in confusion. "What's that?" He asks slowly.

You look at the bag and then back at Austin. "A way of saying thank you when there's no other ways to say it." You reply simply.

Much to Austin's surprise he blinks again, reaching down to grab the gift bag. He shakes his head. "You really shouldn't have." He says as he slips into his slippers.

"It's not much," You warn. "I don't know anything of you yet, but hopefully you like it." You say.

Austin gives a small smile. "I'm positive, whatever it is, I'm gonna like it." He reassures you as he walks over to where you are in the living room.

You watch as Austin sits across from you on the other couch, now noticing just how long his legs are.

"What could it be..." He mutters to himself as he now looks down, his tired eyes glistening with a hint of curiousity and excitement.

"Don't expect much." You warn, calling out. Your stomach twists as you anticipate and lean forward in your seat. Somehow all of the happiness from buying your small items is starting to leave you and be replaced with doubt. What if Austin doesn't like it? What if the Cocoa bean smell makes him sick or what if he doesn't like the journal at all? You try to tell yourself that if anything, it's the thought that counts, and you're sure Austin will see it that way too, but you don't know for certain.

What if he actually hates it?

"Seriously, it's not a lot. Like, at all." You repeat. Whether those words are for him or to doubt yourself, you don't know.

Austin ignores you, ruffling through the wrapping paper. He dives in, eyes squinted as his hand goes to the bag and then takes out the cocoa bean waxlight candle. He smiles dropping the bag in his lap and holds it with both hands.

"Oh boy!" Austin smiles from ear-to-ear. He looks at you, his eyes bright and vibrant.

"This is incredible." He brings it to his nose and inhales, closing his eyes for a second before re-opening them. "This smells amazing, thank you so much." He says.

You tilt your head, giving a skeptical look. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it. I'm gonna light it in my room before I go to sleep tonight." Austin declares, placing the candle next to him on the couch.

"Thank you." He appreciates and then goes back to the bag. You can only watch in silence, choosing not to make a comment. Either Austin really likes the gifts, or he's a really great actor.

Austin goes back to the gift back and this time looks down and doesn't pick anything up blindly. He looks at the journal, a smile on his face before he picks it up and out of the bag.

"No way!" He says, looking at it. His fingers trace the cursive lettering of his name and I smile just seeing how much of a kid he looks like.

"I don't know if you journal or write but I just thought-" You start.

"This is the best gift in the world. I do journal, and I haven't had the chance to get a new one and I finished my previous one a week ago. How'd you even know I needed a knew one?" Austin asks in disbelief, shaking his head with a smile.

You pause. "I...didn't know." You say.

"Well, it was the perfect timing. Thank you so much, you really shouldn't have. Really." Austin says, putting the items back in the bag. He gets up from his seat and lets out a short laugh.

"Man, I can't believe it." He says, before looking at you.

"Is there any chance I can hug you, or something?" Austin asks.

You blink in confusion. You knew that maybe it was possible that Austin would've liked your gifts, but you weren't sure how much until right now, where his face resembles a little boy's getting his favorite toy at Christmastime. You nod, starting to stand as a smile breaks out on your own face.

"Yes, of course." You say, walking around the coffee table and standing to face him.

Austin shoots you a grin and then stretches his arms just as you do, and you hold on to him, just like you did that last night at the gas station. Austin squeezes you, as his long arms wrap around your back and you rest your chin against his shoulder, feeling a slight tickle of his stubble against your neck. You're not that shorter than him, you're above average height by a little, and somehow you find it nicer because your breathing patterns match his and his face is near your face. If you're to look up, you'd be looking right into his eyes, but for now you just enjoy being enveloped like you are in his embrace.

"Thank you so much." Austin says and you start to feel his grip loosen. You depart just at the same time he does, but he stays facing you, his large hands imprinted on your shoulders causing a type of weight but security nonetheless.

"It's not much." You say, and Austin shoots a smile.

"Keep saying that and maybe one day I'll believe you." He says. "But really, I'm so appreciative of this." He says.

You smile at him, looking into his intense eyes. "I'm glad you like them." You say.

You both stay there for a few awkward seconds of not saying anything, just staring at each other. You're not sure what it is, hie height, his smile, his hair, his eyes, how he looks at you, perhaps? You feel your face starting to heat up and your heart is beating a little bit faster than it should be.

You flicker your eyes down, trying to not let Austin catch you so flushed. "Um..." You start, though the words that's supposed to come out betray you and you're left saying nothing.

Austin somehow gets the memo as he finally let's go of your shoulders and takes a step back, flashing a smile. He doesn't seem to notice your red face or heavy breathing.

"I'm gonna go, shower." He excuses himself. You nod, quickly, going back to sit down.

"Did you already eat?" Austin asks, retrieving the gift bag that he left on the couch. He takes the handle and stands with it in his hand.

You nod. "Yes."

"Mm. Okay." Austin mutters before he holds the gift up and looks at you. "Thanks again." He says and you smile at him, watching him leave to his room.

The feeling you now are sitting with makes you confused. You're not sure of how you haven't noticed it the first time you left, maybe because you were panicking about who was following you, but Austin is a very attractive man. If you can manage your feelings and just leave it as so, then living with him will be harmless.

If not, however, which you have a strange feeling your feelings can't be managed, you can only pray for help in the days to come.

How is this your life?

[burninlovebutler]

GAH i didn't wanna do this bc im a gemini & i talk a lot if im unsupervised lol BUT YALL WERE POSTIN SOME SAPPY SHIT SO I WANTED TO JOIN (so sorry this is gonna be so long i apologize in advance)

this wasn't initially the road i was gonna take while talking about this but ofc if u read any of my writing or know me in any capacity, it shouldn't surprise you that we're getting sad lol

as i stood next to my partner watching the midnight fireworks last night, i had a fleeting thought -

16 year old me didn't think i'd still be here at 26 -

i didn't expect to still be on this earth in 2023

when i was around that age my home life was really shitty and abusive and lonely and my only saving grace at the time was the family i found within the one direction/5sos fandom. there were so many times then that my fandom friends saved me, literally.

i wouldn't be here today without them.

i stopped being in fandoms around 2016 and while i still have MANY long term close friends from that time, we all have gone our separate ways interest wise.

I didn't realize just how much i missed being a part of a community until i joined tumblr again. the austin/elvis fandom welcomed me with open arms & filled me with that same youthful joy and connection as i had when i was 16. and even BETTER bc this fandom has blown me away with how kind and gentle and loving it is

point is - i’m grateful that i AM still here, that i’ve been here long enough to meet you and experience this amazing fandom.

it's insane to me to think i would've never met some of the brightest stars of my days without walking into that theater that day. my year would've been so empty, lonely and sad without you all, so thank you all from the bottom of my cold lil heart - you all showed up in my life when i needed u the most

(something weird about this 1D -> Elvis/Aus pipeline is that when i went back to see the day i saw the movie the first time it was on July 23, aka the 1D anniversary 👀 lil weird)

i initially made this blog solely for my fanfic but i'm glad i branched out - though i still wanted to take the time to anyone who's interacted w my writings, even if it was just help with plot or moodboards. my heart skips a beat when my writing is a point of conversation.

thank you to the beauties who grace my dash everyday, even if we don't talk often 💖

@feverkitten @p-oolshark @pearlparty @avengen @presleys @mrsniallhoran505 @missmaywemeetagain @marooosa @eliseinmemphis @elvisabutler @lovininapinkcadillac @aconflagrationofmyown @austinsmutler @heartbrake-hotel @dre6ming @flwrs4aust @rosaminny @presleysdarling @woundmetender @rainydayz101 @ggwritesstuff @golden-kiwis @lattedreamer @weak-aesthetic @bcofl0ve

and of course to my almost daily babes, my days would be so empty without you all and my heart would be so deflated - i never thought i'd end up with a group like this

@succsessions @lllsaslll @cryingabtab @elvisfatass @loving-elvis @nora-nexus-34 @lavenderelvis @luluthesandgoose @powerofelvis @bisexualwvtson @samfangirls @lindszeppelin @infatuatedharleys @ab4eva @sagesolsticewrites @slowsweetlove @areacodefan @jelliedonut @steph-speaks @star-shard @foreverdolly @purejasmine @oh-my-front-door

and how could i ever forget the two that really roped me in @karamelcoveredolicity @troubleinapinksuit - even though it was through war, violence & lawsuits (lol) that our love was carved from, it is the most magical. i am so honored and so grateful to call you friends

one of my biggest goals for 2022 was to make new friends - ones who are reliable, kind, like-minded, supportive, generous, loving - because i was feeling so lonely & unloved, and to my surprise this goal was met ABUNDANTLY by you all, i really can not stress how much you all mean to me

extra special shout out to @bisexualwvtson for setting up the christmas card exchange, it was probably my favorite part of this holiday season - those cards made my whole christmas and i will cherish them forever

i love you all so much its DISGUSTING how much i love you - i don’t know how i would’ve made it through this year without you all - and it makes me so fucking sad when i think about all the memories that wouldn’t have happened without austin/elvis/you guys - it is because of you all that i have some of the best and happiest memories of this year, thank you ❤️

i hope that we are together for a long long time - i know that i am, i’m here for the long haul 💗 pls be in the nursing home with me breaking hips to Elvis songs

love, mel xx

(I APOLOGIZE IF IVE MISSED ANYONE I TRIED MY BEST TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING MY BRAIN IS TRASH SO IM SO SORRY PLS DONT BE OFFENDED IF I MISSED U I LOVE U)

[flwersgarden]

ﾟ𓏸  𔓕 LIV BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.

hello my angels, i am inviting you all to celebrate my nineteenth birthday with me !! i want to thank you all for continuously showing me love and support. i truly don’t deserve you guys but i am forever grateful. in order to show some of my gratitude, i want to share my special day with y'all!

links : masterlist, request rules + characters i write for.

rules : the celebration will only be available on the 14th of october. i can decline anything i am uncomfy with. you can send in as many requests as you like, just please make sure that you read the entire thing properly before sending it in and only one request per ask, please. 💖

𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 ; send me this for a love letter from yours truly (mutuals only).

𝙱𝙴𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙾 ; send me a small description about yourself for a ship from either elvis movie (2022), house of the dragon or an elvis presley era (must include fandom and preferred gender).

𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙴 ; send a ‘x reader’ au or trope with one of the characters i write for and i’ll make you a moodboard!

𝙻𝙸𝚅’𝚂 𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴𝚂 ; send me this emoji '🍒' for 3 random songs from my ‘most listened to’ playlist.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴 ; send me a character and a fluff or angst prompt for a small blurb.

𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 ; let’s play a game! (kmk, would you rather, this or that, hot or not).

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️— kmk: give me three characters and i will say ️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️if i would kiss, marry or kill them.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️— would you rather: ask me some difficult ️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️weird questions to answer!

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️— this or that: ask me to choose one thing!

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️— hot or not: tell me about your most weird ️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️celeb crush you have and i'll tell ️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️you if it's olivia approved. 🥸

tagging some mutuals!

@emmymaehereeeeee @venus-haze @butlerslut @kissingrhi @librafilms @ash-omalley @astral-eyed-cat @dre6ming @headfullofpresley @8hgel @la--petite--lune ❁્᭄͜͡

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Fantasia Tings

Anywayyyyyy in other news, I have a couple of tings to say -

1. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH WTF. I was so fucking terrified before posting ‘Throwing Punches’ because I had never written fanfic before and @adoresbutlers my Tumblr mama can attest to this. BUT y’all have shown so much sugar to all my fics so far and I am quite speechless but please know that y’all are extremely valued by me and I’m here for you whenever you need me.

2. So apparently, ‘The Agreement’ got a lot of love and I hear of a part 2 (yes I see you @glitteryteenwolftelevisionshoe @pennyroyalcreep @dre6ming @aconflagrationofmyown @pearlparty sorry I haven’t replied to your comments) and special mention here to @enchantinglyjade who also showed love and I AM REELING because ‘Milk & Honey’ has had me in a vice grip since day one. Anyway, I am here to confirm that there will be another part but please give it some time because I’m going to have to plan it out and I hadn’t done that originally.

3. For upcoming posts though, there are a few that I have lined up so far (in no particular order and requests are always welcome) - 

 - Austin Butler x Famous!Reader on Jimmy Fallon and Jimmy embarrasses and exposes the Reader about something that’s really really cute. (Fluff)

 - Austin Butler x Tattoo Artist!Reader where Austin wants to honour his time on the set of Elvis and comes in for a tattoo. (Smut)

 - Elvis Presley (or Austin!Elvis) x Pregnant!Reader who goes into labour and the delivery is...eventful. (Kinda fluff, probably a blurb)

 - Sebastian Kydd x Reader have a Subway Surfer competition but they’re both hella competitive. (Undecided)

 - Boyfriend!Austin Butler x Indian!Reader are at her sister’s Indian style wedding and Reader guides the white boy through all the events and brown family quirks. (Possible series I actually don’t know about this one yet)

Yeah so let me know what you guys think about these ideas and if any of them sound even kind of interesting.

4. Lastly, a shout out to my nearest and dearest - @adoresbutlers @presleysnotes @emmymaehereeeeee - I wouldn’t be writing without you guys.

Okay kissies for everyone

- Fantasia <3

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Would y'all like another chapter of trouble? I began writing one awhile back but never finished it, if so, let me know!

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Stage  fright

The fright series ~part I

Part II - ‘bed fright’ here

Pairing: Austin Butler!Elvis x fem reader

Warnings: cursing, smut, oral(f receiving) fingering, semi public sex, ( that’s all I hope)

Plot: Elvis met you working on his ‘68 comeback show, he feel for you instantly, at a celebratory party for the special he makes a move and you 2 become a thing. Later he shows you the Vegas stage and gives you and unforgettable orgasm to help ease his nerves

Word count:3392 I couldn’t stop 😭😭

Author’s note: this is the second time I write this, the first time around the app crashed and it didn’t save so I had to write it again. Also English is not my first language so I apologize for mistakes, please be kind. Request are open. Enjoy!!

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It was a strange thing to think about, the big Elvis Presley having stage fright? But he was in fact afraid of the stage, every time he got up there he felt his heart in his stomach and his thoughts traveled faster than he could keep up. His fast skyrocketing career didn't ease that fright. He loved to sing, but if he could just plant his voice on stage while he sat back and watched he would’ve been so happy. His fans didn’t know all this though, and they ate him up every time he got up there. They screamed, cried, danced, shook, all to the sound of his voice, his music, his art.

He often doubted himself and he believed it was all a dream, one from which he would wake up soon to find he was still that scrawny poor boy, form Tupelo Mississippi. He blamed all his success on luck, that thing he was sure of. He was lucky, but now it seamed to him like his luck had run out. In his mind at least.

Since ‘56 when all this crazy dream of his started, till now he had everything, everything but one thing, love. Seeing as the only woman he ever loved was his mom, who tragically died, she left him so heartbroken, he never wanted to feel that way again, so he didn’t. He indulged himself lovers to keep for a night or maybe a few nights, but it was always just raw pleasure, never love.

That was until a few months ago, when he met her, while working for the '68 comeback special, she was Steve Binder's assistant. He liked her instantly, there was just something about her, that made her stand out, even in a room full of glammed up dancers. She always carried a small notebook with her, she either had it in the pocket of her pants or in the waist line of her skirt. The gold pen she wore behind her ear, the one she used to write down in her notebook was the only piece of jewelry she wore. Her stature was that of a 5.6 feet girl who despite her height always wore flats, never heels, that intrigued him.

There were in fact many things about her, that intrigued him, her hair was another one of them. Her (h/c) hair was always neatly styled, she either wore it braided, in a ponytail or in a ballerina bun, he dreamed of seeing her hair cascade over her back. It also looked like it would be very soft, since she never seamed to put products in it. He also liked how shy she was, while also proving to be the smartest person in the room when so opens her mouth to speak, which was rare, in his presence at least.

Her voice sounded like warm honey, he remembers the first time he heard it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you mr Presley” she said as she lifted a shaky arm for him to shake, something not necessarily lady like, since men were supposed to kiss a woman’s hand, not shake it. He shook it nonetheless and he discovered her hand was warm, soft and sweaty with emotions probably. “Pleasure’s all mine darlin’”. That was the only interaction the two of them had for 2 weeks while he worked on the special, in those two weeks his time was split between singing on stage and dancing and when that was over he’d dream about her.

He often wondered if he would get a chance to talk to her, but the timing never seamed right. She was always running out and about, getting everything done for Steve and never in his presence. So he just kept hoping until the last day, but even as they filmed the last shot and shared drinks, she wasn't there. He wondered where she was, but didn't ask.

The next time he got to see her, was at the celebratory party on the 4th of December. Steve rented a bar for the whole staff, everyone was there, even people he'd never seen before, but his eyes searched the room for her. And then he found her. Sat in a dark corner, a true wallflower, she wore a beautiful green dress with a square neckline that showed enough cleavage to drive him crazy. That dress should've been illegal, it hugged all the right places, she was beautiful, well made, with enough meat on her bones to make him wish he could squeeze her every bit in his hands.

Her hair was the next thing that caught his eye, she had braided half of it and the rest hung loose in her back, he blinked and imagined what treading his long fingers through it felt like. She also didn't have her gold pen set behind her ear, instead she had beautiful gold, stud earrings, a pair to the gold bead that hung around her neck.

His feet carried him to her before he even realized he was walking. He sat next to her and gave her one of his most sincere side smiles. She looked at him and blushed looking down, he could see the blush creep up on her face, because she never wore makeup or if she did it was always in small quantities and to enhance the beauty she already had. "Evening ma'am, would you like a drink?" He asked as he motioned the bartender to come get their order. "Evening, sir, just a water, please." He ordered himself a gin tonic. While they waited he looked her up and down, god she was everything. "No need to call me sir, ma'am, just Elvis is fine by me" she blushed again and then started to play with a tissue in her hand. "Well in that case you should call me (y/n), ma'am makes me feel old." He smiled at what she said and had to bite down on his tongue not to ask her how old she was, cause she looked young.

Elvis wanted to talk more but didn't really know what to say, so they just sat there in silence. Until after drinking some of her water she surprised him. "What's your favorite season of the year?" She asked looking at him with big, curious eyes. He took a sip of his drink that had unfortunately gone warm in his hand and was no longer appetizing. He asked the bartender for a Coca-Cola, his favorite and the proceeded to answer. "Well I think summer, days are so much longer so me and the boys get to spend as much time are we want outside and because the night is also a lot more lively we get to carry some of the fun even after sunset" she listened to him very closely, he liked that, when people listened to him, really listened. "What about you darlin'?"

The way the pet name rolled on his tongue made her shiver like a cold gush of wind just passed her, but there was no wind, just him. She looked up at the ceiling like she was searching for the answer and then looked right back at him as she spoke "Winter, I like the cold, being curled up with a book by the fireplace, hot coffee in my hand. The snow, especially the snow, I miss it, we don't get it here in LA" she said it like she used to live somewhere else,he picked up on that so it was only natural that he ask. "You ain't from LA? Where're from, darlin'?" She drank some water and started playing with her necklace. "I'm from Chicago, I moved here for school." School? He was right she was smart. "What do you study at school?" She looked down at her feet. "Economics" he was once again impressed by her, she studied a field in which he thought mostly men get tangled. "And how did Steve manage to get someone so smart work for him?" He asked giggling. "It was a summer job and it paid well, I guess I did good so he told me to stick around."

She kept looking at her feet and silence fell between them once again. He couldn't help himself when his hand moved and with a long finger set under her chin he forced her to look et him. Her (e/c) eyes were so deep he could stare at them for the rest of his life. As they dragged unconsciously closer to each other, she pulled back, almost fell to the floor. Got up and left, he stayed frozen in place and the got up to go after her.

Elvis found (y/c) out in the dark alone, she was playing around with a pebble, pushing it around with the tip of her flats, again she chose not to wear heels. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked and startled her. (Y/c) looked up at him, even in the dark he could catch the glimmer in her eye. “I’m not what you’re looking for, sir.” She answered simply and kept looking down.

He took a few steps but kept the distance between them, he didn’t want her to feel more uncomfortable. He wanted to ask what she thought he was looking for, but he knew the answer, she thought he probably wanted a quick fuck, or an affair to last a few days. He did want to fuck her, but he wanted to fuck only her from now on, he couldn’t really explain it, but he felt it strongly.

He got closer, at the sound him moving she had lifted her head up and was now looking at him. “You’re beautiful!” He said before he was able to catch himself. (Y/c) laughed dry and looked away. “There’s a bar full a girls far more beautiful than I am” he shook his head, but she could see. “That ain’t right, they are beautiful in their way, but are beautiful in a way that I like, I only saw you in there.”

She quickly whipped her head around “Why me?” He didn’t have an answer for that, and while he was lost in his mind he absentmindedly tucked away a pice of hair, almost moaning out loud at the feeling of her hair in his fingers. She moved her hand to grab his wrist, he thought she wanted him to move the hand away, but before he could do it, she kept it in place and sank her face. She had such a small face compared to his hands.

He got his other hand up and now he was holding her head in his hands. She opened her eyes and looked at him, the silence that sat between them was calming. The both closed their eyes and began getting closer. When she felt his breath on her lips she spoke again. "I've never been kissed before" he understood what she was saying, she was giving him a first and it was clear she wanted loyalty. She wanted to kiss him badly, she wanted to give him, her first kiss as well as her every other one. "It's only you, you and me."

The truthfulnesses of his words made her stand on her tip toes and their lips touched. Butterflies filled he stomach and she felt like they took her flying in the sky, she felt light. He moved his hands to her waist and she hugged his neck. The kiss was slow, Elvis had never been kissed like this and he for sure never kissed anyone like this before. When the broke apart to breathe their foreheads stayed together and they both broke into laughter.

Second person pov

Now months later here you are, together in Vegas, where you followed him, after the colonel convinced him the best way to get the money for the world tour, was to sing in the new international hotel for 6 weeks. You learned to hate the colonel and advised Elvis against visiting him in the hospital a few weeks ago. He however cared too much about the old man and trusted him, but he was just a showman that bleed Elvis of every penny.

You now helped around with the books for money, seeing as his father really didn't do a good job, seeing how much money this family leaked made you sick. You convinced Elvis to drop the colonel and for a month it was all so calm, then the old vampire had to have a fucking heart attack so that Elvis would feel guilty and go see him. The leech convinced him to stay in business for a few more weeks and then part ways full of money.

You tried to tell him that there were other ways to get the money, but he said this was the fastest, which was true, but it smells rotten.

Nonetheless here you both are, in the show room at the international hotel. Elvis wanted to show you the stage and the big room where he was going to sing. You sat down at the edge o the stage, your head on his shoulder as he looked over the dimly lit room. “What if I can’t do it?” He asks you. You lift your eyes to look at him, but he avoids your eyes. “You’re so talented baby, of course you can do it, you’ll have them eating out the palm of you hand.”

You caress his face and he smiles a little at you. You press your lips to his and kiss. His hands suddenly grab your waist and put you on his lap, his left hand rest on you knee and his right one goes to the zipper of your dress. Slowly the dress falls and reveals your breasts, as his mouth travels to you neck. “Elvis, what if someone seas us?” He moves his hand up you thigh, his thumb brushing the soft skin, making you shiver in his arms. “I wouldn’t let anyone see my girl like this, baby, just me!”

He looks down at your breasts and tries to paint the image in his head, this is the first time he’s seen them. Sure it’s been 4 months and you two shared a room, but you took time to get to know each other and you never went further than kissing. He was fine with that, since the sleep he’s been getting ever since he met was better than anything, he even gave up his pills, cause if an insomnia episode were to strike you’d read to him till he fell asleep and if he had a nightmare you’d let him cry to you about it, until he felt peace.

“I trust you Elvis” and you did, but you were too high in love to realize he didn’t really have much power over who walked in there right now, but he prayed to god that his last bit of luck be consumed now. “God satnin I’m so lucky to have you” his hand was now all the way up your thigh and it played with the wet panties. You felt hot, so hot, and in between your legs you felt something new, you felt need.

When his thumb presses against your core you can’t help but moan. “Elvis…” he was busy kissing your nipple and as he finished with the right one he bit down on it a bit. “My god!” You said, hands in his hair keeping his face close to your chest, he copied the move to the left nipple and then he kissed you. A hungry hurried kiss. “I want to kiss you here!” He says as he cups you cunt over your damp panties. “There?” You ask

“Please satnin, you will feel so good, I promise!” You nod you head and he puts you from his lap back on the stage floor, pushing you back so you lay down. He kisses his way as he lifts the skirt of your dress up. Warm wet kisses paint your inner thighs and you moan and squirm, but he still hasn’t kissed where he promised. Hooking his fingers in the hem of you white panties he drags them down you feet. He puts them in the pocket of his pants and before you can squeeze your things together, he spreads your legs apart. “So beautiful, my baby, how did I get so lucky?”

He looks at you. “You’ll need to be quiet mama, I’ll make you feel real good, promise.” You nod biting your lip and fisting your dress as he lays down to be at eye level with your sex. He lick his lips, and then you feel it. His soft velvet lips around your clit. You arch your back and moan. “Elvis!” He gives you a lick and hums, you wait for the next one, but it doesn’t come. “Baby you gotta be quiet, I can’t kiss you if you call everyone to come watch” blushing you look away. “Sorry” you say and then you feel his lips again

This time as the need to moan comes you swallow it down. As his mouth is busy with your clit, licking and sucking, one of his fingers plays at your hole. As he enters you the new sensation has you legs trembling. “Mhm lil’ mama such a tight fit, my good girl” he says and you grab a fist full of his hair. He moans against you and the vibrations go straight through you. He starts moving his finger in and out of you, curling it up at that one spot. Tears form in your eyes as you involuntary grind you pussy on his face.

He used his free hand to play with your nipples, committed to giving you as much pleasure as possible. He wanted you first orgasm to be unforgettable, so he used every tick in the book. He was also grinding his hips into the floor, desperate for some friction as his erection was almost painful. When he was finished with you here, he will take you up to you share suite and you if you wanted to keep going he would do it, but if you didn’t he would simply get in the shower and take care of himself. “Elvis baby, I f-feel…” you feel a knot in your tummy and you needed release.

“I know satnin, relax for me!” As he moves his finger faster, sucking and licking on you clit, pinching you nipples, he feels it. Your first orgasm. “Oh god…” as pleasure washes over you he doesn’t slow down, prolonging the feeling. “So good for me!” He says and gets up removing his finger, which he then licks clean. “You taste like honey mama” he says.

As you pull your skirt down, he’s suddenly up on his feet and lifts up with him, quick fixing your dress putting your breasts back in their hiding. You notice, Steve Binder, over Elvis shoulder and you feel such embarrassment that you wish the earth would just swallow you whole.

“EP, what are you doing man?” Steve asks as he approaches the two of you. “Oh you know just showing (y/n) the stage, trying to shake away some of the stage fright” Elvis answers quickly, just then, Steve’s pager goes off. “Gotta go, can’t wait to see you tonight EP. Save me a spot next to you (y/n)” you don’t get to answer as he’s already out the door.

Elvis turns to you and hugs you waist as you slap his chest playfully. “One minute earlier and he would’ve seen us, Elvis!” You try to be serious, but you can’t really be, you’re still on cloud 9 from you orgasm. He chuckles lightly as he brings his lips close to your ear. “Did it feel good, baby?” He’s smirking, he knows it felt good. “Yes” you say turning read from head to toe. “That’s only a little glimpse at how good I can make you feel mama.” He speaks as his breath travels along your spine leaving goosebumps. “So show me all of it mr Presley” it’s his turn for his skin to get covered in goosebumps as your words sink in. He shivers and kisses you tenderly. “Let’s go up satnin, I’ll show you!”

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Lullaby

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x fem reader

Warnings: insomnia, fluff

Plot: no mater how tired you are, your brain won’t shut up and let you go to sleep, so Elvis helps you out

Word count: ~900

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You feel your bones heavy with sleep and your muscles stiff with exhaustion, but still your mind was alert. Your brain was jumping from one thought to another, playing some tunes here and there, so you were tossing and turning in your king sized bed, swinging your arms and legs, angrily punching and kicking the mattress underneath you. Opening your eyes and looking to your right side to see Elvis sleeping like a baby, mouth slightly open, small snoring sounds coming out, you suddenly feel your anger grow. It was unfair that he got to sleep so soundlessly and you were succumbed to begging your brain to shut up.

Sighing loudly, hoping that maybe it would wake Elvis and then maybe he'd be able to do something about your current state of insomnia. But he didn't even flinch, deep in the realm of dreams. You huff, throwing the blankets off of you and deciding to go make some tea. As you descend the stairs form your bedroom to the kitchen you look at the big clock hanging on the wall and see that it's 3:35 am in the morning, you have now been trying to sleep for more then three hours. Shaking your head you try to stumble into the dark kitchen, avoiding to turn on the lights, knowing that will only alert your brain even more. The level of annoyance you feel, only grows when you open up the tea box to find it completely empty. You had been fighting insomnia for a good period of time now, so you have been making tea a lot more the usual, so that explains the current lack of it. Putting the box back in the cupboard, you bite your tongue so you don't scream, but you know for sure you'll be crying by the time you get back in bed.

With heavy steps you make your way to the the bedroom and when you sneak through the door, you're met with a visibly agitated Elvis, staring at empty left side of the bed. When the floor squeaks underneath your weight, his head snaps in your direction. That's all it takes for the tears, that have been welling up in your eyes, to roll down your cheeks in a cascade. "Baby, what's wrong?" Elvis jumps from the bed and comes in front of you, holding your face in his big hands. His thumbs caress your cheeks trying to get ahead of the tears falling down as his worried blue eyes look you up and down. "I- " your voice breaks and you want to slap yourself for waking him up, you know how tired he is and how hard it is for him to fall asleep as well. "Satnin, tell me what can I do?" He asks in a soft tone, almost whispering so his usually loud and strong voice doesn't scare you.

“I can’t fall asleep.” He hugs you tight, moving his hands down your body, until they reach the back of your thighs. Elvis lifts you and you wrap yourself around him, tangling you fingers in his soft black hair. Taking a deep breath, the smell of musk and pepper fills your lungs, making your heart go slower. He walks you to your shared bed and carefully sits down, with you on top of him. “You should’ve woken me up sooner, birdy” he says kissing you head. You close your eyes resting your cheek on his chest above his heart, listening to the rhythmic sound of it, sometimes you could swear that his heart beat to the same rhythm as the music he so much loved. “I didn’t want to disturb you, you looked so peaceful.” You say slowly, feeling the warmth of his body lull you to sleep already.

“I’m never peaceful when I know my little one is hurting” he massages your back, Elvis’s big hands, working the knots in your muscles. You sigh as he starts humming a song, the vibrations of his chest making you relax against his warm figure. “I love you Elvis.” You yawn the declaration and he can’t help but chuckle a bit at how you’re struggling to stay awake. “I love you too, my darlin’ (y/n)” you name sounds like warm honey out of his mouth and the way his fingers work on your tired body, makes it hard for your brain to fight the darkness that it’s slowly creeping at the edge of your consciousness. Elvis keeps on singing to you softly, stopping every now and then to kiss the top of your head and soon you can no longer push the sleep away, so you fall asleep on top of him, listening to the beat of his heart and the quiet humming of his voice, limbs draped over his sides, as his hands keep on caressing your body.

Not long after, Elvis’s hands come to a halt and his voice slowly dies down as sleep washes over him as well. He can feel your breath fan over his chest though the silk pajama shirt he wore and your snores made his heart fill with joy, he hated seeing you cry. He took one last look at you , through hooded eyes and fell asleep kissing your hair and hugging your waist.

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The delicate beginning rush

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Pairing Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 hi Barbie ! 💘

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austinfans: why did she cut his face like that 😭😭

⤷y/n4real.2002: austinfans he's just ken

⤷austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 anywhere else I'd be a 10 😔

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler what a drama queen 🙄

fan1: I love them they are so fun for no reason at all 😭😭

fans.of.aus: hi Barbie

barbiemovie: hi Barbie 👋

roxanne.02_b1tch: gorgeous spectacular showstopper 😮‍💨 I bow 🙇‍♀️ to you my friend

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch oh my lord

fan28: so iconic

fans.of.y/n: I love how she dressed him up🤣🤣

austinbutler: fans.of.y/n I dress myself thank you very much

austinbulter: actually I would like to come here and say that she's the best stylist I have ever had 🤗🤗

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler thank u 😮‍💨

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 actually I would like to say that you stole my phone, you know I don't use emojis like that

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler guilty ✋😔🤚

fan94: haha I'm dying 😭😭

foxnews

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foxnews Y/n and boyfriend Austin Butler seen in the vip tent at the Eras tour on night 5 in L.A. #taylorswifterastour

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fan13: what could this mean😩

taytayfan: their outfits are so reputation coded 😭

clown13: get in the car looser we're going clowning

fans29: oh my gosh they look so sweet

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tay.13: what if Taylor is going to announce a new re-record tonight 🥶😨

fan94: I can't wait to see more of them at the concert

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 see you in Paris and Germany and England and then some more, I'm so ready for 2024 🥰🥰 thank you Taylor this is dream

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austinbutler: I'm so proud of you baby 💜🧶

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler 🧶💜

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raoxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 you better get me tickets 😡

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch if you're nice sure

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⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift 🤗

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austinbutler

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austinbutler: happy birthday to my sweet girl, my heart beats in your name 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: For you alone, I think and plan💜🧶

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 i love you truly

fan49: not the persuasion quote 😩 they are so cute I love them

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tchalamet: aw happy 22nd sis, I'm watching you Butler, like a hawk 🦅

⤷ austinbutler: tchalamet understood

roxanne.02_b1tch: 😤😤 try all you want Butler, I'm the love of her life

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ha8s.all: 22 and 32?!! 🧐 kinda sus

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fan584: I’m so here for them being a bit more public

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002  💜🧶 eight

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austinbutler: love you my darling 💜🧶

roxanne.02_b1tch: best bridesmaid ever 🥰

⤷ joshuabassett: roxanne.02_b1tch i second that, best groomsman also in the picture here

⤷ y/n4real.2002: joshuabassett and roxanne.02_b1tch the cutest bride and groom I've ever seen

fan93: omg omg Roxanne and Joshua got married 😨😨 I'm so happy for them🥰🥰

fan.of.austin: Austin & Y/n when's your turn? 🧐

fan13: fan.of.austin tbh I think they might be married already

⤷ y/n4real.2002: fan13 no 🤣

fan930: Ah hell no, she's so unhinged

news.hour

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news.hour rumor has it out favorite couple tied the knot over the weekend. Their engagement apparently lasted a year and the ring has been placed in plane sight. Read more http/y/n&austin.finally-married-www.com

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fan1: I'm pretty sure they wanted it be a secret, this is kinda disrespectful to them

hater.2005: wonder why so secretive about it

fan29: I'm so happy for them

fan4: the ring is so beautiful

⤷ austin-fan: fan4 it was his mom's 🥺

fan594: I hope the tell us soon enough and share some photos

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y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 the cat is out of the bag  - 08.13.2032 my love 🧶💜

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austinbutler: my sweet love, here's to forever with you 💜🧶

tchalamet: I'm so happy for you

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best speech ever

taylorswift: timeless 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift thank you for writing such a beautiful song

billieeilish: best cake I've ever tasted

roxanne.02_b1tch: I'm so happy

fan29: I'm crying all the rumors were true 😭

fan45: she looks stunning, I can't wait to see more

austinbutler

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austinbutler my best girls 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: the best dad ever, we love you 💜🧶

tchalamet: no2 already 😨 ?! I'm so excited

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best uncle ever

⤷ roxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 what about best aunt? 🤨

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch my god 🙄🤣

fan3: I'm so happy for them 😭

fan5: omg and it's another girl 😭😭 I'm so happy for them

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler did you just reveal the gender of our baby?! How did I miss that 😭

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 I'm so sorry 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler that's ok 😔 we're just getting old

fan.03: they keep being so funny for no reason 🤣😭

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