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exactly, we're an old soulmates who found each other AND OUR HOUSE WILL BE FILLED WITH AUSTIN AND AUSTIN ONLY

Me and @eternal-love when we realize we live miles away and can't yap and freak about Austin

GIRL LET'S JUST BOOK TICKETS AND FLY TO EACH OTHER

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Me and @eternal-love when we realize we live miles away and can't yap and freak about Austin

GIRL LET'S JUST BOOK TICKETS AND FLY TO EACH OTHER

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.....need him.

This man would look hot when wearing a trash bag while sitting on a toilet

Dare to tell me I am wrong...

He is eating, from a plastic container, and is giving me special feelings...

The long fingers, the sultry look, the muscles showing in his underarm...

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𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑? | Austin Butler

• Summary : Y/n is a little disappointed when Austin is about to shave his beard, but in the end she doesn't mind at all.

• Pairing: Austin Butler x female reader

• Warning : fluff, does like mentions of shaving someones beard count, lol?

• Note : For Austin's beard lovers, because @eternal-love and I LOVE Austin with beard

You follow the sound coming from the bathroom because you don't see Austin anywhere. You quietly step towards the slightly open door and see Austin standing in front of the sink, looking in the mirror.

He grabs his shaving cream and razor which leads to one thing and one thing only — he will shave his beard. Not that you don't like him without a beard, but he's incredibly handsome with one.

Stepping into the bathroom, you try to stop before he does anything. "You’re really going to shave it?" you ask, standing in front of Austin. He looks at you confusedly, raising hus eyebrow.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Because I love it! It’s like… part of you now." you admit and Austin smirks. "Oh, so you love it?" he whispers with his deep voice, pulling you closer. You lean against the sink, and wrap your arms around his waist.

"So you also love... this?" he pulls your face closer to his. He starts rubbing his beard against your cheeks, making you laugh. "Austin, that tickles!" you try to escape his grip and he continues.

"It'll grow back, baby," Austin stops. "Besides, I always thought you like me better without." You moved out of his way so he could get to the sink. "You look great either way, but–"

"But...?" he asks as he puts a shaving cream on his face. "But… who’s going to keep me warm in the winter if you shave that thing?" at this Austin smiles, his eyes open wide. "What do you mean? I’m still here!"

"No, I know, but the beard is my emotional support fur," you take the razor in your hand, your other hand travelling to support his head as you want to help him. "Emotional support fur?" Austin, laughs. He eventually picks you up, making you sit on the edge of the sink counter.

"Mhm, you're like a teddy bear with them," You run the razor down his cheeks in slow strokes, his skin remains bare, without the beard. He watches you, every movement that you do. You smile when you notice him staring.

"All done!" you say, jumping off the sink. Austin finishes it with small adjustments, washing his face with water. After, he takes the aftershave balm and rubs it into his glowy skin. "I can’t decide if I want to kiss you… or mourn the beard."

"Kiss me, obviously." Austin pulls you into his arms. You start to peck kisses all over his cheeks, that are now smooth and soft. Austin giggles and finally catches you to kiss you too — but now on your lips.

"I love ya, both ways," you admit. "As you should, Y/l/n."

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𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑜ℎ, 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 | A. Butler

• Summary : When Y/n decides to decorate the Christmas tree, Austin do nothing but teases her about it. But in the end, it's the most magical moment of the day.

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings : fluff, typos

The living room of yours and Austin's house is a mess of tangled tree lights and half-open ornament boxes. You’re kneeling by the Christmas tree, carefully hanging ornaments on the lower branches, while Austin stands behind you, with a mischievous grin, his hands crossed on his chest.

"You know, you’re supposed to spread the ornaments out? There's really a lot of space on the tree, darling." he teases, stepping closer to look over your shoulder. "Not just put them all on one side."

You glare at him playfully, standing up. "Excuse me, Mr. Christmas tree expert, why don't you go and help me then?"

Austin smirks, standing dramatically. "I’m saving my special talent for the finishing touches." You toss a piece of tinsel in his direction, which he catches. "Oh, really? And what’s the Special talent?"

"The star," he says as he points to the golden tree topper laying on the table. “It’s tradition, isn't it?. The best decorator gets to put it on top, ya know."

You laugh, standing up to face him. You wrap your arms around his neck. "Well, then I hate to break it to you, but this is clearly my tree. I’ll be putting the star on top!"

Austin laughs almost defiantly. "You think so?" he frowns, his hands traveling to hold your hips. "There’s only one way to decide."

"And that is...?"

Before you can say anything else, Austin picks you up effortlessly, his arms around your waist as he lifts you off the ground. "There! Now you can put it up," he says, laughing as you cling to his shoulders.

"Austin Robert Butler! Put me down right now!” you laugh, unable to resist how tightly his strong hands hold you.

"Not until you put the star on, doll," he insists, grabbing the star from the table and holding it out to you. "Go on. Did you want to put it there or not?"

Shaking your head but smiling, you take the star and carefully place it on the highest branch. Austin sets you down gently, his hands lingering on your waist as you both step back to admire the tree.

"It’s so perfect," he says softly, slipping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close, for a hug.

"It is," you agree, melting into him. The silver lights twinkle, reflecting off the ornaments, and for a moment, everything feels so magical and so unreal.

"You know what would make it even perfecter?" Austin turns to you, his eyes sparkling. "What?" you smile up at him.

Without a word, he leans down, cups your face in his hands, and presses a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, he smiles widely. "Now it’s perfect enough."

You giggle, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you stand there in the glow of the Christmas tree. And you can't love this moment more, knowing that you're celebrating Christmas with the person you love the most.

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𝐵𝑒𝑑𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Y/n's and Austin's daughter is having a hard time sleeping, and all she wants to do is dance with her daddy.

• Pairing : dad! Austin Butler x mom! reader

• Warnings : none, fluff and maybe typos

• Guide : y/d/n means your daughter's name

The living room is filled with soft light of a lamp and light from TV you and Austin are watching. All around on the floor are discarded toys that your three year old daughter played with before you put her to bed.

You lie tiredly next to Austin, his arm around your shoulder. You have something to do to stay awake because your daughter is tireless and is probably the most active child, which is making you incredibly tired but happy.

The quiet hum of the TV is broken by the sound of your y/d/n's room door being opened. With concern, both you and Austin, look in the door, where you can hear the small footsteps approaching the living room.

As soon as you see y/d/n, you absolutely melt. Her hair are messy, wearing her floral pyjama. She rubs her eye with one hand and holds her favorite stuffed dog in the other. "Mama, dada, I can't slweep."

"Ohh, poor baby girl," Austin sits down, taking her on his lap. "How so you can't sleep, sweetie?" you ask, smoothing her wild blonde hair with your hand. She's the true copy of Austin. Beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair and the cutest little nose.

"I wanna dance, mama!" You and Austin exchange smiley face. Ever since she saw Austin as Elvis, and his breathtaking dance movements, she wanted to be like him. "But you should be sleeping, little princess,"

"Dada, dance with me?" Austin looks at you, questioningly, but you nod. "Alright, but you'll go back to sleep afterwards, okay?" Y/d/n throws her hands in the air, cheering.

You can see her as Austin's twin. And you love her even more for that — because she looks like someone you love so much. Austin searches up for Y/d/n's favorite song from him as Elvis which is Trouble.

As soon as the song starts playing, the little one starts jumping and sway her hips, almost like Austin did during this performance. "Dada, dance wit' me!" Austin laughs, almost too shy to dance in front of his wife and daughter.

"Nobody told me we'd be performing in front of mommy today!" he exclaims, taking y/d/n from the floor, so that she 'flies' in the air. And as soon as But if you're gonna start a rumble don't you try it on alone part comes, Austin switches into his Elvis dance mode.

You can't help but laugh, recording this cute moment as Austin and her dance together, the room filled with laughter and giggles. "Dance like Elvis, daddy!" y/d/n smiled, admiring the way Austin dances. You watched this whole scenario with full heart.

This is the life you and Austin have dreamed of. You, him and the little family that the both of created. Dancing tired y/d/n, so a moment later she fell asleep in Austin's arms.

Austin gets up and goes to put her back in her bed. When he comes back he sees your grin. "What are you smiling at?" he asks, sitting on the couch. "You have perfect dance moves." you tease him, as he pulls you closer.

"Ya know, Elvis' dance skills ate unforgettable," he looks in your eyes. "But we should try make y/d/n brother, so you have someone to dance with, too."

"Austin!!" you slap his shoulder playfully. "Behave a little."

"C'mon, you love me tho," Austin kisses you. "I do love you. I love both of you so much."

"I love my girls too."

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GIRL I'M IM TEARS 😭😭😭

what I wouldn’t give to be in church this Sunday…

a little Elvis edit I made to Sun Bleached Flies. I thought it fit him perfectly!

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Good Morning Austin Girls!

Theme 793: a man, a gentleman

GMAG! Tag List:

Sometimes tags work sometimes they don’t!

If you want to be added to the tag list, please send me a message.

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OH NO, BUSTED

(I did 😭😭😭)

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Austin and Y/n make gingerbread cookies, and have the absolutely amazing time together!

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings: just fluff, probably like Austin flirting

Last Christmas by Wham! soundly fills the kitchen as you're preparing the dough for gingerbread cookies you decided to do this Christmas. The sweet scent of gingerbread flows through the air, and you sway, vibing to the music.

All of sudden you feel a strong arms wrapping around your waist. It was Austin of course, who is too bored because his girl is busy, baking. You feel Austin's chest on your back, as he kisses you on the neck.

"That smells really sweet," he says, pressing another kiss on your neck. "Just like you," Another kiss. "And looks even better," Another kiss, on the other side of your neck. "Just like y-"

"How about you just stop and help me, bubba?" You turn to face him, and he nods, still presses another kiss now on your lips. You have rolled out the dough into a flat sheet from which you will cut out shapes.

Austin takes the gingerbread man one, and starts cutting it. As you watch him with one eye, inconspicuously, you can see he still needs some practice cutting it out. "Babe, that’s not a gingerbread man. That’s a…gingerbread blob.”

"Excuse me? He’s an abstract art.” Austin points at the gingerbread man proudly. "Fine, Picasso. But his leg just fell off."

"He’s a war hero! I'll fix it." you can't help but laugh. Austin tries to connect the dough to the rest, but eventually makes it even worse. "You're sure you don't need help?" you ask.

"Don't underestimate me, Y/l/n!" The two of you spend few minutes cutting out the cookies, baking them and especially having the best time together. From time to time you catch Austin eating the dough.

"Austin, baby, don't eat the dough! It has raw eggs in it!" you playfuly slap his hand, making him stop. "But it's so good tho," Austin makes puppy eyes at you. "If you'll get sick, I won't take care of you —"

"Yes, you will," he pulls you closer to him, after you put the baking sheet with the last gingerbread cookies in the oven. "You love me."

"Yeah, yeah. I do love you, Butler." you kiss him, as he holds you close. You feel so much of love and warmth fill the kitchen, as you do what you've always dreamed of. Spending Christmas with someone you love so much.

"We should clean it a little bit here, doll. We kind of made a mess—"

"Kind of? Babe, the kitchen looks like a blizzard hit it.”

"Worth it though. This is my new favorite Christmas tradition.”

"Even more than decorating the tree?"

"Definitely. You can’t eat ornaments." You laugh, and start to clean the kitchen with Austin. The both of you spend rest of the day watching movies, drinking some hot chocolate and enjoying the Christmas time together.

"I love you, Y/n." Austin says, cuddling you in the blanket. "I love you even more, babe."

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𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Austin and Y/n make gingerbread cookies, and have the absolutely amazing time together!

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings: just fluff, probably like Austin flirting

Last Christmas by Wham! soundly fills the kitchen as you're preparing the dough for gingerbread cookies you decided to do this Christmas. The sweet scent of gingerbread flows through the air, and you sway, vibing to the music.

All of sudden you feel a strong arms wrapping around your waist. It was Austin of course, who is too bored because his girl is busy, baking. You feel Austin's chest on your back, as he kisses you on the neck.

"That smells really sweet," he says, pressing another kiss on your neck. "Just like you," Another kiss. "And looks even better," Another kiss, on the other side of your neck. "Just like y-"

"How about you just stop and help me, bubba?" You turn to face him, and he nods, still presses another kiss now on your lips. You have rolled out the dough into a flat sheet from which you will cut out shapes.

Austin takes the gingerbread man one, and starts cutting it. As you watch him with one eye, inconspicuously, you can see he still needs some practice cutting it out. "Babe, that’s not a gingerbread man. That’s a…gingerbread blob.”

"Excuse me? He’s an abstract art.” Austin points at the gingerbread man proudly. "Fine, Picasso. But his leg just fell off."

"He’s a war hero! I'll fix it." you can't help but laugh. Austin tries to connect the dough to the rest, but eventually makes it even worse. "You're sure you don't need help?" you ask.

"Don't underestimate me, Y/l/n!" The two of you spend few minutes cutting out the cookies, baking them and especially having the best time together. From time to time you catch Austin eating the dough.

"Austin, baby, don't eat the dough! It has raw eggs in it!" you playfuly slap his hand, making him stop. "But it's so good tho," Austin makes puppy eyes at you. "If you'll get sick, I won't take care of you —"

"Yes, you will," he pulls you closer to him, after you put the baking sheet with the last gingerbread cookies in the oven. "You love me."

"Yeah, yeah. I do love you, Butler." you kiss him, as he holds you close. You feel so much of love and warmth fill the kitchen, as you do what you've always dreamed of. Spending Christmas with someone you love so much.

"We should clean it a little bit here, doll. We kind of made a mess—"

"Kind of? Babe, the kitchen looks like a blizzard hit it.”

"Worth it though. This is my new favorite Christmas tradition.”

"Even more than decorating the tree?"

"Definitely. You can’t eat ornaments." You laugh, and start to clean the kitchen with Austin. The both of you spend rest of the day watching movies, drinking some hot chocolate and enjoying the Christmas time together.

"I love you, Y/n." Austin says, cuddling you in the blanket. "I love you even more, babe."

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OKAY, OKAY, GIRL IT'S LIKE YOU'RE READING MY MIND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FRICKIN' WONDERFUL AND I'M ABSOLUTELY DYING

hey girly! i feel like you've been writing a lot of angsty fics lately. so i've decided to give you a fluffy request!

maybe you can write a fic, it can be austin or austin!elvis, and reader and him are celebrating their marriage anniversary!

love u much, ur amazing! 💝��

VENUS

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Fem!reader

Summary: You weren’t able to celebrate your anniversary but a year later, Elvis makes up for that.

Warning: just the colonel

Note: I’m a whore for 60s!elvis do this is obviously set in the 60’s. I know it’s short but I really liked it, I hope that my girl likes it too! Love ya, girl!!! @ilovereadingfanfics

I’m so sick too, like omg. But this is what my sickness allowed me to write.

The last year had been rough, too many movies, albums, everything going on with the colonel, you didn’t get the chance to celebrate your first wedding anniversary.

But now, March 1967, you were in Palm Springs, finally resting.

“My favorite woman.” Elvis’ voice rang through your ears, his accent like honey. You smiled at him, he sat on a chair by your side and patted his very own lap. “C’mere, satnin.”

You obeyed, walking over and sitting on his lap. Your arms around his neck.

“Do the guys need to be here for our anniversary?” You asked. Look, he brought not only the Memphis Mafia but his father and his grandmother.

You had expected a romantic getaway, private, so that you two could get— comfortably intimate.

“You know that I like to included ‘em on everything, baby.” Elvis purred, he didn’t like it when you wanted to talk bad about his friends. Or the fact that they were always there.

“I know.” You tried to convince yourself that you enjoyed their presence. That it didn’t bother you. But it did, it always did. You wanted your husband for yourself, not being interrupted by a man every five minutes.

“Just get all dolled up for tonight. Tease your hair to the high heavens. Wear them pretty lashes.” Elvis rubbed your cheek, you felt the cold of his rings against your skin.

You, of course, listened to what he said and got dressed up the way he liked you. With the big black hair, the bold eye look. The pretty matching outfit.

You knew he was wearing a baby blue turtleneck so you opted to wear a baby blue shift dress.

“A bit tight, isn’t it?” Elvis spoke from the doorframe, making you startle.

“Elvis!” You said, both against him scaring you and making that comment.

“It’s the truth, satnin. Ya are packing up…” Elvis crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“I know.” You huffed, the dress still fit but it wasn’t as loose as it was supposed to be.

“Imagine how gorgeous you would look pregnant, satnin.” Elvis wrapped his arms around you, oh, he adored you. “But all of this, is thanks to Mary’s food. Ain’t it?”

“I suppose is true.” You sighed. “E, I wanted to talk to ya about sumthin’-“

“Ah. They’re waitin’ down the hall. C’mon, I have sumthin’ for ya too.” He interrupted you. You nodded and looked at yourself one last time.

As you walked behind him, everyone was gathered in the living room. Clapping and cheering you both. But your whole focus was on your man, on Elvis. And how attractive he looked.

You say by his side as everyone moved around, Jerry pulled out his video camera and started recording.

“See, now this…” Elvis pulled a box from beneath the cushion. You opened it and it was a bracelet, it had Elvis’ name carved in it. “So that everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Elvis, I think everyone knows that.” You joked as you kindly accepted the thoughtful anniversary gift. “But I love it.”

He helped you put it on, you turned to look at Jerry, who was recording, and you proudly showed off not only your brand new gold bracelet, but your hug wedding ring. Also pulling Elvis’ hand so that he showed his too, you were proud of being Elvis’ wife.

He chose you!

“An anniversary gift for my boy and his wife.” The colonel said, he was a horrid distaste for you. You took too much time and attention, when in reality, it was viceversa.

He took your Elvis from you all the time. Always working like a damn mule. Like a slave on a mine. But you couldn’t say anything about it, it was men’s business as Elvis called it.

“It’s a beautiful trophy, colonel. I appreciate it.” You smiled, it had ‘happy one year!’ Engraved on a golden plate. Elvis held it proudly on his big hands, his smile cheekier than ever.

“Look at that, satnin. One year, one damn year. Imagine how the the tenth one will look.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your neck. Jerry made sure to keep that on video tape. “Goin’ strong!” He made sure to extend your hand, this time he wanted to show you off, you were his, his bride, his love, his satnin.

You felt proud, a year anniversary ain’t something easy.

“When are ya gonna start popping out babies?” Elvis’s grandmother said. Obviously joking, but everything Dodger said held some truth to it.

You didn’t know if you say it or not. But everyone stared at you, as if they were actually expecting an answer, hell, even Elvis got flabbergasted.

“Pretty soon, actually. Right now I’m pregnant.” You blurted out, maybe it was that you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

There was a silence between everyone on the living room, until Elvis hugged you tightly.

“So there’s where those extra pounds come from.” He said excitedly. “I’m gonna be a daddy! Ya hear that, daddy? You’re gonna be a white-haired grand daddy!”

You smiled excitedly as he kissed your cheek over and over, his hand on your jaw.

“We’re gonna be parents.” You smiled, chuckling too.

“Ya hear that? Another little thing will be mine forever. Ain’t it? A little girl! Imma spoil her rotten. Imma buy her the best damn nursery Memphis has seen. Daddy, colonel. Make sure to buy the best of the best for my baby.”

Elvis was so excited. She hoped that the baby would look like you. But also like him. With sunlight in their hair, stars in their eyes, the brightest smile, cute little laugh. And he wanted a girl. A girl would be perfect.

He prayed to Venus, to god, to whoever was listening, that the baby had all the charms of you and him, that could chuckled and giggle whenever he hugged them or kissed their chubby cheeks.

It wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

“I’ll give ‘em all the love that I can give while I live, satnin, I promise you that.” Elvis whispered to you that night, his hand never leaving your stomach.

Make my wish come true.

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I have the urge to write something Elvis! Austin related 😭🫨

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Me, waiting for @eternal-love and @ilovereadingfanfics to wake up, because we live in different time zones and I miss them way too much already

LOVE YA GURLS 🫵🏼🫶🏻

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𝐾𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Austin and reader move into their very first house together and they can't get enough of thinking about their future in it, and making it feel like home!

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings: idk maybe fluff, prob some grammar mistakes

The key turns in the lock with a satisfying click, and the door swings open. Rays of golden light are spilled on the floor, and the house feels empty yet so full.

You step inside first, fingers trembling a bit as you hold the key tightly in your hand. Austin follows behind you, carrying an armful of moving boxes with a grin so wide.

This is your very first house with Austin, and it feels like a dream come true to live this moment . “Well,” Austin says, looking around at the empty space, “what do you think? It’s all ours... Only ours.”

You turn to him face him, your eyes so soft, filled with excitement. “It feels… big. And kind of empty, I would say.”

“Give it a week,” he laughs, setting the boxes down. “You’ll fill it with your candles, your books… your vibe.” He pulls you closer to him, making you laugh.

“Ahem... You meant our vibe,” you correct Austin, kissing him. As you walk to the middle of the room you start imagining how this house will look when it's fully furnished and decorated. “This is going to be our home, Aus. The first one we’ve ever had that’s really ours.”

The next few days are filled with furniture deliveries, endless trips to the store, and assembling more and more furniture than you ever thought is possible. This afternoon, you are trying to piece together a chair. Austin sits cross-legged on the floor, reading the instructions upside down.

“This thing is trying to frickin' destroy us.” you mutter, tightening a bolt that refused to stay in place. “It’ll take more than this chair to break us,” Austin teases. But when it finally clicks together, he raises both hands triumphantly. “Hallelujah! First chair in the first house. It’s practically an artifact–"

You giggle and stand up, gesturing dramatically to the half-furnished living room. “Our palace grows, chair by chair. Soon, we’ll even have a whole couch, hah.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Austin jokes, pulling you into a hug.

The first night you officially move in, Austin and you sprawl a mattress on the floor, being surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, as the bed hads’t arrived yet. He eventually sets up a TV in front of the mattress, and both of you lay down in soon-to-be your bedroom.

“I could get used to this,” Austin says, leaning back against the pillows and tilting his head toward you. You grin, nudging his foot. “This whole laying-on-the-floor thing?”

“No,” he replies, his voice warm. Austin turns to face you, pressing a quick but soft kiss on your lips. “You. Us. This whole house.” He pauses, his gaze shifting to the empty wall across from you.

“Can you picture it?" he asks, reaching out his hand to hold yours. "A little gallery wall over there. Maybe a tiny Christmas tree in the corner of the living room when the holidays come. You baking cookies and I will help you,"

"Help me by eating them before they even get cool down?" you interrupt him. "Sure. With you, love, I'll do anything you would wish." he pulls you closer to his chest, kissing you passionately.

You, of course, lean more closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “I can picture it all. Us making it into our future .”

He kisses the top of your head and adds, “I can also picture the room, that is now full of cardboard boxes, being a kids room one day.”

“Austin Robert Butler, we just moved in and you're thinking about this?” you cup his cheeks, making him chuckle. "So what? Isn't that also a part of our future?" he furrows his eyebrows, making a funny face.

"It is, but we need to make this house feel like a home first."

"Home is wherever you are with me, sweetheart," you absolutely melt into Austin's words. All of this feels like one big dream that tou always dreamed of.

The house still smells faintly of fresh paint and the candles you both picked up earlier, but it truly feels like home already. Especially with Austin by your side.

As the two of you drift into silence, you enjoy laying in Austin's arms, knowing that your future is day by day slowly building here. This wasn’t just a house—it was the beginning of a life you and Austin are building together. And you couldn’t wait to see what that life would look like.

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Lord have mercy.

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EXACTLY EVERYBODY GO READ IT!! 🫵🏼🫵🏼

@ilovereadingfanfics @eternal-love

Falling Out Of Sync - Austin Butler

summary: when austin’s busy schedule gets in the way of your relationship, could it be possible it’s over for good?

austin butler x reader

tw: breakups & angst

note: this if my first actual written fic, so i hope you guys enjoy! lots of love! 💝💐🫂

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“You’re my whole world.” 

Those four words ring in your head as you lay in bed alone. The dark and quiet atmosphere consumes your heart, wrapping around it like a heavy blanket. You place your hand on the empty spot next to you in bed. The spot where Austin used to lie. You think back to the times when Austin was your Austin. When his sweet smile was for your eyes only, and the quiet intimate moments were for only the two of you to share. When he wasn’t Hollywood’s, the media’s, or the fan’s, he was yours. You miss him. You’re always missing him. You don’t remember the last time he’s been home.

The sound of your phone ringing startles you out of your thoughts. You sit up against the headboard of your bed, bringing your phone up to your ear. “Hello?” You speak softly, trying to be polite, but not wanting to talk to anyone so late in the night. 

“Hey baby.” You immediately perk up at the familiar, smooth, silky voice that haunts your thoughts. “Austin, hey. Why are you calling so late? Are you okay?” Austin softly chuckles, amused at the concern in your voice. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. Just wanted to let you know I’ll be home tomorrow.” Your heart skips a beat, the news fills you with excitement and joy. Your boyfriend will finally be home tomorrow after so many weeks of longing for him. You speak again trying to hide the excitement in your voice. 

“Really? You’ll actually be home tomorrow?” Austin nods, even though you can’t see him. He can hear the hint of excitement in your voice, which makes his heart feel warm. He clears his throat nervously before speaking again. “When I get home, we need to sit down and talk.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. A million thoughts begin running through your mind. “Did I do something wrong?” “Is he mad at me?” Realizing you haven’t said anything for a few minutes, you speak again. “Oh, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Austin’s smooth, silky voice speaks again before ending the call. “I love you baby, see you tomorrow.” You bite down soon your lip before clearing your throat. “I love you too.” The line goes dead and yet again you’re left with your own thoughts.

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The next day rolls around and you weren’t able to sleep a wink. As the clocks hits 1:15PM, you nervously twist and smooth the pillows on the couch for what feels like the hundredth time. Your heart skips a beat when you hear keys jangle at the front door. You stand up quickly and make your way towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

The front door swings open revealing your darling boyfriend, Austin. His head is adorned with a baseball cap, he’s wearing his black adidas track pants paired with a simple t-shirt and his black sambas. Before he can even get a word out, you swing your arms tightly around his neck like he might slip away. Austin immediately wraps his arms around your body, holding you close. He buries his face into your hair, inhaling the comforting scent of your shampoo, and for a split moment, you feel like you have your Austin back. You speak before he gets the chance to.

"Hey baby, I missed you more than you know. I've been dying of boredom without you." Austin chuckles softly as he pulls you closer, his arms encircling your waist, meanwhile his lips brush your forehead. He speaks up, his voice calming your beating heart. “Hi sweetheart, I missed you more.” He murmurs, his voice soft and soothing, melting away the tension you've been holding onto. You step back and take a good look at him. He looks good— he always looks good. You grab his suitcase and pull up the handle. “I got your stuff, come inside.”

Austin follows you inside the house, falling a few feet behind. You park his suitcase in the foyer, and follow him toward the couch. He drops onto the couch with a sigh of relief, you settle beside him, curling up close. Austin slings his arm loosely around your shoulder, his touch familiar and comforting. You lean forward and snatch TV remote off the coffee table. Your voice breaks the silence, soft and gentle as you speak.

"I know you only came home few minutes ago, but I found this really good sauce recipe we could try for dinner, it’s-" Austin cuts you off, and his face hardens. He sits up straight and removes his arm from your shoulders. Your heart pounds in your chest, a knot forming in your stomach. “Austin? W-What’s going on?” He clears his throat nervously, wiping his sweaty palms on the pants of his adidas pants. You take note of this subtle gesture. 

Austin tries to sound confident, but the shakiness in his voice betrays him. "Baby I know last night on the phone I said we needed to sit down and talk, so it’s what we’re gonna do." You nod gently, your heart continues to pound in your chest. "Yeah, okay. What’s going on, honey? You’re worrying me." Austin takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm himself. He can’t escape the guilt that tightens his chest, knowing the weight of the words he’s about to say.

“I’ve been thinking about us, our relationship for a while now. I feel like I’m not being the boyfriend you deserve. Between the constant traveling, moving set to set, doing press tours, and the distance between us, it’s taking a toll on us. It’s not fair to you.” Austin’s voice cracks slightly, and he clears his voice before continuing. “You deserve someone who loves you. I-I’m not saying I don’t love you, I’m just saying you need someone who will love you fully. Someone else has to be the guy who will be there for you, someone who isn’t always on a plane, or stuck on a film set. That-That’s why I have to break up with you.”

Tears instantly well up in your eyes. Your heart feels heavy and the knot in your stomach becomes worse. You feel like you’re suffocating. “What are you talking about? You’re enough for me Austin. I love you. I don’t mind the constant being away from me. I understand being an actor is a demanding job. Please, I need you. You can’t do this to me Austin.” You let out a choked sob, and he takes your hand in his. “We’re falling out of sync Y/N. Our relationship isn’t what it used to be. You don’t deserve this. You’re so understanding… I don’t deserve you.”

Austin wipes the fallen tears from your face. He pulls you into a tight embrace. You continue to sob into his shoulder, your heart cracking straight through the middle. God, he loves you so much. This is killing him, but it's the right thing to do.

You try and collect yourself, taking your head off Austin’s shoulder. “Please think this through Austin. I don’t care about the distance, or the late nights. All that matters is that you come home to me.” Austin’s eyes sting with his own tears. Your pleading breaking his heart. “I know baby, I know. I can’t put you through this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry honey.” He connects our lips for a final time. You try and soak up the kiss knowing it could be your last. Austin collects himself and gets up from the couch.

"Where are you going? What are you doing, Austin?" You speak slightly frantic, grabbing onto his wrist. Austin looks back at you, as you hold onto him, your face broken. "You have to let me go, baby. Please, don't make this harder than it already is. Please, baby." He pleads with you. You feel like you're about to throw up this morning’s breakfast. You speak through your tears, your voice cracking. “Please, please, please. Don’t make me let go.”

Austin takes his wrist out of your grip, and moves toward the foyer where you had left his suitcase. You quickly get up from the couch, following a few feet behind him. Austin makes his way toward your front door, his suitcase rolling behind. Your words continue to call out to him as he opens up your door. You try one final time to get him to stay. “Baby, don’t do this to me. Just stay. Don’t leave me. I’ll take you back, just don’t break up with me.” 

Austin stops in the door frame and looks back at you one last time. His face ridden with guilt and sadness. “This is the right thing to do. You have to let me go. I love you Y/N, more than you’ll ever know.” You let out a harsh sob, your chest and your heart hurting. “I love you so much Austin, maybe in another universe." Austin slowly leaves out your front door. Your door shuts softly. Your apartment is quiet and unsettling. You can hear a pin drop. 

You can barely breathe or see. You know you look like a mess, but the love of your life just walked out of your life. You make your way towards the bedroom. You push open your bedroom door and climb in bed. 

Once again, the dark and quiet atmosphere consumes your heart, wrapping around it like a heavy blanket. You’re alone again, alone with your thoughts, and your feelings.

Your Austin is not your Austin anymore.

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