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looks like october is…. octover

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Pretty good I needed a break, hbu?

Guess who?

-Val

AHHH HI BABES💗💗

how are you

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I think I’m ready to start writing again, I took a little break, realized something’s about me that turned to be the reason for my lack of motivation to write for Elvis and Austin, I’ve confronted myself over them. I think I’ll be able to continue writing despite these feelings, because I’ve come face to face with me. Leave request

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Me and my friend just cried on the floor at an amusement park, overall 7/10 experience.

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So I’m thinking about continuing National Treasure, it’s really the only thing I’m motivated to write atm, I’m working on other stuff as well, I promise I’m just going through some stuff rn that’s taking a toll on my writing, tbh I’m going to keep writing for National Treasure, I just don’t know if I’ll post post is because

A. It didn’t really do that well

B. It’s becoming a reflection of my mental health and that’s a lot to put online

And

C. Calling it an Elvis fic is a stretch at this point

But If y’all really want it, I’ll post it.

-Val💋

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when u get this u have to put 5 songs 🎵 u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)💕

Pretty- Coco and Clair Clair

Macho Man- village people

Carmen- Lana del Rey

The boy is mine- Brandy

Rush- ally and aj

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Thanks I really needed this

Hey, I’m having a rough time rn could you do Austin or Elvis, learning that his daughter (reader) like girls?

I completely understand if you’re uncomfortable with this tho

-Val

Dad!Elvis x Daughter!Reader

To say that you were anxious was an understatement, you felt like you were going to implode. Your father kept rambling on about something, you were too far in your thoughts to even begin to contemplate what he was saying. Knock-Knock

You felt your heart drop to your stomach and your eyes widened, "Someone's at the door." Elvis replied with a sing-songy tone.

You could have sworn that you told her to meet you at the school, no you knew you told her too! You watched as your father opened the door. "Shit." You mumbled under your breath, you watched in horror as the front door swung open to reveal your girlfriend, Y/GF/N, flowers in hand, looking absolutely stunning. For a moment you forgot about your father, but then you remembered, the look on Y/GF/N's face kind of forced you too. "Um dad, this is- this is, Y/GF/N."

Elvis furrowed his eyebrows, "Is she a friend of yours from school? I ain't ever heard you mention a Y/GF/N before."

You took a shaky breath, "She's my girlfriend, dad." You held your breath as you waited for his response.

Elvis stayed quiet for a moment his eyes moving from you to your girlfriend and back to you. He smiled and pulled you in for a hug, you let the air you had been holding in your lungs out. "I love you, y'all have fun." He pulled back and smiled at you, he then turned to Y/GF/N, "Well let's get some pictures! Shit- camera? Camera, Y/N?"

You smiled and walked over to Y/GF/N, "Junk drawer, dad."

"Sorry about...all of this." Your girlfriend gestured around the room with the flowers.

"Don't worry about, Y/GF/N, I am happy for the two of ya'll- just take care of my Y/N. You hear?" He walked back into the room and held the camera up, "Now ya'll get together, want to get some good pictures."

You beamed as you watched the bright flash from the small box camera, you were okay.

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Ugh, don’t you love getting called slurs in target.

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this is essay better freaking get me a good grade or I am going to actually go bonkers

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My life is in shambles, but at least my GF’s hot😘✌🏾

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Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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Guess who’s phone got fixed

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yall my phone is broken so I’m gonna take a break for a liitle bit, i can’t determine how long, but, when i can get to a computer ill hop on, if you have any questions, feel free to ask

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After a long day of work Your boyfriend draws you a nice warm bath

Warnings: minors be gone, Mild smut, fluff

You are outrageous, Austin thinks while watching your interview after not being at  the met gala. “Why weren't you at the Met Gala, Y/N?” the interviewer asks.

Your response is simple, “Wasn't invited.”

The interviewer continues to egg you on. “ Why do you think that is” trying to get a reaction out of you

“You tell me?” your voice is flat. 

“Why didn’t you go with your boyfriend, Austin Butler?” 

Austin remembers what you said when he invited you as his plus one, like it was yesterday  “I don’t wanna seem desperate.” you pause, dramatically throwing yourself onto his lap, causing a laugh to escape his lips. “I don’t go where I’m not welcome.” Austin was quite shocked by your maturity, an event like this was practically made for you, it was an excuse for you to “show up and show out.” as you would say. 

But your response to the interviewer is different, more arrogant and less mature, one that he initially had expected from you. “Didn’t wanna outdress the invitees.” he watches his tv screen in awe of your boldness. Despite your bold claim you looked bored. 

“After seeing everyone’s looks do you still think you would've outdressed them.” Austin could see the narrative the interviewer was trying to create from a mile away, he prayed for you to not take the bait. You remained silent, a playful smirk playing at your lips as you look down at your hands. He could tell you were getting bored of the conversation. You laughed a little to make it seem like a joke, but Austin wouldn’t put it past you, aside from making music, extravagant fashion is what you’re known for, you didn’t believe in overdressing.

“Oh wow.” the interviewer says.

“Please forgive me if this offends you.” you begin and Austin swears, he feels his blood pressure rise. “But, if I wanted to talk about the Met Gala, I would’ve gone to it, why don’t we talk about my album instead.” proud of you, Austin releases a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. 

“Ah yes,  your album.” Austin continues to watch the interview on the tv screen as you return to your usual sweet, bubbly self, ecstatic to talk about your new body of work. 

Realizing you would be home soon, Austin decided to prepare you a small snack of cherries and dark chocolate, your favorite. He lays out a satin babydoll for you to sleep in, and starts to run a bubble bath for you. You used to do stuff like this for Austin before he made it abundantly clear that after a long day of work he’d rather skip the aesthetics, and settle for a quick shower and a good blowie. 

“Aus.” your voice fills the apartment. He quickly dims the lights in the bathroom, and goes to greet you in the living room. 

“Hey Angel.” he says, bringing you into his chest. 

“Hi daddy.” your voice is velvet as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. Austin swiftly picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. Austin places you on the counter, and begins to slip your shoes off.  “What did you do?” you question your boyfriend, as he begins to unzip your dress.

“Nothing.” he defends, lifting you up, allowing your dress to fall to the floor. You grab your cleansing balm off the counter only for it to be plucked out of your hand. Austin gently places you in your large bathtub, and kisses your lips softly. 

You watch your boyfriend open your expensive  jar of product and scoop a more than decent amount. “That is way too much.” He brings his finger to your lips and makes a ‘shhh’ sound as he smears the product on your face, massaging it. You close your eyes and try not think about how much product he wasted as he rinses it off.  

Your eyes snap open at the sudden absence of your boyfriend's warm hands on your face. He comes back minutes later with a tray of cherries and chocolate and his camera, you pucker your lips and lean over the tub, Austin sets the tray of snacks down and snaps a picture of you . It might be his new favorite, you looked cherubic, blowing kisses in your cloud of bubbles, like an angel. 

“Stop, I look bad,”  you pout

“You couldn’t look bad if you tried.” Austin says, finally reciprocating your kiss. 

“You ate some of my chocolate.” you giggle, tasting the bittersweetness on his lips, successfully melting his heart in the process.

“I would never” He feigns, bringing the tray of food to me. Snapping photos of you here and there, maybe asking for a pose two. 

“Stop taking pictures, and get in with me.” He doesn't need to be told twice, he’s already got his shirt off and is working on his sweatpants. 

After stealing your last piece of chocolate and removing the tray from the tub, Austin slides in the tub behind you, kissing your wet skin. “I watched your interview today.” He breathes into your skin. 

“Did I do good, daddy?” you ask, tilting your head to give the man easier access to your skin. 

“Yes you did,”  He nips at my neck. “I’m so proud of you.”  

“Really?” you turn to look up at him.

“Really.” Austin reassures you. “Even though you had me scared for a moment.”

“How?” you cock your head to the side. 

“Well, I know how sharp that tongue of yours can get, but you keep your cool, even when I could see how antsy you were getting.” He praises snaking an arm around your waist. He began to rub circles into your clit. You bite your lip, throwing your head back. 

You feel a familiar knot form in your abdomen, but you're quickly pulled from your bliss when you feel Austin pull his hand from you. “The waters getting cold” he says and you can hear the smirk playing at his lips as he climbs out the tub and drains the water before  picking you up and placing you back on the counter to dry you off. It’s not long before he carries you to the bedroom to finish what he started.

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BATTIE, Istg, if you write another excellent piece of work, we’re beefing.

Fire - Part 2 (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: It’s been a whirlwind year since Elvis ripped you from your mundane life as a waitress scraping by in LA. Even though he slipped a ring on your finger faster than you could blink, you want out, but you find that’s much easier said than done.

Note: I genuinely wasn’t expecting Fire to get as many notes or as much interest in a second part as it did, so thank y’all so much! This is also based on an anonymous request, which I incorporated into this part. I hope y’all like it and it meets everyone’s expectations. Please consider the warnings before deciding whether or not you want to read this fic. Do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as emotional blackmail, obsessive and manipulative behavior, violence, abuse of power, use of guns, drug/alcohol abuse, and sexual content and gun play which involves coercion, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Cheating on the reader’s part. Do not interact if you are under 18.

Part 1

The first few months of being Elvis’ wife were odd, to say the least. He wanted the world to know that you, this nobody waitress, were his fiance, but was also unreasonably jealous at the thought of you being featured in the dozens of bridal magazines that had reached out to his management in hopes of getting an interview with you. He tried to get you to dye his hair like he did and was upset when you refused. He wanted you to quit smoking, something you’d been planning to do at some point anyway, but you continued to do so out of spite.

It was like walking on a tightrope with him, and despite his promises to take care of you, that you wouldn’t have to worry anymore, you didn’t find yourself any less stressed and dissatisfied with your life than before. If anything, the stress and dissatisfaction had shifted from being over finances to your romantic life, he made sure of that. Not to mention, you were still stuck in LA every few weeks, even though you’d begged him to let you just stay at Graceland, promising to not step foot off the property. His answer was always a firm ‘no’. You needed him, and he couldn’t take care of you if you were apart. Sometimes, though, you felt like you had to take care of him more than he took care of you.

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Expect Austin x reader tomorrow night