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dre6ming · 2 years

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No cause I’m taking a break from studying and writing down a layout for the next few chapters in “The delicate beginning rush” series and you guys….. I’m getting myself so hyped up about it.

All I can say is that this series will be long and probably the most slow burn one I’ve ever written.

Hope y’all are ready because I’ve been listening to Evermore, Plastic Hearts and Emails I can’t send, so ofc I’m unpacking all that drama into this fanfic😈

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19 and taking hearts left and right

The 19 year old actress, more recently turned singer and songwriter, seems to be going through men faster then we can keep up. And no, just because they have a girl, doesn’t mean she won’t make a move!!

Last week the Met Gala, happened and as every other year, the event was full of A-listers, with thick pockets and a vague notion of the real life. On the guest list was also (Y/n) a 19 year old actress who’s known for her role as Ana and Christian Grey’s daughter, Phoebe. But that first role of hers was not what got her the invitation, it was her most recent role as Amelia Baron, a troubled teenager who’s death is a mystery. The movie ‘Reconstructing Amelia’ resulted in (Y/n)’s career to skyrocket, as it was well received by critics and even scored 5 Oscar nominations, one of which is for best lead actress.

(Y/n) has been slowly going up the ladder of fame, making friends left and right, while keeping a good private life. Her fans describe her as relatable and sweet, always respectful and friendly. But they might be wrong, no one gets an Oscar nomination, unless they really know how to act, right?

In October last year the actress's parents, who are not famous people, divorced. The whole thing was carried privately and the reasons for it happening are still unknown. Some close sources say it's been a long time coming, but they restrained from going into specifics. When the divorce was finalized, (y/n) was photographed outside the courthouse house crying (pictures below). Now it's said that the actress is no longer in contact with her parents and that they've moved out of New York, leaving the 19 year old all on her own.

Now you might be wondering how does this all link to our article? Well some people speculate she’s still picking up the pieces of whatever happened between her parents and to do that she chose dating. Serial dating, to be specific.

As we mentioned earlier she was at the Met, dressed in Prada, so she was sat at the same table as the cast from the upcoming biopic ‘Elvis’. According to her instagram she met and chatted with the entire cast, but there’s only one person that’s 100% sure she talked to. That person being none other then the 29 year old actor Austin Butler, the two of them posed for a hot picture together, you can find it on her instagram. If you didn’t know he has a girlfriend, who was also his plus one at the event that night, but judging by the picture him and (y/n) it would never cross your mind they aren’t together.

The drama didn’t stop there as two days later they were photographed hanging out at a cafe in Brooklyn, no Kaia Gerber (the actor’s girlfriend) in sight. Fans came to their defense fast, saying they are just friends, but the incident repeated on Sunday when they were again caught by the paparazzi.

The plot only thickens, if on Friday they were seemingly far apart from each other, Sunday, fans reported they were close, laughing and joking around, until their walk got cut short by a rude fan. People who were there said the fan, a man in his fourties’, asked (Y/n) for a picture and she denied. The man went on to call her names and bring up the famous lingerie photo shoot she did when she was 18, for the movie ‘Reconstructing Amelia.’ Butler apparently came to the rescue, defending her and then driving off with her, in what fans claimed to be her car.

Why we say she’s taking hearts left and right? Well… cut to Monday this week. She and Joshua Bassett, were spotted together at a restaurant on the upper east side of Manhattan, enjoying lunch. The two of them were not shy to share some PDA with us, as Joshua kissed her on the forehead. At this point she seems the have moved on from Austin : “from rock’n roll music straight into pop” said TMZ.

The 20 year old actor was a full gentleman and bought her a gift, a 300$ silver bracelet with a Purple Heart, this let’s us to believe they have probably been together for a while now.

And while all that was happening between (Y/n) and Joshua, Austin was photographed with his girlfriend, Kaia out in Boston, after he took a last minute detour flight to see her. Fans noted that there seems to be tension between the two and Kaia looks rather sad in the pictures.

Now the teams have formed, some of the fandom supports the relationship of (Y/n) and Joshua, while the others side with Butler. We are of course to be reminded of the 10 year age gap between the latter and her. Some say Austin went so deep into method acting that he’s now searching for his Pricilla and that the 9 year age gap he has with his current girlfriend, doesn’t quite fit.

We want to hear your thoughts on this? Is she dating Joshua or Austin? Is Austin a cheater as some fans claim?

We’ll do some more digging of our own, but let us know your opinions.

Oh and lastly let’s not forget she has a song coming out in a few weeks, dedicated to her long time best friend, Timothee Chalamet. And fans believe this is only the first song out of an entire album, that she might have in the works. Why is that important? Because she’s a swiftie and has worked closely with Taylor as a backing singer for her re-recorded albums, so fans expect heartbreaking, cryptic songs form (y/n). She proved she’s a great songwriter, when writing a full verse for Taylor’s song ‘Nothing new’. Now with every day passing and every new post from (y/n), Jack Antonoff of Finneas O’Connell fans find tones of Easter eggs in true swiftie fashion.

Maybe she’ll explain everything in a future song. Some say she’s working on her Red/Speak now era, dating older man, comparing Austin Butler to John Mayer and Jake Gylenhaal, requesting that she writes her own ‘Dear John’ and ‘All too well’. I guess we will see!

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kaifi222 · 10 months

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hiiii everybody,, this is my first serious post here .ᐟ.ᐟ im looking for some advice and feedback.

i made this graphic oc header using PNG cutouts, gifs and a pro version of a graphics app for the layout and exportation as well as cropping the GIF.ᐟ.ᐟ

CREDIT for gifs @oliviaisarodrigo and @austinbutlermischief

FACECLAIM is austin butler

i made this just for fun and it's my first time doing a graphic header like this, it's cluttered and includes three gifs!! i received a lot of positive feedback from those who've seen this in a server i posted it in and i've even received a commission request from a friend of mine.ᐟ.ᐟ

i didn't even consider the possibility of commissions for such a thing, but now i've considered the suggestion i might .ᐟ.ᐟ it would consist of CUSTOM pngs, and any colour background, at least two gifs + a paid app subscription layout + exportation. custom colour scheme, etc. not too sure, yet .ᐟ.ᐟ

but yeah here it is and please lmk if this is even worth anything. thanks 🤍

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blainesebastian · 2 years

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lookin’ for trouble

words: 1,662 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request by @stylesmendeshearted) You’re an extra on the Elvis set during the Trouble performance 🥵 being the girl whose face he grabs notes: once again, masterlist posted here! it’s officially linked on my sidebar :) warnings: steamy thots but SFW tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell (if you would like to be added to a general taglist for my austin x reader fics, please let me know!)

A mix of organized chaos.

That’s what Baz reminds you of as you watch him circle back and forth on the stage that Austin is standing on as everyone prepares themselves to shoot the Trouble performance scene. As an extra, you don’t have many responsibilities except facial expressions…which honestly shouldn’t be too difficult given Austin’s sheer talent as Elvis. The way he moves his body and delivers his lines is just…art, there’s no other word for it. He completely gives himself over to performing and it’s hard not to get caught right up in it.

Anything going on with your face is completely genuine.

You know the general layout for the scene, feeling a bit cramped as you stand right up against the stage, several other extras behind you. Once the music begins and Austin starts performing, the crowd gets more and more rowdy, pushing you right into the stage edge. It’s not comfortable and kind of eats away at your claustrophobia but there’s a purpose here to almost throw yourself over the divide, to try and get closer and closer to Austin as he becomes more lewd in his movements.

Curling your hair around your ear, you wait patiently as Baz gives feedback to Austin about his last performance and then finally gives some direction about what he can do with the extras. The thing about Austin is that he definitely listens, takes notes, but when he’s fully into performing? There’s not too much of a script he follows. He keys in on Presley movements but he also adlibs according to the crowd’s reactions.

It's so incredible to see up close.

You’ve spoken with him a few offhanded times while participating in some scenes and Austin has always been extremely generous with his time. He doesn’t have to talk with any of the extras if he doesn’t want to—and yet he always does. He goes beyond just scene conversations—he asks names, how they’re doing, where they’re from, so on and so forth. It makes it really easy to work with him, even though you’re not as upper level as a co-star.

Austin stands in front of the mic, working his shoulders back a little and loosening his body movements. There are a few moments where he sways back and forth with his hips, humming a few of the lines he’s eventually going to sing. While others prepare for the shot, he skims the crowd before his eyes fall on you.

Your heart plummets straight into your belly because your gazes definitely connect, a small smile tugging the corners of your mouth. The way he’s dressed reaches straight into your chest and squeezes, a heated ache so easily between your legs that it’s hard to shake. He’s made for this role, that very much is certain. The black suit adds a darkness to his blue eyes, like the deep ocean, charcoal makeup gently sitting underneath. His socks match his cherry red tie, a pop of color that somehow comes directly for your throat and—suddenly he’s moving, crouching down in front of you.

“Y/N, right?”

He remembers your name and you nod, taking a step closer as you put your hand on the stage, “Yeah, hi.”

“Hey,” Some strands of his hair hang loose over his forehead, “I know Baz has talked to all the extras about performances bein’ unplanned but uh, I was wonderin’ if it was alright if I touched you—maybe clasped at your face. I just didn’t want you to be surprised—”

“No, that’s fine.” You answer quickly, far too quickly, your cheeks kissing pink at the realization.

He smiles slowly, amusement swimming in his blue eyes as he takes you in. There’s a definite moment where his gaze finds your lips and that seems wildly unfair.

You clear your throat, shaking your head. “I mean—whatever you need to do, that’s fine. I get it—bein’ in the moment and everything.”

“Okay,” He laughs lightly, “Good.” Austin turns his attention towards someone saying his name and gets up from his position on the stage.

You squeeze your eyes shut and mentally kick yourself at sounding so utterly ridiculous. Honestly, it’s nice that he even asked—he didn’t have to. When you were hired for this thing you went through all the hoops with Baz that Austin often performed by reacting to the audience. That made some of his movements unscripted.

But now there’s this ridiculous anticipation heated like fire in your belly as the set quiets, getting ready to call action. Which, this has to be exactly on brand with what the scene calls for, seeing Elvis walk onto stage, wondering what version of himself he’s going to be. That eagerness about how you’re not quite sure what you’re about to see, but you already know it’s going to be amazing.

And Austin nothing short of delivers.

A sharp breath leaves your body as the music plays back, a hearty thump of sound—

“If you’re lookin’ for trouble—you came to the right place.”

The crowd’s reactions are a slow boil, like a covered tea kettle in which pressure and heat builds and builds until it begins to whistle. Watching Austin on stage move his body to the music as he sings has got to be one of the easiest things to react to. There’s a fluidity to his body, like the rhythm and lyrics move through him while he performs. It’s addictive, hard to tear your eyes away, attempting to absorb absolutely every part. Not to mention that your body is reacting to his, hips slowly swiveling to the beat, heart hammering in your ears, palms sweating.

It's almost hard to remember that your reaction to him shouldn’t be internalized, even though it’s hard not to feel completely overwhelmed in this environment. You let out a short breath, taking a step forward and beginning to work past the guards creating a barrier, reaching out, knowing he’s only going to get closer.

“But if you’re gonna start a rumble, don’t you try it out alone!”

You audibly gasp even though you’re in good company around you in terms of sound, one hand resting on your chest while the other covers your mouth. As much as you’ve seen Austin perform, nothing prepares you for when he rocks back on the toes of his feet and lands directly on his knees, along the edge of the stage, slowly thrusting his hips forward as he sings the line,

“Because I’m evil.”

Your eyes widen automatically and you’re suddenly very glad that the background noise is so loud that no one hears the very obvious moan leaving your lips. Your gaze travels from his legs to his torso, right up to his face and he’s staring at you. Your hand falls from your mouth; Austin is not at all gentle as he leans forward and grabs at your chin, holding you close and in place as he sings the next line,

“My middle name is misery.”

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coffee cart girl (pt2)

words: 3,588 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: wow, I did not expect such a warm response! thank you so much :) part 1 is here. if you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know! warnings: none tag list: @pearlparty, @theinvisiblecapricorn, @kittenlittle24, @andrewgarfields-girlfriend, @mirandastuckinthe80s, @nonsensical-nonce,

It’s been a few days since the whole coffee debacle and time continues on—coffee orders are taken, delivered and not spilled down the front of your shirt. Granted, you suppose that idea wouldn’t be too terrible given what you got out of it the last time. Though you’re not about to make a fool out of yourself, showing up to Austin’s trailer, asking to borrow another t-shirt. That’d totally be…ridiculous.

Okay, so the thought had crossed your mind only once, so what? You’re human.

“And ridiculous.” You emphasize to yourself as you check the orders and fill.

Sometimes it can be a mind-numbing process, coffee filling, and you’re really glad they can’t get too fancy on set. It’s just cream and sugar—no espressos, no lattes, no iced options. When it’s a Starbucks run? That gets a little hectic; can even take multiple trips. You chew on the inside of your cheek as your eyes run over the list…searching for one name in particular,

Butler – black, cream

Totally not playing favorites, or anything, you make that order next and take one tray off to make stops before filling the rest. You hum an Elvis song softly to yourself, habit of the job you’ve noticed, kinda difficult not to when you’re around it all day. Today it’s a mix of That’s Alright Mama and I’m Coming Home which makes no sense, and yet the tunes blend seamlessly together as you make turns around trailers and find the people you need to give coffee orders to.

You’re trying your best not to think about Austin, about him bringing you that coffee and talking to you about your script, about things that you got no business thinking about. But your mind wanders and, especially with all the buzz around set around how well Austin is playing Elvis, you kinda can’t help it either. His voice slips around your skin as you recall him asking about your writing, about whether you show it to anyone, making the hair on your arms stand up. While the Elvis outfits, especially the fits from the fifties, kinda squeeze your insides, you find yourself preferring when he comes to set—simple looks, the jeans, the t-shirt, the black jean jacket or the sherpa lined blue one.

You’ve never seen him without the black hair, but know he’s naturally a brunette, wisps of blonde. You wonder what it’s like to see him like that, how bright his eyes can be, what it might look like to notice him when the attention isn’t all over him.

You shake your head as you drop off a coffee in the makeup department before making your way to his trailer. Foolish—a handful of interactions does not make you special, nor important. Besides, you can’t let thoughts like this get in the way of what you’re here to do. Deliver coffee, obviously, but script work? Exposure? Elvis won’t be filming forever and it’s not guaranteed you’ll get picked up for another set job.

You carefully make your way up the steps, just in case, and knock. Taking a slow breath, you pause, listening to make sure before you open the door. Empty—just as it’s been the last few days you delivered coffee runs.

Disappointment crackles in your belly, spreading up to your ribcage as you make your way inside and set the coffee down on a small table in front of a couch. His jean jacket is there, whiffs of sandalwood in the trailer as you move to leave, mixed with something else that’s distinctly Austin.

Your stomach flutters and you quickly head out of there, closing the door behind you. You got work to do.

You’re fairly sure they’re working on the Trouble scene—you can hear the echoes of strong guitar strums, Austin’s voice ringing in the air and sending shivers down your spine. You wonder what it’s like being an extra in any of these concert scenes, what it’d be like to see Austin in full garb, pulling off Elvis moves and vocals. It’s impressive, would probably melt your right through the floor. You can only imagine.

Not to mention an extra salary wouldn’t hurt. Then again, doesn’t really open you up for what you should be doing—you pour over your script, flipping through pages, a headache pinching its way to your temples. This thing might never make any fucking sense. Some of the extras speak directly to Baz, at least the ones up front with Austin. You wonder…

“Y/N!”

You wince, turning to look towards Sal as she approaches the picnic table you’re at. One moment of silence for the great afternoon you were having—you already know it’s about to get ruined.

“Did you not get the afternoon orders started?”

You blink, glancing at the time. “I don’t start my rounds until three.” It’s two-fifty.

Sal narrows her eyes at you, crossing her arms over her chest in what no doubt will be a lecture. “Frank from lighting says he still hasn’t gotten his morning coffee—”

And you kinda stop listening there because that just…can’t be right. You know what that list said this morning, if only you could find the small clipboard that had all the morning runs. You must have set it down somewhere. Regardless, you know how to do your job, Frank didn’t ask for anything this morning.

“He wasn’t on my—”

“Maybe if you did a little less on attempting to crack into your big break,” She taps the script a bit aggressively, “and paid more attention to your job, we wouldn’t have angry lighting workers. Get moving.”

You work your jaw a moment—you know better than to argue, it’s not worth it, even when you know you’re right. You slide off the bench and collect your script, putting it into your bag for later, dropping it off where you keep your things. Quickly, you grab a cup and fill Frank’s order (a good memory, black with three Sweet'N Lows) and take it to set.

Seems like they’re between shoots or at least done with one scene and moving towards another because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to walk into the warehouse. Curling your hair around your ear, you see Frank working on a standing light fixture.

“Here you go Frank—” And as an apology is about to leave your mouth, he turns and practically snatches the coffee out of your hands.

“It’s about damn time, you know I’ve been waiting on this since this morning?” He snaps and you bite your tongue, hard. He definitely wasn’t on your order list this morning.

You’re almost not sure what to say; there’s nothing in it for you to argue your point, he’s going to be upset no matter what—just the kind of mood Frank seems to be in. You resist the urge to roll your eyes too and just take a breath.

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coffee cart girl

words: 2,424 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: just for fun, couldn’t get it out of my head warnings: none

It’s one of those things where you can’t remember how the whole thing started. One moment you’re attempting to finish a script, get noticed, have someone other than your sister read what you’ve written to see if it actually makes sense, if it’s worth fighting for—and the next? You’re the coffee runner on studio lots, visiting trailer to trailer, getting orders and bringing them back. Celebrities, stars, directors, producers, writers, the whole world opens up to you. A friend of a friend, their aunt, got you the job—honestly you’re not overthinking it. This is your chance to make something of yourself, to put your foot in the door, to feel seen.

Except it never quite happens that way.

There’s the exact opposite effect, no one notices you. You blend into the background, become another body on a busy set, but hey—at least you can tell yourself, ‘one of these days I’ll actually show my work to someone’. Just a page, just pitch an idea. Go from there. And every day, you walk onto the same set of the movie you’re currently assisting on and do what you do best: grab coffee orders.

“Maybe this is actually my secret calling.” You grin, pushing your hair over you shoulder as you wave your ID badge to the security box entrance. They buzz you in and you wander on, seven AM, far too early for anything to be enjoyable.

Jillian, a beautiful redhead with tight curls and hazel eyes rolls them in your direction. She’s been working just as long as you have but with a very different job—hair and makeup. “Oh please Y/N, you just need to give yourself a chance. Let someone in? I’m sure you’ve got great ideas.”

You purse your lips, comfortable in a pair of black mom jeans and a white t-shirt today, simple. “How do you know? I could have some awful ideas. Hollywood’s full of ‘em.”

She snickers, “I dated an actor once, he thought he was God’s gift to film—trust me, I know a tacky personality when I meet one. And that’s not you.” She gently taps the tip of your nose, making you crinkle it, before hurrying off towards the hair and makeup trailer.

“Y/N.”

You sigh, head tipping back slightly to the sky as a resounding voice makes it to your eardrums. That’s Sal, an older woman who’s wrinkles remind you of crunched up old velvet and has a smoker voice to somehow match. She runs the show around here…quite literally other than Baz, who deals with everything that’s not the day-to-day small jobs. Sal’s job is to make sure everyone is on time, that trailers don’t need anything…that writes her paycheck.

You turn with a smile that somehow hurts your teeth, “Mornin’ Sal.”

“You gonna grab people’s coffee today or just stand there?” She asks, moving to hand over a slip, “Already did your job to grab the few orders of the people who are here already. Think you can handle the rest?”

You hum—kill her with kindness. “Absolutely, thank you.”

Your eyes run down the order list—mostly for hair and makeup, wardrobe, and then you catch a particular name towards the bottom—

Butler – black, two sugars.

Your eyebrows crinkle together before wandering towards the coffee cart. Sometimes people request Starbuck runs but it seems like today isn’t that day. Robotically, you begin filling coffee orders but the bottom name has you a bit stumped. Today is not the first day you’ve brought Austin Butler coffee and it won’t be the last, least until they’re done shooting Elvis. But you feel like you’ve got a pretty good memory when it comes to orders…and he does not do sugar. Sometimes it’s a treat with a splash of milk, but not sugar.

You make a judgement call, pouring the splash of milk and loading up the drink holder to make your rounds. Sal, ironically, is not the most detail-oriented person. This whole sugar thing has got to be wrong.

As you make your way around set to drop off coffees, you find yourself contemplating on the fact that coffee really is an all-day thing—whether it’s this early morning set call, late at night shoots or middle of the day cravings, nearly someone almost every two hours is requesting some sort of pick-me-up.

“Thanks Y/N.” One of the other makeup artist smiles at you, tipping the cup in a cheers motion and you wink back.

Two deliveries left…

Turning a corner around the trailer, you make a beeline for Austin’s, because odds are he has to be in front of a camera soon. Or at least to another trailer to get hair and makeup or wardrobe, whichever. No sooner do you walk up the steps to knock on the door, it opens, almost hitting you square in the face. Luckily—luckily? It hits your hands instead.

A sharp gasp leaves your mouth as hot coffee spills all over the front of you, but it’s not so much the noise you make in pain but moreso surprise. Your mouth opens, blinking once, twice, because—really?

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Austin says quickly, clearly rattled by the set of five shared moments. “I usually open the door a lot slower, I’m late.” He’s got that Elvis drawl—you’ve heard it a few times on set when you linger close to scenes taking place just to get a glimpse of how the written work becomes an actual picture.

Could really be you someday, your written words leaving an actor’s mouth. Not really feelin’ like today however with a very large coffee stain down your front.

“No, it’s—” You let out a soft laugh as he reaches for the coffee tray, your eyes flickering up—he’s not dressed as Elvis, not yet, hasn’t even been to hair and makeup yet because his hair is untamed, a soft black with iridescent hues hanging in a few strands over his forehead.

“I usually start the day like this, with coffee.”

He blinks, seeming to process that what you’ve said is a joke before a shy laugh tumbles out of his chest. “Right.” It’s an attractive sound, and maybe if you weren’t so flustered, you’d let yourself enjoy it. “Least lemme help you clean up or…get another coffee.”

“I think that’s my job.” You smile, but the offer is nice. Most of the time, or at least some celebrities you’ve come into contact with, kinda sweep interactions under the rug, make mistakes your problem, are too busy to even apologize. Which whatever, you’re not gonna hold that against them, you got more important things to worry about.

But the fact that Austin offers, even is willing to grab other coffees when he’s the star running late…it means something. A twisting in your stomach spreading heat like vines wrapping around a house, definitely something you’ll end up thinking about later.

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familiarity

words: 3,585 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request) readers friends are obsessed with austin and reader meets austin out and about. austin is intrigued by the reader's lack of interest and is determined to get to know you notes: first request, really excited. thank you! if you do not see your request posted, I promise it’s coming. My writing takes time and I appreciate the patience xo warning: none tag list: if you’d like to be added to any of my requested austin x reader fics, please let me know :)

Tipping your head back towards the sky, you take a deep breath into your lungs as you exit the theater with your two best friends. Seeing Elvis for the third time is beginning to grate on your nerves—don’t get it wrong, the movie is incredible. The acting, the costumes, the music, all of it, ten out of ten, you just don’t need to see a film more than twice in theaters. Your friends are giggling like schoolgirls over the lead, Austin, and well—right, he’s definitely pretty but you don’t understand the hype. You don’t think you’ve really seen him in much before this.

“You two are beginning to sound borderline stalker-ish.” You tease over your shoulder, Marie reaching for your arm and forcing you to walk with them.

“I don’t want to hear it; you’ve watched tons of things over again for your favorite actor. What about Charlie Hunnam?”

You let out a soft breath that flutters your hair, “We don’t talk about Charlie.”

Paige grins, putting a hand through her strawberry-blonde strands, “Well that’s fine because we want to talk about Austin. Can you imagine the physical endurance he had to have to pull off all those movements? Performances?”

Marie grins, “Oh so we’re talking about his stamina?”

You roll your eyes even though you’re smiling as you head back to the car with them. It’s not that you don’t think Austin Butler isn’t attractive, he is, and obviously very gifted and talented. And maybe it goes beyond him being your type or not—sometimes it’s just hard to think about things other than what you’ve been going through recently. That’s what heading to the movies was supposed to be for, an escape, your best friends dragging you out of your apartment despite the fact that you’ve seen this film already.

But they know you need the extra support and you love them for that.

Your past breakup has been rough, moreso than you ever imagined it was capable of being. Just…the person you thought you’d been in love with for seven years turned out to be a completely different man. He was a cheater, a liar, and abusive—not necessarily physically, but definitely emotionally.

You’re working on building a better space for yourself, but it hasn’t been easy. You suppose anything worth it rarely is, but sometimes it’s hard to think about anything else. Shaking those thoughts loose, you get into your car as Marie and Paige continue to talk about their favorite scenes from the movie—describing them in detail as if they’re not going to visit the theater for a fourth time.

You smile a little as you start the engine, pulling out of the parking spot—you guess there’s really nothing better than an escape, especially when it involves a very handsome actor named Austin.

It’s a beautiful Fall day, the kind of season that feels like it might be snuggle worthy even in the sunlight. Crisp, crunching leaves, the end of summer passing along it’s final rays of heat. This is your favorite type of weather, right before it gets too cold. You can wear jeans, booties and a t-shirt with a jacket and have zero concerns. Not to mention it’s ideal to sit outside with a cup of coffee…which is your reward for getting grocery shopping done today. You push the cart around the aisles of Whole Foods, crinkling your nose at the selection they’ve got for most items because…it seems a little bare in some spots. Definitely in that time slot of restocking shelves.

No matter, you’ll make do with what you get and then come back another day this week to grab anything you might be missing. Surveying your cart, you’re pretty much done except for your favorite cereal, so you turn the cart in that direction and pause amongst the boxes.

Maple Clusters—literally one of your favorite things. Add a little extra cinnamon and honey? Ugh, with a cup of coffee it’s damn near perfect. And that’s something you never like to say often—that something is perfect, because you’ve learned the hard way that nothing ever is.

You let out a slow breath, moving down the aisle and spotting the box you need on the top shelf. Abandoning your cart, you walk to grab it, arm raised—

And someone else snatches it right before you can. You blink, looking over at the taller guy who has your Maple Clusters in his clutches. He seems to sense you standing there, because he turns slightly and blinks, looking down at the box.

“Sorry, were you goin’ for this?”

For some reason he looks wickedly familiar, like you’ve seen him in this store before or…maybe just around. New York is one of those places where you can run into the same ten people out and about over the course of a month—which sounds like it makes zero sense until you live here.

You hesitate for a moment, taking him in, tall, boyish charm with blue eyes that are only brightened by the curls of his dirty blonde hair and the jean jacket sherpa he’s wearing. Attractive? Yes. Annoying? Also yes.

“I was,” You lick your lips, “It’s the best cereal they have.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he turns to face you, still holding onto the box between his hands. “I know,” There’s a sort of drawl to his tone, a deeper octave that maybe you weren’t expecting. It almost seems like it doesn’t quite go with his face, body, something learned. “That’s why I grabbed it.”

You narrow your eyes, attempting to grab anything else that you might be able to barter with. “Okay—there are plenty of decent second options here. Strawberry Oats, got little yogurt pieces in there,” The guy’s face takes on this amused twist, watching as you try to argue which cereal he should buy instead so you can have the one in his hands.

You notice he’s wearing rings on his slender fingers too which is…definitely not a negative, but not the point, either.

“Here and this one? Chocolate.” You wave the box for emphasis, “Who doesn’t love chocolate?”

“I dunno, do you? Seems like if you’re gonna argue for these cereals, you should just go head and buy ‘em.”

Heat kisses your cheeks and splotches down your neck, “No—I’m saying you should get one of them and surrender the Maple box.”

“I was here first.”

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words: 2,475 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @lovvelylivv) “hidden co-star relationship“ where austin and female reader are doing press tour 4 elvis and the interviewer is like low key flirting w her and austin is clearly jealous but he can’t do anything bc they’re not public yet. notes: masterlist posted here! warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell

It just sort of happened, that’s what you tell your closest friends.

You’ve been in plenty of films before to know the drill—showing up, doing your job and doing it well, going through the motions of before and after a movie wraps, the interviews, the parties, the events, the awards. You know for the most part what to expect.

But what you didn’t expect was Austin.

Your agent comes to you with this great opportunity, to be in a film that’s not quite a biopic but something more than that, a story that needs to be told and shared about Elvis Presley. You’re not quite sure how you fit into this thing or even if you can carry out something that’s so important to this man’s legacy. But you’re a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and so when you get the part from your audition, you know you’re not going to take anything for granted.

Working with Austin is just the icing on the cake. You knew of him from similar circles, but you didn’t understand how incredibly talented and dedicated he was until working with him firsthand. Not only that but he’s extremely humble, thoughtful, and sweet. Not only was running lines and scenes with him easy, but he also became a fast friend that you could talk to about the film, the industry and just general things you’d been going through.

You knew Austin had lost his mother when he was younger, he’s always been rather open about that with regards to his Elvis role, but you don’t quite have the words to be able to say how much he was there for you when your dad got sick. Right in the middle of filming too. So much of your world was spinning off it’s axis and Austin was the only person that made things slow down, still. Your father eventually got better, but it was an incredibly rocky few months and you don’t think you would have made it through without having someone to lean on.

So it’s only natural that a month or so after that, you two started seeing one another.

At first it was just kissing—electrically charged moments leftover from emotionally vulnerable states, the connection you two felt over shared experiences, shared pain. But it obviously blossomed into being something more than that because your feelings didn’t have anything to do with finding an escape.

Kissing turned into spending the night, which turned into dates, which turned into introducing friends and family—even though your father already knew Austin well from all the time he visited in the hospital. The relationship is serious, yet very private. Both of you know what it’s like to have your lives turned inside out by Hollywood, to constantly being under the microscope of the public eye and…you both want to focus on what’s important, which is right now Elvis and all the hard work you’ve put in over the years.

Your relationship is your business and yours alone, Austin agrees that there’s a time and place to go public. For now, it’s minimal PDA that doesn’t go beyond close friends and the real intimacies behind closed doors. Austin’s a gentleman naturally, so most of the time his mannerisms towards you are easily explained.

It makes sense, though it doesn’t mean it’s always easy.

You walk out of a small back room to an interview space, mostly a red-curtained area that has the ELVIS movie logo behind two tall chairs that you and Austin are going to sit in. You’re not mic’d yet, so small conversations are able to be had as everyone else runs around to get ready for the interview. You give Austin a small smile, his hand along your lower back as you walk to the chairs,

“You gotta help me climb onto these things.”

A soft laugh rumbles in his chest and well, these chairs are slightly awkward. They’re elevated from the ground but especially if you’ve got heels on? You kinda got to hold onto someone else as you hoist yourself up and get situated.

“What would you do without me?” He teases, holding onto your hand and helping you up. “You good?”

“I think,” You shimmy around to get comfortable, adjusting your blazer that you paired with black skinny jeans and black studded heels. Austin’s just got a simple black t-shirt on, pleather pants but…the man could wear grocery store paper and still look great.

“Don’t be fallin’ over in one of these things.” His hand lingers along your hip and brushes your arm as he moves to take the chair next to you and you try not to think about how easily he adjusts with his long legs. One is bent just slightly as his heel rests on a rung of the chair.

“Right, would hate for you to show up at my mom’s house tonight for dinner without me.” You grin, voice an octave lower just in case.

Austin smiles, licking his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, “Your mom loves me—she probably wouldn’t even think twice.”

You snort, shaking your head. Honestly…that’s a bit true. Guaranteed she probably made an extra special dessert or something for him since she knows he’s coming to dinner. You straighten your shoulders as the interviewer comes out behind the red curtain, sitting in the other chair. A slew of other people follow, putting mics on both you and Austin, makeup people padding a few spots on your faces and finally asking if you’d like water or anything else to drink.

The interviewer’s name is Max and he’s this really chill guy from Brooklyn who has his own YouTube channel and podcast and you’re able to talk with him a little bit before getting started, cameras being turned on and intros being swept out of the way. Max does a great job at ping-ponging the questions back and forth to you and Austin, which you really appreciate. Sometimes you’ve been in interviews where questions are mostly for Austin—and that’s totally okay with you, but half the time you’re not even asked a second question in a half hour or hour span of time.

Austin makes sure you’re always pulled into the conversation though too, somehow turning questions about him, his craft, or his experiences, to loop you right into responding. It constantly makes you want to lean over and kiss him on the cheek for being so thoughtful. Max balances the questions out without being prompted, which makes the interview far more interesting to be a part of.

“So, I just gotta pause and say, Y/N, you were incredible in the film,” Max says, “I mean, just as often as I was blown away by Austin, I was astounded with you as well.”

You smile, still not used to taking compliments but you’re always appreciative to hear them. Your cheeks flush a soft pink and you can feel rather than see Austin smiling too in your direction, that sort of proud awe look he’s reserved for you many times over.

“Thank you,” You curl your hair around your ear, “It’s definitely a marathon race kind of movie, twists and turns, all good things though, astounding experiences.”

“What was the most difficult part for you?” Max begins to ask but then touches the earpiece he’s wearing, “Oh wait—hold on. Seems like we’re getting feedback from your mic. Sorry about that,” He stands from the chair, “Gonna need to switch it out.”

“Oh,” You look down, beginning to unclip it from the blazer you’re wearing. Austin picks up his water during the small break, taking a sip as Max gets another mic and helps you switch it out. Your hands brush as you exchange mics but you’re having trouble pinning it back on the lapel of your blazer without it falling.

“Here—let me…” Max trails off, stepping into your personal space. You can see Austin out of the corner of your eye watching, but trying not to, the interaction. You’ve gotten pretty well at sussing out Austin’s body language in this time together, as he’s come to know yours, so it’s clear that he’s not thrilled with how close Max is standing to you.

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Muse: August | Austin Butler | 31 | Mechanic & Serial Killer | Trigger Warning Heavy

Background: August is a masked serial killer and he's set his sights on your muse to be his next victim. Connections can be made or they can be strangers! Open to anything. Can be turned smutty if desired.

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The rich smell of petrichor hung heavily around him, the atmosphere damp and sticky from mid-summer rain. Water glistened atop the asphalt, the sun low in the sky, not quite high enough to offer much aid in drying away the recent downpour. It was that eerie time between day and night. The shadows had grown darker and longer, there was a bite to the air and a calm that washed over everything.

Dusk was August's favorite time of day. Most had ventured indoors to hide from the coming threat, night. It would soon cloak the town in its expansive void, leaving far too much to the imagination. The darkness was feared for many reasons, but more often than not for what lurked within it. He wasn't bothered by it, he never really had been. To August it was more of a warm embrace than a cold hand around the throat. Though, that had more to do with the fact he had no reason to fear what lurked within the dark. He was what sent those cold shards of ice down a person's spine. He was what lurked within.

His footsteps were heavy, each step made louder by the silence. His head hung low and his hands shoved into his pockets. It was better to appear unassuming, to blend in with the typical. He merely appeared as if he were a man headed home, drenched from the rain and beaten down from a day's work. Almost all of which rang true, all except the heading home part. He was actually two towns over from his current place of residence. Not that those around him would know that, he'd walked this path for months now. The neighborhood had grown accustomed to his nightly ritual of stalking walking the streets.

It allowed for things to run smoothly when he got that itch. August had already picked them out, his next victim. He'd learned every key detail he could about them from the shadows. They'd made it too easy with their public profiles and loud conversations. They were completely unaware of the predator that had set his sights on them. It was too bad really. August lavished in the paranoia some of his past obsessions had experienced.

The streetlights dimly lit the dark house before him. He stood in front of it as he made sure all of the lights were out. They weren't home yet, still out with their work friends after a long week. If only they knew the surprise that waited for them when they arrived home. Just the thought made his fingers twitch and the weight of his dagger at his belt more prominent. His mouth watered as his thoughts drifted only momentarily to their helpless form. If only they knew.

It was light work picking the lock to enter the empty house. Once inside August retrieved his mask from the bag he'd had on his shoulders. He tugged it on before setting to work. He knew the layout of the home like the back of his hand. He moved through it with ease and without making a sound. Into the bedroom and then into the closet, the doors cracked open for an easy exit and view of his target.

August's breathing hitched only slightly when he heard the familiar click of the door being unlocked. They were home. His lips twitched up into an excited smile before he forced himself to breathe in deeply. It was imperative he kept himself concealed, breathing low and heartbeat slow. He had to wait for the right moment to strike.

His eyes were locked on the open bedroom door. He swallowed the building saliva and adjusted his hold on the cloth in one of his hands. The glass bottle of chemicals ready in the other. The muscles of his jaw constricted as he caught his first glimpse of them. They were so oblivious to the danger just a few feet from them.

They grew closer and closer as they flitted about the room. It wasn't long until it was his time to strike. Quietly he doused the cloth in the liquid, holding his breath as he did so as to not drug himself. With one swift movement, he was out of the closet and had pounced on them. His arms wrapped tightly around their torso and his left hand raised to cover their mouth and nose with the cloth. His grip ironclad on the thrashing body. It wouldn't be long before they were limp in his arms. All they had to do was breathe.

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Exploring Art and Design Books for Various Professions

Art and design are integral aspects of numerous professions. They provide creative inspiration and aesthetic sensibilities across different industries. Incorporating art and design principles into your work can enhance your effectiveness and innovation. In this article, we will explore a selection of art and design books suitable for different professions.

Art and Design Must-reads for Various Industries

Let’s explore some prominent titles you can look for the next time you visit a digital book store for online shopping.

Architects and Interior Designers

Art and design books can provide inspiration for innovative architectural designs, spatial planning, and material selections.

The Architecture Reference & Specification Book by Julia McMorrough

This wonderful book outlines the fundamentals of architecture, including construction techniques, material specifications, and design principles. It provides an invaluable reference for architects at all stages of their careers, offering a blend of technical information and design inspiration.

The Interior Design Reference & Specification Book by Linda O’Shea and Chris Grimley

Interior designers can rely on this comprehensive guide to navigate various aspects of their profession. It covers design concepts, space planning, furniture and material specifications, and lighting techniques. The book serves as a valuable reference throughout the design process.

Graphic, Game, and Web Designers

These professionals can gain valuable insights into principles of design, typography, color theory, and layout techniques, enhancing their visual communication skills.

Thinking with Type: A Critical Guide for Designers, Writers, Editors, & Students by Ellen Lupton

This book takes an in-depth look into the principles of typography and its role in graphic design. It explores various typefaces, layouts, and grids. It's a great read if you are looking for practical advice on how to make visual communication through fonts more effective.

The Art of Game Design: A Book of Lenses by Jesse Schell

Jesse Schell offers a comprehensive perspective on game design, addressing aspects such as aesthetics, mechanics, and storytelling. This book presents a collection of lenses through which designers can analyze and improve their game designs, making it an essential resource for aspiring and experienced game designers alike.

Marketers and Advertisers

Understanding art and design principles allows marketers and advertisers to create visually compelling campaigns, convey messages effectively, and develop brand identities that resonate with their target audience.

Steal Like an Artist by Austin Kleon

This engaging book encourages marketers and advertisers to embrace their creativity and find inspiration from various sources. Kleon shares practical tips on generating fresh ideas, fostering innovation, and staying creative in a rapidly evolving industry.

Engineers and Product Designers

Art and design books help engineers and product designers approach problem-solving from a creative perspective, improving user experience and product aesthetics.

The Design of Everyday Things by Don Norman

Don Norman, a renowned cognitive scientist, explores the fundamental principles of design and how they apply to everyday objects. Engineers can benefit from this book by gaining insights into user-centered design, human factors, and the importance of intuitive interfaces.

Universal Principles of Design by William Lidwell, Kritina Holden, and Jill Butler

This art and design book introduces 125 essential design principles, ranging from affordance and cognitive load to color theory and storytelling. It helps industrial designers to create products that are functional and user-friendly without compromising on aesthetics.

Entrepreneurs and Businesspersons

Art and design are an important part of any brand. You need sound aesthetics to enhance brand image, product development, packaging, and overall customer experience.

Creative Confidence by David Kelley and Tom Kelley

Entrepreneurs often encounter challenges that require creative problem-solving. “Creative Confidence” offers a framework for unlocking creativity, overcoming self-doubt, and fostering innovation within organizations. This book equips entrepreneurs with the tools to develop and implement imaginative ideas effectively.

Fine Artists and Visualizers

Artists can explore different art movements, techniques, and conceptual approaches through art and design books, stimulating creativity and expanding artistic horizons.

The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron

Julia Cameron's renowned book is a guide to discovering and nurturing creativity in the artistic process. It offers techniques, exercises, and inspiration to overcome creative blocks and cultivate a sustainable artistic practice.

Color and Light: A Guide for the Realist Painter by James Gurney

For visualisers and illustrators looking to master the use of color and light in their artwork, this art and design book is an invaluable resource. Gurney provides insights into color theory, atmospheric perspective, and the portrayal of light in different settings.

The Art and Science of Digital Compositing by Ron Brinkmann

For professionals working in the realm of visual effects, this book provides a thorough exploration of digital compositing techniques. It covers topics like color grading, matte painting, and 3D integration, offering practical guidance and insights into the visual effects industry.

Photographers and Filmmakers

Art and design books offer insights into composition, lighting, color grading, and storytelling techniques, empowering photographers and filmmakers to create captivating visual narratives.

Understanding Exposure: How to Shoot Great Photographs with Any Camera" by Bryan Peterson

This book serves as a comprehensive guide to mastering exposure in photography. Bryan Peterson breaks down the technical aspects of photography, such as aperture, shutter speed, and ISO. He also discusses the artistic elements of composition and lighting. It is a valuable resource for photographers of all levels.

In the Blink of an Eye: A Perspective on Film Editing by Walter Murch

In his book, the acclaimed editor explores the principles of storytelling, pacing, and visual continuity. It can provide filmmakers with a deeper understanding of the editing process and its impact on the final cut.

Fashion Designers and Stylists

Art and design books in this niche cover topics such as fashion history, illustration, textiles, and trend forecasting. They also provide inspiration for unique and innovative designs.

The Fashion Designer’s Sketchbook by Sharon Rothman

If you are an aspiring fashion designer, this sketchbook will be a practical companion. It explores various illustration techniques and fashion design fundamentals. Plus, there is also space for you to sketch and develop your ideas.

Conclusion

Art and design play a significant role in enhancing various professions, offering innovative thinking, problem-solving skills, and aesthetic appeal. The recommended art and design books cater to different professions, providing valuable insights, practical techniques, and inspiration to professionals seeking to incorporate art and design principles into their work. By exploring these resources, you can expand your creative horizons and elevate their professional practice. Keep these titles on your wishlist the next time you come to BookSmart, your one-stop digital book store for online shopping.

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