#Austin elvis x yn

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I’m telling you, honey, you ain’t gon’ like it.” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: you push yourself too far out of your comfort zone and get upset at Elvis for it, but he’s very patient with you <3

Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!Elvis x reader

Word count: 865

Warnings: fluff!! Minor argument but very a patient Elvis <3

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“I’m telling you, honey, you ain’t gon’ like it.” Elvis stated through a small chuckle of disbelief as he shook his head.

“Oh, Elvis, of course I will.” you replied, smiling, though inwardly determined to prove yourself on the big rides. You wanted to impress him. Amusement parks were enjoyable, sure, but you were tired of being the one too scared for the fast and tall rides.

“You won’t.” He argued through his laugh, like he could see right through you.

Not earning a reply from you, he kept going, “I truly don’t mind going with the fellas, baby, you don’t need to do it for me.”

Unfazed, you pressed on, “I’m not doing it for you, Elvis, I’m doing it for me.” Grabbing his wrist, you pulled him towards the queue for the biggest rollercoaster, the Cyclone. Cliff, Billy, and your brother Bobby exchanged concerned glances, but joined the line with you.

“It’s not too late to back out,” Bobby teased, leaning over your shoulder, his voice a mixture of jest and genuine concern for you. Elvis held your hand as you stepped into your place in the cart, preparing yourself to face your fear. Once everyone was settled, the operator turned the ride on and slowly you started moving, going up a steep incline. It’s not so bad. As the rollercoaster climbed to its peak, your heart pounded in your chest, and as it plummeted down, screams erupted from your lips. But these weren’t screams of exhilaration; they were screams of terror. With each twist and turn, you felt sick to your stomach, regretting every moment that led you to this point. Elvis’ arm around you provided little comfort as you endured the ordeal.

Finally, the ride screeched to a halt, and you stumbled out, feeling shaky and nauseous. Moving out of the exit of the ride, that feeling of nausea was quickly replaced with one of anger.

“I can’t believe you let me do that! You knew I’d hate it!” You lightly punched his chest, upset. He fought back a laugh, feeling bad, he knew that thing had scared you to death.

Instead of arguing back, Elvis guided you away from the bustling crowds to the quiet solitude of the car park, letting you groan and whine as you needed to. The distant sounds of laughter and excitement echoed through the air. The soft glow of twinkling lights overhead cast a gentle illumination. With a sigh, you leaned against a nearby railing, the cool metal soothing against your skin as you closed your eyes, attempting to calm yourself. Elvis stood beside you, letting you have a moment to breathe, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sniffled.

After a moment of silence, he turned to you, his expression softened with concern. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gentle. With a shaky breath, you shook your head, unable to find the words.

Without hesitation, Elvis pulled you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you buried your face against his chest. You allowed yourself to lean on him, to find solace in his comforting presence. With a soft sigh, you pulled away from Elvis’s embrace, meeting his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and apology.

Your eyes glossy with unshed tears, you mumbled, “I’m sorry. It just gave me such a fright. I don’t ever want to do that again.”

Elvis’s expression softened even further, his eyes filled with compassion and understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice gentle. “I shouldn’t have let you. I know. Next time, listen to me though. I’m only here to care for you.”

You nodded, thankful.

“Do you want to go back to the others, or are you done for the night?” he asked, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you needed.

After a moment’s hesitation, you met Elvis’ gaze, your decision clear in your mind. “I think I’m done for the night, I wanna go home,” you admitted softly.

Elvis nodded understandingly, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. “That’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. “Let’s go for a drive and head home, just the two of us.”

He opened the passenger side door, you promptly plunked your bottom down. With a soft sigh, Elvis turned the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life, the engine rumbling beneath you as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road.

After what felt like an eternity, Elvis pulled up in front of his house, the soft glow of porch lights welcoming you home. With a grateful smile, he turned off the engine and turned to you.

“Here we are,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “Tired, baby?”

You nodded, as you stepped out of the car and followed Elvis up the path to the front door. As he unlocked the door and let you inside, a sense of relief washed over you, grateful for the familiar comfort of his home. You stepped inside, the warmth of the house enveloping you, you could have just fallen asleep right there.

[austinbsblog]

The Winner Takes It All

(Benny Cross x Fem!Vandal!Reader)

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol, language, mention of breasts, kissing

A/N: I loved this anon request! It was so fun to write and get to experiment with a confident character. If you wish to see the request scroll down on my page!

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As you and Benny made your way to the bar, the rumble of his motorcycle reverberated through your body, filling you with a sense of exhilaration. You held onto him tightly, feeling the rush of wind as your hair flowed behind you, the streets blurring into streaks of light and color. You nestled your chin on his shoulder, the curve of his leather jacket providing a sense of security as you leaned into the ride. The heady scent of gasoline, cigarette smoke, and his cologne mingled in the air, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled your senses. With each breath, the familiar yet thrilling scent enveloped you, triggering a rush of anticipation and comfort. It was a scent that belonged solely to Benny. The warmth of his body pressed against yours provided a stark contrast to the cool night air.

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As you approached the bar, the lively sounds of the Vandals' loud laughter, clinking bottles, and soft rock music from the jukebox filled the air. Benny turned off the engine and steadied the bike with a kick of his boot, allowing you to dismount safely. "Thanks, Benny, I really appreciate it," you said, slipping off your leather jacket to reveal a black off-the-shoulder top. Leaning against the bike, Benny watched as you retrieved your lipstick tube and mirror from your pocket and applied a deep red color. "Of course, Baby," he teased, knowing well that you weren't a fan of the nickname. Being the youngest among the Vandals, you had unwittingly acquired the name "Baby" and it has stuck ever since. Benny often wished he could call you his, but his attempts to express his feelings were always met with your captivating gaze that left him feeling bashful. "Come on," you teased, impatiently tugging at his hand, "You're taking forever," as you playfully dragged him into the bar.

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The dimly lit space is filled with a fog of smoke and Vandals taking over every inch. Johnny is the first to see the both of you and his eyes light up at the sight of your hands clasped with one another, “Baby!” Johnny announces and everyone’s eyes snap to the door. Your smile grows wide as everyone exclaims about your presence, gives you hugs, or kisses your cheeks. The pull of the crowd causes Benny to lose you in the crowd and watch you interact from afar. “Today the day kid?” Johnny asks as Benny slides into the seat at the table, Benny just smiles and stares at you with a look of tenderness while you nurse a drink and tell some story to a group gathered around you exuding confidence and boldness that captivated everyone's attention. "Listen, kid, I'm telling you if you don't gather up the nerve to ask her out soon, someone else is going to sweep her off her feet, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life," Johnny muttered, the end of his cigarette glowing softly. "Remember how quickly I married Betty? That's because I saw in her what you see in Baby," he added taking a drag. “You getting soft on me?” Benny questioned, and Johnny just gave him a look. “Fine…yeah yeah okay, I’ll do it,” Benny said getting up from the table. Johnny lifted his eyebrow and tapped his watch signaling to Benny that time was ticking and you weren’t going to wait very long. 

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Benny's eyes studied the pool table and lined up his cue, taking the shot. Come on’s, damns, and shits were shouted from the surrounding players as they put their money on the table. Benny chuckled at the cries knowing that they lost. “My my boys, is that how you speak in front of a lady?” you ask from behind Benny, your heels clicking louder as you approach the table. Your hands leaned against the table allowing the men to get a view of your defined collarbones and top of your breasts. “Hm, I see Benny beat all you fools, well, let’s see if you can beat me,” you challenge, as you glance up at Benny, take the cigarette from his lips, and place them between yours. The men put their new bets on the table and chalk up the ends of their cues. '`You playin’?” you whispered to Benny, “No I’ll watch Baby,' ' he responded, “Alright,” you sighed. All of a sudden a 50 dollar bill gleamed on top of the pile, and everyone went silent. Your eyes followed the hand and leather-clad arm up to a handsome man you had never seen staring right at you. Two other men in leather jackets with a devil on the back were on each side of him with their cues, “Well hi there, I’m Baby” your voice is sultry as you greet them, “Hello… Baby,” the man responded with furrowed eyebrows, “I’m Michael, this is James and Christopher” he says pointing to the others. A moment passes before Michael says “Why don’t we make this a little more interesting gentlemen?” “What do you have in mind?” Danny says, cocking his head to the side, taking the cigarette, and blowing out the smoke, “Whoever wins, takes the money and her on a date,” Michael suggests with a smirk on his face tracing your body with his eyes. “She’s not an item to be bought…or sold” Benny argued while staring at Michael with cold eyes, “Okay, then just a date,” Michael countered and leaned in. All eyes were shifting between Benny who had a cool gaze and Michael who had a smirk plastered on his face. “And, if I win,” you paused, “I get the money,” you raised your eyebrow at the men having a staring contest. “Deal,” they said at the same time. 

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It had been 30 minutes since the beginning of the game and 3 players were out. Benny and Michael were so concentrated on their scores and beating each other that they never realized you were winning significantly. Throughout the entirety of the game, Michael kept flirting with you to not only win you over but piss off Benny, and well, it worked. Benny was fuming like a bull. He couldn’t stand Michael treating you like an item, like some girl he could just fuck around with, you deserved better. When it was your turn, the balls were lined up perfectly for you to win. You smirk at the two men who were too busy giving each other death glares that when your stick hit the cue ball, you had won. The crowd’s roars and cheers for you caused Benny and Michael to snap their heads over to you. Your hand reached towards Danny who held the money, “Well Michael, tough game, better luck next time,” you snarkily said fanning yourself with the money, “He lost too,” Michael laughed as the crowd dispersed, “Did he though?” you smiled. Michael’s smile faltered at your question and Benny’s eyes widened as you walked over to his side. “He might have lost the game but, he sure as hell didn’t lose me, so thank you so much for your generous donation to our date,” you continued. You smile sweetly but with mischievous eyes as the trio walks away. “Come on, you gotta drive me home,” you say, taking Benny’s hand and once again dragging him out the front door. “Hold on, hold on,” Benny called out, “our date?” he said tugging at your hand so you were mere inches apart. “You think I wasn’t gonna go out on a date with you?” you gasped, “I didn’t… I… you like me?” Benny mumbled with a look of disbelief on his sculpted face. You put your hands on his face feeling the slight stubble and closed the gap between you. The kiss was passionate and made your stomach fill with butterflies as his hands enveloped your waist and rubbed the soft skin showing between your top and denim jeans. You broke the kiss when you heard muffled whistles and laughter. You both turned your heads to the bar and saw the Vandals pressed against the windows and door. You pressed your foreheads together and sighed,  “Does that answer your question?” you giggled. Benny broke out into a smile before planting a small kiss on your red lips.

~V

[ughdontbeboring]

babes…I was just never into it right…just like wasn’t my thing….when I’d read that phrase in fics I be like 😖…next sentence…but like…idk…uh yea after watching Elvis and hearing Austin say it….im down bad for this man is just not right…I need Austin to be a little condescending don’t care what he says as long as he throws it in and says “little girl” to me…there I said it! let me run and hide😭….what the fuck is happening to me 😵‍💫🫠🙂 yall I watched it infront of my mother and had FEELINGS (just like that fucker the colonel was saying)…so this is it right…I had been laughing at that whole scene with all the girls screaming for the first song, having a good ole time….and then I heard it…and I swear I think my brain (and other parts) skidded to a stop and started short circuiting….and I made an excuse to rewind it right then and there just to be sure I felt what I did and yea…and to add the wiggle at that very moment…and how his voice deepens 🙂 I’m fucked and down bad….shorty screaming was literally my p****…and her boyfriend being shocked and surprised was one half of my brain and his original manager laughing was the other half of my brain bc of course

also to add the whole movie just did something to me, Austin in the black hair, the voice, the moves the fucking clothes, THE SINGING!!! but that specifically was the start and end for me right there.

[oh-austin]

photographer!yn

for all my wives because we can’t stop thirsting over these bts pics

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yourinstagram early hair and makeup test #elvisfilm

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user3 how did you get these pics?

↳ user5 she’s the film’s photographer, baz hired her

↳ yourinstagram that he did!! I have a very cool job

oliviadejonge making austin look 10x better

↳ yourinstagram it’s hard work 🥱

austinfan6 austin in these pics hnggggg 🥴🥴🥴

↳ austinfan8 makes me feel some sorta way

user11 are you going to post more Elvis bts

↳ yourinstagram my entire feed is now dedicated to pictures of my time in Australia and Elvis 🫶🏼

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oliviadejonge yourinstagram and i take on australia

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yourinstagram miss dejonge arent you supposed to be on set right now?

↳ oliviadejonge miss l/n I didn’t think that canoodling with the talent was in your job description 🧐

↳ austinfan16 sorry what?

austinfan18 as if olivia just outed y/n like that

austinfan19 now olivia tell us which cast member y/n was kissing 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

↳ austinfan22 has to be austin

↳ user24 idk dacre was seen in queensland a few days ago…

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yourinstagram baz and austin in early hair and makeup tests for #elvisfilm

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austinfan22 just admit you’re dating austin

austinfan25 you’re not fooling anyone xo

austinbutler your eye for art never ceases to amaze me

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ user26 what’re y’all doing? .. screwin?

↳ austinfan28 definitely

dacremontgomery you’re an amazing photographer y/n

↳ yourinstagram ���️❤️

↳ austinfan30 me trying to decode what the different coloured hearts mean 😤😤😤

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yourinstagram six months in australia now, so grateful for my job and everything that’s come with it 🖤

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austinfan32 UHHHHH Y/N WHATS THAT NECKLACE YOURE WEARING

austinfan35 UMMMMM LIKE AN INTITAL NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS YOU.. BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS YOU???

↳ austinfan36 I knew she was a swiftie 😭😭

user37 y/n exposed her and austin I can’t believe this 🫢

austinfan38 ‘A’ AS IN AUSTIN

yourinstagram has deleted this post !

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austinupdates OKAY!!! So Y/N L/N, the Elvis film photographer, had the second post up yesterday and then deleted it because she was wearing a necklace with an ‘A’ on it (1st slide) Many people believe that they’ve been together for the last six months or so. Now Y/N has reuploaded the picture with the necklace CROPPED OUT (2nd slide)!!!

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austinfan44 Y/N YOURE NOT SLICK

user47 I understand wanting to keep our relationship private, but now everyone knows they should just tell us

austinfan49 I want y/n and austin content

user53 confused, wasn’t she sending hearts to dacre???

↳ austinfan55 she just replied to his comment with some

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austinbutler grateful for this opportunity to fill such big shoes. thank you to my lady for capturing my first time all done up as the king #elvisfilm

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austinfan58 austin being the one to confirm their relationship was not on my bingo card for this year

austinfan61 MY LADY? Someone catch me im swooning

austinfan64 y/n these elvis pics are making me h-word…

↳ yourinstagram me too, it’s okay

user66 I cant wait for this movie

bazlurhman you’re such a talent 🌟

austinbutler 🖤🖤🖤

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ austinfan68 guys i think black hearts are their thing, we might just be dumb 😭😭

oliviadejonge wait.. you’re dating y/n… I’m also dating y/n

↳ austinbutler yourinstagram care to explain?

↳ yourinstagram there’s enough of me to go around, go back to doing your jobs

[kiankiwi]

okay so i don't know how to make a masterlist yet but I went all through my tumblr and tagged my pieces as #kiwiswriting and put them there so it would be easier for you all to find my writing <3 happy reading and hope you enjoy! love ya! <3

ALSO I WILL WRITE ANYTHING BUT SMUT! I'm sorry to the readers who enjoy that but that's the only thing I'm not comfortable writing it and there's plenty of wonderful smut writers in this fandom who can do it way better than me if that's what you want to read!

My current EMOJI ANONS: 🖤 + 🍙

I WRITE FOR: 👇⬇️👇⬇️👇⬇️

(big or little) Elvis Presley

(big or little) Austin Butler

911 and 911 Lonestar (specifically Buck and/or Eddie and TARLOS TK IS MY LOVE <3)

WEDNESDAY

CRIMINAL MINDS and I would love to write (little!spencer and cg!BAU)

AND I WANNA START WRITING FOR JACOB ELORDI (not as Nate though, sorry but Jacob as Jacob)

MY AU'S my wonderful anon's created:

Baby steps (abused but rescued by you baby!e)

Babylove (baby!aus)

littles are known

wolf blues (werewolf!e)

HOME AU (both famous and focusing on getting E in rehab and he notices he's little in rehab)

Change of Habit AU: (CG!E little!OC) set in the COH universe where Dr. John works at a littles center and finds Erin, a little and falls in love with them and saves them from their abusive home (thanks to @arianatheangel-girl you are a genius)

ANGELS AU: We are famous and we have the help of the memphis mafia to help us take care of both Little!Elvis (nonfamous 70's E) and non famous little!aus both at once! Little!aus x Little!e x CG!reader (+ a mini au called "yn and her littles" within the angels au where it's kind of a daily vlog/preemption videos for little inclusive companies where you just record your life with your littles. It's so cute)

Cg!E And little!Aus bc why not

OUR QUIET WORLD: where Austin is both autistic + DEAF! + we have 2 kids, a son Ollie who is also deaf and autistic and a daughter Gracie who is hearing and very protective of her big brother

Our Little One AU: CG!reader, CG!elvis, Little!Austin

NEW AU: PORCH AU: Little!Clint runs away from his home after it got destroyed by a tornado and he runs onto our porch for safety and we find him crying and welcome him inside and welcome him into our family (Austin is in this AU too!)

CG!BDE AU where it's just little!reader taken care of by 70's era E who is in his big daddy era :)

GIRL DAD!FELIX CATTON AU (a family saltburn AU with no death and Oliver was just banished from saltburn before he could carry on killing anyone)

Dad!jacob au!: a family AU starring reader, Jacob and your 2 (soon to be 4) daughters, Amelia and Stella (and soon Karina and Lucy too)

[pastorpresent]

Just Let Me Adore You.

[ you can't watch what their doing to him any more. He's overworked. Exhausted, and pumped full of pills to keep awake. ]

TW: mention of drug use, vomiting, blood, mild sexual content.

Elvis/YN, or Austin!Elvis/YN if preferred

"Where is he?"

Your voice is sharp, demanding, and Vernon looks fearful almost as he takes a small step behind the colonel.

"Don't get all twisted up, sweetness. He's resting, was a big show tonight."

You didn't think you could hate anyone quite as much as you hated the man in front of you. From the minute he stepped into the picture, he only had one intention: bleed Elvis dry for everything he had.

It didn't matter how much you tried to warn him. Elvis saw him as a second father figure of sorts, and refused to say a bad word about the old bastard.

You had no such qualms.

"I want to see him, you twisted monster," you spat, glare hardening.

The ridiculous show schedule they had him on was taking its toll. Tonight more than ever. He looked awful up there, even if he did sing and perform just as perfect as ever, but even that made your chest ache. He would kill himself before he would let down his fans. You could see it backstage, between songs, where he would all but stumble to the waiting chair, letting them slip him pills and needles and shoving his face in ice water until he was gasping for breath, hurriedly reapplying his eyeliner before the next song.

He was dead on his feet. A puppet on strings doing everything he was told, consequences be damned.

"Now listen to me-"

"Let her in," that was Vernon's tired voice cutting in, avoiding your face, but you could see the guilt there anyway. "She might be able to settle him down," he continued, even softer, and you felt your concern grow worse.

Parker huffed, muttering something incoherent but stepping aside away from the door to the penthouse. You kept your posture tall, giving him a brief nod before pushing past and locking the door behind you.

There was silence for a few moments, and then a half moan, half sob. It was unmistakably him.

You followed the noise to the bathroom, and found your lover on the floor covered in vomit, sobbing dejectedly over the bathtub.

"Elvis, sweetheart," you gasp, dropping to your knees. He recoils almost, curling in on himself miserably.

"You need to go, mama. Can't- Can't be having you 'round when I'm like this," he moaned, burying his face away in his legs.

"No, baby. This is exactly the times I should be around," you say, moving close enough to wrap your arms around him. His reaction is almost automatic, even if he does try to fight it. His arms curl desperately around your waist, face buried in your chest as he cries, begs for unnecessary forgiveness.

"Hate myself, baby. I'm- I can't- I need to let you go, mama. You need'a run. Run far a'ay, you hear me?"

You shook your head, rocking him and pressing kisses to his damp hair, running your fingers over his back.

"Don't say those things. Please, Elvis. Don't say those things. You're amazing, baby. You did so well up there tonight," you knew it was what he needed, ultimately. He was so terrified of failing, of disappointing those flocks of people who scream and cry for him, as if he ever even could. You were convinced he could sit and talk for a few minutes about the blandest topic in the world and they would still go wild.

It was his greatest fear. That's why he let them fill him with drugs and take half his money. Consequences be damned, as long as he was making the people happy.

He all but mewled against you at the praise, slumping further into your warmth, mumbling a broken "you rea'ly think so?"

It shattered your heart, and you nodded, kissing his forehead.

"So good baby, but you need to rest now, for a little while. Till you're all nice and better, sweetheart."

Predictably, he shook his head, although anything he planned on saying was cut off with a harsh gag, and he was pulling away from you quickly to cough up a sickly mix of bile and blood over the tile floor.

He was pale, skin clammy, and while you winced in sympathy you couldn't help but be slightly relieved at the ejection of those horrible pills from his body.

He was apologising again, words slurred and body wracked by violent shakes.

"'Nother show, a-at t-ten. Colonel said demand was enough for it, I'm gettin' two shows a night," he sounded proud, despite being half dead on the floor like a weakened animal, eyes half shut and muscles tense, twitching incessantly.

"No," you spoke firm, leaving absolutely zero wiggle room for compromise, "you can't go back out there tonight. A few nights, maybe even a few weeks. You're going to kill yourself," it was brutal, perhaps a little harsh, but what else could you do? How else would he ever come to accept how bad the situation was, if not even one person in his life could be honest?

"If it's how I go, it's how I go."

Anger fluttered in your stomach, and you pulled him up to sit against the wall, sitting directly in front of him, hands clamped on his shoulders. You watched his eyes drift and struggle to focus on your face despite the close proximity.

"Don't you dare! What about Lisa, huh? You gonna have me explain to her where her daddy's gone? Want me to tell her how he loved them more than her? The Colonel, the fans, whoever the hell else! And- and what about me?! You just- you just gonna leave me, like that? After everything?!"

You didn't realise quite how worked up you had gotten, nor the tears streaming over your face, until he lifted a hand to cup your cheek, trying to thumb the wetness away as if he could make it all better just by cleaning up your hysterics.

It was him pulling you in this time. You wanted to fight. You were so damn furious, still - but his hands left you powerless, reducing you to a palatable mess who sunk against him in a bone heavy heap, hiding your face in his neck.

"Sorry, mama. Sorry. Not leaving either of yas, what kinda man would that make me, huh? What kinda daddy, or husband? Needa look after ya better, don't I? Look after my best girls."

You nod against his damp skin, a mix of tears and sweat as his body struggles. Your breath hitches when you feel how shaky his hands are running through your hair, and you pull back enough to wipe at your eyes.

"Let's get you to bed, baby. Let me look after you this time," you say quietly, running your thumb over his jaw. He blinks at you, a small smile tugging his lips, even if it is a little forced.

He looks pained and so, so exhausted. You never thought yourself capable of violence, but you wouldn't hesitate to kill Tom Parker for what he's done to your man. You remember those early days, back in memphis, back when his momma was alive. He was so bright then - so happy and carefree.

The years since had only served to beat him down. The shows and the fame and the fucking colonel- they only ever served to break him, and here he was now. Broken. He would never again be that nineteen year old starry eyed boy you first met, but that was ok. You loved him no matter what, just like you always swore.

You help him to his feet, and between yourself and the bathtub he makes it up on trembling legs. You wrap your arm secure around his waist, and you notice his slight wince, an insecurity spurred on by those awful pills. You tighten your grip, kiss his cheek to reassure him you don't care in the slightest.

It's slow, but you get him to the bed. He all but collapses into it with a groan, eyes already fluttering shut.

"Let's get you some clean clothes, baby," you encourage, and he obeys so easily as you strip him out of the soiled jumpsuit, tugging on some briefs in its place and some softer sleeping pants.

"Shirt, mama?"

It's not cold in the room, and the vulnerability in his eyes makes the shattered pieces of your heart burn.

"Don't need one, baby. I promise. You're gorgeous. All my gorgeous man, daddy," you assure, kissing his collarbone all tender and letting your hands move careful over his sides.

He shivers, squirming a little on the bed under your touch.

"You sure baby? Not quite as pretty as I useta be," he mumbles, and you huff a little, continuing to kiss downwards, on your knees all but worshipping every piece of visible skin.

"So gorgeous, daddy."

"What'd I do to deserve ya, huh?" Elvis whispers, and you chuckle a little against his skin, and his smile this time feels much more real.

"Somethin' diabolical, I'm sure," you tease, pushing him gentle until he lies down.

"Think I must'a been a saint or somethin," he drawled, and you smile.

"Or somethin."

You dip to press a kiss to his forehead, which still feels awfully hot. You decide a cold towel might help, but as you go to grab it he grips your hand.

"Where ya goin?"

He's giving you those puppy eyes, fingers linking with yours.

"Gonna get a towel, try to cool you down some. You're burning, baby," he shakes his head, whimpering a little, pressing his lips to your hand.

"Stay, mama. Ya all I need, you'll fix me right up with ya pretty lips. Just wanna hold ya, is all. Ya my medicine," he murmurs, and you sigh softly, perching on the bed and running your fingers through his hair.

"I'll only be downstairs, baby. Just one moment, ok?"

Reluctantly he loosens his grip, pressing a weak kiss to your thigh as an almost wordless agreement.

You rush downstairs and search for a towel, wetting it with cold water. You grab a bowl from the kitchen incase the nausea hits again, and a glass of water. You're just gathering up the things to take upstairs when you hear voices from the bedroom.

You quickly grab the supplies and go up, only to find Elvis now half sitting, struggling to get all the way up, breathing rough like he's panicking and trying not to cry. The colonel stands at the foot of the bed, cigar between his lips puffing clouds of smoke, arms folded over his chest as he watched, almost bemused.

"What the hell are you doing?" You spit, almost dropping the glass in your haste to reach your man. You place the water on the bedside, the bowl on the floor, and ease the towel around his neck, whispering reassurances as you direct him to lie back down. You can see in his eyes that he doesn't necessarily want to, but his body is far too weak to fight your guiding hands, and his head lands back onto the pillow with a soft thump.

"He's got a performance in a half hour. We need him downstairs for sound check and wardrobe," Parker states, voice void of any sympathy. He's looking at the sick man with something akin to frustration and anger, and you can see how it hurts him, can feel him try to sit again under your hands only to be physically incapable.

"He's not going on that damn stage," you growl right back.

"It's none negotiable, little girl. He signed a damn contract, he honours it!" Tom hissed, getting into your space.

You didn't back down, grabbing your lovers hand to assure him you were ok when you felt him try to struggle to his feet again.

"He's half fucking dead, you dimwit! You're working him to death, can't you see that? He's a human being! You can't just stuff him with drugs and push him onto a damn stage night in night out! He needs rest!"

The Colonel shook his head, chuckling. He looked at Elvis, who was glaring up at him now.

"You letting your girl fight your battles now? Letting her make the rules?"

He glances your way, tightening the grip on your hand.

"She's right. It's too much," it felt almost relieving to hear him finally say it. "Tell them I'll resume I'm a few days but not tonight."

You hoped you could convince him for a little more than that, but it would do for now.

The colonel seemed to of realised he lost, storming out with a promise to make us both pay.

The door slammed, and you climbed onto the bed immediately, wrapping yourself around him and kissing his lips sweetly, letting your hands draw patterns over his bare arms.

"I do good, baby?" He hummed quietly, and you nod, the tension melting from your body as he nuzzles into you, linking your legs and bringing his arms around your waist to tug you closer.

"The best. I'm proud of you," you murmur into his hair, peppering his face with gentle kisses.

You both lie like that for a little while, and eventually you can feel him snoring softly against you. You let yourself drift off too, feeling impossibly safe in his arms.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Please Don’t Leave Me: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 608

Request:  I was wondering if you could do something with Austin!elvis where the reader is an artist as well and they get into an argument at Graceland in front of his parents and the reader ends up leaving for a bit ( like a few hours) she comes back and he’s all over?? If not that’s ok too🥰🥰

You weren't even sure what you and Elvis were arguing about at this point, what had started out as you bringing up some concerns about his manager The Colonel, that both you and your own manager noticed was now turned around on you saying how you were jealous of him and anything else he could spew at you.

"Elvis you need to calm down. I did not realize you to talk to a woman like that." His mother said.

"Mama stayed out this!" He said angrily.

"Elvis baby I'm not trying to fight with you, I'm just trying to look out for you, you have so much potential and I don't want the Colonel to take advantage of that." You said wiping your tears.

"I don't need you to look out for me!" He shouted nearly making you flinch.

"Fine, I won't then." You said snatching your bag and keys off of the counter and making a run for one of the cars.

"Baby where are you going?" He called out chasing after you.

You climbed into the car and started it ignoring everyone who was calling out after you, before speeding out of there watching as Elvis's figure disappear in your rearview mirror as you left. You drove around for a bit trying to clear your head, trying to understand why Elvis was so harsh to you. You pulled up to one of your favorite shops where you knew the owner would let you come hang out and write if you wanted to in peace without any questions.

"New song?" The owner asked as you sat there working out a new melody on the piano.

"More or less." You said not sure what you were playing, it was just helping you keep your mind off Elvis.

Meanwhile back at Graceland Elvis was a mess constantly pacing the house with each hour that passed and you still weren't home. He was worried that maybe you had left for good after everything he said to you today, he needed to know that you were okay. He took a seat outside on the steps and tried to calm himself down when he saw someone pulling into Graceland and he prayed that it was you. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was you and stood up immediately and once you were out of the car, he wrapped his arms around you.

"I was so worried about you baby." He said quietly placing kisses all over your face before finally resting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I just needed to get out of here for a little bit before we said things we both regret." You said.

"No don't apologize, baby, none of what happened today was your fault. I was so worried that you were gonna leave me today after how mean I was to you when you were only looking out for me. Please don't leave." He said crying as he pulled back so he could look you in the eye.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Elvis. Not now, not ever. I love you so much, baby." You said wiping his tears before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you too sweetheart, now let's go get some rest." He said grabbing your hand and leading you inside the house.

[austinsmutler]

Hating Everything She Tries On | Austin Butler x Reader | One Shot

Summary: After a year of living as a shut-in with Austin, you're stuck trying to choose a nice dress for your date. Austin doesn't mind watching you get ready though ;)

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 1309

What you’ll like: Supportive Austin, Austin oogling you, just casually being smitten, supportive relationship, established relationship, FLUFF

Warnings: None really, this is just adorable. Buuut reader feels a little uncomfortable in some of these dresses, and if that's something you don't want to read about right now, read Everyday instead- a dreamy Austin x Reader comfort fic, just for you :)

A/N: For bonus points, listen to Hating Everything She Tries On by Drake Milligan, the gorgeous song that inspired this.

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want! Confess your sins! Have a good time with it!)

5:30 PM, Friday. Not a hint of thunder or rain outside, but inside the bedroom looked like a category 4 hurricane. Two dresses made up a dejected ‘maybe’ pile on the bed, three more littered the floor. 

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath, standing sideways in the bedroom mirror and inspecting the dress until it felt threadbare on your skin. A tasteful red piece with a sweetheart neckline and rose details on the sleeves. “What do you think?”

You looked in the mirror to catch eyes with Austin, who was sitting on the end of the bed, watching your every move with a thoughtful expression.

“Gorgeous.”

“Liar. Unzip me.” He leaned forward and did as you asked.

“It’s not my fault you look good in all these dresses.” He pressed a kiss to your bare skin before leaning back to watch you shimmy out of the dress.

It was your first date in a while. Austin had been away for months, busy with countless premiers, press tours and interviews around the world. His role as Elvis was an undeniable success and one of his proudest achievements, but it wasn’t without complications. 

Before, your boyfriend had been just yours- now the rest of the world shared your love for him. You couldn’t go out without cameras flashing in your face, and it was a hundred times worse if you were together. His hand in yours did little to settle the fluttering in your stomach when photographers yelled things like, 

“Give us a smile!”

“Austin, when’re you popping the question?”

“Is it true you’re expecting a baby in November?”

It had been over a year since Elvis hit theatres, and the world was still glued to Austin- and you, by extension. The worst of the hype was starting to die down now, and tonight you’d be going to a sweet dinner spot in LA; not too fancy, not too loud. Austin had eaten there plenty of times now without being bothered. The waiters were even starting to act calm when he walked in. Yes, tonight was going to be a good night to rekindle some romance in your relationship.

If you could just find something fucking nice to wear.

This one was black, sexy, a Diana-revenge-style dress with a slit up one thigh and spaghetti straps. You made a face, plucking them like satin guitar strings.

“I hate these.”

“You hate looking like princess Di?” Austin couldn’t hide his smirk.

“It’s too much skin. I don’t want any more of those gross gossipy headlines about my body.”

You slipped the spaghetti straps down your shoulders and kicked the pool of black fabric across the floor. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to keep calm. Austin pulled you to his lap, arms around your bare waist. 

“You look beautiful in everything.” His voice rumbled against your ear. That was one change you didn’t mind so much since Elvis came out; he had a cute voice before, but now it was unbearably sexy. 

“I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and lay your head back, in the crook of his neck that always managed to smell so good. You’d missed that smell, a mix of cologne and something unspeakably Austin. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“I don’t mind watching you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, catching your eye in the mirror. He was dressed simply, black dress pants and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You were in your underwear. “Surprisingly, I like the view.”

You slapped his arm. “Perv.”

“I can’t help myself.” He grinned and let you get up for another pilgrimage to the closet.

A green velvet dress, one that came to just above your knees. This one had a line of brass buttons at the back. 

“Help me get into this one.” 

Austin’s fingers lingered on your hips once the dress was buttoned. The halter neck felt too hot around your throat, and the way the buttons cinched in your waist was gorgeous- but uncomfortable. 

You fell beside Austin with a groan, head in your hands. “I’m sorry it’s taking me so long.”

You’d never been the kind of girl to do this. Sure, you liked to look pretty- who didn’t? It was normal to dress nicely for yourself, for Austin, but now even doing that felt out of reach. The back of your throat was suddenly hot and choked up, vision blurring with frustrated tears. 

“Hey, it’s okay. You alright?” Your boyfriend frowned. 

“I’m just…” Just what? Tired? Overwhelmed? You needed to pick out a dress, that shouldn’t be hard. 

Austin studied your face for a minute, before nodding and looking ahead. His clear blue eyes met yours in the mirror, and he nodded. 

“I know. Everything’s a lot harder now.” He looked down at his hands. “If you want, if it makes you more comfortable, we can stay home. We can stay dressed up and not have to worry about anything, just be together. Does that sound nice?”

It did- because it was the same date night you’d had for the last year. Waiting for Austin to come home, waiting for the Elvis hype to die down, waiting to get used to the paparazzi and reporters who’d taken an all-of-a-sudden interest in everything from your favourite Starbucks order to your sex life. 

It was more than tempting to stay home and enjoy the privacy of your relationship. Home meant intimacy, a happy little bubble with Austin; but it also meant letting trashy gossip magazines control your life together.

“No. We’re going out. Unbutton me right now.”

He grinned. “Alright.”

He made a point of pressing kisses to your spine as he unbuttoned the dress, helping you lift it over your head. When you turned around to thank him, his face was clouded with an emotion you couldn’t name. 

“You know, I love you more and more every time you change.” He pulled you down for a kiss, lingering close to press his forehead against yours and murmur, “You look beautiful in everything. More beautiful with every dress, in fact. So take as long as you need.”

Heat rose in the back of your throat. What do I say to that? With the way he was looking at you, there was nothing to say. One quick peck and you were back at the closet. 

Maybe it was the way half of your wardrobe was on the bedroom floor. Maybe it was the way Austin went out of his way to remind you of all the reasons you loved him, no matter the challenges you faced together. Or maybe it was just a silly coincidence, but your eyes found a dress that had been pushed to the back of rotation for a while. 

“Austin?”

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes.”

You peeked around the closet door to see Austin on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, head back, waiting. Perfect. 

You slipped on the dress and moved to take Austin’s hands, hoping he’d like your decision. His fingers found the zip and moved upwards, the fabric hugging you in all the right places. 

“Okay, open them now.”

“Wow.”

You bit back a smile at the look on his face. 

“I remember this one.”

You nodded; it was an old favourite. The first real dress you’d ever owned, paid for with your first paycheck from a summer internship. You’d worn it on your first date, and many more until you could afford nicer things, until Austin’s work and constant premiers demanded something a little fancier. 

“You always liked me in blue, right?”

“I like you in everything, but especially this.” He winked and stood up. “You ready to go? We can still make our reservation if I speed.”

“Take your time.” You grinned, “I want to enjoy our night.”

[vintageaustin]

So what if I start Halloween season a week early….👀👀👀

Say thank you Ashley for approving my idea @asshlyyyy this gonna be a wild one

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hot Tub

I haven’t written a fanfic/smut since 2013 when I was obsessed (still am) with Big Time Rush so please don’t judge my writing lol.

Now I need to get my sexual frustrations for Austin Butler out. Here we are.

It’s dirty and not written the best. I just needed to get my thoughts out lol. We need more Austin Butler fanfictions pls <3

Keep reading

[youaintnothinbuta]

"Who does he think he is?" — Austin Butler x reader

Summary: you and Austin are attending an awards show when your ex, a popular singer performs a song clearly aimed at yours and Austin’s (much happier) relationship.

Pairing: austin butler x reader

Word count: 700

Warnings: fluff! Toxic ex, protective austin

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You and Austin, dressed to the nines, sat in the front row of the grand hall, your fingers intertwined with his. Hollywood’s finest gathered under one roof. Celebrities mingled and photographers captured moments, their cameras flashing like a thousand tiny stars. Austin, looking handsome as per usual in his suit, couldn’t take his eyes off you. He’d already swept up a few awards, which were being kept safe with his manager, wherever she was. But when the host walked back up on stage to announce the next musical performance in between awards, a sense of dread filled you.

"And now, please welcome to the stage... (your ex’s name)!" The crowd erupted in applause as he, a popular singer, and more important the guy who showed you exactly what you didn’t want in a relationship stepped onto the stage.

Austin squeezed your hand gently, his eyes searching yours for any sign of unease. You forced a smile. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, and your breakup with him had been anything but amicable.

He grabbed the microphone, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. A sly smile spread across his face, and your stomach churned.

"This song," he began, his voice smooth and dripping with intent, "is dedicated to a special someone in the audience tonight."

A murmur rippled through the crowd, heads turning to look at you. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, your grip on Austin’s hand tightening. You leaned closer to him, whispering, “This is humiliating.”

Austin’s jaw clenched, his protective instincts kicking in. “Do you want to leave?” he whispered back, his voice barely audible above the applause as he began to sing. The song’s lyrics were painfully obvious, a lament about a girl leaving and finding happiness elsewhere—clearly aimed at you and your new relationship with Austin.

Maybe only 20 seconds into the performance, and you couldn’t take it any longer. You squeezed Austin’s hand, your way of telling him you wanted to go, and without a moment’s hesitation, he stood up, pulling you with him. He walked you out of the room, the curious gazes of celebrities and cameras trailing after you.

Once outside, you found a quiet corner away from prying eyes. Your composure shattered, tears of frustration and embarrassment welling up in your eyes. He lifts a finger up to your eyes, drying them before you could ruin your makeup.

"Who does he think he is?" You exclaimed, your voice quivering. "That was so embarrassing, Austin. How could he do that?"

Austin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "I’m sorry, Y/N. He’s an idiot. I promise he’s embarrassing himself more than you."

You buried your face in his chest, taking comfort in his steady heartbeat. "Do we go back in?" You asked, her voice muffled. "There were already so many cameras on us."

Austin kissed the top of your head, stroking your back gently. "We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay? We can leave if you want, or we can go back in there."

You took a deep breath. "I don’t want to let him ruin our night. Let’s go back in. But can we wait until he’s done?"

"Of course," Austin said, his voice soothing. "We’ll take our time."

You stayed in your secluded corner for a while longer, Austin holding you close, whispering reassurances and planting gentle kisses on your forehead. Eventually, the sound of applause signaled the end of his performance, and the energy shifted back to excitement for the next performer.

Austin looked into your eyes, his expression filled with love. "Ready?" he asked, brushing a stray tear from your cheek.

"Ready," you replied.

Hand in hand, you made your way back into the hall, your heads held high. The moment you re-entered, the atmosphere shifted again. As you took your seats, Austin leaned in close and whispered, "I’m so proud of you."

You smiled. "Thank you, Aus."

You grabbed his face, planting a deep kiss on his lips, just to really drive your point home. The rest of the evening passed without incident. You enjoyed watching other actors and directors win their awards and mingled with friends.

[austinbsblog]

Work For My Attention

(Austin Butler x Fem!Actress!Reader)

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, kisses

The sun slowly beamed through your kitchen windows as you mindlessly scrolled through your latest script. You sat at the island, in sleep shorts and a black camisole enjoying the tranquil chirping of birds and the sound of commuters starting their day. Sipping on your warm coffee you could hear Austin shuffling awake upstairs. You continued reading as Austin emerged from the stairway with perfectly messy hair and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He leaned against the wall as you glanced up to meet his sleepy eyes staring at you with adoration and gave him a slight smile before resuming to your laptop. 

Austin’s eyebrows furrowed from the lack of attention he was used to you giving him. His long strides carried him to the opposite side of the kitchen island. He leaned his elbows on the counter and placed his chin in his ring-clad hands. Austin picked up your mug and took a sip closing his eyes and moaning at the taste of the sweet liquid. Surely that would get you to look at him he thought. You could feel his eyes boring intensely at your face attempting to get you to look at him. When that didn’t work, he stood behind you and circled your waist. 

You liked giving him a challenge and fought the urge to turn around and give in. He moved your hair to your other shoulder and started gradually kissing your neck in the spots he knew you would react to. His hands began to roam your hips toying with the lace at the bottom of your top. When you moved your head to the side to give him more room, he knew he was winning the game. His hands splayed across your stomach inching higher. You quickly realized that you were about to be defeated and stood up to move to the other side of the island. For a moment he thought you were mad at him but, when he saw the smirk you were trying to hide he realized you wanted him to work for it, work for your attention, work to show you that he was madly in love with you. He concluded that his next tactic might be childish but was going to work. He leaned across the counter and started poking your cheek repeatedly. 

“I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention,” he said continuing his antics. You sighed heavily and finally met his eyes, tilting your head and lifting your eyebrows you looked at him in amusement. “Theirs my pretty girl,” he said while he grasped your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb. You stared into his bright blue eyes as he bore into yours. He moved to your side picking you up and placing you on the countertop as you squealed from the unexpected movement. He held your face in his hands finally giving you the kiss he longed for. You both giggled as your lips molded together and your arms loosely hung around his tiny waist. He reached down closing your laptop and picking you up. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you up the stairs to your bedroom. Entering your room he pressed you against the door. “Now for that, we aren’t leaving this room for hours darlin’,” he said against your lips, “You think I’m gonna fight you on that?” you questioned with a smirk.

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Feel free to message me with more ideas/prompts. Hopefully my first imagine will come out later next week!

~V

[atombombbibunny]

So a wut about Austin!elvis x reader where he had met reader before going to army or meeting priscilla and reader was the niece of hank snow so they used to meet secretly but when hank found out he took her away from him back to the reader hometown so after years of meeting priscilla and growing feelings for her elvis gets a news from Tom that Reader has expired because of a car accident? And he goes to see the funeral and remembers all the old times? And regrets leaving reader?

Or

Austin butler x reader where reader is a famous personality and who is also his celebrity crush as they had worked together in the film aliens in the attic as love interests of each other but he thinks they won't like him cuz they work with marvel,godzilla and such franchises do in an interview once he mistakenly says he has a crush on yn then during Met gala he meets her after the long years of aliens in the attic and then talk with each other and all then in an interview reader reveals that she likes Austin too or something rest is to you

AN: Thank you so much for the ideas! I love all of these but the Elvis/Hank Snow's daughter once had my mind flooding with ideas, I did some tweaking I hope you still like it! (FYI I am always open for prompts/requests unless posted otherwise!)

Pairing: Elvis/Elvis!Austin x Reader (picture whoever)

Words: 2273

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, death, depression. Lots and lots of angst. Probably some timeline screw ups but whatev

Soft & Tender Snow

The summer of 1955 was one Elvis would never forget.

He knew Hank Snow despised him; he knew his son Jimmy was beginning to look up to him. But my god when he met Y/N it was something completely different.

 You were strong willed and smart mouthed; you were innocent and delicate but also took no guff from no man.

You drove your own car when you all were on the road, and you never shared a room with your family as you relished your time alone.

You weren’t scared to slap a fella who would make a pass at you.

And Elvis was taken by you.

The first time you two spoke he half expected you to rip off his jacket like most girls in your position would do, instead you leaned against a wall, your arms tucked behind you as you made light conversation with him before telling him your daddy would have his head on a platter for just talking to you. It made Elvis laugh harder than he had in years.

Through the months he would notice you watching from the side stage as he performed, swaying your hips gently back n fourth with the rock music. His smile would always grow in size at the sight of your feet tapping.

You would notice him watching from the grounds as you accompanied your father and brother on stage playing the guitar. A smirk plastered on his face as he had told you time and time again it should be you singing up on that stage.

You loved his shy demeanor when he was off stage, you savoured it knowing no other girl was witnessing what you were. You loved when he stumbled over his words, his ego was not so big around you.

You would take midnight walks together, you’d either come sneakin’ to his room or vice versa, the roads in the small towns you’d be in would be empty, you’d talk about nothing, yet those would be the things he would remember the most.

When he wanted to sing to you, he had you turn away, he would stand on one side of a tree and you the other. You’d swoon at his voice when he sang you ballads.

Your first kiss was after an electric performance Elvis did, he stepped off the stage and wanted nothing more but to sweep you off your feet.

He stormed the grounds till he found you chatting with some of the other girls in the circus, before you even saw him his hands flew to your face, capturing his lips with yours as you breathed into his kiss, your hands wrapping around his forearms.

After that the two of you were even more inseparable than before, your attempts at hiding the small smiles, kissing behind the stage before you had to run on, hand holding in the middle of the night grew into something more.

Your first night with Elvis was anxiety inducing, you couldn’t stop fiddling with your dress as you waited on him to answer the door, he had begged to see you that night and though you were used to his request for  a midnight stroll you knew this was something different.

The way he held you that night, showing you things you had never even heard of before, the way he whispered little bird into your ear had you losing your ability to see straight. Nothing would ever compare to his touch for the rest of your life. It was addicting and life threatening, your new drug as you began to spend almost every night with him.

Some nights were just holding each other as he’d watch you carefully, memorizing every line, freckle, sunspot, and dimple on your face.

The two of you thought you were invincible against those who stared and whispered.

But all the time in the world wasn’t long enough especially when your daddy started figuring things out.

Your crafted lie about hating Elvis but were being forced by the Colonel to teach him some guitar techniques fell to pieces when your father came to check on the two of you and saw you kissing in Elvis’ room.

His grip tightened around your life, Jimmy had taken over driving with you, you were also forced to bunk with him on all trips, though Jimmy looked up to Elvis and let you see each other every once and a while he feared his father, begging for you to stop crying the nights you were trapped in your room.

Elvis fought to spend every last second with you, whether it was simply being in the same area with you when you ate or grazing your arm with his hand as you walked past each other it was something he could do to get by.

The more time passed the less time you spent together, the more Elvis and you were left hurting. You knew he was sneaking other girls into his room, and your daddy made a point of telling you this to your face, breaking down your confidence every day.

By the end of the tour you were a husk of your former self, someone neither you nor Elvis recognized as you climbed into the passenger side of your car one last time. As you drove through the night Elvis sped beside Jimmy signing for him to pull over, your father was far ahead of your car.

Once on the grass Elvis practically sprang from his car rushing to your side to get to your door, pulling you out of your seat. He begged for you to talk to him, you were so beaten down by your daddy that you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

Elvis was trying to keep himself together at the sight of your pale fragile looking body, when you couldn’t speak a lick to him or look at him all he thought he could do was hold you, he pulled your waist towards him and engulfed you into his embrace, hoping his touch would bring back your bright eyes and bold personality. When your shaking arms wrapped around his back a few tears slid from his eyes before he released you. Jimmy was begging for you to get back in the car to not risk any impending anger.

Once Elvis watched you step back into the car you looked at him, he didn’t know it was going to be the last time he saw you.

The next year Elvis wasn’t on the Louisiana Hayride. You had heard he was doing movies as well as being carted off to the military. Your daddy made a whole show of telling you what a sinner of a man he was and that you were lucky you were saved from him.

As years passed and Elvis moved on with his life and stardom, you had simply moved on with your life, leaving the family band, marrying, having children. The things expected by a woman.

You saw him get married in the papers, you saw him have his child, you saw as his movies began to flop, you’d still see every last one. No longer seeing the shy, nervous boy, but a man who was losing his true self.

But every once and a while, while the moon shined brightly in the streets below, or if either of you were awake at midnight you’d think back to the late walks, the chatting in the wind, the singing in the midnight sky.

When he did his ’68 come back you watched gleefully on your TV, he no longer looked a thing like when you had first met him at the Hayride, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes that you could instantly recognize as pride. Elvis couldn’t help but think of you when he sang Heartbreak Hotel, eyes wandered through the crowd wishing to see your face, to see you sway back n fourth to the sound of his voice, but you weren’t there.

One morning Elvis was back at Graceland, talking about his future without the Colonel when  a few loud knocks caught him off guard. He wasn’t expecting anyone else at the house, it was already full of the people he needed.

He took charge of answering the door himself, ready to tell some sweet looking gal to hop off his step but was caught by surprise when he saw Jimmy Snow Jr. standing on his porch, holding his hands in front of him. “My god, Jimmy how you doin’ boy?” He pulled the fully grown man into his arms; it had been decades since he saw him last. “Elvis, nice seein’ you.” The man said keeping polite. “What in gods name brings you to Graceland ,son?” Elvis moved to the side signaling for Jimmy to step into his house.

But Jimmy stayed in his spot at the front of the house, Elvis furrowed his eyebrows taking in Jimmy’s demeanor, something was wrong.

“Elvis, I know it’s been a long time, but I thought you ought to know.” Elvis swallowed hard, scared over the next words out of his mouth. “Y/N died in a crash a few days ago.” Jimmys head hung low as a few tears slid down his cheek, his body began to shake. “I know you probably forgot bout her, but she never forgot you, Elvis.” Elvis could only hear a high-pitched ringing in his ears, he closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “No, yeah.” He muttered out. “Course I remember Y/N.” He pulled the trembling man back into his arms for a quick embrace, Jimmy stood still, as a slightly sob burst through his lips.

Once released Jimmy cleared his tears and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, listen the funeral is Saturday, it would be an honor if you’d be there.” Elvis nodded blankly, his mind running 1000 miles an hour. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be there.” He confirmed, Jimmy nodded before clearing his throat, trying to hide the strain in his voice. “That’s very kind of ya. I’ll be seeing you.” Elvis almost collapsed to the floor when the large door was finally closed but he couldn’t let his family see him break over a girl from years and years ago.

That night he told Pracilla, she understood and asked if she should go with him, he declined telling her it was something he needed to do completely alone.

On the drive out to Nashville, Elvis allowed himself to cry, pulling over a few times he fought himself on the lingering regret he withheld. He should have fought your daddy, should have told him you were old enough to make your own decisions. He should have told you, you were his first true love, and that he still had your face memorised, still had your laugh playing in his ears, still had the feeling of your small hands in his.

Elvis got to Nashville on the day of the funeral, he checked into his hotel, changed, and headed off to the cemetery. He was lucky that he was able to go off by himself like this, no security, no paparazzi, just silence as he drove.

Once at the cemetery he kept his head low before taking a seat.

A few pictures of you were next to your flower covered coffin, Elvis bit his tongue at the sight of the one picture. One from your younger years, one that he had specifically taken of you when you rode the ferris wheel, you always claimed to be scared of how high you were going but Elvis figured you were just trying to get close to him. The joy and bliss shined brightly in your eyes perfectly in the picture, the way many people needed to remember you. Not the way Elvis did, the broken, fragile state he last saw you in.

He willed the thought away as Jimmy took a seat in front of Elvis, turning to him to shake his hand as he thanked him for coming, Hank sat next to Jimmy, he didn’t acknowledge Elvis.

As the ceremony went on and the priest read psalms from his bible, Elvis sat in his thoughts, lost to his own memories, remembering the first time he saw you to the last. To the time he saw you slap a man for grazing your ass, to the gasps of Elvis cussing when his car was acting up. From your first kiss that you hadn’t seen coming, to the night he made love to you and caressed your body with his hands.

Jimmy stood to say a few words, as did his father, and as the casket lowered into the ground Elvis wanted nothing more but to drop to his knees and sob out his heart. Instead he gripped Jimmy shoulder as the man cried into his hands, Elvis felt another hand on top of his as he saw Hank looking back at him, tears blurred his eyes as he acknowledged his existence and just how important Elvis was to you.

After people had filtered out Elvis stood staring at your grave, he wished greatly to see you once more, he should have driven out sooner to find you, to catch up over lunch, to hear of your life, to talk about your children.

Elvis grazed your headstone; he was regretting not bringing you flowers.

He sat on the cold ground as he traced over the engraving of your name.

“I love you little bird, I’ll always love you.” He mumbled before resting his head on the stone and let his tears flow once more.

[oh-austin]

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ashleytisdale going to miss you two so much

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annasophiarobb you look amazing!! miss u x

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Is Elvis star Austin Butler taking ‘Baby, Let’s Play House’ to a whole new level?

Spotted yesterday afternoon in a Queensland cafe, Y/N L/N, longtime girlfriend of Austin Butler was seen cradling what seems to be a baby bump!

The couple have been together for seven years now, and have apparently moved onto bigger and better things; babies!

We here at The Daily Mail would like to congratulate the couple on their new arrival!

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thedailymail austin butler and girlfriend y/n l/n spotted for a stroll in Queensland prior to filming baz lurhman’s ‘elvis’, amidst the couple’s pregnancy rumours! photographers say she is definitely expecting

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[youaintnothinbuta]

“I promise you the bed will be so much comfier” — Austin butler x reader

Summary: you are Florence’s bestie and meet Austin through her while she’s on set during filming for Dune :)

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: fluff! Slow burn, no real romance, friends before dating typa cuteness! I wrote this while extremely tired so sorry if there are typos </3

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Your best friend, Florence, was in the UAE for filming for Dune. When Florence told you she was going to be spending those 5 shooting weeks either in the desert or alone in the apartment they would provide for her, you offered to find some time to visit her for a bit, but it ended up in you just coming with her for almost the whole time.

You settled into a routine with her nicely, though you didn’t see much of her for more than a few hours at a time. Mostly you filled your time with exploring the nearby areas, reading and occasionally visiting Flo on set. It was during one of these days that you first met Austin.

It was easy to get along with his relaxed demeanour, and his charm made it even easier to strike up a friendship of sorts. It wasn’t long before your friendship with him felt as though there wasn’t a time where you hadn’t known each other.

One early morning, you found yourself tossing and turning in bed. Sleep eluded you, and the more you tried to force it, the more restless you became. Frustrated and tired, you grabbed your phone to check the time. 6:14. Florence had long shoot this day and you didn’t want to wake her up any earlier she had to be up. Pushing past the straining sensation the light of your phone gave your eyes, you decided to text Austin, who didn’t have to be on set until the evening.

“You awake? I can’t sleep.”

No reply as you scrolled aimlessly, waiting. Figuring his silence was a ‘no,’ you put your phone down and tried for the hundredth time to fall asleep. Just as the the room fell back to darkness, a buzz beside your head alerted you back to full consciousness.

“I am. Come over, door will be unlocked for you.”

You didn’t hesitate. All the cast and crew were staying in houses along the same strip and Austin’s was conveniently just across the road. You slipped on your shoes and quietly made your way over, the early morning air cool and refreshing against your skin as you knocked lightly before pushing the door open. You found Austin in the kitchen, already making his breakfast and a coffee.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a warm smile, “you look sleepy.”

“Because I am,” you replied, with slightly more attitude than you intended, “I just couldn’t get comfortable.”

You turned to leave, going to curl up at the end of the couch in the living room.

He soon joined you, placing his food on the coffee table. You lifted your head from the back of the sofa to look up at him.

Austin motioned towards his bedroom. “If you want to try and get some more sleep, I promise you the bed will be so much comfier.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, hesitating for a moment.

“Yeah, of course,” Austin said, leading you towards his room. “Make yourself at home.”

You slipped into his bed, instantly feeling enveloped in comfort. Austin closed the curtains but left the door open, ensuring you could rest without feeling too closed in. His sheets smelt divine, just like the way he smelt every day, but softer. And between you and well, you, there may have been some feelings starting to develop for him.

You actually did manage to get some rest, when the sound of conversation woke you. You heard Florence’s voice ask if he’d seen you.

Austin replied, “Yeah, she’s in bed,” nodding towards his room.

Concern painted Flo’s face, “she slept with you?”

Austin shook his head, setting down his coffee. "No, she came over earlier. She’s just having a nap. She couldn’t sleep at your place."

Florence crossed her arms, studying him carefully. "Mhm. And are you trying to sleep with her?"

Austin met her gaze evenly. "No, I’m not trying to sleep with her."

"So, there are no feelings for her? And it’s normal for you to let anyone you’ve known four weeks sleep in your bed?" Florence pressed, her concern evident. She was your best friend, and you did only know Austin a few weeks. She really was only looking out for you, even if she was being a bit pushy for half seven in the morning.

Austin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Right now, my feelings for her are friend deep because that is all I’ll let them be. If she makes it clear to me that she wants me to make my move, then I will allow myself to feel more.”

Florence nodded slowly, her expression softening. "I just don’t want you hurting her."

"I promise, that is the very last thing I want to do," Austin assured her.

Florence glanced towards the bedroom, then back at Austin. "Alright, I’ve got to go. I’m already late. Thanks for the breakfast," she said, holding up the small to-go container he gave her.

"No problem," Austin replied with a warm smile. "Don’t work too hard."

Florence gave him a cheeky nod and grin before disappearing, her voice yelling, “I will hurt you if I find out you try anything on her,” earning a laugh from Austin.

You decided to pretend to still be asleep so he wouldn’t know you heard any of their conversation. Austin took a moment to gather himself before heading towards his bedroom where he thought you were still sleeping. He approached the doorframe and knocked gently. You groaned softly, stirring but not quite waking.

"Sorry," Austin whispered, not wanting to startle you. "Are you ready for some breakfast?"

You shook your head, still half-buried in the pillows. Austin smiled softly, about to walk away, when he heard you mumble his name.

"Yeah?" he responded, turning back towards you.

You reached out towards him, and he stepped closer, thinking you were asking for help getting up. But instead of taking his hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck, insisting on being held.

He leaned down, his strong arms easily lifting her from the bed. You nestled against him, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Where do you want to go? The couch?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, your hair brushing against his cheek. You laid your head more comfortably on his shoulder, and Austin took the cue, gently swaying back and forth, like rocking a baby. His arms were strong and steady, capable of holding you for as long as you needed him to.

You stayed like this for several minutes, the morning light casting a soft glow through the partially closed curtains. Austin felt a deep sense of peace, content just to be there with you. Eventually, he felt you shift slightly, a sign that you were ready to move. He lowered you gently back down, your feet touching the floor. You looked up at him with a shy smile, your eyes filled with warmth.

"Let’s get you some breakfast,” he smiled back.

A/N: hi I’m back !! I missed y’all 🥹 sorry this is bleh imma bit rusty

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I’m willing to bet you’d make some pretty little noises.” — Austin Butler x reader

Summary: You and austin are co starring in a movie which you’re currently in the process of filming for. After a particularly long day, he walks back to the hotel with you. You confide in him, explaining that you’re nervous about the sex scenes you have to film. You invited him to have a drink with you before he headed back to his own room, and one thing lead to another. Needless to say, filming a sex scene will no longer be the most intimate you and Austin have ever gotten.

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Word count: 1,600

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mature language, she/her pronouns, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f & m receiving)

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“Hey.” Austin greeted you as he pushed open the door to your trailer, letting in some of the cool night air. It was late, it had been a long day shooting and you and him having leading roles meant you had the most screen time, and consequently the most hours on set.

“Hey.” You replied, sighing.

“Just came to ask if you wanted to head back to the hotel together? I don’t feel right letting you walk back alone this late.” He spoke as he sat down in your hair and makeup chair, as you were doing up your shoes.

“I’d really appreciate that. I have an unopened bottle of wine there, if you’d like to have a drink with me.”

“Of course.”

He fiddled around with all the things scattered over the surfaces, opening and closing a compact as he waited for you to get your coat on.

The pair of you left your trailer and began your way back to the hotel that most the cast and crew were staying at, which was barely a 10 minute walk from your shooting location. You could’ve had a car pick you up if you really wanted, but it seemed sort of pointless, especially now that he’d offered to walk with you.

You accidentally let a heavy sigh slip from your mouth, lost in thought.

“What’s up?” He asked.

Damn, didn’t mean for that to be out loud.

You decided to fess up to him. “I’m nervous for tomorrow.” You sighed again, looking up at him.

Tomorrow was day one of two, of shooting the few intimate scenes your character and his shared. The thought of having to pretend to— it was just slightly humiliating to think about. Austin smiled a little, placing a hand on your hip momentarily to guide you towards the lobby of the hotel.

“It won’t be any different to rehearsal,” he chuckled, “and we can have a closed set.”

“It will be different, there aren’t cameras in rehearsal,” you argued.

“You do know we’re not actually going to have sex?” Austin teased as you headed to the elevator.

“Obviously!” You gave him a playful shove, “it’s just embarrassing. I don’t wanna make those weird faces and noises.”

He laughed as he pressed the button numbered ‘14’ after you stepped inside. “What weird faces and noises?”

“I’m not doing them in front of you.” You protested.

“Why not? You’re gonna have to tomorrow.”

“So will you.” A wry smile tugged at your lips as you exchanged glances.

“I know, I’m not embarrassed,” he took the keycard out of your hand, scanning it at opening the door for you.

“Besides,” he paused, “I’m willing to bet you’d make some pretty little noises.” His demeanour changed as he dropped the keycard down on the table, looking over at you, sitting on the end of the bed.

You looked up at him, “how much?”

Your heart pounding in your chest as he knelt before you. He extended his arms out, undoing of the buckles on your heels, gently sliding them off your feet.

Austin's smile widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Enough to make it worth your while.”

He stared at you for a moment longer, trying to read your expression.

The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the muted hum of the air conditioning providing a soothing backdrop. Austin stood up and moved towards the kitchenette. He reached for the bottle of wine sitting on the counter, the one you mentioned earlier, pouring two glasses.

He handed you a glass, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You took a sip, the rich, velvety taste of Cabernet washing over your tongue, before setting the glass down on the table.

Austin moved closer, his eyes locked onto yours, a silent question in his gaze. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as he closed the distance between you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, the heat of his body radiating through your clothes.

His lips met yours, soft and tender, a gentle kiss that helped your body relax, the tension of the day releasing as your lips parted to make room for his.

Austin's hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour, as if committing you to memory. You ran your fingers through his hair, his soft strands falling through your fingertips like silk.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Austin's lips curled into a soft smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Then let's take our time.”

He picked up both glasses, handing you yours. After sharing a couple more drinks, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you towards the bed, the weight of your bodies sending the mattress sinking beneath you. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours, before joining you, his body pressing against yours, as you both relished in heat and want.

As the night went on, your bodies grew clumsy, your movements slow and deliberate. Austin's lips met yours again, his kiss deep and passionate.

Austin pulled you into his lap, his hands settling on your hips as he ground against you, still fully clothed, apart from his shirt which you encouraged him to take off earlier. You let out a soft moan, your body responding to his touch without a second thought. Austin's breath hitched as he felt your body move against his, his hips rolling up into yours.

“I'm not gonna last very long,” he whispered, his voice strained with desire.

You tugged on his pants, urging him to stand up. Austin obliged, guiding you to your feet as he did the same. You watched as he freed himself from his pants, his cock slapping against his stomach as he did so. His body was perfect. It was exactly as you imagined.

Without hesitation, you undressed yourself, shedding your clothes until you were standing before him, bare. Austin's eyes widened at the sight, his breath hitching as he took in every inch of your exposed skin.

He laid you down on the bed, settling over you as he brushed his lips against yours. “We can stop at any time, remember?” he mumbled, his voice soft and gentle.

You nodded, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. “I know, Austin,” you murmured, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

Austin slowly inserted himself inside of you, your body tensing as you adjusted to him. He waited, his lips brushing against your cheek as he held still, giving you time to become comfortable with him inside of you. Once you were ready, he began to move, his hips rolling against yours as he thrust into you. His cheek brushed against yours, each other��s skin feeling hot to the touch. Each of his thrusts came with a soft, yet masculine moan.

“Where do you want me to cum?” Austin asked, his voice strained with pleasure.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “My mouth,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

Austin nodded, pulling out of you with a soft moan. He settled onto his knees, his cock in his hand as he stroked himself. You knelt before him, your lips wrapping around the head of his cock as you took him into your mouth.

As you sucked on him, his lips released a strung-out groan, and Austin came undone, his body shaking as he spilled himself into your mouth. To his surprise, you swallowed it all, your eyes meeting his as you did so. He chuckled a little at you, he wouldn’t have expected that from you.

You smiled, settling onto your back. Austin looked down at you, his eyes filled with desire. "Do you want to sit on my face?" he asked, his voice filled with need.

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation. He laid down, propping a pillow up underneath his head. Without hesitation, you straddled his face, he rested his hands on your thighs, your pussy hovering over his mouth. Austin's tongue darted out, licking at your clit as you moaned with pleasure.

You gripped the headboard, your body shaking as Austin held your hips, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy. You ground against his face, seeking out the release that you knew was coming.

As Austin licked and sucked at your clit, his fingers exploring your pussy, you felt your body trembling with pleasure. You closed your eyes, your head thrown back as you rode his face, your body moving in time with his tongue, moans and profanity falling from your lips.

With a loud cry, you came undone, your body shaking as Austin held you against him, his tongue lapping at your juices as they flowed over his lips and chin.

As you caught your breath, you looked down at Austin, your eyes meeting his. "Shit, you taste amazing," he whispered, his lips brushing against your pussy. He helped you off of him. He brushed his thumb over your cheeks and your chest, both of which were bright red and hot to the touch with sex flush.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, taking in the sight of you in your post-orgasmic state.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked, your voice soft and gentle.

Austin smiled, his arms wrapping around your waist as he settled beside you. "Of course, I will," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“By the way,” he spoke, “I was right.”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, shyly.