#i saw a pic of austin butler and i was like

[aurorangen]

gouged his eye out

[xtrashmammalstefx]

All Shook Up! (An Austin Butler x Reader SMUT!)

WARNING: SMUT, LANGUAGE, minors dni

Notes: SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKA! I know I've been gone for a while but in all fairness this summer just sucked balls and I'm just now getting back in the proper headspace to write/post. Idk what I'll write next but I promise there will be more stories coming. Anywhore I'll shut up now. Enjoy!!

PS: This is technically a sequel to Chaos Monster & Her English Gent but I think it can be read on its own. Okay shutting up for real now.

Sometimes my heart can be the stupidest piece of shit ever. It’s been weeks since that day in Callum’s dressing room, and only days since filming wrapped for the season. Callum’s been blowing up my phone constantly and Austin was now home for the time being until he had to go film his next project.

The day my heart fucked me over was one of those miraculous days when both Austin and I had the day off. Austin was spending it reading a new script, while I was just doing my best to relax.

Hello darling.

I chuckled and answered back.

Hey.

Bored already?

No.

I’m just missing my special girl is all.

I rolled my eyes just as the next text came through.

Send me a pic?

Doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual.

I just wanna see your pretty face.

“What you laughin’ at Priscilla?” Austin asked distracting me from my phone. He was in the arm chair looking at me; his script laying on his lap.

“Nothin. Just your boy being a fucking idiot,” I semi-lied. Austin still didn’t know about Callum and me...and if I was being honest I wasn’t too sure about Callum and me either. I’ve been accused of being too hasty with other things before and a part of me feared I was being to hasty with this too. Needing immediate distraction I raised my phone (camera on) and aimed it at Austin. “Smile baby.”

Austin looked up from his script and smiled without questioning it. I took the photo and sent it to Callum. “Do I even want to know what you’re doin’ over there babe?”

“Callum asked for a pic, but as you can see I currently look like shit,” I motioned at my messy bun (didn’t exactly feel like brushing out my hair that day), make-upless face, and bespectacled eyes.

“Darlin’ I hate to break it to you but never since I have known you have you looked like shit,” Austin said. Just then another message came through.

Sexy but you know that’s not what

I meant.

“Why does he want a pic anyway?” Austin asked.

I shrugged. “I think he just misses our stupid faces.

“Mm… I think it might be more than that sweetheart,” Austin said tossing his script onto the coffee table. “I saw the way he kept lookin’ at you on set. He looked at you like you were the finest piece of meat this side of the Atlantic. Which ain’t totally off base if I say so myself.” I scoffed at the idea but Austin continued to look serious. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know. It’s a shame that you don’t see it because I see it very clearly.”

I sighed and tossed my phone onto the coffee table before getting up and darting towards Austin. I sat down on his lap and cuddled into him. Austin chuckled deeply and wrapped his arms around me. Austin always gives the best hugs. “We really need to have more days like this.”

“Like what?” Austin asked resting his cheek on my head.

“Like this. Just you and me...like we’re the only ones in the world. Like nothing else matters as long as we’re both here, together, for forever…” It was then I felt Austin’s lips pressed themselves on my forehead.

“You’re already my whole world Y/N,” he muttered.

“And you’re mine,” I whispered pressing my lips against his cheek. It was something I had done many times throughout our friendship but this time… it felt different. This time he trembled at my touch. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Just all shook up I guess.”

“You fuckin’ dork,” I laughed before he was suddenly pulling me in. His lips enveloped mine sending a tingle up my spine. I know I should’ve pulled away...told him about Callum and hoped for the best but… I don’t know. For some reason I just… I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

But I guess something else wanted it to end.

Ding dong.

Austin pulled back and sighed. “That would be our UberEats.” He carried me back to the sofa and sat me down before going to answer the door. Normally Austin would gladly cook for us but we both agreed that on that day we were feeling exceptionally lazy.

We didn’t really say anything as we had our Thai dinner. Just snuck glances at each other every now and then. At one point I think it became a little too much for him to handle for he swiped the box of Mango Sticky Rice I had started to dig in to. “Give it back.”

“Hell nah, not until you get talkin’.” Austin said continuing to hold the rice hostage.

“I am talking,” I said. “Give. It. Back.”

“Or. What? Sugar.” He smirked pushing my final button. I dropped my chopsticks and pounced on him.

“Fucking give me the rice!” I snapped at him trying to reach for my rice which he now held above his head.

“Not until we talk about what happened earlier,” he said.

“God dammit Austin, it wasn’t rocket science, it should be obvious why we―.”

“Stop…”

“What? I thought you wanted me to…”

“No, I mean stop grindin’ on me,” he said making me realize that as I had been trying to get my rice back, I was simultaneous rubbing myself on his clothed crotch causing him to stiffen.

“Okay, needless to say that is your fault,” I said freezing on top of him.

“How the hell is that my fault?” he asked. “I didn’t ask you to grind on me.”

“No, but you stole my rice,” I pointed out before carefully standing up. “So… what now?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I know I want this, but I can’t decide for you,” he said before slowly standing up. “So until you know for sure if what you felt was as real as what I’ve been feelin’ every day since we met, I’m gonna have to handle this with a cold shower.”

He left the kitchen soon after leaving me be for a few minutes. I was suddenly not hungry for rice or anything on the table so after a moment I stood up and started towards my room needing to just collapse for a bit.

As I approached the door though, Austin left his room wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. “Oh, uh, sorry, I forgot my new body wash in the shopping bag.” He continued towards the bathroom and left his body wash on the counter before turning back to face me. “Is-uh-there something you wanna talk about?” He asked noticing my transfixed stare. He’d been spending his off time these last few months and his current off day to do a little extra working out for his new role and damn did it show. His abs were more defined, and his ass more perked and firm. “Y/N? You okay darlin’?”

“Uh-um-yeah,” I said. “I’m fine….I’m…” He approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“You sure?” I was suddenly filled with a different, much stronger, hunger. It had me practically screaming inside while outside it only had me placing my hand on his chest. “Y/N?” I reached up and connected my lips with his. His body froze at my touch for only a moment before he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. He pressed me against the nearby wall and let his lips fall to my neck. As he kissed and suck on my flesh I reached down and yanked at his towel, making it fall to his feet. I wrapped my hand around his length and gasped at the feeling of his size. He wasn’t too long but girthy as holy fuck. I tugged on him gently earning a growl like sound in return. I chuckled.

“You really are all shook up aren’t you Elvis?”

“Oh fuck yeah I am Priscilla,” he said before placing his hands on my legs and picking me up. “Fuck yeah I am.” I wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me to my bed.

He laid us down and reached to pull off my shirt. He peppered kisses all over my body as he rid me of my lazy-day clothes. Once my panties were gone he placed my legs on his shoulders and brought his lips to my core. I moaned louder than I ever had, earning a chuckle from Austin before he continued to suck and lick me until I was nice and slick. “I wasn’t there yet you jerk,” I groaned as he climbed back up.

“Relax darlin’, I’m just getting started,” He smirked before reaching down and giving himself a tug before placing himself at my entrance. Just the feeling of it there made my body tremble. “Like it?” I nodded. “Want it inside you?” I nodded again. “Okay then…” He thrust his lips sliding the tip inside me.

“Holy fucking shit!” I hissed.

“So tight sugar,” he groaned pushing in further. Tears filled my eyes as he continued to stretch me. “I ain’t hurtin’ ya too bad am I?” I shook my head. “Good, I’ll try not to but feel free to hit me if I do.”

“Just fuck me already Aus,” I muttered. He leaned down and kissed me deeply before bottoming out and pulling back again. He kept his pace slow and gentle while I grew use to him. I pecked his lips and held him so our bodies were pressed together. As he continued moving inside me I snaked my hand down his back and squeezed his ass. I was right, it was pretty damn firm.

“God you drive wild,” Austin chuckled.

“How wild?” I asked.

“Want me to answer or would you rather I just―.” He thrust into me harder. “Show you.” He started moving his hips faster making my back arch.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed as he continued to thrust into me like his life depended on it. After a while he kissed me again and brought his lips to my ear.

“You wanna ride me?” I nodded eagerly. He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over so that I was on top. I moved my hips rough and fast. It was like my whole being was just feral for him. “Holy shit you’re so fucking good at that.” Austin moaned thrusting up into me as I continued to ride him. As he did he brought his fingers to my clit and started rubbing me. That’s when the pressure began to build up inside me. “You gonna cum sugar?” I groaned and nodded. “That’s alright just come right on me. There you go baby.”

My whole body froze as a shiver ran down my spine. I was damn near screaming as I tightened around him, damn near squeezing the life out of his cock. I had just started coming down from my high, still partially blinded by the mind-blowing orgasm, when Austin wrapped his arms around me again and flipped us so I was on the bed once again.

“God you’re so fucking tight around me,” he groaned as he continued to thrust into me, only a little sloppier this time. “Gah fuck I’m gonna cum!” He moaned more and more as he started getting close. “Wuh-Where do you want it?”

“In...Inside...Inside me.” I said still breathless.

“You- You sure about that sugar?” He asked growing more and more spastic.

“Yes, god yes… fuck a baby into me Aus…” No sooner had I said that that I felt him twitch inside me. A rainbow of curses left his mouth as his body shuttered to a stop. He collapsed on top of me and gave me a final kiss on my now swollen lips.

“I fucking love you Y/N,” he said. “I love you more than words can say.”

I ran my fingers through his curls. “I love you too, Aus.”

He smiled and reached down to pull himself out of me. I hissed a bit when he did feeling a bit of a sting. “Sorry sugar.”

“It’s alright,” I assured him. He moved to lay down beside me and when he did I snuggled up to him. I fell asleep listening to the sound of his heart.

[austinslounge]

For me with Austin and Kaia when a couple goes from being papped all the time together then that abruptly stops, usually means a break up happened.

In the past two years Austin and Kaia have followed a very strict formula. Be papped together doing everything when they are together. Dinner, date night, walking Kaia's dog, vacations, red carpets, etc. They were papped ALL the fucking time. All of July, Kaia called the paps every day.

Same for the holidays. The same formula has happened. Austin and Kaia go to Cabo with her parents. Legit travel with her parents to Cabo. Get papped making out in the pool or golf carts, whatever.

This year, at the height of the break up speculation is the one year they do not spend Christmas together. I think that in itself says enough. Austin was with Ashley Tisdale. Judging from what I've read from others, it seems Kaia was indeed in Cabo with her parents for Christmas. They've been dating 3 years. It's odd to not spend the holidays together at this point. First year, I get spending them apart. Year 3, odd. Especially when they've never had break up speculation, until now.

I do find it very strange as well Cindy trying to get ahead on the somewhat damage control by telling People magazine, before Christmas, it's hard to get her family all together. I interpret that as don't expect pap pics of Austin this year. Presley spent Christmas with his girlfriend. We know Austin was in LA. What I find so interesting is now the Gerber's want a private vacation trip. Which proves they only call the paps when Austin is with them. Which just goes to show how badly this family has used this man to get attention.

I don't know if it's also a coincidence or not, but this year they also cancelled their annual Halloween party. Austin was busy working so he wasn't going to attend. Remember last year when Austin looked so uncomfortable a the party. It was awful. Again, no Austin to use for attention, no party. Which could be a mere coincidence....

While I realize we still have to wait to see what happens for New Years, because pics could still happen in come regard with Austin and Kaia.

My gut says something is different now. I have a feeling they broke up. A lot of signs point that direction. Just my two cents.

No I totally agree with you. 💯

While we really don't know where Austin spent Christmas (Ashley's picture was posted on Christmas eve), I think it's pretty safe to say that he more than likely was not in Cabo on Christmas day, and that something seems a bit off this year.

Like you said, they canceled the Halloween party this year, when last year, we saw not only Austin at that cringe Halloween party of theirs, but also at the Casamigos launch thing at Kaia's House where Milo was wearing a shark costume, and Rande was wearing a baby costume rofl 🤣

And yea, that silly announcement ahead of time from Cindy about how "hard" it is to get the family all together for the holidays and how she doesn't always celebrate Christmas on December 25th was just weird (umm... nobody asked? 🥴).

No Kaustin pap pics either at all since Austin finished filming "Caught Stealing". Not even any pap pics of the family in Cabo.

I can see how if Austin and Kaia have broken up why they would probably want to give their daughter some privacy (this has been her longest relationship after all).

I do think that when we put everything together that has happened this year, it really does look like they have broken up.

But we'll see what happens around New Year's.

PS - **Unpopular Opinion** I agree with you too that they've definitely used Austin for clout for their daughter. In fact, I'm almost kind of wondering if maybe they encouraged her to go after him before the Elvis press tour started so that she would possibly be able to get invited to all of the film festivals and red carpet premieres in order to be seen and rubbing shoulders with people in the acting world in Hollywood. 🤔 I definitely feel like she latched on to him deliberately before other women would get to him during the Elvis press circuit. It all seemed very calculated to me. (Just my personal theory)

[elvisabutler]

hiii! absolutely loooove your writing!!

was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about either Elvis or Austin and he helps reader when she’s on her period and super hormonal. like maybe she’s cranky and horny??

if not, totally fine!! my periods been vicious this month and would love to see how you think one of them would react to it!! thanksss!

crimson

summary: you are having a bit of a rough go around this time with your period and your boyfriend- well he just wants to help. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 1432 warning: oral ( f receiving ). implied potential p in v sex ( future ). period sex. blood. descriptions of period cramps. author’s note: so hi anon. i have no idea how you feel about me making this a plus sized reader and having this be a period sex smut but at the very least i hope you enjoy. but also thank you for the compliment about my writing! i went for austin because well- because @butlersxbirdy helped me choose and because truly i have been lacking in my austin content lately. if the mood strikes i might write something come- well probably when my period comes next with them like in the damn bubble bath or curled up in bed. also you don't have to read it this way but in my head for some reason- i kind of saw this as being in the same universe as pop goes the bump. don't ask me why but ya know. also moodboard is not indicative of the color of the reader's skin. i just have wanted to use the beanie and austin pics since i saw them.

Your best friends today have been your bed, a heating pad, copious amounts of chocolate and a sweatshirt that Austin wore despite being far too big on him and making him look like a very tall Ariana Grande. All in all, you've had worse periods with less assistance than you do now. You've had worse periods alone with nothing to comfort you. Sure, you're technically alone right this second, but according to Austin there was something about the way you answered the phone, all vicious snapping and vitriol spewed from your lips that clued him in to the possibility that maybe- just maybe you might be on your period. Maybe you could use some company in your time of need and pain.

The thing is you and Austin pride yourself on being honest with each other, telling each other when something bothers you or when something doesn't work clothes wise or actions wise. It's how you can tolerate the gossip of him with costars and the gossip of people thinking there's no way he'd be with you. You know there's every way he would be with you because he tells you why he's with you. It's easy to realize and understand. The downside to this is that sometimes he forgets that there's a time for tact and little white lies. Case in point the exact words that leave his mouth when he opens the bedroom door to find you in a blanket burrito and with Bridgerton playing on your television.

"You look like shit." He murmurs, leaning against the door as his eyes trail over your body.

You wait a moment before you respond, wondering if he honestly just said that before you finally glare at him. You like to think if it could the look would murder him. "Great boyfriend you are, asshole. I feel like shit so if it feels like shit, smells like shit and looks like shit, it might just be shit."

Austin for his part winces at your words, realizing that what he said was uncalled for and probably did more harm than good even though he had meant it to be playful. It takes him a second to stop leaning against the door and slowly walk over to your shared bed, carefully as if he thought you were a caged animal ready to strike and kill him. "Or it might just be a woman experiencing a very rough week," he states calmly, as the bed dips with his weight next to you. "Taken your pain meds?"

"More than my liver would have liked me to." You answer, the words coming out as a bit of a whine as another cramp seizes and twists at your insides. "It hasn't helped that much. They're normally-"

Your eyes shut from the pain as it cuts off your words and Austin finds himself pulling you into his arms, rubbing your back in some form of comfort. "They're not normally this bad, I know baby."

"I woke up at 4AM like this. I'm tired, I hurt, I want to eat my weight in every food known to man and I'm-" You stop yourself and feel your blood rush to your ears and head in embarrassment as you shift a little next to him, trying to find some relief. He doesn't need to hear the last part, that's too much to ask of him or anyone.

Austin watches you, watches how you are on a roll explaining what's wrong until you get to the last bit of what's bothering you. He notices how you stop and start to shift against the bed a little in a way he only knows you to when you're- well- when you're feeling horny. Ever the actor though, he manages to school his face into something that doesn't give away that he might have a clue as to what's going on. His hand moves from your back to your hips, rubbing in a motion that's meant to be comforting but that he also know has a tendency to drive you wild. "You're what? Does it have something to do with how you're moving against the bed?"

A breath catches in your throat as you feel the warmth of the embarrassment you feel flood your body. Of course Austin would catch on, he knows you. He knows how you are and knows every single one of your tells. "Austin- Don't, it's nothing, if you're not going to be helpful or comforting just-"

Your words are stopped by a shaky exhale as you feel Austin's lips on your neck, trailing down to your chest. "I want to be helpful and comforting. I want you to feel better, babe," he whispers against your skin before pulling away slightly as his hand moves to cup your breast, noting how you hiss in equal parts pleasure and pain. "Too much?"

"Just the nipple. Not the whole thing." You answer, grinding against the bed a little. "They hurt too much to be touched."

A hum leaves Austin's lips as he keeps up his work, his thumb flicking at your nipple, sending shocks down to your core. Between your legs is throbbing not only because of the pain your period has wrought but because of how that simple touch has your clit aching for attention. Attention you're praying that Austin will provide it as he moves to be on the floor by the bed and tries to pull you to the very edge. It's a position he's been in once before, it's a position you've seen him in multiple times since you first started dating and yet in this moment you want to keep your legs shut, trying to keep your desires to yourself before you hear a chuckle. "Babe. Let me, please. Consider it my last ditch attempt to make you feel better."

It's as if those words are the magic ones to hear as you open up your legs, shivering at Austin's touch on your thighs. At his subtle squeezing of the plump fat of them and at how he takes your underwear and your shorts off with an ease that makes you love him that much more. Your hands drift to his hair, messing with it, allowing your fingers to grasp at his locks and yank just slightly earning a groan from him. Your thighs tighten around his head reflexively as he inches closer and closer to your cunt and yet he still manages to make his way there. His tongue laps at your clit, earning a sharp cry from you at the new sensation. You swear you feel his lips curl into a smirk as he continues a soft and slow onslaught, licking gently while stoking the fire of arousal within you. It makes your stomach clench in a way that is a little painful but feels like it's relaxing at the same time. It's a clench that promises relief at the end instead of an unending deluge of pain. Your chest heaves as Austin takes a hand and moves to play with your nipples once again and you feel something- you feel what you think is an orgasm start to build within you as you try to use your grip to pull him away. Only to have him shake his head and take your clit between his lips and just suck at it.

That action, that simple action that normally you detest has your thighs tightening so much around his head that you're liable to hurt him as you come, your fingers yanking at his hair and a low moan leaving your body as the coil of tension inside you and the sheer clench and twist of your insides relaxes at least for now. You try to catch your breath and relax your legs as Austin pulls away from between your legs and continues to play with your nipple almost absentmindedly.

His mouth is red, almost like messed up lipstick and you can't help but feel your cunt clench a little in want for more. The two of you stare at each other before he smiles and raises his eyebrows. "Better?"

Your eyes take in how his pupils are flushed and how his cock is pressing against his pants and you can't help but lick your lips and grind against your bedsheets once more. "I think I might need one more- dose, Austin. Just to be safe."

A smirk crosses his lips as he moves back to his former position, ready to give you what you ask for. "Just one more. Then we'll see if you need something stronger."

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[mooodyblue]

hello my dear lily!! no rush for this request at all but any time u feel like writing more cg!austin I would love to read some! maybe reader slips while they’re on vacation together. (yes I’ve been smiling looking at pics of kaia and aus in paris together 😭❤️)

sooo late but thank you for the request friend !!! hope u enjoy 🫶🏼

pastries and jealousy

pairing: cg!austin butler x gn!little!reader

wc: 1.2k

➸ masterlist

austin was a busy man, never seeming to catch a break. but when he was presented with the opportunity to go to a launch party for his perfume in paris—he took that as a perfect opportunity for the two of you to have a romantic getaway.

paris was okay for the most part. you attended events with him, went for nice walks together, and stayed curled up in bed every morning till it was time to get up. it was nice to have some time with him after such a long time. you missed this, missed him. although, there was always a strong pang of jealousy whenever he was mingling with others at the fashion events he attended. he was yours, nobody else's. seeing him give that dreamy, bedroom glance to someone else made you feel awful.

after coming back from a launch party, the two of you were silent in the cab ride home and austin definitely noticed. austin often joked when the two of you were apart that he just had a feeling you weren't having a good day, so being next to you? he didn't even have to ask if you were okay or not. 

he placed his hand on yours, resting between the two of you on the seat. “what's wrong?” he asked, glancing over at you staring outside the window. he got even more concerned when he saw your thumb slip between your lips—a habit you had when you were anxious about something. he reached over and grabbed your wrist, “don't do that.” 

you let out a whine in response, crossing your arms with a huff as you looked out the window.

he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the pout on your face despite your obvious annoyance. “you feelin’ little, baby?” he asked, rubbing your back gently. 

oh, how you wished you could stay mad at him. his gentle touch softened you up, glancing at him and then down at your lap. “i dunno…” you muttered. before you left for paris, you promised yourself you wouldn't slip. not while on a much-needed vacation-that-wasn't-really-a-vacation. you didn't even pack your paci or a stuffie. what an awful time for you to suddenly regress.

“that's alright.” he pressed his lips against your temple and kept a hand on your back, trying to think of something to cheer you up or even help you fully slip. he had packed an emergency bag for times like this, except he had it at the hotel. but it was clear you needed a boost, and that's exactly what he was going to do for you.

he glanced out his side of the window, noticing a small bakery on the corner. never in a million years did he think he’d be giving you sweets for no reason, but he thought you deserved a nice pick me up…or maybe that was a valid reason.

you were surprised when he brought you to a small bakery, the fresh smell of baked goods and coffee filling the air the moment you stepped in. your eyes were glued to the glass windows, looking at the various pastries and breads the place had to offer. 

there was so much to choose from….various macaroon flavors, cakes, sweet breads—it was taking everything in you to not jump out and down in excitement. 

“....you hear me?” 

you stood up straight, looking at austin. “huh?”

he put an arm around your shoulder, shaking his head, amused by how had suddenly drowned him out. “i said—you can pick out a few things. whatever you want, baby. my treat.”

“anything?” you gasped, looking back at the desserts. 

“yes, anything.” he repeated. “i’ll even buy us a couple of hot chocolates, that alright?” 

you let out another tiny gasp, holding onto his arm and stomping your feet excitedly. “i want whipped cream!” 

he adored how excited you got over small things while little, he was practically beaming with happiness just by looking at you, unable to keep the smile off his face. “what's the magic word?” 

“please!” you answered proudly. 

“good job, baby!” he kissed your cheek and let you finish looking at the various pastries. 

austin definitely splurged a little too much on you, but it was a local bakery—he even made sure to tip well. he got the two of you a seat in the corner to prevent anyone coming up to him or having anyone take sneaky photos of the two of you. this was his private time, he wanted to spend it well with you.

he had a tiny box of macaroons and a box of various pastries to share. you're brain wasn't able to fully pronounce some of the words, so you pointed as he told the barista what you were pointing at. 

you thanked him as he set everything down on the table, holding the warm cup of hot chocolate between your hands. 

as you were about to take a sip–austin took a sip first, giving you a soft smile and completely unaware of the white, creamy mustache on his upper lip. you let out a soft giggle, looking at him and covering your mouth to stifle back a laugh. 

“what?” austin raised an eyebrow, “whats so funny?” 

you kicked your feet under the table, giggling again. “you have whipped cream on your face!” 

his eyes widened, looking at his reflection on his phone and turning red before going to wipe it off. “okay, okay. it's not that funny.” he mumbled, “eat a macaroon.” he quickly said to change the topic.

an eclair, tart, and a few macaroons later–you took a sip of your own hot chocolate, carefully holding the mug between your hands as you drank carefully. austin knew you were a bit clumsy when little, so he held up the bottom of the cup to give you a bit of support.

you set the mug down, your upper lip now covered in whipped cream. 

he chuckled at you, “how cute.” he grinned. “seems like my mustache has somehow teleported to you.” he dipped his finger into his whipped cream and booped your nose, “there we go, perfect!” 

“daddy!” you whined, dipping your finger into yours and getting some on his cheek. 

“alright! okay! i surrender!” he laughed, wiping his face off with a napkin then wiping off yours. “silly baby.”

after finishing your hot chocolate, he tossed the leftover desserts in a bag and wiped up your face again—clearing of any chocolate or sticky residue from the sweets. “you still mad at me?” he asked, wiping off chocolate from the corner of your lips.

you sighed, “thought daddy got sick of me.” you said with a pout. 

“me? sick of you? oh, sweetie.” he kissed your forehead, “you're my baby. i don't know what gave you that idea, but i’m yours and yours only. alright?” he stood up and took your hand, the other hand carrying the plastic bag. he led the way out of the bakery and back into the cool, crisp paris air, holding your hand as you wandered back to the hotel. 

your arm was hooked under his the whole way, eventually stopping to look at him. “daddy?”

he gave you a soft smile, holding your hands in his. “what's up, baby?” 

“‘m sorry for gettin’...jell–jel–jea—” you stammered.

he waved it off, “jealous. i think that's the word. it’s a big word, isn't it?” he crouched down, “a word that little ones like you shouldn't even be worried about.” he squeezed your hands gently, “i love you, baby. big or little, you'll always be my baby. are we good now?”

you nodded, looking down at him. “okay.” you hugged him tightly, almost making him stumble backward as he let out a laugh. “i love you too.”

[chillingwithtavesss]

I looked up the Marcelllo pics, cause I felt like maybe I was overreacting to them and seeing something that wasn't there. However, the pics still look just as bad as they did when I initially saw them. Idk what is going on, but it sure doesn't seem like she considers herself in a serious relationship. If you ask me, she tried to make Austin jealous, but it didn't work. I believe the articles saying she's trying to hold on but he's over her. I could see him finally cut ties once he's done filming and has time to sort things out. Wrt the delusional side of the fandom, I'm glad we can finally see how hypicritical and fake they are, they make stuff up even when there's evidence of the contrary, and they turn on Kaia as soon as they see their ship sinking.

The way they turned still gets me. With the amount of shit they have given those of us who don’t ship you would think they are ride or dies for Kaia. Then again I can’t be to shocked either because a lot of them didn’t like Kaia in the beginning either along with the rest of us.

Kaia making Austin jealous is laughable. We are talking Austin Butler . A man who soon as he is single is going to have everyone and their grandma , mama , sister , brother , cousin , baby mama and all knocking each other down to date him 🤣🤣🤣. Austin could have hoes in different area codes if he wanted. He ain’t worried about Kaia being out here trying to make him jealous. There is PLENTY women out there who would love to date him. A lot who won’t act the way Kaia does either

[romanarose]

No but the fact that I instantly see him as the long lost baby Miller brother 🙈

Just from pics, haven’t seen the film

His names actually Benny in the movie LMFAOOOOOOO

but he does look similar to garrett hedlund, just more pretty boy

I came to see this movie for boyd hollbrook, i didnt expect it to be good. I ust love boyd and needed fanfic inspo

Ill be real i didnt like austin butler sperformance the first time i saw it, but i didn't really like him as elvis. His romaniticasion of elvis is gaggy to me lol.

But the second time i saw the movie i got it, man. i got it. i knew wha he was going for and he made me cry multiple times.

[destinyc1020]

https://www.lifeandstylemag.com/posts/austin-butler-and-kaia-gerber-have-nothing-in-common/ odd how this came after the people article where they are still "going strong" and in love lol either its just a boring news day and they decided to just make it up or theres some truth in it and someone really dnt care for Kaia lmao (saying shes like Brittny Gastineau, who apparently is a socialite even is a lil low for her lmao)

Yea, I saw this article a few days ago too Anon. I think I even posted it on my blog? 🤔

But yea... idk what's going on there, but ummm.... 👀 Yea, I do think it was really odd that this article came out right after the People article did lol.

Also, is it just me? But I felt the People.com article was just kinda sus from the getgo tbh though. It almost seemed like DC (damage control) to me.

Usually, if you're really a happy couple, you don't need to reiterate how "happy" and "in love" you two are as a couple just because some pap pics come out where you two are looking less-than-happy... unless.... 👀

I guess I'll keep on eating my popcorn 🍿 on this....

[stoneinyourshoe]

I think I accidentally converted my mom to be an Austin girlie because I’ve been freaking out about not being able to watch bikeriders and I saw a pic of Benny on my dash and went “ahhhhh I need to watch it!!!!!!!! He’s so hot!!!!!!” And my mom asked me what he looked like because we’ve watched Elvis together (and she doesn’t think he’s that hot in it, idk how but oh well) and we spent like half an hour just looking at pictures of Austin Butler lmaoooo

[hausofmamadas]

So I watched this silly lil movie on the suchest of larks like i can’t even lie when I saw the trailer in theaters they played it for Dune 2 bc Alamo Drafthouse understood the Austin Butler assignment I was pretty much, “oh that movie gonna be dumb asf” and now my psyche’s being taken hostage by yet another criminally underused side character and yet im grateful for the scraps bc that Side-Character FreeRealEstate never fails to produce wonderful treets like this

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The best and worst thing was that everyone was just somebody who knew somebody.

Oh okay so you’re gonna start this off with some musical, lyrical words of poetry music to mine eyes and ears, here, right out the gate, okay i see how this is i understand I’m a goner now, sick

They’d ask, understandably so he supposed, why some kid who had to hang onto the back of someone else for dear life had his own set of colors to wear.

LOLALSKDFJSKDJFKSJ THSI SFUCKING MENTAL IMAGE IC ANNOTTTS SDKS the way this hadn’t even occurred to me like he doesn’t have his own bike so how tf did he get all the bike pics like i know irl danny lyon actually was a club member and had his own bike but the movie really was giving very much “im a tourist” in terms of danny’s involvement but arguably a more important question to be asking ourselves and Ofc the first think I started asking myself next bc i am a child is whose bike was he on. My vote’s for cal bc i feel like there's a solid argument to be made that he's prob the least no-homo about it, yknow i mean dude’s californian by way of canada so like he seems most apt to be marginally secure in his masculinity skjdk 

“He’s a friend of ours. Good kid.’’

“He takes pictures—can’t ride and take pictures at the same time, now can he?”

“He’s one’a us, the fuck’s it matter to you?”

And this is what meant by you and I on the same wavelength bc the way Johnny thinks about this kid as like fun summer pet project and refuses to take shit from anyone for letting this rando follow them around shoving a camera and/or microphone in their faces while they’re just doing trrryyyyying to enjoy the casual mud wrestling and trrrryyyying to get as piss ass drunk as possible before the sun goes down is just so correct. And idk exactly what i’m extrapolating this from bc i’m p sure danny and johnny don’t interact in the movie, not once, but still this just feels yes. 

Danny was smart enough to know that Johnny’s vague, and slightly aggressive, answers to people outside their own club probably saved his ass on more than one occasion … The frustration came from being on the receiving end of those answers that didn’t do much to answer anything. He wondered if Johnny even knew that he was doing it.

ONCE AGAINNNNGSKJD WITH THE ACCURACY BC BY GODODDFKSJKDFJ the fact that danny simultaneously recognizes the value and the limitations of johnny’s A-Few-Words-Shy-Of-An-Actual-Caveman series of nods and grunts and grumbles def seems like something he’d pick up on just by the very nature of sitting around and watching everyone. And like it’s true, like when Johnny talks, he never really says anything …? Zksjdfk and I don’t mean that as shade, it’s just true skdjsk 

“I got a question.” Johnny chuckled. “You always do. That’s kinda your whole thing.” “Yeah. Not, um,” he cleared his throat, “not for the book.” Johnny’s eyebrows shot up at that … 

SSKSKSKSKSyou always do that’s kinda your whole thing, is so Johnny, I’m like scrubbing the movie to make sure this interaction didn’t actually happen bc i can legit hear it so fucking clearly and am lowkey mad that wasn’t an exchange that was in the film bc robbery and theft

Danny nodded to show that he was paying attention, hoping that it would get Johnny to keep talking. He should’ve known better than to hope for that, since Johnny only ever seemed to carry a conversation in three-to-eight-word segments before passing the baton back off again.

AGAINSKSKJK just these subtle little roasts in his head about Johnny’s verbal capacity skdjk got me nodding my head vigorously bc yes, 1000% spot on characterization for both of these guys, i’m kissing it, i’m stomping it into the pavement, i’m chucking it across a field in a spiral like a football, i’m snapping it with my fingers in a z-formation, i’m bowing at it’s altar, you get it

“She’s sweet,” Betty said, still looking at Johnny. Danny turned and looked at her. “What?” Betty finally looked up at him, giving a small nod. “She’s a nice girl.”

PFFTKSJFKSJNOOOOOOSTOPPSDKSJ BC OFC BETTY, PRESUMABLY THE LONE WOMAN IN A 30 YARD RADIUS,  WOULD PICK UP ON THE BODY LANGUAGE AND SUBTEXT OF DANNY ASKING THE QUESTION AND SIMULTANEOUSLY HAVE THE GRACE NOT TO LOOK AT HIM AS SHE’S LETTING HIM KNOW SHE KNOWS, YKNOW?

They’d chat sometimes, but never with a microphone between them. The conversation they were having now felt even more off the record.

It is kinda crazy danny got so many interviews with Kathy but none with Betty, like he seemingly never interacts with her or Johnny, i just now noticed that and once again, i cry robbery bc why were we deprived so except oh wait, here tay is supplying us all with the nutrition we require

“If you want to know what her deal is, I’d suggest you ask her.” There was a levity to her tone that had Danny smiling despite the blush warming his cheeks. He cracked a full grin at that. “Yeah, maybe.”

GODDSKJDFSKJ I CAN SEE THIS SO OOOOOSOSODFSOOOOOO CLEARLY IN MY HEAD bc no i could talk about this for a trillion years, bc on of the first things taht drew me to danny as a character in the first place is the way he somehow manages to be kinda laid back, even a little shy without seeming like a doormat or a pushover? Or tbh like a complete wimp Like he’s not overly brimming with self-importance or charisma but there is something so disarming about him, like a reserved sorta confidence maybe? and like it makes sense how else do you convince a group of 1960s blue collar greasers to let you follow them around on their bikes for 3 years and not be soemwhat charming/disarming, right But there’s def …. Idk i hesitate to say awkwardness, bc that even seems too harsh but like there’s a reservedness to him that is captured so accurately in this exchange here. Like he’s embarrassed but he’s also not pretending like he’s not embarrassed or that he’s not askking what he’s asking, if that makes sense??

“Came to find your models, right?” Wahoo joked, but the proud smile on his face said that he was hoping Danny would humor him.

SKFSJK wahooo pretending like he’s not the most America's Next Top Model of the bunch, more ready for his closeup than ever is the most wahoo thing there ever was and i have no solid supporting arguments or examples for this except that it's justa absolutely what would happen imsosorrysdkfjs 

Something about the concentration on your face, the furrow of your brows, had Danny fighting the urge to pick up the lens and snap a photo of you.

HHEREREERERRRRRREEEEEEWEGOOOOOOOOOOSOKDKJFKSJ GOT ME OVER HERE SCREAMING “DO IT, DO IT, SNAP THE PIC, DO IT DANNY” BC WITH HOW CONCRETELY AND VIVIDLY YOU’VE DESCRIBED IT, YOU JUST KNOW IT’S A GREAT PHOTO WAITING TO BE TAKEN LIKE I JUST KNOW YOUR TALENT COMBINED WITH OUR BOY'S TALENT WOULD'VE PRODUCED AN AWARD WINNING PHOTO LIKE THAT ONE COUPLE AT WOODSTOCK OR THAT COUPLE KISSING IN THE PARADE AFTER WWII do yall remember that or is that just me

Danny was watching you with that little perma-grin on his face and Cal was seeing the whole entire thing.

LITTLELELKSDJFSKPERMAGRINONHISFACE IM FUCKIGNSLDKFJSLKJD INCONSOLABLE BC THAT’S FUCKING EXACLTY WHAT IT IS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS he fr has a perma-grin like even when he's not smiling he's smiling it's in those cute lil squinty eyes

“Here,” Danny’s lighter came to life on the first try, his hand cupping to shield it from the non-existent breeze. 

As a former smoker, it’s crazy to me that you’re a non-smoker for how well you describe smoking and i know that seems like such a weird thing to pick up on but it really does go a long way in terms of immersion if you’ve ever been a regular smoker. Liek i can always tell in movies or tv shows, in terms of the actors, who’s a chronic smoker, who’s occasionally smoked, and who’s only just now for the first time lain eye on the herbal cigarette in their hand on this movie set bc they hold it in the most awkward and unnatural way like they’re an android holding a carrot and pretending to smoke, and like the last category of ppl will take me out of the story for second looking at you Taissa Farmiga in S1 of american horror story sksksksk it doesn’t ruin it ofc but for a split second i’ll remember this is A Movie or A Show. And I’ve found this does sorta translate to reading too, in the sense that i havne’t seen smoking written badly but there are little details like this cupping your hands around thing that I’m like “oh yeah, that is totally a thing” and like you’re so right. Wind or not, you will always find us cupping the flame like we’re lighting the fucking olympic torch in the midst of blizzard-like wind conditionsSKSKSKSK 

But there was a sweetness to his face that the rest of these guys didn’t have. Didn’t mean that they weren’t nice, of course, but living rough gave people a roughness about them.

Living rough gave people a roughness about them -> once again, pure fucking BARRRRRRSSSSS OKAYYYYYYYY we did not come here to play, I see. But also so true, like even with his little loaner vest he borrowed from Cal which i just decided now bc why not give him his spare if he’s gonna be riding on the back of his bike all the time now skdfjsk and his cigarette and sunglasses, like he looks like he’s taking a field-trip forsure skdfjskjd like he’s vacationing at livng rough, these guys are permanent residents KSKSS

Danny laughed, shoulders relaxing at the apparent success of his introduction, even if he wasn’t really the one introducing himself.

Ngl i’m obsessed with the fact that danny’s the bug everyone wants to study with a magnifying glass, like he’s kinda a fun novelty act/sideshow/traveling exhibit to the point that he really needs no introduction, or atleast doesn’t need to make his own SKSKS 

“Like these boys don’t have big enough heads already.” Wahoo spoke up, pointing at you with no actual malice. “My head is perfectly sized.”

PFTSKJDFSKSKSJKJSSKJ THIS SHIT HAD ME CHORTLINGSKDJ BC ONCE THE FUCK AGAIN, BANTER IS SO SPOT ON

Cal gestured to the trunk of the car where you were sitting. “Sit down, man. Come on. Stay a while.” Danny chuckled and shook his head at Cal’s lack of subtlety, but he still looked over to you to see if you were going to protest it at all.

This is neither here nor there but i do have a personal hc where i decided that danny and cal are liek basically besties i.e. cal’s considered getting danny a sidecar so he doesn’t have to hang off the back of the bike and this is just furthter secondary source material that i will now be co-opting to support this thesis SKSKSKSKSK bc the fact that in addition to Betty, cal’s the only one to pick up on danny’s little crush is the most perfect, precious, undercover homie-4-lyfe behavior to me skdfjskskskskjd

Suddenly he was thinking that he should light his own cigarette just to have something to keep his hands busy. He didn’t have the security blanket of a microphone between you now.

Awwwwww i love this so much just the fact that like ofc he would feel kinda naked without the tape deck and the microphone, liek there’s no purpose in taping Reader bc it’s not book-related but danny hasn’t really had many occasions to just talk to someone for fun in this environment, like i imagine once again with no evidence or proof beyond speculating with wild and reckless abandon and maybe even just making shit up entirely, actually mostly just that everything is fodder for this particular project he’s working on even if he does enjoy the conversations he’s had. Idk i just thought that felt appropriate and Made Sense

“New York? And you decided to come here?” You motioned to Cal and Wahoo, who were now both trying to reach in and grab beer bottles for themselves while moving as little as possible. “For them?”

PAAFTSKJFSKSKSKKSKKSKSK this was the most savage but accurate roast of the guys, like i’d never fucking considered that’s what he did until reading this but taht is literally what this man did skdjfsk 

He shook his head. “I didn’t think this was an interview.” He dragged his hand down the side of his face, fingers running through his beard. “Would’ve prepared better.”

The way you just have his mannerisms down so well and describe him so effortlessly is like an actual crime ... i just wrote and ratified and passed the legislation for this actually i know, i really can do it all and have determined the commensurate punishment is solitary confinement, during which you are required to just nonstop produce danny fic to sate the inevitable physical dependence I am already, in real time, as we speak, developing. So like ……. You’re welcome and i expect a copy of the novel on my desk at noon next monday, August 47th and 29 o clock sharp. thankyouuuuuuosooiiiiiimuch 

It only took a couple seconds for Cal to get up and wander off in a completely different direction, leaving the two of you with some comment about having seen some guy with a bike that had carburetors he wanted to take a closer look at.

SKSKSKJSKJ FUCKING CALSKDFJSK like i can’t tell if this is him getting the hint or just being Cal Look-At-The-Shiny-Thing-Over-There getting fr distracted by someone’s carburetors or both but i would maybe die for him? and definitely would klll for himskdjsk 

“How long before you go back to New York?” He shrugged. “At least ‘til I finish school—got a few more years. Why?” You shook your head. “Just askin’. Making the interview go both ways.”

Making the interview go both ways and mayhaps making sure this guy is sticking around MEEETHINKSS??????? cuz lbr I know that’s exactly why I’d be asking if i were in Reader’s position skjdfks

“I almost took one of you earlier,” he confessed without thinking twice about it, “when you were trying to light your cigarette.” “Something about me lookin’ pissed off felt photo-worthy?” He was still just smiling, nodding. “Something, yeah.”

GODDFSLKDJFA;LSKJDF;ALKSJDF;LAKSJDF;LAKSJD;CLKASMJ;OASJDFOPIJASPOIFWJEPOIJK as if I couldn’t go complete fuckin institutionalization-necessary insane for this man, you somehow manage to make me love him????? More???????? Bc even tho i was screamin for him to take the picture it just occurred to me that like he prob didn’t do it bc he hadn’t asked first and something about that respect is justskdjfkljslapaspodfijp2ijoq03o turning my brain into actual soupy mush so that it's now sliding out my ears and my cats are licking it off my face now like it's a churu treat and im not even sorry for how grossly hyperbolic that is bc it's metaphorically true okay

“Photos go both ways too,” you quipped with a grin. He hesitated for a moment, but he handed his camera over to you … “Not usually on this side of the lens” … 

OKYAOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYAYYYYYYYNOEVERYONESHUTUPFORASECOND bc I legit have a thing about this, like being on the other side of the lens, in my kath/danny thing I’m working on and shit you not, the scream I screamt as I chucked by phone across my bed like a hot potato BC THIS IS JUST SOOOOOO UM YESS??? and i wrote a similar thing of like there being a back and forth in an interview, give-and-take sorta thing and it's too hard to explain here but all of that is to say. it’s as i’ve screamt and will scream a thousand times more, this man is in. your. gotdamn. bones. ya hear 

You must’ve been lost in your thoughts long enough to make him wonder, because he gave just the tiniest tilt of his head as he laughed, and that was when you snapped the photo.

THETINIESTTILT OF HIS HEAD, BROOOOSDFKJSLDKFJLSKJDF ICAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY, I CAN SEE IT LIKE I’VE FILMED IT AND IT’S INFURIATING??????????? THAT I CAN’T BC IT SHOULD EXIST????????? 

Handing the camera back to him, you said, “Gotta let me see that one too.” Danny chuckled and nodded, red blooming across his cheeks again. “I’ll make sure of it.”

So, i assume this means pt 2 is gonna be him….. Showing them these pics as a pretense to see Reader again, right? bc…… i mean im not gonna not say i’ll be sitting here, staring into a void of nothingness waiting for you to write more of this true delight of a fic and like…… i'm also not saying this is live surveillance footage of me waiting ..............

but it is. so like no pressure, I’m just dying inside waiting, it’s totally fine no shhhhhh don’t worry about me I’m like sooiiiiiiiiiii great and well-adjusted about it

Off the Record

Danny Lyon x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, drinking, smoking, no use of "y/n"

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: thinking about danny and his cute lil smile always

The best and worst thing was that everyone was just somebody who knew somebody. Anytime a person tried to ask about anyone else, the immediate answer was just who they happened to know, or be married to, or be related to. They were always someone’s friend, some guy that this person knew.

Danny knew that it wasn’t just him that was getting those answers. He knew that people from other clubs would ask Johnny about him, ask who this kid was following them around with a microphone and a camera. They’d ask, understandably so he supposed, why some kid who had to hang onto the back of someone else for dear life had his own set of colors to wear.

Johnny always answered the questions by giving as little of an answer as possible.

“He’s a friend of ours. Good kid.’’

“He takes pictures—can’t ride and take pictures at the same time, now can he?”

“He’s one’a us, the fuck’s it matter to you?”

Danny was smart enough to know that Johnny’s vague, and slightly aggressive, answers to people outside their own club probably saved his ass on more than one occasion. He knew that, was thankful for it too. The frustration came from being on the receiving end of those answers that didn’t do much to answer anything. He wondered if Johnny even knew that he was doing it.

The crowd at the Dayton picnic was massive—bigger than any gathering that Danny had been to so far. There were plenty of people to talk to, more photo opportunities than he had rolls of film. He’d been making his rounds, making sure not to stray too far from the pack that the Vandals had shown up as.

He had the camera strap around his neck, but he didn’t let it hang and rest against his chest. He was still holding onto it, ready to lift it and snap just the right photo at just the right time if the opportunity presented itself. He was scanning the crowd for just that opportunity when he saw you. You were sitting on the closed trunk of someone’s car, maybe it was yours, not that it mattered to him right then. Your legs dangled over the edge of it, boots swinging slightly in front of the license plate. You had a beer in your hand and a grin on your face as you listened to whatever conversation was happening in front of you, the guys all sitting on the ground around one of the dozens of coolers that people had shown up with.

Danny made his way back towards the crowd, keeping you in his peripheral as he walked up to the table that Johnny was sitting on, Betty sitting on the bench in front of him between his legs. He snapped a quick photo of that before approaching to talk to him.

He slunk up to the table, leaning against it but not quite venturing to sit on it the way that Johnny was. He cleared his throat quietly first and then spoke up. “Hey, Johnny?”

Johnny turned to look at him, one hand on Betty’s shoulder, one hand holding a cigarette. “Yeah?”

“I got a question.”

Johnny chuckled. “You always do. That’s kinda your whole thing.”

Danny smiled, giving a shrug as he nodded. “Yeah. Not, um,” he cleared his throat, “not for the book.”

Johnny’s eyebrows shot up at that but he didn’t say anything. Danny couldn’t help but to notice the fact that even though most everyone else wasn’t paying attention, Betty had tuned into the conversation as well. What had originally felt like a bit of a silly question to ask, now suddenly felt much more embarrassing and he hadn’t even spat out the words yet.

He fiddled with the camera in his hands for a moment, cleared his throat again even though there was no need to. “Who’s, you know,” he nodded over in your direction, still perched so nicely on the trunk of that car, “over there on the car. With the boots and…” he trailed off before he made a fool of himself more than he already had.

Betty did him the courtesy of not looking directly at him, which is something that Danny was thankful for even if he didn’t say it. But he could tell by the smile stretching across her face that she knew exactly what was going on.

The same couldn’t be said for her husband, though. Johnny looked over at you, knit his brows in thought for a moment, and then shrugged. “Ah, she’s, you know, she’s one’a Gina’s friends I think.”

Danny nodded to show that he was paying attention, hoping that it would get Johnny to keep talking. He should’ve known better than to hope for that, since Johnny only ever seemed to carry a conversation in three-to-eight-word segments before passing the baton back off again.

“Right,” Danny said, fighting the urge to twist the strap of his camera. “What’s the—”

“Hey!” Johnny called out, cutting Danny off when he saw an argument starting to break out across the lawn. He gently patted Betty’s shoulder, a cue to let him get up. Whatever Danny was going to try and ask him became the least important thing as he took off to try and mediate the mess that was happening.

Danny stood there beside Betty, both of them watching as Johnny stalked off to try and shut down whatever it was that was happening. Considering that Corky was one half of the argument, it couldn’t have been anything too extreme. A nuisance, probably, but nothing that would result in any fists being thrown.

“She’s sweet,” Betty said, still looking at Johnny.

Danny turned and looked at her. “What?”

Betty finally looked up at him, giving a small nod. “She’s a nice girl.”

Danny nodded as he took in what Betty was saying, the look on her face. He and Betty knew each other, of course, but she didn’t ever seem too keen on interviews. He got some photos of her, some of her with Johnny. They’d chat sometimes, but never with a microphone between them. The conversation they were having now felt even more off the record.

“If you want to know what her deal is, I’d suggest you ask her.” There was a levity to her tone that had Danny smiling despite the blush warming his cheeks.

“Right. I just,” he chuckled nervously, “you know.”

Betty laughed as she grabbed the beer bottle that Johnny had been drinking out of. She took a sip before saying, “Put that microphone to good use.”

He cracked a full grin at that. “Yeah, maybe.”

They both turned to look at Johnny, and whatever the argument had been must not have been that important because it was all done and over with now. Johnny and Corky were walking back towards the table with a couple men from a different club in tow. Danny went to lift his camera up to try and snap a photo but before he could press the button, Betty spoke up.

“Go on. There’s a hundred of these guys runnin’ around here today.”

She didn’t say it, but Danny still heard the unspoken, “So use your film for something worthwhile instead,” that was thinly hidden at the end of her statement. He knew that he’d never stop kicking himself if he didn’t take her advice, because it wasn’t as though she was typically one to be doling it out to the guys in the club. So, he let his camera drop back to his chest, and gave Betty a tiny nod of thanks before turning and heading back over towards you.

The guys noticed Danny approaching before you did. Cal and Wahoo were both camped out, half-sprawled on the ground around the cooler. They were watching Danny, smiles growing as they thought up their greeting remarks. Meanwhile your focus was trained on the cigarette between your lips, or more precisely, the lighter you were trying to flick to life to light it. Something about the concentration on your face, the furrow of your brows, had Danny fighting the urge to pick up the lens and snap a photo of you.

“Look who it is,” Cal spoke up with a wave.

“Came to find your models, right?” Wahoo joked, but the proud smile on his face said that he was hoping Danny would humor him.

Danny chuckled, shaking his head. “Almost outta film. Gotta be careful with it.”

They both made sounds of offense that quickly dissolved into laughter. “This fuckin’ guy,” Wahoo muttered, shaking his head.

There was a beat of quiet, the chatter of other groups around keeping it from falling into real silence. You still hadn’t gotten the flame of your lighter to catch. Wahoo’s hazy focus had drifted to other things. Danny was watching you with that little perma-grin on his face and Cal was seeing the whole entire thing.

He chuckled, sitting himself upright, palms flat on the ground now. There was a knowing glint in his eyes. “Danny, you met—”

“Shit,” you muttered, not meaning to cut Cal off but accomplishing that anyway. You shook your head before angrily pitching your lighter as far away from you as possible. You were about to give up and shove the cigarette back into your pack too when all of a sudden there was another lighter being held up in front of you.

“Here,” Danny’s lighter came to life on the first try, his hand cupping to shield it from the non-existent breeze.

You looked at him, your skepticism shining through for a moment before you leaned forward and lit your cigarette off the tiny flame he was offering you. You nodded as you pulled away, smoke slipping from between your lips as you said, “Thanks.”

He smiled as he tucked the lighter back into his pocket. “Welcome.”

Cal spoke up, not willing to let this die out with a three-word exchange. He looked at you, dopey smile on his face. “This is the guy we were tellin’ you about. You know, making the book.”

You turned and looked at Danny then, really looked at him. Maybe you should’ve known that’s who he was. Not that you tried to make a habit of judging based off looks, but he didn’t seem quite like the rest of the guys in the club. Sure, he was wearing the colors, he had his own little gold earring in his ear, tiny bit of scruff coming in. But there was a sweetness to his face that the rest of these guys didn’t have. Didn’t mean that they weren’t nice, of course, but living rough gave people a roughness about them. Danny didn’t look like he had that.

“You’re the one makin’ these guys think they’re pretty enough to model, then?” you asked with a laugh.

Danny laughed, shoulders relaxing at the apparent success of his introduction, even if he wasn’t really the one introducing himself. “Yeah, that’s me.”

You gestured to the two men on the ground in front of you. “Like these boys don’t have big enough heads already.”

Wahoo spoke up, pointing at you with no actual malice. “My head is perfectly sized.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin as you tapped the ash off the end of your cigarette. “Why don’t you lay off the beer for a couple hours and then we’ll talk about it.”

As the laughter among you was starting to quiet, Cal gestured to the trunk of the car where you were sitting. “Sit down, man. Come on. Stay a while.”

Danny chuckled and shook his head at Cal’s lack of subtlety, but he still looked over to you to see if you were going to protest it at all. A smile curled the ends of your lips before you took another drag off your cigarette. You saw the way that his cheeks started to turn pink, but you decided that you’d be kind enough not to say anything about it. Instead, you made a small motion with your hand to the empty side of the trunk, a wordless confirmation of Cal’s invite.

He sat down next to you, camera now in his lap because of the way that the two of you were sitting. He was looking around, trying not to just stare directly at you. It was cute—so was the way that he was still holding onto his camera like he’d be ready to use it at a moment’s notice. You leaned back slightly, bracing yourself with one hand against the car while the other held your cigarette. You smiled before initiating a real introduction, something a little more informative than the commentary Danny had been greeted with. At least this way he’d actually learn your name.

“So,” you inhaled off your cigarette again before continuing, “what do you do when you’re not on the back of one of these guys’ bikes?”

Danny chuckled, looking into your eyes for a moment before he went back to looking at everything else about you too. Suddenly he was thinking that he should light his own cigarette just to have something to keep his hands busy. He didn’t have the security blanket of a microphone between you now.

“I’m in school.” He held up his camera for a moment. “Photography.”

You smiled, nodding. “Makes sense.” You pulled a final drag off your cigarette before flicking the butt of it away. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

He laughed, the tone of it asking the question of, “That obvious?” without him having to say it out loud. “No ma’am. I’m from New York.”

Your eyes widened, the last tendrils of smoke slipping past your lips and into the air as you reiterated it back to him. “New York? And you decided to come here?” You motioned to Cal and Wahoo, who were now both trying to reach in and grab beer bottles for themselves while moving as little as possible. “For them?”

The smile on Danny’s face was warm, a little bit of a sparkle in his eyes. “It’s been fun. I’m glad I’m here.” He paused. “What about you?”

You chuckled. “I’m from around here, yeah. Not, you know,” you gestured to the field, “here. But back home.”

His cheeks darkened. “Yeah, right. No, I meant, um, what do you do? When you’re not,” he mimicked your gesture from a few seconds before, “doing this.”

Whether it was because you’d been smiling so consistently, or because your smile had just kept growing, you weren’t sure, but either way you could feel the ache starting in your cheeks. It wasn’t enough to dampen your expression. “This how all your interviews go?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t think this was an interview.” He dragged his hand down the side of his face, fingers running through his beard. “Would’ve prepared better.”

“Probably still should have!” Wahoo piped up.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Make yourself useful, will ya? Grab us a couple’a beers?”

He groaned dramatically. “Gonna make me get up?”

You nudged him lightly with the toe of your boot. “Yeah, I am.”

You let the silence stretch for as long as it needed to while Wahoo grabbed beers for both of you. He grumbled the whole time but you also caught the fact that he was trying not to laugh. It was too much fun giving each other a hard time. You were waiting for him to dramatically throw himself back onto the ground, but instead he headed off to where some more of the guys were sitting. It only took a couple seconds for Cal to get up and wander off in a completely different direction, leaving the two of you with some comment about having seen some guy with a bike that had carburetors he wanted to take a closer look at.

Once you took a swig of the beer Wahoo had handed you, you got around to answering Danny’s original question. “I work at a diner across town from The Stoplight.” You chuckled at his slightly confused expression. “That’s what I do when I’m not doin’ this.”

He laughed, nodding. “Right.” He toyed with the bottle between his hands. “How’d you meet these guys, then?” He chuckled. “They don’t seem like the diner types.”

You could feel how ridiculous and cheesy your grin was but you couldn’t stop it, either. “No, no they’re not. Not anymore, anyway.” You paused, bringing the bottle to your lips. “Gina did my nails a couple times. We got talkin’ and she asked if I wanted to grab a drink.” You laughed and shook your head at the mild ludicrousness of it all. “Didn’t think that she was gonna take me to the other side of town and into a biker bar, but it turned out alright.”

“Seems to be a common theme,” Danny commented with a soft laugh.

You shrugged. “Yeah, kind of. But I think it’s, you know, it’s ‘cause they’re just guys. They’re guys with bikes. And yeah, they’ve got,” you gently tugged on the hem of the vest he was wearing, “matching outfits and loud mufflers. But they’re alright. Just…don’t’ look it when they’re all traveling like a pack of wolves together.” You paused and saw that starry look back in his eyes again. “Now this feels more like an interview.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “No microphone. All off the record.”

“Real reassuring, thank you,” you joked, allowing your shoulder to press up against his. You paused. “How long before you go back to New York?”

He shrugged. “At least ‘til I finish school—got a few more years. Why?”

You shook your head. “Just askin’. Making the interview go both ways.”

There was a flutter in his chest when he saw your smile, the glint in your eyes. He turned his torso so that he was facing you more directly. “If we’re interviewing, then I need to take your picture.” He set the beer bottle down on the trunk and lifted the camera instead. “For the book.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, letting it dissolve into laughter as he brought the camera up in front of his face. “For the book, I’m sure.” You watched as he lowered the camera just slightly, enough so that he could look you in the eyes. “What do you want me to…?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want. It’s your picture.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s your book.”

“I almost took one of you earlier,” he confessed without thinking twice about it, “when you were trying to light your cigarette.”

That got a loud but genuine laugh out of you. “Something about me lookin’ pissed off felt photo-worthy?”

He was still just smiling, nodding. “Something, yeah.”

You were laughing, rolling your eyes as you rested your beer bottle on top of your leg, not caring about the condensation soaking into your jeans from the bottom of it. “You are somethin’ else.” Just as you tilted your head back up to look at him again you heard the click of the camera. Your face instantly felt warm. “Do I at least get to see it before you go sendin’ it places?”

“I’ll let you see it,” he promised with a nod.

“Alright. Guess that’s fair.” Setting your bottle off to the side, you wiped your hands off on your jeans before motioning for him to hand the camera over to you. “Let’s see that.”

“What?” he asked, a confused laugh tumbling past his lips.

“Photos go both ways too,” you quipped with a grin.

He hesitated for a moment, but he handed his camera over to you. He saw the way you were practically giddy as you held it carefully in your hands.

“Not usually on this side of the lens,” he said as his gaze diverted off for a moment.

Your smile softened. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You can do whatever you want, remember?”

He laughed and shook his head at you. In his time following the Vandals around, he’d come to realize just how easy it was to feel so close to people. There was an immersive nature to the club and the people in it. Still, he found himself getting a little bit of the wind knocked out of him as he looked over at you, watching the way you carefully turned his camera over in your hands to look at it more closely.

You felt the way that he was watching you, and for a moment you thought that he was just making sure that you weren’t about to drop or break one of his most prized possessions. But when you actually looked at him, and saw the wistful expression on his face, those worries instantly faded away.

Lifting up the camera, you pressed your eye to the viewfinder. When you filled the frame with Danny, a little glimpse of chaos in the far-off background but all the real focus on that quirky little smile on his face, you felt like you were starting to understand why he was content to follow these guys around like this. You must’ve been lost in your thoughts long enough to make him wonder, because he gave just the tiniest tilt of his head as he laughed, and that was when you snapped the photo.

Handing the camera back to him, you said, “Gotta let me see that one too.”

Danny chuckled and nodded, red blooming across his cheeks again. “I’ll make sure of it.”

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[rosecoloreddesire]

The Hold You Have Upon Me

Summary: Your best friend Olivia gets you in on her big role in a new movie and you gladly accept the offer. Little did you know the job had a lot more to offer than it lead on.

Note: I’m so sorry for being so inactive! Please forgive me y’all! Should this be my first Austin series??? But the new pics from behind the scenes??? LORD HAVE MERCY!

Part 2

Warning: FLUFF! Also I only read through this twice so I’m sorry for any errors!!

“Y/N, c’mon! You’re doing great! I’m so proud of you for being here for me.” Olivia wraps her arms around you in a warm embrace.

“You know I wouldn’t have denied being an extra in an Elvis movie,” Olivia rolls her eyes as her makeup finishes,” and wouldn’t have denied seeing my best friend have the role of her life!” She smiles as the finishing touches are applied and twirls around.

“Time to line up, girly!” She takes your hand and leads you to set. The booming echo of the band thumps within your body as you watch Baz record them up close. Olivia tugs on your arm and points at the corner of the set. There he was.

“Holy shit, Liv. He’s Adonis…” you hadn’t had the time to see Austin as Elvis yet. The sight of his tanned skin adorned in black leather pulling the air from your lungs. She laughs and pats your back as a set manager pulls her away from you. You can’t keep your eyes off of him as workers surround him to make sure he looks perfect. That shouldn’t be too hard you think. His cobalt eyes are stoic as he finally catches you staring. His smirk eliciting a squeak from your lips as you go to find the same set manager that stole Olivia away from you.

“Got enough of gawking Mr. Butler in for one day?” Mia asks as you walk up next her. You sigh and rub your hands on your face.

“He saw me and probably thinks I’m a freak.” She cackles as she’s reads the list in front of her. She pulls you along with her.

“Well, this freak is front of stage. Have fun, love.” You whip your head to glare at Mia.

“‘Mia?! Are you kidding me? This is insane! Please, put me closer to the back or something.” Mia shrugged her shoulders and looked through the papers on her clipboard. You try to look over her to no avail.

“They dressed you up just like the girl in the original ‘68 comeback that sits right there! Soooo, no can do, love!” She waves at you as you sit down. He’s going to be dancing right in front of you. You place a hand on the stage and drag your fingers on it softly. This is insane.

“Good luck, Y/N. You got this!” Olivia looks beautiful as she shakes your shoulders.

“Knock ‘em dead, Priscilla.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. You smooth your skirt down as other extras begin to fill in next to you. Your heart begins to beat out of your chest as Baz calls for action.

“And here he is, Mister Elvis Presley!” The applause sign lights up as you begin to clap. Ignoring the total arousal that seeps through you as you see him begin to bend to grasp his guitar. He sits down and begins to sing and your heart all but melts. You could see he put everything into becoming Elvis and he looked just like him. You could feel tears well in your eyes as you remembered watching Elvis with your grandma when you were younger. Never understanding why she’d get so emotional. Now here you were seeing double. You smile as the song comes to an end and wipe your eyes. Baz calling cut so that he could move things around for a better shot. He smiles at you as he makes his way to Austin. You nod and turn to where Olivia is sitting. She shapes a heart with her hands and you return it as you take a deep breath.

“Quick touch up break!” Makeup artists swarm in as cast members make their ways to chairs. Some stay seated and some grab something to snack on. You watch as Austin sits down panting as staff use towels to lightly dab onto his face. He smiles and his lips curl as he listens to Baz and his flailing hands.

“Hey, why don’t you just try talking to him?” Mia startled you, your hand shooting to your chest. She grabs onto your shoulder as you grasp your surroundings again.

“M-Mia, I’m one of how many extras trying to get to know him? Give me a break! Not gonna happen-“ you choke on your last words as you make eye contact with the aforementioned man. His gaze could pierce stone as you squirm in your seat. He nods to the artist powdering his face and he rises from his chair.

“Welp, I gotta go! Have fun, darling!”

“Hey, you’re Olivia’s friend right,” you nod as your throat dries,” I’ve seen you on her Insta page. You’re uh, you look gorgeous.” Your eyes widen as does his.

“Thank y-“

“ I’m sorry if that was weird, darlin’.” His voice lowering as he rubs the back of his neck. You laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” your voice squeaking, you clear your throat,” no! Um, I think you’re gorgeous too.”

“It’s just the get up, I feel.”

“I mean the get up is a plus-“

“A plus? You really like it that much, doll?” He stepped a little closer to you. You move back a little scared he’ll hear the pounding of your heart. You place a hand on your chest as your cheeks flush.

“Austin,” his hand slips around your waist as his other hand rests tenderly against your cheek. His fingers softly move against the soft skin,” I-I do.” You splutter out meekly.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m really liking the get up you got goin’ on to.” Before you can say your weak attempt at a joke his soft lips are upon yours. His grip slowly tightens as you sigh into the kiss. You rest your hands on his chest as you feel your legs begin to weaken. His entire being yearns to be as close to as possible. He pulls away and uses the hand still on your cheek to move your face to the side. His lips finding solace betwixt your jaw and neck. You begin to giggle as he hums against your skin.

“A-Aus, what are you doing? You’re gonna have to go on soon.” He continues to hum into your skin. Not leaving any marks but leaving a slight tingle in his tracks.

“They can wait, darlin’. I just can’t get enough of you.” His phone buzzes in his pocket as he finishes his rasping speech.

“I don’t think they want to.” You wink as he pulls away from you with a pout. You stand to your tippy toes and lay a chaste kiss to his nose. His skin flushing pink within seconds.

“I’ll find you after, Y/N.” He holds your hand until ultimately he has to let it go. You sigh heavily and lean against the wall as you collect your thoughts.

“That was….adorable!!!” Olivia squeals and wraps her arms around your shoulders. You yelp and she covers your mouth.

“How could you?! Did you see all of that?!” You take her hand off your mouth.

“Hey! I was tasked to come find Elvis and found Elvis I did!” She wiggles her eyebrows as you groan. You both make your way back to set. Your seat open in the front of the stage as he winks at you from it. You take Olivia’s arm.

“I’m not sitting back up there. I just kissed him and I gotta act like that didn’t happen?” You groan once more as Olivia shrugs.

“Hey, at least it’ll help with the fan girl in love look.” She smiles as she leads you back to your seat.

“Liv, I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”

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HII! austin tat is dry and looks so good bff. lmk if u wanna see a pic! i was hoping to get a blurb based of this prompt- ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ from fluff for austin!

speechless - austin butler

note ; bestie i think i speak for all the fans we NEED to see the tat expeditiously. this is a saga i must follow up on. pls update us with a picture <3 also love this prompt bc we love fluffy austin (my cuppycake gumdrop sweetie pie) also i apologize this got so long i fell into a literal black hole while writing it

warnings ; none except for like suggestive language at the end

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austin didn’t normally lose his train of thought. he didn’t usually find himself out of words to say, despite the shy traits of him that he acquired from his mother. he had always found things to say, even if they were conventionally wrong.

that all changed when he saw you in that red dress.

the wind had been knocked out of him, his stomach doing backflips as his grip on his champagne flute loosened enough for it to almost slip through his fingertips. his heart could be heard in his ears, blood rushing through his body at an increased speed. am i having a heart attack, he thought to himself idiotically. no, he was not, but his body and brain had convinced him otherwise.

your legs teased the outside world through the slit in your dress, your skin radiantly glowing as you spoke politely to the other guests. your lips, plump and pink, parted ever so slightly to speak. he was mesmerized, utterly speechless. if he was any ounce of a man, he would’ve waltzed right up to you and asked for your name. but, it was as if his mother had embodied him, his words no good anymore.

to think, he didn’t even want to be at the event. he had told his publicist earlier he would only stay for thirty minutes, to do his part. now, he couldn’t imagine leaving. he watched you from afar as you seemed to float above the crowd, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you would look in his direction.

but, you proceeded to speak to guest after guest, shaking hands with men that looked at you as if you were a delectable meal for the night. he turned around, looking for someone he could speak to so he wouldn’t appear to be a stalker. i am austin butler, he said to himself, i am successful.

no one in his line of sight seemed as interesting as you.

you had migrated to a different group, throwing your head back in laughter as you went along with the crowd’s jokes. he was trying to hide his interest, watching over the rim of his flute as he took another sip. and, just when he had thought all hope was lost, and that you would fade into another man’s arm tonight, you looked at him. it was one second, just enough for him to inhale the sharpest breath.

then, you did the unthinkable. you looked back at him.

fuck, fuck, fuck. what do i do? he tortured himself. somehow, everything escaped him. he settled for a feeble smile, and to his excitement, you returned it, raising your glass to him. he raised his as well, hoping that would be enough to beckon you over. he watched, heart thumping out of his chest, as you excused yourself from your conversation and began to make your way… towards him. he couldn’t even find enough air in the universe to breathe.

you weaved through the crowd, cheeks burning as you strolled up to him, as if you had been doing it your whole life. he thought he might pass away right there, and someone would have to scrape his body off the floor. he chugged the rest of his champagne, knowing he would probably need five more of those to make it through a conversation with you.

“hi,” you grinned at him, meeting his gentle eyes. “i’m [y/n]. i’m sorry, i don’t normally do this, but i saw you in that elvis movie and, honestly, i won’t lie, i’m a little starstruck right now.”

he was going to kiss baz luhrmann on the lips for casting him in that godforsaken film.

“u-uh, yeah, that’s me,” he smiled back at you, biting his lip as he normally did when he got anxious. “i’m austin. austin butler.”

you giggled, a harmony that made him almost melt to his knees. “right, yeah, i knew that. ‘cause, ya know, elvis and everything.”

“oh, yeah, of course,” he hoped he sounded nonchalant. “i’m sorry, i’m just really dumb.”

you laughed again, a real one, at that. he wondered why he even said that, but he just kept going, words falling from his lips. “this champagne sucks, doesn’t it?”

“worst i’ve ever tasted,” you agreed, eyes sparkling.

“won’t lie, though, i might need to get more to talk to you,” he finally found some kind of liquid courage, stuffed in between his dwindling dignity and his crippling anxiety.

you giggled, “that can’t be true. i’m sure you have girls come up to you all the time.”

“oh, god no,” he replied, and you laughed again as he realized he was basically admitting to you he hadn’t gotten laid in two years. “fuck, now i’m embarrassed.”

“no, no, don’t be,” you reassured. “i like the way you speak to me. finally, someone who isn’t staring at my boobs.”

“right,” he made a mental note to never, ever look at your plump, full breasts. a comfortable silence fell over you two, and it seemed as if you were hanging onto his next word. for some reason, he couldn’t spit out anything. he was too busy thinking of what color house you two would be living in one day.

“i —“

“i —“

“no, you first.”

“no, no, you first. i insist,” you continued to smile at him, pearly whites and all.

“right,” he scratched the nape of his neck, “honestly, i don’t think i was even going to say anything after that.”

you bit your lip, trying to contain the laughter. “oh, really?”

“really can’t speak today, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief, “must be how pretty you look.”

smooth, austin, smooth, he praised himself. and you chuckled once more, feeling a little bit like a schoolgirl with a crush. “stop, i don’t think so! you’re doing great,” you bashfully looked down at your feet, “and you look good too.”

“hey, this might be crazy, but would you wanna, like, get out of here and find some mcdonald’s?” he motioned towards the door, trying to read your face for any sort of inkling of what your answer would be. you wouldn’t have said no, but it was a possibility.

later, when all was said and done — he had already taken you to mcdonald’s and to your hotel, laying you down and lifting up your dress to nuzzle his face in between your thighs — he would remind himself to thank his publicist for making him go to the event.

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[fiberslut]

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Face claim : Yaya Urassaya

enews✔️

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enews Y/n Y/l/n, 2 times Oscar winner has shared some pics of her with flowers on Valentine’s day. Fans were curious about her new relationship after she split up with Chris Evans after dating for 2 years. See her recent instagram post at the link in bio.

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y/nandchrisforever what?! my parents split up??

y/nfans12 my girl crush

abc.def who is she anyway?

y/ny/l/n✔️

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y/ny/l/n new york baby

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tomholland we should hang out!

y/ny/l/n sure!

y/nfans wait who took this pic of her?

austinfans i saw Austin liked her pics

statisticsking Timothée too. Who is she?

y/nfans they’re working in Dune 2 together. They probably be just friends.

justjared✔️

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justjared It’s confirmed. Austin Butler and Y/n Y/l/n are the new it couple.

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y/nfans1 i did not expect this but i’m not complaining

y/nandchrisforever noooo

austinfans i knew it!

[elvisabutler]

my lover stands on golden sands

summary: a long deserved vacation to hawai‘i is filled with swimming despite your true desire to just stay in bed. fandom: elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley | austin butler pairing: elvis presley x female reader, past elvis presley x priscilla presley implied/referenced rating: t-ish. word count: 2467 warnings: minor poor health mentions in relation to pregnancy. pregnancy. a lot of seal talk. a lot of sealness. lisa marie is a minor character in this. blink and you miss it pregnancy/breeding kink from elvis. this is honestly pretty fluffy y'all. author’s note: consider this an epilogue of sorts? basically when i first wrote the fic @oh-kurva wanted a sequel and then some of y'all requested stuff for my 1k gala so this turned into less of a sequel and just more a epilogue/another one shot for them. genuinely i'm still delighted any of y'all liked the original fic, let alone this one and i may write more for them potentially because i do enjoy them. and hey, if y'all ever want more before i come up with something, my askbox is usually always open to requests. also you can read this as austin butler's elvis or real elvis, i left it nebulous enough, i think. also time frame is probably 73-75 elvis, but that pic in the moodboard is secretly my kryptonite so it had to be used. also if you want to be on my taglist for anything, click here and fill the form out. responses are anonymous when it comes to me getting your email. or you can just message me your preferences. i'm easy either way.

You hate to admit it but Elvis had been right this morning as he watched you struggle to get out of bed, the combination of nausea and your not insubstantial stomach making it so that the idea of spending your vacation in bed while him and Lisa and members of the Mafia frolicked sounded like such a charming plan. A charming plan Elvis caught onto the second he saw you burrowing deeper into the covers. He's gentle in the way he attempts to almost ambush you with his plans, his hand moving to rub at the swell of your belly, marveling at how he feels the faintest of kicks.

"Ya ain't tryin' to go back to sleep on me, are ya? Gonna bail on me and yittle Yisa? She's been lookin' forward to swimmin' with us. Said she's been practicin' her shiftin'." His tone is light but when you look at him the concern and worry's written all over his face. You aren't young and he knows you've been getting more and more tired as the months go on.

"I can't get up," you try to argue, not wanting to explain that you feel almost as if a bus has run you over and how the idea of heaving your body up into a sitting- let alone standing position has your stomach threatening to upend itself. "Just feeling a little tired and sick to my stomach, Elvis. Nothing to worry about."

"When's t'last time ya went swimmin', darlin'?" He asks, still rubbing soft circles against your stomach. "Might help a lil."

Selkie pregnancies are weird that way, sometimes it's fine to remain on land for all nine months while other times it ought to be doctor's orders for you to be in water as often as you can. Your doctor doesn't know how to deal with a supernatural pregnancy like this but he trusts the man with your life. So you and Elvis have been having to play it by ear. If he was a betting man, he'd say that his own issues with his skin and shifting and being away from water for so long has the baby growing inside of you craving the sea or some form of water. He's noticed how you relax in the tub more often than you ever had before and that it helps you. You've been here at least few days and while the two of you had showered multiple times he had yet to see you floating in any form of water.

"Before we left Memphis," you answer looking more than a bit chagrined, "didn't mean to, just we were having fun doing other things and-"

He cuts you off by sliding down your body till his face is eye level with your stomach. He places a series of kisses to it, chuckling lowly as each one is followed by a kick and a grunt from you. He doesn't say a word until you move to grab the sides of his face, "now lookat ya. Achin' and feelin' like a pile of dead weight. Ain't ya always double checkin' I at least go in a hotel pool when I'm tourin' without ya? Meanwhile here ya are forgettin' you got a bit o'me in ya. Forgettin' they need the water too. Gonna do wonders for that back of yours alone."

The embarrassment over him knowing without a single question which parts of your body are aching has you face warming and has you looking away from him as he moves to sit back up. "Feelin' embarrassed are ya? Gonna let me take ya outside in that lil' swimsuit of yours? Swim with ya step daughter and me?"

An argument is on the tip of your tongue but as you look at his expectant face and hear what you swear is a little tiny knock at the door that can only be from Lisa you let out a sigh. "Help me get up then, my big strong selkie. Can't roll out of bed otherwise. Hell, you'll probably have to help me get dressed too."

"Actin' like that's a damn chore for me. Up n'at'em, seal wife," he murmurs, standing up before holding out his arm for you to use as leverage. "Ya packed the bikini or the one piece?"

Much to Elvis's- or lil Elvis's distress you had packed the one piece swimsuit. Something about not wanting to show off everything which Elvis found to be complete bullshit because you looked like a damn queen pregnant and full of life but he wasn't about to argue just this once about it. It had taken about 30 minutes for you to get fully ready, a period of time that had Lisa coming into your room and half tackling you and Elvis with a hug. You're pretty sure if her boundless energy had been fully directed toward you that you and your bump would have been on the floor. She doesn't question Elvis shooing you into the bathroom so that he can get on your suit despite how she's seen your chest before. It's fine though, and after a bit you peek your head out followed by your body and a gasp of delight from the young girl. Apparently you look pretty and Lisa can't help but put her head to your stomach, giggling as a kick hits her in the cheek.

You and Elvis share a look over her head as you gently pull her away and move to grab a robe to wear outside as you leave the room. It doesn't take Elvis too much longer to get ready and once he does the three of you start to walk to the beach with Lisa leading the charge and you leaning a bit heavily on Elvis. Lisa's talking a bit, something about how she can't wait to show you two how quick she can shift now and you nod a little tiredly as Elvis answers with words for the both of you. Faintly you hear Lisa asking if you're okay and you feel your heart twist in delight at the notion of her caring.

"She's fine yittle. Just tired from carryin' ya sibling. Gonna help her out with the water, ain't we though? Gonna show me how strong ya've gotten without me?" He asks playfully but you know there's a mild undercurrent of distress. He trusts Priscilla to make sure their little girl is alright but she is not a selkie and it's hard enough to teach a young one when you're with them twenty four seven.

Lisa, if she picks up on it keeps it close to the chest as she answers back, "yeah, but ya taught me it! And ya can teach me more now!"

"She's got you there," you huff out a laugh as you can finally see the water in sight. Your stomach rolls again and you feel a flutter of activity the more you look at it. Maybe Elvis was right, maybe you should have been practically living in the water since you got here. You pull away from him to take off your robe, dropping it in a chair before walking straight to the water with Elvis and Lisa following close behind you.

The second you hit the water you feel your body relax, the nausea abate and the flurry of activity simmer down to a few kicks and rolls every so often, as if they're trying swim with you. You watch as you see Elvis and Lisa in their seal forms swimming quicker than you can out to sea. You could go farther, you think, but you dread the idea of something happening to you if you're swept into a current you can't escape. No, it's safer to remain where you are marveling at the healing power of the water for you. Everything feels so light from your full breasts to your stomach, you practically feel weightless and can't help the way your eyes flutter shut. You're not sleeping and you're not sleepy in the moment but you want to savor it for when you're back outside of the water with everything weighing you down once more.

The water shifts around you and it prompts you to open your eyes a crack. You have company swimming around you. Elvis's large form and Lisa's smaller form swimming in a circle around you almost as if to protect you or to keep you company. A smile crosses your face as you speak, unsure if they can hear you. "Hello to you two too. Aren't you supposed to be stretching your flippers?"

You don't get an answer in the way you expect. In fact what happens next isn't really an answer at all, and is more or less one of the most touching things you've ever felt. Elvis has been in his form since you two found out you were pregnant and you've felt him press against it with his nose but with Lisa, you've never seen her in her seal form. Before you have a chance to stop him or her you feel his large snout squish against your belly and feel what you swear is an answering kick. Lisa, wanting to get in on the action mimics her father with her own smaller press of her snout. The problem is that she isn't used to it, isn't used to how it makes her nose feel and she lets out a little sneeze inadvertently giving you a small raspberry with the boop. The reaction from inside of you is somehow more intense and you let out a breathless sort of laugh as you try and grab Lisa to hug her. Elvis peeks his head up above the water and you hear his bark of a laugh in seal form before it shifts to human and the little seal in your arms shifts back to Lisa's human form.

It goes on like this for what feels like hours but is only just two but it's filled with small boops of their snouts to your stomach and raspberries and answering kicks back. But Elvis can feel you getting tired, see how your strokes in the water are a little less strong and without asking or wondering if he should, he manages to have you on his back as a seal with you grasping as he swims back to shore. After a moment or two on the shore he shifts back and calls for Lisa who dutifully- for once- comes back onto the shore as a human as well. Your eyes drift shut a little as you yawn. "You don't have to stop because I'm a little tired, Elvis. Go. Go swim, that's why we're on vacation."

"We're still gonna swim, darlin'. Got some more stuff I gotta teach Yisa, but wanna put ya in one of the chairs. Put an umbrella over ya. Let ya take a nap while we do it," he whispers the words, almost as if it's a secret plan before he picks you up and carries you to the chair in question, setting you down almost as if you're a glass doll. "Jus' take it easy. They're all excited 'bout the swimmin' ya did."

As if you prove his point, when his hand brushes against your stomach, strong kicks hit his hand and he hums. "See? Told ya the water'd help ya. They got their dose of the sea, already feeling healthier and they're gonna pass it onto ya once ya sleep. Jus' rest, Y/N. I'll wake ya up."

You try to keep your eyes open but it's as if the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and the sounds of the Mafia- the parts Elvis trusts to see him in his seal form- are the perfect lullaby to lull you to sleep. By the time you wake up, the sun is setting and you feel a weight that isn't just your pregnant belly in your lap. It's Lisa asleep in her seal form, a fact that makes you laugh softly before you feel Elvis's snout pressing against your cheek and then to your stomach. An eyebrow raise is all it takes to get Elvis to shift back, with him shaking Lisa awake to do the same. It takes her longer, the exhaustion of today getting to her and without missing a beat you move to pick her up. Elvis opens his mouth to protest, his eyes drifting to your stomach before you shake your head.

"Let your seal wife take care of your pup. We're all fine," you say, pulling Elvis in for a kiss as Lisa's head lays on your shoulder. "I need to practice anyway. Can't have you carrying them around everywhere."

Elvis exhales and allows you do what you want, hovering just in case. It's a charmingly domestic scene and you can't help but smile and lean against him as you walk together back to the hotel. Lisa's room is close to your shared room with Elvis and when you arrive there he finally takes her from you and shoos you off to your room. You draw a bath and by the time Elvis comes back to the room, you're in it, soaking before you actually start to bathe. He joins you, his body fitting in behind you with a bit of a tight squeeze between his belly and yours but you both manage without too much effort. As you bathe Elvis nuzzles your neck and in between kisses says two words.

"Thank you."

Somehow that perks your body up and you manage to turn to look at him. "For what?"

"Bein' my seal wife. Taken care of me. Dealin' wit' me. Givin' me 'nother pup. Take your pick, darlin'," he answers as if all those things are worthy of praise and thanks. "Ya came at jus' the right time."

Something about the words warms you from the inside out and you can't help but shiver before you let out a small laugh. "What can I say, you managed to charm me despite everything. What else was I supposed to do but fall in love and protect you and everything else?"

Elvis lets out his own soft laugh before wrapping his arms tighter around you. "Run off with my skin like a villain," he starts to say before realizing you're humming a song that he knows you associate with the two of you. "Hummin' Bobby Darin while in the bath wit' me. Traitor. Least you could do is ask me to sing it.

A look is all you give Elvis before he does start to sing it. You make it to happy we'll be beyond the sea before you're out like a light, snoring in Elvis's arms both in the tub and out once he's done.

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @thatbanditqueen, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7, @chasingwildflowers, @notstefaniepresley, @wanderingelvis, @kxnnxy, @powerofelvis if you don’t want to be tagged for this series, tell me, i mostly just went through my elvis presley taglist answers and went from there. also if i missed you in this tagging and your name doesn’t look like everyone else’s welcome to the horror of being one of those people who tumblr won’t let me tag.

[cvpidspearl]

In Sickness and In Health- (edited)

so for my first austin butler fic i thought to my self why not make it about me bc guess who just threw up bc of diabetes woohoo! anyways here’s the fic you little feens. (don’t worry i’m always refreshing my page for austin fics to)

summary: austin helps his type one diabetic girlfriend come down from her high blood sugars.

tw: talks of vomiting, past tense vomiting, feeling like shit, and austin seeing you right after you threw up (how hot ;)

“baby just open the door i don’t mind a little throw up!” austin called out from the outside of the bathroom door, the only response he got from you was a groan.

with the taste of vomit in your mouth, hair that was messy ponytail mid throw up session, the white pajama shirt that was now stained, and the leftover vomit the toilet couldn’t pic up when you flushed it, you really didn’t feel like moving to unlock the door.

laying down on the cold tile felt like the most satisfying thing in the world until austin spoke up again begging to come.

“austin i love you but when i tell you i literally can’t move right now i mean it, i would be at peace if i just kinda died here it feels nice.”

“so the only reason you don’t want me to come in the bathroom is because you think you look gross and you don’t feel like moving?”

“pretty much yeah.” you replied, arching your back and snuggling back into the cold tile.

“in that case,” austin mumbled, thinking you didn’t hear. it was silent until you hear the door being unlocked by the key on top of the door frame. at this point you could care less about what he saw, the number one priority was no moving.

as austin causiously entered the bathroom, his eyes adverted to you first, searching for an emotion but all he could read off your face was the feeling of pure sickness.

“i don’t care if you come in anymore.” you mumbled, turning on your side and closing your eyes. austin let you lay there while he put the cleaner in the toilet, gathered a cup of water and set in by the sink, and got the robe from the small closet in the bathroom.

“c’mere sunshine.” austin teased, trying to put a small smile on your face but all you did in return was put your hands up in the air like a zombie and wait for him to pull you up. austin let out a light laugh and pulled you up slowly, not trying to shake you up.

he led you over to the sink and set the small paper cup to your lips, allowing you to take sips of the cold water and spit them out. once the cup was empty austin reached around you to throw it out in the pin. he took your hands in his once again and slowly led you to the closet.

“is it okay if i change your clothes?” he softly questioned. he placed his hands at the hem of your shirt after a simple head nod from you. he pulled the shirt off, the your shorts, leaving you in a pair of boy short underwear. he gently slipped the robe over your skin and tied it into a loose bow.

“only one for thing then you can sleep.” austin said as he pulled you over to the covered toilet seat, he sat on it then placed you on the floor in front of him. then a soft brush began untangling your hair.

after what felt like eternity all was said and done. after setting the brush in its original place he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bed. he tucked in the corners on the side before getting in to bed with you.

neither of you spoke while he pulled you into his arms and rubbed small circles on your lower back, sending you two off into a mid morning nap.

a/n - this is my first time writing and ik it’s not the best so feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments or in the box thing on my profile.

[stargiirl27]

after i saw elvis for the first time i showed my cousin a pic of austin butler and he lowered his sunglasses, looked at me and said "looks like we're going to see elvis" and THATS the power of austin butler