#olivia dejonge fanfic

[elvisabutler]

call me on the line

summary: olivia is off shooting a movie. you're doing your own thing on another set. olivia is a little needy but you know just what she needs. fandom: olivia dejonge | elvis 2022 pairing: olivia dejonge x gender neutral reader rating: m. word count: 1385 warnings: masturbation ( f ). long distance relationship. dom/sub. implication of orgasm denial. implication of overstimulation. use of the word princess. author's note: welcome to day eleven of kinktober phone sex with sub! olivia dejonge. i like this one a lot better than last night's one. i don't have much to say about this beyond i hope y'all enjoy because i really liked writing this. also this was kind of angsty i didn't mean it to be. oops. also yeah the mermaid fic is gonna be even later. i got real distracted watching top gun maverick.

"You're late." Olivia lets out a nervous laugh when she finally gets the call she's been waiting for all day.

"Crew meeting ran super late, but you know how that is, Liv." You attempt to reassure her, after all you hadn't meant to have her on edge like this. "Were you waiting by the phone?

You have a feeling you know the answer but you want to hear it from your girlfriend's lips, you want her to admit that she definitely was waiting by the phone.

"No, I wasn't." She answers sounding a bit whiny, like she knows she's lying and that it's going to get her in trouble but you had promised to call her at 6PM and now it was 8PM and she knows she has an early call time the next morning.

On your end of the phone, not that she can see it, your eyebrows shoot up. Your baby girl, your precious girl was lying to you. Oh, that wouldn't do at all. You had thought to make up for it you might make this a Facetime call but now, oh no, now Olivia deserved something different.

You hum and let out a puff of air. "What have I told you about lying to me, Princess? Hm? What have I told you that I never want you to do?"

There's silence on the other end for a long enough period of time that you almost think Olivia's hung up before you hear her speak her voice sounding small in a way you've never heard it before. "You said to never lie about how much I want you. How much I need you."

Oh. She's that needy today. Your tone shifts to something warm while also a little bit commanding. "That's right, Princess. I told you that if you needed me, if you wanted me you'd have to tell me. Is my Princess wishing I was there?"

"Y/N-" She starts, dragging out the last bit of your name. "You know I am. I wanted- last night you promised but we both fell asleep."

"Ah ah. I'm not a mind reader, Princess." You pause, and shift a little in your chair, the cushion suddenly feeling a bit too hugging. "Have you touched yourself?" A beat as you listen for a rustle of fabric. You hear it. "Are you already?"

Olivia does not want to answer, you can tell from the way her breathing quickens and she becomes suddenly very still, making sure no rustling of fabric can be heard. It takes a minute before she finally answers. "Yes. I've- I wanted to make sure I was wet for you, wet for when you told me to touch myself."

You gasp a little at the image, at the image of Olivia on her sheets, vibrator between her legs, wishing it was you playing with her and it. A growl colors your next words. "How wet are you, Princess?"

There's a gulp on her end before she shakily answers as she puts the phone closer to her cunt, close enough that you can hear her fingers sliding into herself. "Very."

You can't help the way you breathe in sharply at the noise, at how obscene your girlfriend touching herself sounds over the phone when you can't see it. You almost tell her to hang up and make this a video call but you realize maybe that's the fun of it. Maybe the fact that you're having to picture her pretty fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, playing with her clit, her playing with a vibrator or any number of things. If your teeth dig into your lower lip, Olivia doesn't realize it and doesn't comment on the fact that she can probably hear it.

"You shouldn't be touching yourself without my permission, Princess." You say a little shakily before clearing your throat. "You know better."

"You didn't call on time." She says simply and you can hear the pout in her voice, you can picture it vividly. She realizes what she's just done as soon as she's said the words though, and attempts to backtrack. "I just wanted- I missed you. I miss being able to come with you touching me. I miss your mouth on my clit, on my nipples, I-"

"How much did you miss it?" You ask, your own hand drifting down to between your legs. You're not going to touch yourself, not like Olivia is, but you know you need some form of touch to focus. "Have you already come once? Or are you just that needy for me? So needy that you've been dripping all day on set? Ruining those panties I bought you before we left Australia?"

She keens as she answers, a low broken sound just from the question. "I- Both. I already came once but- I've been wet all day, I dreamed about us, dreamed about that last night. Remember? Remember when you had your head between my legs?"

A laugh escapes you sounding surprisingly sinister. "You mean when I had your thighs crushing my head and I bit that pretty little clit of yours so hard you screamed? Princess, tell me you're touching yourself. Tell me if I remember that night with you on the phone right now you'll come for me. You'll be my obedient little Princess."

"Only for you. I'll- Please." She takes it as permission, her fingers playing with her clit, rubbing it slowly for right now, ready to increase her speed the more you talk. "You'll do it with me?"

"No, not tonight. Tonight's about you. I left my Princess needy, I've got to treat her right." You pause before you continue. "You squirted on my face. I remember we had to put the sheets in the wash and you were so embarrassed. Turned red all over like I bet you are right now. I think I lost track of how much you came. What was it, Princess? Three? Four?"

"Five!" She practically shouts before letting out a low groan. "I couldn't- that last one, those last two I was so oversensitive. I couldn't- it hurt a little."

"A lot, I remember having to carry you to the bath and you practically jumped when I tried to clean you up down there." A pause. "Are you close, Princess? Were you close when I called you?"

A whimper. "I- I was, please don't be mad. I'm- god I'm right there, Y/N."

You lower your voice to a whisper. "I'm not mad, not even disappointed. But you know what you can do for me, Princess? What I want my gorgeous Princess to do for me?"

"What? I'll do anything, just let me cum, please."

You let out another downright sinister laugh before you hum. "That's what I want. Just come for me. Come so that I can hear those pretty noises. Hear your whiny little moan."

That does it for her, that sends her barreling toward her release and has you having to breathe through your nose, trying not to focus on your pleasure, the pleasure you want to enjoy hearing that whine escape her lips, hearing your name in choked out syllables fall from her lips. All you hear is breathing for a good five minutes, Olivia must have been struggling to reach her orgasm if she was taking this long to recover and your heart twists a little with the knowledge. When she finally speaks, your heart twists once more.

"When can I come see you? When are they going to give you some time off from everything?"

You sigh. "Next month. Babe- let's not talk about that tonight. Have you taken a bath? You want to take one after this? I know you're probably tired."

She's always tired after she orgasms, but you really just want to make sure you give her aftercare even if you aren't there. "I can run one. Can we- Can we switch to FaceTime? I want to see you."

"Sure." A pause. "Go run it and I'll call you in just a minute, okay. I've got to get on something more comfortable. Love you."

A hum is the only answer you get back as you hear the water running before she hangs up. This time you actually call back within a minute.

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slowride ! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

costar!austin butler x fem! reader x costar!olivia dejonge

warnings short , smut (18+ only, minors dni), unprotected sex, dom!austin,dom!olivia, sub!reader, degrading, praising, p in v, unestablished relationship, spelling errors, and obviously sexual themes.

"look how good she takes it, you're fuckin’ her stupid” you faintly hear the blonde girl giggle, her teeth on display as her light eyes focused intensely on your tired features. trying to catch every single expression and whimper you made as much as she possibly could.

her fingertips circling around your sensitive button as your back rested against her bare chest. her fingertips matching the pace Austins thrust kept, the sight of his dick dipping in and out of your wet hole.

Austin let's out a breathless hum at olivia’s words, his blue eyes flickering up to your face to in-fact find you absolutely fucked stupid. your lips were parted, nothing but loud continuous flows of whimpers and coos escaping you while your face was scrunching up in nothing but complete bliss.

“you like that, yeah?" Austin rasped, his large hand adding pressure to your lower stomach so you could really feel him. you absently mindlessly and immediately nod in agreement to the question.

Olivia removed her fingers from your wet folds, and instead put the same duo of fingers in your mouth.

" you taste so good.” it was Olivia who then stated, the praising word. it flowing out of her mouth so easily. her other hand gripping at your flushed cheeks firmly, causing the sides of your mouth to wrap around her digits.

Austin squeezes your hips so tight to contain himself and looks down between your legs to watch you take him and all he can do is moan at the look of you stretching around him.

you felt your walls tighten with everything happening to your body, and Austin couldn't help but to let out a shaky moan as you tighten a little.

“i’m g-gonna cum…” at your quiet words Austin sped up his movements, his thrust now rough and fast.

olivia giggled at the two of you, removing her fingers from your mouth and towards your folds, causing you to jolt.

"what do you think, should we let her cum?" you heard from behind you, Olivia's voice full of humor at how needy you were while Austin's lips curved with the signature cocky smirk.

[dreamersparacosm]

for the 500 celly…. austin x olivia x reader?? smut perhaps?? also congrats on 500!!!

nsfw!

note ; a little something sweet for the palate. i haven’t written a threesome in a minute so bare w me pls

warnings ; oral (f on f), lil bit of dom sub but not really?

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“Enjoying yourself there, baby?”

Austin speaks from somewhere in the room, somewhere not too far from you. You’re too drunk on your pleasure to lift your eyes and look up at him, the feeling of Olivia’s tongue repeatedly dragging over your folds too much to bear in a room that’s too hot. You gulp thickly, your response being a moan that resonates deep in your chest as you tug at her golden locks of hair.

“I think she is,” Olivia speaks from below your dripping cunt, the absence of her lips on your folds noted. You’re too tired to put up a fight, far past the point of being shameful. There isn’t an ounce of shame in your sweaty body.

“She’s being such a good girl, isn’t she?” You hear Austin’s footsteps, locate him beside your head as he strokes your hair, presses a chaste kiss to your lips that does nothing to satiate the hunger you feel for him.

Olivia doesn’t respond to that. She just dips her head back between your thighs, and you jolt forward, hand reaching for anything that might stabilize your body and the impending orgasm that lingers in your brain like a waving red flag.

You’re not really certain on the chain of events that led up to this point. There was a moment, somewhere in that dingy old dive bar in Australia, where you became more than just a production assistant on the Elvis set. Where you became more than eye-candy for the male gaze. Where Olivia and Austin offered to buy you a shot, which turned into three shots, then four…

But you can’t blame alcohol on everything. If it wasn’t for Olivia’s touch that scalded your skin like a pot of burning water, or for Austin’s lips that fit like a missing puzzle piece across your own, this would never have happened.

You’re so close, teetering on the edge of euphoria, chest heaving in, out, in, out. Your hand grips at the mattress, bunching the white satin sheet into a little ball and curling your toes as she reaches her index fingers to rub circles into your sensitive clitoris. “Pleasepleaseplease, I’m so close.” It all comes out as one train-wreck of a sentence, brain jumbled with thoughts and words that are useless, juices dripping from your entrance as she laps up every last drop.

And then it’s Austin again, Austin tugging you from deep down in the abyss. “Use your words, baby. Tell us what you want.”

You can’t speak. Your mouth twitches, lips move to struggle and form one coherent word. You know what you want, know what you need, and you’re skating on the brink of it, if you could just speak… “I-I need to cum. I want O-Olivia to make me c-cum.”

They know that’s the best they’re going to get from you, so they settle for it, Olivia’s tongue fucking in and out of you as the finger on your clitoris remains relentless. “Good girl,” Austin presses a kiss to your forehead. “You can cum now.”

It’s all just white; white of the sheets, white from the light above you that burns into your eyeballs, white that washes over your vision as the knot in your stomach unravels. Feel your toes curling, walls clenching around her tongue. You scream out her name along with other lewd profanities, body trembling and perspiration dripping down your neck.

You’re not fully aware of your surroundings yet, barely able to lift open an eyelid, glued to the mattress. Austin’s voice rings out again, brings you back from the depths of your pleasure, “You did good, baby. Now, how about you come over here and let me have a turn?”

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[floralcyanide]

The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Two

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking

Word Count: 2375

>> welcome to chapter two! thanks for all of the lovely feedback across the platforms I post on, I appreciate it so much. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter <3 if you do, please let me know! feedback fuels my writing.

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January 2020

I’m on the verge of panic when I get back to my apartment. I hadn’t expected to see Austin any time soon, let alone work with him. Would I still be here if I had known he was playing Elvis? I honestly don’t know. So far, it’s been fun being an extra for the movie, and I love my coworkers. Baz is a super nice director and excellent to work with, but knowing I have to see Austin and be up close and personal with him in scenes makes me feel some way. It’s been a year, but I don’t think I’m ready to have an actual conversation with him. I know acting like I don’t know him will be difficult, but I don’t want anyone to treat me differently. And pretending I don’t know Austin probably seems childish, but I don’t want him to acknowledge me anymore. Maybe giving off that I don’t care will make him not interact with me. 

There’s a knock on the front door, and I reluctantly go to answer it. When I swing the door open, it’s Tyler, who looks concerned.

“Is everything okay? You left set pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I say, looking down at my feet.

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to Baz because he’s wondering where the girl with the money shot went,” Tyler chuckles, a pleased smile on his face.

“Money shot?” I ask, “What do you mean?”

“That look on your face when Austin grabbed your jaw was priceless,” Tyler says, “Baz wants you to do that exact face in every shot of the scene.”

I raise my eyebrows in shock, “Really?” 

Tyler nods, “Yes. What made you leave the set like that anyway? You are okay, right?”

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” I bite my lip nervously.

“My lips are sealed,” Tyler says, moving his hand across his mouth as if he was zipping his lips shut.

“Austin and I dated a few years ago. I had no idea he was playing Elvis, and I wasn’t ready to see him,” I lean against the doorframe and avoid eye contact.

“Oh, damn. Do you think you would’ve taken your part if you had known Austin would be in the movie?” Tyler asks, not really reacting as crazy as I thought he would.

“I don’t know,” I say quietly, pursing my lips.

There’s a silence before Tyler speaks up, “Well, you might wanna return to set and come up with a good excuse for why you had to leave.”

“You’re probably right,” I sigh, peering up at Tyler as a smile cracks on my face, “Thanks for not being freaked out that Austin and I dated.”

“We all have that one relationship, darling. Trust me,” Tyler mumbles, guiding me outside of the apartment.

When we arrived back on set, I quickly told everyone that there was an emergency in my apartment that I had to tend to. Thankfully, Baz feels that the shot we got of the Trouble performance was good enough not to have to film it over again. That is a major relief because I don’t think I could’ve dealt with Austin grabbing my face again like that. The next scene we film will be the Louisiana Hayride performance, and I’m one of the screaming girls in the crowd. I’ll have a wig that’s a different color from my natural hair, which we used in the Trouble performance. That way, I won’t be easily recognized between scenes if a viewer just so happens to notice me. 

Filming for the Louisana Hayride won’t start until tomorrow, so everyone is sent home for the rest of the day. I’m getting ready to go when I hear someone approach me from behind.

“Roman, right?”

I turn around to see Olivia DeJonge, the actress who plays Priscilla Presley. She’s been hanging on set since her scenes aren’t being filmed quite yet, so I’ve seen her around. 

“Yes,” I smile politely, “What can I do for you?”

“Well, some of the cast and crew are going to get drinks later, and we were wondering if you’d like to join us?” Olivia smiles back.

“Oh, really? Not to be weird or anything, but why me?” I ask, hoping Austin wasn’t a part of this somehow.

“Your acting earlier was really good, and we just want to know more about your career. I’ve noticed you’ve been in a lot of stuff,” Olivia says, “It seems interesting, is all.”

“In that case, I don’t mind joining. Not many people seem interested in what I do,” I shrug.

“We are all very interested,” Olivia grins. 

“Where exactly are we going for drinks?” I ask.

“It’s just a bar not far from here. It’s right next to the hotel down the street. Is seven okay?” Olivia asks, checking her watch.

“Seven is good! I’ll see you there,” I say, tossing my bag over my shoulder.

I hurry back to the apartment, and it’s a quarter past six when I get there. I decided on a tank top with some ripped jeans, a belt, and a leather jacket for my outfit. Nothing too fancy, plus in Australia, it gets a little cooler in the evening. For makeup, I just touch up what little I had on from filming earlier- winged eyeliner and a red lip. I pull my phone out and glance at the clock. It’s 6:40, so I go ahead and leave for the bar. I have a weird feeling about tonight, but I shake it off. Probably just the residual feeling of impending doom from earlier. 

The moment I arrive at the bar, the cast members call me over. Luke Bracey, who plays Jerry Schilling, is here along with Dacre Montgomery, who plays Steve Binder. Olivia is sitting between the two of them, and to my surprise, Tom Hanks is also at the table. I’ve been around plenty of stars and have met just as many, including Roger Taylor and Brian May, but Tom Hanks is something else entirely. I haven’t gotten the pleasure to come across him on set yet. 

“Everyone, this is Roman Todd. I’m sure you’ve noticed her already,” Olivia stands up and introduces everyone to me.

The three men stand up to shake my hand, and they’re all smiles. Olivia offers to grab my drink from the bar whileI settle in.

“It’s an honor to meet all of you, I love everyone’s work,” I say, taking a seat. 

“We love your work so far, young lady,” Tom comments, taking a sip of his drink. 

A blush rises to my cheeks, “Thank you, that means a lot. What I do isn’t much, but-”

“Your work is essential,” Dacre interjects, “Without extras, there’s not a crowd at a show or people waiting outside Graceland. You help make the movie.”

“Not to mention how you did in your close-up for the scene at Russwood. That was impressive,” Olivia points out as she sits my drink down, “Even Baz was shocked at how well you captured your own response, even if it wasn’t exactly scripted that way. He loves changing things up.” 

“Have you ever considered an acting career outside of being an extra, Roman?” Dacre asks around his drink.

I stare into my vodka as the dreaded question comes my way for the umpteenth time.

“Not really. I’m comfortable where I am. I don’t really enjoy the spotlight,” I laugh nervously under everyone’s gaze, “Being an extra is what I’ve always done. People still notice my presence, just not as much as they would if I were an actress, and that’s enough for me.”

Everyone at the table nods understandingly.

“Being in the spotlight is certainly not for everyone,” Tom pipes up, and there are murmurs of agreement from everyone at the table.

“What’s your favorite movie or show you’ve done so far?” Luke asks.

“My absolute favorite so far is Bohemian Rhapsody. Elvis is becoming a close contender, even if we just started filming,” I say, thinking back to the fond memories of filming with such great actors.

“Oh, there you are!” Olivia gets up from her seat to greet someone behind me, “I was starting to think you weren’t showing.”

She’s hugging someone, I’m not sure who, until she lets go of them. My blood runs cold. 

“Just had to get across town in this traffic,” Austin laughs, flicking some hair out of his face.

I turn back to my drink and down it in one go.

“Jesus, Roman, are you good?” Dacre chuckles at my sudden change in demeanor.

“Yep,” I say, popping the ‘p,’ “I just really love vodka,” I wink.

“Roman, this is Austin. But you’ve already met him, right?” Olivia ushers him over to me.

“Not really,” I frown, standing up from my seat, “But we did somewhat talk earlier on set. It’s nice to actually meet you,” I fight back a grimace as I hold out my hand for him to shake.

There’s an annoyed look in Austin’s eyes as he takes my hand and shakes it reluctantly, “Yes, it’s nice to see you again.”

It feels like ages that he’s been shaking my hand, and an awkward silence begins forming at the table at our interaction. I clear my throat, “I’m going to get another drink. Does anyone need another?”

Dacre stands up, “I do. I’ll come with.”

I inwardly cringe. I was hoping no one would tag along, but Dacre seems cool.

“So,” Dacre drawls, “Are you sure you’ve never met Austin before?” he leans against the bar.

Ignoring his question, I tell the bartender my drink and motion for Dacre to let him know his.

As soon as the bartender walks off, I inhale sharply, “I’m sure. He looks like he’d be recognizable.”

Dacre scoffs, “Well, I was just wondering because when he walked up, it looked like you had seen a ghost.”

I stare blankly at him, “Are you sure you aren’t imagining things?”

“It was just a question,” Dacre says, putting his hands up defensively before taking his drink from the bar, “Ready to head back to your ghost?”

I make eye contact with Dacre and decide that he absolutely knows Austin and I know each other, “Don’t say anything,” I mumble, “Please.”

He nods solemnly. I knew that he had to have known. The two of us head back to the table. Austin has taken the empty seat next to mine, much to my dismay. When Dacre and I return to the table, his face is unreadable. I almost want to say it looks like jealousy, but Austin has nothing to be jealous of. I brush it off and take my seat.

“So,” Austin says, “What were you guys talking about before I got here?”

“We were asking Roman about her career as an extra,” Luke says with a smile.

“Yeah, she was just talking about how she was in Bohemian Rhapsody,” Olivia wiggles her eyebrows.

“Oh, really?” Austin asks, sounding a little shocked.

“Yeah, I was talking about it’s my favorite movie I’ve worked on so far. Elvis is starting to become close to being my favorite, though,” I say, stirring my drink and not really making eye contact.

“What would make it your favorite?” Tom asks, eyebrows raised.

I hum, “The cast and crew are what make the movie for me, and so far, you guys are really making it hard to choose,” I chuckle.

A comfortable silence falls over the table until Austin asks, “What else do you do when you aren’t being an extra, Roman?”

Hearing my name fall from his lips again sends chills up my spine, but I ignore them, “I write. Mostly fiction.”

“Interesting. Anything published?” Austin questions.

The urge to make him shut up is becoming very strong. He knows I was working on a book before we broke up, but because of said break up, I haven’t had the inspiration to write anymore. But he doesn’t know that, at least. But I worry his questions will become more personal and telling. 

I clear my throat, glancing up at everyone waiting expectantly for my response, “Not yet. I was working on something, but um,” I lick my lips nervously, “I just lost inspiration.”

Austin goes quiet at my answer, nodding in understanding, “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

I almost sigh in relief at him being gone. 

“So, what do you think of Austin so far?” Dacre asks.

I bore my eyes into him, “He’s alright. I haven’t really warmed up to him yet,” I shrug, not breaking eye contact.

“He’s a great guy when you get to know him,” Olivia says, “One of the best people I’ve met.”

A pang of nostalgia hits me in the chest at knowing who Austin was before this. He absolutely hasn’t changed in some ways, but I’m sure he has in others.

The rest of the night is spent with everyone talking about their former roles and how much fun they had with them. Every now and then, I’d mention some other shows and movies I’ve been in, much to everyone’s genuine enjoyment. Austin seemed pensive whenever I brought up my past, but he played along with not knowing anything.

The group is laughing at something Luke said when Tom says, “I must be going everyone, early morning tomorrow.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Olivia gasps upon looking at her watch at the time.

It was nearing midnight already.

“Well, thanks for inviting me out tonight, Olivia. I really enjoyed it,” I smile, sliding off my chair and grabbing my jacket before giving her a hug.

“It’s no problem. Feel free to join us any time,” she says, hugging back.

I shake the hands of Luke and Tom again, and Dacre just nods a goodbye instead. The group leaves Austin and me, both of us not knowing how to acknowledge each other.

“I guess I should get going,” I begin to say, but Austin is also saying it simultaneously. We laugh awkwardly, and I scratch my neck before sticking out my hand.

“It was nice to meet you, Austin.”

With a small, defeated exhale, Austin takes my hand and shakes it, “It was nice to meet you too, Roman.”

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MOMMY AND DADDY????????????

[multifandomworldsposts]

The Kidnapper PT. 1

A/N: I’ve been actually been wanting to do this for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy this series. 

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader 

Charaters: 

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

Y/N as Madison Hart (17 y/o)

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

Warning: Swearing & Child Abduction.

May 10th 2019 08:30 am

Madison’s POV

“Wake up kid!” Michael shacks me to wake up. “I’m up Mike, I’m up!” I get up out of bed and got ready for the day. Today is my dance rehearsal I’m so excited because I have a solo and it’s my first solo ever in my life! I see Mike, my brother with one of friends, aka, his buddy Christopher waiting for me. “You ready for today?” Christopher says. “I know she’s ready, she’s been practicing for like what, 3 weeks?” Michael sarcastically says. “It’s been 4 months Mike.” “I was close!” “Not even close Michael.” Chris walks downstairs, Michael and I walk downstairs to see a huge healthy breakfast with Ally, Markson, and James sitting at our table. “Are you excited about you solo Maddie!” Ally comes up to me happily. “Yeah but, the recital is tomorrow.” “We’re going to see you dance today.” Mark says. I start smiling, I’m so excited for them to see me dance! “Now, let’s eat these eggs okay.” Melissa says.

SKY HIGH SCHOOL 10:30 AM

“We’ll be in the theater okay?” Jefferson says. “Okay dad! I know, I might see you guys.” I said. “Good luck Hon.” Markson says giving me a peck on my left cheek. My friends, brother, boyfriend, mom, and dad hugged me and my teacher leads me to backstage and I got my costumes including my solo costume and it’s so beautiful.

‘Act number 27 this is, Madison Hart performing: I Found.

60 NUMBERS LATER

I go up to my friends and parents and all I heard is “You did so good!” from everyone. “Thank you.” “You did amazing sweetheart.” My dad says giving a peck on my left cheek. “Can I steal her for a second?” Markson approaches next to my dad. My dad nods and goes to my mom. “I have a surprise for you.” “Really?” “Follow me.” Markson grabs my hand and guides me to a classroom, the classroom where we met. It’s all decorated in fairy lights. “What’s all this?” I walk to Mark. “Well, you know that’s it’s almost our 4th anniversary of dating.” I nod and smile. “And, I wanted to do something special.” “I think you’re the most sweetest man I’ve ever met in my life and all this is so sweet baby.” Mark smiles and kisses me on the lips, I kiss back. Mark tries to leave but I stop him by grabbing him left arm and saying, “Where are you going?” “Getting something I bought for you Mads.” Markson leaves me by myself. I walk around to see the fairy lights and see pictures of us together. I walk to the classroom closet and see a picture of us at our sophomore homecoming. I look around the room and I feel hands grabbing me in the closet, I start to scream and feels a hand on my mouth and hear, “If I were you, don’t scream.” I whimper.

TO BE CONTINUED….

[winterhelps]

Hi Winter! Could you please help me with a preferably blonde and blued eyed female face claim to play Rudy Pankow’s same age sister/twin who has a lot of resources and gifs for an Outer Banks fanfic? Thanks!

Hey! Sure, hope you like the suggestions (((:

Elle Fanning (24)

Olivia DeJonge (24)

Kathryn Newton (25)

Dove Cameron (26)

Tiera Skovbye (27 - has younger resources)

Virginia Gardner (27 - has younger resources)

[youngfcs]

cib, minha salvadora de vidas, você sabe alguma atriz que possa interpretar uma annabeth chase com uma idade verossímil à que eles tinham no primeiro livro? eu estou tentando montar um fancast com fcs mais novinhos (uns 12-16 anos é a minha meta) pra poder fazer os edits de uma fanfic meio estilo "what if" que muda os rumos da história logo no primeiro livro. enfim, eu já tenho quase todos os protagonistas e até alguns ocs, mas a annabeth é uma personagem bem difícil. beijos!

Olá nony <3 como vai você? Vou te dar algumas opções sim!! qualquer coisa, é só pedir mais <3

Jade Weber (11-13 anos)

Kylie Rogers (11-15 anos)

Lyliana Wray (11-13 anos)

McKenna Grace (11-13 anos)

Talitha Eliana Bateman (12-16 anos) *tem olhos castanhos

Taylor Thorne (14-16 anos)

Virginia Gardner (16-24 anos)

Dove Cameron (15-23 anos)

Kathryn Newton (15-22 anos)

Maddie Hasson (15-24 anos)

Olivia Dejonge (15-21 anos)

(cib)

[herorps]

Hi! Could you please help me with a female face claim, maybe preferably with blonde hair and blue eyes that can play the twin/same age sister to Rudy Pankow that also has enough gifs and resources for an Outer Banks fanfic? Thanks.

try out:

georgia whigham

kathryn newton

milena tscharntke

olivia dejonge

[elvisabutler]

one step closer ( and i'm about to break )

summary: olivia enjoys watching you dangle over the precipice. you enjoy being dangled over the precipice. if it helps you sleep afterward? well, that's just an added benefit. fandom: olivia dejonge | elvis 2022 pairing: olivia dejonge x gender neutral reader rating: m word count: 1460 warnings: edging. mild dom and sub implications. talk about sleep problems. author's note: welcome to day 24 of kinktober, edging with olivia dejonge. i. don't know how i feel about this one and i had to work through a weird bit of a feeling uncreative block to finish it ( it's not her or the idea, it's me. it's totally me ). i hope y'all enjoy it anyway. also let me be clear here, part of this is very very self insert-y because i have had the worst time falling asleep properly lately. so please put me to sleep by edging me olivia. please.

Olivia Dejonge is a monster. You've learned this in dating the woman for over a year, sneaking in and out of her dressing trailer, knowing fully well that yes, Covid protocols dictated that you weren't allowed. You've learned this with her head between your legs, her tongue on your most sensitive parts, licking and making a mess of her makeup in ways that have every single makeup artist is on her team practically cursing your name. You can't help it when you end up coming all over her face every every single time. Crying as she wrenches a second, a third and on one memorable occasion, a fourth orgasm out of you in just an hour's time.

Olivia Dejonge is a monster who will give you pleasure until you can't see straight some days but others she'll decide to deny you the pleasure. She'll bring you to the brink only to walk away. It's the most frustrating thing you've ever known in your life, towering over any issues you had in school or in your adult life. Your girlfriend refusing to let you come while smiling feels like a betrayal and a mockery all at once. You've learned that eventually you get your pleasure, eventually after an entire day of being teased with the satisfaction of coming all over her face or just coming at all. You've learned you come so hard you see stars and that you practically forget your name. It also allows you to sleep, to turn off your brain. You realize that effect makes you like it more than you think is normal. Olivia knows this, but while she might be a monster, she is a merciful one.

You haven't been able to sleep well for a week, a fact you've tried to hide from Olivia but that she sees straight through when she finds you dozing off in your dinner.

"Babe, when's the last time you slept?" She asks, her hand under your chin to tilt it up to face her.

Your eyes aren't bloodshot but she can tell from the mild discoloration around your eyes- the puffiness of your eyes- that you may have slept but not well. You sigh, not wanting to admit it but knowing the more Olivia stared at you with those eyes, the more you would fall under their spell. It was best to rip the bandage clean off.

You shrug, before biting your lip. "I've slept this week. Just- you know how I get, it's hard to fall asleep. So last night? For about three hours?"

Your eyes try and flit to the floor so that you can't see how Olivia is looking at you. You know she's likely to be disappointed and maybe even a little frustrated you didn't tell her, didn't give her the heads up that her favorite person in the entire world wasn't sleeping. That you didn't tell her you might need her help. When she realizes you're not looking at her you hear Olivia's voice, soft and kind. "Babe?"

You hum in acknowledgement that you hear her before moving your eyes back to her face. There's no judgment there's just your girlfriend frowning and looking so gently at you that you swear your heart just jumps into your throat. Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she kisses you softly, the hand that was on your chin falling to your waist to pull you closer to her. When she pulls away she nuzzles at your nose and sighs. "We're going to finish eating, and I'm going to help you sleep, babe."

You know what means, so you allow yourself to yawn and focus on eating as Olivia scoots her chair close to you, her hand moving between your legs to begin her onslaught as she feeds you since you had already started to fall asleep in your food.

It takes longer than it should to actually get to the bedroom but the second you are Olivia has your clothes in a pile on the floor and her mouth between your legs.

"Liv-" You gasp, trying to pull her up by her hair so that you can actually speak to her. "Your clothes."

"This is about you, babe." She says simply before swatting your hand and forcing it away from her hair as she allowed herself to get back to the task at hand.

You feel your orgasm coming quicker than normal, maybe it's because you know what you're in for or maybe it's because you haven't been able to touch your girlfriend for over a week. But you chase it, your hips moving to try and have Olivia do what you want before she pulls away, causing you sit up and and frown. "Olivia."

Her lips curl into a smile as she moves her hand to where her mouth just was, moving in just the sort of way she knows how to in order to have you start drifting to that point she wants you to be at. "Hm? What, babe? Mad you can't come? Mad I won't let you? This is nothing, you know that. Remember that time on set? Where I kept you on edge the whole day."

Your body shivers at the memory, remembering how between takes she'd come over and just be on your lap, teasing you with her hands, whispering how wet it made her to know you were so good to her, how you were so good to put off your own pleasure because she asked you to. Being good for Olivia, giving her what she wants always makes you preen under her praise.

"You do." She coos, grinning as she does. "If we had all day, I'd do that again. You slept so well afterward. And your face when you finally came, babe, I should have taken a picture."

The embarrassment and arousal you feel at hearing her say that has you turning your head trying to burrow it against a pillow. Trying to hide how it makes you feel from your all knowing girlfriend. You can already picture her shaking head as she pulls her hand away once more. Your toes had started to curl without your knowledge, but she saw them.

"That's number two, right?" She hums, her hands moving to touch your hips, sliding to squeeze your ass with her hands. "One more? Do you want to come this time? Come all over my face and then go to sleep?"

You nod quickly, far too quickly, earning another laugh from Olivia and another rush of embarrassment from you. "Please, Liv. I'm- Tomorrow morning we can do more."

"Is that a promise?" She asks, her head moving down so that she can nuzzle at your thigh before she reaches her final destination. "If it is, you could do it to me too. You like the sound of that, baby? Going to come for me so we can do that tomorrow?"

"Of course." You start to answer before feeling her tongue and lips on you. She hums, sending the vibrations through what you swear is your entire body before continuing to lick and suck between your legs. You hear the obscene noise of her mouth on you, you feel the touch of her fingers on your thighs, feel her hand moving up your torso, inching toward your chest to play with your nipples. It narrows your world to her and you and your bed. It makes every single extra bit of noise in your mind calm. You feel your head starting to loll to the side as your arousal starts to reach a crescendo, as you feel your toes starting to curl and then Olivia's tongue moves in just the right way to have you shouting her name with a choked off sob. You practically lift yourself off the bed despite Olivia's grip on your thighs pushing you down and when you flop back onto the bed you find you can't breathe for a moment before take a deep breath.

Olivia slinks up your body and places a kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on her lips. Her hand moves to touch the side of your face and you find yourself nuzzling into it with a sigh. "Sleep, baby. I'll clean you up, but you need to sleep."

You have words that are on your tongue but they feel heavy and like they're stuck in your mouth when you hear her tell you to go to sleep. It's as if those are the magic words as you feel your eyelids start to droop and your breathing settles into something slow. "I love you."

You hear Olivia laugh as if she's in a tunnel before she kisses your forehead. "Love you too."

[elvisabutler]

l is for learning together

summary: olivia and you indulge in something you've yet to do by virtue of your relationship being so new. fandom: olivia dejonge | elvis 2022 pairing: olivia dejonge x gender neutral reader rating: m. very light m, but still m. word count: 903 warnings: masturbation ( f and gn ). brief mention of austin x olivia and the cheating comments that comes with it. talk about not being together/being in a long distance relationship. author's note: welcome to day ten of kinktober mutual masturbation with olivia dejonge. so i really should have pushed this off to tomorrow because today has been a weird day for me, but i wanted to get it out today so here we are. this is going to basically be a jumping off point for tomorrow's blurb with phone sex. yeah, i'm. this is a fic is what this is.

"I'm not sure about this."

It's the first thought that pops up when Olivia proposes her idea to you, laying in bed, her head curled against your chest, her legs tangled with your own. Your relationship with her is- new, a simple breaking of way too many rules you have for working on a set and you've heard the whispers about her and Austin. You've heard and you know that you're playing with fire but Olivia feels so warm in your hands that you can't- you truly can't resist.

"Why? Is it- are you embarrassed?" Her gaze is questioning when she asks and there's a hint of fear in them, like she thinks she's going to hear you tell her this is a mistake and that you don't want to maybe explore a new level of intimacy.

"A- A little? Not- I know we've come together, I've seen you come but I- it's different. You'll get to see what happens when you're not there. When you're stuck on set and I'm in the apartment at night." You rub at your neck and bite your lips, unable to look Olivia in the face.

You feel her hand under your chin, tilting it upward so that you're looking at her. She is smiling softly, like she thinks if she fully smiles with teeth and shows you just how happy you make her that you'll run away. "Babe. It means you'll get to see how I look in my trailer when I think about your lips on mine and how you feel on my tongue."

A gasp slides past your lips at the image she provides and you can feel yourself becoming aroused, a shiver flying through you. "Liv. You can't say something like that without-"

She smirks. "Warning you? That's half the fun, babe. Please, can we try this? For me? For us?"

There's an undertone there, that she's reminding you that pretty soon shooting will be done and you'll be separated from each other for long periods of time while she's filming or you're doing script work or indulging in that secret passion of acting that she knows you have. That she's reminding you that pretty soon this is what you'll have, facetime calls with her on one end with her fingers or a toy in her cunt and you with your hands between your legs in a pale imitation of the thing you both want.

The sigh that leaves your mouth is so heavy that you feel it leave your system and release something within you. "Okay."

It leads you to now, with both of you naked and on opposite sides of the bed. One of Olivia's hands is between her legs, her fingers circling her clit as she watches your hand move between your legs. "I'm going to miss seeing this every day." A whisper as her other hand moves to tweak her nipple. "I won't get to wake up and just play with you."

You let out a huff of a laugh, your own free hand shakily running across your torso as you quicken your pace between your legs. "You'll just have to play with yourself thinking about me."

"I will." Her answering laugh sounds like bells to you. "Spread your legs out a little, your thigh is blocking my view, as nice as they are."

You hum, the hand that was on your torso moving to grab ahold of your thigh like Olivia has on more than one occasion. "I want you to come first. I want to see how you look like this. I wish I could- I want to touch you baby."

"After this, babe." She says, her breaths coming quicker and quicker as she pumps her fingers in and out of her cunt, as she uses her thumb to apply some form of pressure to clit. "Do you think we could come together? Think we can time it that well? I know-"

A nod is the only answer she gets back, your hand moving in just the way you need it to in your most sensitive parts. It's not Olivia's hand, and you wish it was but you've masturbated enough on your own that it'll do, your own hands against you will do. "How close-"

"Very, I'm-" She licks at her lips, biting them as if she wants to moan before you shake your head.

"Liv, I want to hear you. I need to hear you." You plead, your voice inching toward a complete whine.

Olivia's eyes shut, almost overwhelmed with the feeling of pleasure at hearing you whine, knowing that just watching her play with herself is making you sound that way. You can't help the groan that leaves you watching your girlfriend lose herself in her pleasure, it sends a rush through you. One that has your hand moving in just the right way to have you come with a choked off as you hear Olivia whimper, her eyes opening just a crack, her come coating her fingers as your own release covers yours.

You both have the same idea and manage to clean off your fingers with your own mouths before looking at each other and smiling.

For some reason you end up looking a little bashful when you find the energy to speak again, your teeth worrying at your lower lip. "You said something touching you after we finished?"

"I did. Come over here, babe."

[elvisabutler]

gravity

summary: once upon a time there was elvis, priscilla and you. nowadays there is elvis. there is priscilla. and there is you. priscilla has always been good at talking you into things and you miss them both. he's missed the two of you. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x olivia dejonge priscilla x female reader rating: m word count: 3232 not even remotely talking about it. it happened alright? warnings: sex toys. threesomes. talk of linda thompson and ginger alden. older/later elvis described/implied. sugar baby/sugar mama and daddy dynamic. reader is called sugar exclusively. mild dom/sub. masturbation ( m ). p in v sex ( implied, referenced ). i think that might be everything, christ y'all i don't know it's almost 11PM. author's note: welcome to day 22 of kinktober, sex toys with austin elvis and olivia priscilla. consider this a spiritual successor to gunmetal and the two bondage threesomes i did for my 500 follower celebration. also this truly is supposed to be austin elvis and olivia priscilla but the problem with me picking this point is that i have way too much wiggle room to err this mildly on real elvis. i am so sorry anon i truly do owe you a redo on this. also mild suggestion, listen to gravity by sara bareilles while reading this for extra vibes.

Priscilla could always talk you into things that Elvis couldn't. She had realized this long before he did, a fact that through the years you had found yourself incredibly thankful for on more than one occasion. Her requests were simple- perhaps a consequence of being on the receiving end of Elvis's off the wall requests- and it makes easy to tell her yes. Even after the three of you were not an- item- a threesome- you don't know the name for what the three of you were- you'd still jump if your former sugar mama asked. She knew never to ask you about Elvis because as much as she hurt from their divorce she still was able to be his friend, be with him in ways you couldn't. It was normal for his ex wife to visit him, to see him at a tour date or at the International.

They had Lisa, it made sense for them to be on good terms, to keep in far more contact that you and him to keep in contact. You were only someone to Elvis and Priscilla. The Memphis Mafia knew you, of course, no one was around Graceland or around the Elvis's rooms at the International without seeing him with "the best girls a man could ask for" on his arms. They knew you but much like an actual mafia, they weren't about to spill the beans and let everyone else know the secret. That secret that Elvis Presley, the boy who got everyone up in arms with his gyrations in the 50s and became a family man in the 60s had been carrying on with his wife and their girlfriend since the 60s only to break up with her the same time he divorced his wife. Priscilla gets a mink coat, Elvis gets a Rolls Royce and you get nothing but regret and a friendship with one of your exes.

Priscilla knows that the anniversary of when you were on the bus and she came across you is coming up, the time she considers when you all started this. She also knows that she's going to make her usual trip to visit Elvis around that time. She's worried about him, truly, this feels different than when they divorced. This feels different than the year after. This feels different than that moment when he took her offer of going to rest and didn't. Linda's gone and he's got Ginger now, but it's still- she's worried. It's that worry that prompts her to call you, call you so that she has company on this adventure.

"Sugar." She uses a name she hasn't used in over two years to talk to you, to ensnare you into this plan. "I know you haven't seen him since I left and you left but I think he could use the company. He-"

You cut her off. "Misses me? Prissy- He's moved on, I've moved on, you two can keep doing whatever it is you two do, that's- you're his ex-wife. I'm not."

Priscilla frowns on her end of the phone call and sighs. "You might as well have been, Sugar, I am not hanging up the phone until you agree to come. You were my- You were our sugar and look at the calendar."

There's a pause on your end as you glance at the calendar by your phone. You know this date like the back of your hand, you had a date with a bottle of wine for this date. When you finally speak your voice is barely above a whisper. "I'll come."

Elvis has put on weight, that's the unfortunate first conclusion you make when you see him in the doorway of the room. You could have sworn he had a tour date or two around this time and so you had been prepared to have this be a meeting at a hotel room. At a neutral ground that didn't have so many memories it threatened to choke you. Then again- maybe this was better. Priscilla had already told you that these meeting with Elvis always seemed to turn sexual, not that she ever meant for them to, but it just happened. You find that it doesn't fill you with dread like you thought it would. In fact, a part of you feels excited, you have a boyfriend but the way you felt between Elvis and Priscilla and their attention- that's a feeling you've yet to experience again.

Elvis doesn't notice you at first, focusing on Priscilla with a grin that lights up his face and arms open for a hug. "'Cilla. Thought you were gonna be too busy for me? Thought I was gonna have t' spend today by myself."

"Fire eyes, you know I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't do it to you last year, did I?" She slides into his waiting arms, allowing him to engulf her in a hug she craved so much in the last bit of their marriage but he willingly gave after their divorce.

"Ya didn't. Kept me company and let me-" He trails off, noticing you standing behind Priscilla finally looking better than he swears you did all those years ago when he found you on a movie set. "Sugar."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from tearing up, your eyes drifting up and down his form. He's still the same man you fell in love with as a naive 19 year old, just older, more worn by time just like you were and like Priscilla was. You understand why Priscilla is worried, you've kept up with the tabloids and somehow seeing it in person- puts it in perspective. Maybe it's just that he's becoming more comfortable with himself, maybe he's embracing his age, but you see how he winces a little when moving toward you, and hear a noise coming from his knee. Life is catching up to him too fast.

His arms envelop you in a hug that reminds you of every hug you've ever gotten from him. It's overwhelming how he invades your senses and you're reminded just how much he overpowers you even when you're not like Priscilla. Your body sags against his as you wrap your arms around him and you swear you feel a tension in him disintegrate as you hold him close. "You ain't a dream, are ya? 'Cilla doesn't let me take sleepin' meds when she's here, and my dreams- they get a little funny, Sugar."

You shake your head against his chest, refusing to pull away as he holds you tighter at the answer. "Good. I- That's good, come- no wonder she told me to bring all this stuff in here. Thought she was up ta somethin'."

That finally has you pulling away and raising an eyebrow. "What did she have you bring into the room, Elvis?" Your eyes shift to Priscilla. "What do you have planned?"

Elvis pulls both of you into the room, shutting the door behind him and gestures to the bed where you see a Hitachi Magic Wand, well two of them and a few dildos. Your eyes then dart to the video recorder and you groan. "Priscilla Ann Beaulieu, you got me here under false pretenses, I'm not-"

"Sugar." Elvis's voice rumbles behind you and you have to stop your knees from buckling underneath you. Elvis's arm wraps around your torso as you sway just a little, holding you steady. "Don't talk back to 'Cilla."

He feels warm, like a furnace that threatens to burn everyone around him. It's been so long since you've had him, had Priscilla like this that you allow yourself a moment to inhale the scent of him. The trace of a cigar, the sweet hint of Pepsi and the unique smell of his sweat. It's then that you lean back a little, allowing Elvis to just hold you against him as Priscilla moves in front of you and cups your breasts.

"She was right, E. I didn't warn her you might want to video tape this." Priscilla murmurs, placing a kiss against your neck, as you loll it back against Elvis's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sugar, I didn't- I wanted you to come. I wanted him to see both of us again." She looks up at him and sees him just breathing slowly against you, his chest rising and falling in his robe. She's reminded of how much she loved- and still probably loves this man. His grip loosens on you under Priscilla's gaze.

"I wanted t' see ya." He admits, his breath ghosting against your ear as he leans his head down just a bit. "Ya know how she gets, all determined when she thinks it'll do everyone some good."

The meaning of his words isn't lost on you, it's him acknowledging that Priscilla- Priscilla with her maybe healthy relationship outside of this got out the best. He's a close second with two other relationships under his belt but you- you got the short end of the stick by running off. Priscilla and him maybe shouldn't be as close as they still are as exes- Lisa or not- but it does them some good. Priscilla seems a little happier and relaxed when she calls you after a visit and you know some of Elvis's best shows lately have happened after Priscilla saw him.

"She missed us." The three of you. "Not just you."

"She's ain't the only one." His hand moves down to your pants, cupping your mound just slightly. "You miss me?"

A hum is the only answer you trust yourself to give him, the only answer that feels right in the moment as you start to feel overwhelmed just being sandwiched in between your favorite people on the planet- your former lovers- your former everything. You register the three of you moving to the bed, Priscilla first letting herself plop down and pulling you down to sit next to her before you find both of you looking up at Elvis. It's reminiscent of so many other times you both were like this that you can't help the way your body involuntarily shudders at the memory.

"I ain't-" Elvis pauses, moving to cup your cheek with one hand. "I ain't fucking ya tonight. Goddamn if I don't wanna, but 've had a rough week. 'Cilla knows I can't-" He looks away, looking like he's younger than his years for a moment. "It's not- I can't do it every night. And 'm sorry you caught me on a bad night."

His apology forces you out of your minor stupor before you shake your head asking the question that's been on your mind since you saw everything on the bed. "Then what are you doing, Elvis?"

Priscilla answers before he does, grabbing one of the wands and turning it on, allowing you to feel the vibrations through your shirt as she runs it across your chest. "It's what I'm doing. What we're doing. The toys are for us to play with while he watches."

You notice that Elvis has moved to behind the camera and untied his robe, allowing you to see just how his body has changed. It's like your eyes are drawn to him just like they've always been, cataloging every stretch mark, every bit of skin that wasn't there before- or didn't look like that before the divorce and everything in between. His chest hair is the last thing you dwell on and it's then that he clears his throat. "I know I'm not the same-"

You cut him off, knowing where this is headed and you can feel Priscilla frowning. "There isn't anyone in this room who is, Da- Elvis." Daddy almost slipped off your tongue and you have to pause to collect yourself. "'Cilla has her marks, I've got some and maybe I'll get some others to match hers soon enough."

Elvis's eyes narrow at the implication before he purses his lips. "You'll let me see them?"

A no is on the tip of your tongue but he looks like- you want to give him a chance here, you want to make him happy. So you lie. "Of course."

His lips quirk into a smile as he moves to turn on the camera only to stop short. "Can I tape this, Sugar? You don't have t' say yes but I miss you both somethin' fierce and Ginger- she- she knows how I am."

You should tell him no, you should tell him that it makes you uncomfortable to know he'll have something like that of you and Priscilla but you don't. You remember that Elvis made sure to file the divorce papers to protect a woman he should hate, a woman who left him. You remember how many times he had to talk to a newspaper to keep you and him and Priscilla out of the gossip pages. You remember all these things and wonder why you should worry. "Yeah. It'll be like those photos, remember?"

His answering groan and the way you swear you see his cock swell makes you grin before you feel Priscilla's hands moving toward your shirt to unbutton it.

It takes time for you and Priscilla to undress, Elvis needing only to pull open his robe as he sank into the chair facing you two. His eyes watch you both, watch how your hands move to pull down bra straps and unbutton pants. You're wearing stockings under those pants and both he and Priscilla groan as she kisses your leg, pulling them down ever so slowly. When you're both finally undressed you toy with the wand in your hand, debating where you'd like to start with Priscilla as she focuses the vibrating effect on your chest. You feel your arousal flood you, cursing the fact that Priscilla knows you enjoy your nipples played with as you finally decide that her clit is the object of your desire, it's the thing you'll bring her down with. You're not prepared for the amount of wetness that greets you, causing the vibrations to be mildly muffled as you hear it. She keens just slightly, grinding on the toy just a little as you hear the telltale sign of Elvis's hand pumping his cock. You wonder if he has lube.

"You like this, don't you? Like seeing me and Cilla like this?" You ask as Priscila slides the toy down to your clit, earning a yelp from you and a hiss of her name. "'Cilla."

"Of course he likes it, Sugar. Don't you see him playing with his cock? See his thumb brushing the head. I know he wishes he could fuck you." She murmurs, before kissing you, pulling your lip in between her teeth and watching Elvis growl watching you both.

"Don't need to tease like that. Should have he fuck you with that dildo, Cilla. Not as big as me but t'll do fine, won't it?" His words have your cunt clenching as it faces him and the camera. "Or maybe you need to fuck our Sugar. Always such a hungry woman. Needed both of us t' satisfy her, didn't ya?"

If your eyes shut at that, shut at the memories that come flooding back of how well the two of them used you, no one comments on it instead choosing to watch as you grind yourself on the toy Priscilla has teasing your clit chasing some relief. "Please, please, let me come, please."

You shouldn't be pleading already, you think you've lasted longer before but maybe you're out of practice, maybe the fact that you haven't been with them for so long has you begging for a release you've needed for over two years. Maybe three, you've lost count at this point, not wanting to dwell on it. You hear Elvis's laugh as it vibrates in your skull.

"Ya've missed this, haven't ya? We've missed you-" He starts, his hand pumping faster and faster, wanting to show you how you've made him come faster than he has in a while. "Both my best girls. My favorite girls. Still my sugar. Still my girl."

Priscilla doesn't react to the praise as much as you do, knowing it's directed more toward you and she can't help but tease your entrance with a dildo while she whispers in your ear. "Our sugar. Come like you would for old times sake. Please? For me? Be my good girl? Be the girl who wrangled Elvis with me? Be my girl who we still both love so much?"

You come with a shout as Priscilla presses in the dildo, your orgasm dripping onto the sheets despite the object that could try and hold it back. You watch Elvis groan his own release onto the carpet and into his hands as your cunt continues to flutter around the toy. You want to clean it up like old times sake before you release Priscilla still needs to come, you had dropped her toy in the haze of your own orgasm and the only thing you find is one of the dildos you two hadn't touched. You take a moment to make sure he's looking at you before you allow yourself to use it to enter her, making sure the camera's view isn't obstructed. "Next time you want this just ask me, I'll give it to you, you're still my Sugar Mama, Cilla."

She whimpers at you, pulling you down for a kiss as you hear Elvis's pleased noises coming from the chair. You think it's a growl but you can't quite tell. All you know is that you've missed hearing it, missed feeling like you're going to explode from the love the two of them have for you and for each other. You don't know when Elvis got up from the chair but you feel his fingers as they pull out the toy only to replace them with his fingers. "Come on, Cilla, give Sugar what she wants from you. I'll let you taste her on my fingers afterward."

That does it for her as she arches just a bit off the bed, clenching around the dildo and grabbing for your hand, for your anything she can to steady herself. She finds both his hand and yours grabbing at them both before she opens her eyes and stares at you both, breathing heavily as she does. Elvis removes his fingers from you and puts them in Priscilla's mouth, as her hand just moves to stroke his stomach, something you find he doesn't seem to mind. It looks like it relaxes him. When his fingers leave her mouth with a pop, she smiles at you. "Taste as good as I remember, Sugar."

Later on that night, after Elvis had filled the tape full of the pair of you, you find yourself cuddled against him with Priscilla on the other side, tracing shapes on his torso as he cupped your own stomach. You're tired, all three of you are tired and it shows in how Elvis's words are slurred when he speaks against your hair, thinking you're asleep.

"You're still m' sugar. Just like 'Cilla is still m' girl. Wanted you to be m' sugar until ya got sick of me." He grip tightens on you. "Don't leave me just yet. Wait until the mornin'. Wait until we're all up. Don't make me wake up all alone."

You don't.

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Four

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: language, mention and description of alcohol, description of drinking, being drunk, passing out, austin being an asshole, hinting at innuendo

Word Count: 3011

>> yay for chapter four! we're about to hit a major plot point so buckle up buttercups. I know aus is being an absolute ass in the beginning of this, but we love to see character development, right? anyway, please enjoy this chapter! <3

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I've decided to start writing again for the first time in a year. After what happened yesterday between Austin and me, I needed to get out some pent-up emotion about the entire situation. From before the breakup to during and after the breakup until today, there have been many different feelings towards Austin and our relationship. I don't hate him- I never did. But there's still anger and resentment towards him, and even hostility because I feel he's solely responsible for our seperation. However, there's also a deep sadness for what could've been and how easily things just ended. Our relationship went out like a quiet flame. There's a touch of relief, though, because I can be who I want and not worry about someone breathing down my neck and shoving possible roles in my face at any given time. But Austin did apologize, and deep down, I think he didn't truly mean his words. He was just upset and emotional, which sometimes makes us do and say stupid things. For example, me acting like I had no idea who Austin was upon seeing him for the first time in a year. I regret it now, just as Austin regrets what he said, but it has provided an opportunity for us to at least be friends again. And what's a better way to start over than not knowing who someone is?

I'm deep in thought with my fingers flying across the keyboard. I almost miss the buzzing of my phone next to me.

Get together at my place at 6. You in?

It's a text from Austin. I find it odd that he thought to invite me to a gathering, but he agreed to try to be friends again. As much as I want to not go, I find myself getting a little giddy to see my new friends again, and maybe Austin as well. 

Sure. Do I need to bring anything?

Nope. Everything is covered. Here's the address.

I lean back in my desk chair, letting out a deep breath. I guess I'll finish up what I'm writing and get ready. I have about two hours to do so. I planned on staying holed up in my apartment writing until I physically couldn't anymore. It's rare to get a craving to write like this, but it's also rare for everyone in the cast I'm friends with to hang out all at once. Everyone has been so busy lately. I reluctantly close my laptop and push myself up from the chair, trudging over to the closet. I decide it's best to wear something casual and comfortable, but nice too. It's pretty warm here in Australia, so I choose a cute sundress I have tucked away. It comes to my mid-thigh, so it shows enough but not too much. I'm not trying to impress anyone, but maybe make someone realize what they've been missing. I grab some simple sandals to go with the dress. I set my clothes aside and quickly shower, braiding my hair down my shoulder when I get out. I apply a little makeup and then get dressed. When I finish getting ready, I realize it's about time to leave. Grabbing my phone and a small bag, I head out the door and walk to Austin's condo, which is just a few blocks away by the beach.

When I arrive, Olivia and Luke are seated at the kitchen island while Dacre is fumbling with the record player in the corner of the living room. Tom has yet to arrive, but no one expects him to since he's so busy. 

"Roman!" Olivia smiles and gets up from her seat to greet me when she notices my appearance, "I'm glad you made it!"

She envelops me into a hug which I accept, hugging her back. Luke nods at me from his seat, his hand encircling a glass of what I suspect is whiskey. No doubt it came from a bottle of Austin's. He is currently making a glass of something at the counter, which I'm curious about. I let go of Olivia, and she makes her way back to her seat as I walk over to where Austin is standing in the kitchen.

"What are you concocting over here?" I ask, eyeballing the numerous bottles on the counter.

"Take a wild guess," Austin glances at me over his shoulder, mixing the liquor together.

He hands the glass to me, and I take a whiff of it. To my surprise, it's my drink of choice; a Long Island Iced Tea. When I'm not drinking vodka, that's my go-to.

"You remembered," I raise my eyebrows, taking a sip. Austin had a talent for mixing everything perfectly every time. 

"Of course I did," he whispers, winking at me before turning around to help Dacre find a vinyl to play.

"How many of these do you own?" Dacre asks exasperatedly from the living room.

I lean against the island, tasting my drink as Austin and Dacre banter back and forth. 

"I thought you were more of a vodka girl," Luke jokes, motioning to my drink. He must've recalled me drinking vodka at the bar the first time we met.

"Depends on how I'm feeling. But I prefer a little bit of everything," I say.

Luke hums in acknowledgment, "I like the dark stuff. Austin has good taste," he says, inspecting the glass in his hand.

"I have to agree," Dacre says as he approaches the three of us, his eyes meeting mine.

The two men must've decided on an Elvis vinyl because I can hear him softly singing in the living room.

"Did he make you a drink too?" I ask with a chuckle.

"No, not yet. I meant Austin had great taste in everything, really. Including music and women," Dacre says casually.

I looked at him, puzzled, before collecting myself before someone saw my face.

"He was telling me about someone he dated previously," Dacre leans on the opposite side of the counter, mirroring my position.

"Ooh, who was the lucky lady, Austin?" Olivia wiggles her eyebrows.

"Ah, no one," Austin shrugs, "It's been over for a while. But I'd agree with Dacre and say my taste is pretty good, though," he smirks, glancing over at me briefly.

I down the rest of my drink in one go, much to everyone's surprise.

"That was a really good drink, Austin. Make me another one please?" I say, my eyes boring into his.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Austin says, taking the glass from my hand and walking to the counter.

Dacre holds in a laugh while Luke silently takes a sip of his drink, almost as if he picked up on something he probably shouldn't mention. Meanwhile, Olivia looks at me like I killed a man.

"Are you okay, Roman?" she chuckles, "That was quite a bit to drink."

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p,' "Just wanting to feel good is all."

I turn around and take a few steps toward where Austin is at the counter, mixing my drink.

"Does Dacre know?" I ask quietly, looking around to ensure no one is watching our conversation. Luckily, no one is paying attention except Dacre, who is looking directly at me.

"Yes," Austin says, "But only because you told him," he purses his lips.

"I only told him because he somehow knew already," I eye him suspiciously.

Austin only makes eye contact with me for a moment before sighing, "Okay, fine, I've told him about you. He must've put the pieces together. I wasn't expecting him to make a comment."

I rub my temple, "Dammit. Thankfully Dacre isn't the type to run his mouth like that, or at least I hope so," I look over to see him chatting with Luke about something, "I feel like he would've told someone by now if he were."

Austin doesn't say anything and hands me my drink, looking me directly in the eye.

"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I just wish you had told the truth," he says. 

I sigh, taking my drink and walking back to the island where the others are. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Austin strides over to the door and reveals Tom with a nice bottle of bourbon in his hands.

"Hey," Austin says, and the two of them embrace momentarily, "We thought you weren't gonna make it!"

"I got done with filming just in time today. Had a moment to stop by somewhere and pick this up," Tom smiles, holding up the bottle for everyone to see.

A string of hellos comes from the group as Tom approaches the kitchen. He sits between Luke and me on the stool as Austin grabs six glasses from the cabinet.

"Would you like to do the honors, Tom?" he asks, motioning to the bottle.

"Don't mind if I do," Tom chuckles, breaking the seal.

Everyone cheers as Austin sits the glasses down, allowing Tom to pour some bourbon into them. Luke and I are still nursing our drinks, but we still take a sip of the dark liquid. I knew immediately that I'd probably be getting drunk just off the little bit of bourbon and the rest of my current drink. I begin taking large gulps of the Long Island when no one is looking. Tonight was already starting to get weird.

"Let's head to the living room and get comfortable there," Austin suggests. Everyone nods in agreement, walking over to the living room.

I sit on one of the couches, Dacre sitting on one side of me with Olivia on the other. Austin and Luke take the other couch while Tom takes one of the accent chairs. Dacre stretches and puts an arm behind me, and Austin all but glares at him. Olivia is too busy scrolling through her phone to notice Austin's eyes burning holes into Dacre's arm behind my head. Seeing Austin jealous makes me almost want to laugh. Maybe there's something still there, especially with the earlier comment about having great taste in women. I almost wish for Austin to be jealous, as bad as that sounds. Does that mean I still have feelings towards him? I'm not sure how to answer that. Tom notices I've zoned out a little. I haven't touched my bourbon, and my eyes are fixated on Austin's shoes.

"So, Roman," Tom says, and I snap my head in his direction, "When are you gonna be back on set to film?"

"Hopefully, in the next few days," I smile, finally taking another sip of the bourbon.

"I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that we've missed seeing you outside of Luke's trailer," Tom says with a chuckle.

A blush rises to my cheeks, "I'll be back soon, guys. I'm not needed outside of his trailer for now."

Austin raises an eyebrow at me, probably wondering what I'm doing in Luke's trailer. He didn't really hang out with Olivia, Luke, Dacre, and me because he had the most scenes to film out of everyone here. I never mentioned to him that we all hung out, so I can only imagine what he's thinking. But I'll let him think. Hard.

Luke must've caught a glance at Austin's face because he starts giggling from next to him, "Roman, that sounds really weird out of context."

I lift my glass up while laughing, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Lucas. You know I'm always with three other people when I hang with you."

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that," Luke nudges Austin's shoulder with his, nearly doubled over in laughter at this point.

"No more bourbon for you, Luke," I snort as I watch Austin relax, "And you, Austin, don't look so sad. We'd invite you too, but you're busy."

"Oh, I know," Austin looks down, clenching his jaw slightly, "I just didn't think you would be fucking with one of my co-stars, let alone two."

The sip of bourbon I just took almost shoots from my nose, and Olivia audibly gasps from next to me. Tom raises his eyebrows in shock while Dacre retracts his arm from behind me. Luke has a look of complete distaste on his face as he turns to Austin.

"What the hell, mate?" Luke asks, appalled that Austin would say such a thing out of nowhere.

I wasn't expecting it to come out of his mouth either. Maybe I let him think too hard. I down the rest of the bourbon without a word. The room falls silent. 

"That was a dick move, man," Dacre mumbles. 

I quietly get up and go to the kitchen to pour another glass of bourbon, this time all the way to the top of the glass. Just when I thought Austin had already said the rudest thing to me, he comes back with a trick up his sleeve. To assume I would sleep with even one of his coworkers was a low blow, but two? What the hell is wrong with him to think that? Also, his comment opened the door to our past that I didn't want to be opened. Now everyone is going to know we have history. I take a shaky gulp of the bourbon, not daring to turn around and acknowledge everyone in the room behind me. Suddenly, I feel a gentle hand on my upper arm. I slowly turn around, fully expecting Austin to come to say something else rude to me. But instead, it's Tom.

"Would you like to step outside with me for a moment?" he motions to the door.

"Sure," I say, not looking him in the eyes as I walk towards the entrance.

The two of us exit the condo and stand on the balcony that overlooks the ocean. Nothing is said for a few minutes as I continue to take large sips of the dark alcohol. With every gulp, my head gets fuzzier. We are leaning against the balcony edge, staring at the waves as they crash onto the shore.

"Are you okay, Roman? I know what Austin said had to have struck a nerve," Tom asks finally.

"Yeah," I breathe out, "I wasn't expecting it," I say, inspecting the now half-empty glass in my hand.

"Did something happen between you two?" Tom is now facing me as his forearms rest against the railing.

I nod wordlessly. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"If I tell you," I say quietly, "You have to promise to not say anything to anyone else. Dacre already knows, but no one else does on set."

"Your secret is safe with me," Tom pats his chest.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly before answering, "Austin and I dated for five years until a year ago when I broke up with him. I've been lying about not knowing who he is. But we both agreed we'd continue to act like we didn't know each other so we could get to know each other all over again, but I guess that didn't work out."

Tom only hums in response before speaking, "I could tell there was something between you two when you looked at each other."

I finally look at Tom with complete attention, and he doesn't really have an expression on his face. Almost like he already knew. Maybe at this point, everyone does for all I know.

"How do you mean?" I asked, swirling the bourbon around in the glass a little.

"You can always tell when two people love each other by how they look at one another," Tom says, standing up straight.

"I can't say I still love him, or at least not like I used to. The reason why we broke up is that he didn't support my career. I constantly heard that my job choice wasn't good enough and that I deserved a better one because I could do it."

"Well, are you capable of it?" Tom asks.

"I don't know. But I'd rather stay out of the limelight. Besides, I'm just an extra, anyway," I say, downing the rest of the bourbon.

"Says who?" Tom furrows his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Says Austin," I say, beginning to walk back to the door.

"Prove him wrong, then," Tom says, opening the door for me, "Because you, young lady, are more than that."

I look up at Tom and nod, "Thank you."

He just smiles and closes the door behind us. The condo is silent except for the vinyl still playing. Tom and I walk into the living room to see everyone awkwardly on their phones, except Austin, who is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. He notices I've walked in and stands up immediately.

"Roman, can I talk to you?" he grabs my elbow softly, and I yank it away.

"I'll give you five minutes," I say, trying not to slur. The alcohol began to hit me full force.

The two of us enter the kitchen, where we're out of earshot. I turn and face Austin, who looks really guilty.

"I'm sorry for saying that. I shouldn't have assumed anything or even said it out loud-"

"Sorry for saying what, Austin? I want you to repeat it back to me. And don't apologize just because you likely got scolded by everyone here," I spit, my blood running hot with drunken anger.

"I'm apologizing because I mean it. I'm sorry for saying you were fucking around with my co-stars. I'm sorry for not thinking before I speak," Austin grabs my elbow again, to which I pull it from his grasp again.

"Sorry, but I can't forgive you right now," I chuckle, everything becoming a little blurry, "For someone who is an actor, you really don't know when to not pretend, do you?"

Austin is now holding both of my arms to steady me, "Roman, what are you talking about? Here, let me take you to the guest room."

"I'm talking about you really sucking at pretending you don't still love me," I manage to get out before everything around me fades to black.

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Three

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: language, Richard plays Vernon, Helen plays Gladys, and Kodi plays Jimmie.

Word Count: 2396

>> chapter three is finally here! thanks for all the support for this series <3 I appreciate it. keep letting me know if you're enjoying it, it helps me with inspiration (:

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February 2020

Everyone is buzzing about the Lousiana Hayride scene. It was far more intimate than the Trouble scene since significantly fewer extras are crowded together. Instead of hundreds of extras, there's way less for this scene specifically. It's not as overwhelming and loud, much to my relief. The only downside is I have to wear a wig from now on as an extra just so it isn't apparent that I'm the same person in different scenes. I'm sitting in the stylist's chair, waiting for the wig glue to dry. I'm on my phone texting Tyler when a notification pops up. My eyes widen in horror at the old contact name.

Austin &lt;3

I immediately lock my phone and ignore the message. A few moments later, another message appears on the screen. I reluctantly check what they say because the notification will bother me if I don't.

Hey, is this still Roman's number? 

If not, I apologize for bothering you.

I sigh, deciding to respond because it'll say I read the messages anyway.

Who is this?

Immediately, I see the typing bubble. I start chewing my lip nervously. 

Is this Roman?

As much as I don't want to respond, I do reluctantly. I should really turn read receipts off.

Yes. Again, who is this?

It's Austin. I wanted to make sure I still had your number, just in case.

I scan the room to see if I can spot him anywhere, but no luck. I don't respond to his message and continue scrolling through Instagram. Not long after I begin reading a lengthy caption from someone's spam account, another message pops up.

That's okay, right?

Yes, but I don't recall giving you my number.

Are you still acting like you don't remember me? We literally spent five years together.

"Wig feeling tight yet?" my stylist asks from behind me, and I hurry to put my phone away.

"Yeah, it is," I say, even though I'm not entirely sure if it is. I just didn't want my stylist to possibly see my phone screen.

"You should be all set, then."

I get up from the chair and smooth out my skirt and blouse, looking in the mirror to ensure everything is neat. I look like a different person almost entirely. The wig is a different color from my natural one and is lightly curled. A few ringlets fall along my face and I look like I walked straight out of the 50s.

I leave my phone with my things at the vanity, heading over to the set in the next building where the stage is. On some of the chairs, there are markers where the girls who will be screaming are to sit. One of them is for me about halfway into the crowd, where I have a fantastic view of the stage. I take a seat as other extras begin to pour into the room. The stage is set up, so now all we have to do is wait for Kodi to appear with other extras to begin filming. 

Baz comes onto the set and settles into his chair, "Places, everyone!"

All the extras settle into their respective places along with Richard and Helen, who aren't far behind you in the crowd. The set falls silent, awaiting Baz's call.

"Action!"

Kodi comes barreling on stage with the other extras, playing their instruments as everyone claps along to his song. He sings and plays briefly before Baz calls, "Cut!"

"I need everyone's claps to be more enthusiastic and on time with each other. Act like you're at a real hayride!" Baz says, "And, action!"

Kodi returns to the stage from his place behind the curtain as animated as ever, waving before strumming his guitar as everyone claps along better this time. His performance comes to a close and everyone ceases clapping to await Austin to take his place on the stage next. The radio host announces him, and he walks onto the stage nervously. Austin stands close to the microphone, mumbling his lines into it as the crowd remains dead silent. He begins to sing, and the microphone echoes feedback as hair falls into his face.

"Get a haircut, buttercup!" one extra yells from his spot up front, and everyone laughs on cue.

Austin takes a moment to gather his character before starting to sing, "Well, you may go to college, you may go to school," he strums his guitar, beginning to wiggle his hips, "You may have a pink Cadillac but don't you be nobody's fool."

As he wiggles more, an extra from the front stands up and squeals. Apparently, it wasn't real sounding enough because Baz makes us start the performance scene again. Thankfully, not from the beginning but after the buttercup comment is made. So Austin begins to sing again, wiggling his hips as he plays the guitar. The extras squeal again, this time doing better as Baz makes no comment. Austin continues with the scene, being almost comical with moving his hips for the crowd to become antsy. It's my turn to let out a noise now. I stand up and shriek, grabbing at my face dramatically as my eyes grow large at the movements Austin is portraying. He makes eye contact with me, a smirk that was already on his face growing at the sound of my shriek. Continuing with the scene, Austin does a spectacular job of riling everyone to believable energy in the crowd. Girls gather at the stage and rip his blazer off. I stifle a laugh, still ogling at him for the camera. Helen hurries to the stage, citing her line. Baz doesn't think she does it justice and makes us retake a few times until she gets it dramatic enough. Finally, her cry about the girls trying to kill her son goes perfectly. Austin disappears behind the curtain, readjusting his guitar across his chest.

"Cut! That was fantastic," Baz applauds after watching the final shot, "That's good for that scene for now."

I can’t deny that Austin is talented and has become even more so since we broke up. When we were together, he hadn’t played any significant roles except The Shannara Chronicles. After we split, Austin played in Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, which I thought was impressive. But playing Elvis is far more impressive in my book, especially since he can channel his character and personality very well. His performances in the Trouble and the Louisiana Hayride scenes were impeccable. I’m proud of him, even though I still feel an odd emotion towards him that I can’t quite put my finger on.

After today's filming, I don't need to come back for a week or so while other scenes without extras are being filmed. There's no use for me there other than to watch the filming. I stop by every few days and hang out with Dacre, Luke, and Olivia in Luke's trailer when they aren't filming or are practicing their lines. Sometimes Tom will even come in and say hi when he isn’t filming. Tyler has also hung out with us a few times, like today. Tyler has only been an extra for a few years, so he's sometimes still a little starstruck by Tom. However, Tyler already knows Dacre because he was an extra on Stranger Things. So both will talk about how fun the show was to film and the details of behind-the-scenes. I'm nearing the end of my week and a half long break, much to my relief. As much as I love hearing the story about how Tyler "accidentally" tripped and fell into Joe Keery's arms, I'm excited to go back to work. Hopefully, I'll be back to being an extra next week. I haven't had much to do except hang out on set or clean my apartment out of sheer boredom.

I'm lounging on the couch in Luke's trailer while reading the script. I'll read some of Austin's lines while Olivia replies with her lines. Here and there, I'll suggest a change of tone, among other things.

"Have you ever played a role before?" Olivia questions, an eyebrow raised.

"I have been in several musicals as a teenager and young adult, but nothing too serious," I shrug, "Why?"

"You have really good suggestions, almost like you've done this before," she says.

"Well, I-" I begin to say that I have practiced with someone before, many times. But I stop myself because no one is supposed to know that I know them.

Olivia looks at me expectantly, so I come up with something quickly.

"I've just helped a lot of co-stars practice, is all. I've been in a lot of productions, so…" I trail off.

Olivia nods, taking the bait, "Good point. But you're good at it. Since you write, you can possibly try to write scripts maybe?" 

I make a face in agreement, "I never thought of that."

There's a knock on the door before one of us can say anything else, and Luke gets up from his position at the dining table to answer it.

"Delivery for Roman Todd," someone says at the door.

Luke struggles to get in whatever was handed to him, and Tyler gets up to help him.

"God, who hurt you?" Tyler laughs from the front of the trailer.

"What are you talking about?" I shake my head, shouting so he could hear me over the sound of rustling.

Tyler and Luke bust through the trailer with a large bouquet of flowers and an Elvis teddy bear.

Luke grabs the card that is sticking up from the dozens of roses, "'To Roman, please forgive me? Happy Valentine's Day.'"

"Who could've sent you this?" Olivia gasps, standing up from the couch and grabbing the bear to inspect it.

"I'm actually not sure," I furrowed my eyebrows, still sitting on the couch in confusion.

"Well, whoever it is definitely wants to be forgiven," Tyler chuckles, sitting the bouquet on the dining table. It takes up almost all of the space on the tiny table.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and a message from Austin is on the lock screen.

I hope you like the roses.

I immediately facepalm my forehead, "Dammit."

"Is everything okay?" Olivia asks, handing the bear to me.

I take the red bear, inspecting it with a sigh, "Yeah. I think I know who sent this to me."

"An ex-boyfriend, maybe?" Tyler asks as he plops back down in the dining area, his face almost entirely covered by roses.

I glare at him warningly, "I think so."

"If my boyfriend sent me this, I'd forgive him. I'd kiss his feet," Tyler raises his eyebrows, whistling at the sheer size of the bouquet.

"There will be no feet kissing, okay?" I finally get up from the couch, leaving the script behind, "I'm gonna talk to him about this if you'll excuse me."

Luke, Tyler, and Olivia watch silently as I storm out of the trailer, pressing the call button by Austin's name. Frustrated, I pace outside the trailer while waiting for Austin to pick up the phone. 

"This is Austin Butler. Sorry I couldn't make it to the phone-"

I hang up, visibly annoyed, and go to look around for his trailer nearby. I hope it's somewhere close to Luke's because I don't even feel like talking to Austin, much less look for his trailer all day. And it's not like I can ask anyone where it is because that would be suspicious. After 20 minutes of aimlessly walking around, I finally spot him leaving the set. I watch as he walks to his trailer, and I follow him. I wait until he goes inside before knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" Austin shouts from inside.

"It's Roman," I say defeatedly.

He pulls the door open, revealing his shirtless torso and eyeliner-smudged eyes. 

"Did you get the roses?" he asks, and I begin walking up the steps and push past him before he shuts the door behind me.

"Austin," I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, "I forgave you a long time ago, okay?"

"Ah, so you do remember me," Austin smirks, "You really should be an actress, Roman."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms across my chest, "Look. Again, I forgave you a long time ago. I'm doing great things with my career, whether you find it exciting or not. I mean, damn, look where I am right now! I'm buddies with Tom Hanks, Austin! Dacre Montgomery has my phone number. Would just an extra ever be able to say that?"

Austin sighs, "I didn't mean that when I said it to you. You're more than just an extra, not to just me, but everyone else. You don't have to be friends with Tom just to prove that to me."

"Yeah, but you still said it. It still bounces around in my head. I'll forgive, but I'll never forget," I say, shoving my hands in my pockets.

An awkward silence falls between the both of us.

"I still am sorry," Austin says, tilting my chin up with his hand, "Can you stop acting like you don't know who I am, though?"

I move my face from his hand, "I would, but everyone is convinced I don't know you. Plus, it's been a year. A lot can change in a year about someone. So let's just get to know each other again."

Austin nods, not looking at me, "I agree. A lot can change in a year. You certainly have."

I allow my eyes to travel up and down his body for a second before focusing on his face, "You're right. I have, but it was to be a better person and a better performer."

"Does lying make a person better, Roman?" Austin finally looks at me, pressing his lips together in a line.

"No, but putting someone down for something you don't agree with doesn't either," I say, spinning on my heel to leave.

Before I can make it out of the door, Austin grabs my wrist.

"I forgive you, okay?" I turn my head to look at him, "It's done. Let's be friends and pretend we don't know each other for our sakes."

I don't give him a chance to respond before I leave his trailer.

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: mentions of purposeful emotional harm, crying, sad Austin ):, descriptions of anxiety, mentions of innuendo but if you blink you'll miss it, nothing too crazy.

Word Count: 2142

>> it's been a long time, baby! it's been a long time. but chapter twelve is now here, my beloveds. I'm sorry I've been so busy. every occurrence that I have free time, I'm either doing classwork, trying not to scream, having to do super fun adult stuff like grocery shop, or I'm resting. please enjoy this chapter even though it's fairly drab imo!!

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September 2020

I’m clutching a coffee in my hand and trying to ignore my incessant trembling. The caffeine and lack of food this morning are stoking the nerve-wracking anxiety I feel. Today is the first day back on set for everyone and my first day playing Priscilla. Every time I try to recall my lines, my mind goes blank. Being an actress instead of an extra is new to me and has me so worked up that I’m worried about lines I don’t have to recite yet. Hopefully, I’ll settle into my role enough to remember my lines when I do need them later. One awkward thing, though, is that I’ll be sitting next to Luke for the duration of the scene, and knowing that he kind of likes me makes me feel even more nervous. I shouldn’t care because I’m with Austin, obviously. Still, the nagging feeling of someone always thinking about me in a non-platonic way makes me self-critical. So that just adds to the pile of nerves today.

My stylist pauses every now and then to let me wiggle in my seat. She's in the process of preparing my hair for the wig I have to wear, and I cannot sit still for the life of me. The coffee, anxiety, and restless energy are all teaming up to make me an annoyance to my stylist. Styling me takes the longest for this scene, even after Austin, who has to wear prosthetics and extra hair. My eyeliner in this particular scene in the movie is very intricate. I’m busy burning my eyes into my coffee cup when someone walks up to me, and it’s no other than Austin.

“What do you think?” Austin says, turning in a circle to let me have a 360 view of his leather jumpsuit.

Seeing him with the full get-up- the hair, the sideburns, and the tan- is much more surreal than seeing him in just the outfit at rehearsals. He has become Elvis. Even more so than when filming initially began.

“You look uncanny,” I giggle as the stylist gently places the wig on my head.

“And you look beautiful,” Austin smiles, and a wave of calm suddenly comes over me. 

The nerves are still there, but they aren’t as erratic. Having Austin around is enough to make me feel better. Maybe I can do this after all. With him here, everything is a little easier. He eventually wanders over to someone else to strike up a conversation with. All that has to be done for my outfit now is the makeup, and I’ll be ready to film. The ‘68 Comeback Special is being shot today, so I’ll be hanging with everyone but Olivia from our group. I still feel like I’ve betrayed Olivia somehow, but I don’t let it bother me too much. I have big shoes to fill, and I have to keep my head straight on my shoulders. Olivia has often reassured me that it’s okay that I have her role, and that it was meant for me to play Priscilla instead. I hope she’s right. I guess we’re about to see.

After wiggling around in my seat a few more times and precise eyeliner being applied to my eyelids, I’m finally done with makeup and ready to head to the set. My stylist gives me one last look over, picking at my outfit and wig and eyeballing my makeup like a hawk. She gives me the go-ahead, and I take a deep breath before heading to where I need to be on the Comeback Special’s set. I spotted Dacre getting his makeup touched up after finishing some of his filming this morning. After the beginning of the Comeback Special is filmed, Dacre has more scenes to run. I make a beeline to him because I won’t see him for a day or so if I don’t talk to him now. I hadn’t seen Dacre in person since before we stopped filming. 

“Hey, stranger,” I say as I approach him, and he has to do a double-take when he looks at me.

“I almost didn’t recognize you, Roman. You look just like Priscilla,” Dacre says, a comforting smile upon his face. He knows how nervous I am about all of this.

“I’d sure hope so,” I chuckle, “My stylist spent a while on this look.”

“You look great. You’ll do great. Don’t sweat it,” Dacre says, probably noticing that I’m shaking like a leaf.

Baz arrives on set before I can respond, beckoning everyone to get ready for positions to be called. Austin walks up to me and kisses my cheek in front of everyone, and a blush crawls up my neck from people staring. Only a few people know we’re dating, but I’m guessing a lot more people get the memo now with the PDA. Everyone begins to take their positions, and I follow along, going to where I’m supposed to stand and wait for Austin to walk out of the corridor. All of the extras have claimed their assigned spots in the audience, and it’s still appalling to me that if I weren’t playing Priscilla now, I’d likely be the girl in the blonde wig at the edge of the stage. I glance around the large number of extras and notice Tyler chatting with the guy next to him. He just so happens to catch my gaze, and I wave excitedly. A large grin breaks out on his face as he waves back before giving me a thumbs up. I’ve missed having him as a neighbor and a fellow extra. The last time I saw him was when he brought the last of my belongings to Austin’s condo months ago.

“Action!” Baz calls suddenly, and I collect myself.

Luke is a few feet away from me in his position, and I try not to look over at him. I still feel a little awkward in his presence, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. He’s fun to be around, and I’d hate to let my weird emotions ruin our friendship.

Austin begins to walk towards the tiny stage, and when he reaches me, we both lean in for a kiss. Luke then guides me over to where we’re supposed to sit behind the prop cameras. Austin saunters onto the stage, and it isn’t precisely how Baz wants it, so we start the scene over. I’m definitely not complaining that Austin and I have to share a little kiss a few more times. After two more takes, Austin gets the saunter down perfectly and starts his performance without a hitch. It goes smoothly, and we wrap up the first part of the scene. The next part is when I have to smile and look proud of Elvis, which won’t be difficult to look that way since I’m insanely proud of Austin right now. He’s doing so well, and this is only the first scene. The cameras focus on me, and I smile at Austin while shaking my head at him, clapping along to the music. Luke is next to me doing the same thing, his character acting proud of his best friend.

Filming goes pretty well for the rest of the day, so I head back to the condo alone since Austin has some stuff to work on until later. I’m rarely alone without Austin- we’ve been together for months almost at all times. The condo feels too still and quiet without him here. If we aren’t talking, there’s either an Elvis movie on the screen, an Elvis documentary playing, or a recorded Elvis concert is being studied. I walk to the bathroom immediately to take my makeup off. The eyeliner is beginning to make my eyes sting. When I’m finished, I curl up on the couch with Priscilla’s book. I’ve already read it twice, but I notice something I didn’t before every time I read it. Studying the book is helping me get into character more. It’s still so crazy to me that I was able to video chat with Priscilla herself. Not meeting in person was a bummer, but being able to talk to her at all was an amazing thing. 

Around 10 at night, Austin finally comes home. When he walks into the dimly lit bedroom, his eyes are red, and the eyeliner he’s wearing from the set is smeared. His face is a tad swollen, and his gaze never leaves the floor as he prepares for bed. 

“Are you okay, Aus?” I ask, looking up from my phone after pondering whether something was wrong.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, pulling PJs from the dresser before removing his shirt.

“You don’t look fine,” I press further with concern.

“Baz is just,” Austin trails off, hesitant to elaborate further, but he does anyway, “Trying something new with the method acting.”

“What did he do to make you so upset?” I furrow my eyebrows, putting my phone on the bed next to me to give him my full attention.

Austin undresses without responding, and I wait patiently for him to say something as he redresses into something more comfortable. He climbs into bed next to me, sighing as he runs his fingers through his black hair.

“The crew and Baz are just really hard on me so I can get into character better. I’m just upset over nothing,” Austin says.

“It can’t be nothing if it genuinely upset you,” I lean over and put a hand on his chest comfortingly, “Whatever they said or did, don’t overwork, overthink, or stress yourself for this role. You’ve already done enough. You’re doing enough.”

“According to them, I’m not. Baz told them to say belittling things to me and put me down so I know how Elvis was feeling to truly channel that emotion,” Austin frowns, stroking my hair absentmindedly.

“I love Baz, but sometimes he doesn’t know his limits. I’m sorry you have to do that,” I say, looking up at Austin, “Just remember you’re a great person and a talented actor. You don’t need to be bullied to be good at being Elvis.”

Without a word, Austin kisses my head before moving down into the bed to get ready to sleep. I roll over and turn off the light before wrapping my arms around Austin. I tuck my head into his neck and hold him tightly. This already challenging role has just gotten more difficult for him. But I know he can get through it.

In the weeks following, Austin would come home utterly exhausted. Thankfully he had a break in filming the earlier parts of Elvis’ life, so the belittling stopped for a while. Today he will be doing the funeral scene, which is painful in all aspects. Austin lost his mother just like Elvis and was also the same age as Elvis when his mother died. It is hard to channel those mutual emotions when in character, but Austin knows how to handle it. I don’t have any scenes to do today, and neither does Dacre. So, both of us are standing to the side and watching as they prepare the set. Tom has powder applied to his face while Austin is stewing and making himself emotional. One thing about being an actor is that you have to know how to cry on demand. However, for this scene, it wouldn’t be hard to. It’s probably borderline torturous for Austin. Baz calls for positions, and everyone takes their place. Austin is sitting on the floor, clutching onto one of the dresses as he stares blankly at the floor as tears stream down his face, waiting for Baz’s word.

“Action!”

Immediately, Austin begins to sob, and it’s a little unnerving to watch. His tears and raw emotion are so obviously genuine. But it’s not genuine enough. There are several takes, and as each one is attempted and failed, I can tell it’s taking a toll on him. Dacre shifts uncomfortably next to me as Austin’s face becomes redder or puffier.

“I hope he’s okay,” Dacre whispers.

I sigh, “The things he does for this role worry me sometimes.”

Finally, Baz is content with the footage he’s gotten, and Austin is able to get up off the floor and gather himself. He quickly makes his way to the dressing room, and I follow him, leaving Dacre behind. When I enter the room, Austin is sitting in the vanity chair with his face in his hands, taking deep breaths. I shut the door and hurry over to him.

“You did so good, baby. I know you’re probably tired after that, and I’m sorry,” I say, pulling his head into my chest.

“I’m okay. It’s over for now,” Austin says weakly, wiping tears off his face.

“Yeah,” I sigh, knowing more struggle and pain was to come for being Elvis, “It’s over for now.”

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The Kidnapper PT 4

A/N: i cried while typing this up. so enjoy this part of The Kidnapper!

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

Y/N as Madison Hart (17 y/o)

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

PT 3

Michael’s POV

The guys and I get on google maps and searched the address from the envelope. “We got something Mike!” Chris says. I go to the computer and see the place, it looks like a dump. My baby sister is in there. “Search up Joseph, Anderson.” I look at my phone, we took a picture of the address and name. Chris typed up the guy’s name, James comes up behind us. “I think I found him.” Mark came behind us to look at the pictures of the man. “He looks terrifying.” “That man has Madison.” “We need to go to that address.” “What do we need?” James questions. “Protection and a phone to call the police.” I look at James. “We need a crowbar, a uh, hammer, and uh-“ “Why a hammer?” Markson says. “Well in the letter, she’s chained up, we need it to get the chains off of her from the hammer.” Mark shakes his head.

We get the supplies in Mark’s car and got the address in my phone and drove off. We’re getting my sister back!

Madison’s POV

I look down at my body, why do I look skinny like bad skinny, he’s slowly killing me. I’m so hungry.

I hear footsteps, it’s Joseph. “Madison, I’m going to the nearest Hy-Vee. I’ll be back about, a hour.” He looks at his watch and me. “Fine.” He walks upstairs and locks the door.

20 minutes later

I’m about to fall asleep until I hear banging and screaming, that’s Michael’s scream. “Madison! Madison! WHERE ARE YOU!” Markson yells. “I’m down in the basement! IM DOWN IN THE BASEMENT!” I hear running and the door getting hit and opens and I hear running again. The first person I see is, Markson. “Mads.” Michael said. The guys run and starts to hug me but I whimper. “Are you okay?” Chris questions. “If you get me out of these chains.” “Where’s the key?” “I don’t know.” The boys look around and James says, “The hammer!” Michael grabs it out of his bag and hits the chains until they break. The chains on my wrists fall off of me and I hug Mark. “Call the police.” Michael says to James “I missed you so much baby.” Mark whispers in my ear. “I missed you too and you to Mike.” “I called the police, they’re coming.” James says. “Let’s get out of this place.” Mike said. Mark picks me up and takes me to the stairs and I look around to see what I’ve been in for god knows how long.

When we get out of the house, I squint. “I forgot what the outside looks like.” Mark looks at me and sets me on the grass and sits next to me.

3 minutes later

We see police cars. One police officer comes up to me and says, “Are you Madison Hart?” “Yes I am.” “Is Joseph Anderson in there?” “No he went to the nearest Hy-Vee.” “Get number 34 to 75123 West 89th Road.” I lay my head on Mark’s shoulder. “Madison, mom wants to talk to you.” I grab the phone and put the phone on my ear, “Mom?” “Maddie?” “Yes mama?” “Is it really you.” “It’s me mom. It’s your daughter.” “Madison!” I hear my dad. “It’s me dad!” “Where’s Michael?” “Next to me.” “Is there police there?” “Yes there is.” “Give me the phone to any of them.” “Mike give this to any of the police.” Michael goes to a cop and gives it to him.

15 minutes later

I hear a car come to the scene and it’s my parents and Ally. I try to get up but I’m too weak to get up, Michael and Markson help me up and they help me to go to my parents. “Madison, it’s really you.” “It’s me mama.” She hugs me and kisses my cheek. I look at Ally and I limp up to her and I can see her face, looking happy but worried about me. “Ally, I missed you.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Mads, I- I- I can’t believe it’s you. You look different.” “It’s because of the man who kept me in that house.” “Oh god I missed you so much.” Ally hugs me, I feel a little pain so I whimper. “I’m sorry Madison.” She stops hugging me. “It’s okay but when I feel better, you can hug me like that again.” We both chuckle. “Dad!” I hug him tightly. I hear him whimper. I look up at him and say “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” He looks down at me. I can see a tears in his eyes. I feel other hands around me, I look around and it’s the people who I love. All of us did a group hug, I never felt this happy ever since I saw my family and friends seeing me dance on stage since god knows when.

“Hart family, Joseph Anderson has been found and is taken to custody at this time.” A police officer came up to us and says. “You hear that Madison? The son of bitch has been found!” Mark says. I felt so relieved!

Eventually, my family gave me food and water and took me home where I feel safe. We’re going to get that bastard in jail!