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[butlervol6]

the moment you knew | dad(to be) austin x reader

pairing: austin x fem!reader

summary: you weren’t sure if you were ready to start a family with austin…until you watched him interact with his friend’s baby

warnings/notes: no warnings, just austin with a baby fluff. this is my first writing piece (other than papers for uni) in years so take it easy on me. i would love to make this into a little mini series, following y/n and austin through starting their family, so if anyone is interested lmk!! thank you sm for reading, hope you enjoy :)  

words: 2.1k

It was no secret Austin wanted to be a father. After 4 years of marriage, and many more years before dating, the subject was brought up often by him. Whether it was a casual remark about how cute you would look pregnant or a detour into the baby clothes section of any store you visited together, he was very obvious about his desire for children with you. 

You wanted children as well, especially with him, but there was something holding you back from making it a reality. Being a few years his junior, you knew you had the time to wait until the timing felt right to begin that journey with him. He understood this and felt exactly the same way, you should be completely ready before embarking on such a life-alterning path.

It was the day you went to meet Austin’s friend Ashley’s daughter for the first time since she was born during the midst of the pandemic and the filming of ‘Elvis’, when you finally felt that last shred of apprehension melt away. From the moment he woke up that morning, he was absolutely giddy with excitement. He spent the morning running around the house trying to complete all his daily tasks so you could leave as soon as possible. Of course he was excited to see Ashley, but you could tell there was just as much anticipation to meet his new ‘tiny best friend’ as he so sweetly referred to her.

The drive from your place to Ashley’s was just over an hour, and the whole way he was buzzing with nervous-excitement. This nervous-excitment manifested in Austin not being able to stop rambling,

“I wonder what she’ll look like…I mean I know I’ve seen tons of pictures of her but she’ll probably look different now, don’t you think? I mean, babies grow so fast and it’s been a couple weeks since I last got a picture or FaceTimed them.” He looked over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other between yours rested in your lap. His question so genuine and his excitement so apparent you couldn’t help the smile that spread across you face when you met his eyes,

“Babies do grow fast but I’m sure she’ll still look the same.” You brought your intertwined hands up to your mouth to press a quick kiss to the back of his hand, “You know, it’s very sweet, and irrationally attractive, that you’re so excited to meet her Aus.” He softly chuckled under his breath with a shake of his head, removing his hand from between yours to squeeze your thigh.    

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As Austin pulled into Ashley’s driveway, you too started to get excited to meet the baby and see your friend after so long apart. You sent a quick ‘here!’ text as you unbuckled your seatbelt after the car was safely in park. You got out and Austin followed suit, closing his door and rounding the front of the car to take your hand,

“Ready baby?” You asked him, interlocking your fingers and falling in stride together. He beamed at you, his blue-eyes sparkling,  

“So ready.” You came to a halt when you reached the door and you raised your free hand to knock when you saw Ashley through a small window walking up to let the two of you in. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you waved wildly at her. She jogged the last of the distance, waving back enthusiastically, and flung the door open,

“Oh my god, hi!” She threw one arm around your neck and the other around Austin’s middle, pulling you both into a group hug, “I’m so happy you two are finally here!” She pulled away from you both to embrace just you. You spoke into her hair as you wrapped your arms around her middle,

“Oh, I missed you so much. How have you been Ash?” After the many years you had spent with Austin, you and Ashley had become fairly close almost immediately after meeting the first time. Nowhere near as close as her and Austin, but there was definitely a sisterly bond there,

“I’ve been so good, even better now that my favourite people are here!” She pulled back, and took a step over to Austin who wrapped her in the biggest hug, speaking softly to her as they rock back and forth in their embrace. You gave them their space, it was clear this was an emotional reunion for the two of them, though you did grab phone from your bag to take a sneaky picture to show the two of them later. 

As you locked your phone and put it back in your bag a shrill, happy scream and babble of a baby made you snap your head back to the door. You looked over at Austin, who was taking a step back from Ashley to peer in the door too. Ashley laughed as she looked between the two of you,

“Ah yes, Jupiter has recently found out she can make that sound and she does it 24/7. Used to scare the shit out of me every time, but now I’m finally getting used to it,” She laughed again, shaking her head softly in amusement, “You ready to head inside and meet her?” You nodded excitedly and followed Ashley as she led back you through the foyer, toward the living room. 

As always, her home was extremely well decorated, with tall ceilings and nice furniture, but there was organized mess everywhere–a highchair pushed against the wall and blocks on the floor–that let you know there was a little one roaming around. Austin slipped an arm around your waist as you entered the living room to find Jupiter standing, with the help of the coffee table, with her back to you. You felt Austin’s sharp inhale, as his chest was against your back, when his eyes landed on the little girl, 

“Jupiter, what are you making all that noise for silly girl? I told you, I was just going to answer the door and I would be back.” Ashley bent down, swept Jupiter into her arms, making her giggle wildly, and set her on her hip facing you and Austin. “Now say hi to your Uncle Austin and Auntie y/n.” She pointed to you and Austin. Jupiter looked away from her mother, following the direction of her point, and her eyes fell on your first. You were immediately taken with how beautiful she was in person, all the photos you had received and blurry FaceTimes since her birth were nothing compared to her in the flesh. She was all big cheeks and stunning blue eyes, you think she can’t get any sweeter and then a semi-toothless smile spread over her little face. You couldn’t help but to take a step toward her, Austin’s arm dropping from around you.

“Hi sweetheart, oh my god aren’t you just the cutest little baby ever?” You extended your hands in her direction, a silent invitation to hold her, as you cooed gently at the child. Jupiter momentarily looked between your hands and your face, not yet convinced of her safety with this stranger in her home. She turned her head toward her mom, a small frown overtaking her features, who looked at you and begins to speak, 

“She’s so shy, don’t take it personal. That whole ‘pandemic baby’ thing is no joke,” You lightly laughed, “It’s alright baby, go see your Auntie.” Ashley spoke softly to her daughter and– after another moment of hesitation–Jupiter turned back to you and reached out for your hands, suddenly deciding that you were safe. 

You hooked your hands under her small arms and lifted her gently from Ashley’s grasp, hitching her onto your hip and rocking side to side to prematurely calm any lasting insecurity she may have. She grabbed onto the neckline of your shirt, kicking her little legs at the rocking motion and looked up at you, face overtaken by a large smile once again. You realized that Austin was still standing back a few steps–having not yet closed the distance to see Jupiter–so you turned around to face him, eyes still on the little one,

“Aus, come here and see her. You were right about her looking different in pers-” You looked up at him and were shocked to see his eyes red-rimmed. Instantly concerned, you took a step in his direction and gave him your full attention, “ Are you alright?” He cleared his throat, smoothing a hand over his jaw to collect himself, before offering you a small smile and speaking, 

“Yeah, I’m alright baby. Just- this is kind of crazy,” He looked to Ashley just beyond you, “She’s so perfect Ash. God, I’m just so in awe that you actually made her.” He sniffled once and Ashley was quick to walk over and wrap her arms around him, tears in her eyes as well. It was a tender moment between them, two lifelong friends who had been separated by forces outside of their control during one of the more important moments of their lives. All the emotions–love, admiration, sadness, happiness–were so raw that it made your breath hitch in your throat. You thought the moment couldn’t get any more meaningful, when the pair of them collected themselves and Austin finally made his way over to Jupiter. He placed a hand on the small of your back as he moved to stand in front of you, his head tilted down closer to the height Jupiter sat on your hip. She blinked up at him as he gazed at her, both in awe of each other, and instantly you could see the bond between them materialize. Without any coaxing, from her mother or Austin, she reached out for him and the look on his face when she did was what did it for you. 

There was no doubt in your mind that Austin loved you, he reminded you–in big and small ways–every single day but the love radiating off him for this little girl was overwhelming to witness. It was felt it in every cell of your body, so deeply and profoundly that tears immediately sprang to your eyes. You looked between the two of them, completely enamoured with each other, as Jupiter was lifted from your grasp. Austin made his way over to the couch, his eyes never leaving hers, and sat. In that moment you thought before you could stop yourself, I want to have a baby with him so badly. You were momentarily disarmed by your own thought, but after a moment of quiet contemplation you realized that witnessing Austin so in his element, with a child that wasn’t even his, was the last push you had been needing all along. This realization, coupled with the the way he continued to interact with the little one in front of you, and the next comment from Ashley had you absolutely certain that it was time to revisit the ‘baby talk’ when you got home that evening. 

“God y/n, he’s literally perfect with her. If this is how he is with my kid, he’s going to be absolutely infatuated with yours.” She spoke lowly as she passed by you, making her way over to the armchair beside the couch and sitting down. For a moment, you watched Austin lift Jupiter high up in the air and down again, the two of them laughing at each other, before you walked over and sat next to him. His eyes flicked to your face quickly, flashing his wide smile your way, before falling back to Jupiter who was now reaching out for his face. Before he could lift her up again, you leaned over and kissed the side of his head, 

“I love you, so much.” You couldn’t help the assertion, you were absolutely overflowing with love for the man before you and excitement at the prospect of soon having this for yourself. He looked at you fully then, semi-confused at your sudden declaration but happy nonetheless,

“I love you more.” He leaned in to kiss you sweetly and Jupiter let out her signature scream the second your lips met. You both pulled away and laughed, Austin turning back to the baby and jokingly scolding her, “Excuse me little miss, I will kiss my girl if I so please!” 

Jupiter laughed and reached out for Austin’s face again, happy to have his attention back. Austin leaned back against the couch, lifting Jupiter up with her hands pressed to his mouth, he pressed loud kisses to her tiny palms in an attempt to make her smile. In that moment, he was completely content to be surrounded by his favourite girls, and also entirely unaware of the way his life would change forever when he got home.

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

Austin Butler Fanfiction Masterlist

•Good Ole Fashioned Loverboy (the beginnings of a whole pinup trend, I’m afraid, blame this male Marilyn Monroe lookin’ bastard for it)

•Sweet Nothin

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[dreamersparacosm]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗

featuring austin butler

phone sex (n): sexually explicit telephone conversation engaged in for the purposes of sexual gratification.

nsfw!

note ; ok wait does anyone remember when we had long discourse about phone sex w Austin on this page. well. here it is baes

warnings ; phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

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Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

“Hello?”

Your voice is sweet like honey, tone chipper and bubbly. He swears he can hear the blinding smile that adorns your face, the way your lips curve upwards at his caller ID glowing on your phone.

“Hi, baby.” The contrast in his timbre versus yours causes your eyes to squint. There’s an underlying darkness, rough at the edges and on the verge of a plea. “Doing anything important right now?”

His question makes you pause in your tracks, put your book down and remove your glasses from where you’re perched on the couch. It’s been a long week for him. With all the press surrounding his new films and pending nominations for Elvis, he’s been busier than he would’ve liked.

“Not really, just reading,” You cross your legs, hanging onto his every word. It might have been a long week for him, but you’ve been running on fumes with your vibrator in tow. Both of you were often oblivious to the way you made each other feel. “I miss you, Aus.“

“Miss you too, princess,” His drawl is smooth like butter, rolls off his tongue easily and you think of his plump, bubblegum pink lips that swell after kissing you for more than five minutes. That thought alone is enough to send you into a frenzy.

He clears his throat, “I-Can you, uh, do something for me?”

You sit up a little at the inquiry, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Of course, honey.”

“Okay, well, I jus’ need you. That’s all. I miss you so damn much I feel like I’m going crazy in my hotel room. And those pictures from last week of you in that red bikini are not helping me, baby. Already came twice from those pictures in the last twenty minutes.”

Your jaw unhinges, eyes bulging out of your sockets as your boyfriend’s words register in your brain. The syllables fly around, slam into the walls of your skull. Austin isn’t normally like this. Sure, you two have had your fair share of sex escapades where the adrenaline outweighs everything, but when he’s like putty in your hands, it’s hard to deny him.

“I-I didn’t know those pictures did it for you,” You squeak out, blinking a few times.

“You kidding, baby? Hottest shit I ever saw. And that’s kinda why I called, well not really, but I don’t know, just wanted to see if you could send a few more.” His cautious tone makes your heart skip a few beats, always the nice boy his mother raised him to be. You hear rustling in the background, something like bedsheets, and you can only assume it’s Austin readjusting himself on his bed.

“Are you touching yourself?” You bite your lip, a sharp inhale of air entering your lungs.

“Yes.”

The whimper that develops at the back of your throat is unavoidable. Something deep and guttural that makes you feel uneasy and sends shivers down your spine. A mental image of Austin by himself in his room, chasing an orgasm sloppily while his hand is clenched around his cock, and the fiery red hue of his tip is enough to drench your panties with your own arousal.

You cozy yourself onto your couch, head rested up against the armrest, thighs spreading for him so easily like they always do. He continues on, a desperation in his words, “What are you wearing, baby?”

“One of your t-shirts,” You hum. “The one you like that barely covers my ass. And no bra. Wanted to be comfy.”

“Jesus Christ,” There’s a pause and you hear him groan, and you assume he’s reached down to jerk himself off at a faster pace. “Wish I could come up from behind you every time that shirt rises up, and press my cock in between your ass.”

“I’m even wearing that black lacy underwear you bought me for our anniversary,” You lower your voice to match his own seductive tone, playing with your hardened nipples through his t-shirt. “Can snap a few pictures to send to you.”

“Fucking hell,” He groans, “Need to see how good your pussy looks in that.”

Before you can even answer, your free hand is slipping into the waistband of your underwear, feeling the arousal that has pooled between your slit. You lift his shirt up to where your neck is, pulling the phone away from your ear to snap a picture of you with his favorite underwear, and your throbbing nipples.

You know he’s received the picture when you hear a slew of profanities exit his mouth, the sound of his hand jerking up and down his cock flooding through the telephone. “Baby, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, holy shit.”

You let out a giggle, your hand wandering back down to your clit, lazily toying with it. A sigh of relief falls from your lips at the pressure. “Need you inside of me so bad right now.”

“Wish I was there to take care of you,” He sighs. “Miss those filthy little moans of yours.”

That statement alone elicits a dirty sound from you, and he whines at the thought of his own cock causing you to make a noise like that. He hasn’t had you in the way he’s needing in so long — feels like it’s been forever since he last tasted you on his tongue, since your tits bounced in his face as you rode him into oblivion, since your tongue grazed over his tip and took him whole.

“Remember the day before y-you left and you a-ate me out in the shower? Fuck, I miss that,” You lose a bit of your composure, grinding against your hand that is furiously working against your clitoris.

He knows from your staggered words that you’re touching yourself too. “Rubbing that clit for me, baby?”

“Y-yes,” You whine. “It’s not enough, Aus. I need you.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’ll be home so soon. Gonna fuck you right on that couch,” He refers back to your picture and where you’re located.

There is a moment of silence between you two, your imagination running rampant as you think about the logistics of sex on your couch: you riding him, his hands firmly glued onto your hips, guiding you as he unintentionally bruises them with his grip.

You slow down a bit, trying to contain yourself, during which you can also hear his shaky breathing break through the line. You sigh, curling your wrist the way he usually did and jamming two fingers into your hole. All you can hear is your juices squelching from your impending orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close,” He breathes out exasperatedly. Your own movements are frazzled, the familiar fire rooting itself in your abdomen.

You want him there so bad, need him there to work you through your orgasm. “Wanna cum for you so bad,” You whimper, your fingers soaked in your fluids and your eyes squeezed tight, bracing for impact.

All you can think about, or see, is him. You don’t bother to lull yourself from the depths of your orgasm as it wracks over your entire body, your walls clenching around your fingers as his name flies from your lips like it’s the only thing he’s ever known. And with the way you say his name, he’s cumming too, white, hot liquid spurting from his burning tip and ruining the sheets.

There’s a pause as you two collect yourselves, sit there without a word or coherent thought to share.

He breaks the silence first, “Might have to go away more often if this is what I get out of it.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, no fucking way.”

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[ab4eva]

Prompt “Safe word” can I get an AustinX reader where Austin gets a little to dom and the reader has to use the safe word.

‘Peach’

Warnings: 18+ only! spanking, oral (m. receiving), dom/sub dynamics, safe word, aftercare, established relationship.

a/n: Thank you for the request, dear anon (my first)! I haven’t written this dynamic before so I hope it’s what you were looking for and you enjoy!

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After Austin has made you kneel, naked and unmoving, on the cold tile of the bathroom floor while he showers and shaves and dries his hair. And after he has handcuffed and blindfolded you, knees aching and still pressed to the unforgiving tile, and rammed his cock down your throat, again and again, until the blindfold is soaked with tears.

After he has bitten and bruised your entire body with his mouth. And after he has braced you over his knees, ass in the air, his left arm holding you firmly to his thighs, your face pressed into the pillow that is muffling your cries.

You feel him raise his right hand and you brace for another smack, your behind already red and stinging, surely stamped with Austin’s handprint. You grip the soft pillow harder as his palm makes unflinching contact and you wail from the impact, unable to stop yourself from bucking up, kicking your legs.

“Be good for me, baby, and it will be over faster,” Austin rasps in your ear, his voice shaking slightly with restraint. “This is what you get when you’re so sexy for me.”

You’re shaking, trying to hold on for the last couple of spankings. Austin doesn’t get in these moods very often but when he does, you want to give him everything he asks for. You would give him the world if you could. You squeeze your eyes shut, thighs tensing, biting down on the pillow, knowing any second he’ll bring his hand down again.

And he does. And it’s hard. Harder than the past few times. Your eyes fly open, your breath stolen from your lungs.

“Peach!” you gasp out, “Peach, peach, peach.” Again and again, anything to make it stop.

“Oh baby girl,” Austin says, as he immediately releases his hold on you and pulls you into his lap, gathering you into his arms and holding you to his chest.

You grasp his t-shirt in your hand as you cling to him, his heartbeat and yours pounding in your ears - you take big, gulping breaths. He rocks you back and forth, smoothing the hair back from your face and wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he’s kissing your forehead, your eyes, your cheeks. He’s looking at you with such love and devotion and your heart feels like it might burst. You would do anything for him.

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[pearlparty]

Mundanity:  An October Sunday Morning

Austin x Reader

Summary:  A little peak into a brief moment of calm on a Sunday where Austin romanticizes his life with his favorite girl and sensually puts lotion on her legs to give him an edge in their little game of teasing.

Warnings:  Tooth rotting fluff, brief descriptions of memories of sex (not graphic), brief strong language, teasing, Austin is a simp lord, finger guns (yes this is a warning), sweater paws, they’re so in love it’s disgusting

Word Count:  5k

Note:  This is in 3rd person because it’s entirely from Austin’s POV because I love to write men who are such simps, BUT it’s technically a reader fic.  Also, the reader’s descriptions are super vague, but I did briefly mention cellulite and stretch marks because a lot of people have them and they’re not size exclusive.  Also, I’m debating making this a kind of series/collection where it’s just little snapshots of the little mundane and domestic things in life can be made special.  And it wouldn’t be for just these two since I’d love to write for his other characters and stuff.  So lmk if you’d like to see that.

Sunday mornings were a contented sigh breathed after a long and arduous week.  Tranquility seemed to seep into the apartment on the sunbeams that peaked through the blinds and bounced off the cream walls in the master bedroom.  The houseplant in the corner next to the nightstand welcomed the light, stretching towards the window with open arms, eager to start the new day with a dose of sunshine.  A soft birdsong gently coaxed the city from its slumber, almost as though its singer was saying, “A new day has begun. Relax and rise with the sun--take your time, darling.” 

Austin loved these moments.  Their serenity became an anticipated standstill in his hectic life, a chance to just… exist.  Maybe savor the little mundane moments with the love of his life on the other side of his bed.

No alarm clock, no pressing appointments.  Just greeting the day with a lazy smile as his eyes slowly opened.  Everything always seemed to be moving so fast that taking time to breathe out his dreams and lay with his thoughts for a while became a necessity to wind down from the week’s stress.  

He’d turn over slowly and peek at the breathtaking girl lying next to him.  He was never in a rush to take her in.  Even in her sleeping state—face squished against her pillow, wild hair, and the small line of drool coming from her mouth—all he wanted to do was bask in her presence.  He loved her soft snores or the way that she’d breathe out a peaceful moan and nuzzle into her pillow when repositioning in the morning, like her body was begging, “just five more minutes, please.”

Sometimes, he’d still be half asleep and reach out to hold her hand, leisurely wrapping his fingers around her tiny fist in a loose grip.  Just enough contact to let her know that he was there, but not enough to wake her up.  Usually, she’d hold his hand, too, and press a sleepy kiss to his thumb as they both fell back asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Spooning all night wasn’t as comfortable as it had been in the honeymoon phase. Romance is not always practical, no matter what the storybooks say.  It left Austin waking up with pain tingling in a dead limb, or their combined body heat under the sheets and comforter woke her in the middle of the night drenched in sweat.  

Most nights started out with their arms around each other to enjoy each other’s warmth, breaths slowing, heart beats syncing, and just before succumbing to the pull of sleep, one would press a kiss to the other before letting go, still close enough to brush against each other if they wanted.  Neither thought poorly of the other because of it--sleep’s a selfish thing and it can’t be helped that always sleeping on top of another person is slightly uncomfortable.  

Besides, little touches like entwining their pinkies or running fingers over shoulders almost meant more because, even under the spell of dreams, their souls always found a way to connect.  It was like nothing would keep them apart.  

This soft morning, however, Austin kept his hands firmly planted under his pillow and his stomach pressed to the mattress as he looked her over.  Savoring the way the mellow light caressed her features, and cherishing the way her scent clung to his skin soothed his appetite for contentment more than a simple touch ever could.  The dark gray sheets still tangled around her bare form, light fabric kissing her skin in the cool morning air creeping in through the ajar window across the room.  He could trace each and every curve of her body with his fingers if he wanted to reach out and touch her; perhaps he’d allow himself to and confirm that she really was lying in their bed and not a dream--a dream he feared he could wake from at any moment.  She was an angel gracing him with her presence, and if he dared indulge his selfish desires and graze her cheek with his hand, she might disappear, ascend back to the holier plane. 

Memories of their firsts, their most recents, and everything in between swirled around his brain.  Heat crawled up his face, igniting a light blush on his cheeks as he recalled the night before.  Flashes of hastened kisses, eager hands, and moans of praise flitted through his mind.  Oh, how he wanted to wake his love, remind her of his affections; she had him completely bewitched, willing to do anything and everything to make her happy.

Perhaps later.  Now, he’d let his angel sleep.

He pushed his body to his elbow and leaned toward her.  His lips slowly, gently, grazed over her hairline.  “I love you,” he whispered.  He lingered a second too long, too eager to touch her soft skin; she let out an untroubled sigh, rolling into his touch.  He couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not, but a smile crept to his face nonetheless.  Maybe he’d just kickstarted her journey back to reality from her dreams.  

After loosening the grip of the sheets around his bare legs, he rose from the bed, careful not to jostle the mattress and disturb her.  He padded over to the attached bathroom and the cold marbled floor tile sent a brief shock up his spine at the stark contrast to the warmth in his bed.  Running a hand through his wild curls, Austin paused to take a look at himself in the mirror after he turned on the shower.  A chuckle rumbled in his throat as his eyes wandered over the small red love bites littering his collarbones and neck, not regretting a single one.  Sure, he’d probably have to wear a sweater to avoid the endless teasing that his family would inevitably dish out at dinner tonight, but he didn’t mind having the little reminders on his chest.  They might as well have been little I Love You’s tattooed to his skin.  

He’d already showered and wrapped a towel around his waist by the time she woke.  He could see his angel’s eyes idly blinking open as he flipped on the light in their shared large walk-in closet adjacent to the steamed-up bathroom.  Austin’s tall dresser sat at the back with a variety of his toiletries--deodorant, cologne, jewelry, etc.--sitting on top.  

Despite having an only slightly smaller array of clothes in his wardrobe, he’d opted for the right side of the closet as it had fewer racks and less shelf space so she could have more room for her things even if some of the space was left barren.  He’d joked that it was just an excuse to spoil her with a shopping spree, and she laughingly insisted that she didn’t need him to buy her any more clothes because 1) she could afford it herself, and 2) she didn’t need more items in her wardrobe.

He’d ended up doing it anyway.  What?  He loved spoiling her!  Besides, he loved the way she looked in baby blue, and her wardrobe had frighteningly little of that color, so he just had to rectify that.  And what’s a baby blue wrap dress without a pair of strappy heels and some pretty lingerie to match underneath?  

The light breeze from the window cooled his wet skin, the water droplets on his shoulders stealing his body heat suddenly sending chills down his spine in a gentle reminder that autumn was in the air.  

He could hear the blankets shift in the bedroom as she stretched her rested muscles.  The yawn she let out in the master echoed off the hardwood floors.  He busied himself putting on a pair of black boxers before throwing his towel over the open closet door so it could dry. 

Just as he reached for his deodorant, a soft pair of lips slowly caressed his shoulder, a warm contrast to the chilled droplets dripping down his shoulder blades.  The same smile from earlier returned to his face when her small hands wrapped around his bicep and opposite shoulder as she peppered his muscles with gentle kisses.  

“Mornin’, baby,” he rasped, pleased with her greeting.  He loved the feeling of her lips on his skin.  Her hands slid down his back and slowly snaked around his bare waist, engulfing him in her loving embrace.  Austin could feel the soft silky fabric of her robe pressed into his body, and when he looked down, sure enough, the flowy sleeves were covering her forearms.  Dammit.  He’d thought that she’d get up in the nakedness she’d slept in and give him more of a show this morning.  His digits wound around her wrist near his belly button, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the delicate flesh.

“Mornin’,” she hummed.

“Sleep okay?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.  She was worn out by the time they finally slept in their bed--he’d made damned sure of that.  He could picture the heat rising in her cheeks as she tried to hide her small smile.  

“Mmm mhm,” she sighed.  She wasn’t fully coherent yet; it always took her a while to rouse her faculties completely.  Her hands untangled from his as she pulled away a little, allowing her fingers to graze his sides and tease the waistband of his boxers.  He craned his neck to get a better look at her over his shoulder, meeting her half lidded gaze.  

“Yeah, slept real good,” she added, the sleep lining her voice gradually sloughing off with each word.  The corner of her mouth rose to a half smile and he couldn’t determine if it was from contentment or mischief.  

Her soft touches to his back suddenly traveled lower until she pinched his ass with a chuckle.

“Hey!”  he yelped, not missing her cheeky smirk when he turned to her with a grin. Definitely mischief in her eyes, then.  What was she up to this morning?

He snatched her small figure into his arms, pressing her closely to his chest with his hands firmly around her waist, eyes raking over her robe clad form--the tie hung loosely on her hips, the purple silky fabric barely covering her breasts and convening just below her belly button. 

“Watch it, young lady,” he playfully chastised.  Her head cocked to the side, eyebrow quirked up, and before he knew it her hands were on his butt again with a gentle squeeze before settling at the bottom of his spine.  That brought a full laugh to his chest.  “Is that all I am to you?  A piece of ass?”

“Mmm, yeah,” she giggled.  He couldn’t help but roll his eyes and plant a kiss on her nose.  Contentment swelled in his chest--nothing could possibly ruin this moment, ass objectification and all.  His heart made a silent plea to the universe:  please stop time and let us freeze this moment forever.  Let us frame it and put it on our mantle and revisit on cold nights and melancholy mornings.  All of the mundanity of waking up and getting ready together… it pleased him to no end, gifted from the gods.  He took a mental screenshot of it all:  the lighting, the cool air, the soft silk beneath his fingertips, her mussed hair, the way her eyes sparkled with a little sleep lingering in the corners, and her soft kissable lips smiling up at him.  

Her hand trailed lightly across his side and stomach before softly caressing the marks she’d left last night, clearly proud of her handiwork--or would it be mouth-iwork?  A quiet sigh left his lips as she delicately pressed an agonizingly unhurried kiss to a love bite on his clavicle.  She maintained her pace and made her way up to plant another one to his pulse.  His grip on her hips tightened marginally, but she seemed to take notice and it only spurred her on.  

He sucked in a breath, eyes closing to better focus on her touch.  She raised up on her toes to press one more to his jawbone right below his ear, her hand settling at the base of his throat just above his collarbones.  It was a gentle touch, not an ounce of pressure applied.  To anyone else, her hand rested there to provide balance while on her tiptoes, but he knew better.  It was heavenly.  A low hum reverberated in his chest at the contact.  

Yes, please, keep going, darlin’.  

Her satin lips ghosted along his jawline, stopping just short of his own mouth.  His eyes fluttered open.  Her other hand made its way from his back to his face at a leisurely pace before her thumb grazed over his supple lower lip and lightly gripped his chin.  She pulled him closer to her ever so slightly, and he prepared to meet her halfway with a kiss when she suddenly halted his advances with a firm, albeit gentle, push at the base of his neck.  

“Mm.  I’m gonna go take a shower,” her eyes shot down to his lips, her sensual body language contradicting the nonchalance in her voice as though she wasn’t just barely feeling him up and working him into a tizzy.  

His sweet, innocent little angel had swapped out her harp and halo for a pitchfork and horns.

Oh, so we’re teasing now, huh?  She dropped back down to her regular height, retracting her hands and leaving Austin hanging.  “I feel positively filthy after last night.”  Her salacious tone dripped over him like honey, and he chewed on his lip.  

Yeah, she definitely wasn’t wearing her halo now.  That devilish look told him everything he needed to know:  she wanted to ditch the innocence and wings and do a little sinning.

“Filthy, huh?” he shot back, just as insinuating.  She threw him a wink when she started strutting away.  Before she could get too far, he brought his hand down and gave her ass a quick swat, sending a smirk of his own in her direction.  She giggled at the contact as she sauntered out of the closet, aware of his eyes burning along her curves.  Accentuating the sway in her delicious hips just a little more to keep his attention--she knew exactly how to drive him mad.  

Her manicured fingers scraped down the door frame as she finally left his sight, but, like a show girl leaving the stage, she teased her audience by theatrically tossing her robe in front of the closet door, leaving everything to his raunchy imagination.

Little devil.  He shook his head and chewed on his cheek with a chuckle.  They both loved the game, the chase, and light teasing had quickly become one of their favorite ways to keep each other on their toes.  They loved to sprinkle it between mundane tasks.  One moment would be completely innocent, and then sexually charged for a split second before settling back to normal.  It wasn’t so much that they’d dismiss the moment as it was that neither would openly acknowledge it--there’d be plenty of time for that later.  The build-up was part of the fun.

The low roar of the water cascading from the showerhead and hitting the tiled floor pulled him from his thoughts and signaled him to actually get ready for the day.  He settled on a navy jumper over a white tee and jeans to accommodate the October weather.  The sleeves were a little long on him, which was mildly surprising considering his long lanky limbs, but he didn’t mind.  The closely knit fabric draped comfortably over his arms in a loose fit that made it feel homier and more autumnal, even if they did engulf his palms.  His fingers were long enough, anyway, that it didn’t really cause a problem for him.  

He ran a hand through his hair as he padded into the bathroom again where he could hear a light melody coming from the shower.  She often hummed subconsciously when completing simple mindless tasks.  

Ah, he thought, ‘must be a hair-washing and leg-shaving day.  

She continued her light humming as he brushed his teeth, leaning into the white countertop as he hovered over the sink.  He recognized the tune, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  Where had he heard it before?  His brow furrowed as he tried to place it, following the melody’s notes and beat with his head.  Suddenly, it dawned on him.  

“Are you singing the song from the Chick Fil A commercials?” he laughed out, minty suds still frothing on his tongue.  Her musical giggle echoed off the tile and sent a spark of warmth to his chest. 

“It’s stuck in my head!” she confirmed before wordlessly continuing the same series of notes and pauses.  He spits and rinses the white bubbles from his toothbrush.

“I thought the cottage cheese one was your favorite,” he teased, recalling the time he’d caught her absentmindedly singing it to herself in the bread aisle at the store.  

Without hesitation, she proceeded to belt the jingle.  

“Only Daisy’s Cottage Cheese will do!” she sang the phrase twice, and he couldn’t hold back his snicker. “Satisfying and fresh, so creamy and delish!” 

 “Noooooo!” he dramatically lamented, cheeks hurting from his grin, as he grabbed the mousse from the drawer to style his hair--it’s so unruly when he doesn’t put product in it.

“It’s gonna be stuck in my head all day now!” he jested as he spread the mousse on his hands.  

Even with the frosted shower door obscuring her naked form, he knew she was doing a little dance as she got to the last line, drawing out the last note in a satisfying finish with another light giggle as he raked the product through his curls.  “Only Daisy’s Cottage Cheese!”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, ya know that?”  he chuckled again.

“Oh, c’mon you love it!”  

“Hm. Suuuurrrreeee.”

Truth is, he did.  Not the jingles--he hated that they’d always pop into his head at the most inconvenient times and he wouldn’t be able to get rid of them for hours.  But he loved how she teased him and made him laugh.  He loved listening to her voice, even if it wasn’t always perfectly on-key with the songs.  He loved laughing with her.  She really was his best friend, and if that meant enduring a few annoying jingles, then so be it.  Not that he’d tell her that--she’d never let him hear the end of it.  Then again, knowing him, he’d probably love that, too.

God, he was so whipped.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of them as he manipulated his wavy locks to look presentable, allowing a couple stray strands to coil and fall loose on his forehead in a Superman curl.  After wiping his fingers of the product, he pulled his hand over his chin and the faint goatee he’d been sporting over the past couple days.  Was it time for a shave?  It was getting a little longer than he normally kept it, but he found that the look was, if you’ll pardon the pun, growing on him.  He grabbed his electric razor from the drawer and ran it over the hair, deciding it best to trim it just a little to a short manageable stubble.  He pulled back to admire his work.  

Yeah, he looked good.  A bit of pride inflated his ego--more than it probably should have, but he’d never admit it. Maybe it was just because he woke up happy on a beautiful morning with his gorgeous girl and some light teasing after a night of mind-blowing sex.  Who wouldn’t be on top of the world?

His finger guns shot himself in the mirror with a wink as he clicked his tongue.  

Yeah, I still got it.

A snort sounded behind him, and he quickly dropped his hands as saw his lover stepping out of the shower with her hand covering her mouth to prevent her full laugh from escaping.  He hadn’t even noticed her turn off the water and wrap the towel around her torso.

Oh, damn.    

Ego: deflated.  

Heat flooded his cheeks, crawling into his ears and setting them ablaze.  Suddenly, his jumper almost felt a little too warm.  There was no salvaging the situation. He’d been caught doing the most uncool thing a person could do, so he settled on sending her a sheepish grin and clasping his hands in front of him.  Quite awkwardly.

“Oh my god,” she started, a laugh edging its way into her voice, “I can’t believe you just did that!”  she giggled, shaking her head with a sweet sigh.  “Oh, you’re absolutely adorable.”  She quickly added the last part, eyes taking in his slowly relaxing stance.  

“Yeah, I guess you can say I’m the epitome of cool.” He ran his hand over the nape of his now burning neck.  Better to laugh it off with some sarcasm than to do nothing.

“Oh definitely,” she affirmed as she turned away, passing gracefully into the closet and leaving him with his embarrassment.

He spared himself another tentative glance in the mirror, a quiet chuckle bubbling up his throat.  He shrugged it off, taking a couple minutes to adjust his sweater and the gold necklace under it before heading back to the master bedroom.

He didn’t expect to lean on the doorframe or watch her for so long, but he’d become so enamored with the scene before him that he couldn’t tear his eyes away.  

She sat on their bed, towel discarded and traded in for her underwear:  a blue bra and panty set from their shopping spree.  Droplets from her wet hair dusted her shoulders as she leaned over to grab her beige bottle of lotion, depositing a few pumps of it into her palm.  She’d just spread it on her hands and began rubbing it over her forearms and shoulders when she made eye contact with him through her lashes.  

“You gonna keep leering at me and leaning on the door like a slut, or is there something I can do for you?”  she baited, a smirk lining her lips.  The lightness in her tone let him know she didn’t mind--if anything, this was another way for her to goad him into some kind of trap where she’d leave him hanging again.  

Not this time.

“No, but there’s something I can do for you,” he said casually, pulling his lips between his teeth as he stalked towards her, not breaking eye contact.  Her hands stuttered their circular motions on her triceps.  She raised her brows, expecting him to follow up his statement with some kind of action. 

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the lotion.  She furrowed her brow for a moment as her eyes flitted from the bottle, back to him, then down at her legs briefly before the realization hit her.  She glanced up to meet his eyes as she nodded.

“Go ahead, Mr. Finger Guns.”  He looked down and shook his head with a grin.

“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hm.”

He sank to his knees and settled to the floor at her feet, slowly dragging the back of his index finger up her shin and over knee as he reached for the lotion.  He’d nearly put a dollop of the creamy stuff on his hands when--

“Oh hold on,”  she said abruptly, reaching out to his wrists and tugging at the navy sleeves nearly swallowing his hands.  “You’re going to get it all over your sweater!”  Her nimble fingers folded the sleeves back once, twice into a neat cuff.  The proper length a sleeve should be.  “There.”  She patted his wrists before setting hers back on the bed.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured.  His ocean eyes flicked up to hers momentarily for permission as he picked up the lotion again, and when she nodded, he put a few pumps on his hands before turning his attention to the work at hand.  

Gingerly, he took her left ankle in his hand, spreading the moisturizer over the back of her freshly shaved calf, his fingers splaying over the skin and applying just enough pressure to spread the satiny salve and massage the muscle simultaneously.  

He leaned forward with a feather light kiss to the inside of her knee before slipping his left hand over it toward her hip.  Her breath hitched and he had to hold back a smirk.  She wasn’t the only one who knew how to put on a show.

His right hand slid up the back of her leg as the other one guided her knee over his shoulder, the movement reminiscent of last night.  He knew it and she knew it--he could tell by the nearly imperceptible shudder in her breath.  His eyes fell shut on their own accord as he brushed his cheekbone up the soft flesh of her knee and inner thigh as his hands roamed the expanse of her skin.  

He easily recalled her whiny pleas, the way she rolled her hips into his face and pulled his hair, and her taste on his tongue with his name falling from hers in a prayer.  For a brief moment, he debated doing it all again:  giving in to the sinful thoughts running rampant through his head and ending their little game earlier than expected.

But where’s the fun in that?

Instead, he languidly kissed his way down to her ankle and put a respectful distance between them.  Clearing the sexually charged air for only a moment seemed necessary as he resupplied from the bottle and repeated the sensual process on her other leg.  

Just as slow.  Just as intimate.  

When he reached her knee, he spared a glance up at his lover, hoping for some flash of pleasure to cross her features as she looked to the heavens in bliss, a smile, a sigh, a gasp--any morsel of praise that he could greedily drink down and guard close to his heart.  Instead, he met her adoring gaze, which was just as delicious.  His soft smile met hers.  A tiny palm cupped his cheek, and again his eyes fell shut as he leaned into her soft touch, enjoying the way her thumb tenderly brushed over his skin.  

He pressed his lips into the inside of her wrist with as much devotion and endearment he had in his old, romantic, smitten soul. I love you, he nuzzled each word into her skin, praying she could feel him branding the phrase into his lips and sealing it with a kiss.  I love you, I love you, I love you.  

His fingers continued their work kneading circles into the meat of her thigh, over the almost indiscernible hills and valleys that he didn’t know were cellulite, exploring the entirety of her skin.  Despite knowing each and every curve by heart, he wanted to map every inch of her--each scar, stretch mark, mole, and freckle.  Again and again and again.  

Right up to the hem of her panties, that is. 

He pulled away from her reluctantly, his hands trailing back down to her ankles before he went back to the bottle for just a little more.  The way her eyes kept flicking over his kneeling form and how she subconsciously gnawed on her lower lip was not lost on him.  Good, that meant he was doing his job right.

He held her gaze intently as he closed the distance between them, his fingers splaying their way over her hips--he took the moment to gently lean her back, teasing her with the close proximity of their lips, but keeping her pressed into the mattress.  His touch traveled across her stomach, her waist, and her sides, his thumbs grazing just barely beneath the band of her bra.  She squirmed underneath him, sliding her hands up his shoulders and to the nape of his neck, a fire sparking in her eyes.  

Maybe he’d indulge a little after all.

Her lips were magnetic:  beckoning him in slowly before colliding with a passion that left him unable to pull away.  As they kissed with practiced perfection, he allowed his slick hand to graze over her decolletage for a fleeting moment.  It found its home at the base of her neck, his long fingers wrapping around and his thumb gently pressing the remaining lotion on his hands into her skin with a back-and-forth motion.  

She breathed a sigh into his mouth, chasing his lips a little as he pulled away.  His tall body still hovered over her small one, trapping her between him and the bed.  A small smile graced her mouth, her eyes scanning over his face.  Happy, content.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”  he asked quietly, still stroking the skin on her neck.  

“Just you.”  She brought her hand up to his hair, threading her digits through the curls in a loose hold.  “Why?  You thinking about something, too?”

He breathed out a laugh.  “You really wanna know?”  his voice dipped lower, almost a whisper, throwing in just a little of the southern drawl he knew she loved.  “You sure?”

Her eyes flitted to his lips again as she chewed on her lower lip.  He lowered himself down to her ear achingly slow.  He could feel her chest rise and fall a little faster, each breath just a little shallower than the last.  He had her right where he wanted her.  

“Only Daisy’s Cottage Cheese will do!” 

She rolled her eyes and playfully scoffed, “Oh, fuck off!”  

“I told you it was going to get stuck in my head!”  he laughed as he stood up, pulling her with him.  He permitted himself another moment of soaking up her presence, tangling their fingers together and kissing her knuckles.

A blush crept into her cheeks and she bashfully avoided his adoring eyes by fiddling with his makeshift cuffs.  She pulled her hands free of his and unfolded his sleeves, allowing the fabric to fall loosely around his hands again.

“I like it like this.  It’s just…” she met his gaze again, her hand pressing gently into his chest and playing with his loose collar.  “It’s adorable.”

That signature smirk spread on her mouth when she spoke again.  “Plus, it’s long enough to keep you from doing anymore finger guns.”  

“It was one time!”

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[floralcyanide]

hii can you please do a scenario/fic with austin! elvis or actual elvis where you're sitting in his lap doing his eyeliner? it can be fluff, smut, whatever but i will literally worship the ground you walk on and gift you my firstborn 🥰✨

Jet Black - Austin Butler!Elvis NSFW Blurb

>> hello anon! thanks for the request B) this will be my first time writing for Austin Butler!Elvis so I’m excited!! the whole eyeliner idea is just,,, I’m weak at the knees rn. anyway,, without further ado!! (reader is gender-neutral, also reader is shorter than Elvis obviously because he’s v tall) also I'm sorry this is kinda short!!

pairing: Austin Butler!Elvis x reader

warnings: light smut, nsfw, 18+ only please, (minors dni!!), lap sitting, the works.

word count: 1172

send me requests in my ask box please!!

Elvis stared intensely into his reflection in the mirror while trying his best to hype himself up. He was standing in the main area of the motel room with every light on after struggling to apply his notable eyeliner with the bathroom’s dim lighting. He had decided that the lighting was why he had such a hard time with his reasonably simple look. Luckily, there was still quite some time before the performance, so Elvis was focused on getting the look right. Meanwhile, you were sitting on the chair, flicking through a magazine and glancing up at your boyfriend now and then. After a few moments of silence, your attention was caught by a low growl as Elvis frustratedly rubbed away the messy liner for the umpteenth time. Sighing, you stood up and walked over to where he stood in his eye-catching pink pants and black shirt.

“Honey, do you need help with this?” you smiled sweetly at him, softly taking the eyeliner pencil from his fingers before he could protest.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with this damned eyeliner,” he mumbled, facing away from the mirror in defeat.

“Maybe it’s not the eyeliner,” you said, drawing a straight black line across the top of your hand with the pencil, “Maybe you’re just nervous.”

“Nervous?” Elvis scoffed, turning back to the mirror and running his hands over his hair.

You rolled your eyes. It was just like him to act like nothing was wrong, but you saw right through it like always. This was his first performance after That’s Alright Mama hit the radio stations, so it was a big deal for him. It was normal for him to be nervous, but your boyfriend was truly anything but normal.

“I’ll be right back,” you kissed his cheek, giving him the eyeliner to hold while you head to the bathroom.

Rummaging through your makeup bag, you found your makeup remover and some cotton balls before walking back to the living room. As you approached Elvis, he had once again tried and failed his eyeliner. 

“Babe, let me try?” you suggested, pushing some hair out of his face before he got more aggravated. 

“Alright, darlin’,” he said defeatedly.

You took some makeup remover and applied it to the cotton ball, softly running it over Elvis’ eyelids to take off the awfully smudged eyeliner, “There. Now we have a clean slate.”

Taking the pencil from him once again, you started to apply the eyeliner, except you couldn’t get close enough because he was so much taller than you. You frowned, standing on your tip-toes, still trying to reach his eyes. Elvis even leaned down with a chuckle to try and help you.

“You know what, how about you sit down, and I try to do it that way,” you motioned to where you were previously sitting. 

Elvis did as told, walking over to the chair and taking a seat as he waited for you to walk over to him. He didn’t expect what you did next, however. You stood before him and pressed your knee into the cushion next to his thigh. Balancing your hands on Elvis’ shoulders, you did the same with your other knee on the other side of his lap. You then sat on his thighs with no problem, leaning in close to his face to begin the eyeliner.

Elvis cleared his throat as a nervous laugh bubbled up his chest, “Well, that’s one way to do it.”

His legs were spread slightly, so you had to put your center weight on his pelvis, much to his enjoyment. The pink skirt you were wearing to match his outfit was pooled around you perfectly. Unfortunately, Elvis could only relish in the sight for a moment before you made him close his eyes. He tried his hardest not to move his eyelids as you carefully slid the pencil across the delicate skin. The feeling of you pressing all of your weight on him, the softness of your movements, and the warmth of your hand on his jaw to hold his face still was very overwhelming. He needed to move a little. Elvis was never one to hold completely still. He moves his hips slightly, not completely thinking about how it’d feel with you in his lap. 

Your careful eyeliner precision ceased for a moment when your boyfriend’s clothed crotch made contact with yours briefly. Your eyes widened a little at the feeling, and Elvis opened his eyes when he realized you had stopped applying the makeup. 

“Everything okay, darlin’?” he asked quietly, his lips in close proximity to yours.

Your gaze never left his, “Yeah, everything is fine,” you exhaled, repositioning yourself a little, once again causing some friction.

Elvis shut his eyes instantly as his hands flew to your hips to still your movements. The feeling of his fingers pressing into your sides caused warmth to spread across your body. Feeling bold, you put all of your weight onto his bulge, leaning forward to finish the eyeliner while pressing yourself into him. Elvis dug his fingers deeper into your skirt-covered flesh as the urge to buck his hips became stronger as each second passed. Despite the physical position you were in with your boyfriend, you had the determination to finish the eyeliner. But you wanted to tease him a little more while you did so.

You moved your hips into a circular motion very slowly, biting your lip as you gauged Elvis’ reaction underneath you. His hips begin moving in the same fashion, matching your movements.

“I’m almost done, baby,” you say nonchalantly, biting back a moan as you focused on finishing the smudging of the liner around his eyes, “Can you open your eyes?”

Elvis opens his eyes, his pupils blown and lids heavy as he stares at you. The black makeup around his eyes adds intensity to his stare. You timidly wipe a finger underneath his eyes to finish the look, your other hand still holding his jaw. 

“Finished,” you said, not moving away from his face.

Moving his hands from your hips to your face, Elvis pulls you closer as his lips meet yours feverishly. Both of you were still swiveling your hips at a slow pace, and now that you didn't have to worry about poking his eye out, you moved more freely. He took the opportunity to bite at your bottom lip as you gasped at the feeling of his growing bulge pressing into your core. The two of you were rudely interrupted when the clock began striking, signaling that the two of you needed to get ready to leave for the gig.

You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss but kept your face close to Elvis’.

“Time to go,” you frowned, “But at least your eyeliner looks good.”

He hummed in agreement as he slowly lifted you off of his lap, “Thanks to you, baby,” He kisses you once more before walking over to the mirror to readjust himself for what would be his first great performance. 

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[keep-on-burnin]

Tranquility

here’s a cute little one shot I wrote! austin makes me want to combust🥹 Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, unedited cause I’m lazy (sorry), other than that it’s just some fluffy goodness<3

the sun had melted into the horizon, leaving behind a blanket of black velvet covered in stars. The dim moonlight shone through the windows of yours and Austin’s home. glasses filled with red wine accompanied by the half empty bottle sat on the glass coffee table in front of where you laid comfortably on Austin’s chest. Casablanca played on TV, but you could barely hear Humphrey Bogart over the soft beating of Austin’s heart. It was slow and calm as it thumped against your ear; his chest rising and falling with his laboured breaths. It was nights like these that you cherished the most.

Tonight Austin wasn’t slaving away on set until the early hours of the morning. He was comfortably sprawled out on the couch with his lover in his arms, a slight buzz zipping through him from the two glasses of wine he had drank. These nights were yours and Austin’s definition of tranquility. Pure bliss.

You slightly maneuvered your head so you could admire Austin’s features. His face was illuminated by the TV as he inventively watched the film he had already watched a million times. His bright blue eyes were darker than normal, considering the only sources of light in your living room were the television and the moon. His plump pink lips were pulled into a soft and content smile. You had truly never seen a man more beautiful than him.

“what are ya looking at?” Austin hummed, bringing you back to reality. You brought your hand that was laid on his chest up to his cheek, resting it there as you slowly rubbed your thumb back and forth along his soft skin.

“you” you simply responded with, a smile growing on your face to match Austin’s.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” you comment again as your thumb makes its way from his cheek bone down to his lips. His eyes always sparkled when he looked at you. To him, you were the most beautiful person to have ever walked the earth. He was totally whipped for you, and he loved it.

His hand that was once resting against your lower back moved up to your hair, where he gently pushed some of your long bangs behind your ear. From there, it moved to rest on your cheek, or rather almost the whole left side of your face.

“thank you honey, but your prettier” Austin drawled, his southern accent sticking out like a sore thumb. You loved it though.

In that moment, time seemed to have stopped. Your eyes bored into his until they flickered down to glance at his lips, which had a small smirk laying across them. You barely had to move to capture his lips in yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, the reminiscence of the wine still sitting in his tongue.

He pulled away slowly, keeping your face close to his by leaning his for head against yours.

“I love you, darlin” he whispered lowly. His long lashes laid against his cheeks as his eyes were still closed, trying to lock away this memory for those long nights on set when he couldn’t be with you. You closed your eyes as well, focusing on the way his leisured breaths fanned across your lips.

“I love you too, aus” you whisper back, reconnecting your lips in another passionate kiss. this moment was the definition of tranquility.

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[scrambled-eggs-y]

Swimming in the Rain

Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 545

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: Hello my dears! I am back from my mini break as I had a lot of work and exams, but I'm now able to make some time writing fics. Stay tuned! Glad to be back! <3

Dark clouds formed in the sky while you and your boyfriend chilled in the backyard by the pool.

“Babe, I think it’s going to rain. Maybe we should head inside?” You spoke to your boyfriend as you looked up at the sky. A water droplet fell on the tip of your nose causing you to flinch slightly. Not a second later, a big splash was heard behind you, soaking you completely. You turned around in shock to see your boyfriend's head popping out of the water. 

“What? Never swam in the rain before?” He teased you, grinning at your expression.

“Austin. Robert. Butler. I’m going to kill you!” You yelled at him as you approached the edge of the pool, scolding him for his childish actions.

“Come on, you're already wet. What’s a little rain gonna do?” He asked, moving his arms around sloshing the water. It started raining harder. He swam up to where you were standing and reached his hand out.

“It’ll be fun, baby. Just jump in.” He said softly, staring up at you. His gaze spoke on its own - a million words every time - and you loved that about him. You eased into the pool and jumped into his arms.

At this point it was downpouring, but he was right, this was fun. Your arms locked around his neck and Austin proceeded to twirl you around the pool. Rain hit your bodies, laughter filled the air. The pool's surface rippled with each drop of rain creating a feeling like you’d never felt before. It was unusual, not like waves crashing against you in an ocean. It created a sensation that made you feel like you had crossed to another dimension: otherworldly and out of place. Your head floated above the water as you felt the water rippling around you. When your boyfriend caressed your cheek, you opened your eyes, seeing his hair smoothed from the rain with droplets falling from the strands. He looked at you softly with a lovesick expression.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” He asked with a chuckle, bringing your head up and out of the water.

“Oh, just you.” You sighed and looked off at the other side of the pool, knowing it would toy with him. You felt his hand on your chin as he brought your gaze back to his.

“Yeah, did you think about this?” His fingers grazed your bottom lip and locked his eyes on yours, all the while awaiting his next move. He moved his head lower, just enough for you to tilt your head up and meet his warm lips. They were a safe haven that sent shivers through your body. He released his lips from yours to catch his breath.

You blinked to regain a sense of yourself and answered his question. “No, but I am now.” 

You smiled at him as he dragged you in for another kiss, his hand at the back of your head. The both of you crashed into the water at his sudden movement, lips not once parting. The water and his arms wrapped around your body giving you the comfort it heavily longed for in the cold rain. Smiling into the kiss, you both resurfaced and held each other while the rain kept falling.

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[romantiqueofthemind]

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[butlervol6]

positive | dad(to be) austin x reader

previous part here!!

pairing: austin x fem!reader

summary: trying for a baby isn’t always easy, especially when you keep getting negative tests. austin and reader remind themselves, and each other, to keep positive over the course of the first few months of trying. 

warnings/notes: negative pregancy tests, mild sadness/crying, mentions of periods, very mildly suggestive at one point, and tw for v*mitting!! im finally back!!! i missed you all so much, my life has actually been insane the last few months and it seems like im finally catching a break so i can write again. im so so thankful for all the love and support on my writing so far and im so excited to finally get this part out for yall! ENJOY PT 3!!!!

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You knew when you started trying to get pregnant that it could be a long process. As someone who could be easily disappointed you knew it was important to prepare yourself and, before you got the first negative test, you thought that you had adequately done so. 

month 1-September 2021

It was the day before your period was due to start at the beginning of November, the first time taking a test after you and Austin had begun trying to get pregnant. Austin was sitting on the couch downstairs, strumming absentmindedly on his guitar while an old movie played on the tv, when you quietly closed and locked the ensuite bathroom door. You had just come back from brunch with a couple friends, also stopping on the way home to pick up a box of pregnancy tests, and told Austin you were just ‘running upstairs to change’ so he wouldn’t suspect anything. Before taking the test, you closed your eyes and internally reminded yourself not to get your hopes up, though you could still feel the buzz of excited anticipation. After taking the test, setting it on the counter and washing your hands, you allowed your mind to wander. You imagined how excited Austin would be when you showed him the test and how you would reveal to the world that you were going to be parents. You turned to the side to gaze at your stomach in the mirror, imagining a bump containing your tiny growing baby. 

When the timer finally beeped, you were quick to pick up the test, expecting to be faced with two bold red lines. When there was only one, you immediately felt the disappointment set it. You tried turning the test side to side, using your phone flashlight—anything to try and identify the missing line. After a couple of minutes,  it was clear that the test was negative and your sadness hit like a freight train. 

Tears freely flowed down your face and you knew that the only way to feel better would be to talk about it with Austin. For this reason, you decided to just head downstairs and find comfort in your blissfully unaware husband, still strumming on his guitar. 

“Baby, come ‘ere. What’s wrong?” He quickly placed his guitar to the side and opened his arms, which you immediately fell into.

“I wanted to surprise you because I thought it would be positive but it wasn’t.” You sniffle with your head tucked into his neck, pulling the test from your pocket and holding it out to him. He takes it, glancing at it and quickly setting it aside, pulling you even closer. His arms were warm and tight around your frame, “I’m just disappointed.”

He maneuvers your head from his neck, brushing your hair out of your face and kissing both your cheeks, “It’s okay to be disappointed, I’m sorry I wasn’t with you when you took it. Just try to remember that this is just the first test baby.” You nod at him, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks, 

“I know, I know. I just really thought I was so it took me off guard.” You blow out a breath before continuing, “It’s just not the right time, when it is then it’ll happen.” Austin smiles lovingly at you, tilting your face up to place a gentle kiss on your lips,

“Exactly. We just need to keep positive in the meantime.” You smile back at him, his encouraging words making you feel better. “Plus, this just means we get to keep trying. Don’t you love trying? I know I do.” He squeezes your hip and leans in to leave sloppy kisses along the skin of your neck and chest. You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck to pull him harder against you. You feel his lips pull into a smile momentarily against your skin before continuing to mark you,

All you can manage before you pull him up and crash your lips against his is, “Well, that, mister, is a great point.”

month 3- December 2021

It was a few days before Christmas and you were, understandably, stressed. Last minute shopping, baking, wrapping and packing for visiting Austin’s family over the holidays filled your days. It was as you were putting the last tray of gingerbread cookies in the oven that Austin entered the kitchen, your phone in his hand and his hair still wet from his shower,

“Here darlin’,” He hands you the phone, fluidly reaching around you to press start on the oven timer for the cookies and kiss the side of your head, “It was vibrating on the bathroom counter, figured it was important.”

You took the phone, thanking your husband, and tapped the screen to check your notifications. There was a text from Austin’s sister confirming holiday plans, a couple of emails you noted to go delete later and a message from your period tracker app. Since trying to get pregnant you had been using the tracker more than ever, for figuring out when you are ovulating and also when to test. After the last two months of negatives you had neglected to check your app as much, meaning that you didn’t really know where in your cycle you were. 

You unlocked your phone, opening the app to check the notification, and were met with a pop-up stating that you were three days late–a notification you had set up when you and Austin decided to start trying but had never recieved in the months previous. You were momentarily taken off guard, reaching back to grip the counter top you were leaning against. Austin, still in the kitchen, glanced over at you,

“What’s goin’ on?” He stood from his seat at the kitchen island, coming to stand next to you and peers at your phone, “Oh–does that mean…?” You look up, meeting his eyes. You can tell there is an excitement in them so you choose your words carefully, 

“I–uh, I’m not really sure. I mean I’ve been late before and not been pregnant…and I have been stressed with everything going on so it could just be that.” He listens intently to your words, his thumb and finger pinching and prodding at his bottom lip anxiously,  “But, I could test just so we know for sure?” His eye light up at your suggestion, nodding enthusiastically. You softly smile at him, “Alright, but I need to finish baking and I really should finish packing and we also have a few more gifts to wra–” Austin grasps your face between his hands, 

“Baby, it’s okay. We can do it whenever you’re ready.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, pulling back and smiling at you before busying himself with cleaning up your baking mess. You can’t help at smile to yourself, taken with just how kind and caring your husband always is. 

                                                             …

After hours of doing the many tasks that needed completing, you finally had a free moment to take the pregnancy test with Austin. He leaned against the counter, reading from the large instructional booklet in his hands from the pregnancy test box–as if you hadn’t taken many before– when you entered the ensuite bathroom. Without looking up, he held out the unwrapped test to you. You took it from him, ripping the package open and threw it in the trash. Austin still hadn’t looked up, fully engrossed in his reading,

“Love, you do know there isn’t going to be a quiz? You don’t need to memorize everything on that paper.” He looked up at this comment and regarded you with faux annoyance,

“Ha Ha, you think you’re so funny hm?” You nodded at him, a smug smile on your face, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile. As much as you were teasing him about it, you found it endearing that he was so interested. “Alright, now go pee.” He gestured toward the test in your hand. It was your turn to laugh at him and his bold declaration, making your way to the toilet while he went back to his reading,

“Okay okay, I’m going you impatient man.” You pulled down your leggings, sitting down and uncapping the test, watching as Austin went right back to the place he had left off in the booklet. You shook your head at him and began to reach the test between your legs when you caught sight of a familiar red stain. You had felt pain in your back for a couple of hours but assumed it was because you had been on your feet all day doing chores, not because you had–finally– started your period. You thought you would be disappointed but instead you felt a laugh bubble up and out before you could stop it, “Um…Aus?”

“What baby?” He looked over at you, immediately noticing the crimson against the light pink fabric of your underwear. Surprisingly, he too chuckled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest, “That’s just our luck isn’t it?” He reached under the sink, grabbing you a tampon and an extra pair of underwear from the stash you kept with your period supplies to hand to you. You were momentarily surprised that he wasn’t at all disappointed and couldn’t help but vocalize that,

“You’re not upset?” You began cleaning yourself up, still sat on the toilet and, if it had been anyone else, you would’ve felt strange having such casual conversation while you were doing so. But not with Austin, who replied just as casually,

“Well, I mean maybe a little. But, like I said the first time, it’s just not the time yet. It will be soon enough, and until then I’m gonna keep positive for you and us.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss before he began to back out of the room with the promise of snacks, a movie and cuddles downstairs once you were cleaned up.

month 5- Februray 2022

By the fifth month, you and Austin had managed to completely eliminated the pressure, and therefore the possibility of disappointment, off of trying to get pregnant. You had both fully come to terms with the idea that your timeline being altered wouldn’t really matter in the long run, either way you would eventually have a child and the time it took to get there would never cross your minds again. Because of this, you decided the month prior that you would stop testing before your period was due to begin as it created more upset than it was worth. If you ended up not being pregnant that month then the arrival of your period would alert you, not a negative test. 

Today was the last day before your period was supposed to arrive for the month and it was the least stressed you had felt since September. Instead of worrying all day about the impending test you would have to take, you were able to bask in the excitement of the first Elvis trailer dropping with your husband. There were phone calls and FaceTimes with Baz, cast and crew, who Austin had become close to during the process, celebrating the positive reception and palpable excitement from the public. This led into days of preliminary, general conversations with managers and agents around press tours and public appearances for the following months. You were so engrossed in it all, excitement buzzing through you as you sat in zoom and phone meetings hand-in-hand with Austin. You, and he, had been so caught up in it all the excitement that a week and a half slipped away without so much as a second thought from either of you. This was until you were making dinner one night and suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

At first you just made your way over to the fridge and got yourself a glass of water, thinking you had just been too busy that day and neglected to keep yourself properly hydrated–a somewhat common occurrence you had been actively trying to work on changing. You swallowed one mouthfull of the cold water and immediately felt your stomach turn, slapping a hand over your mouth and running to the first floor bathroom. Barely making it inside, you double over and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Austin, having heard the commotion, enters the bathroom,

“Oh my poor girl.” He gently pulls your hair away from your face and rubs a hand along your back. After a few minutes of retching, the nausea passes and you sit down. You lean back against Austin’s legs as he stands behind you, closing your eyes. You hear the sink turn on and off before feeling a cool cloth touch the heated skin of first, your forehead, and then arms, “Think it’s passed now or do you still feel sick?” You open your eyes and look up at him, his pretty blue eyes meeting yours,

“I think I’m done for now. Can you help me stand up?.” He places the cloth he was dragging along your skin down before gently lifting you up. You lean heavily on him, skin still feeling slightly heated and prickily as the last of the nausea still lingers, and he carefully manuvers you to stand in front of the sink. You reach for your toothbrush, about to put it in your mouth but stopping to ask, “Can you get my mug from under the sink so I can rince my mouth? I don’t think I can bend over.” He nods, leaving a hand on your waist as he squats down and opens the undersink cabinet. You brush your teeth quickly, just to get the taste out of your mouth, spitting out the toothpaste when you finish. He finds your mug, placing it on the counter and is about to stand up when when you feel him freeze,

“Baby?” He stands up abruptly, bumping you slightly, causing you to wince from the movement of your body and your weak stomach, “Oh my god, how late are you?” He holds up the box of tampons you had stashed under the sick after purchasing them a couple weeks ago in preparation for your period–the period that was supposed to start over a week ago. You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, wiping the reminisce of toothpaste from your mouth with the back of your hand and quickly doing the math, before you ask him,

“Do we have any tests left?” He exits the bathroom without responding, heading upstairs to look for the box of tests in your bedroom. Left on your own, you look at yourself in the mirror, searching for any early indicator that you might actually be pregnant. You study your face and your frame, even lifting up your shirt and turning to side just like you did the first month, but, obviously, nothing looks different. 

Austin reenters the room moments later, pregnancy test box in hand and everything happens so fast. The time it takes for you to take the two remaining tests, place them on the sink and set the three minute timer feels like it passes in the blink of an eye. The anxiety is thick in the air as Austin wraps himself around your from behind, rocking the two of you softly side to side with his arms tight around you and his head tucked into your neck, waiting for your three minute timer to beep. You hold tightly onto his arm that’s slung across your chest, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 

After the longest, most silent, three minutes of your life, your phone loudly signals the time is up and you jump. You feel Austin blow out a breath against you before lifting his head and looking at you through the mirror on the wall in front of you,

“Do you want to look or should I?” You turn around in his arms, carding a hand through his hair for a moment, studying his face, before kissing him softly. When you pull away you don’t answer his question right away, instead you say,

“Positive, right? We just need to keep being positive and everything will be okay, right?” Tears prick the corners of your eyes, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and needing reassurance. You can see his eyes get glassy before he pulls you into a crushing hug, pressing his lips to your forehead over and over. He murmurs against your skin, 

“Yeah my love, everything will be perfect no matter what it says.” You kiss him again before pulling back, wiping your eyes and turning around to the sink where the tests lay. He reaches toward one test while leading your hand to the other, “Together?” You nod, pulling his free arm across your chest again as a comfort. Austin begins to count down from three and you repeat that word in your head like a mauntra,

“3.” Positive. “2.” Positive. “1.” 

You both look down and flip the tests in your hands. Your hand instantly flies to your mouth, dropping the test back onto the counter, as you begin to cry,

“Oh my god, it’s positive!”

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[emmymaehereeeeee]

Do You Have Enough Lights?

summary: You are ready to decorate for Christmas but Austin says it's way to early.

word count: 1,332

You were scrolling on tik tok when the all too  familiar sound of Mariah Carrey poured through your phone speakers, “It’s time!” Laughing you scrolled through the comments seeing how everyone was saying that “The Queen of Christmas” had defrosted, signifying that it was time for Christmas. “Austin, hey baby!” Walking into the kitchen you tapped his shoulder. 

“What’s up?” He closed the fridge and turned to look at you. Placing your phone in his hand you showed him the video and he immediately rolled his eyes. “Y/N, no. We are not putting up Christmas decorations yet! We still have leftovers from Thanksgiving, it is way to early.” Shaking his head he watched the video replay, “I said no.” 

“Please? Please please please!” You clasped your hands and held them underneath your chin. “You know how much I love Christmas, pretty please baby?” Staring at him with your eyes wide you were sure that you looked silly but secretly you hoped it worked. “Please?” You threw out one more attempt. 

He let out a frustrated sigh, “Fine, fine, I’ll go pull out the lights from the attic- but that is all we are doing. Only lights, got it?” 

Smiling and nodding your head you pulled him to the overhead door, “Pull it down please.” You pointed to the yellowed cord, “Come on, baby.” 

“Hold on, baby.” He tugged on the cord and lifted his arm to catch the ladder.  Locking all of the braces into place he made his way up into the dusty attic. “Shit, we need to clean this place out.” He swung his arm to knock down the cobwebs. 

“Well, maybe that can be your new project for the month.” You retorted teasingly, with his newfound downtime he would find little projects to do around the house. 

His eyes centered on the box labeled “Christmas Lights”  well the multiple boxes. “Baby, how many lights do we have?” He hollered down at you. 

“I don’t know what you’re saying.” You hollered back as you held the ladder. 

He turned around and looked through the opening on the floor, “How many lights do we have? We’ve got like three boxes in here.” He began to pull the boxes near the ladder. 

“Three? We should have about sixteen.” You smiled as you watched him pause with the box in his hands. 

“Wh- sixt-sixteen?” He sputtered out lowering the box down into your awaiting arms. 

“I am only kidding baby.” You giggled as you took the box and set it on the floor. “Here hand me the next one.” He handed you the next box and you shifted it in your arms. “Thank you, baby.” 

After handing off the last box he made his way down the rickety ladder, “Alright let's go put your Christmas lights up.” He huffed and picked up the boxes, “Grab the door for me, baby?” 

Nodding your head, you walked in front of him and pulled the door open for him. “Need me to grab the ladder for you as well?” 

“Yeah, should be right against the wall on the left side of the garage, thank you, baby.” He flashed you a smile and you felt your cheeks grow warm despite the chilly weather. 

Walking inside the garage you flicked on the light and grabbed the ladder. Lugging it back out to Austin you stumbled across the yard. “Austin!” 

Austin grabbed the ladder from you, “Easy baby.” He laughed as he leaned the ladder up against the house. 

“I didn’t realize it would be so heavy. “ You laughed as you watched him, reaching down to open the box. “I’m going to start on untangling these lights.” As you worked on untangling the lights Austin made his way up the ladder and onto the roof.

“Go on and throw me some of those lights.” Austin held out his hands and you tossed up the start of one of the strings of lights. He began to pin them into place on the roof and the two of you repeated this process until Austin stood up. 

“You have enough lights, bubs?” You asked as you stared up at him.

“We’ve got more than enough lights, I don’t know if we have enough roof!” He laughed as he looked down at the full box of lights. 

“Wait are you serious?” You smiled as you watched him try to adjust the lights to make room for the new ones. 

“Just give me a bit, I am going to try to rearrange some of these.” He bent back over and began to fidget with the lights. 

You made your way back inside the house, walking into the kitchen you pulled down two mugs and fixed the two of you some drinks. You paused and stepped back outside, “Coffee or hot chocolate?” You asked Austin as you held the empty mug in your hand. 

“What?” He asked lifting his head up from his work. 

“Coffee or hot chocolate?” You repeated the question, raising your voice a tad so that he could hear you clearly. 

“Oh um coffee, please.” He lowered his head back down to his work, “Thank you, angel.” 

“Of course, bubs. How are those lights coming along?”

“Um, I don’t know if we’ll be able to fit any more lights up here.” He replied scooching over to the edge of the roof. He made his way down the ladder and grabbed the extension cord to plug the lights in. 

“Baby, we won’t be able to see the lights yet. It’s still light out, how about we go and drink our drinks- maybe watch a movie, cuddle on the couch, and then we can come and look at the lights.” You held onto his arm and gently tugged him towards the house.

“Alright, but we are for sure coming back out here. My handiwork deserves to be admired.” He replied and allowed you to pull him into the house. 

You fixed him his cup of coffee and he pulled all of the blankets into the living room. “Here you go, bubs.” You handed him the warm cup and he graciously took a sip, “Taste good?” 

He nodded his head and gestured toward the pile of blankets in the living room. Lowering the cup from his lips he smiled, “I didn’t know which one you wanted so I just brought them all.” 

After fixing your own drink you joined him in the living room, he lifted his arm so you could make yourself comfortable. He browsed through the different movies as he leaned on his hand. “ELF!” 

Austin smiled as he clicked on the movie, “Alright now come here.” He sat his mug on the coaster and pulled the mug out of your hand. 

You adjusted yourself in his arms until you had settled into a comfortable position. “I love you, Austin.” Turning to face him you pulled him in for a kiss, “I love you so much.” 

He smiled in response, “I love you too, Y/N. I love you even though you decorate for Christmas way too early. “ He pressed a kiss to your lips, before turning to watch the movie. The two of you spent the next hour and thirty-seven minutes cuddled up on the couch. Austin glanced over towards the window and noticed that night had fallen. “Hey, it’s dark out. Do you want to go look at the lights?” He poked your arm, “Not like you have much of a choice.”

You smiled, “Alright, let me grab a blanket.” You stood to your feet and wrapped yourself in the blanket. 

Austin wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you walked outside, he watched as your face glowed with the lights beaming atop the house. “You like it, baby?” He pressed a kiss to your neck.

“I love it, baby, oh Austin it looks amazing.” You turned to face him, “I love you.” You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. 

He returned the kiss, “I love you too.” 

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[dreamersparacosm]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

featuring austin butler

role-play (n): act out or perform the part of a person or character

nsfw!

note ; this is based on true events sjdldldmd I’m sorry I’m behind on kinktober I’m trying to catch up I’m just so busy😫

warnings ; roleplay (teacher/student), penetration (p in v!)

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“Professor, what can I do to make up this D on my paper?”

All 4 years of college, not once had you uttered those words. But in your apartment, with your stressed out boyfriend and a schoolgirl outfit from Spirit Halloween on, it’s the only words you can think of to say.

That’s a lot for a Thursday night.

Austin’s eyes switch from their previous gaze on the television, taking in everything you’re putting out; the way your plaid skirt hugs your waist, the way your white button-up shirt is undone just enough to reveal a lacy black bra, the way your garter elongates your toned legs. Feels his breath hitch in his throat, his heart palpitating and mouth watering like a savage. He sits up against the headboard of the bed to try and steady himself.

You would consider your sex life ordinary. Plain. Smooth like butter. Sure, there was the occasional quickie in the parents bathroom, or the slapping of ass playfully. But, at the end of the day, you both enjoy your mundane activities and his schedule doesn’t often allow for experimentation.

It may not have been a good idea to dress up like one of your former professors, looking back now with hindsight being 20/20. It's only that, on occasion—and you'll die before ever saying this aloud because Austin would never let you hear the end of it—when you are by yourself and he is somewhere far away from the equator, you daydream of engaging in behaviors straight out of a pornographic book.

So, this. This is not his area of expertise, let alone yours.

He gulps thickly. “Baby, what are you —“

You feign confusion, shifting to lean against the doorframe, playing with the loose ends of your button-down. “Uh, professor? My name’s not baby. [Y/N].”

His expression falls blank, brain goes thoughtless. He knows exactly why you’re doing this. He must have complained so much about the stress of filming that you’ve succumbed to borderline prostitution. Not that he’s complaining at all.

You find a newfound confidence within yourself, one that you kept tucked away in the depths of your unconscious. Your legs sway as they strut towards his place on the bed, eyes glued to you as if it were gum on a school desk. You lean down, cleavage spilling from your bra, and he can’t help but let his ice-blue eyes roam down to somewhere other than your face. “Professor, I just really need to find a way to increase my grade.”

“I-I, uh,” He scrambles to find words to say, to keep this charade going for as long as possible. For someone who’s entire career depends on being able to find the right words, he finds himself tongue-tied. “R-right, yes. Well, Miss [Y/L/N], I, uh, I’m not sure how you could, um, make up that grade.”

Your breasts are in between his chin at this point, your own finger reaching out to caress his sharp jawline. He shudders beneath your touch, hypnotized under your spell. “There’s nothing I can do?”

“Uh.. well, uhm, I can think of some things you can do, if you’re up for it,” And it may be the fact that you have on a thong that’s so tight it leaves marks on your hipbones, or the fact that your air conditioning isn’t working that makes you feel like you’re sweltering under the sun. When Austin looks up at you with submissive eyes, like a lost puppy, you nearly combust.

“What do you have in mind?” You know you’re playing with fire when you bat your eyelashes flirtatiously. Can almost feel the tent that has grown in size in his pants.

He nods closer towards your face, inhales enough of you to break the spell he was under before. Really, he just wants to have you underneath him, garter and all. “This may be a little unconventional….” He trails off, eyes narrowing as he glares at your plaid skirt that rides to just below your ass cheek.

“…Maybe a little wrong,” He lets himself indulge, lets his hand play with the bows on your garter. Behind his eyes are a hint of something else, something dark that you’ve never really encountered with him before. “But someone like you, you’re used to that, aren’t you?”

You smirk, lips curling upwards as he finally gives in to whatever sex escapade you’re about to endure. “I am, Professor. I’ll do anything for a better grade.”

“Really?” His voice croaks a little, finger deftly playing with the hem of your skirt, pausing when he realizes just how short it is. “…Well, how about you show me what’s under that skirt of yours?”

You salivate at his words, inhale a deep breath to prepare yourself. In spite of the pep talk you gave yourself in the mirror, you feel smaller under his gaze that swirls with sinful thoughts. “…God, I don’t know, I mean, you’re my professor,” you move your fingers from his jaw, twiddling with them. “But, if it’s for a better grade…”

He grins playfully, reaching out to caress your cheek. The exhaustion and stress from behind his eyes is replaced with an unfamiliar darkness. Your lips hover over his, just enough where you can imagine where the skin will overlap, but leaving no impact to the blow.

He runs his tongue over his lips, letting him soak you in one last time before he destroys you. “Good girl,” He whispers. And just like that, his mouth is on yours, hands are firmly placed on your hips, pulling you onto the mattress and onto his lap, knees placed on either side of his torso. It’s a mix of teeth and tongue, a gnash of desire and adrenaline, and both your brains go numb for a few seconds at the friction you’re creating between your crotches without realizing.

Your hand is firmly placed on his chest, hoping to steady yourself as you rock your hips to create some form of stimulation. You’re so eager, so ready for him as always, and he knows it. Austin’s hand roams from its previous station, moving to where your skirt ends, caressing the skin of your bare ass underneath it.

“Fuck, [Y/N]…” You know he’s so close to breaking character. So close to fucking the woman he loves relentlessly, no use for pleasantries or games. But he snaps into it, snaps back into the vision that unfolds in front of him. “Been staring at your ass every time you bend over.”

You giggle, playing with the golden locks at the nape of his neck. “That was the point, Professor.”

“Needed me that bad? You can’t tell me you’re failing my class on purpose,” There’s a slight undertone to that sentence, a double entendre. Before you can answer, before you can coherently form a response to that, his lips are back on yours, his fingers untying the knot of your creased button-down shirt.

It’s so filthy and dirty that you let him practically rip off the shirt, revealing your black bra that matches your garter. If you two weren’t roleplaying, he would commend you on your dedication. His lips leave sloppy, wet kisses down your neck that tickle your skin and the wetness between your thighs almost unbearable.

He doesn’t unclip the bra, or does anything else to undress you. Austin nearly pushes you off his lap with a force so unrecognizable you let out a yelp that surprises both of you. Face down into the mattress, ass in the air, you can’t see anything but feel Austin’s body somewhere above you. You know he’s there, drinking you in, at the way your skirt is now fully revealing your behind, at the fact that you’re wearing no panties, just a garter with a hole for your dripping cunt. All for him.

“Fuck… all this. All this for me. Depending on how good you take it, that’ll determine your grade,” His tone is deep, husky, as his large hands cup your ass cheeks, pulling you up by your thighs so that you knees are on the mattress, feet dangling off the bed, palms outstretched as you grip the sheets into a tiny ball.

“I’ll be good for you, I promise,” You whimper, chest heaving and cunt throbbing erratically at the thought of him filling you up.

“You know [Y/N]… I was going to fail you,” You hear him undo his belt buckle behind you, hear his pants drop to the floor in one motion. He takes a finger, swirls it around your juices, letting them coat his finger to offer some lubrication for him. You let out a pathetic mewl. “But now I’m not so sure… What do you think?”

You pant heavily, “I-I think I can take it all. Anything for you.”

He lets out a profanity at that sentence, jerks himself off a few more times before entering you so roughly you have no time to adjust to the feeling. Tears brim your eyes, air feels like your lifeline, and you swear your vision goes black for a second. He’s so rough, starts thrusting at a dangerous rate, lets himself enjoy the feeling of your walls throbbing around him already. You arch your back down, relaxing your elbows onto the mattress, trying to grasp at anything and everything. “F-fuck, that feels so good,” You moan out, your skirt hitting your bare ass with every thrust.

The bed seems to move forward with every thrust, his hand firmly pressing into your spine. And then it feels like just you and Austin, with your bodies colliding and the familiarity of his cock filling you to the brim until you’re begging for mercy. But tonight, he feels bigger. “Doing so good for me, [Y/N],” he speaks through clenched teeth. “Definitely deserve a C now, right?”

“I-yes,” You try to say, but it comes out more like a slurred conjunction of words. He reaches down, latches onto the back of your neck, pulls you into his body that’s littered in sweat.

“Taking me so well now, aren’t ‘ya?” He whispers into your ear, lips grazing over the skin there. It’s just a constant pounding, the sound of skin on skin, and your incessant moans that fill the air. It’s addicting, like a habit you could never break.

“Y-yes, Professor, justlikethat,” You rush out, bottom lip tucked under your top teeth. He kisses down the back of your neck, reminding you he’s still there while he thrusts into you mercilessly.

Without a moment of hesitation, or a moment of caution, he pulls out of you, and you gasp at the sensation of emptiness that hoards you. He doesn’t leave you hanging on that ledge for too long, he never does, just repositions you onto your back so you’re now facing him. He smiles a little at the sight of your fucked-out face, at the idea that you can’t take all of him. “Just wanted to see your pretty little face,” He grabs his cock, teasing your clit with the tip, has you squirming beneath him like an animal in heat.

And then you’re full again, his length reaching a part of you that wasn’t feasible before this day. You’re trying to hold on, to keep yourself grounded, but when he props one of your legs on his shoulder, your skirt bunched up to your belly button, that familiar feeling bubbling in your abdomen like a bad omen, you think you might have to let go.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” You know you sound pathetic, in fact, you’ll probably dwell on it later, but in that moment you let the feeling take you away. He has one hand on your leg that’s on his shoulder, the other firmly gripping your hipbone to where you can feel the purple hue of a bruise forming.

“Doing so good I might have to give you that B now,” He’s out of breath, his thrusts more erratic and at a tempo that he’s not used to, so ready to release. You’re past the point of holding it in, that if he fucks you like this any longer, you’ll explode.

“P-please, I’m so close,” Your own whine is muted by the sound of your juices squelching with every movement, by the noise his own groans make. He can feel it, feel the way your needy walls clench in around him, the way your eyes stare up at him, pleading and begging for a release.

He places the pad of his thumb on your clitoris, rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves. Your eyes are rolling, toes curling… so close, teetering on that edge where you think you might fall off the earth. “How about this, [Y/N]? For that A… I want you to cum. I want you to cum right onto my cock.”

And he’s said the magic words, says what you needed to hear to make your whole body contort and shake, the knot in your abdomen untying and your clitoris burning as he keeps that rhythm, keeps rubbing circles into you. You’re a moaning, screaming mess, all incoherent and all his. He’s always loved watching you unfold, but it’s different when you’re dressed as one of his fantasies.

Austin’s hips stutter, glances down to catch sight of your cum sticking to his cock, strings of white liquid. He inhales a deep breath, takes in as much as he can, “So fucking close, baby. You did so good for me, so fucking good, my best girl —“

It’s all just senseless babble, words he’s trying to put together while he’s drunk off your pussy, off what he feels when your walls clench around him. The grip on your hip goes tender, his head tilting backwards as he lets go, ropes of cum painting your walls and filling you with a familiar warmth.

You’re both panting, using up all the air left in the room, wiping as much sweat off your bodies as your hands can handle. He lies down next to you, stares at the ceiling for a few moments before looking over to see how you’re holding up. And all to say — you’re feeling like you’re on top of the world, like you might go ahead and solve all of the world’s issues after having sex like that.

“So, did I get the A?” You ask jokingly, meeting his gaze.

“Oh, that was an A+ for sure,” He laughs, tucking you into his side, just like always.

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[ab4eva]

Austin x reader prompt “gentle” ..it’s a lazy Sunday morning with Austin and both of you decide to take a lazy day in bed together and enjoy each other’s company..the reader gives austin a sweet nickname calls him “gentle giant” turns into a day of love and cuddles..

‘Dominoes’

Warnings: none, pure fluff

a/n: Thanks for the request, dear anon! And thanks for bearing with me while I waited for inspiration. I changed up the nickname a tiny bit, hope that’s ok. And I hope you enjoy!

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Your bed is so comfy. There’s almost no other place you’d rather be than in bed. Smooth, cool sheets dotted with tiny flowers. White, fluffy down comforter. Pillows that are just right - not too soft, not too firm. Oh and the warm, lanky boyfriend that’s in your bed. Him too. You stretch your legs, curling your toes and snuggling into the covers on this chilly Sunday morning. You yawn a little and blink the slumber from your eyes, focusing on Austin’s back in front of you. You really want to touch him, but he’s been so busy recently and you know he needs his rest. You settle for counting the freckles on his back, trapping your hands underneath your pillow so you’re not tempted to start lightly tracing constellations between them.

When you can no longer stand it, you gently scoot up closely behind him, tucking your legs behind his and wrapping your arm around his chest. Nuzzling your face into the back of his neck, sandy curls tickling your nose, you breathe in the scent of him - clean soap and sweet vanilla. You can’t help but place feather-light kisses between his shoulder blades. He stirs a little and places his hand over yours and squeezes.

“Morning, baby,” he says sleepily as he turns over to face you, kissing your forehead and pulling you close to his chest. “Morning, kid,” you whisper back. He hums happily and you’re content to just be in his arms again after so much time apart. You think about how hard the past few months have been - him away filming, you stuck at home and tied to your job. But he’s finally back and you’re determined to make the most of it.

“So babe,” you say, “I was thinking we could just take it easy today. I know we’re supposed to go to brunch with everyone but I’m thinking we bow out…I really just wanna stay here all day…in this bed….with you.” You pepper his mouth with kisses in between your words. He smiles down at you sleepily and you can tell he likes the idea immediately.

“Mmm, that sounds perfect, sweet girl. No place I’d rather be.” He nuzzles into your hair and in a minute you hear him breathing heavily, already asleep again. You smile softly to yourself and struggle to reach your phone on the nightstand, carefully trying not to wake Austin. You shoot a quick text to the group to let them know you won’t be at brunch and you yawn again and let the tiredness pull you under, the sound of Austin’s heartbeat all you need to lull you back to sleep.

When you both wake up refreshed a couple of hours later, it’s decided the order of the day is a bed-in, ala John and Yoko, except without the whole protest thing. Unless you’re protesting leaving your cozy bed on this lazy Sunday. Austin orders brunch to be delivered while you get a movie queued up on the bedroom tv. One that you’ve both been dying to watch but just haven’t found the time to yet. You pop to the kitchen to make some mimosas for the both of you and by that time the food has arrived. Carrying it all back to the bed, you and Austin settle in happily, munching on fried egg sandwiches and bacon. The movie is a silly comedy that has you both howling with laughter, the kind that makes your stomach hurt and eyes tear up. God, you’ll never get tired of hearing that man laugh. It’s so pure and sweet, it makes your heart flip-flop recklessly in your chest, every damn time.

After the movie, Austin grabs the Scrabble board from the living room and sets it up on the bed, and you settle on your stomach to try, really try, and beat your boyfriend this time. He’s just so darn good - he’s like a sponge with words - always trying out new ones on you, making notes in his phone of ones he’s not familiar with so he can look them up later. By the time the game is almost over, the scores are close, with Austin in the lead by only 20 points. You poke your tongue out of the side of your mouth in concentration as you stare at the letters you have to play for your last turn. Then you see it - the perfect word, the perfect place on the board.

“S-E-D-U-C-E. Let’s see…triple word score…27 points!” You crow gleefully. “Take that, Butler!” You jump up on the bed and start dancing around, not caring that you’re scattering Scrabble tiles all over the bed. Austin stares up at you from below and laughs.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?” He smirks. He loves to call you this, his familiar tease owing to the fact that you’re a little bit older than him. “Because it’s working. I mean, I haven’t ever seen anyone do the Running Man on a bed before, and I have to say…I’m impressed.” Without warning, he grabs your legs, sweeping them out from under you and you come crashing to the bed, bouncing unharmed and giggling. He’s suddenly on top of you, tickling like there’s no tomorrow. He knows you can’t take being tickled, not for long anyway. You manage to grab pillow and smack Austin on the back with it. That shocks him just enough for you to scoot out from under him and hold up the pillow in defense.

“No more,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath. He looks at you with a devilish gleam in his blue eyes, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he advances slowly towards you.

“AUSTIN, I mean it!!” You shriek, still laughing. You don’t see the pillow he covertly grabs until it’s too late and he lightly whacks you in the head and you playfully fall to the bed, hair floating wildly around you. He’s standing over you, impossibly tall but with the goofiest smile on his face. A thought floats through your brain and you smile up at him.

“Come here, kid. My gentle boy,” you whisper, reaching out your hands to him. He takes them in his own large, warm ones and softly kneels on the bed, straddling your waist. He cups your face tenderly, staring into your eyes and your breath catches in your throat and you heart stops for a moment and then starts up again. He smiles at you then, and brings his lips to yours gingerly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your cheeks.

“I knew you were trying to seduce me,” he says as he pulls away, shaking his head with a lopsided grin and face-scrunching wink.

“What can I say, babe? It was all my design. I’m a mastermind.”

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[pearlparty]

Goodbye, Angel

Austin!Elvis x Reader, Elvis x Reader

Summary:  Break ups are tough, especially when no one did anything wrong.  She wants Elvis’ career to reach the heights he deserves, even if that means breaking his heart.  

Warnings:  Angst, very light smut (if you can even call it that lol), some negative self-talk, the Colonel is a dick, mild language, reckless driving, no use of y/n

Word Count:   5.3k (I went a little overboard sorry lol)

Note:  I tried something a little new with this and have this in 3rd person perspective because I wanted to do more of an omniscient POV to get everyone’s emotions and stuff, so please let me know if you hate it--like please be mean to me about it.  Bully me.  Roast me. Let me know if you prefer 2nd person perspective (the one that uses you/your)  I want to improve lol.  This is meant to be a reader fic, so our MC is only called Baby by Elvis.  Idk if that technically makes her an OC or not--I’ll let you decide on that one. 

The headlights stretched down the road, the lonely beams reaching out in the night only to find nothing but a few trees reaching toward the stars.  No wandering eyes.  No other drivers.  Just her and the car coasting down the lonely backroad, with a sense of dread settling into her stomach and tears streaming down her face as the radio played and the moon watched.

 Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision, as the Colonel’s words echoed in her mind.  He’d stopped by her small apartment a couple of hours ago, and she was far too polite to slam the door in his face and send him on his way.  Mama had always taught her to be gracious to guests and “do what Jesus would do” so she allowed him to waddle in, plop into one of the armchairs, curl his chubby fingers over the creepy clown on his cane and say what he needed to say.  The bizarre situation had her wondering what this man would have to say to her, but she’d never have guessed he had the audacity to insult her to her face.  

It was a quick conversation.  He skipped over pleasantries and got straight to the point by bringing up Elvis’s popularity with the younger female fans, and flat out said that if she continued her relationship with him, things wouldn’t work out like they could.  “He needs to be available,” the fat man had put it plainly, “and with you in the picture, he can’t be.  Besides, a backwater, country girl like you can’t compete with the love of his fans.”  If he noticed the emotions flitting over her face, he didn’t comment on it and instead pushed further.  “You are no good for him, or his career.  You need to leave him, or he will not be able to achieve the success he deserves.”  He’d said the words so matter of fact in his stupid voice that she almost wondered if it was a cruel joke. 

It wasn’t.  

“You don’t want to be the reason that he can’t live his dream do you?” His question rang in her ears and an intense guilt settled into her stomach.

It was crushing, but nothing she hadn’t heard before.  She’d occasionally listened to the insecure voice in the back of her head--the one that reminded her that she didn’t really deserve Elvis--her angel--or how he’d swept her into his arms and given her an escape from her drunken mother all that time ago.  

Their friendship had begun when they were so young; she'd stopped a few of the other boys from poking fun at his stutter in 9th grade and they’d bonded over their love of comics and music.  He’d made time for her outside his friends and loved inviting her over after school.  He’d say it was so they could read Captain Marvel Jr. or do homework together, but she knew he was trying to help her get away from her chaotic homelife for a little longer.  It had blossomed into something more after graduation when they shared a night of stargazing, confessing their secrets to the moon.  

He’d stolen a kiss and her heart in the same night. 

They had it all--giggling and wandering hands in movie theaters, disagreements about the condiments that belonged on hot dogs, and soft reassurances after long crying sessions.  He’d become her safe haven, a piece of tranquility in her hectic home life. He always listened intently and did what he could to help where he could, even if she said she’d be fine and could do it herself. He even helped her when she moved out and got her own place--a shitty little apartment with creaky floorboards and a faucet that dripped a little too loudly at night.  He’d offered to spot her some cash for a better place, but she declined.  The apartment wasn’t the Ritz, but it was hers.  All hers.  They’d spend hours there, away from the prying eyes of family, talking about everything and nothing.  She supported his dream for the arts, encouraged him to take risks.  Once he’d landed a deal at Sun Records and gotten more attention, that small voice prodded again.  

What if I’m not good enough for him?  

The voice nagged that she’d be bad for his image and prevent him from climbing to the heights that he wished to see.  She usually dismissed the thoughts, but hearing them out loud and from another person only seemed to confirm the worst of her fears. 

She was the worst thing that could happen to him right now.  She was holding him back.

The fat man had finished things with a simple, “You understand don’t you?  It’s just business.” She forced herself to nod before calmly ushering him out of her house, a whisper of stale cigar smoke lingering in the air.  

It was only after his car left the parking lot that she allowed herself to cry--a dull ache erupted in her chest and spread to her extremities as she considered her options.  Stay with the love of her life but jeopardize his career, or leave and break both of their hearts to help him succeed?  Would he resent her if she became the reason things tanked and he couldn’t afford to give his family a life of luxury?  What if she was worrying about nothing and everything would be fine?  Maybe they could have it all:  the glamor and the love.  But it wasn’t guaranteed.  Nothing ever was.  The road to success is paved with sacrifices, and while it holds promises of fortune and glory, it always takes its toll along the way.

But the Colonel was right, wasn’t he?  About everything.  Elvis had just gotten a taste of fame, and the adjustment was already harder than she’d expected.  She could barely keep up with it all now.  How could a little backwater country girl like her follow him to more?  She was just a simple girl meant for a simple life--built to drift along the wind on the trees.  He was born for greatness--ready to spread his wings and fly.  He couldn’t coast along the wind currents along the tree line with her, not when he was meant to soar with the angels in the clouds.  She wouldn’t let him.  She wouldn’t be the one to hold him back.

Racing to the car, throwing it into gear, and speeding away wasn’t intentional on her part.  It might have seemed like eagerness and excitement, but that couldn’t be further from it.  She loathed the idea of what she was about to do, dreaded it the whole way over, but her chest was so heavy and filled with emotions that she felt like it would burst.  She needed to get it over with and fast or she’d suffocate.  “Rip it off like a bandage--act like a grownup,” she’d told herself.  

The high beams flickered over the sign ahead, its white lettering a stark contrast to the red surrounding it.  STOP.  A wet laugh left her lips.  

I can’t.  

She didn’t hit the brakes or let up on the gas--she floored it.  The engine groaned with effort, accelerating to a speed well above the limit, but she didn’t care and blazed through it without a second thought.  Her car zoomed into the intersection, and a pair of headlights beamed into her passenger window.  A horn blared, but it didn’t matter.  She was reckless, angry, and secretly hoping that something would come along to prevent her from reaching her destination.  The tires screamed as they scraped the pavement, the back bumper kissing the asphalt with a flash of sparks as the car climbed the small hill.   The other driver zoomed through the intersection behind her, likely shaking their fist in the darkness, but still in one piece.  

She’d made it through unscathed.  Dammit.

A sudden burst of fury bled through the sharp sadness and left her skin hot.  She smacked her fist into the wheel.  “This isn’t fair!” she cried, angry tears burning behind her eyes.  “Why can’t I have the things I want?!”  No one was there to hear, though.  Just an empty road and the moon spying through her back window.  

A light orchestra faded in over the radio followed by Bing Crosby’s jazzy crooning.  It was a ballad. 

Be careful.  It’s my heart.

It’s not my watch you’re holding, it’s my heart.

It’s not the note I sent you, that you quickly burned.  

It’s not the book I lent you that you never returned.

Remember, it’s my hear--

The guilt in her stomach crawled up her throat as she slammed the radio in the dashboard, silencing Bing and his pleas.  It seemed everything was telling her to turn around.  To give the Colonel the finger and continue loving her dark haired angel, consequences be damned.  

But she knew she couldn’t.  

***

A sharp knock on his door cut through the still house caused Elvis to jump.  His brow furrowed as he glanced at the clock.  About a quarter after nine.  Who would be stopping by now?  He wasn’t expecting anyone, and Mama and Daddy wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon when they’d finished visiting a family friend.  

He closed his book and set it on the side table as he rose from the armchair and padded over to the door.  He’d gotten home only about a half an hour ago after rehearsing with the guys.  He needed a little peace and quiet after the long week, and reveled in being able to kick off his shoes and relax in the empty house.

The sweet, humid southern air fell around his sock clad feet as he pulled the door open to see his girl on the welcome mat.  His lips curved into a smile at the pleasant surprise.  She was wearing that little yellow flower sundress that he loved--the one with the sweetheart neckline and ruffled skirt that brought his attention to her hips whenever she moved.  She’d paired it with a white cardigan tonight, even though the heat wave didn’t allow the temperature to drop below 85.  God, she was beautiful.  

His smile dropped when he saw the tears in her eyes, the quiver of her chin, and the way her gaze never left his.  Something was wrong.  

“Baby, what--”  He moved to step forward, bring his hand to her face and wipe the tears from her cheek, but she swept into the apartment and pressed her lips to his before he could get a chance to do or say anything else.  He stumbled back for only a second before he found his footing, melting into her.  Another pleasant surprise.  Her trembling fingers grazed their way across his face, caressing his cheeks before tangling in his hair.  On instinct, his hands planted themselves firmly to her waist.  The tang of salt ran over his tongue as she took his full lower lip between hers.

She’d never kissed him like this before.  There was intensity, fervor, yes, but something was off.  She had given him gentle chaste kisses when he bought her flowers for her birthday.  She’d nipped, sucked, and kissed down his jaw to his collarbones when they’d gone stargazing after a midnight swim in the pond near her house.  She’d grabbed him by the collar, pushed him against the kitchen wall and slammed her lips into his after a heated argument about jealousy (which he’d won, by the way).  She had breathed moans to his lips when he stole open mouth kisses during a night of passion after he’d been away for so long.

This was different.  It was desperate.  Needy.  And something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.  Sorrowful, maybe.

A quick sob fell from her lips before she pressed them up to his again.  Her hands twisted his curls, gently tugging.  His breath hitched and he tightened his grip on her hips.  As much as he wanted to continue kissing her (and he really wanted to after what she just did), he needed to know what had happened to make her so upset.  He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and gently eased her backward, feeling her chase his lips as the distance grew between their bodies.  

Her eyes were still screwed shut, and the light in the foyer made it easier now to see the puffy, red irritation in her face.  A pang of sorrow bit into his heart.  She’s been sobbing, he thought.  She bit back another cry when her small trembling hands dropped to his chest, gripping his black button down.  He hated seeing her like this.

“Baby,” he cooed, letting his hands move to her shoulders before he brought one up to caress her cheek.  She didn’t move to look at him--she focused on his shirt as his fingers ran over her splotchy skin.  “Baby, what’s wrong?  Did something happen?”  He kept his voice soft, low, afraid that he might scare her off with anything louder.

A wet, wry laugh escaped her chest.  Ironic, she thought.  She came here to do the worst thing imaginable and he was still looking out for her.  She shook her head.  He’s too good to me.  She steadied herself, fixated on his shirt as she rolled the soft fabric between her fingers.  Finally, she met his concerned gaze.

The deep blue oceans in his irises threatened to pull her down into their depths.  She wished they would.  Maybe then she wouldn’t have to do this and everything would be alright.  His fingers stilled on her cheek.

She could practically feel the dread growing in his chest.  

A light breeze ghosted over the two of them, the door still agape.  He didn’t move to close it, though.  His only priority was the girl in front of him.  She’s all that mattered.

She sucked in a breath, gathering every ounce of strength she had in her body before speaking.  “I’m sorry.”  It came out more as a whisper.  “I just had to kiss you one last time.”  She allowed her thumb to graze his lower lip and chin before settling on the sliver of exposed skin on his chest.  

“‘One last’?--” he shook his head as if dismissing the words because he’d clearly misheard her.  “What are you talking about, baby?” Both hands were cupping her face now.  “Just tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it for you,” he urged.  Panic almost crept into his voice, but he kept it soft and low as he tried to understand.  He searched her face for any kind of clue, something that told him that she really didn’t mean what she’d just said.  His heart caught in his chest.  

Surely, she couldn’t mean one last time, right?  

“Oh, angel,” she breathed out as she brought her fingers to his cheek, “you always were much too good to me.”

“Baby, what’s goin--” 

“I have to leave, angel,” she cried, almost in pain.  The words cut him off and struck him to the bone.  Leave?

“For how long?” he asked, brow furrowing.  

She shook her head, tears spilling over her lashes, not wanting to say the words.  It was too painful.  Please, don’t make me say it.

“For how long, baby?” he repeated, locking eyes with her.  Her heart sank at the nickname.  He loved calling her that--more than her real name.  

“Forever.”  She had to force it out in a whisper.  

“‘Forever’?” he repeated.  Why was she being so cryptic?  “Baby, what the hell you talkin’ ‘bout?” She held his gaze, another tear staining her cheek, but didn’t answer.

He stared at her for a moment, processing it all.  Leaving?  Forever?  But that would mean…

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.  His eyes flitted over her face for any sign that it wasn’t true.  Her glassy gaze was unwavering, serious.  Final.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head and dropping his hands.  He barely even noticed her apologizing again as he backed away, knocking into the wall behind him.  As if escaping would make this all go away.  His quaking hands raked through his hair, grasping at the roots to try to rationalize the scene playing out before him.  

“No,” he repeated the whisper, sadder than the last one.  His mouth fell open, trying to find the right words, fighting off the tears burning behind his eyes.  “You c-c-can’t--you’re not--why--no,” he stammered, swallowing thickly. “You’re l-leaving me?”  His stutter always seemed to come back when he was stressing out.

He was hoping, praying for her to shake her head no.  Say it was all a cruel joke, or a moment of panic--something that said she really loved him and it was fine.  Pull him into her arms and sit there for a moment as she whispered soft reassurances in his ear.  

But that moment never came.  Her small fingers played with the hem of her cardigan as she nodded and muttered, “I have to.”

“No!  No, you don’t have to go!”  he yelped.  The panic crawled over his skin.  “I-I-I can-- I-I can fix this!”  He couldn’t lose her.  “W-w-what--whatever’s wrong, I can fix it, baby!  We’ll figure it all out t-t-together, just like we n--we n--we n-n-normally do.”  He grabbed her hands, begging her to reconsider, but she slipped from his grasp and took a step back, silently shaking her head.  

“No, angel… I have to go--you need to let me go.”  She couldn’t meet his eyes.  

His future shattered.  Heart dropped.  He’d made so many plans for them.  He was going to marry her--they were going to have a summer wedding and a beautiful honeymoon somewhere nice, far away from home.  They were going to spend a few years worshiping each other then start a family--two boys and a little girl that he was going to spoil rotten.  They were going to get a dog and play in the backyard while she baked a pie in the house.  He was going to steal kisses from her when she came around the corner with a basket of laundry.  They’d put the kids to bed and stay up late dancing to old records.  He wanted to send his kids outside to play while he made love to his wife inside after he’d been away from her for too long.  They were supposed to grow old together and then die a few days apart because life would be unbearable without each other.  

He’d wanted it all, and here she was throwing it in his face.

“B-but why--?”  He’d barely breathed the question out when she cut him off.

“I’m not good for you, baby,” she rushed the words out, resisting every urge to reach out and touch him, hold him, make him feel better.  Dammit, why did this have to be so hard?

“What?”  How the hell could she think that?  “No, b-b-baby you’re--you’re--you’re everythin’ to me,” he reeled off, desperately grabbing her hands again.  Maybe there was still a chance to fix this.  “You’re so good for me, you d-don’t even realize--you make me so much b-b-b-better.”

The worst part about his words was how true they were, and she knew it.  They both made each other better, but she still vehemently shook her head, hoping to stop this whole thing--end it now before she had to say something she didn’t want to.  

“I have to do this,” she squeaked out.  A new wave of sadness broke over her, more tears gathering on her lash line.  “Please, let me do this.”  

It was like a knife to his heart.  Their fate was sealed.  There was no negotiating.  Once she’d made up her mind, no one, not even he could convince her otherwise.  He suddenly found himself full of regret, another emotion to add to the cocktail of feelings in his bloodstream.  Maybe he did something wrong--didn’t appreciate her enough or let her know how much he cared.  

The blue in his eyes only seemed to intensify with the glassy tears shimmering back at her.  “But,” he choked out, his voice small, almost meek, “I love you.”  The tears in his eyes finally spilled onto his cheeks, streaking down the soft skin and towards the corners of his lips.  

Her heart squeezed, chin quivered.  Oh, how she wished to say it back.  She squeezed his hands and pressed a gentle wet kiss to his knuckles, the cool metal of his silver ring briefly soothing the heat in her cheeks.  She sucked in a shaky breath, and pressed her forehead to his, breathing in his scent, committing it to memory.  

“That’s why I have to go,” she murmured, a wave of tears falling over her lashes as her voice broke.  “I promise you, angel, it’s better this way.  It’s better if I go.  I’m sorry.  I’m so so sorry.”  

She gave his hands a tight squeeze before letting go and turning to walk back into the warm night air, but stopped short at the door’s threshold.  Tentatively, she turned back towards him, her heart beating fast and loud in her chest.  His chest rose and fell quickly, biting back another round of sobs as he ran his ringed fingers through his hair.  Steel blue eyes met hers.  

Just one last kiss, she told herself before turning on her heel.  

He met her halfway, pulling her into his arms and crashing his lips to hers, arms wrapping around to pull each her impossibly close.  Despite feeling so good to have her pressed against him like this, he couldn’t ignore the ache in his chest.  It seemed that knowing this was their last kiss made it more painful. Each second that passed meant she was one second closer to walking out of his life.  

They moved with the familiar rhythm they’d perfected over their time courting.  He breathed her in, hoping God would show him mercy and slow time just long enough for him to savor every last second with her.  He wanted each one burned into his memory.  The feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingers, the sound of her breath, the scent of her hair, even the taste of her tears on her tongue as they kissed--everything.  He didn’t want to miss a single detail.  He deepened the kiss, gripping the fabric on her waist as though she might disappear if he loosened his grip.  

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into her mouth, a tear slipping from his eyes and melting between the mess of kisses.  “Oh, baby, ’m so sorry,” he whimpered.  His hand cupped her face, sorrow and regret lining his features as a sob raked through his chest.  A pang of guilt hit her square in the chest.

“It’s not your fault, angel,” she gently corrected him, tugging on his hair and pulling his lips to hers for a quick kiss.  “It’s not your fault that I had to ruin this.”  Her voice broke, quaking at the thought.  “I ruined this, not you.  You…” she paused and sucked in a shaky breath, looking to the stars for strength.  “You are, and always be, my angel.”  She could only leave and wish him the best with his career--with her out of the picture it would be fine and he could reach for the stars like he wanted to.  “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She brushed a tear from his face again, hoping that he could read the sincerity in her eyes.  He never did anything wrong--it was simply against his nature, but that didn’t stop him from beating himself up.  

He kept her close to his face, his hand firm behind her head as they soaked in the moment, foreheads resting against each other softly.  His breath shuddered through his lungs as he looked at her through his dark tear soaked lashes.  The word slipped from his lips before he had the chance to stop it.  

“Please,” a whine edged into his voice as he begged her with his eyes.  Begged her for more time, a chance to celebrate what they’d once had.  She read him like a book, understanding immediately.  His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as she looked up at him, hesitating to indulge both of their desires.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” she whispered.  As painful as this was for her, she knew it was worse for him--she never even gave him a real reason.  Her angel didn’t deserve this kind of torment, not when he’d done so much for her.  He’d welcomed her with open arms, and she wrenched a blade through his heart.  

“I don’t care if it hurts,” he rasped, his voice coming out a little more husky from the crying.  “I can’t end it like this,” his voice broke as he pressed closer so their noses were touching.  He wanted to delay her departure as much as possible.  He needed to be in her presence a little longer.  End it right.  They couldn’t part ways like this: sobbing messes clinging to each other in the doorway.  “A little more hurt won’t kill me, baby,” his soft voice fluttered into her hair.  “I just need you here a little longer.”

She didn’t want to end it this way either.  If their story was going to end, at least let it be bittersweet.  Close this chapter of their lives on something a little less heartbreaking than weeping in each other's arms.  She could be with him one last time, really appreciate what she had before she let him go, and show him how much she cared.  

Maybe it could be the salve that soothed the agony of this moment.  Maybe they could fool themselves that delaying the inevitable wouldn’t hurt more than leaving now.  This can make us feel a little better about it all.  

It was a lie, and she knew it, but she didn’t care.  She just wanted to be with him one last time.

Her lips met his again slowly, and she allowed herself to twist the knife.  

It was a mess of lips, teeth, and tears.  Needy hands roamed the hills and valleys of the bodies they each knew so well.  They tumbled backwards towards his room, never taking their hands off each other.  Any moment without physical contact was a moment wasted.  Garments slipped to the floor, gently discarded with almost a reverence.  

He was always so gentle with her, but tonight he’d treat her like glass.  Feather light kisses brushed her sternum as he laid her down, cherishing each gasp and moan.  He worshiped her with his mouth, slowly whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he took his time.  Slow love always seemed more meaningful, like a chance to showcase their affections and prove their love to each other.

She pressed hot wet kisses to his jaw and whispered his name like a prayer.  Her nails scraped over his skin, pulling his body, his essence, his soul closer to hers.  She gazed in his eyes, silently hoping he knew how much he was worth to her.  She pressed her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and cologne, nipping at the soft supple skin.

They kissed away the memories, breathed away the pain.  Their plans faded into the moonlight on the floor.  The hopes and dreams that they’d wished to see each other fulfill, tucked away to a chest of regrets that they could visit on sleepless nights.  Each gasp drawn from the other celebrated what had been.  Each cry was a token of gratitude to the universe for allowing them to love and be loved.  

Strings of praise, pleas, and panting floated into the air as they reached their highs, soaring in the clouds of ecstasy with each other’s names on their lips like a mantra.  Time froze as they relished the moment, taking their time to sink back down to earth with slow sensual kisses and forgotten whispers, collapsing into a mess of tangled limbs and twisted sheets.  

Back to reality.  Bitter reality.  

Muscle memory took over and she wrapped herself in his arms, pulling his warm chest to her back.  She couldn’t bear to look at him now.  The guilt swallowed her whole, drowning her slowly.  She couldn’t imagine the pain she’d experience if she looked him in the eyes.

They laid there for a moment, each knowing what came next.  Each dreading it and hoping something would change so it wouldn’t happen.  She’d barely even shifted under his sheets when his hands tightened on her ever so slightly.  She winced when she dared a glance over her shoulder.  Puffy, bloodshot, cried-out eyes met hers.  Why was she so cruel to someone so good?  

“Please?” he whimpered, his hair falling into his face.  They both had another sob creeping up their throats. This was the end.  Their time had run out, and neither of them wanted to leave the sanctity of this moment.  His voice sounded again, small like a child.

“P-p-please, can I h-hold you just a little longer?”  Tears spilled over his cheeks, his shaky hands pulling her even closer to his chest as he buried his face into the back of her shoulder.  Guilt racked her body.  This was her doing.  She was responsible for making her angel cry like this.  Heat flooded her face as she swiped a tear away, biting back a sob of her own.

“Of course, angel.”

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He woke up to a cold and empty bed only a few hours later.  He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, glancing around the room as he set his feet on the cool floor.  Moonbeams peaked through the blinds, illuminating the room in a soft blue.  His clothes had been picked up from the floor and neatly folded on the desk.  A soft glint in the corner of his eye tore his gaze from the room to his bedside table.  A small, sad smile crept to his mouth, barely turning up a corner of his mouth.  The glass of water shouldn’t have made his heart clench, but it did.  She’d always made sure to take care of him.  He tentatively reached forward, but gulped the cool water down quickly, welcoming the soothing sensation to his dry throat.  

As he set the now empty glass back, his hand found the nape of his neck, rubbing the skin and tugging on his hair.  Her scent still lingered on his sheets, his skin, gripping his heart in a vice, haunting him.  It all cemented the reality:  he was alone now.  

A gentle breeze oozed through the open window, fluttering the translucent curtains in slow waves.  The airflow was nice--it almost helped break his trance of the same thought echoing in his mind on repeat.

She’s gone.

As much as he wanted to sit up and replay the night’s events in his head over and over, exhaustion settled into his heavy limbs and nearly pulled him under right there.  The bed seemed to welcome him into its warm embrace.  

He could think about it and grieve tomorrow--yes, he could properly come to terms with it all in the morning.  Tonight, he could drift into a wonderful reality where everything was alright.  Perhaps, it was silly, wrong even, to try to delay reality with dreams of soft touches and warm kisses, but he didn’t care.  He’d done it all night, so what was a couple more hours?  

He wouldn’t even notice the scrap of paper on the table until the next morning.  It wasn’t much, a few words scrawled in her delicate handwriting on the back of a newspaper ad for laundry detergent is all:

Love you always.  Goodbye, angel.

Strangely enough, the five little words provided some kind of comfort as he picked up the shattered remains of his heart.  It couldn’t undo the damage or magically make his heartache go away, but it wasn’t supposed to.  All the note could do was make the transition a little less… painful.  It became a little piece of her to carry with him as he tried to move on, a reminder of what they’d had and how good it had been.  He didn’t need a monologue of reasons for why she left, he didn’t want one because this note said something far more important than all of that:  she loved him.  

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[oh-austin]

“You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.” w/ austin <3

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Sleep wasn’t coming. You weren’t sure if you were too cold, too hot, if you were starving or if there was anything wrong at all; but you couldn’t get to sleep. Austin was beside you, taunting you almost. He went to bed at nine and had been sleeping ever since. You wanted to resent him for sleeping soundly, but you were glad he was finally getting a good nights rest. He deserves it.

In your restlessness, you decided that making yourself something to eat might solve your issue. You tried your best to push yourself up and out of bed, your belly getting in your way. You were getting closer to your due date, the idea that you were going to be a family of three very soon was getting more real each day.

You toddled down the stairs and into your kitchen, rummaging through the pantry and refrigerator to see what you had to eat. You settled on just a sandwich, simple and easy in your tired state. You pulled the bread out of the box and sliced two pieces and put them on the bench, not bothering with a plate.

You spread some peanut butter on one slice, the other side bare. You couldn't find the jam jar for the life of you. You felt like you could've been on prank'd- that Ashton Kutcher was about to come out with a camera crew at any moment. You weren't sure if it was pregnancy fog, but you just couldn't find it.

Until you peered on your tippy toes and found it tucked away on the top shelf. You rolled your eyes, knowing Austin wouldn't have thought twice when putting it away- just out of your reach.

You stretched yourself thin, trying to pull the jar of jelly down. You were able to push it slightly with the pads of your fingers. It shuffled closer to the edge, and closer, until it fell and you couldn't catch it.

Smash!

Austin jolted in his sleep, his heart racing from the unexpected interruption. He quickly turned to your side of the bed, ready to make sure you were alright, but you weren't there. He calmed down, realising that you were most likely the cause of the smashing sound.

He pulled himself out from underneath the sheets and made his way downstairs. He look around the living room for you, but you were no where to be found, until he walked into the kitchen.

"Baby are you okay?" He rushed over to you

"Austin!" You exclaimed, "There's glass," You reminded him, having taken no consideration for the smashed jar of jelly on the pantry floor.

There you sat on the ground, defeated, and in the pantry doorway. You couldn't help yourself but to crawl into a ball on the floor and cry. You weren't sure if you were going to blame it on being tired or on being pregnant, but it would be one of them.

"Are you alright? What's happened?" Austin knelt beside you, taking your face into his hands. He scanned over your body, trying to see if you were okay or hurt.

"I'm okay," You sniffed, a tear strikes face, "I just wanted the jar down so I could make my sandwich".

"Why did you want a sandwich?" He asked. Austin looked confused, maybe it was because he just woke up, maybe it was because you sounded like you were speaking gibberish to the unfamiliar mind.

"Because I couldn't sleep!" Tears began to fall from your eyes once more, frustration bubbling in your belly.

"Why didn't you get me up? I would've made it for you," He stares as you like you have two heads, "Or at least have stayed up with you,"

"You need to sleep!" You didn't mean to raise your voice, but you just couldn't help yourself, "You're busy!"

"You need to sleep, you're having a baby!" He stresses. His eyes are so full of concern you don't know what to say. Austin was worried.

"I just wanted something to eat," You let your head drop.

"Oh mamas," Austin closed his eyes and pulled you into his lap, rocking you softly from side to side, "I love you so much" He shook his head, pulling you closer to his chest.

“You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar” You looked up at him, confused on why he said that.

"And that's why I love you," He explained, a smirk laying on his lips, "Go lay on the couch please. I'll clean this up and make you another sandwich"

"I don't want one anymore, there's no jam" You shook your head, leaning into his touch.

"Then I'll make you something else, what else would you like?" He asked, kissing your hair.

"Some fruit maybe?" You shrugged.

"Fruit?" He asked

"Yeah," You nodded.

"I can do that," He chuckled, inhaling your scent. The familiar smell never grew old to him.

"I love you," You whispered.

"I love you more" Austin smiled, looking down at you.

You met his gaze, "I'm sorry I smashed the jam jar".

"Mamas," He cupped your cheek with his hand, "We'll buy another" He placed a soft kiss on your lips.

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[elvisabutler]

hi!!!! happy 500 follower gala!! i’m so excited, may i please request angst “is this new? wait, are you hurt?” with austin butler.

no pressure, and again, happy 500!

hi anon!!! you definitely can and i went places with this because austin- bless his heart did give us the beauty of hitting himself in the head with a guitar. however i wanted to be- different. and then this turned into what it is. i hope you like! and thank you so much for taking time out of your day to request!

angst, "is this new? wait are you hurt?" - austin butler soulmate au ( also titled: you're gonna make me sore )

tw: injury ( both reader and austin ), brief mention of austin's mother's death, angst? the injury i mention didn't happen as far as i'm aware of but i needed something here. also blood because we're talking about his eyebrow injury.

the thing is, not everyone in the world has a soulmate, it's why everyone isn't really taught anything concrete about it until it is absolutely necessary. sure you know about it, but one always defines it as fantasy because that's what it's depicted as in life. a fantasy that isn't real and that will never be real. you only find out about it when you have a phantom pain in your chest. it is september 2014 and you are confused. it stays there for- well it never really goes away, just lessens with time.

that was your first hint, but your second one comes when austin butler is filming the shannara chronicles and does something to his leg. you're out and about and suddenly have to grab onto your friend to steady yourself so you don't just topple over. you can't really walk on it all that easy and your friend and you manage to get you to an er where they tell you strained something- or more accurately your soulmate strained something so they could give you some medication but- there was nothing really to fix on their end. you see the article about austin's on set injury later on that day.

you're the one who injures yourself next hilariously when going to see austin in iceman cometh. you're not expecting anything, he's famous and with vanessa hudgens who is sitting in the front row looking dazzling as ever. you trip over- what honestly was probably your own two feet and tumble to the ground, breaking your ankle in the process. austin's understudy performs that night and it's fine. you actually come back the next night to see austin limping across the stage and feel so bad that you have to introduce yourself with your matching boot.

"hi, i'm y/n. you were great tonight, austin." you pause looking down and biting your lip almost at the same time he does. "sorry about your ankle."

he looks down at your own ankle and his eyes widen just a hair. "likewise. when did you-"

you debate not answering or telling him a lie but he asks it so earnestly and this is your soulmate you can't lie to him not when you know it would be hard to see him even if you tell him the truth. "yesterday night."

he blinks slowly and his upper teeth just worry at the entirety of his bottom lip before he speaks again. "stay here. i- just stay here for a bit."

you do and the two of you talk. he does not break up with vanessa and you do not break up with your significant other. but you get each other's numbers. and so you talk, you get to know each other. it's not unheard of for soulmates to be purely platonic but you had hoped when you realized that your connection was this type that maybe you wouldn't be. maybe that you two would be romantic and you'd be swept off your feet. this is what happens when the media's depictions of soulmates are what they are. you get skewed ideas on things.

it's 2020 and you're both single. it's 2020 and he is stuck in australia focusing on elvis and you are in your home city. he misses you he says, wishes you were here because he really misses human interaction in person. he wishes you were here for him to hold and to wrap in bubble wrap because- "how did you cut your lip with a fork, darlin'?". it's sometime in 2021 and you know austin is filming that day when you suddenly feel a searing pain in your head and in your vision you see a bit of blood coming down from your eyebrow. you know you didn't hit anything so that had to come from austin and- you're not dying, you- you'd know if this was a car accident or something but god your head hurts and where is your phone.

you find it on the bed mashed up against some covers and you shakily dial austin's number. you know he's probably filming but if his head is- if he hurt himself like this he needs to answer. he doesn't and so you call him again and again and again until it's been 10 calls and he doesn't answer. the last one you leave a voicemail.

"austin? is this new?" a brief pause as you try to rub the blood from your eyebrow. "wait, are you hurt? call me!"

he doesn't call you for a day. you are on the next plane out to austraila to make sure you still have a soulmate.

"it was just a scratch- i- come here." austin says pulling you into a hug.

"bullshit, butler." you should be angry and maybe you are a little but you haven't touched austin in so long and you have your stitches to match his so it all ended fine enough. "you scared me. don't do that again."

"i won't."

#so i almost had it so the reader and austin never met. #i also almost wrote this as austin x olivia #basically when giving me freedom over prompts i go places. #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler angst #this is like the tamest angst i've done lately. #austin butler fanfic #austin butler blurb #ally's 500 follower gala #ally answers asks