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mamaspresley · 2 years

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taking the next step | austinbutler

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“i don’t think i’m ever gonna get over that movie,” you said as you walked through the front door of your apartment, austin following behind you as you threw your keys on the island counter. “i mean, the hair, the makeup — you looked just like him. and you sounded identical too, i couldn’t tell you guys apart. and your acting, baby. oh my god, you’re so talented. like, i’m never gonna get over that. and baz did such a great job, his directing is out of this world. everything he does — i think this has gotta be my favourite movie of all time.”

“not biased, or anything,” austin teased, and you turned back to look at him with a small grin on your face.

“no, not biased. yes my boyfriend is literally elvis but no, the movie was so much more than that. you were so much more than that,” you said. “you literally became him, aus. i can tell how much you threw into that film and just holy shit, it was so worth it. like that was incredible!”

“how about you stop talking and kiss me,” austin said, putting his hands on your hips and backing you into the counter. smiling, you nodded, and let the boy dip down to press his soft lips on yours. your hands found home in his curls as you deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours and, in austin’s words, shut you up. you completely were okay with it, though — when it meant kissing him, you were okay with just about anything.

austin and you had only been dating for just over half a year but everyone who knew you could tell that what you had between the two of you was special. you had a connection like no other and from the moment you met, you both knew you were in love. you met at a club, and that night got talking deeply about the movie he was filming, which he refused to tell you was the newest elvis biopic everyone was gushing about. you found out only about a week after that, after you and austin had been talking every second of every day, and you began going out shortly after as well. it was his first relationship since his nearly decade-long one which ended a few years back, so austin made sure to let you know that he wanted to take things slow, which you were completely fine with — you felt things for the boy like you felt for no other. but ‘taking things slow’ didn’t go as planned, as the two of you quickly learned that what you had wasn’t just a common attraction. no, you were in love, and you both knew it.

“as much as i love kissing you,” austin mumbled into your neck, pressing his lips to your jaw, then your cheek, then your forehead, “i really need to go shower.”

“okay,” you said, unwrapping your arms from his neck but austin couldn’t stop kissing you, his lips sweet against your shoulder, your neck, below your ear— “austin...”

“sorry,” he said, lastly kissing your lips while you both smiled. “i’ll be quick.”

“mhm,” you mumbled, grabbing a fistful of his shirt before pulling him back in for another kiss.

while austin showered, the running water became white noise for you as you sat in bed, in your pajamas now, reading a book. although this was your apartment, austin practically lived here, too. his house was farther out of the city, whereas your building was right in the middle of downtown, easy to access from any time of the day. sure, austin’s house was bigger and you thought it was a lot nicer, but he shook his head any time you mentioned it. he loved your place, he said he didn’t like a big house because it made him feel more alone. he liked your apartment, his favourite thing was sitting out on your balcony at night while you were sleeping, watching the cars race by below him and the lights of the city flicker. so naturally you spent the most time at yours, and you didn’t mind. he had his own things here, his shower necessities and nearly a full wardrobe in your closet. that was nice, for when he wasn’t with you and you wanted to wear his clothes. but you wore his clothes anyways, regardless of if he was there to know it or not.

“that’s my favourite shirt,” austin said as he walked out of the bathroom that had one door attached to your room, the other to the hallway outside. you looked up from your book, then down at the older oversized grey tee you wore.

“i guess it is, i didn’t even notice,” you said, turning back to your book. austin dried off his hair, throwing the towel over the bathroom door as he walked over to your closet, the towel he wore riding low on his hips. his back muscles stretched as he leafed through his clothes, and you couldn’t help but watch as he dropped the towel to step into a pair of boxers.

he turned around seconds later, feeling your eyes burn into him, and he smirked. “book not interesting?” you shook your head, closing the novel as you watched him.

“not like you are.”

austin hummed, making his way to the bed and crawling over you. his lips met yours in an instant, kissing you softly, gently — not like you wanted. he ghosted over you, whispering, “real life’s way better, anyways.” you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his pretty blue ones. he kissed you sweetly. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

you put your book away as austin climbed in next to you, your lights off, the moon illuminating the room just fine. he pulled you under his arm, kissing the side of your head as you nuzzled in beside him. he smelled good, of the body wash you shared, and his skin felt so soft under your fingertips, grazing up and down his abs.

“would you wanna move in together?” austin found himself saying, and his voice in the darkness wasn’t the thing to surprise you, but his words.

“what?”

“we basically already live together, but like, get our own place. i think i’m gonna sell my property. and i’ve kind of already been looking, there’s a really nice loft on like, the edge of the city, not too far from here. two bedrooms. and—”

you sat up, looking up at the boy as you leaned on your elbow. “you’re serious?”

austin felt himself growing hot, embarrassed, but he pushed the feelings aside and nodded. “yeah. you always say how you hate how small your apartment is. but my place is too big, it feels wrong. so i was thinking maybe we could just get a place together, you know— start the next chapter in our lives, kinda thing.”

you smiled. “okay.”

“really?”

“yeah,” you nodded. “that would be nice. a place that’s, like, ours. not just my apartment or your house.”

“exactly,” austin said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “okay, good. i thought you were gonna call me crazy.”

“no, never.” you settled back in on his chest, a large smile on your lips now. silence casted over the two of you for a few seconds before you spoke up again. “do you want to have kids?”

austin took a couple seconds before answering. “yeah, yeah ‘course i do. do you?”

“yeah. two.”

“i was thinking three,” he said, and you tilted your head up to look at him, the room dark but his eyes glistening in the moonlight. “boys.”

“how about two girls and a boy.”

“i don’t want girls, i’m scared i’ll mess them up,” austin said, and you laughed at that. “and i don’t wanna deal with boyfriends. can you imagine? i know what boys are like, i’ll want to kill all of them.”

“okay, you’re right. maybe two boys and one girl, i can’t be the only girl in the house,” you said, and austin agreed. his hand began carding through your hair, mindlessly as he became lost in thought.

“boys gotta be older, though. so she can be protected. older brothers can beat up the boyfriends for us. and i’m not doing the birds and the bees talk with her, that’s your job. i’ll handle the boys, they’re easy.” austin rambled on for a few minutes about your future family, and you couldn’t help but smile, listening to him talk. he began listing off names he liked, what sports he wanted them to play, even what occupation they would each grow up to take. it wasn’t until about six minutes of you not saying anything that austin looked down at you, brushing your hair back off your forehead as he asked quietly, “you asleep, love?”

“no. just listening.”

“oh,” he said, and austin chuckled. “i’m sorry. i got a bit ahead of myself there, didn’t i?”

“nothing to apologize for,” you said, grabbing austin’s hand from your chest and interlacing your fingers. you kissed the back of it gently, looking up at him. his eyes glittered with the reflection of the city lights in your window, and you couldn’t help but think to yourself how beautiful the boy laying above you was. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, angel.” austin bent down to press a kiss to your forehead, using his free arm to wrap around you tightly and pull you closer to his chest, as close as possible.

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bcofl0ve · 2 years

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Invisible String (Part 1)

(part 1/9)

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

word count: 2,600

authors note: yes i know the shannara chronicles was filmed in new zealand but this is my au and i can do what i want so we’re pretending it was filmed in queensland. covid also doesn’t exist in this story, because i said so, hence the filming schedule being one of my own making.

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, pls feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

April 23rd, 2020

"You interested in working in film again?"

You raised an eyebrow at your best friend sitting opposite you on the couch, pausing short of tossing more popcorn into your mouth from the bowl between you.

"Is there a reason you're asking?"

She chuckled, lowering her voice and leaning over to you, a playful smile on her face.

"A little birdie told me that one of the lighting assistants at Elvis had to resign because of a family emergency and they’re desperate for a replacement.”

Leah was clearly getting a kick out of this, and you wanted to kick her for it. Knowing Elvis was filming in your area and that there was a non zero chance you'd run into Austin on the street was enough of a headache, let alone having to skirt around him on a daily basis.

"I can't work there, you know that." You said flatly, and Leah only shrugged, cocking her head.

"Do I? It's just tech work, not like you'll have to interact with Austin that much anyways."

"That," You started, nudging your head towards a framed photo of you and Cora on the coffee table. It was taken on her fourth birthday, the blue eyed little girl sitting on your knees, head of blonde hair tucked into your shoulder. "happened when I was just doing tech work. I can't Leah,"

It wasn’t that you’d take any of what happened that 2015 summer back, you were quick to tell anyone that your daughter was the best thing that ever happened to you. But some things, her father in particular, were better left in the past.

"How much are you making right now?" Leah asked, pulling out her phone as she talked. "Because this is what Elvis is paying."

Your eyes widened when you saw the salary listed on the email she’d pulled up, nearly triple what you were making at your current gig running lighting for a local news station.

"You go, you do your lighting thing, you come home. If you wear a hat and your bluelight glasses Austin doesn't even have to know you're there."

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April 30th, 2020

Against your better judgment you inquired about the position, and Leah must’ve been right about how depeserate they were for a replacement because you got a call within a few hours asking for the earliest date you could start.

You followed Leah’s advice of trying to alter your appearance just enough to maybe pass as someone else to Austin, your hair tied up and pushed through a baseball cap, tan rimmed bluelight glasses that you typically saved for long hours on your laptop perched on your nose.

And the get up wasn’t even necessary. You’d spent your first day helping with lights for scenes with Tom Hanks in a conference room setup, overhearing that it was a dance rehearsal day for most everyone else. By the time the day was over ditched the glasses and cap, assuming you were safe from running into Austin at least for the time being as you put equipment away.

"Hey there.”

You could've screamed when you heard his voice from right behind you, flinching and dropping the cords you were wrapping.

Austin was apologizing as you turned around, and you swallowed as you got a good look at him. He looked drastically different than he did four summers ago, his hair short and black as opposed to the blonde waves that used to fall at his shoulders. His face hadn't changed much though.

The blue eyes that matched the photo of your daughter on your lockscreen made you want to bolt, but the window of opportunity for that quickly shut as he kept talking.

"I just," He started nervously, pushing a hand through his hair. "Y/N, right?"

"Yeah, that’s me." You said and forced a smile. Austin laughed.

"Okay good, this would be so weird if it wasn't you. It's been, what, four- five years? Wow,"

He gave you a one over and you hoped the flush you felt wasn’t showing up too obviously on your face.

"And look at you, Mr. Presley himself." You tried, leaning back against the table as Austin let out a breath. "I'm still wrapping my head around it all. But how you've been?"

"Not too bad,”

Your phone buzzing saved you from thinking of what else to say, except the voice of Cora's day care coordinator on the other end was the last thing you wanted to hear right now. Austin was still standing there when you hung up, something you hated because now you were close to tears and could think of about twenty ways this whole debacle could go from bad to worse.

"Everything okay?"

Austin’s voice cut through your panic, and exacerbated it.

"That was my daugher's daycare.”

The words tumbled out of you before you could stop them, heart hammering in your chest as you kept talking, snatching the cords you'd dropped off the floor and putting them back on the table in a frenzy. "She said something about stitches, St. Vincent’s Hospital. My car's in the shop, I need to get a Lyft,"

There wasn't one rational reason you were telling Austin any of this, just that you were a panic talker. You recognized somewhere in the haze of worry that you needed to stop talking before it bit you in the ass, though you recognized it a little too late.

"I'll drive you."

Those three words snapped you back to reality like a rubberband, and you shook your head as you brushed past Austin to walk away.

"You can't do that, you'll get recognized,"

You were already past him, but heard him rustling through his bag and before you could protest anymore there was quiet "No, come on," and he was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, a hand on your back as he ushered you in the direction of the parking lot.

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The car was quiet as he started driving save for the heavy breathing you were barley managing to get under control. Austin pulled to a stop at a redlight, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he spoke lightly.

"So you have a daughter now?"

"Yeah who apparently cracked her chin open on the playground.”

You didn’t mean for it to come out so bluntly, mumbling an apology that he told you not to worry about. The rest of the drive was silent.

When he pulled up to the hospital you jumped out the second the car slowed enough for you to do so, spotting Cora’s daycare director in the lobby and making a beeline for her. Assuring you she'd only left Cora alone long enough to meet you, she took you down the hall to her room.

And you didn’t notice Austin had followed you in until you saw the other woman’s eyes widen when she brushed past you to leave.

"Hiya," He said, southern accent intact and you'd find it funny if you weren't all standing in the hospital for his daughter that he didn't know existed.

Leaving them both in the hallway, you rushed into the hospital room so fast you didn't bother to shut the door behind you. Cora was groggy from sedatives but reached out when she saw you, tear stains still on her cheeks.

“Mommy, ouchie,”

"I'm here baby.” You said as you scooped her up, kissing her head and pulling back to look at the line of stitches in her chin. "I'm sorry you got hurt,”

"Who's that?"

She interrupted you, pointing a finger towards the open doorway. Austin was still in the hallway, except the coolness he'd had with the daycare director was gone and replaced with a look that you’d spent the last four years terrified of. His pupils were enlarged, hand over the bottom of his mouth. He dropped it when he realized you were looking, but his expression didn't change.

"That's just a friend from work who drove me here," You said through the growing lump in your throat, unable to look back at him. "I'll be right back, okay?"

After setting her back on the hospital cot and covering her back up with the provided blanket you walked out of the room, remembering to close the door behind you this time.

“You don’t have to stay, I have to call someone to pick us up anyways because she needs a carseat,”

You tried to steer away from the inevitable, but Austin didn’t waste any time.

"Y/N, how old is she?"

His voice was tight and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, staring at the floor like you could will it to open up and swallow you.

“Austin,” You managed to croak out, and the indignation you could feel radiating off of him made your eyes sting.

"You know not answering is an answer in itself, right?"

Forcing yourself to look up, you squeezed your eyes shut and back open, hoping it was enough to keep yourself from crying in front of him. "I can't do this here." You started. "I need- I need to get her home. If your number hasn't changed l'll call you when she's in bed,"

He nodded, giving you a terse “Alright then.” before turning to walk away. When he disappeared around the corner you let a few tears fall, wiping them away and feeling nauseous as you pushed open the door to go back to Cora.

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Your head was still spinning by the time the doorbell rang at eight o’clock that night. And when you opened it to Austin you cleared your throat, bringing a hand to grasp the doorframe.

"If you're going to yell at me we need to take this outside, Cora's asleep." You said and his eyes widened a little.

"I'm not gonna yell at you."

Your back was to Austin after you let him in, but you could sense him looking around. There was evidence of your daughter everywhere, photos on the wall and toys you hadn't had the energy to pick up given recent events scattered around the floor. When you reached the kitchen and did turn to look at him he was popping his knuckles.

Taking the bar stool you pulled out for him, he sat as you walked to the other side of the counter.

"So she's gotta be four, right?" He started before you could say anything, eyes falling away from you and to a photo on the wall. "And she's-"

"She's yours."

You cut him off, biting the inside of your cheek. "If you want a paternity test we can do one, but that summer, there was no one else."

"Workin' on Elvis, were you just hoping we never ran into each other? I don't get it." He stated, gesturing aimlessly.

"The friend who sent me the application practically had to force my hand, I didn't want to. But the money, this is more than I'm making anywhere else, being able to send Cora to a good pre-school in the fall,"

You hated that your voice was shaking, along with your hands, where you’d clenched a fist without realizing it.

“I decided it was worth taking my chances."

"And when you found out you were pregnant- you didn't think to call?"

The truth was that you had thought to call, briefly. But a tabloid hard launch of Austin getting back together with his ex girlfriend came before you bring yourself to dial his number.

"When I found out I was pregnant you were back in the states and back with Vanessa. What was I supposed to do?" You said, and you would’ve been a lot louder if you didn’t have to worry about waking Cora up. "Hey I know you just left, but you need to leave your girlfriend and fly back across the globe because the techie you had a fling with is pregnant."

"I would've."

You shook your head, shooting back bluntly.

"You wouldn't have."

If he truly did feel differently he didn't argue, chewing on his bottom lip for a beat before he spoke, his voice a degree softer. "You said her name is Cora?"

"Cora Jean. Thought she might go by CJ but she corrects anyone that tries, "I'm not Cee-Jay, I'm Cora.””

You couldn’t help a little smile as you imitated her, and felt your shoulders relax when you saw the hint of a smile on his face too.

"Who's there mommy?"

You turned when you heard the familiar pipsqueak voice of your daughter, your eyes finding her standing in the mouth of the hallway rubbing her eyes.

"Remember my friend from the doctor's? It's just him Cor, you can go back to bed."

Cora squinted for a second to verify that herself, walking a little further into the light. Satisfied with the confirmation, she rubbed her eyes with the hand not clinging to her stuffed koala.

“Night night mommy’s friend,” She said sleepily, giving a small wave.

Austin waved back, and you didn’t know if he’d wanted you to hear the quiet “Goodnight baby,” he said in response but it made your chest tighten either way.

"I don't want to keep you from her," You said when she’d disappeared back down the hallway, looking at your hands folded together on the table. "But having her splashed on the cover of People in some scandal story, paparazzi outside our house, that's a part of why I never told you."

A “part” was underselling the amount of nightmares you’d had from the time Cora was still in-utero about waking up to the fallout of one wrong person finding out about her parentage. You were sure there were people who drew their own silent conclusions , but you’d only told your mother and Leah yourself. The two people who you trusted wouldn't tell a soul.

How careful you’d been didn't stop your heart from stuttering when a stranger's eyes in the grocery store lingered a little too long though.

"I don't want that for her either. We're," Austin said gently, reaching a hand across the counter and laying it over yours. "We're gonna figure this out. You and me."

You nodded, wanting more than anything to believe that that was still possible after all this time.

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Sleep didn't come easy for you that night, your mind racing as you laid awake staring at the ceiling. Just when you started to feel too tired to physically stay awake much longer, your phone buzzed.

Apparently Austin couldn't sleep either.

If it's not too much could you send me some photos?

You sat up a little, eyes heavy as you swiped open your phone, going to your camera roll and thumbing through the album labeled Cora Jean. The photos you chose ranged from across the years. Cora sitting in her high chair at only a few months old, grinning at the camera through the food covering her face, the two of you in your mom's backyard at her second birthday, a little video of her first dance recital, a photo her daycare had sent you her during art time, paint smeared across her nose.

When you texted the final selections, an ache bloomed in your chest as the gravity of it all finally started to sink in. Tugging the covers over your head, you willed yourself to crash and forget about everything for just a few hours.

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bitter69uk · 6 months

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“Continuing her publicity tour for the film (Rancho Notorious (1952)) in Los Angeles, Dietrich learned that the actor Kirk Douglas was ill with pneumonia after the dangerous river scenes of his recent film The Big Sky (1952). Although she had met him only once (through their mutual friend Billy Wilder), Dietrich at once swept down on Douglas, offering (as he later said), “soup [and] affectionate sex. But that was less than the mothering, the closeness. Marlene is an unusual person. She seemed to love you much more if you were not well. When you became strong and healthy, she loved you less.” The liaison was as brief as Douglas’ illness, which kept him bedridden only a few weeks that spring; their later meetings were infrequent, cordial and much less intimate.”

/ From the 1992 biography Dietrich by Donald Spoto /

Fun couple! Marlene Dietrich visits Kirk Douglas during production of his Vincent Van Gogh biopic Lust for Life (1956). Doesn’t Douglas look au courant with that rugged beard? And Dietrich could give a masterclass how to beautifully arrange your legs for maximum advantage.

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powerofelvis · 2 years

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Can I have a morning smut with y/n and Austin where someone walks in on them. Austin just pauses with his dick still inside y/n because they are completely covered by the duvet. And the person that walked in doesn’t even realize they where having sex so they rip the covers off saying “it’s time to get up” but then it is obvious Austin has his dick in y/n

So I did something a little different with this one because it’s been done over and over again by other people! Which I encourage you to read their works as well because it’s a great storyline. Instead of ripping the covers off, I just had them burst into the room as they were being ✨intimate✨ so I hope you like it! 😂

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 680

Warning(s): Smut

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The sun was bright in the sky, shining in the window of the bedroom that you and Austin shared. You were visiting him in Australia where he was shooting for the new Elvis biopic. The night before, you had arrived in Australia under the guise that you were unable to visit him due to schedule conflicts. You surprised Austin as he was finishing up with the day, nervously hoping that he wasn’t upset with you because you lied. As he walked out of the set, you called out his name, waving. “Aus!” His head snapped over towards you and he immediately ran over, scooping you up off of the grass, spinning you around. “Sweetheart! I thought you were going to be flying to New York tonight?” He asked, nuzzling his face in your neck. “I wanted to surprise you!” You said, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss.

That night, Austin made love to you like you were going to disappear from his arms. The next morning, you awoke feeling Austin pressing kisses along your shoulder. You giggled, turning over. “Someone is excited this morning.” You giggled as he lined his cock up to your entrance. He pushed inside of you, filling you to the hilt. You moaned, holding on to his shoulders as he pumped his cock in and out of you slowly. “I’ve missed you so much, my sweet girl.” His raspy morning voice sends shivers up your spine. You were in bliss, pulling him closer to you as he continued pumping into you. “Aus..” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His lips pressed to your throat, leaving purple marks along your collarbone. He pulled out of you, turning you over to your side, raising your leg slightly before sliding back into you. You gasped, holding on to the pillow as he drilled his hips harder into you. The pleasure was so strong that you could feel the blood pumping in your ears. “Aus…please…” you moaned as you wanted him to do more. “What do you want me to do, sweet girl.” He moaned out as he wrapped his right hand around your throat as he pounded into you.

You both didn’t realize that Austin was needed at the set an hour ago and that Baz was at his hotel door with the front desk attendant. Your moans bouncing off the walls as Austin continued to pleasure you. The front desk attendant opened the door for Baz, looking at him with a look of embarrassment at the noises that were coming out of the room. Baz shook his head with a chuckle as he pushed the door open, moans hitting his ears clearly as he walked inside. “Austin.” He called out, knocking on the door. The two of you couldn’t hear him as your moans drowned out the intrusion of the older man. He opened the door, clearing his throat.

You screamed, covering yourself up at the sight of the older man standing in the doorway. Austin on the other hand was about to climax and the scare did nothing to stop it. “Fuck I’m-.” He moaned out as he came inside of you. He looked up at Baz, his cock still inside of you. “Shit! What are you doing here, Baz?” He asked, still releasing inside of your walls. “You were due at the set an hour ago, but now I see why you are late.” Baz laughed. “Whenever you two lovebirds get finished, hurry to the set, will ya?” He laughed before leaving you two alone. You hid under the sheet, embarrassed that the director witnessed you both being intimate.

Austin chuckled under his breath, pulling his now soft cock out of you. “A phone call would have been nice.” He got out of the bed, grabbing his briefs. You couldn’t help but laugh, although you were unbelievably embarrassed that it happened. “Yeah, maybe they should call next time.” You giggled, following him out of the bed as you two went into the bathroom to no doubt finish what you two started.

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valerielemercier · 6 months

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Ce matin, François Morel a écrit une lettre pour Valérie Lemercier Chère Valérie Lemercier, Je vous écris cette lettre que je ne vais pas poster vu que je vais directement vous la lire ce matin. Moi, ça m’économise un timbre et peut-être ça fera parler de votre film Aline, qui sans doute n’en a pas besoin, mais quand même le bouche à oreille, c’est encore la manière la plus efficace d’inciter à partager ce qu’on aime et vu que je suis une bouche derrière un micro qui parle à des oreilles qui écoutent la radio, ce serait bête de ne pas en profiter étant donné que je voudrais que tout le monde aille voir votre film vu qu’il est beau, tellement drôle et tellement bouleversant, tellement populaire et tellement singulier. Valérie, cette chronique n’est pas un exercice de copinage, je vous connais sans vous connaître, je vous ai découvert il y a de ça une trentaine d’année, quand nous étions dans les studios de Boulogne, dirigés par Jean-Michel Ribes, vous étiez Lady Palace et j’étais Alfred le Groom. Je sais, ça ne rajeunit personne. Depuis, nous nous sommes peu vus. Moi, j’allais voir vos spectacles et chaque fois j’étais scié, par votre inspiration, vos talents multiples, votre culot. La dernière fois, c’était au Châtelet, vous traversiez le plateau avec une valise à roulettes et c’était beau comme un dessin de Sempé. Hier, je suis allé vous voir dans Aline. Avant vous, je crois, de ma vie je n’avais jamais pensé à Céline Dion et puis vous m’avez présenté à Aline Dieu et depuis je crois en Dion. Ce que vous avez tourné, ce n’est pas un biopic parce que pendant tout le film on ne voit que vous, Valérie Lemercier. Ce que vous avez filmé, ce n’est jamais une parodie, vous ne vous moquez jamais, vous rigolez pourtant comme on rigole avec ceux qu’on aime. On ne sait pas si vous êtes Aline ou Céline ou Valérie, ou les trois à la fois mais ça n’a aucune importance. C’est un truc à part que vous avez réalisé, qui parle de plein de choses, de la volonté de chanter qui se confond avec le désir de vivre, du courage, de la famille, du couple, des enfants, de la naïveté, de l’amour, de la vie. Vous êtes toujours là où on ne vous attend pas Il faudrait dire du bien de chaque actrice, de chaque acteur qui vous entoure, de Sylvain Marcel, de Danielle Fichaud, de Roc La Fortune, de Jean-Noël Brouté, d’Elsa Tauveron, de tous les autres, il faudrait citer aussi le nom de la coiffeuse, de la costumière. J’espère que les spectateurs qui iront voir Aline resteront jusqu’au bout du générique en signe de reconnaissance à tous ceux qui ont œuvré pour votre film. C’est un film tellement épatant, tendre, drôle mais jamais moqueur, complétement premier degré et intégralement subtil. C’est un film France Inter, Laurence Bloch s’engage à rembourser chaque spectateur à qui le film, par erreur, ne plairait pas. Valérie, je vous embrasse. Peut-être qu’on se tutoie, auquel cas, je t’embrasse.

Merci François

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pickledpascal · 2 years

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darlinboypresley · 1 year

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i've got my eye on you

pairing: austin x reader

summeray; uh reader is getting hate and becomes suicidal austin heps them trough it uh yea

trigger wanrnings: mentions of hate, suicide depresion swearing

authors note; i wrote this from a very persoal pov so if you have any hate keep it to yourself and dont read it please

It wasn’t easy for Austin to see his girlfriend being hated on, no matter what you did it was never good enough for his fans. i mean you were a singer and he was an actor.. the two of you'd been dating for quite sometime now and the hate kept coming but…

In full honesty it shouldn’t matter right? He thought to himself. But that was easier said then done, he loved you and you loved him and that’s all that should matter.

But lately he started to notice his girlfriend giving away things she liked, not even liked, love it could differ from it being your favorite lipstick. To your favorite dress, it was mostly to your friends but…

That didn’t mean he didn’t have his mind on it. If he was honest with himself he saw you losing that twinkle in your eyes. As if you were losing your love for life and he just.. he couldn’t let his baby, his precious girl slip through his fingers like that.

He couldn't have it all gone, after his day off filming he decided to pick up a bouquet of your favorite flowers, sure it was a small gesture but it’s gotta count for something…right? he questioned himself. when he finally got back to you’re shared apartment, he found you sobbing on the couch,

his heart broke at the sound of your sobbing. There you were the love of his life his Everything. Was sitting on the couch wearing her favorite hoodie. And was crying her eyes out, reading all the hate his own God fans posted on internet.

He told her every time again not to look at it. That they weren’t true but she couldn’t help it they haunted her down if they needed to, on to tell her stuff like “you are so fucking ugly” or “Austin deserves so much better”, “I don’t know what he sees in her she’s so talentless”.

To be honest the list went on and on about how much they hated his girl. But what people don’t understand is that words and actions hurt and my god was his girl going. Trough it he gently made his way over to the couch and. Got on his knees in front of you “baby..” he said gently as ever. In a thick southern accent he had due to getting the honors to play the king of rock n roll. In the upcoming biopic Elvis,

“Hey c’mon honey look at me.. show me that pretty face please.” He said gently trying to keep his voice from cracking as his heart was breaking. You looked up at him as you managed to say trough your tears “I-I c-can’t do it anymore aus.. they hate me you ha-“ you cried as he cut you off before you could even finish that sentence.

“Don’t even dare say that I hate you baby. You know I love you… please don’t cry they don’t know what their talking about their dumb, and please don’t say that baby, you’re so strong I know you are darling we can get trough it” he said as he gently grabbed you’re face and placed his lips on yours. Finally letting his tears run over his cheeks,

He looked at her as she let out a soft sigh. It took him a while to speak up again, “ please princess please promise me you won’t … you won’t hurt yourself!” He asked and you looked at him for a moment. “I-….I promise”. You sobbed as he pulled you in a hug and climbed on the couch with you so he could cuddle you. he hate how he saw you lose joy in life, you started to lose joy in making music, you started to lose your passion for singing, the list went on and on.

and austin had only one mission really, that was to make you fall back in love with life

heyyy guys i uh was hopefull to say i'm back fully but i dont think i am since i just posted this while crying, but one day i'll be back you just wait and see

thank you for everyone liking/reblogging my posts it means A LOT as always i love you my munchkins

forever yours j x

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Cannes Film Festival's Douzaine begins! The French program Canal comments the opening of the festival on the Croisette

Reporter Emma: Welcome to Canal! As you have seen on our pictures, this year, His Majesty himself cut the ribbon and will inaugurate the festival. This had not happened for almost 100 years in Francesim!

Presenter Robert: Is the Emperor accompanied? I don't think I know that Reporter Emma: Yes Robert, I can confirm that the Emperor is not alone. He is accompanied by a young woman, I heard around me that she is a childhood friend of His Majesty. I must say that there is a lot of effervescence at the moment in Cannes!

Presenter Robert: We have just received information from the imperial palace Emma! Apparently it would be about his fiancée, His Majesty makes an official announcement! Presenter Thierry: It's wonderful and completely unexpected ! The edition of this year is decidedly unique! Presenter Robert: Indeed, that makes pleasure to see our young Emperor close to the French, and accompanied !

Presenter Thierry: The press release adds that it's Mademoiselle Charlotte de Mortemart, a childhood friend of the Emperor as you said Emma Journalist Emma: Gentlemen, look, Mademoiselle Charlotte is presenting her ring to the cameras of the whole world! Presenter Robert: Congratulations to the young lovebirds!

Journalist Emma: There is obviously a royal trend this year: Prince Henri of Pierreland is here as an actor! His Imperial Highness is accompanied by Chiara, who is his partner in the opening film Pierre the Great, a biopic on the Emperor. Note that this is the first time that the festival hosts a production of the Simflix platform.

Presenter Thierry: Princess Maria-Aisha, apparently came to attend the first steps of actor of her brother!

Presenter Robert: Our neighbors from Iona are also present at the festival, the royal princess came to support the Ionian artists!

Journalist Emma: I also saw the famous princess Leonor of Uspana, look at the pictures! She presents herself in a very classy black dress.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Cannes Film Festival, 7 Prairial An 230

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⚜ Traduction française

La Douzaine du festival de Cannes commence ! L'émission française Canal commente l'ouverture du festival de la Croisette

Journaliste Emma : Bienvenus en direct sur la chaîne Canal! Comme vous l'avez vu sur nos images, cette année, Sa Majesté en personne a coupé le ruban et inaugurera le festival. Cela n'était pas arrivé depuis presque 100 ans en Francesim !

Présentateur Robert : L'Empereur est accompagné ? Je ne crois pas être au courant Journaliste Emma : Oui Robert, je confirme que l'Empereur n'est pas seul. Il est accompagné d'une jeune femme, j'ai entendu autour de moi qu'il s'agissait d'une amie d'enfance de Sa Majesté. Je dois dire qu'il y a beaucoup d'effervescence actuellement à Cannes !

Présentateur Robert : Nous venons de recevoir des informations du palais impérial Emma ! Apparemment il s'agirait de sa fiancée, Sa Majesté fait une annonce officielle ! Présentateur Thierry : C'est merveilleux et complètement inattendu ! L'édition de cette année est décidément unique ! Présentateur Robert : En effet, cela fait plaisir de voir notre jeune Empereur proche des Français, et accompagné !

Présentateur Thierry : Le communiqué que nous venons de recevoir indique qu'il s'agit de Mademoiselle Charlotte de Mortemart, une amie d'enfance de l'Empereur comme vous le disiez Emma Journaliste Emma : Messieurs regardez, Mademoiselle Charlotte présente sa bague aux caméras du monde entier ! Présentateur Robert : Félicitations aux jeunes tourtereaux !

Journaliste Emma : Il y a manifestement cette année une tendance royale : le prince Henri de Pierreland est là en tant qu'acteur ! Son Altesse Impériale est accompagnée de Chiara, qui est sa partenaire dans le film d'ouverture Pierrelandais, un biopic sur l'Empereur Pierre le Grand. À noter que c'est la première fois que le festival accueille une production de la plateforme Simflix.

Présentateur Thierry : La princesse Maria-Aisha, est semble-t-il venue assister aux premiers pas d'acteur de son frère!

Présentateur Robert : Nos voisins d'Iona sont également présents au festival, la princesse royale est venue apporter son soutien aux artistes Ioniens !

Journaliste Emma : J'ai également aperçu il me semble la célèbre princesse Leonor d'Uspana, regardez les images! Elle se présente dans un robe noire très classe.

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