#elvis movie 2022

[klizzie93]

Credit to @ / giogiorubbish on Twitter

#austin butler #elvis movie 2022 #elvis movie screening #la

[yourforeverokay]

What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas (Elvis Presley x Reader) p.1

word count: 1,4k

warnings: a few curse words, drinking

summary: It was your husband's 30th birthday. You tried to be a good wife for him, so you bought tickets to Elvis' much wanted Las Vegas concert at the International hotel. The evening doesn't go the way you planned it though. What happens when you get ditched and catch Elvis' eye?

a/n: Hey everyone! I'm starting a series!! but I'll still continue making those short imagines of Elvis. I hope you guys liked this and please leave me some requests, if you have any. I would be happy to write something that you would want me to! Thank you all <3

"Happy birthday darling!" you yelled in excitement after handing John, your husband, your gift. It was in a tiny red envelope which made your husband raise his eyebrow. He thanked you with a half-hearted kiss and took the envelope from your hands. He opened it slowly with confusion plastered all over his face. He then took out a small brown piece of paper. He turned it around and noticed the name "Elvis" written in big letters and the number 17 on it. "Honey is this what I think it is?" his eyes grew wide. "YES! I finally got my hands on these bad boys." you laughed. John embraced you and lifted you off the ground. "Thank you, thank you and THANK YOU." he said while spinning you around. You were so happy that he liked the gift. He hasn't looked this happy ever, not even on your wedding day.

-

It was the 3rd day of June, and you were getting ready for the show in your hotel room. You had booked a room for a few days and while it was expensive, it was so worth it. Comfortable bed filled with a mountain of pillows, delicious breakfast and amazing view out of your window that shows Las Vegas in its all glory. You were not happy with one thing though. Your husband had brought 3 of his friends with him so he could "have the best experience possible" of Vegas. That meant getting drunk daily while wasting thousands on those cursed games. You wanted this to be the time dedicated for only the two of you. He had been working over-time every day and night so was it wrong for you to wish to spend some alone time with your own husband?

The door opened and you looked over your shoulder to see all 4 men stumbling through the door, already tipsy. "And did you see those fucking ti- Oh look who's here getting all dolled up for me." John walked over to you and caressed your shoulder. "You smell of whiskey." you said while continuing to apply mascara. "Well, is that a crime?" he cupped your face and you almost poked yourself in the eye. He turned you to face him and gave you a wet kiss which you did not enjoy. All of his friends started to laugh in the background. "Stop it." "Don't be like this sweetie. You know you want me. Why else would you cover your face with all this crap? It doesn't make you any prettier." Laugh erupted again behind him. Why was he acting like this? "The show is starting soon so we're going to go get some drinks before the King steps on stage. Don't take forever." John kissed your lips again and gave your cheek a pat. Frown made its way on to your face and a teardrop almost fell to your cheek but you had to keep it in so you wouldn't ruin your makeup. You looked at your own reflection on the mirror and you tried to smile to make things better. To make yourself forget what had just happened. To make yourself happier.

You finished your makeup and hair which was higher than usual. You wanted to look your best so maybe, just maybe, Elvis could notice you. Your seats were quite close to the stage, so it was possible. You laughed at the thought of that happening. You changed your clothes and put on a beautiful dress that you had bought for this occasion. It was sparkly and short with sleeves. You also wore your favorite knee-high boots. You checked that you had your tickets and a wallet with you and left the room with excitement boiling in you.

-

The hotel was packed with stylish, rich people that we're all going to different places in a hurry. Some were going to the bar to get drinks for the show, some were trying to find the closest bathroom, and some were just chatting with their people. You were trying to make your way to the showroom, but you accidentally pumped into someone. "I'm so sorry. It's so hard to make your way out of this pla-" your sentence was cut short when you noticed who you had pumped into. You recognized the man immediately...Jerry Schilling. "Don't worry about it. I hope you enjoy the show." he said to you quickly while walking past you. You saw him go through a door and closing it as fast as he opened it. Nobody had noticed the incident.

Finally, you found your way to your seat and surprisingly the table was empty. You glanced at your watch. It was 20:45 and your husband and his friends were nowhere to be seen. The show was starting in 15 minutes and the room was beginning to fill up. People were coming in from all the doors and still no husband. You sat down and tapped your finger anxiously on your thigh. 10 minutes pass and still no one. You considered leaving the room to check the bar if they might still be drinking but the lights closing stopped you. You glanced towards the main entrance while the golden curtains opened revealing all the musicians ready in their places. See See Rider starts playing. Still no husband. You decided that you were going to enjoy the concert even though he wasn't here. You spent all this time and money for this, so you had the right to enjoy the night to your fullest. A loud scream took you off your thoughts and suddenly the crowd was going crazy.

There he was. Elvis Presley in his white suit looking illegally good. His black hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes were shining bright. He looked at the crowd in awe and you couldn't stop looking at him. Everyone including you were mesmerized by his presence. "How are yall doing tonight?" he said smiling while putting his guitar around his waist. The crowd went crazy once again. In just seconds, your husband was out of your thoughts.

30 minutes had passed, and you were enjoying your time until something happened that almost made you choke on your own saliva. "Whatchu doing here all by yourself, pretty lady?" Elvis said while pointing his index finger at you. He had just finished singing The Wonder of You. All the lights and people's heads turned to you. "Me?" you pointed at yourself, almost being unable to answer. He nodded. "Well, my husband and his friends ditched me, but I couldn't help missing out this concert." you yelled so he could hear you. "Well, come here then." Elvis put his hand out for you. You stood up from your seat, knees shaking, and walked over to him. Elvis kneeled down to your level and embraced you. "Darling don't be blue and worry about him, I'll make it up for you, just wait." he put his microphone away from his face and whispered into your ear which gave you goose bumps. Elvis gave your cheek a peck and smiled at you. It looked genuine. You were too shocked to answer so you nodded and walked back to your seat, knees still weak. For the rest of the concert, you thought he was just playing around and not being serious but suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Jerry, and once again your eyes grew wide. "Hey, Elvis would like for you to join him at the backstage after the concert ends. We have to leave now before people notice though." Jerry said to you while offering his hand. You thought for a moment because you were worried that your husband would get mad at you but before saying anything you grabbed Jerry's hand and left the room with him. Before going through the door that was placed at the very back of the room near the entrance, you glanced at the stage and noticed Elvis watching the two of you. He gave you a small wink which made you blush. You stepped through the door and Jerry closed it behind him.

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[austinslounge]

Younger Elvis with Adult Elvis

Austin Butler & Chaydon Jay at the Australian red carpet premiere of ELVIS | Event Cinemas Pacific Fair | June 04, 2022 in Gold Coast, Australia.

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This is too cute 🥰

They really chose a young actor who really kind of favors Austin (and the real young Elvis) somewhat! Lips and all lol 🤭

I hope Chaydon continues acting! (If he wants to)

#austin butler #chaydon jay #tom hanks #Elvis premiere #elvis movie 2022 #red carpet #Australia #Elvis #June 4 2022

[thorinsbeard]

Movies watched in 2022: Elvis

#elvis #elvis presley #austin butler #elvis movie #elvis movie 2022 #tom hanks #beardys gifs #movies 2022

[daenevys]

bazluhrmann: Elvis Monday⚡️

These shots remind me of the time Austin and I spent with producer, Dave Cobb, and his gifted artists and engineers in Nashville, recording in Elvis' RCA Studio A🎙

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[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

“Besides the fact that this is like one of my favorite scenes in the movie, this is the prime example of how Baz's editing works in the movie”

100%

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[kissingelvis]

BLUE VELVET

(Elvis x Reader)

summary: After a heated argument with Elvis you hand his engagement ring back and head to Vegas where he finds you once again though this time it's followed by an overwhelming rollercoaster of events as you live on to tell your story with the king

A/N: Hii This is my first fic and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this first part. I have ideas flowing through my head DAILY so I was like why not get into writing yk? I wanna be able to write more of this story because I just have so much to think about it. This part is a bit boring but plz bare with me because the next chapter will be so much better I swear! I plan to have smut in this story so look out for that?!? but yeah enjoy!!!

Fandom/character - ELVIS

Fem!Reader, NOTPROOF READ

TW: Cursing, Brief Mentions of alcohol/Drinking, Brief mention of death (kinda?), typical Elvis things ofc , LET ME KNOW IF MORE

If you want a better view of how the reader is I recommand listening !!!

Vegas, 1969

Click, and The flash goes off on the camera that's shooting you getting every angle Click and again. You like to make sure the photographer gets every piece of you to show off the gorgeous curves you have been saving.

After handing back an engagement ring from Elvis Presley you left and became a serious actress in Las Vegas you have made it your Home. You made yourself a home in the biggest suite at the only international hotel. You were quite a big deal here. You decided it was time to make a name for yourself instead of just being Elvis’ girl and being no one. You thought acting would do you well for now since you were only starting. It's been only a year since you started but you already have your face plastered on magazines and movie posters. It would be overwhelming at times but you learned to enjoy it quickly with all the gifts and treatment you would give yourself.

The fame has indeed made you happy until the storm of loneliness hits you like a truck. Money can buy you happiness but only temporarily, you’ve been missing the touch and feel of a man since your last love. You’re starved for affection really, as dumb as it sounds all you craved was the potential marriage you had left behind.

Your thoughts cave into you at once hitting you fast. The bright studio lights feel as if they are 10x brighter than before hitting you in all directions. You then hear your photographer shout and your photoshoot is all wrapped up in seconds “Alright we’re all set for today Ms. Y/L/N” your photographer says while putting his camera to the side. “Thank you” You flash him a quick smile not being a big talker even though you're an actress. You wrap yourself up with the robe left for you and walk toward your dressing room.

Once you reached your dressing room you walk in with a cold breeze of air hitting you like you just walked into heaven itself. You race for your chair that's waiting for you by your giant vanity and are in a rush to take off your heels that have been killing you all day you just could not stand heels anymore. Now that they were finally off you reach for the box of makeup wipes that were sitting by the gigantic vanity mirror next to all your essentials.

You grab a small wipe and gently start rubbing your face off any unnecessary makeup that was needed for the shoot, but you leave your eyeliner untouched. You were quite known for having eyeliner most of the time you were just so fascinated by the way it was worn. Elvis had taught you how to do eyeliner when you first met him and have been doing it ever since, it was just so beautiful to you.

After wiping away almost any makeup left you grabbed the closest wine glass you could find which was by the mini wine fridge you had installed yourself under your vanity dresser. You were quite proud of yourself for that! You reached down to grab the glass and the old wine bottle almost empty sitting on the floor and poured yourself what was left. You made your way to a black velvet couch that was sitting in the middle of the room and made yourself comfortable. You flicked on the television and flickered through the channels til you found a soothing romance movie that was playing, you decided to just go with that. You managed to finish the wine after the first 10 minutes of watching and placed your empty glass on the black marble coffee table.

After a couple of hours had gone by you were awakened by a loud knock on your door “Who is it?” you shouted “Its me Y/N, now open this gawd damn door!” hearing the voice you knew exactly who it was

You got up from the couch and ran over to the door to open it and see it was your best friend Ana.

You and Ana became friends way before you and Elvis got engaged, she actually was a wife of jerry schilling a member of the Memphis mafia, she eventually helped you move to Vegas and get yourself involved in the movie industry.

“Whats brings you to this fine place of mine, Princess Ana” you say twirling around showing her your dressing room

“Well, I came here to invite ya to a show tonight!” Ana said with a smile poking through her

“Oh, really, and who could possibly be performing” you say turning around to grab yourself a snack of a banana with a nice whip of peanut butter.

“Egh-uh- Just a local band, they were invited by the international!” Ana spat out with a stutter

You turned back around to her with a small side eye

“hmm alright, ill go, under one condition!”

“Anythin’ Darlin” Ana shook her head and through her hands up in a pleading pose

“Drinks on you” you took a bit of your banana

“Oh I knew you were going to say that, don’t worry it's all on international tonight” she gave you a wink and quickly made her way out

“Oh and don’t forget, the shows are at 7:30!” and she was gone

A couple of hours had gone by since

Realizing the time, you dropped peanut butter on your gorgeous robe “Shiet” you whispered shuffling into your closet. You shift through your hangers and the many costumes that just stayed there hanging.

After a few minutes of shifting back and forth you landed on a blue velvet mini-dress it was strapless and perfect for the night it came with a pair of blue velvet gloves. You quickly grabbed them and rushed out of your closet to get dressed and ready, you slipped on the mini dress, it fit perfectly around your curves and complemented your breasts.

You went to your vanity and added a beautiful dark red lip and enhanced your black mole above your lip, you decided to add a small lash to be just a bit dramatic, and you then went to fix your hair that sat in a long bouffant on your head. After adding the finishing touches you slipped on your blue gloves and grabbed your clutch and headed out the door. It was already 7:00 pm by the time you were done getting ready, the show started at 7:30 so you felt in no rush. For now at least.

Walking through the studio you headed out the front and there was a black Cadillac waiting for you to take you back to the international.

Press was already swarmed by ur side trying to get every angle of you, FLASH CLICK FLASH CLICK you hear as you walk through smiling and waving as a driver opens your door for you. Grabbing onto the handle you pushed yourself inside and landed on the tan seats of the Cadillac then giving the press a blown kiss and closed the door. The driver sped away into the next lane and on the road to the hotel.

You stare out the window watching the lights pass in streams, this was one thing you loved about being in Vegas, the lights were something to absolutely die for.

While pulling to the front of the hotel the sign of the international hotel beams in front of you...

‘INTERNATIONAL bill miller presents… ELVIS’

The driver finally made it to the hotel and opened your door, you placed one foot on the floor and hopped out, you grabbed your clutch that was sitting right next to you. You started making your way toward the front while the press was forming once again, you were smiling and waving while people were handing you pictures of yourself to sign.

While signing pictures you landed on a picture of you and Elvis together next to his pink Cadillac, he had his hand wrapped around your waist and a cigar in another, both of you smiling. You felt as though people still considered you together. You quickly signed it and handed it back to whoever it came from, you rushed inside and made your little way to the showroom where every wall had a picture of Elvis plastered on it.

Walking into the room it was already very dim since it was mere minutes before the man of the hour would appear, the room was filled with many small tables and booths for its size. The tables were covered in a white satin tablecloth and had small candles with bowls of champagne submerged in ice, the tables were set for a big night ahead of them.

You were already late so you tiptoed through the crowd that was already in place, you saw Ana sitting at one of the booths straight in the middle with the best view of the small stage. Slowly making your way to the table you rushed to take your seat next to her.

“Thought you stood me up sugar,” Ana said with a side eye followed by a smirk “Oh me? Never dear,” you said while grabbing the champagne out of the ice.

“A band Ana? I didn’t know the Band was ELVIS!?” you said while facing Ana nursing her drink

“Listen Y/N it's been years you’re in the clear trust me,” she said with a smile plastered across her face excited to see the show that was about to take place

You hadn't seen Elvis since the night you two got into a fight and you handed his ring back to him. You felt all the feelings you could feel run straight through you, you were about to see the man whose heart you shattered and never saw again.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty, what he thinks of you if he saw you? All the feelings that had rushed through you when he appeared.

There he was, the beautiful man you once loved and would’ve just about anything for. Elvis walked onto the stage greeting the crowd, he was dressed in a black herringbone suit with a dark blue satin scarf tied around his neck. He walked out holding his signature guitar and a beautiful smile on his face.

Due to your best friend's horrible choice of seating, it wasn’t long before Elvis looked your way and quickly recognized who you were.

You gave him a warm smile and a little wave hoping he wouldn’t hate you, but you saw his nervousness fade away when a smile started to appear across his lips. You felt a small relief in your chest as you saw the light in his eyes twinkle while looking in your direction, you shifted in your seat getting yourself comfortable for the show

He started the show with introductions then slowly made his way into suspicious minds, you could tell this was his favorite by the way he was moving, he was so charismatic and you could feel yourself falling in love with him once again. After a couple more songs Love me tender finally started to play, surprisingly you saw Elvis starting to kiss every fan in the front row of the stage.

Love me tender

Love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so

While singing Elvis walked down the steps to the side of the stage and made his way to the line of booths that you were sitting at, he started to kiss every girl that was within them.

Love me tender

Love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darlin' I love you

And I always will

Elvis quickly approaching your booth would every so often pick his head up and check to see if you were still in the seat he saw you in or even if he was even dreaming.

You felt your body go hot, your hands were gathering sweat in them as you were watching him approach you. Your heart was galloping as fast as a horse in a derby race, waiting for his touch.

He finally reached your table and slowly lowered the microphone he was holding singing the end of love me tender, he bent over the large round table and quickly latched his lips on yours. The feel of his pillow lips was so warming, he kissed you as if you were engaged again.

He finally pulled away and with the microphone low he whispered a small request that you couldn’t quite hear after having the beating of your heart ringing in your ears.

He walked his way back towards the stage turning back around to give you a small smile.

After another hour the end of the show finally arrived, and you were quite tired and ready to leave.

Slowly sliding out of the booth you grabbed your clutch and stood to face Ana.

“You’re not leavin’ are ya?” Ana says with a frustrated tone in her voice

“I'm a bit worn out Ana and it's late,” you said rubbing your head a bit

“Oh don’t say that! You can't tell me that kiss from Elvis didn’t wake ya?! I saw you turn redder than a tomato” Ana chuckles at you “ooo redder than a tomato” mocking Ana's voice

“c’mon now we're invited to the after party!” she says as she grabs your arm guiding you out of the showroom...

Your heart flutters at the fact you might see Elvis again, but you're truly scared to talk to him. Your mind turns into a little schoolgirl when you think of him but you can't help it.

After Ana had led you into the main hall of the hotel you see the showroom start to slowly empty out and into a backroom full of actors and actresses to see their king

You and Ana follow the crowd into the back which its crowded and full of people, the room has a large bar on the side and a large red curved couch taking up most of the space.

“Now this is what I call a show Y/N!” Ana shouts before vanishing into the crowd.

‘What a crook, guess ill have to keep me busy’ you think

Only a few minutes in and you have already lost your talkative and only friend, you head straight to the bar in hopes to cheer yourself up from the night you have encountered already.

“ ‘scuse me?” you says waving your hand to the bartender “Hi, May I please have a whiskey, on the rocks”

“Of Course Ms. Y/L/N” the bartender says spinning around to get to work

You turn back around facing the crowd crossing your legs to keep decency, you peer around to make sure no Elvis Presley is in your sight.

Elvis, just hearing or thinking of his name sent a lump in your throat, almost as if someone was choking you to death.

The love you felt for Elvis was almost... Unreal? It would hurt then times it felt good, he was the love of your life but you weren’t ready to face him not just yet...

Lost in thought you hadn't even noticed the bartender trying to get your attention, “Ms. Y/L/N? Ms. Y/L/N?” the bartender repeated.

Looking over your shoulder “Oh my goodness I apologize I was completely lost in thought”

“No problem it's normal for me almost every day!” the bartender said with a chuckle

You giggle as you grabbed the glass and turned back around but as soon as you turn you are met with a chest directly in front of you

“Ugh-” you let out a small yelp “I'm so sorry I can't seem to get myself together toda-” you stop dead in your sentence to look up and see Elvis towering directly in front of you

“Hello, Honeybee”

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[jpnriikicore]

paring: austin x actress!fem!reader

summary: the reader has never kissed any before so your best friend of thirteen years offers to help.

note: this is my first time writing something out of k-pop! decided to write this since I have been obsessed with austin since the elvis movie came out.

playlist: lovers rock ღ. tv girl

"how many woman have you kissed?" you asked, looking towards austin and away from the papers you wrote on. days after contemplating wether or not you should ask him, but your mouth spoke before you could think properly. "a few, why?" he asked, looking up from the book he was reading.

"because they want me to do a scene of kissing my co-star and I’ve never…done..that…before." you replied, looking down fidgeting with the rings that decorated your fingers. "I can help you, if you want." he offered. you looked down at the wooden floor of your bedroom biting your lip, a nervous habit you have. I mean having your first kiss with your best friend whom you have had crush on for years is better rather than having your first kiss with your co-star you met a few months ago. even thinking about kissing austin made you blush. "it’s alright we don’t have to." he spoke, as he got closer to rub your knee in comfort noticing your in your deep thoughts. "no! it’s i-i-i want too." you agree to his offer, as he nodded. "if you want to stop or get uncomfortable at any time tap my arm three times, okay?" he said, as you nodded understanding. "use your words." he said. "okay." you replied, glancing up at him for a split second as he got closer.

your eyes bounced all cross the room beside him. he bought his hands up to cup your cheeks the cool metal of his rings touched your warm skin making a shiver go down your spine. your eyes finally meeting his blue ones making your breathe get caught up in your throat. you follow after him, closing your eyes as he leaned closer to you. you were still, expecting him to close the gap between you both. you leaned in more deepening the kiss as you got more comfortable. his hands found their way to your waist under your t-shirt that belonged to him. you finally moved your hands up to the back of his head getting your hands tangled in his hair as he pulls you closer to him. shifting his weight to lay you down on your plush comforter. you pull away to catch your breathe to shy to look at him in the eye. kissing your best friend of thirteen years was normal, right?

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2022

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[asshlyyyy]

Fine Lady (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

I know I haven’t posted for the last week or two? But, I have been busy at work. Thank you so much @oh-kurva for requesting this. I hope you enjoy. This gave me the possibility to work on something shorter while I work on bigger and larger projects that I have in mind.

This can be read as a part 2 of “I’ll be Their Daddy” but can totally work as a stand along. You do not have to read the original. 

Reference

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x FemxReader

Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical Errors

Word Count: 1k

"Okay, mama, be careful now." Your daughter said as you got out of the car. She came to reach for your arm but you swatted her away.

“I am perfectly fine, your father can help me.” You said as Elvis got out of the car and came to your side.  “Plus, I’m not incapable of walking. I am perfectly fine.” Elvis chuckled at your response and shook his head.

The two of you were… well what they considered your elder years. Yet, you both were extremely healthy, and Elvis was still performing. Which you argued against sometimes, but he loved to perform and you couldn’t take that away from you. 

As you guys got into the venue and made it to your seats, which happened to be in vip because of well… Elvis of course. You ordered water and smiled. You leaned into Elvis’ side and smiled up at him. He was the love of your life, and you owe him everything in the world. While nothing can make up for him taking you and your pregnant self in… you tried your best.

The time came and your eldest grandson was walking up onto the stage. He introduced himself and gave a bit of a background before he started his show. Your grandson was a comedian and you absolutely loved his jokes. He often time attacked Elvis with his jokes, but they were always just too good not to forgive.

"Everything was going great." Your grandson started up. "We were eating dinner, and everything was fine."

"And then my grandma broke out a scrapbook. And we're going through the scrapbook picture by picture." He explained as he recalled the events of Sunday's dinner. A ritual you could say. Every Sunday your family would come to your house. Thankfully, your husband loved to spend money... and got you a table that will fit your family.

You had your first child at nineteen. Which was in 1956. That same year... your boyfriend broke up with you because you were pregnant. Then, Elvis took you in and helped you throughout your pregnancy. Especially after you gave birth to your daughter. You two eventually got together. You got married in your twenties, and eventually had another kid in 1960. Then yet another one in 1964. That was when you two stopped.

Your first daughter, gave birth to her son in 1976, when you were nearly forty. And now here you were in your late fifties. Sitting at your grandson's stand-up show. He was always the jokester. You couldn’t be more proud of your grandson… well… just your family in general. Ever since Elvis took you in and showed you what love was… It was the best thing ever. 

"She was like, look, this is a picture with my first car. This is a picture of me and my first job." Your grandson explained the events that have just taken place a couple of days ago. Every Sunday your family would come over to your house, and you were cook dinner. Your kids, their kids, everyone really. 

"And then we got a picture of her when she was in her mid-twenties." He started. You generally had no idea where he was going with any of this. 

"My grandma was looking fine. Superfine okay. Too fine to be my grandmother." Your family seemed to be all taken back, hell man… you were taken back. Fine was a weird word and honestly, you were still trying to get used to the new lingo used nowadays. 

"And with the sepia filter on it, the brown filter that's not supposed to make you attractive. The one that will turn a ten into a seven. Nahh, she was still a ten. Okay." He waved his hand. The crowd let out laughs and you couldn’t help but smile. All he wanted to do was make others smile and laugh, and he was doing that. 

"I know it sounds weird. I know it's weird. It's weird to say, okay, it's weird." He admitted. You smiled and leaned into Elvis. He looked down at you and smiled. He may not have his young boy looks anymore, but that didn’t stop the love you felt and had for him.

"But you understand it's ruining me. I have to live with this knowledge for the rest of my life. It's ruining me."

"Because now every time I try to talk to a girl, I'm like, yeah, you're cute, but... You ain't Nana." Now, you doubt that was the real reason for him not having someone. Times were changing, and you didn’t see people getting married a as really in life then when you were young. Times were changing and you were sure he would find someone, and you will be coming to his wedding before you knew it. 

"Honestly, I can’t even be mad. He’s right.” Elvis shrugged from beside you. A light laugh came out of your mouth as you shook your head. 

"Oh shush," You slapped Elvi's shoulder. Elvis whined in response and pressed his forehead against your head. Even for his age, he still acts like a whiny teenager. Better yet, he still acted like a toddler. 

"Hey though, I'll tell ya... my nana she's in her fifties right... she still looking fine. Now I'm sure once I step off this stage my mama gonna whoop my ass, so I better stop." That caused everyone to laugh. Your family felt mortified, besides yourself and Elvis. 

You felt flattered yourself, and Elvis just… well he was proud to call you his own. So, any attention you got on your beauty… he was proud. Because he knew that you were his and no one else can have you.

After the end of the show, everyone met up by their cars. As your grandson walked out you went straight to him and gave him a big old hug. You were so proud of him. Your daughter on the older hand felt so embarrassed. She was of course overreacting like always. That’s all she did nowadays. 

“I am so proud of you.” You whispered and kisses his cheek. He let out a light chuckle and shook his head.

“Thank you, nana. I hope I didn’t offend you so much.” He apologized. You just shook your head in response. 

“You didn’t,” you smiled and pulled away. “You could never offend me.”

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[klizzie93]

“Beyond being good at what he does, he was one of the kindest celebs of the night.”

Austin photographed by Chris Trondsen ✨

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[austinsmutler]

Dancing in the Dark | Austin Butler x Reader | One Shot

Summary: Reader is having a hard time with her mental health and Austin wants to comfort her.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 797

What you’ll like: This one is heavy on the hurt/comfort and emotional intimacy. Austin understands what you're going through with your mental health and I hope it's healing to read.

Warnings: Big ol' trigger warning for those of you struggling with your mental health. Reader is going through a hard time with depression and anxiety in this. There is no mention of self-harm, suicide or any of that, but she's having thoughts and insecurities that go hand-in-hand with a mental health crisis. Brief mention of alcohol.

If the above is something you can't deal with right now, don't worry! Look after yourself first and read Everyday instead- it's a soft, fluffy AustinxReader oneshot with 0 trigger warnings!

A/N: Not gonna lie, my mental health hasn't been great lately. But knowing that Austin Butler can be as confident as Elvis, rolling around onstage like a ferret in heat in front of hundreds of people, and then go on Jimmy Fallon and shake from anxiety? That helps.

I hope this helps you, too.

Listening to Dancing in the Dark by Bruce Springsteen is also great.

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“What do you say to yourself, in those moments?”

Austin’s question came as a surprise. You were laying together on the couch with him watching TV and you reading a book, head on his lap. His fingers played with your hair, but stopped when you stiffened up.

“What moments?” You tried not to freak out, but your heart betrayed you by leaping to your throat. You closed the book you’d been mindlessly enjoying just a minute before, but didn’t look up to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

“You know. Those moments.”

You did know. Those moments came like contractions, getting closer and closer together until the pain was overwhelming; but you weren’t pregnant. You were just depressed. And it was getting worse. Austin noticed it first, when you started sleeping in all day on weekends and stopped doing the little things like loading the dishwasher and folding your clothes, which stayed in a pile of clean-and-dirty in the corner of the bedroom. Other people were starting to notice the way you clung to your wine glass at dinner parties, making sure it never emptied. Work was starting to notice little mistakes that were ‘very unlike you’ according to your manager. Put simply: you weren’t okay. 

“Why are we talking about this now?” You muttered, fingernails digging into the spine of your book, leaving crescent indents in the glue there. Great, now I’ve ruined the book too.

“Because I’m worried. You’ve been reading that same page for 30 minutes now.”

“It’s got some big words in it.”

Even without looking, you knew the expression on Austin’s face. The one that said, Come on, talk to me. A sigh boiled over the back of your throat and escaped, like you were an air mattress slowly deflating. When you finally met his eyes, they were soft. The same blue eyes you fell in love with. His fingers rubbed soothing circles on your scalp, playing with your hair. 

“I don’t know. I can’t control it. I know it’s stupid and not true, but I believe it anyway. I’ll tell myself I’m dumb, and ugly, and ungrateful and boring. Then my brain opens a whole filing cabinet of things I’ve done wrong, everything from yesterday to a decade ago.” 

You swallowed and closed your eyes, not wanting Austin to look at you. “When I was six years old, I made my baby sister cry because I pinched her cheek too hard. That’ll just pop into my mind, and it won’t leave. I’ll think, how could I do that? Why did I do that? Then I’ll blame myself for feeling guilty, because what normal person blames themself for something they did when they were still a toddler?”

Austin tilted your chin so you were looking up at him again. His expression was gentle; curious. 

“In your defence, Rosie does like to push your buttons.”

You laughed, the sound coming out strangled from your choked-up throat. 

“How are you feeling about your appointment?”

Therapy. You’d been before, and you’d go again- this Sunday, in fact. 

“Alright.” You swallowed. The tightness of your throat was starting to ease, even if your stomach still churned like a meat-grinder. “I know this stuff isn’t meant to be a straight line.”

“It never is.” He sighed. 

Austin had his own experiences- he hadn’t slept for two years while he filmed Elvis, waking up in the middle of the night and going downstairs to watch old interviews, read old books. You’d wake up and find him with dark circles under his eyes, mumbling quotes in a voice that wasn’t really his. It was haunting to watch the man you loved go through so much stress. Then the movie came out, everyone fell in love with him, but the stress stayed. Muted, but visible in the way his hands shook on Jimmy Fallon, at press events, even when you were hand-in-hand on the red carpet. 

“But it does get better, right?” No matter how little sleep he’d had, Austin always seemed to deal with it better than you. Even on the days when you found him with red eyes, shaking, curled into a ball with an Elvis concert playing on his laptop, he still had remarkable control of himself. He rarely took it out on you, and he never gave up trying. He slept soundly nowadays, the two of you wrapped tight together in bed until the early hours of every morning.

“It does. You learn to live with it.” Austin leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m proud of you for getting help.”

“Thank you.” You’d been together so long it was easy to forget how much you loved hearing those words, most feelings expressed through actions and shared looks instead of words.

I’m proud of you.

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[ophelia-writes-stuff]

♥ austin!elvis x colonel's daughter!reader . headcannons ♥

. summary / request : what it was like knowing elvis through the eyes of the colonel's daughter during touring, especially on late summer nights.

. notes / warning : flirting, kissing, suggestive (allusions to sexual themes / desires), mentions of alcohol usage, etc. i'm gonna pretend for this one that the hank show was just getting started on tour so don't mind that lack of synchronicity.

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♥ You first saw Elvis during his first performance.

♥ Your father, who had always asked you to address him as "colonel" rather than "dad" had practically forced you out of the house, explaining that you couldn't be left alone and that he wanted to see a certain someone, the name of whom he didn't offer up. You weren't sure exactly for what, that is, until he dragged you to the back of a stage and told you to stay put.

♥ It was stupid, really. In spite of the fact of him telling you that you had to come for your safety, he was bringing you somewhere which you deemed much more unsafe than the confines of your own home.

♥ Regardless, you didn't put up much of a fuss, instead just leaned against a wall as your ears tuned in to some of the music that was being played. You'd learned through years of experience that fighting your father was futile and would only cause more issues. He never did listen to you.

♥ It had only been after the second or third performance when you noticed a boy, about your age, who was standing with his back turned, radiating worry and nervousness. He held a guitar loosely in one of his hands and his leg seemed to bounce up and down in a subconscious manner, but what intrigued you about him the most was the fact that your father, who was seemingly trying to remain hidden as he stood above all the people on the stage, had his eyes locked on the boy. And you couldn't help but wonder, why?

♥ It didn't take too long for you to figure it out.

♥ You barely listened in when the speaker introduced him, but you were able to pick up the name 'Elvis Presley' which seemed to prompt the boy to walk up onto the stage and in front of the microphone.

♥ Once he did this, you were able to catch a somewhat good shot of his face. With greasy jet black hair and girly makeup, you had to admit that he was one of the strangest boys that you had ever seen. And yet, you knew you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a slight attraction towards him.

♥ You weren't surprised to hear a deep southern drawl escape his lips once he started speaking, nor were you surprised at the short responses which he offered when asked about anything, really. He was quick in explaining what he was going to play, and didn't offer up more info than needed.

♥ "You've got anythin' else to say, sir?" You heard him ask the speaker, who, with a shake of his head, said, "No, I'm ready."

♥ Everyone, including you, watched in anticipation as the boy-- Elvis-- started singing his song. "It goes... It goes something like this."

♥ The boy's voice was weak when he started singing, the stage fright having obviously having taken over his rationality and skill. The microphone squealed as he just barely sang into it.

♥ "Get a haircut, fairy!" Someone yelled from the crowd, and the crowd erupted with peals of laughter. And you felt bad for the boy, this Elvis. It was never easy to sing on stage for ten people, let alone hundreds.

♥ But, in that moment, in a flash of lighting, you watched that skinny boy in the pink suit transform into someone else.

♥ "Well--" his voice was strong, powerful as it rang throughout the entire room. "You may go to college, you may go to school--" your mind wandered back to the Colonel, and you shot him a quick glance. He stood, starstruck, as he listened to the boy, who only moments ago seemed to be the most self-conscious boy in the world, sing with such ferocity and smoothness. "You may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool, now baby--"

♥ You were surprised, to say the least.

♥ And watching him move on the stage, your mind considered the notion that perhaps the most surprising thing this boy did was dance.

♥ It wasn't a smooth type of dance or some type of country frolic-- it was a dirty sort of thing, a smooth yet quick thrust of his hips towards the audience and an oddly evocative wiggle.

♥ In every meaning of the word, he was mesmerizing, the most mesmerizing man you'd seen on stage before, arguably. You simply couldn't take your eyes off him. And it seemed that none of the other girls could, either.

♥ To say you were startled when a scream erupted from a presumably young girl's mouth was an understatement. You were even more so when more screams emitted from the crowd, which started to blend into a cacophony of deafeningly shrill shrieks.

♥ The screaming only got louder, and, after deciding to duck further backstage as you were barely able to keep your own composure and waiting for a little while, the music finally stopped.

♥ In came a somewhat battered-looking boy from the stage. Your brows furrowed as you noticed that his pink suit seemed to have been stripped from his figure. "Good show?" You said somewhat quietly, half expecting the boy to hear it, half not.

♥ To both your surprise and delight, he did, in fact, whirl around. He paused for a moment, is if to process what you had just said, before replying, "Yeah, I'd say so." You didn't miss the way he smiled bashfully as his gaze fell on you, and it was endearing, truly.

♥ Before you could say much more, the boy was practically carried away by a small crowd of people, most likely his family and friends, and you didn't see him for the rest of that day. And, for a while, you expected it to remain that way.

♥ That was, until your father abruptly announced that the Hank Show was going on tour, and that you had to tag along like you commonly would when they did.

♥ And, although you were annoyed-- after all, your friends and everything else you needed was all in your hometown-- you knew that you'd never hear the end of it if you didn't come, and, after all, your father was the one who payed the bills and owned the house the two of you lived in. (Though you'd never admit that you partially wanted to come so that you could keep your father's gambling in check.)

♥ When you and the Colonel ended up driving to a remote area to meet the rest of the crew, you rendered speechless upon noticing that that Elvis boy would be the new accompanying act. But there he was, standing in an almost uncaring manner with a jacket slung over his shoulder and a revealing floral top.

♥ Mustering up the courage to walk up to him, you let out a shaky breath upon noticing that his gaze had landed on no other than you. His eyes shone with a discernible emotion.

♥ Well, it was now or never.

♥ "You put on a good show that night that I saw ya," you complimented, walked up to the boy. "Not surprised you've already become an act on the show."

♥ At this, Elvis's eyebrows raised an eyebrow and grinned coyly, and you couldn't help but admire how beautiful his smile was.

♥ "Thanks," is all he said in response as his eyes focused on the ground. "You also one of the performers?" To this, you let out an almost bitter chuckle and shook your head. "No," you pointed to the Colonel, "my daddy's this here manager. He ain't gonn' let me stay at home all by myself, so I've got to tag along." You shrugged, "Usually how it goes, anyway. It gets pretty borin' once you tour enough times, but I suppose I've just gotten used to it."

♥ You didn't catch the way Elvis's demeanour changed, that is, until he spoke up. "Well, maybe this time won' be so bad."

♥ Forwardness, though mostly appreciated by you, somehow always got you flustered. And, even though he wasn't being incredibly obvious, it was still quite a step, and you couldn't help the heat that you felt on you cheeks as you opened you mouth to reply with perhaps a witty comment, but found that the words refused to come out.

♥ Elvis only seemed to smirk but would say nothing in reply to your silence. You were luckily saved by your father, which you found incredibly ironic, who called you over.

♥ During the trip you didn't end up going in the same car as Elvis, which you felt a little indignant about, but you didn't mention it to anyone. Once everyone had gotten to their first destination, you all unloaded your luggage and brought it to its respective areas.

♥ In preparation for the show the next night, your father had told you that it'd be best for you to simply remain inside. Out of nothing but pure spite, you ended up leaving mere minutes after he'd given you the orders. Of course, it was a childish sort of defiance-- something one would expect from a young teenager, but you, in all honesty, couldn't care less.

♥ Either way, you were sure he wouldn't care very much, either. He never really did. Besides, it wasn't like you were telling everyone that you'd gone against the colonel's orders and had chosen to take a breath of fresh air.

♥ And here it was. One of the only good things that remained constant and strong throughout the numerous tours you'd been dragged along with: finding something good in every new place. You'd always wanted to travel, and even though you'd never technically left the country, America certainly differed in every place you visited.

♥ The acts ended up beckoning you to join them, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that Elvis was among them. The two of you ended up chatting for the majority of the time, as Elvis didn't really know any of the other performers and you weren't very close to any of them, either. You found that you were developing a crush on the boy, too. He was humble and sweet, but also had a certain rawness to him that you couldn't quite describe-- a type of rough edge that drew you to him.

♥ And so, when you chose to watch him during his next few acts the entire way through, you couldn't help the somewhat pleasurably hot feeling that grew in between your legs, though you kept it to yourself as you watched him sing and dance with powerful vigor.

♥ Once, much to the dismay of the female part of the audience members, Elvis finished his most recent performance, you watched as he was followed by a large gaggle of girls off the stage. You couldn't help but laugh as you noticed he was doing his best to keep up with the women asking him for his signature. You merely stared in amusement once he ended up catching your eye through the crowd, and somehow seemed to shake off the large crowd of ladies to come talk to you.

♥ "Sick of all the support already?" you teased, shooting Elvis a sly grin. "It's a bit overwhelming, I have to admit," he replied, tilting his head. "D'ya watch the show?" To this, you shrugged and smiled coyly, keen on adding to the sultry nature of the night. "Not like I had much else to do."

♥ At this, Elvis's eyebrows raised in intrigue, and he sauntered closer to you. "Oh yeah?" His eyes narrowed. "Wasn' because you might've enjoyed it?"

♥ "Well, I can't deny that," you stared up at Elvis with a certain unbridled affection in your eyes, and you could tell that something of a similar nature twinkled in his as he took a slow moment and allow his eyes to rake your body. "But I can't exactly say it's true either."

♥ The two of you were close-- so close. Your breaths mingled together and your heart palpitated in your chest. And, just as you were sure his lips would be on yours in mere milliseconds, the very opposite happened.

♥ The two of you separated abruptly at the sound of unnervingly close and loud footsteps, and you turned around to face to other than your father. Your eyes went wide for a brief moment and you lose your composure, but you regain it in a matter of seconds.

♥ "Colonel," you addressed, offering him a tight-lipped smile. He, too, addressed the both of you, and seemed to want to say something, but nothing else leaves his mouth.

♥ You and Elvis didn't speak much of the moment the two of you most certainly shared when you joined the group of performers and their friends, though you couldn't specifically blame him-- it was all so dreadfully embarrassing. And so, you didn't think much of it and enjoyed the carnival games to the best of your ability.

♥ But, of course, you couldn't help but notice when you found that Elvis was nowhere to be seen in the group. The others, undoubtedly, had no idea as they were all incredibly drunk (though even if they weren't, you wouldn't put it past them to forget to bare mind to anyone's absences). And so, you barely offered the rest of your group a glance before swiftly slipping away from the larger crowd.

♥ On the quiet outskirts of the circus is where you found the boy.

♥ He looked lonely, lost, confused. You knew the look for you had made it countless times before. So, when you noticed your father who had seemed to appear out of nowhere about to tap his shoulder, you beckoned for the boy. And he, upon hearing your voice, brightened up and walked over to you.

♥ You didn't miss the anger you saw in your father's eyes, but it didn't matter-- not then. All that mattered as of that moment was making sure you could separate Elvis from the Colonel.

♥ Elvis made no protest as you wordlessly guided him into the mirror maze. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it-- to savor the way your hands would occasionally brush over his skin and your erotic behavior. He indulged in it, even, and you yourself made no protest when he did finally kiss you, greedily, hungrily, and his lips devoured your own, sealing together some kind of fate that you were sure the two of you had.

♥ Elvis had to admit that he was surprised at his character change during the course of one evening due to only a single lady. And yet, he liked it, liked the way you made him feel when you kissed him back, liked the way you made him feel once you shed some of your layers.

♥ And, perhaps after that night he was no longer the rural country boy that his mother had always counted on, but someone new, and he wasn't complaining.

♥ You, too, were satisfied after that night, and although you'd never admit it to yourself, it wasn't simply because you were able to keep Elvis away from your father. Something new-- something good-- had most certainly blossomed between the two of you, and you could only smile knowing it would only grow in size.

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[sleekervae]

Past Lives [0.6]

Masterlist

A/N: Mmhm. I went indulgent with this one. Oooh boy, like full detail, full emotion

Also, this is the playlist I listened to while writing this, highly recommend

Warnings: smut ahead

Dinner was delicious, little alcohol was consumed because they both agreed dealing with a hangover in the morning wasn't favourable for either of them. They said goodbye to their friends at the end, none of them the wiser of what was transpiring between Austin and Jade. Florence herself was too drunk to even notice Austin waiting in the shadows.

They started walking, where to they weren't sure really but it was in the general vicinity of Jade's hotel. The city was still abuzz with traffic, both foot and on the road, though there was a glow lacking from the shops. It was peaceful, however. Jade and Austin fell into step with one another, the silence thick but comfortable.

Her mind was half lust now, half sadness and she kept glancing at the scenery around them to distract her. Every now and then she'd meet Austin's eyes or -- better yet -- catch him observing something on the block with some inquisitive excitement and it pushed her further towards the idea of letting go. Their kiss, however brief it felt, had made her heart race again, everything else but his deep scent and the burn on her waist fading away.

"Are you a cat or a dog person?" Austin asked, effectively snapping her attention back to him.

"I'm sorry?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"I don't think we ever talked about it. You strike me as a dog person," he laughed.

"I don't know, we had a dog when I was younger. I always wanted a bunny, though," she grinned back.

"A bunny?" he chuckled.

"Yeah! They travel well, they love to play. And they're pretty eco-friendly, too," she replied.

"I see," he nodded, looking her up and down, "Yeah, yeah you strike me as a bunny person,"

"A bunny person? What's so bunny-like about me?" she asked, becoming more and more intrigued.

"I don't know," he simpered, blushing as he continued to babble on, "You travel well, you like to play, and I assume you recycle too,"

Jade smirked, "Play in what way?" she giggled.

Austin chuckled sheepishly, "Never mind," he replied, "You think you might want to adopt one now?"

"Maybe," she shrugged back, "I also always wanted a horse when I was younger -- said every little girl ever,"

"A horse might be a little bit harder to squeeze into an apartment," he said, "You ever ride?" he winked.

"A horse? No," she sighed, the desire to tease him building. She raised her eyebrow and watched him, "Can't say the same for some significant others,"

Austin swallowed hard, laughing under his breath. Her lips were pouty as she smiled at him confidently, lashes fluttering softly.

"Tell me something you haven't told me yet," he drawled.

Jade simpered, "Aside from all the other embarrassing stuff I've told you?" she asked, her head rolling back to look up at the sky.

"Give me one,"

"... I think Marvel is stupidly overrated," she declared.

"Very valid," he laughed.

"I've trained myself to get good at sleeping on planes. I'm on them enough. And..." she started to laugh nervously, "I um -- I was taking pole classes for a while,"

Austin raised an eyebrow, "Pole classes? As in...?"

"Pole dancing," she giggled shyly, "It's really good cardio!"

"Interesting," he noted in a way that only made her speak quicker to ignore his smirk.

"And I really dug your performance in The Iceman Cometh..." she admitted.

Austin nearly tripped over himself at her declaration, his chest warming again, "You came to see the show?" he asked, almost incredulous to the notion.

"Well... I was on tour. But a friend went to see it and she filmed some parts. I know, it's a taboo in a theatre, whatever," she simpered, "He sent me some of the clips and you were just phenomenal,"

"Thank you," he smiled, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you come and say 'hi' at Coachella?" she queried in response, feigning insult.

Austin nodded sheepishly, "Ah, very fair," he mumbled, now worried he had offended her.

"You know I don't hold that against you, right?" she asked, "I'm just playing,"

Her assurance put him at ease, he rolled his eyes, slinging his arm around her shoulders, "I think a bunny would suit you very well," She gasped happily at the notion.

"Okay, it's your turn," she decided, "Something you haven't told me yet,"

"Hmm," he looked up at the sky as he racked his brain, "I taught myself how to play drums,"

"Really?"

"I mean -- I'm not great at it. But I can carry a tempo," he said.

"So, if I ever needed a swap in for my band?" she smirked.

"Just give me the time and place," he simpered back, "Lemme' see... I once lost a bet and I had to sit through a Saw marathon,"

She gasped, "Nooo!"

"Yep," he nodded regretfully.

"All in one sitting?"

"I've never fully recovered," he admitted.

"What an asshole friend!" she exclaimed, "Even I'm not that mean!"

"You still like horror movies?" he asked.

"Not the super gory ones. The one I did with Flo was fun, but I've been kinda' growing out of it," she shrugged, "I think that means I'm fearless now?"

He laughed jovially, "Well, great! That means you can protect me!" he decided.

"Nay, fair squire! Doth shall never know thy terror of a poor budget slasher film when in my presence," she teased back.

He pulled her closer to him, partially to keep out the chilly nip in the air, but also just because he could, "My knight in shining armour,"

Jade allowed herself the luxury of staying in his embrace, no matter how fleeting it may be. She was endeared by his consistent humility, and how easily it was to make him go red. He couldn't help but smile back at her elation, fighting the urge to corner her against the wall again.

They slowed down as they approached Jade's hotel, the doormen had retired for the night and the hedge lights dimmed low. Jade had done many a foolish thing in her life, too many for her to count on one hand. Bringing Austin back to her hotel may count as another bullet on her list.

She still wasn't sure how they'd gotten to his point, all rational thought fleeting when they'd agreed to have one last night cap. The hotel bar was closed and the night clerk didn't give them a second glance as the pair slipped into the elevator, acting as orderly as they could muster.

They stood on opposite sides of the elevator, and Jade tried to focus on anything other than Austin: the buttons on the door, the ceiling tiles shining down, the mirror reflecting themselves back at them. Austin leaned against the wall, watching her intently, he could sense pick off how rigid and tense she'd become, her gaze pinned to the floor as he tried to meet it.

He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, his teeth biting the inside of his lip and he shut out thoughts of Jade he perhaps shouldn't have been. The silence between them was thick and unbearable, they both recalled how unorderly they'd been again. Unorderly, inappropriate, deliciously fun...

Austin couldn't stand the silence now, the complete contrast of the street, the vast opportunity for so much to be said and done was being confoundedly wasted by their won reluctance to cave. His self control and his attraction for her were battling it out hard. He stared at the panelled ceiling above their heads, his shoes, and then he found her face again, drawn to her features like a magnet.

"Jade..." he sighed. She graced him with a stare, her fingernails digging into her palm in a clenched fist as she processed her self control slipping away. They ascended floors slowly, time dragging out for the inevitable.

And then, what little of his self control had left vanished, and Austin strode forward to close the gap between them, her back pushed against the wall. His hands found her face without apology, the curve of her jaw slotting perfectly into his palm and though she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze for fear she may combust, she leant into it so naturally, so comfortable. Jade's gaze shifted between her hands pressed into his chest to his eyes, the cool, shadowing blues she found melting her entirely and she had just about managed to catch her breath before Austin's lips were on hers, stealing away every thought with the way he moved them.

Her body thrummed with electricity, caught off guard, fluttering on the edge, her brain telling her how wrong it was but her heart pulsating at the speed of a bullet train. His hands slipped down to the sides of her neck to keep her close, instantly needing more form her, and he was willing to give it all in return if she let him. Her lips tasted like wine, ginger and decadence and he allowed himself as much as he could possibly get, so lost in her and yet so aware of the moment slipping away beneath his finger tips.

He then suddenly remembered who he was, who she was, and what he was doing -- and he flinched away abruptly, regretfully leaving her lips empty. His fingers trembled at her neck, his brows creasing with a look of genuine concern, terrified he'd crossed her boundary again.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he huffed, puffing for breath, his forehead coming to rest against hers, "I'm so sorry," he repeated, not having found the strength to let go of her.

His lust contradicted his rationality over and over, he needed more of her but he knew the risks should he spend another moment with his mouth on hers. Jade let out a small laugh, making his heart thrum in a way it shouldn't.

"It's okay," she assured, though her voice was shakier then she intended. She tried to process the fact that his lips had been on hers again for the third time in twenty-four hours, how good it had felt, how familiar it was and how she didn't want him to stop.

"We're really not good at this responsibility stuff, are we?" she giggled, trying to lighten his mood.

He managed a comforting smile, "No. No we are not," he nodded, "But I don't want to spook you again, Jade,"

"I don't want to spook you!" she laughed incredulously, "And I don't want you to think I have any expectations of you,"

"I understand," his hands dropped to his sides, "You know that saying, right? Right person, wrong time?" His gaze was intense, cool sky blue, wide, searching for some sort of answer in her sweet face.

"It rings true," she said, "But... the time could be right, just for tonight?" her lips curled with an illicit joy, her heart pounding in her ears.

Austin stared back at her blankly, eyebrows twisted in confusion, as though he hadn't heard her or he'd blacked out entirely.

"Are you sure?" he asked tentatively.

Her whole body trembled with fear of the unprecedented, though she didn't waste a second longer revelling in her insecurities. Instead, she nodded confidently as she propelled herself forward with her desire and brought his lips down hers.

It took a moment for Austin to react, though when he did he moved against her with fervid determination. He'd tried his best to resist this, but right now he was too tired to try. He was so fed up of wallowing in second thoughts and guilt and his own depression, he had spent an entire year locking himself away and Jade was releasing him again. He could give in to his desire fully without fear of consequence. He shuddered against her as one of her hands found its way to the back of his neck, her long nails scratching along the shorter hairs and the sensitive skin. That shudder made her all the more ravenous for him.

His hands found her hips again, digging tightly into her to pull her against him, needing her beyond closer. Their kiss was hungrier now, open mouthed and desperate. His tongue danced effortlessly with hers, his breath hot at the back of her throat as he clutched at her dress, already torturing himself with the idea of what she looked like beneath it. Austin was unable to collect a single thought, form a simple sentence, find some string of words that could summarize the complexity of what he was feeling for her.

They only stopped to catch their breath when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, beholding the hall to Jade's floor. Jade was completely enthralled with the dazed look in his eyes, becoming addicted to the bashful giggle shuttering against her mouth as he pecked her lips again. His thumb brushed under her lips, swollen from the intensity of their kiss.

"Are you sure?" he mumbled again, no fussing made as her hands pushed to slide his jacket off.

She nodded confidently, caught on the darkness of his faze before she managed to reply with a breathless, "Yes,"

Austin nodded in relief and disbelief, his shoulders slouching with the need for her, the idea of having her a way he never could've imagined suddenly so tantalizing and so delicious, the notion was threatening to tear him apart. He kissed her once more, smiling like a fool before stepping back so he could follow her trembling figure into the hall.

Jade was only thankful her room wasn't too far from the elevator, each step feeling like she would slip at every movement with how jittery she was. Rummaging through her bag for her key was a struggle to say the least, with Austin cornering her against the door and splaying gentle kisses across her neck. She gasped triumphantly when she finally found her keycard and opened the door, pulling Austin inside and flicking the lights on without missing a beat.

He squared his hips against hers, following her every step and maintaining his touch on her somewhere at all times. They tossed their jackets aside, Jade fumbling backwards towards the bed as Austin suddenly tripped over the corner of her suitcase. She caught him before he could take a fall, laughing amusedly against his lips as her fingers curled around his neck to hold him near. Their heartbeats thudded against each other.

Austin felt as though he had the wind knocked out of him, suddenly falling back and landing bottom-first onto her bed. Only then did he take a moment to breathe, to take her in as a whole. Austin's eyes had completely clouded over with lust, his senses overwhelmed by her and it must've shown in his expression.

"Are you okay?" she asked, a swarm of nerves still biting at her, her eyes were wide and curious.

"Yeah Jade -- I'm fine," he sighed, though he had to question the reliability of his own answer as he pulled her down into his lap and took her in another kiss; her nimble fingers beginning to unbutton his shirt. Her own lips moved to his jaw and descended down his neck, her warm hands now free to roam his toned chest for the first time. He helped in pulling his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, tossing it aside in some miscellaneous corner of the room.

He was annoyed with her dress being in his way, pulling the long material over her thighs and up her waist. She gathered the material, pulling her dress and her grey long sleeve over her head so she was sitting in just her underwear; a simple black t-shirt bra and sleek red panties complimented by the plethora of floral and dainty tattoos.

She carefully studied Austin's face for the reaction she craved, some his nod of approval more important to her than she'd realized. Her fingers grazed across his jaw, she watched his eyes flutter softly as he ran his hands over her olive skin; long fingers traveled up her sides, stroking down her stomach, squeezing her thighs, slowly processing her before him. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, cherish her, assure her how incredible she was to him.

He fumbled to undo her bra, the soft fabric revealing more skin. It took longer than he'd have liked out of sheer nervousness, any cocky confidence he'd had quickly dissipated into smoke now that he'd found themselves here. Jade held her breath as he brought the straps down her arms, biting his lips at the sight of her perfect breasts. He cupped them gently, thumbs smoothing over the sheeny kin. Jade let go of Austin's chin to steady herself on his firm shoulders, her eyes slipping shut as he skimmed her nipples. He flicked them back and forth, rolled them, taking his time to ensure he could enjoy everything about her.

She let out a raspy sigh, her head lolling to the side and her fingertips squeezed his shoulders, "Shit..."

No stranger to teasing back, she slipped her hand into his pants and under his boxers, stroking over his head. She moved her fist slowly up and down his shaft, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as his breathing became erratic.

He was becoming obsessed with the way she responded to his touch, how she her touch was addicting, her hums and his sighs of pleasure more dizzying than any alcohol he could consume.

"How bad do you want this?" he drawled.

Her smile turned coy, answering his question as he took one of his hands and placed it on the inside of her thigh, "You tell me,"

Austin took her on it like a challenge, slipping his fingers higher up her smooth skin and tentatively stroking over the soft silk of her panties. She couldn't hold back her shudder as he stroked her over and over, the heat from her body was intoxicating and she smelled so heavenly that Austin never wanted to let her go. She lifted herself up so he could slide her underwear off, fully vulnerable before him, but the nerves dissipated as he swiped his middle finger up her slit. A small moan slipped from her throat, inhaling quickly.

"Fuck," he breathed out, "You're absolutely beautiful," and he continued to tease her, pushing into her little by little while he thumbed at her clit. Her hips undulated over him, matching his pace and wishing he move a little faster.

"And you're overdressed," she whispered, her chest unable to keep a steady pattern of breath.

He was taken off guard for just a moment, glancing down at his slacks with a dark chuckle. His fingers withdrew from her clit, much to her chagrin as she mewled in protest.

"How rude of me," he shifted so she would sit on the bed. She watched him stand and push down his pants, eyes traveling over the clear outline of his bulge inches boxers, her head beginning to spin. Jade was desperate, wanted to level the playing field a little. She reached out to touch him, smoothing over the warmth radiating off his skin and teasing the hem of his boxers with her finger, slipping underneath the fabric and snapping the elastic back. He simpered, amused with her toying, determined to wipe that smirk off of her face if it killed him.

His boxers were the next to go, though he waited for a moment as he took her in. Austin couldn't wrap his head around how beautiful and sweet she was, even when her expression and intentions were less than such. There was a split second of insecurity, he thought. A short moment of hesitation when he could see in Jade's eyes, she was thinking of covering herself. But she kept her shoulders square.

"What?" she laughed softly, bringing a knee up to cross over the other.

"Are you sure about this?" he cleared his throat, "Because we can stop if you want,"

Her chest tightened a little, her subconscious wondering if maybe he was having second thoughts, "I don't. But if you --"

"I don't," he assured, "I just -- I just don't want you to think I just want sex from you --"

"Austin," she chuckled, "I'm not asking you to marry me, I just want you to fuck me. It's okay,"

She was so brazen and yet so promising. He nodded slowly, taking a mental snapshot of the way she was shaking her head at him, her teeth biting down on her lip to keep back her bashful giggles, "Maybe you should take a picture?" she joked.

"Maybe I will?" he crawled over her, pressing searing kisses across her chest and down her stomach.

"Do it, and I'll kill you right here," her voice was airy, and he took it an ask ask to please hurry up and do... something. To push her legs wide open with his hands gripping under her thighs. She was wet and slick under his fingers, smooth and soft, he couldn't help but reach out and give her a taste. Her butt fit perfectly in his palm, his fingers tickling across her hips and up her side to fondle her breast. He wanted to absorb her into him and lick her dry, that was for his own satisfaction more than hers.

Her back arched as he pressed his tongue into her clit, her squirming stilled as he held her down by her hips. Her nails carded through his hair, scratching pleasantly in time to her hips rocking into him, she whimpered impatiently when he slipped a finger inside her.

It had been so long since Jade had felt this way, taken care of and treasured, and she tried to savour the moment, trying to calm herself so she wouldn't come too quickly. Had he always been so good at oral? Did he figure it out on his first go or did he work his way up? Jade's thoughts rattled off like ping pong as she watched him, the arm holding her open tense and she could pick out every freckle, every muscle rippling.

"Jade," he leaned back a little to kiss the inside of her shaking thigh. He took a deep breath, "Don't come yet," he lips brushed across her folds and his tongue dipped into her again. She squeezed her eyes shut, fingers clawing at the sheets to grasp for some stability. This wasn't fair.

"Austin," she tried to move but he held her down.

"Wait -- just a minute," and he sucked -- oh, God yes.

"Austin --"

"One minute,"

"I can't --"

"Yes you can,"

"I hate you,"

"No you don't," she really wished she did.

His voice ruined her, raw and husky, and edging on possessive. And he pumped his finger faster within in and she wanted to scream so badly. He devoured her wholly, flickering hard and fast against her clit and stroking just right in her channel. She lost her own battle as a sharp, tingling pleasure shot up her spine and down to her toes, the air knocked out of her chest as she was coming in airy moans and slow, strong contractions. Austin's chest tightened; he wanted to fuck her so badly, but he also could come from just watching her. He wanted to make her do that again; and he would have too if she didn't push him gently back so she could regain her self composure.

His sullen glance of compliance was replaced with rabid desire as she pulled him up. She was probably thinking the same as he had, never the less settling his weight on his forearms as he kissed her hard.

It was then she realized she was still wearing her stupid ankle socks. How lame, she thought to herself, praying that Austin hadn't noticed. But he was kissing her so good and she couldn't make herself care enough as she was still so sensitive, and it felt so nice to kiss him like this.

"Can I have you?" he chuckled, teetering on impatient. The smile playing on his lips made her heart skip a beat. Her head fell back against the sheets.

"Can you?" she pushed his hair out from his eyes, admiring his accentuated hairline, the smooth curve of his ears, the patched of stubble he'd missed when shaving, the crinkles around his eyes and all of the little details that made Austin so unequivocally handsome.

"Yeah," he muttered, hands squeezing her butt, "I want you,"

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." she giggled, feigning nonchalance with a shrug.

His fingers tickled up her sides and linked with hers, his body weight over her was heavy and he was so warm. He could feel his heart pounding at rapid speed as he aligned himself to her, rocking his hips to tease, nudging his head against her opening, and slipped inside of her.

They both exhaled. Austin brushed the tip of his nose across hers, smiling gently.

"Hi,"

"Hi," she smiled back.

Jade felt pliant, it didn't hurt but he wasn't too much for her. He felt just right; rocking into her at a steady rhythm and eliciting the most incredible sensations within her. He groaned into her neck, his entire body trembling with tension, so overwhelmed with how good she felt around him.

She bit down on his shoulder, sweltering under his abdomen, the echo of his breathing in her ear blaring like an alarm. He kissed her collarbone, lips brushing across the flower tattoo there, moving up to bite gently at her ear. She shivered beneath him, her walls contracting, squeezing him to keep him hard within her. In the span of just a few seconds his thrusts went from shy, exploratory, to quick and all-eclipsing. His hand slid into the small of her back, lifting her into him as he filled her again, and again, and again, rubbing deliciously inside of her. Pleasure reverberated up her spine.

"Is this okay?" he mumbled against her ear, making no measure to slow himself. She felt too good for him to initiate any self control.

She couldn't answer at first, nothing past a sharp gasp as pressure built within her.

"Jade --" he rasped.

"Yes," she cried out, her hips inclining up and she clenched around him, "Austin -- fuck yes!"

And with that, the last of his control fizzled out. A crude noise left his lips and he shuddered, pumping hard and breathing fast against her skin. Jade felt his orgasm searing within in, a scalding pleasure filling her as he trembled on top of her.

His hand came down on her hop to hold her into the mattress as he silently gathered all the energy he had left, kissing her with a ferocity she hadn't experienced before. Her walls fluttered as he delivered a series of hard, drawn out and sloppy thrusts, so sensitive and sore against her but he wanted to feel her come around him.

And then she couldn't hold out any longer, breaking their kiss as she fell into the elation of her own orgasm, the sensation she'd chased worth the wait. Austin slowed his thrusts to a halt, holding her close as she shivered beneath him.

His head fell against her shoulder, a heavy groan leaving him and he gently kissed the clammy skin. Her own whimpers were soft and fragile, strands of hair plastered against her forehead and he was gentle as he pushed them back. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, shifting onto his back to settle down.

She slowly turned her head to meet his gaze, one hand still interlocked with his but her free one she massaged through his hair, laughing to herself, "You don't know how much I needed that,"

He chuckled back and shifted closer, his muscles tired and sore, but he felt deliciously satisfied as he muttered back, "Me too,"

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