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youngveinsworld · 4 months

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the young veins interview at the beat kitchen in chicago, 10 april 2010

Ryan, Andy and Nick M of the Young Veins interviewed by Natalie Kuchik for the Estrella Online blog, 10 April 2010:

Can you please state your name and what you do in the band? Ryan: My name is Ryan Ross and I am the James Dean of the group. Andy: I am Andy Soukal and I play the thumping bass. Slapping the bass. Nick: My name is Nick Murray and I play the drums.

The first tour as The Young Veins, how has it been going and what’s the crowd reaction been like? Ryan: Seems like it is getting better and better. Nick: The tour seems to be picking up steam. Ryan: More and more people are coming I feel like than the first shows, so that’s really nice. Andy: We have such a diverse line-up. We have a hip-hop band, a crazy Freddie Mercury style band and then a throw back band and the crowd has been really receptive to all of it.

How did you guys get on this tour with Foxy Shazam? Ryan: We are managed by the same people. It was kind of tough to get on a tour when you don’t have any music out or any records, so I think they did us a favor. Or maybe we are doing them a favor.

What is it like going back to more smaller intimate venues? Ryan: It is more interesting every night, you never know what you are going to walk into. Some of these stages are, I question the craftsmanship in a lot of these clubs because I can’t figure out what they were thinking but it makes it a lot of fun. Being so close to the crowd again, I forgot how that was and it makes the show have more energy I think.

Do these venue sizes make you guys more hands on? Do you go out and sign merch afterwords? Ryan: Yeah, pretty much every night. If you need to come see me, I am petty much around. It has been really nice to actually be able to talk to the kids it has been awhile since that has been possible. Nick: Especially, since we don’t have any music out or released we are building a really close relationship with what fan-base we do have is really important. Being as close as possible, building friendships and meeting people around the country is good.

What kind of comments are you guys getting from fans? Andy: It ranges all over the place. Ryan: Yeah, where do we begin. Well, I guess about the music it has been cool to have kids say, “I wasn’t sure if I was going to like this or not”, “I’ve only heard two songs but I’m really excited about the album now.” Then sometimes they ask if they can marry me. Nick: The best feeling in the world is to have people that did not come for our band and like our band and tell us that after the show. Especially, since no one has any pretense of what to expect. If they did like it, that is a really good feeling, it is the best feeling in the world. Ryan: It really feels like we are up there trying to win people over, it is challenging.

When this tour ends, what are your plans after? Ryan: More touring, we are going to do Bonnaroo. Then we are trying to route a tour around that so we will be touring in June and then the album comes out June 8th.

The first single is “Change” why did you go with that one? Nick: Seemed logical. Ryan: Yeah, I don’t know. I feel like that album is all over the place and so many songs sound different. I can’t say it represents the album best but it is one of the more upbeat heavier songs. I think live it is a lot of fun to do. Andy: We also did a lot of market research.

Did you really? Because people do that. Ryan: We polled people at the movies.

On your upcoming album Take a Vacation! all the songs are three minutes or less, was that planned or did it just happen? Ryan: No, I don’t know. I guess something switched in Jon and my songwriting and I guess we just trimmed the fat and cut out parts we didn’t need. It is going to kind of make it hard to do a headlining tour. A lot of our favorite records are really short. I mean, there are so many early Elvis songs that are under two minutes long it is really crazy. It wasn’t a conscious thing it is just the style of music we write is shorter, I don’t know for what reason.

The album comes out June 8th, are you planning on streaming it online for free before it comes out, or any other promotions? Ryan: We are sort of putting together some sort of marketing plan but that is not really my strong point, so the label is always coming up with stuff like that. We are doing something pretty cool where if you buy the vinyl you’ll get the CD for free. We are doing these really neat pre-order packages where we are doing these view master things from when you were a kid. We are doing a box set thing where you get one of those with pictures of the band and we did a couple of photo shoots for them. Stuff that is fun for us to do.

Did your label come up with those ideas or was it your guys? Ryan: That was ours. Nick: We really liked the idea of having a view master. Ryan: We were talking about it months ago. Nick: We just didn’t think it was a possibility. Ryan: The label has been really great about letting us do these crazy things already.

What about the vacation photo contest, was that your idea? Ryan: That was their idea, which I really liked because I have been meeting the kids every night and they are really excited about it. There is really nothing we have to do, it is just a great way to have people come for free.

When you (Ryan) were in Panic! at the Disco you wrote a lot of the songs, would you ever do one of those songs live again? Ryan: I don’t know, I sang a couple of the songs so I guess those would be the only ones I would do. I haven’t really thought about it to be honest with you. Andy: It is a different style so it kind of clashes a little bit. I am not super familiar with everything but if there are a couple of songs similar to our style sure it would be considered but otherwise, it would just clash with what we are doing.

I know your sound is so different, when did you feel the shift from Panic! at the Disco to The Young Veins sound? Ryan: The stuff that I was writing, like half this album (Take a Vacation!) with Jon would have been for the Panic! record anyway. It wasn’t a shift really except for when we quit, I guess it allowed us to do even more than we wanted. Maybe half this stuff we actually already knew [that] there would be no chance it would be for Panic! so we went wild with it. It wasn’t a conscious shift ever in our songwriting, it just kept evolving.

When you parted ways did you know your former band members would keep using the Panic! At the Disco name? Ryan: No, I didn’t think that they would keep the name. It was a little bit shocking when I heard about them doing these tours and stuff without us. I figured doing your own thing meant doing your own thing.

What is a song you never get sick of hearing? Andy: “Wounded” by The Cookies. No one is going to know what that is so you don’t have to write that down, but I am going to throw that out there. Ryan: Reason why? Andy: Reason why, well it’s an old song and it’s just really unique and clever. The vocal melody are just so challenging, and that stuff in today’s music is not accessible at all. You don’t find stuff like that. Ryan: You got one Nick? Nick: I just thought of one, umm… Ryan: The one that I keep listening to recently is the song “The Windmills of Your Mind”, the Dusty Springfield version. I think we might cover that song in the future but it is constantly on repeat for me. Nick: It is kind of an obvious one but “Waterloo Sunset” is still one of my favorite songs of all time which is by The Kinks. I’ve never gotten sick of listening to that song. Ryan: Yeah, that’s one of mine. Nick: I have probably heard it fifteen thousand times and it’s never gotten old. Andy: Also “No Scrubs” by TLC, that one never gets old. We sing that one in the van a lot.

Think you would ever cover that song? Andy: I hope.

You are going to need some filler songs when you headline. Andy: Yeah (laughs).

What is something you have always wanted to do but have not done yet? Nick: Shoot a feature film. Ryan: Shoot a feature film star. Andy: I would like to be in Nick’s feature film.

Seriously, are you into movies? Andy: Especially Die Hard. Nick: Yeah, I definitely want to make one though within the next year or so. Ryan: I don’t know, I am sorry I don’t have a good answer for this one. Nick: I don’t even want that to be the answer though, I want something crazier. Ryan: I know I am not really funny today, I am a little bit upset at myself actually.

You guys are young, there has to be something! Ryan: I have done it all (everyone laughs). I want to learn how to ride a motorcycle.

Do you own one yet? Ryan: No, but wouldn’t that be funny?

Well, some people buy frivolous stuff they don’t use. Ryan: Yeah, I have thought about it. Me and Jon were going to buy motorcycles when I still lived in Vegas and we were going to drive up into the mountains until we realized what a bad idea that was. I still would like to because I used to live near the PCH in California, so I always thought it would be fun to drive a motorcycle up and down the coast.

If you could see any band or artist perform any song live, what would it be and why? Andy: These questions are so hard. Ryan: They’re so good though. Andy: Bon Jovi. I agree! No, I’m just joking. Ryan: Can you travel back in time and see the group when they were young?

Yeah, any line up, any song. Ryan: I might want to see The Kinks do “You Really Got Me” like in 1965 or something. Nick: “I Was A Teenage Werewolf” by The Cramps.

Any particular reason why? Nick: Yeah, I’m a really big Cramps fan and Lux died last year, so I never got to see them. Andy: Can I just say, every song that Gentle Giant has ever done.

Just an entire concert, any reason why? Andy: That is such a bad answer. They are just really wacky and they are just this weird band from the 70s that never made it anywhere but was really cool. Ryan: I can’t understand why.

You (Ryan Ross) received a backlash when you left Panic! At the Disco, did you expect that? Ryan: No, but I guess…

Did you have to learn to roll with it? Ryan: Yeah, I mean it was already bad enough without that having to happen to. I guess, when people don’t understand the reasons why it’s easy to get mad at the person you don’t know for something you think they did. It’s weird how some of the fans took it personally. I wish they would understand, this is our life and we have to do what is best for us.

You have to play the music that you want to play. Nick: People grow up. Ryan: It seems to be passing a little bit. Some people are coming around and saying, maybe it wasn’t the smartest train of thought I was on a couple of months ago. I don’t know, I mean obviously if I was a young kid, a teenager and my favorite band broke up I would be a little bit upset too.

Estrella: Do you guys have any final comments? Andy: No, that was my two cents. Ryan: Do you want to comment on it? (laughs) Andy: No, that about covers it. Ryan: Cool, thanks.

#the young veins #young veins #tyv #ryan ross #spring2010 #interview #nick murray #andy soukal #offstage #10042010

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jhoneybees · 4 months

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Happy birthday Elvis!

(it's the 8th where I am hehe😅)

Happy birthday Elvis! Wherever you are, I hope you're happy and at peace. I love you so much and same goes to others! You've taught me to not take things so seriously and make me feel special (somehow idk how) even if you don't do anything. You've brought me to such a wonderful community here on Tumblr to share my love for you and I've never felt so safe in a community.

Thank you, thank you, thankyou for everything you've done, you're incredible, legendary, heavenly I don't know what words to describe you , I and we just love you so so so much🫶🎂🎉

It's been a year since I've become a fan of his and I feel so happy that I have, he's made me laugh and giggle whenever I needed it and taught me that life is filled with wonders and many others things. Feels like I've known him for ages and feels like he's right here with us all, chuckling, tsking and shaking his head when he reads our fics and captions.

I can't say it enough, We all love you deeply Mr. Elvis Presley ☺️

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#elvis #elvis presley #elvis fans #70s elvis #50s elvis #60s elvis #i love him #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #happy birthday elvis #Youtube

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blainesebastian · 9 months

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new normal (ccg universe)

words: 3,339 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (based on two anon requests) this is basically a 3+1 fic! three times ccg was uncomfortable while pregnant and one time she was perfectly content notes: most of my ccg family series is in 'order' so if you want to read ‘expectant’ before this, you can! this fic also references 'you fit right here' but again, not 100% necessary to read these first :) i just like knowing my universe works well together lmao warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @austinbutlermischief , @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

When you first found out you were pregnant you were excited and terrified all at the same time. You weren’t exactly sure how it was all going to work even though you were sure it would, everything had to change in ways you weren’t expecting. Not all at once, of course, a slow trickle…but even then it was noticeable. One day, nine months later, the direction of your lives would change forever.

Something to plan for, of course, but the day to day? You often times had no idea how to begin to approach it.

Here’s the thing that seems completely ironic—you finally felt like you had settled. That’s how it always appears to be, isn’t it? Once you tackle one obstacle, something else pops up like a twisted game of whack-a-mole. Not to…completely describe your relationship with Austin like that, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like working over hurdles. You think it’s healthy to acknowledge that your relationship with Austin isn’t normal, far from something ‘regular’ in so many different ways.

You tackled what it was like to date him under the very public eye of everything that had to do with Elvis. Then getting married and realizing that no matter what you did, there would always be ‘opinions’ of you and where you’ve come from, your lack of ‘worth’ automatically being connected to you like cinderblocks attached to your ankles. Didn’t matter how you had dreams of being in the industry before Austin, all that some people saw were rungs in the ladder, you somehow ‘using’ your husband to take those steps into film.

Some days bothered you more than others, but you got through it, because at the end of the day—Austin always saw you for who you truly were. And that’s all that mattered.

Becoming pregnant, as suspected, is a completely new set of hurdles.

-- one

There is really no use in keeping it quiet, the fact that you’re expecting, you’re at a party over Jillian’s when you spill the beans to Austin and things only progress from there. Your family and other close friends learn rather quickly but you don’t post anything on social media. There’s this strange sense of wanting to keep this private that envelops you like a tidal wave. For some reason, it’s one thing for people to have opinions about your relationship with Austin, your career, but it’s another for them to say things about your body like this, about the life growing inside of you.

You feel utterly vulnerable and exposed and don’t want to be in front of cameras or talk to anyone that’s not someone you both know (meaning paps or fans). You don’t stop Austin from doing so, would never demand that of him, but he also respects that you’re uncomfortable and has always been protective of you. That doesn’t change.

The first trimester is the easiest because the baby isn’t bigger than a peach, you’re not really showing, but it all spirals from there. Thirteen weeks turns into fifteen, which turns into twenty-five. And there’s really no hiding a head of cauliflower.

You kinda accept that because this isn’t going away any time soon, you’re only going to get bigger. It’s not like you’re really worried about what you look like? Moreso that your hormones are raging in a bunch of various ways and you don’t like the feeling of being looked at. Like you’re under some sort of microscope, a specimen to be studied.

Paps are nothing new, Austin is pretty good at getting them to keep a healthy distance, but no—you’re really talking about fans.

You’re out to dinner at this Italian place you love with Austin’s sister and Jillian, tucked into a booth towards the back that’s supposed to promote privacy but…throughout eating you’ve noticed that a small table of girls have spotted Austin from their seats. Again, this isn’t new and usually wouldn’t bother you.

But instead of coming over? They’re taking pictures from their seats and because the booth is close enough, you can hear them chattering on about you. It’s not a full conversation but the tailends of sentences and—since you’re on the end of the booth seat they can see the swell of your belly and they’re wondering if that’s a food baby or a pregnancy. You can’t help but bristle, the words feel louder than they actually are, you know this because your table continues on with discussions that are light and funny and easy.

Your fingers dig into the napkin on your lap, trying to lean back into the seat and just enjoy catching up, especially with Austin’s sister. But you feel like your world keeps tilting off its axis, ruining your equilibrium.

It’s really bothering you that they’re taking all these pictures, trying to be nonchalant but coming across like Gossip Girl instead.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Austin’s palm rest on your knee and you blink, turning your head to look at him. His eyebrows draw together a little, “You alright?”

You nod softly, giving him a small smile but your husband doesn’t look overly convinced. You shouldn’t be surprised, you suppose, he knows you.

He’s patient, squeezing your knee as he takes a sip of his water. Jillian and Ashley are knee-deep in a conversation about an actor the make-up artist is kind-of-sort-of seeing. You’re grateful that the attention isn’t on you, which is probably one of the only reasons you turn to Austin and say,

“That table of girls over there keeps taking pictures. I think they’re trying to be subtle about it but…” You trail off, shaking your head, words getting stuck in your throat. Your hand settles on your belly and Austin glances down before looking over at the table.

You don’t have to explain, “Want me to say somethin’ to them?”

“No,” You reply quickly, not wanting to cause a scene or upset anyone. You…you get it, you were and are a fan. There are boundaries, of course? But you’ve seen and experienced way worse. This probably wouldn’t even bother you if you weren’t feeling extra sensitive and vulnerable right now.

Austin hums lightly from the spot next to you, putting his napkin on the table and motions for you to get up. You hesitate for a moment but…he’s not going to go over there when you’ve told him not to. You shimmy out of the booth and let out a soft sigh, waiting for him to stand—and then he motions you to slide into his spot.

A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth as he runs a hand down your back. You eagerly get into the booth, Austin following, his body shielding yours from any onlookers. If Jillian or Ashley realize the switch for a reason, neither of them saying anything, instead Austin’s sister asks you about your upcoming writing project.

Austin slips an arm around your shoulders and you lean into his chest, already feeling a lot better as you begin talking. At some point during the conversation, you kiss his cheek just because and Austin smiles as his other hand gently brushes over your stomach.

-- two

The end of your second trimester somehow feels the slowest and busiest time all happening at once. You suppose it’s because you really feel yourself become the most introspective about the upcoming weeks and everything else after that, and yet, Austin’s life speeds up because he takes on another project. One of your favorite versions of your husband is when he’s working, that brightness in his eyes as he studies to become another character and figuring out what he needs to do to best bring those words on a page to life.

Sitting on a park bench near your apartment, you run your hand over your stomach and take a deep breath. The weather is just starting to turn a little chilly but it’s your favorite season—you’ve just never been a spring or summer girl. You settle back against the bench and check the time; Austin should be along any minute now. He had a lunch with his agent, and of course invited you, but you wanted a lazy day at home in bed. And that’s where you were as of an hour ago.

Stretching your legs out, you open up a small container of fruit from your purse, popping a bit of strawberry into your mouth.

“What’s the fruit today?”

You smile a little, turning your head to see Austin walking towards you. Kind of unfair how unbearably handsome he looks in his black-on-black look, jeans, leather jacket, boots…and here you are feeling like a swollen beach ball.

“Strawberry,” You tease, eating another one. You know what he’s asking.

He rolls his eyes and leans down to steal a kiss, humming at the taste of your lips.

“You ask like, every day,” Laughing lightly, you put the lid back on your fruit container and slip it into your bag, “It’s a rutabaga—we’ve moved into some vegetables.”

Austin crinkles his nose, “Never had a rutabaga.”

He reaches his hand out to help you off the bench and you hum softly, gaining your footing, “Would it help if I said she’s the size of the hamburger phone from Juno?”

Pursing his lips, he nods, “Slightly.”

Walking back towards your place, Austin wraps a loose arm around your shoulders. “How did lunch go?”

He nods, “Good, mostly just event planning, that sort of thing.” He glances down at you as you both pause to cross the street, the light blinking red, “I got somethin’ next week, lowkey schmooze event. Want to be my date?”

You let out a slow sigh and move forward to walk with him, quiet for a few moments as you contemplate. It’s not that…there’s just so many thoughts buzzing in your head about attending an event with Austin. The first one you went to as a couple you nearly had a panic attack in the car, and now you’re…like this? You hate that you’re feeling so cliché about what you look like when you’re pregnant but—

“Feels like I should be glowing but I actually just feel a hot air balloon.”

Austin smirks lightly, shaking his head, “You’re beautiful.”

You roll your eyes even though your cheeks kiss pink—compliments from him never fail in making you feel good. “You’re bias.”

“Absolutely,” He grins and a small laugh rumbles out of your chest as you get closer to the apartment. “You don’t have to go if you’re not feeling up to it.”

You chew on your lower lip—you know that he wants you to go, otherwise he wouldn’t have mentioned it. There’s no pressure there, obviously, other than a selfish need to want to spend time together. You can relate to that.

“I’ll go,” You give him a small smile, “Hope there’s good snacks.”

Austin smirks, drawing you close to press a kiss to your temple. “We can leave early if there isn’t.”

And that seems like a good enough plan. You’re about to mention maybe grabbing some sort of snack now, you’re craving chicken tenders of all things, but then someone steps right into your path and nearly has you stumbling off balance. You’re about to apologize, but then you see the camera and—seriously? A minute away from walking back into your apartment?

You know you sort of signed up for this by deciding to date Austin, to marry him, to create a family together but sometimes the lack of privacy drives you utterly crazy. Is it really too much to ask for a little peace? Especially when you’re not feeling your best.

“Not today,” Is all you manage to get out before Austin is stepping in, shifting positions so that you’re in front of him. It’s easier to direct you towards the front door and unfortunately if there’s one pap, there’s usually more.

“Got a name for the baby yet?”

Austin puts his arm up, walking a bit quicker as his other hand squeezes your hip, “What have I said about puttin’ the camera in her face guys?” His voice is calm but firm, not willing to entertain any of these questions.

“When’s the due date?”

You bite your tongue on hissing out none of your business and walk up the steps to the front door. The doorman, Mike, quickly opens up to usher you both inside. Shaking your head, you run a hand over your stomach, back and forth as you make your way to the elevator with Austin.

“Sorry,” Austin says after a moment and he always does this, like he has to apologize for the paps and take responsibility for them.

You shake your head, gently waving off his apology as you lean against one of the walls, “I should start whipping cameras down,” And you’re joking…mostly, “That’d be something to write about.”

Austin smiles a little and you can see the firm line along his shoulders begin to relax. He reaches for you, drawing you close to his chest and presses a kiss to your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and finally your lips.

-- three

You only regret telling Austin that you’ll go to this event with him just once and it’s when you’re getting ready and the zipper of your dress won’t work. For starters, it’s on your side and you…while you know that means it should be easier to tug up, it’s not. You try it twice before beginning to feel the creeping in of frustration and annoyance and god, you are not about to cry over a zipper, you’re not.

“I’m not going.” You snap out, because apparently dramatics make more sense.

Austin turns away from the mirror after he does his tie, a small, handsome smile on his face that you nearly want to lose your mind over.

“C’mere.” He holds out his hand and you so want to cross your arms over your chest and pout instead, but you don’t, huffing as you move closer to clasp onto him.

Austin guides you in front of the mirror which is the last place you want to be, your eyes casting down a moment before just focusing on him instead. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and tries the zipper. When it won’t budge, you just about tear the thing off.

“Take a breath,” He says soothingly, reaching in the bedside drawer for something. Pulling out a small container of Vaseline, your eyebrows draw together as he rubs a very small amount on the zipper track. “Somethin’ my mom taught me.” He smiles a little.

He pulls the zipper down to start over and in one smooth motion, he zips the dress shut. Your mouth opens and closes almost like a goldfish. The dress wasn’t too small for you or anything like that…the zipper was just stuck.

You shake your head, tilting it back a little to rest on Austin’s shoulder. “I’m a mess.”

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. His hand crosses back and forth across your belly, pressing a kiss to your neck. “You tell me you want to go and we’ll go, alright?”

A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth and you nod, allowing yourself to linger in his embrace for as long as you can.

Turns out the event is just fine—the photos are painless and quick, Austin is as attentive as he’s always been, you’re able to catch up with people you haven’t seen in the industry in a long time and there’s plenty of good snacks.

Doesn’t stop you and Austin from leaving after two hours to grab burgers and milkshakes on the way home, however.

-- plus one

You weren’t really expecting it but Austin pushes things around in his schedule so that you both can go on a ‘babymoon’. You’re incredibly excited because it’s one of things that you found yourself looking forward to when you became pregnant, and it’s right at the cusp of thirty-five weeks (a honeydew!). After this, it’s advised that you don’t travel, even somewhere within the U.S.

Nothing really beats the feeling of your feet digging into sand, the ocean breeze kissing your face, a private-ish beach where no one is going to bother you. Not to mention—

You smile lightly from inside this beach tent you brought, an open-mouthed structure that has a canopy to keep you shaded and plenty of room for beach chairs or just towels. Austin walks out of the ocean so gracefully—you feel like you were never capable of that, even when you weren’t pregnant, tripping on the ground disappearing underneath you and waves hitting the backs of your thighs. He’s got a slight tan going on, freckles kissing his cheekbones and the skin of his shoulders, both his hands pushing his blonde hair back.

Utterly handsome; your stomach doing the same flip-flop it’s always done since the first day you saw him.

He makes his way into the beach tent, sitting down on the towels. Grabbing one, he runs it through his hair and you can’t help but chuckle at the wet dog look, running your fingers through his strands.

“You don’t want to get in?”

“I’ll probably fall,” You reply, “And then float like a buoy or something.”

Austin huffs out a soft laugh, “I’ll help you; you won’t fall.”

Humming at the idea, though very tempting, you look down at the sand right outside the tent and, “You know what I really want?” He raises his eyebrows, “I want to be able to lie down on my stomach, like, I miss that.”

Austin smiles, running his hand over your belly. Then he pauses, his eyes glancing outside the tent and… “I have an idea.”

“That sounds ominous.”

He chuckles and motions for you to get up, “C’mon,” Austin gets out of the tent and helps you stand and you watch him tug the tent aside for a moment and kneel in the sand. He starts digging with his hands and…you have no idea where this is going.

“Buried treasure?” You tease, crossing your arms along your chest. You opted for this really cute orange two-piece, not even worrying about wearing high-waisted bottoms because nothing feels good on your stomach right now.

“Yeah, X marks the spot.” He throws out, laughing a little.

It takes you a moment but…then you realize what he’s doing. He’s digging a deep hole, roughly the size of your stomach and, “Are you—”

Austin hums, standing. He tugs the tent back over the hole and crawls inside, the bottom of the tent easily giving into the space he’s created. Which…that’s perfect because you don’t have to worry about putting your belly right in the sand.

He reaches a hand out to help you back inside the tent and you kinda laugh as you hold onto his shoulder and inch back down, turning to lie on your stomach for the first time in months. It takes a bit of maneuvering and Austin folding some towels so that you can position your head but…once you finally lay down, comfortably?

“I could kiss you.”

Austin smirks, “Still can.”

You grin, “Come down here then.”

He puts down another towel and does so, running his hand along your back and brushing your hair back over your shoulder. He smiles, his nose bumping into yours as he settles close.

You lean up just slightly and kiss him, your hand cupping his cheek, and maybe it sounds dramatic? But you’ve never been happier.

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips, dragging your thumb against his cheekbone.

Austin says it back against your temple, both of you settling into the sand and allowing your eyes to close as the sounds of the waves crash in.

Despite not knowing what the future will bring? You can’t help but find yourself utterly overjoyed for it.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

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royalexhibition · 8 months

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Elvis’s Girl

Hello!! This is my first time writing for Elvis. Not really sure where I was going with this. Just a little something I wrote in my free time! (:

1970. International Hotel.

It's not like people would pay too much attention to many anyway. You are no one famous. Just a normal woman dating one of the most famous men in the world. He’s the only thing that makes you happy in this world. Not the money or the expensive gifts. It’s all about him and that’s all you want. You’re selfish. You arrived separately backstage from Elvis since he had to be there earlier.

"This is my supper." Elvis and you shared a small pack of M&M’s that you stole from the hotel room. "Just eat the other ones. I want the red ones." All he did was sigh loudly and not argue. "Sometimes I wonder about you. You’re one strange woman." He might say that, but he still looks at me with admiration. "Whatever. You’re strange too, so you can’t say much." You finished up the M&Ms, and it was already time for him to go on stage.

The Sweet Inspirations followed beside us. Yesterday, when you got there really close to showtime, Sissy brought her daughter Whitney. She called Elvis ‘Mr. Elvis and you almost died. She’s almost five, so you can’t get too mad at her. Even when he tried to hold her, she started to cry. Gotta love kids.

Jerry led me to one of the many red and white seats. The same one you’ve sat in for the past couple of nights. Vernon was there with his now-wife. You don’t remember her name, but it’s not essential. His dad has always been kind to me. At first, you were a little hesitant because there is a 10-plus-year age gap between us. Even though you always get told you look about 25,

Tonight is a late show. We’ll probably be here until midnight, which is unfortunate because the Colonel is sitting at the same table. He’s off, and he asks me about things you don’t know about. Elvis has told me this is not true 85% of the time. You tend to tell him you don’t want to hear about it. It’s his business, not yours. Things like that give you anxiety, and you hate to worry about something that doesn’t involve you. In no way do you feel like you need to share anything with the colonel. He just gives you the creeps sometimes.

The ladies in the crowd went wild the entire night with every song. You can’t blame them. His giving out kisses doesn’t bother me because you know he’s coming home with me at the end of the night. It’s part of the job too, so who are you to complain? Despite all the crazy women, you enjoyed yourself and felt like his biggest fan. Just as E was finishing up the last song, Jerry came around to pull the three of y’all from the booth to meet him backstage. The curtains closed as you walked up the stage to greet the one tall, sweaty man that you loved. The beads of his jumpsuit strings hit together as he walked towards Charlie to grab his custom towel.

You ran up to him and gave him a firm embrace as he lifted you off the ground for a hot second. “That was a great show, honey.” You planted a big kiss on his cheek before he could catch your lips to give you a long passionate kiss. “Thank you, baby. Just wait until tomorrow night. I’m bringin’ you up there with me.” He teased as he put you back down. It made him chuckle cause he knows you hate public attention.

“We’ll see about that, Mr. Presley.” You rolled your eyes as you walked with him to the hotel suite that you two shared.

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Gorgeous | Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: austin butler x f!singer!reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: after meeting austin at a party, y/n is left with a desirable impression and immediately writes a song about it. set to perform at the cannes elvis premiere after party, y/n takes the opportunity to let her true feelings be known. based off the song gorgeous by taylor swift

Warnings: depictions of intoxication, thoughts of infidelity, mild swearing

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: i had this song stuck in my head and the more i thought about the lyrics, the more i realized it fits austin perfectly. i came up with this idea quite literally right after that, i love it and thought it turned out pretty cute. also i know kacey musgraves covered can't help falling in love, but for the sake of the fic she covered another one or just wasn't on the soundtrack in general lmao. lastly, reader is dating calvin harris in this (iykyk) but if that makes you uncomfy you can imagine someone else! anyways, i hope you enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

To say you were having a good time tonight would be an understatement. You've probably only been here for a few hours, but with the amount of drinks you've already had, it was enough for a whole night, maybe more.

You weren't really trying to get drunk, but who were you to turn down drinks from fellow friends who are also very much enjoying themselves at this party?

The point of tonight is all about acquainting yourself with fellow musicians performing on the new Elvis movie soundtrack. Practically everyone who is on the soundtrack is here, and then of course the actors and actresses from the actual movie.

When you were reached out to about being on the soundtrack, it felt like a dream come true. It really hit you when they asked if you'd like to cover Can't Help Falling in Love. It's truly such an honor to get to record a song that means so much to so many people. It was nerve-wracking, but you adore how it turned out and hope the fans will feel the same when they hear it in the film and on the soundtrack.

Taking a look around, you admire all of the other musicians you've gotten to know. Baz did such a great job in creating a modernized and diverse group that can translate Elvis' music to today's generation. It's so insane to you how you were given this opportunity and you'll forever be grateful for it.

Shaking your head a little in disbelief at it all, you turn your attention back to the people at your table. You've been moving around all night, whether it be from table to table or on the small dance floor. You've spoken to everyone here. Well, almost everyone.

There's quite literally only one person here that you haven't spoken a word to yet, and that's none other than Austin Butler, Elvis Presley himself.

It isn't that you don't want to talk to him, it's just you're not sure you'd be able to have a conversation with him. You've never met Austin in person but from all the pictures and clips you've seen of him, you just know that man will make you so nervous. He seems so flirty and you can tell he knows what he's doing when he gives people that look. It's infuriating but also captivating and you kick yourself every time you find yourself flustered over him. Get it together, you'd think, you've never even met the guy in person.

When you found out this party would be happening, you promised yourself you'd work up the courage to talk to him. You'd introduce yourself, have a quick conversation, realize he's just like any other guy, and then he'd be out of your system.

The liquid courage you've downed since the moment you got here was supposed to help, but so far you still haven't sought Austin out, and you're not sure you will. You're drunk, but it still doesn't change the fact even just the thought of him makes you giddy. Curse his good looks and seemingly charming personality.

"Hey, Y/N, some of us are gonna go hit the dance floor again. You wanna come with?" Olivia DeJonge, actress for Priscilla Presley, asks as she begins to get up from the table.

"Maybe in a bit, I'm gonna go to the bar and get some water, I've definitely had one too many tonight," you giggle and Olivia nods her head, knowing exactly what you mean.

"Okay, come find us when you want, we'll probably be out there for a while, gonna burn off our alcohol with our moves." The two of you laugh and you shake your head before getting up from the table as well, making your way to the bar while Olivia follows everyone else to the dance floor.

Leaning against the bar, you ask the bar tender for some water and wait while he gets it for you. A new song starts playing and you hum along to it while the bar tender hands you the glass. Taking a sip, it feels refreshing and you can tell how much you needed it. You can feel the hangover you're gonna have in the morning, but at least you feel good and are enjoying yourself right now, that's really all that matters.

"Uh 'scuse me, can I get a whiskey on ice please?" The sound of the voice coming from your right side nearly makes you spit out your water. It's so southern and sounds so wrong coming from someone who's in a bar in the middle of Los Angeles. You can't help the fit of giggles that escapes your lips.

Turning to look at whoever it is next to you, your laughing abruptly stops when you realize exactly who it is. It makes complete sense and yet you wince at the fact you didn't connect the dots instantly over who at this party would be talking like that. It's Austin, of course.

He's looking at you with an amused expression on his face and damn did those pictures not do him justice one bit. Words cannot describe how ethereal he looks in person. "You makin' fun of the way I talk, darlin'?"

You swear to God you'll never drink again because even though nothing is funny at this moment, your current state of overactive giddiness causes you to simultaneously laugh again on the outside and melt on the inside over his use of the word 'darlin''.

Clearing your throat to try and cover it up, you shake your head and begin to reply. "Definitely not, I think your accent is just what a town like this needs. Screw the valley girl standard, southern is in."

Austin lets out a low laugh and hangs his head before looking back up at you. His eyes are so incredibly blue, you're surprised you can even tell considering how dark it is in here, but you guess they're just that bright. The flustered feeling doesn't seem to be going away like you hoped. Oh boy.

"I don't think we've met yet." The bar tender places Austin's drink down in front of him and he takes it, immediately sipping from the glass. You can't help but stare as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he sets the drink back down. "I'm Austin."

You fight the urge to say 'I know' because how could you not? He was everywhere lately, including your mind when you know he shouldn't be, especially with having a boyfriend and all that. You're sure he's at yet another club doing who knows what, but the fact you have a boyfriend still stands, even though you have a feeling it's not gonna last much longer.

"I'm Y/N, it's nice to finally meet you." You give Austin a smile and you pray it doesn't look stupid. You're feeling a little lightheaded and you're not sure if it's the alcohol or the proximity of the blonde in front of you, probably both if you're being honest.

"Likewise," he replies, his eyes flicking up and down your body in a swift movement. Your grip on the bar counter immediately intensifies.

A moment passes, Austin's eyes locked on yours, it's silent between you both but it isn't uncomfortable. You're not sure what it is about him, but there's this force making you want to be closer to him. It's practically magnetic the way your body wants to inch towards him.

Austin's the first to break the silence. "So, you gonna be at Cannes next week? I heard they wanted you to perform at the after party." You blink a few times, trying to snap out of the trance you've found yourself in and get your thoughts together.

"Yep, I'll be there. I couldn't possibly miss the premiere of your movie now could I?" Austin takes his bottom lip in between his teeth and the sight alone makes you weak in the knees.

"No, you can't," he drawls. There's literally no explaining exactly what's happening right now. This is the very first time you've ever spoken to Austin Butler, and yet here the two of you are flirting as if it's the norm for you.

Taking a breath, you grab your glass of water and take a long gulp. You're not sure what else to say to the blonde in front of you. His stare, that stare, is so intense and makes you feel things you should not be feeling.

Letting your eyes flick over Austin's face, you take in all the small details. The shape of his jaw, the small smirk on his lips, the crinkles by his eyes that seem to somehow sparkle when the light hits them just right.

Jesus you need to get away from this man right now.

Thankfully, Olivia appears at your side and she's gripping your arm, pulling your attention away from Austin's intoxicating aura.

"There you are! I changed my mind, I definitely need some of that water you were talking about earlier!" Olivia laughs and you do so as well, grateful for the out. Your nerves and alcohol are beginning to catch up with you and being left alone with Austin for any longer may just end up with you making fun of him again, or worse. "I see you met Mr. Butler here. Austin you better be treating my girl right."

Running his fingers along his jaw and holding his chin, Austin replies, "Oh I think we're gettin' on quite well."

That's it, time to go.

Looking anywhere but at Austin, you quickly rush out, "Well I better get out there while the night is still young! Nice to meet you, Austin. Olivia I'll be waiting for you!" You flash a quick smile, more so looking at Olivia, and then race away from the bar and Austin's infuriating effect on you.

****

The night went on smoothly after your encounter with Austin. Olivia did in fact end up joining you on the dance floor and you allowed the music to help ease away your tension and flustered state. For a while you were mentally cursing yourself for letting Austin root deeper in your mind and make you feel all out of sorts. This man was ruining your life and he didn't even realize it.

You're back at a table now, actually feeling like it's getting time for you to go home. You have a studio session tomorrow afternoon and you'd rather not be completely hungover when you get there.

Packing up what little stuff you brought with you tonight, you begin to say your goodbyes to the people around you. Majority give you hugs and promises of meeting up soon, others shake your hand and tell you they were happy to meet you.

It's the home stretch now. You got through the rest of the evening without having to talk to Austin again. You caught his eye a few more times, but always made a point to engage in conversation with someone else before he came over. You're not sure how considering this place isn't very big and he could've interjected at any moment, but who cares you did it! The exit is literally right in front of you, just a few more-

"Leavin' so soon, sweetheart?" You stop dead in your tracks. No need to question who that voice belongs to this time. Dammit.

"Uh, yeah. I have some work to do tomorrow, so I gotta get home and get ahead of this hangover!" You laugh lightly, and slightly wince because what?, and then spin around to face Austin. You may not be able to handle talking to him well, but the least you can do is face him when he's speaking to you.

Maybe moving so fast to look at him was a bad idea because next thing you know you're stumbling a little and suddenly Austin has his hand on yours to steady you.

The room is still incredibly dark so thankfully Austin can't see the way your face heats up at the contact of his skin on yours. Doesn't he realize his actions have consequences? There's no way you're getting over him any time soon now, and you barely know the guy.

"Well I guess I'll see you in Cannes then. Have a good night, Y/N." Austin nods his head and gives you a smile and it's in this precise moment you realize you're utterly done for.

*****

"Wait so what happened again? You're telling me the first interaction you had with him was making fun of the way he talks?" Stephanie, one of your best friends and fellow songwriters, says before laughing and shaking her head at how ridiculous the situation sounds.

You groan and cover your face with your hands. "Don't laugh! It's not funny, it's actually kind of embarrassing. I shouldn't have let myself get drunk like that, let alone talk to Austin Butler while drunk."

"Girl, don't even worry. If anything he should take it as a compliment! Don't people say if someone teases you that means they have a crush on you?" Tilting your head you contemplate that idea, you have heard that before. "But then again I'm pretty sure that's just for elementary school situations."

"Steph!" Pouting, you fall back onto the couch in the studio. You're supposed to be writing new songs for your upcoming album, but it's turned into more of a therapy session with your best friend than a music one. "I don't even know how to describe it. It's like I can't say anything to his face. We flirted for a second but it was nothing compared to the way I would essentially freeze up trying to think of something to say to him. I literally tried to avoid him the whole night. He's just so...so-ugh, gorgeous!"

"Y/N, you are so down bad for this man," Stephanie says while getting up to come sit next to you on the couch. You sigh and sit up, meeting her gaze.

"I know! I just wish there was a way I could explain it to him. I know it's just a dumb little crush and nothing could happen considering I'm with Calvin right now but still."

"Why don't you explain it to him then? If you can't talk to him, why don't you sing it! You can write a song about last night and perform it during your set at the Cannes after party!"

"What? Are you being serious right now?" You shake your head at the idea. No way, that would be crazy, right?

"I am! C'mon, Y/N, singing and songwriting is your calling, it's what you do best. It's the best way for you to get your feelings across without actually having to talk to the guy. And don't even worry about Calvin, half the time he can't even be bothered to check in on you, you deserve way better! Besides, it's just a song, it's not like you're asking Austin out."

You take a moment to mull over the idea. Stephanie has a point, there's really no harm in it and it'll allow you to put your feelings into words. You're sure you can get your manager to convince the after party hosts to let you switch out one of your radio hits for a new song instead. It's not the worst idea...

"Okay, let's do it!" Stephanie claps her hands and reaches towards the table in front of you, grabbing both your notebooks and handing you yours.

"Alright, let's start from the beginning. Tell me everything that happened, even the small details, and we can work off that." You nod your head and open to a blank page in your writing journal.

"Obviously first thing's first, I was drunk and I made fun of the way he talked because of his Elvis accent." You cringe at the memory but then shake it off. He had laughed at the joke you made afterwards so clearly it's fine. "Ooo also I remember he ordered a whiskey on ice, that's how I heard him talk in the first place. When we were standing there I just kept looking at his face too, I noticed how blue his eyes were. I swear it was like looking at the ocean, felt like I could sink and drown and die in them." Stephanie smiles at you and you feel a faint blush on your face.

"Keep going, this is cute, I love it."

"Okay, um, we were on Sunset and Vine at this secret bar you have to walk through a restaurant to get to. I don't know if the street matters but it's something. Another thing, when we were talking I just remember feeling this, like, magnetic pull towards him. He has this aura about him that's so addicting. It's infuriating how attracted to him I am, it's like he makes me happy but also sad because I can't have him, you know?"

Stephanie nods her head, she knows first hand what that feels like and she'd never judge you for it. She knows how hard it can be to admit your true feelings, and she's always been here for you every time you needed someone to talk about them with, just like you are for her.

"When we were talking earlier you said you saw him again on your way out, did anything happen then?"

"Oh God, yeah I forgot to tell you! Steph he grabbed my hand and when I tell you I nearly died at the contact! To be fair he only did it because I almost fell but still." Stephanie laughs and you join in with her before suddenly something dawns on you. "Wait! Oh my God, do you think he has a girlfriend? Why didn't I think of that! I was sat there flirting with him and giving him goo goo eyes and all the while he could have a girl at home waiting for him."

"Hey, that's on him if he does because from what I can tell he was flirting back! Besides I don't think he does. I know he was rumored to be with Kaia Gerber but I haven't seen anything about them in months. As far as I know he's single."

"Ugh, well if he does have one, I'm jealous of her. But if he's single that's honestly worse because the only thing between us is Calvin then."

"Please, he barely counts. You should break up with him, you know you're not happy with him. No matter what, Austin or not, you deserve someone who will treat you better and actually be there for you." You smile at Stephanie and reach over to squeeze her hand. How'd you get so lucky to have a friend like her?

"You're right, I should break up with him soon. It's almost like we've split anyways, we barely talk anymore. Maybe I'll do it and get drunk again after and then just stumble on home to my cats, alone."

"Y/N, you don't even own any cats, what in the hell are you talking about?" The both of you bust out laughing and you nearly fall off the couch because of it.

"Okay, yeah, but I could. Unless Austin wants to come along home with me instead." A fit of giggles erupts from your lips again and Steph wheezes and then shakes her head while she writes notes down.

"Babe, I can't with you right now. C'mon, we've got work to do."

*****

Tonight was the night you’d been waiting for for over a week. It’s Cannes night which means you’d be seeing Elvis for the very first time with a theater full of people, and then performing your cover of Can’t Help Falling in Love at the after party, including the new song you wrote about Austin.

For an instant you’re more scared to perform your new song than you are about the cover. You can’t tell if that’s good or bad.

The movie is already well over, now you’re backstage getting ready for your turn to perform. To say you were blown away by Austin’s performance would be an understatement. There were so many moments where you were watching and for a split second swore it was Elvis Presley himself up on that screen. You can tell the time and dedication Austin put into the role and you can only imagine how proud Elvis’ family is.

On a less serious note, the film did nothing but add fuel to the already blazing fire that is your crush on Austin Butler. The way he looked, the way he sang, the way he moved! Indescribable. You definitely had to take several moments to collect yourself while sitting in that theater.

Right now Mäneskin is performing and once they’re done you’ll be up next. You’ll be performing three songs; Can’t Help Falling in Love, one of your recent hits, and then your new song. You were so grateful to your manager for convincing the hosts to let you perform a new, unreleased track. To be honest you’re surprised you even had the song ready to go. Usually it takes a few weeks to get down the lyrics and then the instrumental parts, but with this song it just seemed to come so naturally.

You and Stephanie had stayed well into the night that day at the studio, finishing the lyrics within a couple hours and then going straight into the actual music part of it. You’re so proud of the song and think it came out great. It’s catchy and funny but also says everything you wanted to and you hope the message will be clear.

“Y/N, you’re up in sixty seconds!” A stage manager says, breaking you away from your thoughts. You nod your head and thank him before turning to the girl helping you set up your in-ears and audio pack.

“All good to go! Good luck out there,” she says, giving you a warm smile.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You smile back at her and then make your way to the side of the stage. The band is thanking the crowd and then they’re passing by you right after. You exchange greetings and you compliment them before you turn to step out on stage.

Breathing in deep, you physically shake out your usual pre-show jitters. No matter what happens you’re gonna go out there and have a good time. You’re in Cannes, at a premiere for a movie on one of music’s most iconic artists. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Stepping out on stage, you smile and get ready to take it all in.

Here we go.

*****

“This last song I have for you guys is actually a new one I just wrote with one of my best friends.” The crowd lets out some enthusiastic hollers and you grin at the sound. “We wrote it after I met a certain someone a little over a week ago. I won’t say too much more than that, but hopefully you’ll get the gist when I’m done. This is ‘Gorgeous’.”

Your band begins the opening notes and you feel the rush of adrenaline that courses through your veins. Performing is one of your most favorite things to do, it never gets old.

“You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.” The opening line already gets the crowd excited, a bunch of your fellow singers cheering you on. Your eyes scan the crowd, it takes only a second or two to find those blue eyes you can’t stop thinking about. Based off the smirk on his face you can tell he already knows this song is about him. Good.

“You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong. And I got a boyfriend he’s older than us. He’s in the club doing I don’t know what. You’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.”

This song is even better to perform live than you thought, you can feel the beat rumbling the floor beneath you and you’re feeding off the insane energy the crowd is giving you. You couldn’t ask for a better response.

“Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine. You’ve ruined my life by not being mine.” You grab the microphone off the stand, really getting into the song. “You’re so gorgeous. I can’t say anything to your face. ‘Cause look at your face. And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way. But, what can I say? You’re gorgeous.”

With every lyric you’re moving a part of your body, whether it be swaying to the beat or using your hands to exaggerate what you’re saying. It’s a blast and it’s even better seeing the way Austin’s reacting to it.

You continue to make your way through the song, feeling lighter the closer you get to the end. Stephanie was right, writing about and then singing your feelings was the best thing you could’ve done.

“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah there’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have. You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad. You’re gorgeous.” You finish the song and can’t help the huge smile on your face as you take in all the cheers and clapping that surrounds you.

“Thank you so much, it’s been an honor to perform here tonight! I love you, thank you!” Taking a bow with your band, you blow kisses at all your friends and fellow attendees before making your way off stage.

Immediately, you’re met with crew to help you out of your audio pack and in-ears. People around you give you compliments and you thank them all, feeling so appreciative, before heading back out to the party.

When you reach the dance floor, you see a bunch of your friends waiting for you. They shower you with love and rave over your new song. You assure them it’ll be out at midnight tonight and they all lose it over that. You’re so grateful to have such supportive people around you, it’s such a wonderful feeling to know people believe in you and your work.

After a few minutes of chatter about other performances, and of course the Elvis movie, you excuse yourself to go get a drink. You don’t make it very far before you’re met with a familiar blonde blocking your path.

"That was some song you performed up there," Austin says, standing with his hands in his pockets. You give him a once over, per usual he looks incredible tonight. Black suit with a bowtie to match, black leather shoes, the prettiest blue flower pinned to his suit pocket, and his hair styled to perfection. Once again, gorgeous.

"Yeah? Did you like it?" Tilting your head to the side, you feign innocence.

"Like it? I loved it." Austin steps closer to you, allowing you to get wrapped up in that magnetic aura again. "It actually reminded me of somethin' that happened to me just last week."

"Oh really? That's so interesting, I can't believe we shared a similar experience within the same timeframe." You widen your eyes in 'disbelief' and then bite down on your bottom lip to try and prevent the smile that wants to peak through.

Austin lets out a laugh and shifts a little before looking down at you and into your eyes. "Well, I'd love to share another one with you sometime. Maybe you'll actually be able to say somethin' to my face."

Your flush a little at the actor's comment. Oh, he's good.

It's takes everything in you to not break the eye contact, to not lose the confidence you gained from performing. Shaking your head you say, "Hey, mister, who said the song was about you in the first place? I could've been singing about the bar tender for all you know."

"Somethin' tells me that's not the case, but whatever you say, darlin." Austin leans in a little closer to you and you fight the urge to take his lips between yours. You definitely needed to meet up with Calvin and end things asap. "I'll see you back in LA then?"

Humming, you take a step back from Austin and make your way around him. He turns to face you and as you start to make your way towards the bar again you say, "We'll see about that...,gorgeous."

The last thing you see as you look over your shoulder is Austin smirking and running his fingers over his lips, his ocean eyes raking up and down your body as you walk away.

You can't wait to get back to Los Angeles.

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starboybutler · 5 months

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Sweat (18+)

summary: after a few odd months of living with austin, he and the blonde decide to take their relationship to a whole new level.

word count: 5220

warnings: very brief mention of elvis' death, loss of virginity, outdated thoughts and feelings towards homosexuality, fingering, unprotected anal sex, daddy kink, biting, sub space, elvis slipping into littlespace, aftercare, etc.

notes: this was meant to just be a simple smut fic to piss off people that hate me for writinng gay elvis porn, but i ended up going allllll out. 5k words of smut, feelings, and an au i need fo flesh out. uhh enjoy. also shout out to my beta reader @dontbeecruel and @superbatson for the moodboard 🫶🏽

he felt like he was floating.

he always felt like he was floating when he was with austin. something about the blonde made him feel warm and tingly. it was a mix of things, really– his icy blue eyes, his tousled blonde locks, his soft, full-looking pink lips, his cologne, the deep, honeyed tones of his voice….

elvis found himself questioning a lot of things about himself since he began living with austin. he always knew he liked women, but he never even considered men. mainly because it was taboo then, to be gay, and extremely frowned upon by most people. nearing the 60s and 70s of course, it was starting to get more talked about and acknowledged, but elvis was far too busy at that point. and then he…

…nevermind that. now that he was forced to think about that part of himself, he was overwhelmed. whenever austin would wrap an arm around him, or hug him, or do little things for him- like make his breakfast or buy him something that he liked, his heart would skip a beat. austin seemed so casual about all the affection, like he was used to being this close with another man. elvis had never probed him about his dating history, but he had his suspicions about him being less than straight.

but did he have any room to judge? people have said the same about him. austin always said that his sexuality didn’t matter, and that he’d help him explore it if he wanted. elvis asked what he meant by that, and looking back at that conversation– he didn’t know how he didn’t see that austin was hitting on him.

now, here elvis was, his face all red and sweaty as he laid back on the plush mattress. he's never been this nervous about sex before– but then again he's never had sex with another man before. especially not one this beautiful. sure, when he was younger, he had thought about it in fits of curiosity, but he never went through with it at all.

and now here was austin, shuffling up to him on his knees with a downright predatory look in his eye. his large, cool hands were resting idly on elvis’ knees, holding his thighs apart so he could see all of him. it should have been humiliating, letting another man see the most forbidden parts of himself- but austin made him feel warm. appreciated.

“ready?” the blonde asked in that oddly gentle voice of his, his long middle finger idly tracing lines against his skin as he trailed further down. elvis could only nod stiffly, his body hot and tingling and tense as austin’s hand slowly made its way to the pink skin of his untouched rim.

he felt so ashamed and exposed in that single moment, like he was standing in a crowd of adoring fans completely nude. it was horribly mortifying, but somewhat exciting, oddly. austin made him feel so many things at once– it was dizzying.

elvis let out a whine that could only be described as pathetic. austin paused, and looked at him with an amused expression.

“i haven't even pushed in yet.” he laughed softly, tilting his head.

“shut up!” elvis grunted, draping an arm over his eyes. “god– jus’, get on with it.” he muttered, embarrassed.

austin continued his slow movements, his slick finger rubbing gentle circles around his now slick rim, warming up the once-cold lube. after elvis had relaxed a bit from his gentle ministrations- he slowly pressed his finger inside of his tight heat.

it felt weird, admittedly. his finger was long and cool, gently poking and prodding inside of him. austin felt around, like he was searching methodically for something, making elvis squirm around like a fish out of water.

“q-quit pokin’ around in me–!” he complained, his cheeks reddening, before getting cut off by his own gasp as austin pressed the pad of his finger against an oddly tender spot inside of him.

his pink cock gave a little twitch at the stimulation, a little pearl of precum drooling from the tip of his cock.

“there it is,” the blonde grinned somewhat mischievously, rubbing the pad of his finger against the spot slowly. “feel that? feels good, doesn't it?”

elvis all but whimpered, his thighd twitching as if he didn't know whether he wanted to spread them or close them. “wh-what the hell– what is tha–” he panted, unable to keep speaking as the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body.

“it’s your prostate,” austin hummed simply. “the male g-spot, basically. don't worry, i won't play with it too much.” he chuckled, rubbing at the spot a few more times before curling the digit. “don’t want you t’cum too quick.”

he thrust his finger deep inside of him, brushing past that sweet spot each time. one finger already had him whining and shaking, so when austin added a second finger…

“f-f-fuck!”

“relax,” austin says soothingly, petting his thigh. “just breathe– i know it's a lot. so sensitive, aren’t you?”

“austin–” the man whined, his face dark red as he let his thighs flop open, his pink cock leaking and twitching against the tense muscles of his tan stomach. “austin, i can’t– what’re you doin’ t’me?” he asked, voiced high-pitched and confused sounding, like he was witnessing some sort of scientific phenomenon for the first time. austin let out a little amused laugh.

“feels good huh?” he mumbles, rhythmically curling his fingers up into the tender spot. “i told you i’d take care of you. and we’re just getting started…”

“f-feels like i’m gonna pee–” he pants, thighs tensing up with each calculated jab against his spot– prostate. he was absolutely bewildered, brain scrambled by the new sensation of intense pleasure boiling low in his belly. he had felt pleasure before, when he jerked off on lonely nights, or when he got some eager roadie to blow him backstage– but it was never this intense. he felt a hot tingle from his head to his toes, a throbbing from the sensitive head of his cock to his taint, and he felt so, so full. he felt like he was gonna die.

his breath exited his chest in a loud, deep exhale as austin suddenly pulled his fingers free, bringing elvis back from the haze of pleasure he was lost in. his head snapped up, his eyes lidded and dazed as he looked up at the blonde.

“what–”

“easy.” austin soothed, petting his thigh while his other hand squeezed the bottle of lube, drizzling it over his hard, leaking cock. elvis’ eyes widened at the sight of it, pink and throbbing between his pale, toned thighs. “i’ll fill you back up soon. so eager for it, huh?”

“i-i–” he pants, mouth hung open dumbly.

“it’s okay. y’don’t have to answer.” austin coos, positioning himself between elvis’ thighs. “i know you need it baby.”

elvis’ world felt like it flipped upside down when he felt the hot, blunt tip of austin’s cock press against his hole. his legs locked around the blonde’s waist, his hands grasping at his biceps tightly just so he could ground himself. he was gonna die, right here, under this specimen of a man.

“relax, e, y’gotta relax for me.” austin purred, the dangerously low tones of his voice like music to elvis’ ears as his large, slender hands massaged at his tense shoulders. “it’s a lot, i know, but ya gotta relax for me, babydoll.”

babydoll. oh god. if that didn’t make him melt like butter, he didn’t know what could. with a little exhale and a flutter of his eyelashes, he let his muscles unwind and relax under the other man, allowing him a more easy entrance when he decided to push in.

he expected austin to proceed with his plan of breaking elvis in, but he just leaned over him slowly, pressing his soft lips to the pulse point of his neck and nipping at the taut skin there. elvis shuddered under him, his hands tightening on his biceps once more.

gently, austin grabbed his slender wrists and pinned them on the mattress beside his head as he continued kissing and biting softly at his neck. the dark-haired man whimpered in the back of his throat, his fingers furling and unfurling in fits of nervousness at the affection. the tip of austin’s cock was still poking at him insistently, rubbing at his slick, sensitive rim with each subtle buck of his slim hips.

“you ready for me?” he whispered lowly, nipping at his earlobe as he pressed more firmly at his entrance. the slight pressure made elvis gasp, his body tensing up slightly at the warmth. he could feel how hard austin was, twitching and leaking against him with need and desire, his hot breath picking up against elvis’ tan skin the more he ground against him. the thought that austin was losing his usually calm, collected demeanor due to his raw, carnal need for him was driving elvis insane. he did this to austin. he made him lose his cool. he made him want to become something wild– something feral, almost. the thought of his need for elvis consuming him and turning him into some kind of needy, possessive, demanding beast was so arousing to him for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint.

“uh huh,” elvis panted, already flushed and breathless as he stared up at the blonde. “i’m ready, austin.”

“okay,” the blonde exhaled, pressing his hips forward. “lemme know if it hurts, okay?”

“mhm,”

he began inching himself in. elvis hissed at the stretch immediately. austin was big. he had seen his cock before– and he knew he was large, but

feeling it press inside of him was giving him an idea of how big his cock truly was. the warm, throbbing length of him was making elvis’ head spin with pleasure and a little bit of pain from the sting. austin’s eyes were scrunched shut in what looked like concentration, but he couldn’t be sure. maybe he was trying to hold himself back from plunging into elvis immediately– or he was adjusting to the tight squeeze of his virgin hole. either way, he looked fucking gorgeous. his plump, pink lips were dropped open, sweat dripping down his flushed, pink face as his chest heaved with labored breaths.

elvis felt like he was on fire. the stretch, the friction, the warmth of their bodies slotted together so closely…he might just burn alive. he didn’t know if he could handle anymore of austin inside of him. he hardly had the head in, and he already felt stretched to his max. austin must have sensed or felt this, because he paused and sat still inside of him. elvis was panting heavily, gripping the bed sheets and trembling softly.

“a-a-a-aust–” he whined, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears as he spoke, wrecked and needy and breathless as austin’s eyes opened and gazed down at his face. “you’re s-s-s-so big, it’s– i can’t– it won’t fit–”

“it’ll fit,” he panted, petting at his side soothingly, like he was a dog, as he began to press into him again.

he felt so full, like he would explode if austin pressed into him anymore. he didn’t even think he could fit a finger inside of him before this– so for austin to be halfway inside of him seemed like a miracle in itself. he genuinely felt like he was going to explode with everything happening at the moment. austin’s shaft was putting an obscene amount of pressure on his prostate, making an odd heat climb up his abdomen.

“almost there, e,” austin breathed, voice strained and breathy as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to elvis’. “almost in ya. can y’feel it? feel how deep i am inside?”

“yes,” elvis choked out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his thick, leaking cock twitched needily against his soft stomach. “i-i dunno if i can take it all–” he whimpered, clenching around austin’s thick, straining cock. “but i want to– so bad, austin- please,”

“you can. look, i’m almost there. jus’ breathe– fuck, goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight, e. good boy, gorgeous boy wrapped so pretty around my cock. goddamn,” he grit out, panting.

he was making austin feel good. the thought and realization made him tremble and whine in the back of his throat as he rolled his hips down against austin’s, shifting his throbbing length inside of him.

“fuck–!” the blonde grunted, his hands flying to elvis’ hips and gripping at them tightly, biting his lip as they ground together sloppily. “goddamn, e, you– fuck, you need it bad, huh baby?”

elvis couldn’t even respond. the friction inside of him was melting his brain, rendering him completely speechless. he just grabbed at the bedsheets and rolled his hips, chasing that feeling he got deep in his belly whenever the head of austin’s cock rubbed against that oddly tender spot deep inside of him. the whole ordeal was oddly hypnotic– up and down and up and down and oh god he was gonna cum if he wasn’t careful.

“gonna cum,” he managed to brokenly choke out, his hips stuttering in their languid movements against austin. “f-fuck– please, ‘m already gon’--”

to his displeasure, or his relief, austin halted his hips. elvis was trembling, his whole body tingling and on fire from head to toe after having his orgasm ripped away from him so abruptly. austin was quick to make him feel good in other ways though, leaning down and using his plump lips to mouth and bite at his neck and jaw. he traced just under his neck, before latching onto a particularly sensitive spot and suckling harshly.

elvis had never been bitten before. he had always done the biting. the sting, the warmth of their mouth, the suction– it was all so amazing. when austin pulled away to look at his work, elvis whined and let his head fall back to expose more of his neck.

“again,” elvis begged, his voice unsteady.

austin kissed at his tense, straining neck again, nipping at his collarbones and the column of his throat before biting down once more. elvis’ hips stuttered again, shifting austin’s length inside of him once more. both men hissed, and little elvis gave a pathetic little spasm against their stomachs.

“ready for me to start movin’?” austin panted, hips twitching ever so slightly against elvis. “ready for me to fuck you?”

“uh huh,” elvis gasped, his face red and eyes lidded as he stared up at the blonde, who looked equally as disheveled as he did. “r-r-ready.”

he thought that he had a good idea of what was coming next, given their sloppy grinding together a few minutes prior. he expected to feel something similar– and he’d be ready this time– but no. when austin began to pull out of him, his entire body tensed up involuntarily. austin soothed him with gentle rubs on his side, making him relax ever so slightly– but all that tension came back when he was filled back up.

lord, it felt good. austin was going slow, so so slow, and yet elvis felt as if he were being dipped in a pool of hot magma with each drag of austin’s cock against his walls. he must have made a noise, or done something, because austin paused in his movements.

“too much?” he questioned, stroking elvis’ cheek gently and watching as the man below him panted and writhed, his muscles tensing rhythmically. “tell me if i need to slow down. i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“it feels– so good,” elvis sobs, his breath hitching and chest spasming with each frantic breath he took. he’s never felt like this in his life– he felt like he was melting and floating all at the same time– his body simultaneously limp and tense and hot and cold and and and– all he could see and feel was austin. he needed him– badly. “aus,”

his tone of voice got higher, tears spilling from his eyes as he stared up at the blonde angel. what would he do without him? he’d be so so lost, he’d probably be all alone, in some big scary town, not knowing what anything is. he was so grateful for austin taking care of him, even when he was being a damn idiot. he loved him. he needed him.

“e? hey, it’s okay, don’t cry.” austin purred, wiping away the hot trails of tears with his thumbs. “do we need to stop? is this too much? i’m sorry, i probably should have explained more about what it’d feel like– i’m so sorry e. let’s go bathe, hm?”

austin moved to pull free, but elvis managed to wrap his legs around austin’s slender waist. austin paused and hissed, looking down at elvis in a mix of shock and arousal.

“don’ go.” elvis sniffled. “need you. l-love you.” he stuttered, voice crackling and breathy as he pressed his wet, tear stained face into austin’s neck. “m-make me cum, please,”

austin hummed deep in his chest, low and possessive as he began his shallow thrusts once more. their quick, frantic little breaths mingled together, filling the air along with the sounds of skin on skin rhythmically smacking together with each thrust.

it was almost unbearable. elvis dug the ends of his blunt manicured nails into austin’s back and clawed down, leaving angry red scars in their wake. the small action made austin buck his hips up, hissing lowly and kissing at the shell of elvis’ ear.

“baby, keep doin’ that and i won’t last long,” austin warned, hips picking up in speed as elvis did his best to roll his hips back onto austin’s cock, all but throwing himself onto the other man.

his chest heaved and stomach spasmed as he fell victim to the sensation, his own cries silent to his ears, but he’s sure he was wailing and gasping something awful as austin sped up his hips.

the bed was creaking and bouncing, the headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust of austin’s hips.

poor little elvis was weeping against his stomach, throbbing and red with neglect as he let his thighs relax in an attempt to stop squeezing the life out of austin. he wanted to stroke his cock– to at least touch it– but with all the sensations going on he didn’t know what would happen if he did.

the blonde must have felt elvis’ hands twitching on his back, or he must have sensed it, because his long, nimble fingers moved from gripping the bed sheets to grazing elvis’ tender erection.

“fuck!” elvis all but yelled, trembling like a leaf in the wind as austin continued to graze his poor neglected member with the pads of his fingers. it was too much, but not enough, and oh god he was gonna–

“hold on baby,” austin grunted, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he gently gripped elvis’ cock in his hand. “i’m sorry, been neglectin’ poor little elvis, haven’t i?” he croons, squeezing the poor pink little thing in his palm. “you needs it bad, huh?”

“y-yes–” elvis sobs, his cock drooling and spasming, confused and tortured by the way austin was able to tear his orgasm away from him with just a few simple movements. he was teetering on the edge of an amazing, mind altering orgasm, but austin would change the speed of his thrusts, or stop his teasing touches against his needy cock, tearing his ecstacy away from him once more. his brain felt all fuzzy and warm, like he was falling into some kind of daze. “n-needs it real bad, aus, needs it–”

“its okay baby, i’ll give it to ya,” he promises, kissing his jaw sweetly and speeding up his hips once more. “i’ll let my little baby cum, give him that nice feelin’ in his tummy. that what you want?”

elvis could only nod weakly. then, it hit him that austin knew exactly how to press his buttons– and that’s exactly what he was doing. the baby-talk, the teasing, the praise– he was toying with elvis, making him come closer to the edge of his orgasm and ripping it away like an owner playing with his cat. he was evil. absolutely evil.

“p-please, austin– d-daddy,” elvis stammered, his hand coming up to his chest and scratching at the tanned flesh almost desperately. “n-n-need t’cum, n-n-need– i need it, please lemme have it, i’ve b-be-en so good,”

“i know, i know you have.” austin said breathlessly, his cock spasming within elvis. “i jus’ want you to hold on a lil longer baby, j-jus’ a lil more for daddy. we’re gon’ cum together, okay? jus’ wait for daddy–”

“i can’t, i can’t wait–” elvis cries, his voice climbing higher in pitch as his body decides he can’t handle the sensations assaulting him anymore. the feeling of austin’s cock stabbing into his prostate, his limber hands squeezing his sensitive cock, the way his skin is so so warm against his– it’s all too much.

little elvis jerks in austin’s palm, his cockhead squirting out thick, milky ropes of spend against both of their chests and stomachs thickly. he’s never cum so much– it didn’t seem to want to stop shooting out of him.

more spend was urged from him with each demanding thrust against his prostate and pull of austin’s hand, prolonging his sinful high for more than he could handle. when he started coming down, he was immediately overwhelmed by it all.

“oh– w-w-wai-”

“almost there,” austin grit out, and the way his eyes were scrunched shut, body wound tight seemed to prove it. “gonna cum, babydoll, gonna fill you up nice and good–”

“a-a-a-austin–!”

then, a hot, wet warmth, like nothing he’s ever felt, filled him to what felt like the brim. a hot little streak of it even dribbled out of him, and pooled onto the bed sheets below.

austin’s twitching cock was still stimulating him within, making elvis whine and sob as his cock gave another little twitch, cum bubbling out of his slit in weak little spurts. austin was too caught up in his own haze of pleasure to notice elvis’ second orgasm– opting to press his plush, bitten lips against elvis’ in a fit of desperation. the older man had to tap for mercy when austin started doing quick little aborted thrusts– fucking him like he was a bunny– making his whole body feel like it was on fire.

“e-enough–enough–!” he gasped, his mouth agape as he pulled away from the kiss, begging for austin to still his hips. “c-can’t take n’more, c-can’t–”

the blonde halted immediately, his breath heavy and labored as he stared down at elvis. he was an absolute mess. his hair and face were damp, his cheeks a deep, embarrassed red. his chest and stomach were filthy with his own spend, as well as sweat and precum. it was a sight to behold. if austin really wanted to, he could get his phone and take a million pictures– but he wouldn’t embarrass him like that.

“you okay?” he questioned breathlessly, eyes lidded and pupils blown as he stared down at the disheveled, sweaty man beneath him. “you hurtin’? sore? did i bite you too hard?”

elvis shook his head weakly, his voice failing him. he just stretched out his arms, making weak little grabby hands at austin. the blonde laughed, pulling elvis into his arms and rubbing his large hands up and down his back soothingly. “oh, okay baby. let’s get in the tub, yeah? how’s that sound?”

elvis just nodded weakly, his world nothing but a warm, blurry haze in his eyes at the moment. austin hoisted him into his arms with ease, and elvis wrapped his legs around austin’s slim waist on instinct. he laid on his shoulder limply, swaying with the gentle movement of each step austin took. the whole situation felt oddly nostalgic, honestly. elvis, dazed or inebriated, resting on someone’s shoulder or lap as they soothed him like he was a child that had scraped their knee.

ever since he had come to modern times, he had seen every little comment made about him. how he was nothing but a no good man who loved to take advantage of girls by acting like he was a child, making them pity him. except it wasn’t an act. sometimes, elvis just…acted that way. he always heard that people took care of one another in relationships, but whenever he expressed the need to be taken care of, he was labeled as weird. maybe most men wouldn’t baby talk, or refer to themselves as a ‘little one’, or any of that, but so what? that didn’t make him bad, did it?

he was jerked out of his mind as he was placed in warm, bubbly water. the warm, moist air smelled like lavender and cherries. he let out an involuntary purr as he settled into the water, letting himself relax and melt into the warmth. he heard a rustle behind him, and felt a familiar warmth.

“hey baby.”

“hi,” elvis said meekly, shame washing over him as he remembered everything he had done in the bed. maybe people were right to think he was weird. he idly swished his hands in the water to distract himself from the thought.

“how you feel? down there, i mean,” austin clarified, eyes darting down.

“fine,” the older man mumbled, avoiding eye contact with austin out of shame. “just…stings a little.”

it went quiet, save for the steady running of the faucet into the tub. elvis had found a particularly interesting cluster of foam bubbles, shaping them into funny shapes with his hands. austin’s eyes were still trained on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. not after all that.

“elvis,” the low, seductive tones of austin’s voice sliced through the thick silence like a hot knife. “do you remember what happened in bed? like, all of it?”

“mhm.”

“you called me daddy,” he supplied helpfully, making elvis visibly prickle at the reminder. “y’wanna talk about that?”

“no,” elvis hissed, his cheeks flushing darkly in shame. “it was a slip up, that’s it.”

“e, baby, please talk to me.” austin begged, gently grabbing and holding his hand that was fiddling with the suds around them. “i’m not here to judge, baby. i jus’ wanna know what’s going on.”

elvis went quiet, enjoying how his hand kind of felt small in austin’s. he really didn’t have an answer, if he was being honest. it really was a slip up, from somewhere deep in his mind. austin was just talking to him in that tone he uses– like when he’s talking to a younger fan or a dog. “you were taking good care of me.” elvis blurted out before he could stop himself. “i-i…really liked that.”

austin’s kind gaze didn’t falter. he held onto elvis’ hand tighter, grazing over his knuckles with the pad of his thumb rhythmically. “well then, i guess i shouldn’t stop, huh?” he smiles, bringing a wet hand to elvis’ matted locks. “turn around baby. let’s give your hair a good wash.”

“aus, you don’t gotta–” he protested, but his words died on his tongue as austin’s nimble fingers began massaging at his scalp gently, wetting it thoroughly. then, he drizzled some honey-scented shampoo onto his head. it smelled like him.

austin began scratching at his scalp all over, humming a little tune to himself as he watched the shampoo turn into foamy suds. all the attention was making elvis hot and bothered. he didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he really liked austin’s hands. those nimble, warm, large hands of his always made him feel some type of way. feeling them roam his sensitive scalp, massaging him…

“you okay?” the blonde asked, head tilted in curiosity as he slowed his movements. “you’re squirmin’ a lot. you sure i didn’t hurt you?”

“i’m sure,” elvis mumbles, face flushed as he presses his thighs together. “jus’....got excited again.” he admits, embarrassed. “sorry.”

“oh,” austin hums. “want me to…”

“no way,” the older man huffs. “i’m so goddamn tired, another orgasm would probably kill me.”

austin chuckles in that low, delightful way of his, continuing his gentle massage and lathering of elvis’ scalp. “okay. just relax then.”

he allows himself to lean back onto austin, closing his eyes and humming lowly to himself. the warmth of the blonde’s bare chest against his back was so comforting to him. he noticed that they were almost in sync whenever they took a breath, the rise and fall almost lulling him to sleep.

“c’mon, wake up sleepy head.” austin teased, nudging him with his bare shoulder. “gotta dry you off before we climb into bed.”

“wha?” elvis hums, his eyes lidded and droopy as he groggily sits up, blinking rapidly. “oh, yeah. ‘mkay,”

elvis stood, rubbing his eyes with wet hands and yawning loudly, humming in his chest as austin began drying him off with a warm towel. he focussed on his thick, wet hair, mussing it about and patting it dry as he smiled at elvis softly.

that warm, fuzzy feeling was engulfing him again. he felt so small in this moment, sitting naked and damp on a counter and letting another person dress him, and dote on him. it was a strangely nice sensation. he complied with austin as the blonde lifted his arms to better dry him off and slide his arms into a fuzzy, warm robe, adding onto that haziness he felt.

as austin tied up the front, the soft fabric rubbed against his soft cock gently and made him squirm around bashfully as austin cooed to him.

“hey now, what’s all this squirmin’ about?”

“th’ robe.” elvis mumbles, gently taking austin’s outstretched hand and leaning onto him as they walk towards the bed. “it’s…rubbin’ on me.”

“does it feel nice?”

“mhm.” elvis admits, blushing softly. “feels nice. but ‘m tired, papa.”

austin smiles gently and guides him to lay down, wrapping his arms around his slim waist and pulling him into his chest gently. “yeah? well, if you’re good, daddy will let you cum tomorrow, okay?”

“t-tomorrow?” elvis asked in a bit of a daze, pressing his nose into austin’s chest sleepily. “w-we’re gonna play again t’morrow?” he inquired, his voice high and hopeful as he gazed up at the blonde through his eyelashes.

“of course, baby.” austin smiles, pressing his nose into elvis’ still damp locks, smiling and rubbing his back softly. “that’s what daddy’s do. they take care of their babies. play with them and make them feel all nice and fuzzy. you like when i do that, right?”

“uh huh,” elvis mumbles, his eyes beginning to drift closed. “you’re a good daddy. the best.”

“thank you prince. you get some rest, now. we’re gonna play a lot more tomorrow. want you to he nice and rested for that, okay?” austin purrs, hugging him tightly and kissing his scalp. “love you, pretty prince.”

“mm…daddy..” elvis drawled, his vision fading into a pleasant, warm darkness, his head full of nothing but austin’s deep, warm voice and steady heartbeat. “love you too.”

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Hi! First of all, I love ur blog it’s one of my favourites and I really appreciate your nuanced takes and the research you put in to your answers. :)

I wanted to ask you — I read today that EPE didn’t allow Sofia Coppola to use any of Elvis’ music in her movie. I figured he wouldn’t be depicted very positively in it but I kinda hoped it would be a realistic and human depiction of both of them, not like sort of a condemning ‘he’s the villain of their story’ vibe lol. I guess we still won’t know until it comes out… Anyway it got me feeling like perhaps the depiction will be more negative, but maybe EPE just didn’t consent to his music being used because they weren’t included in the movie. Hard to know. Wanted to ask for your thoughts/take on it.

Also, what do you think Lisa would think about this movie being made?

this just made my day 😭, you are the sweetest <3!! I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to show your appreciation, it truly means the world to me that you get something positive out of my posts

also thank you very much for the ask, I really love to be able to have open discussions on here with fellow Elvis fans, especially regarding all the recent events that are taking place 🤧

as for your question, according to the latest interview with Sofia Coppola and Priscilla Presley, it was “Authentic Brands Group” (who owns 85% of EPE) that denied the request to have Elvis’ music featured in the film. As Sofia tells it, it was because ABG only endorse projects that they have originated as they are protective of their brand ⬇️

(quote from the “Hollywood Reporter”)

so I don’t think Elvis’ music not being in the film is indicative of how he will be portrayed, the decision seems more business based than anything else (hopefully 😭). I’m also wondering if this was a funding issue as this film doesn’t seem to have had the biggest budget (they only had 30 days to shoot) and I would assume the rights to use Elvis’ music would be rather costly 👀

as for how Elvis will be depicted… I think I speak for many other fans when I say when this movie was first announced my heart sank 🤧 the 2022 film accomplished so many amazing things for Elvis and his legacy and I think we all felt like this Priscilla movie would jeopardize that. But this recent interview with Priscilla, along with the film’s official synopsis, has given me more hope that this movie will be more nuanced

Priscilla telling Cailee Spaeny, the actress portraying her, to be sensitive towards Elvis honestly made me breathe a sigh of relief 😩

(quote from the “Hollywood Reporter”)

But I think the reason so many fans are still currently dreading this film and biting their nails over the release of it is because of the reception it has received online… particularly by non-Elvis fans

if you have Instagram or Twitter (especially) you know what I mean 😭

people are literally praising Sofia Coppola (even Priscilla) because they think this film is going to be a hit piece against Elvis and will expose how he “groomed” and “abused” her

I can almost guarantee these people and anyone else who have made similar comments have never even read Priscilla’s book, or have ever read about Elvis besides what they see on social media through things like twitter threads on how he was a “predator” or how he “stole” music from black musicians

their dedication to believing whatever they see written about him just proves their ignorance to me. If they haven’t taken the time to research the claims made about him then I just disregard their opinion🤧 I’ve really struggled with disengaging from people who hate Elvis but I’ve begun to learn that nothing we say as fans will change their opinion of him, and no matter what they say, it cannot change who we know he really was

and whenever I do see these people reference Priscilla’s book I’m like… did we read the same book? did y’all not see how 90-95% percent of that book praised who Elvis was? and do y’all not see how Priscilla still defends his actions to this day and says things like “he was the love of my life”? I’m just confused as to why these people think Priscilla wants Elvis to be “exposed” 😭

and like the majority of people who have written about Elvis, Priscilla’s book has the good, the bad, and the ugly, and I expect the film to be that way as well. However, I hope the good completely outweighs “the bad” and “the ugly” just as much as it did in Priscilla’s book

People always hyper-inflate the “bad” stories (of which there are very few) that are mentioned in Priscilla’s book. For example the story where when they were pillow fighting he accidentally gave her a black eye, which is also referenced now as proof that he “abused” her. But they won’t mention how Elvis profusely apologized and felt incredibly guilty, nor do they mention how Priscilla blamed the pills they were taking for Elvis’ temper in that moment, as opposed to Elvis himself

(excerpt from “Elvis and Me” by Priscilla Presley)

I feel like a lot of anger has been misdirected towards Priscilla lately regarding stories like this but in all honesty you cannot blame her for people taking what she wrote out of context. I’ve seen some fans say that she is only out to make Elvis look bad but she very clearly states he was remorseful for the incident

Like I mentioned above, I think 90-95% of her book puts Elvis in a good light, and shows how truly good his character was

One of my personal favorite stories is the lasagna incident, where Priscilla insisted on cooking for the whole group and in her nerves for proving that she could do such a thing, she forgot to boil the noodles before assembling the dish 💀

and this story is just one out of dozens that show how sensitive Elvis was to Priscilla

(excerpt from “Elvis and Me” by Priscilla Presley)

not to mention the very last paragraph of her book where she has nothing but good things to say about him… yet people who hate Elvis think this film, that is based on her book, will be out to “expose” him 😩?

(excerpt from “Elvis and Me” by Priscilla Presley)

obviously we can only really speculate on what the film will be like but I’m just hoping and praying this film will be a massive disappointment to anyone who is thinking it will affirm their opinions about how Elvis “mistreated” Priscilla… that would heal my soul 😩 like if this film is just a total love letter to Elvis I will be laughing my way out of the theater lmaoo

at this point the only reason I’m not excited about this film is just because I don’t think it was done in a way that would reach it’s full potential. That recent review of it that came out of Reddit was kind of what I expected the film to be (lackluster, lacking depth and Jacob not really capturing Elvis’ essence… Coppola’s reasoning for casting Jacob was that since all the females in the audition room were enamored by him he must have had a similar charisma to Elvis but I just do not get that vibe😭 (no offense to Jacob stans)

as for what Lisa Marie would have thought of this film being made, I’d imagine she would act in a similar way to how Riley is. Supportive but not involved perhaps? This film is really Priscilla’s story. Not Elvis’ story, not Lisa Marie’s story etc. etc. so I don’t expect as many people in the Elvis world to be involved with it as they were with the 2022 film. Like I don’t expect to see Jerry Schilling doing interviews for this movie or girlfriend’s/friends of Elvis to give their review of it

I really really wish Lisa Marie was here, I miss her terribly and I still haven’t fully processed her passing, but I believe that Riley is doing everything her mother would have wanted, and I wish the best for her and her sisters 💗

#thank you 💗#what do y’all think about everything going on recently #Twitter has just been a dumpster fire for Elvis fans lately #everytime I see ‘Priscilla’ trending I get a migraine 😭#also I really hope a 2-3 minute trailer drops for this movie #that teaser gave absolutely nothing #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #priscilla presley #Priscilla movie #sofia coppola #Priscilla 2023 #elvis asks #elvis fans

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

Pairing: Evelyn Harper (OC) x Elvis Presley

Word count: 3,8K

Chapter summary: Evelyn awakens, remembering everything due to her newfound vampirism. And what better way to celebrate than to break the bed with her husband?

Chapter warnings: blood consumption, smut, biting/blood consumption during sex, strong language, alcohol consumption.

A/N: Okay, so I wasn't planning to have any smut in this chapter at all, but my mind took me places and here we are. Originally had something more gore-y in mind, but we'll keep that for the next chapter. My girl's gotta get her revenge ;)

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EVELYN POV

“Mr. and Mrs. Presley, welcome!”

Charlie stood by the stairs that led up into Frank Sinatra’s luxurious looking learjet, engines warmed up and ready to go. My husband’s friend wore a smile from ear to ear as he held out his hand to me, which I gracefully took as I stepped on the first step of the boarding stairs.

I turned around to look at Elvis, who made Charlie laugh as he swatted his hand away when he wanted to help his boss up the steps as well. My face was hurting from smiling all day, and yet I couldn’t get myself to stop.

Today, I’d officially became Elvis’ wife.

Mrs. Presley.

A title I held with much pride and love, because it made me feel complete. I was born to be with this man, I was sure of it.

No paparazzi or fans were around, only our closest friends and the people we trusted. The people who loved us and who we loved right back.

“Have fun, you two. And be careful!” Charlie called out as me and Elvis stepped into the aircraft, waving at everyone. I knew exactly what Charlie meant with “being careful”.

I thought I knew everything about vampires, but after meeting Elvis and learning more about the species from him, I realised I’d known absolutely nothing other than the basics.

To contrary believe, vampires could procreate, with both other vampires and humans. A human and vampire pregnancy was almost never successful as the vampire gene would most likely be the strongest and therefor fatal to the human. I was aware that Elvis wanted children, but he didn’t want to lose me and if that meant staying childless, then so be it.

Then there was the option of me becoming a vampire and although I thought about it many times, we’d never spoken about it in detail.

It would certainly change things, but knowing Elvis, he’d probably feel guilty about taking part of my humanity, even if I did want it.

When the doors of the jet had closed and we were up in the air on our way to Palm Springs and leaving Memphis behind, my husband handed me my flute of second champagne and dropped a strawberry in it.

I laughed, knowing it was no use to protest.

“Makes us look real fancy,” he smirked as he did the same to his own drink and clinked the rim of our glasses together, taking a sip of the bubbly and then kissing my cheek. “You excited for our honeymoon?”

We could’ve gone to Paris, Hawaii, or any other honeymoon destination that was popular, but I decided on Palm Springs. Elvis owned a home there and next to Graceland, it was my little piece of heaven.

It was so peaceful and quiet over there. The houses were mostly taken up by other celebrities and politicians, and the tourists that visited there deemed themselves too sophisticated to fawn over a well known face.

Elvis could walk around there freely and be just another face in the crowd.

I nodded and smiled, kissing his lips. “More than excited. I finally get to have you for myself for a whole week.”

I wish it would’ve been longer, but I also was aware of the kind of man who I’d married. A vampire, yes. But also a superstar, who worked his ass off to keep his fans happy, and who had a passion for music.

I wasn’t going to come between that and besides, I loved his fast paced lifestyle.

“Our first week as husband and wife, doing nothin’ but be lazy asses in bed, go shopping, and enjoy each other,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned in to my neck, placing kisses on my skin as he spoke.

Chills ran down my spine and I didn’t bother to hide my shiver. I could feel him grinning in my neck and then he pulled back, firmly pecking my lips a few times.

“Lazy asses? Well, I forgot to tell you Elvis, but I booked us a few tennis lessons. We gotta stay active, you know?”

His face fell.

He liked sports, but more so the rugged ones, like football and fighting sports. Definitely not tennis.

I let out a hearty laugh at the way he looked at me and shook my head, cupping his face as I kissed him once more. “I’m kidding, darling.”

“I was gon’ say,” he huffed out a breath, rolling his eyes as he grinned. “There’s better ways for us to stay active.”

I knew what he was getting at by the mischievous twinkle in his eye and I raised a teasing eyebrow. “Oh, really? How, hm?”

“I think you know how,” he took my drink from me and put our glasses on the table in front of us, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap.

In a matter of minutes, we were a mess of tangled limbs, kissing each others’ breath away feverishly.

“I love you, my wife,” he whispered as he picked up my left hand and kissed the ring he’d placed on my finger during our ceremony a few hours ago at Graceland. “Always and forever.”

My heart was ready to burst with love and adoration and I grabbed his fingers and turned his hand around, kissing his wedding ring. “I love you too, my husband,” then I grabbed his other hand, kissing his daylight ring. “Every part of you.”

As my eyes shot open, I was met with the view of the painted archangels that decorated Elvis’ bedroom ceiling of the International’s penthouse.

Immediately, I noticed my necklace wasn’t around my neck anymore and when I spotted it on the bedside table, it had a small note written next to it.

DON’T WEAR OR TOUCH. WILL GET IT FIXED SOON.

YOURS, EP

I remembered Elvis giving me that necklace not long after we met, telling me it had once belonged to his mother and that it was an important piece of jewelry for him. It held a lot of memories and he never found another woman worthy of wearing it, until he met me.

I had cherished it, wearing it night and day with both respect to him and his mother who I’d never met but loved for giving me the love of my life.

And then my father had to go and ruin it, lacing it with vervain when he had me compelled to forget that part of my life.

My heart was beating wildly against my ribcage and my head was thumping, feeling ready to explode.

I remembered.

I remembered everything.

Slowly sitting up in the bed, it felt as if I was being weighed down by a ton of bricks. My limbs felt heavy as I shuffled through the dimly light room, toward the source of light which came from the slight ajar door of the bathroom.

The light wasn’t usually this bright, was it?

Because right now it was as if I was staring directly into the sun and I had to switch it off, but before I did I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked like a mess, my make-up smudged and my hair resembling something like a birds nest.

I ran my fingers through it as I looked at my reflection with squinted eyes. The buzz of the light bulb above me was getting louder and louder.

A piano playing from the living room, the melodies sounding rushed and quite literally deafening.

Creaking of wood from God knows what piece of furniture.

The ticking of the clock.

Hushed voices of the Memphis Mafia coming from another room, people laughing, glasses clinking together, slot machines screeching.

I slammed the light switch in the bathroom, hoping that the noises would die with the light, but they stayed.

I knew what was happening and without him by my side, it was overwhelming.

“I’m dead, aren’t I?”

Elvis looked up as quick as lightning as his fingers came to an abrupt halt on the piano keys, getting up from the bench and crossing the living room in three long strides to reach me. He didn’t need to answer me for me to know, but I needed confirmation.

“Elvis..” I urged.

He nodded, cupping my face. “Yes, baby, y-yes.. You’re.. in transition.”

I swallowed as I looked up at him, tears blurring my view. I could still make out the concern on his face and the hurt in his eyes, but before he could beat himself up for what he’d done, I let out a relieved sob and wrapped my arms around his neck, nearly jumping in his arms.

His arms tightened around my waist as he hugged me back, his hand moving up to caress the back of my head.

As if on cue, the overwhelming noises seemed to fade to the background, only if it was just a little bit.

“Do you.. Do you remember?”

“Everything,” I answered immediately, squeezing him with all my might, my heart racing. “I remember everything.”

A sob tore through his throat as he held me even tighter and it made me cry even harder. We stood there crying in each others’ arms for what felt like hours, but I couldn’t get myself to let him go and to stop kissing him, and neither could he.

When I looked into his eyes now, I knew the person who loved me, in and out.

And I could wholeheartedly say…

“I love you,” pressing my lips against his, my hands moved from cupping his face to running through his hair, to squeezing his shoulders. “I love you so, so much.”

And hearing him say it back didn’t make me feel guilty anymore. It brought me peace.

“There’s one more thing for you to do, honey,” he whispered as our tears had dried and we released the dead grip we had on each other. He slid his hand into mine and gently tugged me along to the couch, sitting me down next to him.

My eye fell on the blood bag on the table, an empty whiskey glass next to it.

“Are you ready for this, Eva?”

I looked at him. That wasn’t even a question worth asking – ready or not, I was doing this.

If I didn’t drink that blood in the next 24 hours, I’d be dead and gone forever, and I sure as hell wasn’t ready to lose him all over again. For good, this time.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I grabbed the blood bag and tore it open, pouring half of the contents into the glass. “Bottoms up.”

Handing him the blood bag, he tried to hide his smirk by licking his lips but I knew he was pleased.

He could see how much I wanted this. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gone through with it and he was aware of how headstrong I could be.

“That’s my girl,”

We unceremoniously cheered with the blood bag and glass and I felt my mouth watering at the smell of the crimson liquid in front of my nose.

Never thought I’d experience that, but here we were.

I downed the blood in one go and let magic take its course, taking me into the next chapter of my newfound immortal life.

I’ve studied vampires for nearly half my life. I read about what turned one into a vampire, what made them tick, what made them miserable. I knew all about their weaknesses and strengths.

I thought I knew everything but in reality, I knew nothing.

I had no idea what it actually felt like to be one and now that I was, nobody could’ve prepared me for this.

A craving for blood I couldn’t seem to still? Check.

Unable to keep my vampiric face under control? Check. I’d startled the Memphis Mafia for nearly two days straight when I hadn’t meant to.

Emotions that were all over the place? Definitely. I was crying one second and then I was fine the next, happy to have my husband and my life back.

Elvis told me all of this was normal. I had only been a vampire for a few days and it took a while for me to get myself and emotions in check, but he promised me he’d be there to guide me and I trusted him.

I’ve been through a lot in the past few weeks and my trauma of finding out that my father and people I’d considered friends stole part of my life and memories was heightened at the moment.

It was hell at some moments, but I was determined to be okay and it helped that Elvis’ mere presence could calm me down in a split second.

Now that I remembered my life with him and how much I loved him, I didn’t want to spend one waking second apart from him.

And then there were those heightened senses that I figured could both be a blessing and as a curse.

With the way Elvis was taking advantage of those newly high alert senses of mine right now, I deemed them more so a blessing.

The guys were all out tonight and they already knew the reason why their boss gave them some free time to see a show in one of Vegas’ many other hotels. I couldn’t be more happy about the fact that they were gone or they could’ve heard how much of a pathetic moaning mess I was as my second orgasm of the night washed over me and all Elvis had done was place soft, intoxicating kisses all over my bare body.

His face was buried in between my thighs right now, lapping up all of the nectar I spilled onto his awaiting tongue. At one point, he took his hands off my thighs and leaned his forearms on the mattress of the kingsized bed, keeping his tongue stuck out as he looked up at me.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he kept his head as well as his tongue still, waiting for me to take advantage of the wet muscle that he’d been deliciously torturing me with for the past half hour. I thrusted my hips forward, rolling them around and as I rubbed my clit against his tongue repeatedly, loud moans rolled off my tongue.

My voice sounded almost foreign to myself, my throat dry because I hadn’t been able to keep myself quiet for even a second.

Before I could bring myself to climax again, Elvis pulled away and had changed our position using his enhanced speed. I was now straddling him as he was laying on his back and before another word could be exchanged, I slightly raised my hips and sunk down onto his length.

The feeling of him completely filling me up in this position stole my breath away, my entire body feeling as if it was set on fire. Goosebumps licked ferociously at my skin as the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up straight, a breathless gasp leaving my throat the same time it did Elvis’.

“You feel that, baby?” he smirked as he grabbed mt hips, slowly making me move onto him. “You feel all of me in that sweet little pussy of yours?”

His words could’ve made me cum right then and there, but I forced myself not to. Instead, I let out a strangled moan and grabbed onto his arms, digging my nails into his skin, making him grunt.

I did feel all of him. From the pulsing of the veins in his cock to his tip pressing against my g-spot every time I came down.

Everything was so indescribably intense. I didn’t even feel like I was on this planet anymore.

I nodded, moaning out an exhilarated “yes.” I started moving faster, the sound of our skin meeting with every thrust bouncing off the walls. Our moans mixed together in a beautiful symphony and he was louder than before, which spurred me on even more.

“S-So.. fucking.. g-good,” I groaned out as I placed my hands behind me on his thighs as my knees pushed into the mattress at his waist. His hands moved to my breasts to squeeze them in the palm of his hands as his eyes darkened at the perfect view I gave him of his cock disappearing inside of me every time I came down onto him, leaving white slick behind on his length.

I watched the way Elvis pressed his head into the pillow, arching his back as he breathed harshly through his nose. His grunts and moans lit a fire inside of me and with the amount of energy I had due to my vampirism, I didn’t give him time to catch his breath.

Not that he needed it.

He seemed just as feral as me in the moment.

Looking back at me again through half lidded eyes, he cupped the side of my face and I quickly caught his thumb between my lips. I sucked on the digit and placed my hands on his chest, slowing down my hips to twirl them around teasingly. Swirling my tongue around his thumb, I then bit it.

It drew blood and the vampiric state of my face came out full force.

I had no idea if vampires sharing their blood with vampires was a thing, but he tasted so good that it had a whole new wave of arousal wash over me.

Elvis watched me lick up the drip of blood from the pad of his thumb eagerly and once again, he had us switched positions.

With my head placed by the end of the bed, he was thrusting into me at full enhanced speed. The bed was creaking wildly underneath the force, begging us to stop, but we were in our own blood and sex dazed world.

We didn’t give a damn.

His hand found home around my neck and I eagerly welcomed his heated, sloppy kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, hips snapping forward so hard I was positive had I still been human, I would’ve been bruised and battered after this.

He caught my lower lip in between his teeth, making me let out a mix of a breathless squeal and laugh as he drew blood. Then he sucked, catching enough blood on his tongue to spit back into my own mouth before he kissed me again, painting both our lips red.

I could feel his cock twitch inside of me and it had me clenching my walls around him repeatedly, and so fiercely he released an animalistic growl.

“Mine,” he growled possessively in between sloppy kisses, pressing his forehead against mine. His thrusts were harsh and calculated, as if to emphasize every word that fell from his tongue with a delicious thrust. “All fucking mine.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he loosenes the pressure on my throat and turned my face sideways, sinking his fangs into my neck and bringing me to a whole new level of euphoria.

Only this time, I bit back.

Two hours later, the room looked like it had been wrecked by a couple of drunken tourists. I'd be worried about it if we wouldn't be able to compel the maids not to speak of it once they'd clean it all up.

Compulsion was not something I was looking forward to doing, but it was part of my life now and I was sure that in some situations it could be convenient.

As there was a knock on the door, I pulled the covers up over my body as Elvis gave the person on the other side of the door the okay to enter.

“Jesus Christ,” Lamar immediately covered his eyes with his hand as he opened the door and turned his head.

Lamar hadn’t expected to walk in on us sitting in the bed we’d just broken, hair messy, blood stained lips and Elvis casually taking a drag from his cigarillo as I relaxed next to him with the covers hiding my bare frame.

Elvis knew this was the reaction he’d get from Lamar, hence him allowing him to come into the room. He let out a loud, amused laugh and I grinned, rolling my eyes as I shook my head a little at his antics.

“How was the show?” I asked.

Lamar slowly lowered his hand and looked at me, forcing himself to look me in the eye. “It was great! You two should’ve come with, but I can see y’all were busy.”

Elvis smirked and exhaled some smoke from the corner of his mouth. “Did you do what I asked?”

“Yes, E. We’re all ready whenever you are.”

I frowned as I watched the interaction between the two men. Lamar nodded at Elvis and then flashed me a smile before disappearing.

“What was that about?” I asked, sitting up and turning to face Elvis.

He looked at me and reached his hand to my face, caressing his knuckles across my cheek. He smiled sweetly and leaned in, pecking my lips.

“I got a surprise for ya,”

I squinted my eyes in suspicion at my husband and crossed my arms. He liked surprising me and most of the time it was fun things – jewelry, a spontaneous vacation. And sometimes it were out of pocket things.

My gut was telling me this one was one of the latter.

“Well goddamn, baby, I jus’ got you back and you’re suspicious of me already?” he laughed as he pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around me, firmly kissing my lips.

I couldn’t help but laugh as well, looking up at him as I settled my head on his lap. He killed his smoke in the ash tray on the bedside table, running his fingers through my hair.

“Can you give me a hint?”

“It’s… something that’ll be good for the both of us. Closure, in away.”

If anything, that only made me more suspicious.

I was praying it had nothing to do with my father, nor Ruby and Eli, because I wasn’t ready to face them yet.

I was hurt by their betrayal, ofcourse, but I wanted to be as strong as I could be before seeking answers.

Before seeing them again, and confronting them.

And I wanted to get the hell out of Las Vegas. There was nothing here for me anymore.

I didn’t push Elvis further to spill the “surprise”.

Whatever he had planned, I knew deep down that I’d go along with it.

Because I’d follow Elvis Presley to the ends of the world.

No questions asked.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley reader #elvis smut #elvis presley smut #elvis x oc #elvis presley oc #elvis fanfic #elvis presley fanfic #vampire!elvis #king of hearts #tamwrites

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I saw a post this morning on IG about the toxicity that lingers in the Elvis fandom over there. I have to agree with everything that person has said. I like Elvis IG but also I feel like it’s not the most welcoming place either. I’ve noticed how a lot of the times it seems like a competition about who is the better fan or who’s been a fan the longest. But on top of that it seems like people only really care about their follower count. Basically use being an Elvis fan as a way to build their follower count. Some won’t even talk to you if they’re like a big account. But it’s the constant competition vibes I’ve noticed there. It’s so weird. Like since when did loving Elvis become a competition? Like who cares?

Loving Elvis is an all inclusive thing. There’s no right or wrong way to love him either. You’ve got those people who like to dictate what’s right or wrong about loving Elvis and how you should be loving him. Then people who’ve got issues with new fans. Isn’t him having new fans a good thing? Shouldn’t we be welcoming to everyone who joins this fandom? Just because you’ve been a fan longer than someone else doesn’t mean you’re better. Just means you’ve been a fan longer. Some of us didn’t grow up in a family who loved Elvis or listened to him. Especially if you’re a person of color because generations have been fed this lie that he was racist. But anyway, that’s a conversation for another time.

It’s sad that people aren’t more welcoming. Then those same people are the ones who wanna preach about kindness and spreading love all in the name of Elvis and then don’t practice what they preach. Instead it feels like you literally have to scratch and claw your way into being friends with people there. I get it people have their friend groups already. But damn. I haven’t experienced that myself because I’m an introvert and I only talk to people who talk to me. 😭 But once I do like you’re my bestie, lol. But I’ve talk to people there that have experienced the issues there.

I think that’s why I love the fandom here on tumblr. Yeah, there’s issues sometimes here and there. But not a lot. You’ve got people who are like some on IG who think they’re better. But no one is better than anyone. But I do feel like the fandom on tumblr is more welcoming and no one cares about how many followers they have or how long they’ve been a fan of this and that. We all just get along and obsess over the man we love the most. Which should be the only important thing not what being an Elvis fan and having a big account can get you.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. I saw that post this morning and they said what everyone was probably thinking.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis fandom

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࿓ lovely night. ִ ۫ ּ

pairings : austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : you and elvis are always bickering, pretending to hate each other every opportunity you two get. keyword: pretending.

includes : lil bit of angst (don't worry there's fluff), the reader and elvis being stubborn and at the same time being in love, enemies to lovers.

author's note : watched la la land and i know mia and sebastian are still together after everything haha.... haha.... right guys?.... guys???

“ what are you doing here? ”

elvis smiled, opening his arms.

“ doll! ”

you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“ i'm not a doll. ” elvis hugged you either way, chuckling when you muttered something under your breath.

“ i know. ” he slightly nodded, breaking the hug so he could look at you.

“ what are you doing here? ” you asked again, with curiosity this time, your tone still a bit harsh.

“ well, i have to travel, don't i? with all the... shows i have. ”

you hummed, looking at him up and down, clearly not believing him.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

you and elvis weren't the best of friends, yes, you were acquaintances if you will but you just couldn't stand him. and he couldn't stand you.

the first time you met him, he dismissed you as nothing. you were a reporter, one that achieved many things no male reporter could and the fact that he just autographed your questions and just smiled while patting you in your head before walking off (without letting you say anything) made you angry. very angry.

so the next time you had an interview with him, you asked personal questions.

not that kind of rude questions. but the intimate ones.

elvis frowned every time you asked something, it was clever of you to ask with his fans in the room as they whistled for every question.

and after everyone left but you, him and his staff, you stood up, patted his head and smiled before walking out.

after that, you had to go in a meeting with colonel parker who just told you how unprofessional of you that was and the worst thing is that you knew he was right... but the other part of you, the stubbornness, said oh so you're in his side too.

so, yeah, now you're elvis presley's number one hater.

you lost your job but, honestly, you were at peace at that because you didn't care about the man anymore so what's the point and he can honestly fuck off and you could survive for a few months, at least. but, clearly, elvis didn't think the same.

he wanted to make your life more miserable so he hired you to be his assistant in pr management, saying:

“ well, darling, i feel like a saint today. ”

when you asked him why would he want you in his inner circle of work.

you didn't believe him.

he knew that no one was hiring you. he knew your life was going to shit.

so, swallowing your dignity, you accepted.

elvis: 2, y/n: 1.

which takes us back to the present, where elvis announced he was going to travel with you.

“ i thought you traveled with jerry and the colonel and... those guys. ”

elvis laughed, shaking his head. “ believe me, i rather travel with them than with you but they're full, the colonel is taking some friends that want to see me perform at this party. ”

you thought his explanation was dumb but you could only agree. you didn't want the colonel screaming how worthless you are for not following orders and how you're still eating because of elvis.

“ fine. jump in. ” you opened the car door to the driver seat, seating on it after closing the door, starting the car only after elvis sat next to you, closing his door.

elvis glanced at you, chuckling when he caught your frowning face. “ aw come on! this is going to be fun! ”

it was everything but fun.

elvis just kept talking about everything he could think of.

“ i kinda like your old boss... is she single? ” “ ew, what? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ you look like a child when you're angry, as if you're about to throw a tantrum or something. ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️“ jerry is so funny, and that comes from me! ” “ yeah, sure. ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ the colonel sometimes fucks everything up. ” “ hah, you tell me? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ i bought my dad this weird figure for his birthday, he collects them, i swear i'm not weird. ” “ ew? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ you look like you're about to throw up-. ” “ shut it, presley! ”

when you both arrived, you could feel the sigh of relief leave your body, getting out of the car after parking it next to other cars out there. elvis following behind you.

“ that was fun! ” he said with his hands on his waist, obviously proud of himself for bothering you the whole 3-hour road trip.

god, you could punch him.

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hours later, the colonel instructed you to take elvis back to the hotel before this gets worse. fans just trying to climb the stage while elvis went backstage, musicians trying to wrap up quickly so they don't get caught and get, probably, hurt. you could just nod before running to elvis, who was ready to leave; wearing some black purple suit and tinted lavender sunglasses.

after running for a few minutes with heels that you hated, you and elvis found yourself stranded, a bunch of cars parked in the street without no sign of your car being close.

“ oh, great. ” you muttered, clicking the car key for the car to at least make a sound for it to be easier to find.

“ you can put it in your chin. ” elvis said while looking around.

you stopped walking, looking at him with an annoyed look which he responded with a giggle.

“ what? it works! ”

“ oh, i bet it does. ” you sarcastically said.

“ yeah, your head works like an antena. but i think it gives you cancer so.. ”

you held your laugh, not wanting to give him some sort of satisfaction, shaking your head before you saw a bench close to which you walked to.

“ wait, i need to change my shoes. my feet are killing me. ” you quickly said to elvis, sitting on the bench, talking off your heels.

elvis' eyes lighted up at the sight of the view that was behind the bench, his hand in the tree next to him holding the weight of his body.

“ what a lovely view, huh. ”

you turned around looking at it for a few seconds before shrugging.

“ i've seen better. ” you shortly answered, dusting your heels off before putting them in your bag, taking the comfortable pair of shoes that you kept for emergencies.

“ ha, yeah. ” elvis softly answered, now walking to sit next you in the bench. “ bet you did. ”

you looked at him, annoyed again, before just sighing; your focus on changing your shoes.

“ y'know, this could be a romantic place. ”

you laughed, now your attention once again robbed by whatever dumbassery he was going to say.

“ you sure? ”

“ i'm damn sure. ”

“ please elaborate, you love god. ”

he rolled his eyes annoyed at the sight of your mocking smile before returning to change your shoes.

“ well, for some other girl and guy, this would've been. i mean. ” he stood up, walking to find the sight again.

“ the sun's nearly gone, the lights are turning on... a silver shine that stretches to the sea. ”

you scoffed, still clicking the car key to find the goddamn car.

“ that's tailor made for two. ” he looked at you with an annoyed gaze which you returned. “ what a shame those two are you and me. ”

after changing your shoes, you sat giving him your back, a way of telling him to shut up and find the car but he loved to ignore you.

“ and this. ” he moved his hand to him and you. “ could never be. ”

you frowned.

“ you're not the type for me. ”

“ really? ” you, for some reason, feeling attacked replied.

“ what a waste of lovely night. ” he shrugged, walking away from you.

okay, now you're pissed.

“ you say there's nothing here, well, let's make something clear. ” you walked enough to stand next to him, pointing at his chest with your finger. “ i think i should be the one to make that call. ”

“ yeah? what's your call? ” he, with an unimpressed tone, asked.

“ even though you look so cute, in your polyester suit — ” you shrugged.

“ hey, it's wool. ”

“ — you're right, i would never fall for you at all. ” you walked to the bench again, acting nonchalant, ignoring elvis surprised and offended face who just followed you.

“ and maybe this appeals to one of your... lovesick fans but for me? ha! ” you shook your head, clearly making fun of him. elvis just walked behind you.

“ i'm frankly feeling nothing. ” you said, faking a thinking face looking to the bright sky.

“ is that so? ” he muttered, fixing his hair before standing in the other side of the bench.

“ or... it could be less than nothing? ” you then looked at the ground.

“ good to know. ” he sat next to you, quite close. “ so, you agree? ”

you hummed, gifting him one of your most fake smile, looking right back at him.

“ that's right. ”

you both look at each other with an angry, challenging look.

“ what a waste of lovely night. ” you both said, then looking to the opposite side.

you, ignoring the beat of your heart. elvis, ignoring the genuine smile that threatened to show.

after a moment, you put the car key in your chin as you looked at the mess of cars in front of you.

' beep! '

you and elvis looked at each other.

the both of you stood up, walking away from the bench and now walking to the car.

as you arrived, elvis cleared his throat. you turned around, no annoyed gaze and no mocking smile in sight.

“ thank you for... taking me here. ” elvis frowned, clearly cringing at how dumb that sounded.

you chuckled, not a mocking one or a fake one, shrugging your shoulders.

“ whenever you like. ” you softly answered, elvis eyes lightning up. now the night seemed brighter.

“ you mean that? ” he sounded like a little kid which parent just promised to buy him a toy.

“ yeah. ” you smiled, opening the car door before getting in.

elvis stating at the spot you were in.

well, the night was no longer wasted.

#elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022

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I used to live in LA and I back up your friend saying paparazzi aren’t waiting for people, even in Malibu. I’ve literally never seen paparazzi but I’ve seen famous people. Like, REALLY famous people- who have been famous for decades and even in one instance was in the middle of a HUGE legal scandal. No paparazzi (and the legal scandal one was in 2019 so still very recent therefore regarding the same climate as how this stuff works now).

I don’t want to dislike Kaia (it doesn’t really feel good to dislike people, or at least it isn’t productive) but the more I realized the UK Daily Mail has been covering her or at least her family from birth, the more I realized she really isn’t anything special and just had PR this whole time. So many people still don’t know who or what a Kaia Gerber even is because not everyone loves fashion, we don’t live in a monoculture anymore where everyone is consuming the same content, and she’s hasn’t even done a lot in Hollywood besides being an obvious nepo baby by being so bad at acting and yet…she gets “caught” by the paps getting her damn green drinks and going to the gym? Make it make sense. That’s totally orchestrated. I can’t trust anything out of Kaia Gerber’s mouth once I put that all together. I know a lot of stars do this, but most actually have talent and we all know that she lol…doesn’t exactly have talent!

It’s all also a play from the Kris Jenner bible ( her and Cindy are friends…) by creating publicity and forcing relevance. Nothing is real or organic ( not even her social media…8 or 9 million last time I checked and yet most ppl I know in real life have never heard of her… #ThingsThatMakeYouGoHmmmm). Side note: has anyone ever investigated her social media stats on social blade (blaze?) or does nobody care enough about her to look into it?

When people wonder why Austin and Kaia are hiding…it’s because they can easily hide. Maybe Deux Moi spotting or fans on cell phones sometimes, but again, we’re not in a monoculture so not everyone knows who they are enough to care if they saw them (and I say this as an Austin fan who’s glad he’s getting his flowers; however he only recently made it in a major mainstream way and not everyone saw Elvis/are now learning more about him via MOTA and Dune. All due respect to him but he’s still being cemented into culture in real time and isn’t say, Matt Damon yet…but hey probably one day!). Also regarding both LA and New York, as your friend said, celebrities are around so we largely don’t care and do not take pics when we see them. It’s soooo easy to hide as a celebrity. It’s ridiculous when people act like the paps invade a celebrity’s privacy or that Austin (or anyone else for that matter) must be “hiding” and can’t be living a normal life. HA.

Final thought: even though I said Austin is just getting warmed up, let’s be real and admit he’s more respected than Kaia and likely more liked/known regarding household name recognition. And yet KAIA is papped more than her bf who was nominated for an Oscar?!? And people think that’s just an organic occurrence? 😂😂😂😂😂😂 People need to do some critical thinking and realize what’s happening here!

holy shit i love coming back home from dinner and seeing this beauty in my inbox

you said everything so flawlessly that we have been thinking and saying for a long time, and it's great that you put it in these terms. nothing is ever real or organic about kaia, and kaia with austin together. there are a lot of people her age with talent that i can respect, but she has zero talent and only gets what she does through her parents and by dating austin. it's simple as that. her dating austin was just another PR maneuver to keep her relevant.

#lindsay's anon asks

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butlersbabe · 2 years

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Austin Butler x Reader– Party of Three pt. II

a/n: thank you so much for all the love and support. you all make coming back into writing so very worth it. thank you to @itsyogurljaniya for requesting this! ❤️

tw: none i think just sappy stuff

w/c: 2.8k

part one 🫶

"Welcome our next guest, he's been on many shows before but now he's playing the King of Rock and Roll in new film 'Elvis', everyone lets welcome Austin Butler!" Jimmy Fallon announced, welcoming in the blond from off stage. He comes on with a smile and waves to the cheer fans in the crowd. He thanks Jimmy and takes a seat while the host does the same.

"Thank you so much for coming on the show. You hit a home run with this movie, buddy." He says, smiling at your boyfriend. "We screened it the other night, You're fantastic in this movie." Jimmy continued. The grin on Austin's face unfading, he thanks the other man. You sit in the front row, Ivory was with your mom in the dressing room. You were only about a week postpartum but couldn't miss anything else of Austin's since being pregnant kept you from so much.

Jimmy goes on about the movie asking all kinds of questions about how he prepared and what it was like filming such a lengthy performance. Austin explained that it was a difficult but incredibly rewarding event in his life that basically defined him for 2 years. How he had met you just before filming and the kind of impact that had on your relationship. Going on about the accent that seemed to stick a little longer than expected and he even did a funny little dance that he'd done for the role and decided Jimmy should learn. However, Jimmy didn't quite get the hang of it.

After about 15 minutes of talking about Elvis and how the role was going to launch his career into full throttle, Jimmy asked Austin about your little one.

"So, Austin, you have a new baby at home, congratulations!" The brunette said and your boyfriend's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "I do, thank you. She's the most perfect thing in my life and I couldn't have asked for a better person to raise her with than, my beautiful girlfriend, y/n." He nods to you and you blow a kiss to him. "I could gush about my girls all day long."

"You two announced it pretty late into the pregnancy. My wife and I kept our children out of public eye for a long time and it's very difficult so I commend you for that as well." Jimmy said, agreeing that privacy is sacred at all points in life. "Yeah, we didn't want to expose her to such a harsh world before she was even born or had toenails so keeping her our little secret meant the world to us but getting to tell our family and friends, fans too, about her was just the most rewarding feeling."

"So, as a father, myself, I know this isn't the easiest thing on earth but it seems you've already adjusted to it so well." Jimmy holds up a picture of Austin and Ivory, both sleeping, the little girl on his bare chest. "Well, I'd like to think so. Ivy, you know, she's just the most fragile thing I've ever known and she just is the best baby. She sleeps at night, she eats well. I was very blessed to have a child like her for my first. But," The boy motions to you in the audience, "y/n, my lovely girl, she's a natural. She is so so wonderful with her. Y/n has made this new experience such an incredibly amazing thing for me."

"Your girlfriend, yes. She's a very proud and passionate mother, I've seen." Jimmy holds up another picture of you, Olivia, and Ivy at the hospital.

You hold back tears as Austin talks of you. Only have been together a mere 18 months, he's already been the most fantastic person to spend life with. "Those girls are the loves of my life." That sends you over the edge, tears freely falling. You were so proud of this soul and that you were so fortunate to have him in your life.

"Well, I have a few things for little Ivory once she gets older," Jimmy proceeds to take a small wicker basket from behind his desk and sits it on his desk. "A few things from my family to yours!" It's full of Elvis themed baby item, an Elvis teddy bear, bottles with the Elvis logo rhinestoned onto it, a onesie that read, "my little good luck charm", and your personal favorite that Austin's hand went to first, a tiny white jumpsuit with a little pair of his signature glasses. "Oh my god," Austin laughs lowly, holding the little suit out towards you and you nod, signaling you loved it. "Thank you so much." He couldn't stop smiling.

The interview ends with Jimmy telling everyone that Elvis was in theaters and they should go watch it as soon as possible, wishing the crowd and fans at home a goodnight. So once commercial break was in effect, you walk up to Jimmy and Austin, hugging the host and thanking him for the many wonderful gifts. "Do you guys mind if I go backstage and meet her?" Jimmy asks, beaming with happiness. You and Austin, of course, let him go see Ivy.

Back in the dressing room, your mother is giving Ivy a bottle, well, finishes doing so, perfect timing. You tell Jimmy to not be a stranger and to accept your baby from your mom. You listen to Jimmy and Austin talk about the baby while you gather up your make up and hair products. You thank your mom and bid her farewell until the next time you ask her to babysit or she came to see you all again.

"It was so nice to meet you and Ivory, y/n. Austin, it's always a pleasure and I hope to have you all back soon. Get home safe, and let me know if you need anything." Jimmy says, "Goodnight, you guys." And he closes the door behind him.

You buckle Ivory in her car seat while Austin sits next to the carrier.

"I'm so proud of you." He speaks softly as Ivy dozed off, looking at her then you. You slightly chuckle and finish with the last buckle. "Proud of me? I'm so proud of you, you did so well up there. Everyone loved you-"

"I'm proud of you being an amazing mom. You are like a superwoman. And I couldn't have anyone better to help me. This is a tough job yet you're so good at it. I'm so incredibly proud of you, mama." He cuts you off, letting you know being a mom is a billion time harder than being just some actor who just now got his big break after 10+ years in the spotlight. But sure, the job is a bit strenuous at times but your boyfriend was a freaking celebrity. He couldn't have it any easier than you.

"Thank you, baby." You swallow back tears. You felt like you cried at everything after Ivy was born. The doctor did inform you it'd take a week or so for hormone levels to go back to normal. He chuckled at your pretty, emotional, little self and stood to give you a kiss before he flips Ivy's blanket over her car seat, and picking her up. You and Austin have yet to post a picture of her face, you wanted to keep her out of paparazzi's way as long as you guys possibly could.

Going back to the car, you both keep an eye out for cameramen but thankfully get to the black suburban undocumented. The drive home was silent, hoping your baby would stay in her deep slumber but you two traded loving looks the whole way home. Proud you were of the family you've made.

The next morning, you woke up to your alarm sat for 8am. You needed a head start on today, Baz had set a small dinner at a beautiful restaurant just down for the whole cast. Getting up, you checked the baby monitor screen and see Ivy still peacefully resting in her crib even though most nights she sleeps in a pack and play in your room. Austin doing the same. You tap him, he groans, his groggy morning asking what time it was when you know he's been up earlier than this. "It's 8." You say, giving his cheek a kiss. "Will you watch the monitor while I go shower?" He lazily nods but sits up, grabbing the screen to be closer to him.

You go and shower, brushing your teeth and hair afterwards. Once clean, you changed back into your usual look, the oversized shirt and undies. Meanwhile, Austin had fell back asleep you come to find. You go to your daughter's room, seeing that she's awake and ready for the day. You pick her up and pull your shirt up and keep it in your teeth, exposing a single breast for Ivory to eat from, the baby immediately latches on. So now you're off to go on with your morning with tiny human connected to you.

You make your way to the kitchen and pull out a glass that was probably for whiskey and filled it with orange juice. You wanted to have Austin up and ready by 2pm if at all possible. Walking back up to the bedroom you shared, you tap him, hopefully getting him to wake up. He groans and opens his baby blue eyes to find yours. "Hey, lovey, you need to get up and get showered. I'm working on breakfast right now. Baz wants us there by 3, c'mon."

He gets up but not without complaining about how the room was too bright and that is was too early. You had a lot to do before going to the luncheon. So did Austin.

Ivy falls back to sleep after eating and you place her in a pop up crib in the living room just feet away from the open kitchen. You cook eggs and bacon and make a couple pieces of french toast of Austin, you ate only a few pieces of bacon and gave your boyfriend the rest of everything once her came down from his shower.

"So, Baz told me the dinner would have nearly everyone from the film there. Are we bringing Ivy?"

"Of course. We have to." He chirped, food in mouth muffling his words.

"I'm just worried she may not do okay there."

"She's gonna do fine. She's the best baby ever."

You roll your eyes at his insistence and take his empty plate, sitting it in the sink to clean later. "Whatever but if she starts freaking out, Daddy's gonna have to calm her down." And that's how it usually worked, Ivy adored both of you but for some reason, Austin was her peace keeper.

Later on, you both were dressed in black with gold accents, the party's theme being Old Hollywood. You were adding final touches to your hair and outfit while Austin dressed Ivory in her little black dress and a white head wrap with gold garnishing.

"Make sure she's burped, babe." You tell your boyfriend. You'd fed the baby only about 15 minutes ago but wanted to make sure she was all good before the event. "Okay, Mommy says I didn't burp your right the first time so here we go again." He says picking your daughter up, shriveled up in the newborn scrunch, before placing a burp rag on his shoulder and starting the same task he was positive he did right the first time. "Whatever you say." You taunt him back.

"Okay," You say unplugging things and straightening your dress. "We have to go. Let's get her into her seat and we have to leave like 5 minutes ago."

Needless to say, you were not there by three. Which was completely fine. Olivia, Tom, and Dacre had met you both in the parking lot and immediately start to take over the baby. You didn't mind, you trusted all these people more than anything. The group heads inside with Ivory, Dacre even grabbed the bag for you, while Olivia took the baby and Tom had the carrier.

You and Austin were walking in slowly but surely. Once to the doors, you heard a familiar melody begin. It sounded live. Stopping the both of you, Austin's hand finds yours and he looks at you. The smile he offered you is one you'll never forget. It was different than all the rest. Maybe you two should talk about getting married one day.

The doors open by themselves, it seems, but you walk in to see a couple of people from the movie holding them open. Everyone is staring at You and Austin as he walks you down the path to the middle of the building where an opening fro a dance floor is. There was smoke covering the are. Kacey starts singing and playing the piano as you stop in the center of the floor.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

Austin leads your arms to wrap around his neck and he places his on your waist, swaying with the music. Was this actually happening? Your breathing hitches, any air in your lungs had disappeared.

But I can't help falling in love with you, Austin mouthed to you.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

For I can't help falling in love with you.

Everyone was watching the two of you slow dance. Priscilla held her hands clasped, resting her chin on them, Olivia was already crying, she held the baby you and Austin made from nothing but love, Kodi had the biggest grin across his face, Alton and Natasha gave you thumbs up. You even noticed your parents and Austin's dad sitting together. This felt like a movie, itself. Kacey's soothing voice filled the building with such a gentle and romantic aura. Your heart could've bursted at any moment.

Like a river flows

surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Somethings are meant to be.

One of Austin's hands go to cup your face, you didn't even realize the tears pouring out of your eyes until his thumb wiped away a tear. His eyes were welling up too, you noticed. You were so in love with this man. So proud of this success and so excited for everything that his future held.

You and your boyfriend danced to the beautiful voice of your dear friend for what felt like a forever you could absolutely stand. Although you were shaking like a leaf, you certainly were sure this was everything you wanted.

Austin gave you kisses on your forehead, hand and cheek, then leaned in to whisper to you, something only you would get to hear as it happen. "I love you so much. I'm so blessed to have you and Ivy in my life. I can't wait to spend forever with you."

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Austin backed away from the dance you shared and got down on one knee. Your heart was going to beat out go your chest, you sniffled and laughed in disbelief. How was this actually happening?

For I can't help falling in love with you.

The music stop and everything is silent, the blond speaks to you in his low, loving voice, not minding if everyone could hear, as long as you could hear him professing his unwavering love for your mind, body and soul.

"Y/n, since the day I've met you, you've been such a bright light in my life. You've given me your unconditional love, support, and trust since day one. And now we have a beautiful daughter who I get to watch grow and become just like the woman I fell in love with. I don't know what I'd do without you by my side for now, tomorrow, and the rest of my time. You've truly made me happier than I could've ever imagine." He pulls out a ring and your gasp any of the air your could possibly take in. "Will you marry me?"

This was it. This was the moment of all of your moments.

You smile, the rest of your tears flowing over your cheeks, nodding your head as if your life depended on it. "Yes." You stick out your hand and he places the most beautiful ring you've ever seen onto your finger right next to the one he gave you the night you gave birth to Ivory. He stands and kisses you as the whole room erupts with applause and whistles. A more upbeat version of Can't Help Falling in Love begins to play as you wrap your arms around his neck, him picking you up and spinning you around. People start to fill the floor and look at the ring. You and Austin thanked everyone who came up to congratulate you.

The night went on, people coming to congratulate you, asking to meet the baby, and just making small talk. You two dance more, Austin has a couple of drinks, and you spent time with good friends. You couldn't wait for the life time of moments with Austin.

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ofcoming4th · 5 months

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I'm doing this far too much lately. Saying goodbye to a friend I never met.

The man in the striped shirt is Shane MacGowan, first lead singer and songwriter for The Pogues - the first Irish punk band anyone had heard of widely in the USA.

He died today, November 30,at the age of 65. With Shane if you didn't know him the first things you might think is, " Oh he passed pretty young" . If you did it was, "Wow he made it that long?"

Shane was a towering talent, a junkie, a poet and often a complete bastard. His own band had to put him out because of his drug problem and general arsehole behavior - supposedly he said, "What took ya so long?"

In the early 80's there were rumbles in the music magazines about a band who went by Pogue Mahone ( which my mom used to yell at people who cut her off in traffic). They had to change it to just The Pogues because too many people knew the same phrase and they could not get any television spots or be on MTV.

Elvis Costello was a fan and helped produce their first widely played USA album "Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash" in 1985. I was in my punk/proto New Wave phase at the time and was able to get someone to drive me to the nearest large city in order to buy the LP in a ratty little store next to a CBGB wanna be bar. I'll admit that the title was the big selling point for my immature self and I had no idea what to expect (as Mr. Joel said, you can't get the sound from the pages of a magazine, even if that magazine was CREAM).

The 5th track was "A Pair of Brown Eyes" and Shane's plaintive not quite on key voice caught me as he mourned the cost of death and hate while staying intensely human. On Side 2 was "Dirty Old Town" by Ewan MacColl. For an Irish American kid from a dying mill town who didn't even have a word for her sexuality the lyrics and Shane's voice put words to my experience even an ocean away from the trauma and violence of Ireland in the 80's. "Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall... " that was me, a bumbling scared girl in a tiny canal and mill town hiding to kiss a girl because it just made more sense even if I knew it would make life even harder.

And that album has never left my possession, changing formats but bringing me back to who I once was when I owned that first LP. Nostalgia is sweet when you know you will never have to be that self in that situation ever again. But good music is good music.

I kept up with Shane through the wild swings of his career and life . Though I don't think his post Pogues music was ever up to the level of those albums - "Red Roses for Me" to "Hell's Ditch" set the standard and pointed the way for bands like Dropkick Murphy's and Flogging Molly with the blending of Irish traditional influence and modern storytelling.

And he made it to 65,changing music, writing the song "Fairytale of New York" ( will somebody explain to me why this is considered a Christmas song staple? Has anyone besides me actually listened to the real lyrics which require cutting on broadcast radio? Just because Christmas is mentioned several times doesn't make this a happy Christmas song!)

I'll stop clutching my pearls and get back on track.

I needed to write this to just get my feelings out . Shane and the other members of the Pogues were the soundtrack to a vital part of my life where I found love, lost it, and found that love had never really gone , I just needed to get my self in good enough shape to accept it.

Thank you Shane, you magnificent, miserable , romantic, drunken junkie of a poet and music maker. Your voice is always in my memories of a muggy summer evening by an abandoned paper mill in Nowhere , New York.

If you haven't heard anything by Shane besides "Fairytale" go now and give a listen to " Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash" and its follow up "If I Should Fall From Grace with God".. You will see that even punk Irish bands during the IRA's height - with all the anger, sorrow and joy that life means, can make you want to get up and dance.

#shane macgowan #time passes whether we want it to or not #the pogues #pogue mahone is slang for kiss my ass #just in case you didnt bother to look it up

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Måneskin: ‘People are going to talk s**t about you. It’s part of the game’

From X Factor to Eurovision to interstellar fame, the Italian rockers have turned not being cool into a superpower (posted on 21.01.2023)

Down a video link from Rome, Gen Z’s favourite rock band, Måneskin, are making enthusiastic thumbs-up gestures. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” says guitarist Thomas Raggi, in his rich and rococo Italian accent. “We’re gonna vote for Ireland,” agrees frontman Damiano David. “Go for it.”

The Irish Times has just canvassed Måneskin’s opinion about Public Image Limited singer John Lydon’s ambition to represent Ireland at Eurovision 2023. The former Johnny Rotten wants to boldly go where no punk iconoclast has previously ventured by following in the footsteps of Dana, Johnny Logan and Dustin the Turkey.

Johnny Rotten singing for Ireland is, in theory, an absurd proposition. But so is the idea of an Italian rock band in sex-dungeon dungarees conquering Eurovision with lyrics such as “you better hold on to your balls”. Which is exactly what Måneskin achieved in Rotterdam in 2021 with the zinging Zitti e Buoni (“Shut Up and Behave”).

Indeed it is arguable Lydon might not have even considered Eurovision were it not for Måneskin. Squeezed into unforgiving leather trousers, tattoos on proud display, they gatecrashed Rotterdam with red eyes and flared nostrils. In doing so, they refashioned Europe’s pre-eminent cheesefest in their own image. Eurovision has been a lot of things in the past 20 years. It took Måneskin to make it cool.

Since then they haven’t looked back. Måneskin have won Best Rock Act at the MTV Europe Music Awards, supported The Rolling Stones in Las Vegas and covered Elvis’s I Can Dream for Baz Luhrmann’s hit Presley biopic.

Now, they are about to open the most exciting chapter of their career to date with the release on January 19th of their fantastic third album, Rush! It captures the group at their most riotous – so much so that it comes as a shock to learn it was produced by Taylor Swift/Britney Spears collaborator Max Martin. At moments they sound like Queen trapped in a Fellini movie. Elsewhere, they’re straight-ahead punk. At one point they appear to be channelling Rage Against The Machine – hardly a surprise since RATM guitarist Tom Morello guests on new single Gossip.

“We’re trying to play with our own rules. And not the rules that in the past five to 10 years have dominated the music industry,” says David (24), earrings glinting in the harsh studio light.

Måneskin don’t claim to be reinventing the wheel. Still, they are well aware of how much they stand out in a musical landscape dominated by pop.

“We go on TV shows and play rock music. Which is uncommon. We do analogue music, which is uncommon. We are a four-piece band,” says David, radiating lounge-lizard charisma. “There are a lot of things in how we create or project and how we show ourselves… I wouldn’t say it’s unique. It isn’t anything that hasn’t been done before. But it’s unique in today’s environment.”

Måneskin have come along at the perfect moment. Mainstream rock, comatose for a least a decade, is crying out for a recharge. Now the status quo has been upended by a group who make headbanging riffs and cock-a-hoop bass solos seem as fresh and daring as Harry Styles in a dress.

“A lot of people love us because we are showing them something that feels new,” says David. “For a lot of kids, rock music is new.”

It isn’t just the kids. Iggy Pop cameos on Måneskin’s 2021 single, I Wanna Be Your Slave. At Coachella last year, Jared Leto sought them out for a selfie. Chris Martin insisted David have lunch with him on that same trip. People don’t simply like Måneskin – they adore them.

“We get messages where people say, ‘my five-year-old is now obsessed with Rage Against The Machine because he listened to your song,’” says David. “Basically if you want to make it simple: we sound new for many different reasons – even though we are not new.”

Not all new fans are as welcome. After the Eurovision, French president Emmanuel Macron suggested Måneskin be disqualified because of the “fake cocaine” controversy [see below]. One of those rallying to their defence was right-wing politician Giorgia Meloni. She was subsequently appointed prime minister of Italy. The musicians weren’t aware of her intervention on their behalf before The Irish Times brings it up, and would rather Meloni keep her opinions to herself.

“I don’t want support from them,” says Raggi.

Måneskin’s music isn’t explicitly political. But they know where they stand. And it isn’t with Meloni’s populist Brothers of Italy party. Following her election, David took to Instagram to lament Italy’s drift to the right. “Today is a sad day for my country,” he wrote, linking to a story in newspaper La Repubblica.

“I would do it again. One hundred per cent,” he says, shrugging. “I don’t even know what to say. It’s hard not to say something offending [about Meloni and her supporters]. It’s clear that we’re making the same mistakes that we made in the past. Maybe we didn’t study the story well enough. Our generation is not going to make the same mistakes, hopefully. Italy has a very good taste for old-fashioned things. It doesn’t surprise me,” he continues, referring to Italy’s history of supporting right-wing politicians.

The band formed in Rome in 2016. David, Raggi and bassist Victoria De Angelis [who is under the weather and sitting out the interview] knew each other from high school. They met Ethan Torchio, from the suburb of Frosinone, after advertising for a drummer on Facebook.

De Angelis came up with their name. “Måneskin” is Danish for moonlight. The bassist suggested it, in part as tribute to her Danish mother who died when her daughter was 15. From there they had a rapid ascent. A stint busking in central Rome was followed by a tilt at X Factor Italy, where they blitzed their way to the final with molten versions of Somebody Told Me by The Killers and Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand. Then came Eurovision and the global stage.

Måneskin are great fun. But the energy rippling through their music is interwoven with a fascination with the dark side of human nature. Gossip, for instance, interrogates the American dream and finds it wanting. “Welcome to the city of lies/ Where everything’s got a price,” they sing. They also take on Christianity. The Eurovision winner Zitti e Buoni contains the marvellously baroque lyric, “I wrote above a tombstone: ‘In my house there is no God.’”

“None of us is very Catholic. We don’t have that much influence. We have the opposite influence,” says David. “We feel the weight of the church on society, on our country. We see how late we are on many, many things because of the influence of the church. We have this hateful relationship.”

He pauses, at pains not to be misinterpreted. “I would like to make it clear that [Måneskin’s problems] are with the institution of the church. Nothing against religion. It’s a beautiful thing. The institution of the church and the money-laundering and all that… I’ll shut up.”

Eurovision was a baptism for Måneskin. However, their coming-out party threatened to turn sour amid an ersatz scandal over David supposedly taking cocaine. A photograph of the singer leaning over the table in the green room was seized on as evidence of illicit drug use.

The image was beamed around the world. There were calls – from Macron and others – for the group to be stripped of their title. Which is what prompted Meloni’s unwelcome intervention. David passed a drugs test and was cleared of any inappropriate behaviour. By then, though, Måneskin were all over the front pages and the talk of the internet. Did they fear they had blown it?

“We were laughing,” says David. “But we were pissed off. We were not worried about anything. The thing that disturbed me was that we had done something meaningful and great. We were a four-piece rock band from 20 to 22 years old who were breaking the hugest TV show in Europe. This was being overshadowed by some assholes who were not good at accepting the loss. I was pissed off that they had the power to do it. And that people were letting them do it.”

They made peace with the controversy by accepting that it was merely a downside of success. Once you achieve a certain level of celebrity, people will come after you.

“We know that being famous and winning and having a good career leads to criticism,” says David. “People are going to wait for you to make some mistake and talk s**t about you. It’s part of the game. You have to be stronger than it. If you are able to make irony about it and laugh about it… It’s kind of a superpower.”

There have been other controversies. Their performance of Supermodel from the 2022 MTV VMA Awards was heavily edited to conceal De Angelis’s exposed breast (though the cameras still caught David’s bare-bummed chap trousers).

“They have weird censorship rules,” says David of MTV and American broadcasting in general. “You can show guns and people dancing on huge dicks on stage. You cannot show a female nipple. I think it was worse for them than for us. We did our performance. They showed how it doesn’t make sense – their politics.”

Rush! copperfastens Måneskin’s status as the most exciting force in mainstream rock. It confirms, too, that they are magpies, with David drawing on everyone from Freddie Mercury to Kurt Cobain. And from Bono. U2 are adored in Italy and David says that their influence has seeped into his band.

“U2 have been so big it’s impossible not to be influenced. Indirectly, you’re influenced. The idea of the big frontman and blah blah blah. I think that indirectly it has been very strong. Also, putting the political into the music… they really changed that. Made it more common.”

The comparison goes beyond music. U2 were never much bothered about being cool. They never went out of fashion because they weren’t particularly fashionable to begin with. The same is true of Måneskin. From X Factor to Eurovision to interstellar fame, they have turned not being cool into a superpower, as David acknowledges.

“It’s a bit insecure to have this mindset [of wanting to be credible]. The idea that if you go to a pop environment, you’re not rock any more. It’s insecurity. Fortunately we were confident enough of our music and our identity to not think a stage or a TV show could change us. In fact, it didn’t happen. We brought ourselves everywhere we went. It was always the right thing to do. It is the only advice we could give to anybody. Bring yourself to the table. Don’t try to conform.”

Writer: Ed Power for The Irish Times

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