𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭/ 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬

Say Yes to Heaven - Elvis Impersonator! Austin Butler (Part One)

requested: N/A

A/N from tumblr: so I got an idea the other day and decided I needed to write it immediately. special thanks to Ally, @/elvisabutler (on tumblr) for confirming that this idea needed to be posted for the world to see. thanks everyone for responding to my poll btw! it was to see how many people would likely read this. this is the first part, so nothing too exciting happens quite yet, but I hope you all enjoy (: (I wrote this in like, 2 hours but wanted to post it asap so if it's dull I'm so sorry lol)

pairing: Austin Butler/ Austin Butler!Elvis x Reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, kissing. nothing else, really.

word count: 2049

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"I got the tickets!"

You lay the book you were reading down in your lap, raising an eyebrow at your roommate and best friend, Y/BF/N, "Tickets for what?"

You're curled up in a chair in the sunroom, reading one of your favorite books. You're off work this weekend and didn't have much else to do. Y/BF/N had gone out to run errands for the day. You wonder when they had time to get tickets for whatever or wherever.

"The Elvis Impersonator Convention, silly!" Y/BF/N says, plopping down in the chair beside you and shoving one ticket in your face.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" you ask boredly, eyes nearly crossing at the proximity of the slip of paper to your face.

Y/BF/N rolls their eyes, "You're going too."

"I probably have to work, plus, I don't really dig impersonators that much," you make a face as you pick up your book to resume reading.

"Trust me, I made sure you don't have to work that day. And you never know, you might like it! There are some hot ones," Y/BF/N giggles.

You peer over the top of your book at them, narrowing your eyes as you ponder it. It'd get you out of the house for once. If it was a Saturday, none of your shows came on TV that day, so nothing else would occupy you. With a sigh, you close your book and look over at Y/BF/N.

"Fine. When is it?"

"Tomorrow!"

"You're kidding. Tomorrow? How on earth did you manage to get tickets so last minute? Especially at a big convention?" you ask, appalled.

"I'm a big Elvis fan, remember? I have my ways," Y/BF/N grins.

You're a big Elvis fan, too. It's just the impersonators aren't really your thing. And big events aren't really your thing, either. So tomorrow is going to be interesting for you.

"Yeah, you and your 'connections,'" you roll your eyes, motioning quotation marks as you speak.

"Exactly. Now, let's pick out an outfit. It's gonna be comfortable temperature-wise tomorrow, so keep that in mind," Y/BF/N says, getting up from the chair.

"Alright," you shrug, getting up and sitting your book down in your chair.

You follow your roommate down the hall to your bedrooms. If you're honest, you don't know what to wear. You want to look nice but also be comfortable. You wander over to your closet and flick through your clothes, spotting a dress you've yet to wear. It was a secondhand dress you got from a vintage thrift store, and it looks like it's from the 60s or 70s, perhaps. It's a soft pastel color with white details. The above knee-length dress is the only decent thing to wear, plus it's kind of on theme. You find some white Keds to wear with the dress, quickly deciding that heels or uncomfortable shoes are a no-go.