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This was absolutely beautiful

All Over Again

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: It wasn’t Austin’s talent or looks that reminded Priscilla of her husband the most. It was his undeniable adoration for the woman he loved. 

Warnings: Painful reminiscing?

 A/N: This request smacked me in the face, and all of a sudden it was fully written! Love it when that happens. Also, I’m aware Priscilla never actually visited the set of “Elvis” (from what I gathered through interviews and such), so you’ll have to use a bit of imagination with this one. Hope you like it!

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Priscilla was used to seeing her husband wherever she went. 

Not just in her daughter, or the grandchildren Lisa Marie gave her. There were so many other reminders. It seemed as if the whole world was as desperate as she was to fill the Elvis-sized whole in their hearts. She heard his voice over every loudspeaker, saw his eyes in every magazine, and felt his presence anywhere that reminded her of the things that brought him joy. 

It was lonely sometimes, being the only one who understood him in that way. Even lonelier once he left this Earth for good. But Priscilla was used to it by now, and even found solace in seeing parts of the heart she left behind still reflected in the world around her. 

So no, it didn’t surprise her to see Elvis in the eyes of another. 

However, she wasn’t so accustomed to seeing herself. 

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forever | abutler

note i am in love with this fic. im so sorry its so long i couldnt stop. also let’s pretend austin is a couple years younger in this, it just works better wc 6.6k warnings slight age gap, mention of austin’s mum passing, smut, loss of virginity, tooth-aching smut, y/n and austin being so in love its sickening

requested i was hoping u could write a fic where the reader and austin have been dating for a while so naturally he takes her to the cannes premiere and after party for elvis but the one thing is the reader is a virgin (austin knows) but she decides at the after party like fuck it so she has her first time we austin but at their hotel and he’s just sooo gentle and sweet with her and shows her what to do bc she’s so nervous @smckinney

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baby butler | dad!austin butler x pregnant!reader

summary: you get pregnant while in australia, your husband still in the process of filming for the elvis biopic. you have yet to make any kind of announcement about the fast approaching birth of your son, so when the paparazzi begin snapping pictures, you panic. austin, being wildly protective of you and his unborn child, does a little more than just put his foot down. | this was a request by an anon as well as @abloversblog and @diva-1992 .

this is a prequel to my fic "baby-bliss", but you can read this as a stand alone !

pairings: dad! austin butler x pregnant! reader

word count: 3,964

warnings/notes: tons of fluff, mentions of covid, austin's elvis accent is thick in this, austin in this fic makes me want to die because he's just so cute, he totally wanted to beat the dog snot out of the photographer, austin is literally so hot in this fic and i can't even explain why.

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Getting pregnant while both you and your husband were still in Australia for the filming of Elvis wasn’t part of the plan. The two of you were newly weds, and children were always part of the bigger picture for you and Austin, but never so soon. Neither of you had been too surprised when the test had come back positive though. You two had been playing a dangerous game for the better part of two years, and it had finally come back to bite you in the ass. Austin had been more excited than you had been towards the beginning. You knew how long his days on set were, and the last thing you wanted was to go through the motions of it all alone, but after the first few weeks he had constantly proved himself to be a diligent soon-to-be father. He insisted that you visit him whilst on set, just so that he could eat lunch or dinner with you every day. He would have groceries delivered to your house, just so that you didn’t have to go out all alone during the days that hit you a bit harder. Any free time that he had was spent with you. He was absolutely ecstatic. Austin had always been good to you, but he had gone out of his way to show you just how much he cared. 

You didn’t feel alone. Not once. Today was one of Austin’s off days, which was a rarity. He enjoyed spending the time at home, curled up in bed with a good book, his free hand pressed against your pregnant belly, or playing the guitar and asking your opinion on the way he sounded. Today had been a very lazy day, much like all of your other days. You were far enough into your pregnancy where all you wanted to do was sleep or watch television. You had to be careful about being out and about while you were with Austin now that you were showing. The two of you had decided that you didn’t want to announce anything to the public yet, especially since the hype for the upcoming film was at an alltime high. You were used to having your entire life dissected, but this was different. This was your baby, and you didn’t want anything to dull the overwhelming joy the two of you felt. “I just don’t think I’m gettin’ it right.” Austin dropped his hand from the neck of the guitar, pushing his dark locks back agitatedly. You shook your head, struggling to pull yourself up into a sitting position. Austin quickly lurched forward, outstretching his arm so that he could help you, but you were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “Try it one more time. I think you sound just like him, but you’re the expert, not me.” He rolled his eyes with a smile, shaking his head a few times before he began to play again, starting from the beginning. 

You couldn’t count on both your fingers and toes how many times you’ve heard ‘That’s All Right’ today, let alone over the last few months. Despite the fact that it was repetitive, you never got bored of it. He’d move around the living room like it was your very own private concert, going out of his way to make you smile or swoon. Austin was adorable. You watched him carefully, your eyes flickering between his face, swaying hips, and his fingers as he strummed animatedly. Just as you were about to praise him you felt a sharp pain in your ribs, and movement as the baby shifted. You were quick to wince, sucking in a breath through your teeth. The guitar was on the floor next to the coffee table in the blink of an eye, your husband down on his knees in front of you. “Hey- Hey, pretty girl. You doin’ alright?” He rubbed your arms up and down, helping you scoot towards the edge of the couch. “Yeah. Your son just decided to karate kick me in the ribs.” Austin bit his lip, fighting off a smile as he pointed his finger at your stomach. “Hey!” You let out a small laugh as he playfully glared at your belly. “We talked about this, lil man! Stop beatin’ on your mama!” You shook your head, reaching out to take his hand so that you could press it against the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes softened as he felt the movement against his palm, watching your stomach with fascination. “He’s a wild one, I’m tellin’ you what.” 

“He likes the sound of your voice.” You loved being able to feel your son’s movement. It reminded you that he was healthy, and while most mother’s you had spoken to liked to complain, you knew that it was something that you would treasure. “Well I guess I can stop practicin’ then. If he thinks his daddy is good enough, then I’ll take it.” Austin’s southern drawl was as thick as ever as he spoke to you, and though it had taken a lot of getting used to, you quite liked it. He knew that too, and enjoyed using it as a way to tease. You certainly weren’t complaining though. “How about we go on a quick walk? Just around the block?” As tired as you felt, you were beginning to feel restless being indoors. There wasn’t much you could do since everybody was on lockdown, but you tried to get fresh air whenever you could. You felt like you were starting to go insane. “Of course. C’mon,” he stood up, reaching both of his hands down for you. You thankfully took them, and he helped to lift you off of the couch. “God, I’m getting huge.” You muttered to yourself, shuffling off to the bedroom so that you could grab a jacket out of the closet. “It’s so cute.” Austin leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently for you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He had already slipped on his sneakers. “I certainly don’t feel cute.” You turned to look at him, your eyebrow quirking up in disbelief. You felt like you were getting bigger by the day. Your husband, despite your growing size, still couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He seemed to have a newfound appreciation for your body now that you were carrying his child. “Well you sure look it, honey. Before we leave the house, have you taken your-” “Prenatal? Yes.” You interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. He was a helicopter parent already, and the poor boy wasn’t even born yet. 

People had helped to set certain expectations as far as childbirth went, but no one had prepared you for how you would feel once you hit the seventh month mark. Everything hurt. Your ankles were swollen, your back felt like it might snap in half at any given moment, and you found it hard to do even the simplest tasks. Not that Austin minded helping you with anything and everything. He had been strict about what you could and couldn’t do, going the extra mile to do research on what might put stress on your health. You shrugged on your jacket, your husband breezing past the doorway and into the room so that he could reach down, grabbing your sneakers out of the closet. “You know the drill, little lady. Hand on the shoulder.” You chuckled, happily obeying him. He lifted up your foot as you put your hand down, using his broad shoulder for leverage as he tied up your shoe, then moved to the other side. “What would I do without you?” You cooed, and he instantly recognized your teasing. “Only wear slip ons.” Before you could laugh at his joke he was reaching down, giving your bottom a firm slap before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s blow this joint, yeah? I’m goin’ stir crazy.” You hummed in agreement, following him out the front door. 

The flat that the studio had provided for you and Austin was gorgeous, with tons of natural lighting and enough space to not make it feel so cramped. Even so, being locked up constantly was beginning to take its toll on you. You looked forward to going to the filming locations each day not just to see Austin, but also to get the hell out of the house. Austin tried to pull you in the direction of the elevator, but you quickly denied. “I want to try and get all of my steps in.” Austin knew that you were hardheaded, but you had gotten even worse during your pregnancy. He shook his head in disbelief, but gave in quickly, moving to your other side so that you could grab the railing in one hand, and his arm in the other. It took the two of you a record breaking two minutes to get down the two flights of stairs, and by the end of it you felt like you might just keel over right there. Despite your aching bones you pushed through, practically jogging through the lobby doors. “Fresh air!” You called out excitedly, pumping your left fist in the air as Austin intertwined his fingers with yours. “You’re out here actin’ like I’m holdin’ you hostage or somethin’.” He tugged you gently so that you would be a little closer to him, the two of you walking along the sidewalk. 

He walked on the side closest to traffic, your hands swinging between the two of you. As much as you missed home, you couldn’t deny how beautiful Australia was. You hadn’t gotten many opportunities to do much exploring, but what you had seen was breathtaking. You didn’t get to do much traveling when you were a kid, so you were happy to follow Austin wherever his job took him. He never liked leaving you alone for long periods of time, so he always fought to bring you along with him when he went overseas. “Am I waddling? I feel like I am.” You tried to look down at your feet while you walked, but found it nearly impossible to see over your pregnant belly. “I think it’s adorable.” He purred, raising your entwined hands up to his lips so that he could give your wrist a soft kiss. You groaned, shaking your head back and forth. You found certain changes embarrassing, and the pregnant walk? You hated it. “Two more months. Just two more months, and he’ll be here.” He liked to remind you that you wouldn’t feel like this forever, and thank god for that. You were eager to finally see your son after loving him for so long. Austin felt the exact same way. Though he had mixed feelings about the filming process of the movie finally coming to an end, he was excited to get home so that he could get started on the nursery. He talked about it constantly. You always thought that you would be the one that was crazy about nursery decorations and purchasing baby clothes, but Austin definitely took the cake. When Austin was at work and in between scenes, he was texting you nonstop pictures. From baby carriages to breast pumps that he had done hours of research on, he was relentless. His father had already made multiple trips to your home, and had been nice enough to assemble the crib and changing table. The poor guy had already made one too many trips, taking box after box of items that Austin had purchased into the house. Poor David had sent you a picture just last Thursday, and your living room looked like a UPS storage room.  It was sad that the two of you wouldn’t get to experience the joy of hosting a baby shower, but gifts from your friends and family were constantly pouring in. 

Austin’s grip on your hand tightened for a second, and you were quick to look up at him, trying to gauge why he felt so stiff. He seemed to be staring at something in the distance, and you had to squint your eyes to see just what he was looking at. You were used to people taking pictures or journalists following after the two of you back when you were in California. Thankfully, Australia had been a lot different. Towards the beginning of filming there were some paparazzi every once and a while, but things had died down thanks to Covid. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to have your life intruded upon in such a way, but there they were. Someone driving past must have made a call to a local magazine, that was the only thing you could think of. Austin was quick to turn the both of you around, heading off in the opposite direction so that you could walk back to your house. It wasn’t that you were hiding your pregnancy, but you certainly didn’t want it posted all over god’s green earth. Especially since the two of you hadn’t even said anything about it on social media yet. 

“Fuck off.” Austin spoke under his breath through clenched teeth, dropping your hand so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tightly into his side in order to shield you a little better. You weren’t sure if the journalists were already taking photos, but you didn’t dare turn around. You walked a little faster, sucking in a breath. “Austin, what do we do?” Your hands fumbled with the front of your jacket, trying to zip it up. Your husband shook his head, a few strands of his dark locks falling into his eyes. “Don’t even bother. You’re seven months along, and that thin jacket ain’t gonna do nothin’ to hide it.” He was right. You could hear loud footsteps behind you, and then your names being called. “Austin! Y/n! Do you mind speaking with us for a few seconds?” Yes. Yes you did. Your blue eyed knight was quick to turn his head. “Now is not a good time, guys.” You two walked a little faster, trying to put more distance between the three of you. You could hear a camera shutter clicking behind you, and you burrowed yourself even deeper into Austin’s side, your hand shaking as you gripped the back of his long sleeved shirt. He hated seeing you nervous like this, especially since you were so far along. You could tell that he was beginning to get uncharacteristically angry, his sharp jaw ticking as he bit hard on the side of his cheek in order to keep his anger in check. He had always been protective, but now that you were carrying his child? He was on top of you at all times. 

“Please? Do you mind? It’s for a one page spread in our magazine about the upcoming movie.” Austin was losing what little patience he had. He didn’t even bother turning around. Instead he just raised his voice a little so that the man could hear him. “I’m goin’ on a press tour soon. You’ll just have to wait until then.” His voice was deep and gruff as he spoke, his annoyance quickly morphing into anger. A few cars began honking, seeing the approaching paparazzi following the two of you, wanting to know what celebrity was out on the streets. If you felt overwhelmed before, now you were practically losing your mind. You were beginning to pant nervously, your chest raising and falling at a rapid pace. Austin noticed right away. “Listen! I was bein’ nice before, but you’re about to see me get real angry if you don’t leave. You’re frightenin’ my wife.” The footsteps stopped for a second, and you and Austin picked up the pace, seeing the complex's gate in the distance. You were only a minute or two away from home. Suddenly one of the journalists was jogging past you, turning around so that he could block your path. The stranger’s eyes widened as he finally noticed your bump, quickly raising his camera and snapping a picture. The flash momentarily blinded you, making you close your eyes tightly and stop in your tracks. Austin lost it. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get the fuck back! Get back!” He was quick to step in front of you, holding his arms out at his sides to block any more unwanted photos. “You’re not even wearin’ a mask!” Austin was quick to point out, widening his stance so that he could take action if need be. 

“I just wanted to talk to you for a second-” “And I said no! We didn’t consent to it, so why are we even havin’ a conversation right now? I’m so nice to ya’ll, and I never get the same respect back. Just go! We’re both uncomfortable right now.” Your husband was by no means a pushover, but he was a good man. Despite his anger, he was still trying to reason with the man. One thing that you had learned over the years of being with Austin was the fact that the paparazzi had absolutely no boundaries. The juicer the photos, the more money they made. They were vultures. The second that the man took another photo Austin completely blew his lid. “You got it, man! You got the fuckin’ picture, are you happy? You’re stressin’ out my pregnant wife, and god help you if she gets sick ‘cause of it.” Austin reached behind himself, grabbing your arm so that he could begin walking you over to his side. “If you take a step towards her I will see it as a threat.” He warned, his voice shaking as he began pulling you along. The second that the two of you made it through the gate you felt like you could finally breathe. Austin closed it behind himself, visibly relaxing when he heard the lock click into place. 

The downsides of having your hormones raging like crazy was that you cried at the drop of the hat. For once you actually had a reason to cry. Of course you could quickly type something up in order to announce your pregnancy on social media, but you probably didn’t have enough time. The pictures would most likely be circulating within the hour. Austin was quick to pull you into a hug, placing kiss after kiss on the top of your head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, darlin’.” He rubbed your back up and down in soothing motions, but his grip on you tightened as your shoulders began shaking with the weight of your cries. “I-I wanted to make the announcement s-special.” He pressed his cheek to the top of your head, rocking you back and forth gently. “Let’s sit together and type somethin’ up. We can both quickly make a post, yeah? Make it short and sweet, that way those bastards don’t break the news before we do.” You knew the kind of life that you would be living with Austin the moment that the two of you started dating. Having your pictures taken wasn’t anything new, but never in your life had you ever felt so violated by the paparazzi before. The man had endangered your life without giving it a second thought. “Y-Yeah. Let’s do that.” You agreed. 

This time the two of you did take the elevator. You had stopped crying at some point, allowing Austin to cup your cheeks delicately in his large hands, giving your cheeks small pecks. Austin had decided to post a picture of one of the sonograms that had been taken at your latest appointments, and you posted the picture that was currently your lockscreen- a picture of Austin with his head lovingly placed on your stomach, his eyes closed and his lips pulled back into a wide grin. Austin handed you his phone before pressing ‘post’, wanting you to read over what he had decided to say. 

The happiness that I feel is immeasurable. The universe has gifted me in more ways than I ever believed was possible. My wife and I wanted to be the first ones to share this beautiful news with the world. We’re excited to meet you, baby Butler. 

It was simple and sweet, just like he wanted. You hit post for him, quickly doing the same for your post as well. Comments poured in like crazy, and the two of you sat on the couch, refreshing google every few minutes just to see if the pictures were up yet. The only articles that you saw were speculations from a few months back as well as gossip magazines that were already posting about you and your husband’s announcements. It took three hours for the photos to finally hit the media. The first picture was of both you and your husband’s backs turned to the camera, then the one that had taken you by surprise. It hurt your heart to see the shocked looks on both of your faces and the way that Austin protectively had his arms tightly wrapped around you. The next picture was of Austin, his face twisted with anger and his arms out wide. You could just barely see your much smaller form behind him, pressed tightly against his back. “Hah! Have you read it yet? These people have absolutely no human decency.” You scrolled down further, your eyes skimming through the horribly written article . It commented on Austin’s abrasive attitude towards the photographer, even going as far as to call him an “overprotective father”. You rolled your eyes, scrolling down to read the comments. You were overwhelmed with how many people were standing up for the two of you. 

“Covid is at an all time high, and you guys are seriously trying to paint this out to be a rude celebrity interaction? This magazine is terrible.” 

“Whether or not his fans are upset that they waited so long to say anything, it’s their choice. The fact that you took pictures of his pregnant wife without her consent is disgusting. Seeing the look on her face in these photos makes me want to cry.” 

“When I was pregnant with my daughter I waited until the last second to even tell family members because I wanted to make sure that I was fully comfortable. The fact that celebrities have their lives torn apart like this is horrible. I hope Y/n’s okay. Sending prayers to the little family.” 

“I hope this photographer gets fired for this! Justice for the Butlers! Paparazzi are vicious!” 

“Fuck this magazine. I just unfollowed all of your social media accounts.” 

Austin tossed his phone down onto the coffee table, scooting over so that he could pull you into his side. “How are you doin’, little mama? Feelin’ better?” You had calmed down the second that the two of you had made your official posts, but knowing that your fans had both of your backs meant the world. You nodded, sniffling softly. “Can we watch a movie or something?” He nodded, quick to stand up to turn on the television and grab the remote. “Since you’re already up, do you mind getting me some water?” “Of course.” He handed you the remote before grabbing the glass you had sitting on the coffee table. “And maybe my bag of chips?” You could hear a cabinet open, then the sound of a plastic bag crinkling. Your nose wrinkled as you smiled. “A-And maybe-” “Fuzzy socks?” You two had been together for so long that it was almost as though you could read each other’s minds. It got scary sometimes. You didn’t even have to answer him. “Already on it.”

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‘bambi’

summary: reader can’t take her eyes off of the boy with too many tattoos, and he can’t stop calling her bambi.

warnings: just fluff! smut and maybeee angst will be in the next part i swear 🥹

a/n: this is the first part to a mini series!! you'll learn more about austin in the next part i promise (angry!austin 👅)

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you shouldn't stare. you really shouldn't stare.

but you didn't mean to - it wasn't like you were trying to be nosy, but as you looked up, he just happened to be there, standing against the brick wall, pointer and middle fingers wrapped around a lit cigarette. he was a walking cliche - a boy you would see in a movie, his blonde locks hung down to his shoulders, a black leather jacket enveloping his strong body. and his tattoos, god his tattoos, he was the bad boy, the one mother's warned their kids to stay away from.

the book you were reading seemed pointless when he was standing there, and you weren't sure why - you didn't even know his name. it annoyed you... the effect he was having on you. you couldn't stop yourself from glancing up at him, every few minutes, completely fascinated by his being. you promised yourself the next look would be your last, but as your eyes peered back up, he was staring straight back at you, a small smirk gracing his plump lips.

you snapped your eyes back down to your book, arms nervously coming up to pull your cardigan closer to your chest. you could feel your cheeks turning red, mentally begging yourself to calm down, not wanting him to see the effect he was having on you. you'd gotten through half a sentence before you were interrupted by the sound of gravel crunching under someone's feet, assuming it was one of your friends coming over for a chat.

your head snapped up, it wasn't your friend at all. it was him, the bad-boy cliche of your dreams, now stood directly in front of you. your body froze, heart beginning to pick up it's pace. he didn't say anything for a few moments, just stared at you, a blank expression coating his features. and you just stared right back, unsure of what to say to him.

"hi darling," he starts smoothly, his voice deep, exactly how you assumed it would be. "do you need anything? you were staring awfully hard there."

you swallowed, brain rapidly trying to put together a coherent reply, head spinning lightly at his pet name for you. "i-i um, no, i don't need anything, sorry," you spat out the words before you could think, cringing at yourself. you peered at him, waiting for the nail in the coffin, the reply that would have you crying in humiliation every time you thought about the interaction in the weeks to come.

but, to your suprise, he let out a deep chuckle, his hands reaching down to slide into his front pockets. you laughed apprehensively in response. "well then, i guess m' lucky to have such pretty eyes on me for no reason... what's your name then?" you were shocked, not used to any sort of male attention, especially from guys like him.

"i'm y/n," you mumbled, shutting your book and standing up from the wooden bench. "and i'm going to be late to my next class, so i gotta run..." your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip, his gaze causing your insides to melt. when he didn't reply, you turned to walk away, but before you could take a step, his hand reached out to grip your arm lightly.

"i'm austin."

you nodded, shooting him a small smile before beginning your journey towards the lecture halls. but since the universe hated you, you tripped on your own feet within the first few steps, continuing to walk as you heard him laugh.

"bye bambi," he whispered, keeping his eyes on you until you were out of sight. austin ignored the pang in his chest, one that he rarely felt. you were cute, and he decided that he would be spending more time at this part of the campus, if it meant getting to see your pretty face again.

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"y/n, we're going out tonight-" your best friend emma squealed at you, her hand reaching up to cover your mouth before you could protest. "there's this new place! it's this club and apparently its wild, like wild." you pushed her hand down, brows furrowing at her actions.

"emma, i can't, we have exams soon and i just don't think that clubbing is going to get me any a's," you wiggled your brows at her, hoping that she would just let you off this weekend. you and emma were polar opposites, you were the shy bookworm, who would rather stay at home and watch old movies, opposed to emma, who was the ultimate party girl. you weren’t sure how you had become friends. sure, she was your roommate, but you barely had anything in common; however it worked. she brought you out of your shell, and you wound her back a bit.

“oh please, that’s weeks away! just one night, one and i won’t ask you again this month,” she pleaded, her hands laced together under her chin, green eyes wide. you thought about it for a minute, weighing up your options. you had done enough studying to earn yourself a good night out, however, you weren't a huge fan of clubbing. the loud music, bright lights, sweaty bodies, it made you cringe just thinking about it. but even your mother had told you that you needed to have more fun during college, "these are the best years of your life," she had told you, just the other week.

so you slowly nodded your head, grinning as emma squealed in delight, grabbing your body and pulling you in for a hug that was too tight for comfort. "thank you, thank you, i love you!"

you rolled your eyes sarcastically, stepping back and leaning down to gather the rest of your things on your desk. "but i need to borrow a dress," you told her, not having anything in your closet remotely club-like. emma nodded quickly, "of course, this is going to be amazing!"

you repeated the words in your head over and over, almost trying to convince yourself that you would have a good night. "amazing... tonights going to be amazing..." you kept repeating the words as your best friend gripped your hand, dragging you back to your shared room to start getting ready for what she claimed to be the best night ever.

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"i can't wear that!" you wrinkled your nose at the dress she pulled out of her closet for you to try. it was a black body-con dress, lace lined around the cups at the front. "oh come on!" emma rolled her eyes at you, strolling over to where you were sat on your bed, reaching her arms out to hand you the outfit. you grabbed it from her, feeling the cool silk of the fabric on your fingertips. it was gorgeous, but you knew you wouldn't be able to pull it off, feigning disgust so she wouldn't ask questions.

"just try it on," she begged. you pulled your lips into a pout, reaching out to grab hold of the fireball bottle that was sitting on your bedside table. you took a breath, preparing yourself for the awful feeling, before tilting your head back and taking a sip of the alcohol. you needed the liquid courage to get you into the dress. "okay, i'll try it, but don't you have anything, you know, longer?" you questioned, already feeling the tinge of insecurity bubbling inside of you.

emma reached out to grab the bottle off of you, taking a shot herself. "i swear, it looks better on. plus, you need to stop hiding that body y/n, you were blessed - show it off!"

before you knew what you were doing, you had the dress on, and as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you surprisingly weren't disgusted at what you saw. you looked... sexy. the dress fit like a glove, the cups pushing your breasts up, accentuating your cleavage and although you thought it wouldn't be, the material was actually comfortable. you could work with this. you turned back around, facing emma, your lips pulled into a line, nervous about her reaction.

"oh my fucking god, you look incredible," she approved, clapping her hands together excitedly. your cheeks raised, relieved that she liked it.

"i'm wearing sneakers though," you told her, ignoring her disapproval.

"whatever, i'll take what i can get."

the two of you spent the next hour doing your hair and makeup. or should you say, emma did your hair and makeup, because you didn't have a fucking clue on where to start. as you grooved to the playlist that was blaring through the speaker on your desk, you passed the bottle of alcohol between yourselves, managing to get through half of the bottle.

you were tipsy, but emma's excitement was rubbing off on you. you found yourself excited to go out, to dance the night away with your best friend, and make the memories you would remember years from now.

once emma was ready, you grabbed your purse, the two of you leaving your dorm room and heading out to the uber that was waiting for you out front of the building. and as you started the journey, you leaned over to emma, placing your head on her shoulder as you both screamed out the lyrics to the throwback pop song playing on the radio.

—

this was not a regular club. you had never been to a place like this before. the red lights that flooded the smokey room made you feel more drunk than you were as you pushed your way through the sweaty bodies around you, trying to make your way to the bar. you cringed as you walked over the sticky floor, mentally cursing the people who had spilt their drinks and had now ruined your sneakers.

as you reached your destination, emma leaned over to yell in your ear, "first rounds on me baby, let's do a shot!" you shook your head at her, not sure how much more alcohol you could take before you couldn't walk. but, your protest was ignored, and a shot glass was being pushed into your hand. "i'm only doing one," you glared at her, throwing the drink back and coughing as it slid down your throat, eyes tearing up from the burn.

enmma giggled at you, she had more experience with drinking than you did, taking her shot down with ease. "want to dance?" she asked, you nodding your head in response. if you were being honest to yourself, you would prefer to sit in the corner of the club, waiting for it to hit an appropriate time to leave, the excitement you once had now fizzling away and being replaced with anxiety. but something in you wanted to have a fun night with your best friend, so you smiled as she grabbed your hand, leading you through the massive crowd.

you laughed as you danced, swaying your hips to the beat of the music, head spinning lightly from the drink you just had. emma reached her arms out towards you, pulling you in for a hug, she was so happy that you finally agreed to join her on a night out. as you pulled back, your eyes snapped over to the seating area near the dance floor, noticing the blue eyes that were staring at you intently.

you immediately stopped dancing, finally realising who's face you were staring at. your heart starting beating faster, mouth dropped open slightly. austin was standing against the wall, arms crossed around his chest, jaw clenched with that familiar smirk pulled on his lips. he was enjoying the sight in front of him, eyes fixed on your frame, curious as to why someone like you would be at a place like this. but he wasn't complaining, not in the slightest.

if only you knew how much he had thought about you over the past week. it made him angry, the effect that one encounter with you had on him. but he couldn't stop staring, eyes wandering over your body. that damn dress you were wearing clouded his mind with sinful thoughts.

but as his friend called him over, his eyes left you for a second, and when he looked back, you were gone.

—

"i need some water," you mumbled to emma, leaving her in the booth she was seated in and pushing your way to the bar. you were drunk - too drunk, and you dreaded the hangover tomorrow, attempting to do anything you could to try and combat it. as you approached the water section, you threw back two cups, reaching back out to pour a third to take back to the table. as you walked over to emma, your eyes widened, brows raised in surprise. emma had found herself a boy, and you stood there awkwardly for a moment, not wanting to cock-block your best friend.

"y/n!," she squeeled, gesturing you over with her hand once she noticed your presence. "this is harry!" you reached out to shake the boy's hand, and when you pulled back, they both went back to their conversation, so you chose to sit on the other end of the booth, giving them their space while sipping at the cool liquid in your cup.

you were staring off into space, thinking of how you were going to make your great escape back home, when a deep voice snapped you out of your trance. "can i sit here, bambi?" he asked. your head snapped up, your eyes locking with those blue eyes you had desperately been trying to avoid for majority of the night. when you had seen austin before, you dragged emma away to the corner of the room, telling her you needed a moment to breathe, not wanting to tell her about the boy who was staring at you a bit too hard.

but here he was, standing in front of you. your plan had failed.

"why?" you asked him. it came out rude, but you were genuinely curious as to why someone like him would want to be near someone like you. you were like ying and yang, complete opposites. austin snorted, taking your reply on the chin, moving closer and sitting down next to you, not too close, but close enough that you could smell the aftershave he was wearing, mind fuzzy as you took in the warm scent.

"why not?" he retaliated, turning his body so that his front was facing your side. "you here by yourself?"

"no," you sighed, deciding it would be polite to turn your own body to his, as best as you could while wearing a dress. you threw your thumb over your shoulder, "i'm with my friend emma... but she's sorta preoccupied at the moment." austin pulled his body up, peering over your head.

"ah, i see she's found harry," he murmured, pouting his lips and nodding his head. you stared at him quizzically, "you know him?" austin nodded, "he's my best friend," he moved his left arm up, slinging it over the top of the booth, right hand tapping lightly against his leg. you couldn't help but stare at him, the alcohol giving you the confidence to lock your eyes with his, slowly moving them down his body and back up to his face. his eyes were on yours, smirking as he watched you watch him.

you didn't know why you were so fascinated by him, he was so far from your usual type. but something about him drew you in, made you want to know everything about him, from his favourite colour to his biggest fear. you were about to speak, to ask him why he chose to sit with you, why he wanted to talk to you, but you were interrupted. emma moved in to slide between the two of you, her eyes widening in your direction, not being subtle at her shock that you had a boy with you.

"y/n... do you mind if i like... go with harry?" she quipped, eyes beaming with what you assumed was lust. you were happy that she was having fun, and a part of you was glad you would have the room to yourself, so you nodded approvingly. "yes, but i'll be tracking you," you winked, grinning as she pulled you into a hug. you told her to stay safe, and call you if she needed anything, and then she was gone, dragging her boy for the night by his hand out of the club.

you glanced back at austin, the nerves creeping back to you as you realised you were now stranded alone with him. you didn't think he was dangerous, but you knew you were drunk, and were bound to say something stupid eventually. you reached down and grabbed your phone, checking the time quickly.

2:34. you instinctively yawned, your body feeling exhausted now that you knew how late it was. "tired bambi?" austin teased, endeared by how cute you looked. you furrowed your brows at him, "stop calling me bambi."

"no."

you grumbled in annoyance, feeling threatened by his teasing. he had the power, and he knew it, and you hated that. "i'm going home," you barked, standing and giving the blonde a half-assed wave. the club was decently empty, so it didn't take you long to make your way outside. the chilly air made you shiver, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself.

"how are you getting back to your dorm?" you jumped at his voice, spinning around in your spot and looking up at him, frustration laced in your features. "why do you care?" you questioned, it was a genuine question, why did he care? why wouldn’t he leave you alone?

"you're out alone - i'm not about to let something happen to you." austin spoke matter-of-factly. his dominant tone made your belly warm. "it's only a twenty minute walk, i'll be fine." he shook his head. "i'll walk you." and before you could protest, his long legs were striding in the direction of your campus. austin turned back to look at you, beckoning you to follow him with his eyes.

walking home with a stranger at night was probably not the safest idea you had, but walking alone was also stupid, so you could be fucked either way. it was walking home, or spending your snack money on an uber.

so you trailed behind the tattooed boy.

—

if you were being honest, 'bambi' was probably the most accurate nickname anyone had ever given to you. you would never admit it to austin, but the amount of times you tripped over your own feet every day would have people thinking you were a toddler just learning how to walk. it always happened at the worst times too. while you were looking for a seat in a lecture hall, while you were in the library, especially when you were surrounded by people. it was as if the universe had it out for you.

so when you took your next step and tumbled down onto the gravel road, you weren't surprised... but you were embarrassed. "fuck," you whined, gripping your knee that was now dripping with blood. you were used to the feeling, but it never hurt any less.

austin was tense, bending down to you instantly, his jaw clenched at the fact that you had been hurt under his watch. you tried to hold back the tears, caused half from the pain, and half from the shame of feeding into his stupid nickname. you'd given him the ammo for his gun, and you waited for him to say it, to poke fun at your clumsiness.

but he didn't, instead his hands came down to your knee, assessing your injuries. "jesus, you okay?" he whispered, surprising you with his genuine concern. you couldn't help but shake your head, letting your guard down as a few stray tears fell down your cheeks. it was childish, but you were tired, frustrated and now in pain. you let out a shaky breath, body tensing as austin lifted his right hand up, thumb lightly grazing over each cheek.

"don't cry," he cooed, trying his best to comfort you. austin was confused by the tightness in his chest. confused as to why he was in pain by the fact that you were in pain. he felt as though he was responsible for you, he was supposed to get you home safe and here you were, bleeding on the side of the road and crying; good fucking job he'd done. he didn't know what it was - what you had that was so differen't from any other girl he'd ever met, why you had him feeling this way.

austin fucked girls, sure. but he hadn't even fucked you an he wasn't even desperate to either. sure he wouldn't mind to, but he wanted to get to know you over anything. and that wasn't normal, but something inside him couldn't stay away - couldn't stay away from you. some would say it was creepy, and sure, maybe it was. but he didn't care.

you watched as he stood slowly, hand reaching out to grab yours. you latched on hesitantly, wobbly as you stood on your feet, right leg lifted slightly due to the fresh wound. austin didn't let go of your hand, instead, his grip tightened as he glanced down at your leg.

"alright, get on my back."

"what?" you coughed, shocked at his words. there was no way you were going to let him carry you. but he persisted, shrugging off his leather jacket and handing it over to you. now that was something you didn't feel bad taking, gripping onto the material immediately and sliding it over your arms, body now engulfed in warmth. it smelt like cologne and cigarettes, a scent you were now rather fond of.

"arms around my neck 'cmon," he turned his back to you, bending down so you could climb on. "austin," you gulped, heart pounding in your chest. "i'll just walk, it's fine." you knew you would get home twice as faster if you just listened to him, but the thought of being on him made you nervous. "my legs bleeding, i don't wanna ruin your clothes," you racked your brain for any other excuses you could think of, but you were interrupted as he sighed in frustration.

"get on my back, now." you tensed up, deciding to listen to the boy, knowing he wouldn't give it up. as you got up to his back, his large hands wrapped around your thighs, lifting you up with ease. you gasped, hands wrapping around his neck instinctively. as he started walking, you prayed he couldn't feel how hard your heart was beating. "please don't drop me," you whispered in his ear, causing his body to shiver at your soft tone.

but he brushed it off, snickering as he leaned back slightly, causing you to grip on his neck tighter in fear. "austin!" you squealed. he laughed, body shaking as you slapped his shoulder lightly, his laugh causing you to grin lightly.

"so..." he started, trying to break the awkward silence. "tell me about yourself."

and the two of you talked for the next fifteen minutes, getting to know each other as much as you could in the small window of time that you had. you almost felt disappointed as your campus came into view, wanting to get to know more about the reserved boy that you had taken an interest in.

"home sweet home, bambi," austin breathed, him too disappointed that the journey had come to an end. he wished he had taken you the long way, giving himself more time to enjoy your nervous rambling about topics he hadn’t even asked you about.

"i'll take you to your room." you didn't protest, knowing that you would be able to ask him at least one more question before you had to say goodbye. you ignored the stares and snickers from other students who were lurking around the building, austin throwing them death glares left and right, daring them to say something.

he placed you down to your feet slowly as you reached your door, watching you intently. he couldn't help himself from tucking a strand of lose hair behind your ear, enjoying the way your cheeks glowed from his touch. "austin?" you looked up at him. "hm?" he replied.

you leaned up on your tip-toes, hands wrapping around his neck, lips meeting his cheek lightly. "thank you."

"i'll see you around," he whispered, turning on his feet and walking away from you. you kept your eyes on him until he was completely out of sight. and once he was, you turned around, opening your door, unable to wipe the stupid smile that graced your lips. you sighed as you sat on your bed, replaying every little touch, every word, every laugh he gave you.

you felt warm, and thats when you realised you still had his jacket. and even though you brushed it off as a mistake, austin smiled all the way back to his room, mentally praising himself for pulling off his plan, puffing on a cigarette, his mind filled with thoughts of you. you were too cute, and he couldn’t handle it.

he knew he'd see you again - he had to get his jacket back after all.