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🩷 = fluff, ❤️🔥= smut or spicy, ☁️ = angst, etc.
ONE SHOTS
• LAZY SUNDAY MORNING 🩷
= Imagine waking up one Sunday morning next to Austin and spending lazy weekend morning with him.
• NEVER LOOKED BETTER 🩷
= You and Austin have been together for a while now and he's attending a premiere with you by his side, making sure you're comfortable enough with public appearance.
• UNSCRIPTED LOVE 🩷
= Austin and you have been close friends since you were teenagers. However, you have never worked together as actors, and certainly not in a movie where you are a couple.
• LATE NIGHT LOVE 🩷
= Austin is on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, while Y/n, his girlfriend, is home watching him in the TV, because unfortunately she's sick. He's questioned about her, and he speaks so beautifully about her, making everyone know he loves her more than anything.
• SWEET HOMECOMING ❤️🔥
= Austin had a rough day filming, and Y/n wants him to feel better as he comes home. Dinner, and, welp, a hot bath that isn't just a hot bath...
• WORKOUT FOR TWO 🩷(❤️🔥)
= Austin is training for a new role, and he has to be fit and formed, and he asked Y/n to be his company. But who would have thought seeing his girlfriend workout make him crazy?
• FOREVER YOURS 🩷
= It is yours and Austin's 10th anniversary, and it's not just any kind. Austin wants this anniversary to be the best anniversary ever, and as you probably might know — he's going to be successful.
• STRINGS OF LOVE 🩷(❤️🔥)
= Austin is playing a guitar, trying to memorize some of Elvis' songs as he's preparing for the role, and he wants his Y/n to try it, too.
• SAFE IN HIS ARMS ☁️🩷
= Y/n is having terrible day, feeling so tired and overwhelmed lately. Until she completely loses it, but Austin gets home and everything feels safe all of sudden.
• AUSTIN'S BABY FEVER 🩷
= Y/n and Austin are invited to birthday party of one of his friend's baby, and who would have thought Austin will catch a huge baby fever by watching his love Y/n play with kids?
• CARING LOVE 🩷
= Y/n's having the time of the month, definitely not feeling good. But that is something Austin couldn't help with.
• WHEN LOVE HURTS 🩷☁️
= You're doubting about yourself as you read some rude and hateful comments. But Austin makes sure you know haters can't tear you apart.
• BEDTIME BOOGIE 🩷
= Y/n's and Austin's daughter is having a hard time sleeping, and all she want to do is dance with her daddy.
• FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT 🩷 PART 1
= Austin is your best friend and you seem to attend the same event without knowing it. As much as the two of you loved the pranks you did on the set as younger, you decide to repeat the past. But this actually turns into the most wildest things you’ve ever done.
• MON AMOUR 🩷
= How might it look when Austin and Y/n surprise each other with their ability of speaking French?
• MARKS OF LOVE 🩷☁️
= Y/n and Austin are expected their first baby… Hormones, changes of the body and other are not very comfortable to go through. But Austin is here to remind her that her body is miracle carrying another miracle.
• VALENTINE’S LOVELINESS 🩷
= Austin surprises you with a wonderful Valentine’s Day… Can even something be more than this?
• DADDY, I WANT TO PLAY HOCKEY 🩷
= Every little boy has dream. And so does yours and Austin’s son. One day he wants to be an hockey player, and you two of course want the best for him.
• ONCE UPON A STAR (Prince Austin) 🩷
= A little princess was used to be chased by little prince. They liked each other, but as they grew up, they both changed. Until one day their paths cross again.
• HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS 🩷
= You and Austin are complete high school sweethearts. You both decide to spend some free time after school together, enjoying something you have both passion for.
• MORE THAN A CHRISTMAS GIFT 🩷
= Christmas is about giving gifts and surprises, but would actually Austin expect this gift? Days before Christmas Day?
• UNDER THE MISTLETOE 🩷
= Can something be more romantic than experiencing a first kiss with Austin, after hiding your mutual love?
• BAKED WITH LOVE 🩷
= Austin and Y/n make gingerbread cookies, and have the absolutely amazing time together!
• CHRISTMAS TREE, OH, CHRISTMAS TREE 🩷
= When Y/n decides to decorate the Christmas tree, Austin do nothing but teases her about it. But in the end, it's the most magical moment of the day.
HEADCANONS
• DATING AUSTIN BUTLER 🩷
= What would dating Austin Butler look like!
REQUESTS
• DOUBLE TINY MIRACLE 🩷
• FROM SET TO HOSPITAL 🩷
• JUST A LITTLE LONGER 🩷
• NEW YEAR’S LOVE 🩷
• NOT SO LITTLE SECRET 🩷☁️
• UNDENIABLE DESIRE 🩷❤️🔥
• WHO AM I WITHOUT YOU? ☁️
• LOVE LANGUAGES 🩷
• LOVE BEYOND PAGES 🩷
MEDIA IMAGINES
• VACATION BREAK 🩷
= Austin and Y/n took some time off from the world in Hawaii.
PART STORIES
• His biggest hit 🩷❤️🔥☁️
= Every Elvis Presley's fan girl would love to be lucky enough to be his little doll. Y/n is the one everyone envies and would give anything to live her life which is just a dream for some. How is it really to live the life Y/n Presley is living?
• HEALING HEARTS (finished!)
-> PART ONE 🩷 = While chasing freedom you get hurt and precious elf boy finds you. It turns out to be Wil Ohmsford and he is more than pleased to care about you.
-> PART TWO 🩷☁️ = You never thought you would reveal the real secret of your escaping. But now that you are stuck with Wil – nothing else matters.
-> PART THREE 🩷☁️ = Things are going well between you and Wil… But he has one certain nightmare. That you will leave. And so afraid are you. Will you stay? Or will you leave?
-> PART FOUR 🩷 = Your leg is now healed and your heart is healed too. And Wil’s heart seems to be healed as well. Because finally, after all that happened, both of you are having the happy ending you deserve.
• Where love begin | Poem for Healing hearts 🩷
~ ONESHOTS ~
• ROSES AND STRAWBERRIES 🩷
= Wil keeps his promises. Of course he does. He would do anything to make you happy.
• MY LITTLE FLOWER 🩷
= Stella Ohmsford is just like her dad. Caring and loving, and especially when it comes to gardening, just like her dad. And Wil finds himself having another favorite activity to do.
• A LITTLE STAR 🩷
= Stella Ohmsford loves stargazing, just like her daddy. And her little head is very curious, filled with so many questions about every little sparkling dot in the sky.
• A PIECE OF YOU PART 1 🩷☁️
= Gale needs to go to the war. Neither him and Y/n want to… They don’t wanna separate. But at least something keeps reminding them that they are not separated. Not for now.
Summary: Sebastian promised himself he wouldn’t be like his father. That he liked tasteful girls, with ambitions and good families. But he couldn’t help himself. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Warning: Smut. Objectification. Cheating.
Author’s note: well, I’m back, I’ve been MIA for quite a while but there was a lot going on my life. But here I am!
After what happened with his teacher, Sebastian promised himself he’d stay out of trouble, that he’d try and be a normal guy, with a steady girlfriend. His act lasted less than it took him to say it.
You and Sebastian had history together, not because you knew each other since childhood or some corny shit like that. But because every time he broke up with Carrie, you could see him staring at you, like he wanted to devour you in the halls.
You liked the attention. Always. Everyone knew it, there was a reason why you were glued to the hip to Donna LaDonna, surely, you both competed for Sebastian’s attention but it was clear who he liked best. Guys liked Donna because she was rich and popular, but guys are all the same, they see something nice and warm to fuck and they immediately pick it.
Your hair smelled like AquaNet and your eyes were packed with a sheer baby blue eyeshadow, lashes coated in mascara, your lips glossy and decorated with a knowing smile, a smile only he could get. You didn’t believe his good boy act, you didn’t believe anyone actually believed it. Everyone knew he had money, he drove a red Porsche for the love of God! Your family went to the same Country Club his parents went to. You never actually saw him, at least not until that day.
You saw them, him and Carrie arguing in an empty classroom. You pretended to check the posters on the wall, and as Carrie walked out stomping with her pretentious little heels, Sebastian walked out flexing his jaw, oh, he was pissed. You fluffed your hair a few times before walking behind him, trying to catch up.
“Is everything alright, Kydd?” You asked him, feigning innocence.
“Not right now.” Sebastian answered, sounding harsher than he probably intended. “None of your business anyways.”
Sebastian kept walking, stomping almost, you stayed back, watching him, biting the inside of your cheek so that you wouldn’t laugh. “I heard, y’know?”
He stopped on his tracks, he wanted to turn around so bad and tell you that you didn’t know shit, that you were annoying, that he hated you for looking the way you did. He hated you for making him doubt his loyalty for Carrie. He decided he was gonna ignore you. Easy, right?
“Eavesdropping little slu…” Sebastian muttered under his breath. “And don’t call me Kydd.”
“You’re all the same. Sebastian. You just don’t want to accept it.” You said, trying to taunt him. Not even telling him why you thought he was like the rest. Leaving it up to his judgment and interpretation.
He didn’t turn around, you smiled to yourself. It was fun messing with him. He was weak, as much as he wanted to deny how much he missed being a player, you knew what he wanted.
Your family visited the local Country Club, your father’s orders as always. You didn’t know if you liked it or hated it. You were getting tired of the golf-playing men flirting with you in front of their kids. It scared you a little, the fact that those men who were your father’s age would so much imply that they wanted to fuck you on their car.
There you were, sitting inside the club’s restaurant besides your mother. Sebastian and his father sat there too. Your makeup was done, your heels on point, your dress was fuchsia. You were batting your eyes towards Sebastian, he only bit the inside of his cheek, trying too hard to ignore you.
But you knew one thing, you were gonna get what you wanted. So you took off your right heel and started touching his leg underneath the table, he didn’t move.
“You look just like your mother when she was your age.” Mr. Kydd said, a compliment, really.
You just laughed softly, continuing to tease Sebastian underneath the table. “I know,” you turned to your mother with a smile. “She really taught me well.” Your feet touched Sebastian’s crotch, which made him startle.
Sebastian dropped his fork on the plate and he turned to look at you. You expected his jaw to be locked, you were wrong, he looked at you with this smile. You thought you were hallucinating. You cleared your throat and put your heel back on.
“Excuse me.” You said as you stood up, going off to the bathroom. As you walked away, of course Sebastian’s father stared at your ass, almost breaking his neck.
Like father, like son.
Inside the bathroom you fixed your makeup, then you decided to lose your way back to the table and ended up going to a small garden behind the restaurant. You heard a few steps behind you, this happened all the time.
“Didn’t you know? Blowjobs season’s over.” You said, smirk on your face. You thought it was the waiter from last weekend. Until whoever it was pulled your arm and shoved you against the wall.
“Woah. This is how you think you’re gonna get your dick-“
And it was Sebastian.
“What was that at the table?” Sebastian asked, sounding rough. Mad.
“You smiled. I thought that’s what you wanted.” You said, smirk on your face.
“You don’t know what I want. You don’t know me at all.” Sebastian said, almost as if it was a fact. “You don’t know crap. How would you even know if I was just like the rest?”
You chuckled, you had waited a long time to say this to his face. “I know exactly what you want. You want to get alone with me. You want to take off my clothes.”
“That’s not true.” He shook his head.
“No? You came alone to me, you have me here, in a dark, lonely and quiet hallway.” You purred. “And you’re asking me how I know you’re just like the rest? Come one. Your father doesn’t even hide the fact that he wants to fuck me and neither do you.”
That hurt him. You were comparing him to his father. His whole All-American boy act crumbled when this happened.
“Aw… did that hurt you? Why can’t you just accept it?” You leaned closer to him, whispering closer to his lips. “He’s obsessed with money. Addicted to women.”
“It’s not right.” He whispered back, his breathing more heavy.
“Baby, if it feels good then it can’t be bad. Anyone can be a bit immoral.” You said as you slowly knelt down. Your hands undoing his belt.
“God, stop.” Sebastian hissed, involuntarily. You raised your hands.
“You can’t deny it for much longer, Kydd. You wanna see me on my knees. And I'm willing to do it… just for you.” You smiled one last time before shoving him off yourself and walking back to the table.
That whole night, while talking to Carrie over the phone he could only think of what you’ve said. And jerking off to the memory of you almost kissing in wasn’t any better.
You were at school, you had stayed back helping with some decorations for the next school assembly. You had grabbed some stuff from your locker and you were walking down the hall while fidgeting with your car keys, until you heard them, Carrie and Sebastian, their conversation was surely getting angsty. You started eavesdropping again, it wasn’t your fault they always did this in public.
“Walt told me he saw you, Kydd. He saw you two disappear into a hallway. What am I supposed to think?” Carrie exclaimed, stuttering.
“Jesus, Bradshaw.” Sebastian sighed. “It’s not what you think. Not at all.”
“Then what is it? Walt literally saw you.” She crossed her arms, looking up at Sebastian’s, daring him to speak.
“You really think I’d have sex with her?”
“You slept with Donna of all people. It figures.” You almost chuckled. Carrie could be anything, but sometimes she really knew how to humble him.
“I didn’t sleep with Donna. That was something Maggie made up.” He crossed his arms too, standing tall. “I would never have sex with her. Someone with mileage.”
“What does that even mean? I’m not guessing.” Carrie furrowed her eyebrows, and so did you.
“Come on. Yeah, she’s pretty but that’s it. A pretty baby with the miles.” Sebastian explained, he then sighed. “You’ve been to a dealership with your dad, and see a pretty car— but then you check it and it’s got 180,000 miles on it? You don’t stand there like an idiot and consider it, you say ‘damn, someone’s ran this thing through’. That’s her, baby, everyone’s gotten a ride. Tell me, Bradshaw, you think I’d ever buy an used car?”
You weren’t the type for feelings, you’ve heard so many things. You knew you really went around town. You knew you were a bad motherfucker. That men thought you had fuck me eyes. What Sebastian said hurt you a little, but you understood. Come on, Carrie? She was perfect. You’d never compete with her. You’d never be that kind of angel, the one he truly saw. Past the colorful eyeshadow and glossy lips.
You turned around and started walking away, until the voices turned into a blurry sound. You reached your locker and just played dumb there, until Sebastian came along, maybe he’d said bye to Carrie, maybe he’d forgotten something.
“Let me guess, eavesdropping again?” Sebastian said, leaning against the lockers.
“The whole world doesn’t revolve around you and Carrie, Kydd.” You answered, rolling your eyes.
“Don’t call me Kydd, I’ve told you-“
“I really don’t care.” You chuckled at him. “Can’t believe I’ve shown you how I don’t care what you think and you haven’t caught the hint.”
Sebastian clenched his jaw. “What I said to Carrie was true, y’know? I don’t like girls like you.” He said nonchalantly, fixing his jacket.
“Really?” You smiled, fixing something inside your locker to keep yourself occupied.
“I think girls like you are pathetic. Believe me, more than hookers on the streets. You’ve got everything and you’re still begging for some stupid attention from guys’ dicks.” He gave you that stupid little sly smile. “I really, really, really hate girls like you. With all my heart, I mean it.”
He was telling you exactly what you told him. About knowing that he was just like the rest.
“If you want to prove it, fuck around and come find out.” You said, slamming your locker door shut. You leaned against it too.
Sebastian leaned in and he kissed you, trapping you between himself and the locker, his hands besides your ears. His plump lips were warm, sweet even. Your hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss, your tongue flicking with his. A moan escaped your lips.
Who was this Sebastian Kydd?
You stumbled towards a classroom, which he kicked the door to close it, he picked you up, wrapping your legs on his waist and your arms around his neck. The kiss continued, it was a full make out session, he placed you upon the desk and as he stood between your legs, you took the opportunity to get your hands inside his jeans, and well, he basically ripped off your blouse. He kissed your neck, open mouthed wet kisses.
“See? How easy you give it up.” Sebastian said, making you moan. Then he captured your lips in a kiss again, he laid you down on the desk. His crotch making friction with your clothed core
His hand sneaked down to touch you over your underwear adding some pressure, your back arched.
There was no talking, not much foreplay either, it was rough, he pulled his lips away from yours, and stared down at you as he yanked your panties down, biting his lip.
“Maybe you’re right.” He said, licking his thumb before finding its way to your clit, rubbing it, making you squirm. Blinded with pleasure, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “You’re disgusting, you know that?”
“Then why are you hard?” You smirked, pleasure filling your body.
With his free hand he pulled down his jeans, his cock begging to be freed from his boxers, he groaned as he pulled down his boxers, his cock hard and dripping.
You were always something Sebastian wished he had.
He didn’t want to love you.
He wanted to fuck you.
“You really think, I’d be fucking any nice girl… like this?” He asked you, mockingly as he thrusted deep into you. You yelled out a moan, probably echoed on the school halls. “Fuck- Oh- Shit.”
He was relentless, like he’d been holding himself back for months— which he had. He slammed into you trying to find a rhythm, you grabbed his forearms, trying to steady yourself but he slapped your hand away, instead pressing your knees to keep your thighs as much apart as possible. Burying himself deep into you, hitting that sweet spot.
“I hate how much I think about you.” He groaned, it was either disgust or pleasure. He leaned down to kiss your neck again as he moved his hands from your knees to your hips to pull you closer. “Can’t believe I have to fuck you so that you finally stop whoring yourself out… it’s pathetic.”
“Sebastian… fuck…” you pleaded, like one would pray to a God for mercy.
Your eyes were glossy, mascara messy and your lips were already swollen. The desk moved under you.
“Did mama teach you to be like this? I bet she did…” Sebastian pulled out, making you whine. “Baby’s cock addicted?” He purred before pulling you up roughly and forcing you to turn around, bending you over the desk.
He slammed himself into you again, your back arched as he pressed your face against the hardwood of the desk, its rough, its filthy, its totally not Sebastian.
Or maybe this is what he truly was.
You came undone, fast, and so did he. Came all over your back, you were breathless. You heard him pull himself together, zip up his pants. You turned around, your clothes all dirty, your face was a mess, you leaned in to kiss him but he turned his head.
“It was one time, come on, you ain’t Carrie.” He said with a bit of disgust.
“B-but-“
“You think anyone is here to take you seriously? I thought you knew what everyone thought of you.” Sebastian stared you down, he got close to you, his hands making his way to cup your face. “You are what you are.” He whispered cruelly.
You saw him leave, slamming the classroom door behind him.
You knew you shouldn’t feel bad about it. Why were there tears filling up your eyes as you looked down at the mess he left you looking like? It was the euphoria, right?
No, no it wasn’t.
A part of you had liked playing with him because you wanted to believe that he wasn’t like the rest. But he was.
You took a deep breath and fixed up your blouse with your hands, you fixed yourself on the bathroom and left school.
You’d never blame him, not at all, you kind of hated him. He was a great actor. Great at pretending to be something he wasn’t. At pretending that he wasn’t just like his father. You knew it. You were never kind to yourself either. You’d never be the kind of angel he’d want to put a ring on.
𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | Fourth of July | Austin Butler
• Summary: Austin has always been your bestest friend and what you love about summers is that you get to spend then with him. You spent every summer at Butler’s beach house where you and Austin have the best childhood memories. But now was teenagers, something switches between the two of you during July 4th celebrations.
• Pairing: teen! Austin Butler x teen! reader
• Warnings: fluff, kisses, love confession
• Belongs to: my love @eternal-love , because she loves young Austin and I wish this kind of love will find her!
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You’ve always loved summer at the Butler’s beach house, but this one feels different. Maybe it’s the way the evenings stretch a little longer when you're beside Austin. Or when you catch him staring at you during dinner.
Tonight, his family has gone all out for the 4th of July. Everywhere are string lights, flags and food with drinks, music filling your ears, laughter echoing in the air as his dad or uncles talk about funny stories or jokes.
You’re bare feet in summer dress, holding a plastic cup full of cola and crushed ice with a piece of lemon, sitting cross-legged on a striped towel beside Austin. Both of your hair is wet filled with sea salt and maybe even sand. You two have this tradition of ocean fights together that you two just participated.
He tosses you a playful smile, teasing you about how you got scared when he pretended to be drowning. You bump his shoulder with yours. “This is absolutely not funny, Austin, you could have drown for real.”
Austin burst out laughing, that easy, golden laugh you’ve known forever, and then lays back in the sand, folding his arms behind his head. “But you can’t deny you worried about me, miss.”
You lay back beside him, your shoulders barely touching. Yeah, you can’t deny you weren’t worried. You were worried as heck. You look up at the sky, the stars are just starting to peek out, the sun bleeding away. You stay like that for a while, watching the sky change. It’s comfortable. Familiar. And then, something shifts.
You feel it in the quiet. Not the awkward kind, no, it’s heavier than that. Austin turns his head just slightly, and you catch him looking at you. Not the way he used to. Not the way best friends look at each other when they’re sharing inside jokes or rolling their eyes at family drama. This look is different. Focused. Soft.
You hold his gaze for a time that feels way too long. “I missed this,” he says finally, voice low. “Being here with you. Like this.” You grin, poking his side. “We’ve been here all summer,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, not letting out the shift you feel. “You literally scared the shit out of me few minutes ago.”
Austin smiles warmly, but it’s quiet. “Yeah, I know. But tonight feels like… I don’t know. Like something’s changing.” And you feel it too. The way your hands are nearly touching each others. The way you both look at each other. The way your pulse picks up.
First firework explodes in the distance, just a test run . Blue, red and white light flaring across his face. You see the hesitation in his eyes, like he’s on the edge of something. “I’ve been trying not to say anything,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking more to himself than to you. Your chest tightens. “Say what?” you ask, your heart beating so fast in your chest.
Austin exhales, and the words come out like a breath he’s been holding for years . “That I’m completely in love with you, Y/n.” Your heart suddenly almost wants to jump out from behind your ribs. You sit up slowly, turning toward him, and he’s already sitting up too, watching you like he’s afraid he just ruined everything.
“I didn’t mean to… I just— I thought maybe you feel it too.” You stare at him for a second, wide eyes and silent, and then you let out a breath that turns into a soft scoff, not because it’s funny, but because it’s relief. Because you do. You’ve felt it since you were 5. You loved this boy since forever.
“I do,” you say immediately. Your voice is soft but certain. “I feel it, Aus.” He doesn’t answer right away to that. Just looks at you like he wants to memorize everything about this exact second. And then, slowly, like you both know there’s no going back, he leans in.
The fireworks begin in earnest now, thunder and light in the sky, but the sound of them fades as his lips brush yours, warm and careful, like he’s been waiting forever to get it right. And he does.
When you pull apart, cheeks flushed and grinning, he leans his forehead to yours. The fireworks go on in front of you. His family is cheering somewhere down the beach, but in this moment, it’s just the two of you, caught in something that finally has a name.
You. Austin. And love.
You stay like that for a few minutes, forehead to forehead, noses brushing, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. The world is a blur of light and sound behind you, but he’s so close, so still, and all you can think is: we did it. Finally.
You pull away a little to look at him, to really see his beautiful face. Austin’s cheeks are flushed, his smile just a little dazed, like he’s still catching up to the reality of what just happened. You’re probably wearing the same expression, even if you can’t see it.
“Did that just… happen?” you murmur, a breath of laughter in your voice. Austin grins, and takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Pretty sure it did.” You shake your head, still stunned, but glowing. “God, we really waited this long, huh?”
“Longer than that,” he says. “If we’re being honest.” You bite your lip, cheeks warm. “Yeah. Me too.” He wraps his arm around you, gazing out at the sky for a second. A big firework blooms red, white and blue above the water, and in the flare of light, you see the exact moment he looks over at you again, eyes soft, smile tucked into one corner of his mouth.
“I kept thinking… ‘don’t screw it up.’ Like if I said anything, I’d ruin us.” Austin explains and you literally felt the same way this whole time. “Me too… I was scared I would lose you.”
“But,” he says, gently nudging his shoulder against yours, “we didn’t ruin anything.” You look at him, heart swelling with love in your chest. “No. We just finally got it right.”
A silence settles, but it’s a good one. The kind that feels full, not empty. The fireworks are still going, the night alive with light and celebration. But here, with him, everything is calm.
And then, he presses a kiss to the top of your head like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and says, in that warm voice that’s just for you, “Happy Fourth of July, sweetheart.”
You turn to him, smiling so hard it aches in the best way possible. “Happy Fourth of July, love.”And just like that, your favorite holiday has a new memory. One that’ll last a lifetime. You and Austin, forever.
Summary: Minnie Butler is the sweetest little girl. Absolute copy of her daddy. It’s bring your parents to school day in Minnie’s school. And she is more than happy to show off his dada.
Pairing: dad! Austin Butler x mom! reader
Warnings: tons of fluff
Proofreader: my sweetheart @eternal-love 🫶🏼
Note: I absolutely adore name Minnie so I picked it for this fic! But feel free to replace it with name of your choice 🥰 HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL DADDIES!
Another morning, another responsibility as a mommy of Minnie. Minnie is like Austin’s twin. She has his hair, his blue eyes, his full pink lips and those adorable cheeks. You wake up to a tiny hand patting your cheek. “Mommy! Wake up! It’s today!”
Her voice is small but buzzing with excitement. You open one eye and meet Minnie’s wide grin. The kind that’s missing a few teeth now. She’s still in her princess pajama, hair messy from sleeping. You smile and pull her between you and Austin. He is still half asleep, sleeping on his stomach, face buried in pillow.
“She’s right,” you say, nudging him. “Big day.” Minnie giggles and climbs on Austin’s back, lying flat on him, hugging him from behind, even though her body is so tiny compared to him. He opens his sleepy eyes, hair tousled, just like Minnie’s, no DNA test needed for these two.
He gives you that look. The look between the urge to stay in bed and the one of sympathy for his little princess. “She’s going to introduce me to her class,” he says, rubbing his face. “That’s… so much pressure.”
You chuckle kiss his cheek. “You’ve faced colonel Parker, Atreides, and saved the world on-screen. I think you can handle twenty preschoolers, love.” Austin just sighs dramatically, and turns around, tickling his little girl. Minnie giggles and squirms, and you know he was born to be a daddy.
By 9 AM you’re both standing in the warm, nicely decorated classroom, hand in hand with Austin, and Minnie sitting on his lap. Miss Ellie, claps her hands to begin the lesson, allowing the little ones to introduce their parents.
Each child takes a turn introducing their parent “My mommy is a nurse,” says one boy.
“My daddy fixes elevators.”
“My mom works at the library and lets me check out as many books as I want.” And then it’s Minnie’s turn. She stands up tall, proud smile on her lips. “My mommy is [job of your choice]. And my daddy,” she declares, “is in movies.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then a few kids gasp. One whispers, “Woah!” Miss Ellie smiles politely. “Oh, how exciting, Minnie! What kind of movies?”
Your daughter lights up, words tumbling out of her all at once. “He played the famous singer Elvis Presley! And also in sci-fi movie! He played villain and he was very—”
“Sweetheart,” you say gently, placing a hand on her back to shush her adorable excitement. She beams up at you. “And I saw him on the big screen in cinema with mommy, with popcorn! He’s really, really famous.”
A few of the kids glance at Austin now with curious eyes. He’s sitting quietly beside you, giving no indication that he’s recognizable at all, wearing his jeans and white shirt with jacket, looking like any other dad. He gives a little wave and a soft smile.
“Are you really in movies?” one boy asks suspiciously. Austin grins and nods. “Yes, I play various of characters.” And all the kids’ faces light up with surprise and they let out soft “wow!”
Later, while the kids play with toya and the parents sip coffee they received from the teacher, you watch Minnie, who is proudly smiling at Austin.
She doesn’t really care whether the other kids are impressed or not. She doesn’t need them to know which movie he was in, or what awards are tucked in the cabinet at home. To her, he is the greatest man.
But also, he’s the one who puts marshmallows in her hot chocolate, who lets her put a sparkly pink makeup on him, who does all the voices in bedtime stories. A little girl, probably Minnie’s friend, approaches her, eyes wide and curious. “Is it cool having a famous dad?” she asks Minnie curiously.
She pauses, thinking how to reply. “Yeah. But he’s my daddy first.” Your heart swells. You see Austin’s jaw tighten just a bit. He looks down at her, and you know he’s holding back tears. She is his little princess, and he couldn’t love her more.
He crouches beside her and pulls her gently into his arms. “That’s the best role I’ve ever been,” he says into her hair. “Your daddy.” Minnie grins and wraps her tiny arms around his neck. Not a hero. Not a villain. Not a man on screen. Just daddy.
Summary: You are successful ballerina, and currently dancing through your debut as Princess Odette, a beautiful princess, who has been transformed into a white swan. Not only that, but you’re also girlfriend to amazing actor Austin Butler. Tonight is your premiere, but you receive a message he unfortunately won’t be there because of filming his next movie… but little do you know.
Pairing: Austin Butler x ballerina reader
Warnings: none, except for fluff
Proofreader: @eternal-love ❤️🩹
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The theater is filled with excitement and anticipation. Chandeliers glittered above velvet seats, the orchestra tuned their instruments in a quiet hum, and in backstage, you’re standing motionless, heart pounding beneath your ribs.
Tonight is everything. Your very first premiere as Odette in Swan Lake, the culmination of two decades of broken toes, midnight rehearsals, ice baths, and infinite time of rewatching the very first original ballet. This is your first debut as lead at the theatre, a moment you have dreamed of since you were a little girl in pointe shoes and pink tutu.
But he isn’t going to be there, unfortunately… Austin, your Austin, raising Hollywood star, golden boy, and the man who holds your heart. You know he was away for weeks to film his new movie, and he should have turn back and come to see you. But you received a text few hours before the start.
Austin❤️
“My love, I’m so sorry... The flight’s grounded. Storms over the Atlantic. I’m still stuck at the airport. I’m heartbroken, and so sorry… You’ll be perfect. Break a leg. I’m with you in spirit, always.”
Your throat tightened when you stared at the message. You texted him back with sympathy, there is nothing he can do about it, of course. You slipped your phone into your bag. Well, not tonight, maybe next time.
Little do you know Austin is sitting at the VIP balcony, watching. He is here, and you don’t know yet. Only the stage lights touch his face. The text he sent you was sort of a lie, a carefully crafted cover. His real flight had landed early that morning. He hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten much. He didn’t want to miss a second of your big night.
He promised you from the beginning: "When you take your first bow, I’ll be there. No matter what.” He wants to be the biggest supporter of you, just like you are his. The moment the curtain rises, Austin forgets about everything else.
In Austin’s eyes you’re ethereal, precious, and heartbreakingly beautiful, which you indeed are. The way you move across the stage makes the world hold its breath. Austin has watched you dance in rehearsals before, practicing until your feet bled. But this? This is different. Much more different.
This is you in your element, in your glory. In the pride of everything you put into this role. And you have absolutely no idea he is watching. Austin smiles as you transform into the Swan princess, movements so light as if you were feather, arms fluttering with unreal grace.
In the tragic second act, where you dance with aching sorrow, his throat burns. Your pain actually feels so real… maybe it is real, and part of him aches, knowing you believed he isn’t there. But he waits. He will make it right.
The final act comes, and you dance as if the world depends on it. You want to prove all people who came to watch you tonight that it isn’t waste of time. You want to prove you earned this fame by right.
By the end, tears sparkle in your eyes, and the stage falls into silence. You stay on your tip toe, feet and legs hurting. Then, it happens. Applause loud so much like a storm crashing over sky so suddenly. The audience rises to its feet. And so does Austin, though you can’t see him.
He would lie if he denied the tear that slips from his eye. He is so incredibly proud of you. You bow once, then again, castmates lining up around you. Your dance coach comes up too, for the ovation, and you all receive some flowers for successful premiere.
Your chest is still heaving from the final pose, and you blink into the spotlight. And there, emerging from the side aisle, climbing the stage steps with a large bouquet of white roses and gardenias, is him. Austin… your Austin.
Your eyes widen. You step back almost in disbelief. Austin walks to you slowly, with quiet reverence, his eyes locked on you with his warm smile. The applause softens into “awww’s” and murmurs. A smattering of camera flashes. But for you, the world has gone completely silent.
He stops just in front of you, gaze full of undeniable pride and love. “Didn’t want to miss the greatest debut of all time,” he says softly, smile so wide.
“But… the plane—” you whisper in disbelief and surprise. He chuckles softly, taking your hand.“Lied,” he admits. “I wanted to see your face when you saw me, my love.” Tears shimmers under your lashes, but you laugh, breathless, disbelieving.
You immediately wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his chest. “You’re the worst liar, Butler!” Austin laughs, rubbing your back. “Not liar, but surpriser.”
He hands you the bouquet, and when your fingers touch, the audience rises again, this time with more than applause, there is awe, warmth, something that feels like witness to a story that has found its perfect ending.
Austin raises your hand above you, gesturing that you’re the main star tonight, and he is more than proud of that. A ballerina and a movie star, caught in the center of the stage, soaked in golden light. You smile at the audience as a gesture of gratitude and undeniable happiness.
The moment the curtain falls down, you turn to Austin. “You were really here the whole time?” you ask, wondering and curious.
Austin smiles and nods. “From the first note to the last step,” he says, brushing a curl from your damp forehead. You smile softly, looking at him with so much love and affection. “I danced like my heart was breaking…”
Austin feels sort of guilt but also something that makes this moment even better. “That’s what made it perfect,” he cups your cheek. “And now… we put it back together.”
He kisses you, gentle but sure, and in that tiny moment, on an empty stage, in blue dim light, surrounded by golden confetti you realize this all was worth it.
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hey sooooo….i have no idea if you are accepting requests or not and i don’t want to impose on you or sth. also, i know we’re all very excited about hank and caught stealing movie coming out soon but if you ever feel like you’re back in your wil era, i would absolutely love to read more about girl dad! wil cause he has a soft spot in my heart himself but as a dad? im literally melting!! BUT no pressure, have a great day, i love your work!!!!!🩷☀️🫶
𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 | Wil Ohmsford
• Summary: Stella Ohmsford loves stargazing, just like her daddy. And her little head is very curious, filled with so many questions about every little sparkling dot in the sky.
• Pairing: dad! Wil Ohmsford x mom! reader
• Warnings: none, just ton of fluff!
• Note: I used the name Stella again because ugh! I just think Wil would love that name for his little girl 🥹 And OMG! I never decline Wil request, I LOVE THAT BOY!
• Proofreader: my sweet girl @eternal-love
The Ohmsford household is filled with peace and quiet of the approaching night. You are already in your nightgown, preparing yourself a herb tea from the mint and lemon balm that’s growing on Wil’s garden. Fire in the fireplace crackles, as the wood burns, warming up the whole hut, leaving it cozy.
Wil promised Stella they will stargaze today. Wil loves stars and starry sky, and since Stella is totally Daddy’s little girl, it’s something she’s grown fond to as well. You take the cup into your hand, the surface of it warm thanks to the tea.
The wooden floor crackles under your bare feet, and you walk towards the door on the garden. When you open them, you step on the porch, the summer night breeze is warm. As you walk forward, you lean against the railing, and you see them…
Wil is lying in the grass, his gaze up on the sky, his arms behind his head. And next to him - Stella. If you didn’t know she is your snd Wil’s daughter, you would almost say her and Wil are twins. There is high resemblance between them, the pointy ears, ocean blue eyes, sandy blonde hair…
Stella is lying beside him, exactly the same way. Her little arms crossed behind her head, hair messy, her legs crossed as she looks up at the sky as well. You hear them talking, Stella’s voice soft. “Daddy, why do stars twinkle?” she asks curiously.
Wil smiles, happy to see she shares the passion for stars as well. “Well, ladybug, they twinkle because they’re dancing through the sky's shimmer. The air between us and them makes their light sparkle like fairy dust.” he explains for her to understand. And it’s the cutest thing ever.
Stella nods and looks up again, watching the stars twinkle. “Do stars have names?”
“Oh yes, many do. Some are named by ancient heroes, some by dreamers. And some... we name ourselves. Like that one there,” he points at the sky. “that’s the Laughing Star. I named it after your giggle.” Wil pokes her tiny nose and she giggles, exactly the way he loves.
“That’s silly, daddy! What about that big one? The shiny one?” she asks again, pointing at the sky. Wil follows her gaze and sees Polaris. “That one is called Polaris. People believe that this star used to guide sailors and travelers home.”
Stella nods, taking in the information, her little wheels in her head turning. “Can we go there someday?” When you hear her ask this, you can help but feel your heart swelling with affection. She is so innocent and small…
Wil smiles, snd turn his gaze towards her. “Maybe not with our feet, but with our hearts and dreams? Absolutely. You are good at traveling through wonder, sweetheart.” At that Stella smiles. “And daddy, do stars ever get lonely? Like they feel sad?” she asks again, so curiously.
He rubs her head, his palm feeling her soft hair under his touch. “Only when no one looks up to see them. That’s why we watch them, so they know they’re loved, you know?” Stella nods, and lays closer to Wil. She snuggles closer, yawning softly, her tiny hand curling around his finger.
“And daddy?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Why did you and mommy named me Stella?” You smile and you lean closer, wanting to hear what Wil will reply. He smiles softly and rubs her cheek with his thumb. “Because, my starlet, the night you were born, the sky looked just like this. Your mommy and I saw the brightest star shining right above us. ‘Stella,’ mommy whispered. In latin, it means star. And we knew—it was you.”
Stella’s eyes brighten, sparkling almost the same way the stars do above them. “I love my name. I wanna be a star too!”
Wil chuckles and scoots Stella closer, pressing a kiss to her hair. “You already are, little one. The brightest in my sky.” He lifts her in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. As they walk down back to their cozy hut, a warm light spills from the window. You’re still on the porch, watching them with a soft smile.
“You two were out late tonight.” you grin, and Wil chuckles softly, lifting Stella bit higher. “The stars had much to say. And so did Mrs. Star.” Stella lifts her head sleepily. “Mommy...Daddy said stars dance. And... and I’m a star too...”
You giggle, and lean in to kiss her cheek. “You are, my darling. The best kind, the kind that shines even when your eyes are closed.” you ruffle her sift hair gently. “Say goodnight to mama, little starling.”
Stella keeps snuggling deeper into Wil’s shoulder. “Goodnight, mommy... I love you as big as the moon!” she mumbles tiredly. “And I love you as deep as the sky.” you whisper and watch Wil carry her to her room. He carries her to her small wooden bed, carved with little stars. He tucks her in with her favorite blanket, soft as moss, and places her favorite stuffed owl beside her.
“Sleep well, Stella. Dream of dancing among stars.” Wil brushes a blonde curl from her forehead, then quietly tiptoes back to the main room. You’re there, waiting, watching him with eyes full of warmth. He smiles and tucks you closer to him. “You always know just what to say to her.” you smile back, hugging him.
“She makes it easy... She sees the world the way I wish more people did, full of wonder, not questions that need answers.” You grin, your heart dancing with happiness. “She has your eyes… your hair, and your ears. But she wonders like I did when I was a girl.”
Wil chuckles and gently takes your hand in his. “The night you said her name for the first time... I knew it was perfect. Stella. Our little star.” You let out a soft sigh, your head against his shoulder. “She shines, doesn’t she? Even when the world feels heavy.”
“Especially then.” A silence falls between you, not empty, but peaceful, like the quiet just before a star falls across the sky. “Thank you... for giving her this magic.” you say, kissing his cheek. Wil smiles and kiss your forehead. Then he looks towards Stella’s room. “It’s hers already. I’m just lucky enough to witness it.”
𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 | PART TWO | Hank Thompson | Austin Butler
• Summary: Y/n gets into trouble again… and together with Hank. After her confession with her dream, Hank tries to help Y/n in all ways possible. It leads to troubles only, though.
• Pairing: Hank Thompson x female reader
• Warnings: alcohol, fight, cursing, reader getting hit by drunk guy, injury, fake pregnancy (labor)
• Proofreader: my sweet @eternal-love 💕
Hank offered you to work with him in the bar before actually making the whole flower shop dream make true. You help him to deliver drinks, clean the tables from time to time, and make sure the bar runs as it should.
You move behind the bar like you have been born to work there — fast, slipping a beer across the counter. The bar buzzes with voices, clinking glasses, football game from the TV hanging on the wall. And you completely enchanted Hank. He watches you blend in, carry yourself with that strange mix of gracefulness that you owe to Hank.
He doesn’t want to admit it but he feels something towards you. There is something about you that had caught him since yesterday. It wasn’t just the way you look, yet God, he can’t tear his gaze away from you. It is the way you laugh even though life is throwing rocks under your feet.
But Hanks is quiet, staying from this all.
It is easier to pretend you are just a girl in need, his roommate and someone he will help make their dream come true. He grabs himself a beer from the cooler, his cap backwards. He takes a sip, looking at the football game in the TV, but his gaze falls back in you.
You swipe the tables, only few people left in the bar. It’s around 1:47 AM, thirteen minutes before closing time. Hank is behind the bar cleaning up, sipping his beer, stealing glimpses of you as the last few customers finish up their drinks and head out. The bar is mostly empty now, and he can’t help but notice how you lean over a table to swipe up some crumbs. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual.
“Hey, Y/n, you mind giving me a hand with mopping this place up when you’re finished?” You glance at him, nodding. “Yep! Sure!” He nods back, relieved that you didn’t question why he needs your help all so suddenly. He grabs a cloth and starts wiping down the bar, waiting for you to finish up with the tables.
Hank glances over at you, watching as you work. There’s something about the way you move that he can’t quite shake, something that makes his heart beat a little faster. You finish cleaning the tables and you move back behind the bar, taking a mop. He watches as you take the mop, the way your slender fingers wrap around the handle… He shakes himself out of it, focusing on the task at hand. You start mopping the floor, working in rhythm without saying a word.
The silence stretches for a minute before he speaks up, his voice a little hoarser than usual. “So. Uh, you have any plans after this?” and then he realizes how fucking dumb is this question. You just chuckle, swiping the floor with wet mop. “At 2:00 AM? Probably going to your place with you and hopping straight to that comfortable couch of yours.”
He laughs, running his mop over a stain on the floor. He can feel the weight of the moment, the things he wants to say to you but won’t. “Yeah, probably a good idea. I’m too old to stay up all night like I used to.” He looks up at you, his gaze lingering a beat too long. “Too old?!” you laugh. “You’re literally the same age as me, thank you very much.”
“You know how I mean it, Y/l/n,” he winks, continuing wiping the floor. “But yeah, I used to be able to party all night and then go to work the next day, no problem. Now I’m lucky if I can stay up till two without feeling like a zombie.” he says, stopping with mopping for a while. You raise your eyebrow, stopping too.
“That’s bad, isn’t it? I mean you work at the bar, people are lying their ass here even past the closing time.” He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. “It’s not great, the hell it’s not. People expect me to be able to keep up, you know? Sometimes I just wanna lock up and go home and collapse on the bed.” He glances over at you, his expression softening.
“You are not seem to get tired, though. You’re like a machine.” Hank watched you work for one day, yet sees the enthusiasm you have for what you do. “Well, I have my routine.” You say, wetting the mop. “What time do you wake up?” Hank just shrugs, wringing out the cloth he’s holding.
“Depends. I’m here by six. But on my days off, I like to sleep in a bit.” He gives you a sly grin. “You trying to figure out my sleep patterns? Planning to sneak in and prank me in the middle of the night?”
“No, I am just calculating.” Again you stop mopping, leaning against the mop handle as you count. “Well, you’re here by six in the morning, meaning you have like one hour after sleeping to get ready and head here, that makes you waking up at 5 AM. That means you work here for fucking 21 hours, and if, by all surprises, you go home after 2 AM, it takes you another hour to get home, have shower, luckily some meal, and you go to bed at three. That means you have 2 hours of sleep a day! Gosh, Hank!”
Hank stares at you, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face. “Are you seriously doing the math on my sleep schedule?” He laughs, shaking his head, the sound a little rueful.“Jeez, I guess when you put it that way, it does sound pretty bad. But trust me, I’m doing just fine on two hours of sleep a day.”
You shake your head, thinking how absolutely insane he is. “It’s not healthy tho, y’know?” He leans against the bar, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve heard it all before. ‘You need to sleep more, Hank. You’re gonna burn yourself out.’ Boring.” He rolls his eyes, but there’s no real heat in it. “But I’ve been doing this for years, and I’m still standing, aren’t I?”
“If you don’t wanna die at 50…” you say and walk away to mop other side of the bar. He lets out a dry laugh, watching you walk away. “Hey, I’m gonna outlive you, you little smartass.” As you mop the other side of the bar, he eyes you for a moment. Something about the way your hair falls over your shoulders, the way your fingers grip the handle of the mop.
Damn it, Thompson, he thinks. You need to quit noticing these things. He can’t help noticing, though. The way the low-cut back of your shirt, showing off just enough skin to make his throat go dry. The way your hips move as you walk, the way your jeans fit just right He shakes himself out of the thoughts, but they keep coming back. Until…
You and Hank hear the glass breaking, and both of your gazes land on two guys, obviously hell drunk, pushing each other. Hank’s jaw tightens as the guys start to shove each other. “Hey, hey!" He reaches the guys, stepping between them, placing a hand on each of their chests. “Knock it off, alright? You wanna take it outside, fine. But not in my bar.”
One of the guys protests, pushing Hank away. “Get out of my eyes. This bastard is fucking liar!” Hank’s face darkens as the guy tries to push him away. He grips the guy’s shoulder, squeezing hard. “What the hell did you just say? Who’s a liar?” He pushes Hank again, trying to drag him away to get the other guy.
“Hey! Enough!” Hank’s patience snaps. He shoves the guy back, hard. He can hear you gasp behind the bar, and he feels a pang of guilt, but he’s too worked up to stop now. You try to be helpful, to help Hank from this shitty situation. You grip the guy’s hand and try to drag him away from Hank.
But before you can say anything, the guy is too drunk and completely unaware of his movements, and he throws his hand backwards, his hard fist hitting your cheekbone. Hank sees what happens in slow motion. He sees the guy’s hand fly back, sees it connect with your cheek. His face gets red from anger as you stagger back. “Shit!”
He lunges towards the guy, grabbing him by the collar, shoving him into the wall. “You fucking idiot-“ The guy is completely drunk, and he’s trying to fight back, but Hank’s anger is like a whirlwind. He punches him hard, once, twice, three times, his knuckles connecting with the guy’s face, his own vision hazy with anger.
Hank then stands over the guy, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He feels something wet trickle down his knuckles, and he looks down to see his knuckles covered in blood. He shakes it off, focusing on you. You’re standing a few feet away, clutching your cheek, the beginnings of a nasty bruise already forming.
He walks over to you, his expression turning soft as he reaches out to touch your cheek. He hesitates for a second, his fingers just barely brushing the bruised skin. “Fuck it, I’m sorry.” You wince even at the slightest touch, the cheekbone hurting as hell.
Hank’s gaze darts back to the guys still standing at the bar, their eyes shifting between him and you. “Get the hell out of here!” They all scatter quickly, leaving their empty glasses on the bar. He turns back to you, concern etched across his face. He runs his thumb gently along your jawline, as if trying to soothe the pain.
Your cheekbone gets swollen, bruised. Probably broken. His brow furrows as he sees the extent of the swelling. “Damn it, we should probably get you to a hospital. That looks bad.” You sigh, gaze landing on the beer he was drinking. “Hank, you were drinking…” He hesitates, knowing he probably shouldn’t be driving. “I’m fine. I only had a couple beers, I can drive.”
He can tell you don’t believe him, but he doesn’t care. He’s not gonna let you wait for a cab alone with that injury. He grabs his jacket and keys from behind the bar, slinging the jacket on. “Come on.” You follow him, clutching your aching cheek. Hank locks the bar, and gazes at you, feeling fucking guilty to drag you into this shit.
He leads you outside, the cool New York night air a stark contrast to the humid warmth of the bar. He opens the passenger door for you, helping you into the car. “Just hang tight. I’ll get us to the hospital.” He shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s side, getting in and starting the engine. He casts a concerned glance in your direction, his jaw clenching as he sees your swollen cheek.
The road is empty, only full of gleam of streetlamps and the rhythmic flicker of neon from shop signs. Hank grips the steering wheel with blood-knuckled hands, the silence in the car loud.
Beside him, you’re sitting curled into yourself your hand on your cheek. Your right cheek is already swollen, purple blooming like spilled ink beneath your eye. You haven’t said a word since you and Hank left the bar. “You didn’t have to jump in like that,” Hank mutters finally, his voice rough with guilt and fading adrenaline. “I had it under control.”
“I wanted to help you,” you say, not looking at him. Your voice cracks on the last word. You wipe at your good eye, streaking mascara over your face. Hank doesn’t argue. Instead, he presses harder on the gas. The hospital is twenty minutes away. But the fate has different plan.
Red and blue light flooded the rearview mirror. A siren wailed. Hank curses under his breath. Fuck! This can’t be worse, can it?” He eases his foot off the gas, heart hammering in his chest. The car begins to slow, and with it, his sense of safety unraveling. “I’m going to lose my license,” he says. “Probably get booked.” he grunts, knowing he was drinking.
“No,” you say suddenly, sitting upright. “Pull over. But don’t say anything. Just trust me.”
“What?”
“Just do it, Hank.” you command, taking off your hoodie, and without hesitation, shove it under your t-shirt, stuffing and shaping it around your stomach. “What the — are you insane?” Hank’s eyes widen. You turn to him, dead serious.
“You’re taking your very pregnant wife to the hospital. I’m in labor. You’re just a desperate, possibly stupid, but definitely brave man trying to do the right thing. Got it?” Hank’s car comes to a full stop on the shoulder. The police cruiser slid in behind them.
“Yeah, you are insane,” Hank murmurs, but something in your eyes, calculating panic, makes him shut up and nod. “Okay. Okay.” The officer’s flashlight hit the mirror and then them. Boots crunched on gravel. Hank rolls the window down, trying to keep his expression somewhere between urgent and not guilty.
“License and registration,” the officer says, eyes narrowed. Hank fumbles for his wallet, and beside him, you let out a groan. The officer shines the flashlight in your direction. “Everything alright, ma’am?”
“No!” Suddenly you gasp, acting damn good. “Oh! Oh gosh, I think my water just broke!” You clutch the fake belly like you’ve been stabbed. Your face twisted in fake pain. “I’ve been having contractions for twenty minutes. I was waiting for him to get from work, and… ahh! But now they’re two minutes apart!” The officer’s eyes widen.
“My wife is having a baby,” Hank says, his voice rising an octave. “I know I was speeding, I am just trying to get her to hospital.” You act convincingly, taking Hank’s hand and grasping it, painful moans escaping your lips. “Love! It hurts, I can’t have our baby in this goddamn car!”
The officer nearly drops his flashlight. “Alright, okay! Make sure to get there safely. Good luck. The officer spins on his heel snd disappears to the car, driving away. As Hank starts the engine again, he turns to you. “You are terrifying.” You slump back in the seat, finally allowing yourself a small smile. “And you’re welcome.”
By the time you got into the ER parking lot, the adrenaline wearing off. Hank exhales like he’d been holding the breath for the last ten miles.
You yank the hoodie out from under your t-shirt, wincing as the motion pulled at the side of your bruised face. “You alright?” Hank asks, cutting the engine. You look at him. “You mean, aside from the shattered cheekbone and impersonating a woman in labor?”
“Yeah. Aside from that.”
A ghost of a smile crosses your lips. “I’ve had worse nights.” Hank gets out and rounds the car to open door for you. You slide down carefully, one hand clutching your face now that the heat of the lie is fading. It throbs like a drum under your skin.
Inside the ER, the bright lights hits you like a slap, bright, cold, unkind. You can already smell the sanitizer, the sounds of beeping, phone calls, and footsteps of doctors. The elder nurse barely looks up from her clipboard. “Name?” the nurse asked.
“Y/n Y/l/n.” you reply, and the nurse types on her keyboard, and then she looks at you and Hank. She sees the bruise under your eye. “She got punched. Drunk guy in a bar fight. Needs a doctor, face looks bad.”
“You think it’s broken?” she asks you directly. “I don’t know. But it feels like someone tried to beat my skull in with hammer.” The nurse scribbled something down again. “Insurance?”
You blink few times. “Uh…”
“She’s with me,” Hank says quickly, stepping in again. “Put it under my information. Just get her checked.” The nurse looks between the two of you. “Take a seat. We’ll call you.”
You and Hanks sit side by side in the plastic chairs. The waiting room is humming with quiet might chaos, a man with his hand in a bloody towel, a woman talking to herself . You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes “Thanks,” you murmur softly.
“For what?”
“For backing me up, again. For not laughing when I stuffed a hoodie up my t-shirt. For not asking a thousand questions.” Hank chuckles, amused. “You saved our asses, Y/n.”
“You could’ve gotten arrested.”
“I still might. Depends how good your acting really was.”
You crack one eye open, chucking. “I should get an Oscar! For that scream alone.” He looks at you for a long moment. Then say, more quietly, “I didn’t like seeing you hurt.” Before you can answer, a nurse appears at the doorway and calls your name.
“Guess that’s me,” you say, pushing yourself up to your feet. Hank rises up too. “I’ll wait.” You look at him, already feeling like a burden. “You don’t have to-“
“I know. But I want to.”
You study him for a beat, as if trying to figure out where he is drawing the line, if there is anything he wouldn’t do right now. Then you nod and follow the nurse through the double doors. Another night, another shit. And dipped in everything with Hank…
