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karaoke bar confessions part 2

part 1 -> ♡

summary: the morning after a drunken you confess your true feelings to your best friend at a karaoke bar, you and austin finally confront the truth that’s been lingering between you for years. pairing: Austin butler x fem!reader. word count: 789! FLUFF!!!

The pounding in your head was the first thing you noticed when you cracked your eyes open. The second was the familiar ceiling you’ve seen after all these years of sleepovers, the muted beige of Austin’s room. You groaned, rolling onto your side, and immediately regretted it when the motion sent your stomach lurching.

“Morning, sunshine,” came a low voice, far too amused for your current state.

You peeked through one squinted eye to find Austin leaning casually in the doorway, hoodie on, hair still damp from a shower. He held out a glass of water and some Advil, his expression somewhere between smug and gentle.

“I hate you,” you rasped, though you took both gratefully.

“You love me,” he shot back automatically, then froze like he realized exactly what he’d said. His eyes darted to yours, a flicker of something unguarded before he cleared his throat. “I mean...I mean…” He trails off not sure how he can recover from that slip up. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks as memories of last night crashed into you all at once: the neon glow, the tequila, your own unfiltered confession. Groaning, you yanked one of Austin’s pillows over your head, muffling your voice. “Come on, Aus. You literally could not have made that any more awkward.”

He laughed, nervous and a little sheepish, the sound vibrating in the air between you. “Sorry, sorry. But to be fair you’re the one who dropped love bombs in the middle of a karaoke bar. So I didn’t start the awkwardness.”

You peeked out from beneath the pillow just far enough to glare at him, though your lips betrayed you with the start of a smile. “Wow. Way to throw me under the bus.”

“I’m just saying,” he teased, holding his hands up in mock defense. But his eyes softened as they lingered on you, and his voice dropped quieter. “You weren’t exactly subtle, you know.”

The playful spark fizzled into something heavier. Hugging the pillow tighter to your chest, your heart thudded so hard it almost drowned out your thoughts. You drew in a shaky breath, summoning every ounce of courage. “Yeah, well… I wasn’t lying last night. Not even a little.”

That made him still. The grin faded, and for a long moment he just looked at you, like he was trying to decide if he could let himself believe what he’d just heard. His eyes searched yours, so intent it made your breath catch, as though he was memorizing every detail of your face at that moment.

Finally, his shoulders eased, the tension melting away as a slow, genuine smile tugged at his lips. “Good,” he murmured, voice low but warm. “Because I wasn’t lying either.”

Your pulse skipped, and before you could even process, he reached out and tugged the pillow from your arms, tossing it aside. His hand found yours, fingers threading together with an ease that felt like it had been waiting years to happen.

“I meant every word I said last night, Y/N,” he continued, thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “I’ve felt it for so long, I just didn’t know how to say it without risking… this. Us.”

The emotion in his voice cracked your chest wide open, and you couldn’t stop the smile breaking over your face. “Aus…” you whispered, leaning closer.

He laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief, eyes bright with something unguarded and real. “I love you,” he said simply, like it was the easiest truth he’d ever spoke.

“Really?” you breathed, your voice almost trembling.

He leaned in, close enough that you could feel the soft tick of his breath against your lips. “Really. I love you,” he whispered, so certain, so steady. And then he kissed you.

It was slow at first, careful, like he was still testing the edges of something fragile. But when you leaned into him—fingers curling into his hoodie, pulling him closer—he let out the quietest sound, half relief, half disbelief, and the kiss deepened. Warmth bloomed in your chest, rushing through every nerve like fireworks, and for a moment, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it. “Told you karaoke night would end badly for my dignity,” he teased softly, still catching his breath.

You laughed, giddy and breathless, brushing your nose against his. “Yeah, but it ended perfectly for me.”

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authors note: thank you for all the support on part 1! please send in any requests because I am totally willing to write anything rn lmaoo! (suffering from a pretty bad case of lack of creativity) lmk what you guys thought of this story!

[kyokiez]

karaoke bar confessions | austin butler x reader

summary: at a karaoke bar, a drunken you confess your feelings for austin. pairing: Austin butler x fem!reader word count: 1.6k FLUFFFF!

part 2 -> ♡

Convincing Austin to come out to a karaoke bar had been a difficult task, and needed a lot of begging before he finally caved. You know how shy Austin is, despite his career as a global movie star, but he just can't seem to say no to you. You had met Austin a couple years ago on the set of ‘Once Upon a time in Hollywood’ and have been inseparable ever since, always going to each other's sets or having countless sleepovers. But now you're sitting in a crowded loud bar in LA, some model doing a horrific rendition of ‘Espresso’ as Austin comes back with another round of drinks.

“I’m gonna need a lot more of these if I have to listen to much more of this” Austin shouts over the noise, setting the drinks down before sliding into the booth next to you.

“You wouldn’t need to drink if you’d just get up there and sing one song!” You nudge his shoulder, smiling as he immediately shakes his head.

“It’s bad enough I agreed to come here, Y/N,” he says, still shaking his head. He picks up one of the shots he just bought and takes it down. “No way I’m getting up there.”

“Come on, Aus! Just one song! A duet, even! I’ll do it with you! Though you know how bad I am at singing.” You flash him your best puppy-dog eyes, pushing the act to the next level.

He leans back, crossing his arms with a grin. “I am nowhere near drunk enough to even consider falling for that act. So no, I'm not getting up there.” 

“You’re killing me, Austin!” You dramatically slump back in the booth “What’s the worst that could happen? You have literally sung in movies! You sing one song, and then we can forget it ever happened. It’s karaoke, not a talent show.”

He leans back and grins, clearly enjoying the banter. “If I sing, it’ll be the end of my very limited dignity, so no thanks.”

“Your dignity’s fine, trust me. It’ll be my dignity that’s in question when I try to carry us both through ‘I Will Survive.’” You raise an eyebrow, daring him.

Austin laughs, shaking his head. “I’m not letting you drag me into this. You’re on your own.”

“But I need you!” You lean in, lowering your voice to a mock-serious tone. “You’re the only one who can make me look like I kinda know what I’m doing.”

Austin smirks. “You’re lucky you’re so charming, Y/N, but it’s still a hard pass.”

You put your head down. “Ugh! Fine you win. For now…” You pout and eye the empty tray in front of you. “I’m gonna get us another round. But I promise you will end up on that stage before the night is over.”

He just chuckled as you walked away, silently praying that you’d drop it. 

The line at the bar was long, but it gave you time to plan your strategy. You knew Austin wasn’t one to cave easily, but you also knew he had a soft spot when it came to you having fun. If you kept pushing in just the right way, you’d have him on stage by midnight.

When you returned with another round, he’d already slid his long legs out of the booth, leaning back casually like he owned the place. He looked unfairly good for someone trying to stay invisible in a karaoke bar, cap low, hoodie pulled up, jawline still catching the dim neon glow.

“Round three,” you announced, sliding the drinks toward him.

“You’re trying to get me drunk,” he said, giving you that suspicious squint that always made you laugh.

“Trying? Oh, I’m absolutely succeeding.” You clinked your glass against his. “Cheers to lowering inhibitions.”

An hour later, the table was covered in empty glasses, the music had gotten louder, and you were buzzing, warm and bold and absolutely determined. Austin, meanwhile, was still stubbornly himself, relaxed and smiling, but unwilling to get anywhere near the stage.

“I can’t believe you,” you slurred slightly, poking him in the chest as another poor soul butchered a Britney classic. “You’re an actor. You’ve literally performed in front of millions. But this?” You gestured toward the stage with a dramatic sweep. “This is what scares you?”

“Exactly,” he deadpanned, though the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer. “Fine. If you won’t sing with me… I’ll just go up there alone.”

“Don’t you dare,” he warned, though laughter laced his voice.

You shot up from the booth, wobbling slightly on your feet, and he caught your wrist before you could bolt.

“Sit down, lightweight,” he said, tugging you gently back beside him. “You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You groaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder. “You’re no fun. You’re—” You stopped mid-complaint, your gaze drifting to him. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the dim neon glow, maybe it was just Austin himself, but he looked unfairly good. His smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the way he still looked at you like you were the only person in the room despite the chaos around you.

“You’re so perfect,” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

Austin froze, his smirk fading into something softer. “What?”

You blinked, realizing what you’d said, but the alcohol made it impossible to stop. You reached up and poked his cheek lightly, almost in awe. “How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you’re just a dream.”

For a moment, the noise of the bar seemed to fade. Austin’s expression shifted, somewhere between amused, flustered, and something else you couldn’t quite place. He shook his head, smiling a little as if trying to hide whatever he was really feeling.

“Okay,” he said, his voice gentle. “I think that’s enough drinks for you tonight.”

“Ausss I’m serious. I love you. But that's a secret. So I won't tell you about it.” You slur out before your drunk mind realizes what it's doing. 

“Y/N, you’re drunk.” He stares deeply into your eyes, expression unreadable as he pushes your hair back and continues. “An-and you don’t know what you’re saying.” His stutter gave away more than he probably meant.

You frowned at him, swaying closer, your hand still against his cheek. “I do know what I’m saying,” you whispered, words soft but heavy with sincerity. “You’re… you’re everything, Aus. You’ve always been.”

Austin swallowed hard, his thumb brushing against your temple as if he couldn’t stop himself. For a moment he looked like he might say something, something important, but instead he drew in a shaky breath and shook his head.

“You’ll regret saying this in the morning,” he muttered, though his voice cracked slightly, betraying him.

“I won’t.” You smiled sleepily, leaning into his hand. “I never regret you.”

Austin’s chest rose and fell as if he were holding himself back, like he was balancing on the edge of something dangerous. His eyes flicked down to your lips for the briefest second before darting away. He cleared his throat, pulling his hand back, forcing on a crooked grin.

“Alright, dreamer,” he said softly, though the teasing edge was weak. “Let’s get you some water before you declare me president of the universe too.”

You giggled, resting your head on his shoulder as he flagged down a server. But even as he pressed a glass of water into your hands and pretended to be unaffected, you could feel the way his arm stayed firm around you, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

You sipped the water, the coolness helping clear your head just enough to focus. The words were bubbling up before you could stop them, a pressure in your chest that demanded release.

“Austin?” Your voice was quieter now, slipping under the roar of the karaoke crowd.

He hummed in acknowledgment, turning his head slightly toward you.

“I know you’re worried that I’m drunk, and that I might regret or forget this.” You took a shaky breath, fingers curling around the glass in your hands. Your eyes found his, wide and vulnerable. “But I need to know… do you feel the same?”

For a heartbeat, he didn’t answer. His eyes locked on yours, searching, as though he was weighing every possible outcome. His jaw flexed, lips parting like he wanted to speak but couldn’t quite push the words out.

“Y/N…” he began softly, your name sounding almost reverent on his lips. He raked a hand through his hair, clearly torn. “You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to tell you…” He stopped, shaking his head, a humorless laugh escaping. “But this..this isn’t how I pictured it.”

Your heart lurched. “So you do feel it.”

He groaned under his breath, leaning back against the booth, one arm draped along the seat behind you. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. You’ve been—God, you’ve been everything to me for years, and I…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together as if admitting more would be dangerous.

You shifted closer, reaching for his hand. “Then say it. Please, Aus. Just tell me.”

His fingers tightened instinctively around yours, eyes closing briefly as though bracing himself. When he opened them again, they were soft, vulnerable in a way you’d rarely seen.

“I feel it,” he admitted finally, his voice low but steady. “Every damn day, I feel it.”

Your chest ached at the confession, and you couldn’t help the tears that pricked at your eyes, or the stupid smile that spreads across your face, whether from the alcohol, the music, or just him, you didn’t know.

Austin reached up, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone gently. “But when I tell you how much you mean to me, Y/N… I want you sober enough to believe it.”

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authors note: lmk if you'd like a part 2! this is my first time writing something like this, so i apologize if its bad lol! requests are totally open rn too because i def need some inspo

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small talk - tasm!peter x reader

hey this is my first ever post! lmk if you like it!

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Based on the Niall Horan song Small Talk 

*mentions of Gwen’s death*

Peter Parker sat alone in his room, the lyrics of a song echoing in his mind like a haunting melody. "Tell me what you want, because you know I want it too…" The words stirred memories of Gwen, of their dreams and the life they had planned together before tragedy struck.

It had been months since Gwen's death, and Peter had withdrawn into himself, consumed by guilt and grief. The small talk with Aunt May felt hollow, the concerned glances from friends passing through him like ghosts. All he could think about was Gwen—the promise he had made to her father to keep her safe, and how he had failed.

One evening, as Peter stood at Gwen's grave, Y/N appeared beside him. They had been friends through Gwen, and though their interactions had been sporadic since her passing, Y/N's presence now offered a quiet comfort. They stood in silence, sharing the weight of loss, until Y/N spoke softly.

"Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room," Y/N suggested, surprising Peter with her directness. Her words resonated with the ache in his heart, a longing to escape the suffocating grief that surrounded him.

In the days that followed, Y/N became a constant presence in Peter's life. They would meet at Gwen's grave, sharing stories and memories of the woman they both loved deeply. Y/N's empathy and quiet strength became a balm to Peter's shattered soul, slowly coaxing him out of his isolation.

"I've been thinking what I'd do when I'm alone with you," Peter finally confessed one day, his voice tinged with vulnerability. Y/N's gaze softened, understanding the weight of his words.

"Just say nothing, small talk only gets in the way," she murmured, her voice gentle yet firm. The sentiment echoed the song lyrics that had become the soundtrack of their unfolding love story—a story born from shared sorrow and a determination to heal.

As the days turned into weeks, Peter found himself slowly emerging from his cocoon of grief. Y/N's unwavering support and understanding gave him the courage to face his responsibilities once more. They would meet in quiet corners of the city, where Y/N would listen as Peter poured out his heartache and fears.

Their bond deepened with each passing day, built on shared sorrow and a determination to honor Gwen's memory. Peter began to see glimpses of the hero Gwen had always believed he could be, and Y/N was there every step of the way, cheering him on.

One evening, as they stood on the rooftop overlooking the city, Peter pulled Y/N into his arms. The city lights twinkled below them, a testament to the hope and resilience that still thrived in the face of darkness.

"Y/N," Peter whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for bringing me back to life."

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "We're in this together, Peter," she replied softly. "Tell me what you want, because you know I want it too."

In that moment, with the weight of their shared grief lifting like a veil, Peter knew he had found his anchor in Y/N. They would face the challenges ahead, knowing that Gwen's spirit would forever guide them. And as they embraced under the starlit sky, the song lyrics that had once been a lament became a promise of love and renewal.

Over the following months, Peter and Y/N navigated their grief together. They found solace in each other's company, leaning on one another during the darkest moments. Y/N's presence was a constant reminder that he was not alone, that there was still hope and love in the world despite the pain.

Their relationship grew stronger with each passing day, filled with quiet moments of understanding and shared laughter. They discovered new places in the city together, creating memories that replaced the ache of loss with the warmth of companionship.

One rainy evening, as they walked through Central Park hand in hand, Peter paused beside a bench overlooking the lake. The raindrops fell softly around them, the city sounds muffled by the gentle patter.

"Y/N," Peter began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "I never thought I could find happiness again after losing Gwen. But you've shown me that love can endure even in the darkest of times."

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Peter, you've shown me strength and resilience beyond measure," she replied softly. "You've taught me that even in our weakest moments, we can find the courage to stand tall."

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a spider. "I want you to have this," he said quietly, placing it in Y/N's palm. "As a reminder that you've woven your way into my heart, just like Gwen did."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her fingers tracing the pendant lovingly. "Peter, it's beautiful," she whispered, her voice catching with emotion. "I will cherish it always."And as they stood there in the rain, surrounded by the echoes of their past and the promise of their future, Peter Parker and Y/N forged a new chapter in their lives—a love story born from loss, nurtured by hope, and strengthened by the enduring legacy of the Amazing Spider-Man.