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[butlersbabe]

Austin Butler x Reader– Party of Three pt. II

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

tw: none i think just sappy stuff

w/c: 2.8k

part one 🫶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wise men say 

Only fools rush in

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

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

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

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

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

Like a river flows 

surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Somethings are meant to be.

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

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

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

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[butlersbabe]

Good Man’s Land-Cowboy!Austin Butler x Reader

a/n: This is my new 5-part series. An enemies to lovers type thing. I hope you all like it.

w/c: 3k

warnings: none…i think.

Part I.

When you were young, nothing mattered at Mama and Papa’s. An open field with a beautiful, mint green, two-story house plum in the middle of it. With bright purple window sills and a red door with a wreath reading “Y/L/N” in pretty, swirly letters, decorated with marigolds, baby’s breath, and a few other flowers you couldn’t quite name. A big brown dog, Chuck, would chase you around until he caught you, tackling you and giving too many kisses. Life wasn’t so hard there. 

Many years later, your dad said it was time to grow up. To be a woman. Someone who supported herself and didn’t rely on someone else to put food on a table. You didn’t rely on your dad to put food on a table, did you? You had a part time job, you never were completely reliant on her father. He didn’t quite see it that way. He believed you were ready to leave and make something of herself. Thing is, you weren’t ready.

“Dad, I can’t just leave and live on the street!” You shouted from across the island that separates you and your dad. “Y/N!” He shouts, cutting you off, “You’re 24. You graduated college, you’re a woman. You need to make something of your life.” Although your dad was completely right, you couldn’t help but reject the option of leaving home. “Please don’t be this way, dad. I’m not-“ He slammed his fist on the counter top, turning around to you slowly. “I cannot financially support you anymore, Y/N. I just can’t. After getting laid off a-and you don’t have a stable job. We’re only able to keep this apartment because of the life insurance.”

You knew your dad hated to mention that. You mom’s life insurance. She passed not even a year ago. She was in a car accident. And thanks to a highly intoxicated individual, she became just another statistic. Your dad had asked her to get groceries that night. And she never came home with the gallon of milk, a pound of ground beef, ketchup and grapes. He beat himself up about it everyday until not too long ago. You constantly reminded him of that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Except that 40 year old on his ninth Bud Light.

“We’re running out of money, Poppy.” Your dad grimaced, saying your nickname that only your family called you. Your grandma had said you played in the poppies in front of the house when you would come over. They were your favorite.

“We can’t afford anything anymore, I can’t afford anything.” He shakes his head. You nod, and without dinner, you make your way to your bedroom. Flopping on your bed, your face finally cracks. You let your tears fall and the day-old mascara ran down your face. What was she to do? She wasn’t getting kicked out, but not without good reason. You had nowhere to go and had to be out within two days. Sitting up and spare yourself the pity, you text your best friend, then a friend from college, they couldn’t take you in. Finally you land on your last option, calling Mama and Papa’s. You hadn’t been up there since god knows when. It was out of state, in the western part of Texas. Fifteen minutes just outside of Marfa. Being from Denver, you didn’t jive much with the flatland but Mama and Papa needed it for the ranch. And you used to love being out there.

Mama and Papa were old southern folk. The enjoyed their, for lack of a better term, boring landscape. It wasn’t as boring when your were 8. Thing was, you were older and they expect you to help out. Which you were willing to do as long as you got paid.

“Thirty bucks a day?!” You shout.

“It’s a good amount, Poppy. Our ranchhand only-”

“But I’m your granddaughter. You should want to help me.”

“You’re being selfish, Poppy.” Mama pauses, “Papa and I do want to help you. But you don’t get everything in this world for free.” She says in her soft voice as always.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. Just understand that we want you to know the importance of hard work.”

“Okay.”

“Be ready by tomorrow and we’ll fly you out.” She says, a sigh behind the statement. “Okay.”

You let your dad know about the plan and he helped you start packing a bunch of clothes. Against your will, he made you pack what seemed like a million pairs of jeans. A few pairs of shorts, a ton of t-shirts, and a pair boots that once belonged to your mom. That plus the clothes and sneakers you wore.

That next evening, you left on a plane to Austin, Texas, where your Mama and Papa met you. The greeted you with open arms and a bouquet of flowers. They took you home, a six hour and then some drive. Arriving at the ranch, it was dark. You step out of the car and grab two of the suitcases you brought, your Papa taking the other two.

Walking up the driveway, although it was nighttime, you noticed the house had turned nearly white. The red door had faded and peeled, the sign still hanging with the fake flowers surrounding it. Walking up the rickety steps, your mama opens the door for you and papa. The house smelled of pork chops, corn and mashed potatoes with homemade gravy. And she was right, all laid out on a made table was the food and some sweet tea.

“Austin must’ve fixed supper.” Mama told Papa. He nodded his head and agreed. “Looks like he did.” Papa replied sarcastically. “Thank you for the clarification, sweetheart. Papa, why don’t you take her stuff up to her room?” Your grandmother asks her husband. He nods and heads upstairs with the bags he had, he’ll be back for the rest. You didn’t know who “Austin” was but you were almost completely sure it was the ranchhand who was some middle aged man with a bald spot who chronically sweats all the time. But he slept in your dad’s childhood bedroom. You would sleep in the guest room, just down the hall from your dad’s old room, luckily there was a window and a furnace.

“So, Y/N,” Mama said, digging into her meal. Before taking a bite she continues, “Work starts at 8am, tomorrow. I’ll be out around 10. Papa and Austin will be up and out in the field before the sun is even up. You’ll find them and they’ll help you out with what morning chores there are. You should be done just in the afternoon. Maybe 5?” Your eyes widen at the initial schedule. It wasn’t really ideal that you’d be given a strict itinerary for the next…however long you were going to be there.

“Oh okay.” You furrow your eyebrows and scrape more mashed potatoes off your plate into your mouth. “Austin is our helper. He lives in your daddy’s old room. He’s a few years older than you. Such a nice young gentleman. A hard worker too.”

“Okay, so he’s a guy who just works here and lives here too?” Great.

“Yes!” Too chipper, Mama. “You’ll meet him in the morning and get done with morning chores, feeding the chickens, hogs and cattle. You’ll wash and feed the horses, we have only four now, Aretha passed a few years back,”

“No! Not Aretha!” You chimed in with a frown.

“She felt no pain, I promise. But we bought Diana, Elvis, and last year we got Jagger from a breeder. They're gentle. Papa and Austin will help you saddle up on Jag. You’ll be riding him most of the time.” She says finishing her plate, “You’ll get on a combine and a couple tractors before this visit is over but I won’t put you on one tomorrow.”

You felt so in over your head. You’ve never done anything like this. You truly didn’t know what to think when Mama told you about your new routine.

“Saturdays are only half days, get up at 6, be done by 3, I’ll give you Sundays off for church and such.”

You didn’t go to church. You weren’t really even religious after these past some odd years but you were going to take advantage of those days off.

“We have farmer’s market days up in town square on every other Tuesday morning. On those days, you’ll come with me and Papa and Austin will stay here to tend to the farm.” Okay, Tuesday is pretty soon. “But since you’re still learning, I’ll leave you here for the first one.” Shit.

“We also need to get you a new wardrobe. I should have some old button ups in the attic. Papa will get you those before heading off to bed. You’re a farmhand now, you oughta look like one.” She scoffs. She’s never really liked your ripped jeans or your big shirts. Your messy hair or your outrageous use of jewelry. “The only piece of jewelry that’s should be on your body-“

“On your body is a wedding ring, yes, okay, Mama. I get that but I will never get that. I like the multiple rings. Helps me forget that I may never have a husband. Which I’m completely fine with!” You interrupt her, getting up and placing your plate and silverware in the sink, rinsing them off and placing them on a towel next to the sink.

“Whatever, Poppy.” She shrugs off. “I’m going to bed. Be ready for tomorrow.”

You hear the roosters hollering through the open window and the sound of hooves trotting the open land. You wake up to check your phone. 7:41am. Stretching, you let out an ungodly sound and rolled off the bed towards your suitcase. Within 15 minutes you had thrown your hair into a low ponytail, put on holeless jeans, a bra, wifebeater, and a button up. Finishing with your mom’s worn out boots. You felt so out of place. You winced at the thought of leaving your phone alone for a whole day.

Walking outside, Mama’s already shooing the chickens into the coop while a dog you’ve never seen chases them around. Chuck rested on the porch, beating the hot morning glow. You spot Papa and the back of a blond head who has to be Austin talk while the horses graze on what little grass there was next to the pigpens. “Good morning, sunshine!” Papa raised a hand, calling you over. “Let’s get you on a horse!” He happily says, Austin turning his horse around to see you. Austin. You make your way over in a hurry, not wanting to make them wait any longer than they already had. Walking up to your Papa, he introduces you to the live-in.

“Y/N, this is Austin. Austin, this is my granddaughter, Y/N. This pretty girl here is Diana and that handsome boy is Elvis. Her grandma calls her Poppy but don’t worry about any ridiculous nicknames yet. Let’s get you on a horse.” You look at the boy and he tips his hat at you then offers a hand to shake. “Howdy.”

You walk next to them while they walk you to the stables. A black horse stands behind a gate, already having the reins and saddle on. “Just go in there, introduce yourself and walk him out.” So, you walk in cautiously and begin to pet his nose and neck. You walk him out, the other horses moving out of the way. “Don’t you worry your pretty little heart about experience, he’s very well trained for a youngin’. Listens well, doesn’t freak out very often. I think you’re in for a treat with this one here.” He reaches over and pets the steed. “Just grab the horn, place the other on the pommel, take your foot, put it in the stirrup and swing the other over.” He said all these words like you knew what he was saying but somehow, after nearly 20 minutes, you get up and situate yourself.

“Now, give him a little kick with your heels, and I mean a good kick but you don’t want to startle him so bad he takes off.” You swallow at the directions, you could kick him so soft he never gets going or you kick him too hard to the point he takes off and kills you. But you do it, and he starts to walk. “Now let your hips follow his movements. Steering is just like a car,” which you never learned how to drive, “And to make him stop, you just pull back, using your upper body weight. And to make him trot, you kick again, and just bounce with him a bit more.” Your Papa says, him and Austin’s horses taking off into a light jog, you following after a few seconds. “You’re a natural!” Austin hollers back to you. Now you were no equestrian but you definitely caught on a lot faster than you’d thought you would.

Papa stops his horse and turns her to you and Austin’s. “Austin, my boy, will you take Y/N around? Let her get a feel for riding. Bring her back in about 30 minutes?”

“Yes, sir.” He obliged, “C’mon, cowgirl!” He began trotting again, but a bit faster. You sped Jagger up but not to Elvis’s speed. “Austin! Wait up!” You laugh, shouting for a bit of sympathy but he continues to get faster with each step. “Austin!” You kick your horse to make him go just a bit faster. “Please!” This wasn’t fun anymore. You kept getting quicker and quicker until you felt unable to control Jagger. “Austin!” Jagger was running for the hills, he passed Elvis in no time. You cock your head back, giving the blond a terrified look. Before you know it, Austin and Elvis are right next to you, Austin reaching over to grab the reins just in time to slow you down before the river bank. “Woah, babe.” He says to the horse, calming him down.

You give Austin a dirty look, “Why did you do that? I

couldn’t even stop him.” He laughs like the situation is some big joke, “A little fun never killed, nobody.” His slight southern drawl follows the chuckling. “Besides, if you held this right, you could’ve stopped him.” Austin reaches over to your set of reins and you pull away, moving the horse. “Stop, I know how to hold them,” You sternly say even though you most definitely had no clue what the exact way was. “I’m just trying to help.” You two bicker back and forth until the horses bump into each other, making Jagger stand on his hind legs, you hit the ground, with a harsh thud, feeling a bruise on your arm already.

It goes silent.

“Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-”

“Whatever.” You huff, getting up off the ground, fully in pain. You take the horse by the reins and begin walking him back to the house about 1200 yards out. “You go back, I’ll walk Jagger back.” You limped away. Austin turned Elvis back towards you and the way home. “Come on, Y/N. I said I was sorry.” He pleaded with you. “Go home, Austin. Tell Mama and Papa I just wanted to see how I’d do alone.” You said through grit teeth. He scoffs and rides back home, leaving you to stumble through the thick growth of the land.

It takes you much longer to get home than a measly 30 minutes. Mama runs up to you and holds your jaw that was already growing a light yellowish-purple on the right side. “Oh Poppy, what happened?” You shake her hands off of you due to the slight pain it gave you. “I asked Austin if I could ride alone and I guess I can’t. Jagger threw me off-”

“Baby! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. He’s never done that with me. I’ll make sure Austin goes with you every time you’re out until he’s broken to you.” She sighs heavily, petting your hair. Not the plan but you’d get out of it somehow. You don’t want that asshole around you any more than he has to. “Well.” You heard Papa’s voice. “Get back up there, we have work to do.”

Papa helped you back up onto Jagger and off you went back into the field, wrangling up the cattle into the pens so you could feed them. Some time later it was lunchtime. Mama had made sandwiches to your liking. Papa had a bologna sandwich, Austin’s was a BLT, and you had a grilled hot ham and cheese.

“So, Y/N,” Papa started, “How’s the first day?”

“It’s good. Other than being thrown off a horse. It’s good.”

Austin laughed and your head snapped towards him. “What’s so funny?” You ask, the pressure of anger rising in the back of your throat. “Nothing, dear.” He laughs again, you didn’t like that. “Don’t call me that.” You sneered.

The workday ended at five. Papa called it an easy day. Didn’t feel easy. Things felt like they were going to be tough now. Your dad kicked you out, you have to work on a farm for god knows how long, you’re going to deal with a blond, pretty boy know-it-all. You feel so stuck and out of place. This couldn’t be how life was going. Shouldn’t be.

Your heart was heavy while you sat in the bathtub. It felt as if the weight was dragging you deeper and deeper into the water that had turned lukewarm. You breathe out of your nose, the bubbles rising until your body emerges from the water.

“You alright in there?” Austin’s muffled voice asks next to a knock in the door. “Yeah, I’m just fine.” And you sunk back into the water hoping God or something would change your situation. Hoping you’d wake up in a new place.

-part two 🤠

[butlersbabe]

Good Man’s Land– Cowboy!A.B. x reader

a/n: lemme just say, y’all are the real mvps for being so patient with me on this chapter. writers block and just being very unmotivated has really put a damper on my craft. i really appreciate all of you who have stuck with me. i love you all <3

warnings: drama drama drama. a couple time jumps. i took forever on this so if there’s something wrong, PLEASE lmk. swear words, mentions of sex, so maybe minors dni just in case. light angst. a pinch of fluff. this chapter is a fucking mess, i’m so sorry. it’ll get good, i promise.

w/c: like 3.3k? idk

be ready for lots of fluff AND angst next chapter 👹

part two 🐮

Part III.

You knew Austin was really close to Olivia. That didn’t bother you. But she really liked him. And you could tell she liked him. And that’s…That’s okay. Austin wasn’t yours. You guys just had sex once. That doesn’t mean he’s yours. Austin wasn’t yours. Hell, you didn’t even like the guy a week ago, why do you feel a burning pit of jealousy deep in your stomach?

“Olivia!” Mama got up and went to hug her, “It’s so nice to see you again, gorgeous.” Olivia was gorgeous. Perfect teeth, perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect. She was perfect. Papa even said hello before the two sat down on the couch practically on top of each other. You sat on the other end, shoving your face in your phone hoping everything would stay out of sight, out of mind. “How have you been?” Papa asks, opening the newspaper while Mama heads to the kitchen to finish supper. “I’ve been well, Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Just call me Papa, Mr. Y/L/N was my father’s name,” He chuckled.

Fuck, not her too.

“Okay, Papa.” Olivia smiles and settles into Austin’s arm that continues to stay glued to her hip. “I’m moving back to Marfa! On Oak Street! The cutest little townhouse you’ve ever seen. My parents decided Dallas was more their style. I tend to gravitate towards small town living.”

“That’s lovely, Olivia!” Mama hollers from the kitchen. “Yes! And I already have a job at the bank!” She exclaimed. “Amazing! That’s amazing, honey.”

You can’t recount how long it took Mama to finish supper. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t ever going to end. Luckily it did after an actual 15 minutes. The meal was finished in that time too. With it still being only around 8:30 pm, Austin suggested watching a movie. Mama and Papa figured it would be fine, but the two would end up leaving after 30 minutes. The movie wasn't all that great, anyways. That’s why you left an hour after the movie had started. You also couldn't stand watching the two cuddle and laugh at the film. It disgusted you for some reason. They looked so meant to be, it made your stomach turn.

“I’m going to bed.” You say, getting up, taking your phone and placing it on the side table so you could gather your blanket up. Chuck, a cow dog that thought he was a lap dog, hops from his place on your legs and follows you. Austin throws his free hand up and groans at you. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’. This is the best part.” You ignore him and keep on your way to your room, dragging your blanket with you. “Goodnight, Y/N!” Olivia hollers, Austin says the same right after.

In your room, you and Chuck enjoy the silence of the room but you're still confused as to why you felt such disgust while in the room with the two of them alone. It was obviously jealousy but you couldn't exactly figure out what else was tugging your nerves. You strip down to your bra and underwear from the hoodie you wore to hide anything and see the marks Austin left along your collarbones and breasts. Unhooking the bra, you took it to your hamper and threw it in then grabbed a shirt that had belonged to Austin. Your grandma didn’t like getting rid of clothes so you had accepted any shirts he’d wanted to get rid of. Cleaning the shirt didn't really get rid of his smell though. Shuffling over to your bed, you noticed your phone was missing. You asked Chuck if he knew where it was. He whines at you. You already knew you had left it downstairs with the happy couple. Your eyes couldn't roll far enough. Slipping your house shoes on, you make your way out of the door and to the creaky-floored hallway. You could hear your Papa’s snoring over the movie playing down in the living room. Luckily the floor stopped creaking at the stairs, it was starting to get annoying and you didn't want to wake your Mama up, she’s a light sleeper.

You turn the corner to the living room and see Olivia and Austin nearly eating each other’s faces off. You hit the corner, only paying attention to the pair making out on the couch. You startled them and they quickly disconnected. Before you could listen to what Austin was about to say, you quickly turned and made your way up the stairs, forgetting the phone. The burning was unbearable. It sat in the back of your throat, begging to be let out. Unintentionally, you slam the door. You stand before the mirror again and pull the collar of the shirt down to peek at the hickies again. Finally, you broke. You felt used. You didn't want to believe you’d given something to a man who already had access to it. He only came to apologize for getting into your pants. Sadness turned to anger. Heartbreak. Whatever it was. You felt played for a fool. Thankfully, Chuck was there to ease the pain.

The next morning, you’re up before Austin and Mama. You get up and pull out a button up and jeans and get dressed. You let your hair do its own thing, placing a cowboy hat over the messy strands. Walking out of your room and down the stairs, you met Papa in the kitchen. “Good morning, Papa.” you alarm him. He turns with a confused smile on his face, “Mornin’, Pops,” He answers. “Whatcha up so early for?” He was bewildered, completely stunned that you could even wake up this early. “I’m just ready to get started with the day. And I was out a bit late yesterday morning.” You say, grabbing a rice cake and the peanut butter jar. “What's on the agenda today, Papa?” You spread the chunky peanut butter across the cake piece. “Well, we're gonna go get the cows fed, count the chickens, then we gotta go to town and get some groceries. Austin can get the hogs fed and washed while we do that.”

You nod and head outside with him, wiping your hands on your denim clad legs. Jagger, Elvis and Diana are all making a fuss in the stables, ready for their day. You and Papa take your horses, leaving Elvis for Austin as per usual, and make your way to get the cows fed. Feed bags rested on the back sides of the horses. The four of you go out to where the cattle are and start to sprinkle some cake pellets to lead them to the hay bales. “C’mon, ladies!” Papa hollers at the cows. He points out Lady Marmalade, a pregnant milk cow who’s spots and blobs make it look like she’s wearing some hairy lingerie. He tells you about how she’s gonna pop any day now and you two had to figure out how to get her into the pen for observation. You warned that that specific job may be for him and Austin. He agreed.

Once that was done, Austin met you and Papa in the chicken coop area. You collected eggs while Papa milked a few cows just feet away from the coop . The hens were a bit feisty today, but you told yourself you weren’t going to fight anyone or anything today. “G’mornin’, sunshine.” He said towards you, his bright white teeth presented in a smile. “Go away.” You hiss, finishing the egg collecting. “What?” He laughs, acting stupid about the whole him-and-olivia-making-out-on-the-couch-last-night thing. “Don’t you have a face to be sucking off, right now?” You ask, passing him but not without a possibly intentional shoulder check. “No, I don’t. The only one I want to be doing that with is you.” He follows you to the house and inside the kitchen. “Really? Because you made it seem like Olivia’s face was so delicious last night.” He rolls his eyes and throws his arm midway up. “I don’t like her, Y/N. I rather hang around you and your laugh and your smile. I like hearing you making fun of my accent or the way I walk.” He said, “I really enjoy your company, and we just got caught up in the moment. Nothing happened. I promise you, Poppy.”

“Don’t ever call me that.” You didn’t know why but your anger had reached a peak. He was telling you how much he adored your presence but you saw him enjoying someone else’s last night. He didn’t think you were stupid, right? “You can call my grandparents Mama and Papa all you want but that does not give you the right to call me Poppy. They’ve earned getting to call me a nickname. All you do is play with my emotions. And I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You stammer with fat tears gathering in your eyes. Why were you about to cry? After placing the eggs in the crate on the counter, you walk past him once again. On your way to busy yourself with more chores.

Sitting in the passenger's seat, you listen to the radio as you and Papa drive down the dirt road. It was some old love song with a happy ending. You hated it. “Papa,” you sit back in your seat from your prior position, perched on the open-windowed door. “How did you know you liked Mama?” You ask, letting out a huff. He chuckles and looks at you with a smile that could be described as “I already know what this is about”. He placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. “I knew I liked Mama when I started hating seeing her talk to other boys our age. I hated seeing her smile at any other boy that wasn’t me. I hated knowing that I wasn’t the only guy who’s jokes she’d laughed at.” He replaces the hand back on the wheel with the other.

“You like Austin, don’t you?”

Your brows furrowed and you shot him a dirty look. “Absolutely not. He’s an asshole-”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry. He’s an a-hole. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him.” You cross your arms and rest them on your chest. It was true, you really didn’t like him, that’s what you kept telling yourself at least. “I like boys who don’t bully me and mess with my feelings.”

“So you do like him. And that’s okay. Mama and I knew there was a chance that you two would get a little cozy with one another. But we didn’t expect it so suddenly.” He spoke in a way that sounded so wise but he was only stating facts. “I believe that you and him should probably revert back to just coworkers, friends, you know? Just so you don’t get hurt.” He pets your hair and looks at you for a split second. All he wanted was the best for you. And maybe Austin wasn’t that. “Mama wants you guys to do what feels right.” And for some reason, Austin had felt right.

“But I do like him, Papa.” You peep, turning your head to look out the window. “I don’t want to be just coworkers. I want him to like me back but he just likes that Olivia girl.” You hiss. He laughs at you and shakes his head before explaining that “He and Olivia had been messing around for years now. If they haven't gotten together by now, they probably never will.”

“What if he doesn’t want to be with me?”

“So what if he doesn’t? He’s a dirty, ole cattleman who will be here until he decides it’s time to leave. And he’s been working for us for nearly 8 years. Go find you a man who is a bit more in your comfort zone. Someone who thrives in the city and wants a big house in the suburbs. Don’t settle for our ranch hand because he has blond hair and blue eyes.”

Papa knew what you wanted, you’d talked about it since when you were young. But maybe that’s changed all because of Austin. Maybe you’d be okay with living in the country and being a farm lady. Have four kids and two dogs. A few barn cats and assorted animals. You kinda hoped that things would lead to you really wanting that with him. But Papa was right. Why were you really considering even being with Austin? You questioned just about everything that had to do with his name.

“You’re right.”

Back at the house after all the groceries were bought, Mama had you put up all of them while the men were off doing god knows what. You left out hamburger meat to thaw and let hamburger buns. The other dog, who’s name you’d learned was Hank, sat next to you and begged for you to drop literally any. He wasn’t supposed to eat any human food otherwise he’d want more. So you drop the slightest piece of raw meat on the ground. “Don’t tell Mama.” You whisper to him.

“Poppyseed, you better not be giving that damn dog any food.”

“I’m not!” Well, not anymore.

A week flies by.

You and Austin had spoken to each other only during work hours. Stayed up thinking about how things would’ve worked out if you had just stayed home. If dad had made enough money. If mom hadn’t passed. If you just hadn’t met Austin. Anything but the situation you were in right now. You worked your ass off. Just trying to distract yourself from the cowboy. You saw Olivia twice. Once at church and then the grocery store. Austin usually went to see her at the bank or her home.

The day continues on. You held onto what grandpa said about not settling. And he was right. You shouldn’t have to let all your plans go to waste because you liked a hillbilly from Marfa, Texas. You didn’t want to live on a farm for the rest of your life, you wanted to be anywhere but. However, you’d gladly do that for him…Funny what simple infatuation does. You stayed away from Austin as much as you could. You didn’t want to get caught up in another talk again. It broke your heart how much he seemed he cared but maybe he didn’t care at all.

Usually, Papa and Mama were in bed at 8:30 pm. But oddly, they were still up at 10. You could tell they were discussing something, it seemed really serious. They weren’t yelling but they definitely were talking with a purpose. It didn’t frighten you but curiosity definitely was present. But you digress. You keep on your way to the kitchen past their room. You meet Austin there, quickly turn around to go back to your room. You’d get water later or something.

“Hey. Don’t leave, please.” He asks. He sighs and you walk back into the kitchen. “I really apologize, Y/N. I didn’t realize how much seeing me with Olivia would hurt you. I didn’t even think you cared about me like that.” Austin says, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t.” You lied, taking a glass from the cupboard. “Yeah, I was upset but that doesn’t mean I like you.” You filled the glass with ice and water before sitting it down on the counter. “If you don’t like me, why wouldn’t you just brush it off?”

“I don’t like you, Austin.”

“You’re lying. And I hope you are because after that night, I realized how much I might actually like you too.” He says, words started to get caught up in his throat. “Even before then, I felt a way towards you. I knew I couldn’t help it and it just came out wrong. I hate that I treated you so badly in the beginning because when it started to matter, you didn’t want to talk to me. That’s why I came and apologized. And now you don’t talk to me unless we’re out on those damn horses.”

“And then you fucked me and made out with Olivia the next day.”

“I was confused, Y/N! I didn’t want to like you, I was hoping something would spark between her and I. It’s fucked, I know-”

“Yeah, it is fucked. I really thought you could’ve been one of those guys who stuck with one girl but you don’t. And that’s fine but I will not be one of your pawns.”

“Y/N, you’re not. I like you.”

You had to leave. Your glass of water stayed in the kitchen, but you had to go away as soon as you could. Damn, you sure cried a lot here. But it made sense. Everything that’s been going on, it’s been a lot on you. Now this? Austin’s just going to admit his stupid feelings? You didn’t understand. You felt him following you as you quickly walked to your room. He said your name in hope you’d turn and stop but you didn’t. You kept on until you reached your room, slamming the door. He comes bursting in just seconds after, closing the door as softly as he could being so riled up.

“Get out!” You say through your grit teeth. He obviously wasn’t going to do that so you shove him, barely moving an inch. “Go away! I don’t want to look at you!” Your eyes are clouded with tears and you go to shove him but he catches your wrists and pulls you into his embrace. His hold on you was solid but caring and when you tried to pull away, you wouldn’t budge. “Y/N, stop, please.”

“No! You stop!” Your voice is soft but so full of emotion. Anger, sadness, regret. You didn’t exactly know what was going on with your feelings. “Y/N, stop. Please. Let me talk.” You become less frantic give about 30 seconds and you look at Austin, trying to keep your cool. He lets go of you and walks over to your bed. You follow and sit next to him. His fingers run through his hair before starting to talk. You could tell he was nervous.

“Look, Y/N…” He starts, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “I really do like you. And I was hoping that maybe you’d be so kind as to let me have a chance. Or at least a do-over.” Austin’s eyes finally find yours, they’re soft and vulnerable, something you’ve never seen before. “I just really have started to care for you and I’ve realized that I wouldn’t mind hearing your laugh everyday or just being around you.”

“Austin, you don’t mean that.”

“I really do.” His hand finds a spot on your thigh, his eyes still connected with yours. “So, if you’d be so nice enough as to let me have a chance, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“Dinner? Where?”

“Planet Marfa. It’s a little bar and restaurant. It’s cute and I want to take you there. We’ll eat and dance, I promise it will be worth it. So, can I take you?”

As much as this man has hurt you in the past, you still wanted to go. You liked him and that wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You really wanted to give him a chance and he seemed serious about it. “Sure.” You say with subtle uncertainty. But you were so excited to say the least. This is what you wanted and you finally had it.

“Great.” Austin leans in to give you a small kiss. “Amazing, actually. You’ve made me a happy man. We’ll go Friday night?” He says getting up and walking backwards to the door. “Friday night, got it.” You smiled. And he walked out, but then opened the door again to say good night. As he closes the door again, you have a giddy grin that couldn’t go away. You were going on a date…with Austin.

You throw the covers over your body and pick up your phone to text your dad.

hey, dad! i just wanted you to know i’m going on a date this friday :)

He answered almost immediately which didn’t surprise you a bit. His job didn’t allow him much sleep.

That’s great, baby! What’s their name?

his name is austin! he works at the ranch with mama, papa, and i.

You’re falling in love with a cowboy? Why am I not surprised?

lol. i’m excited. but i just wanted to let you know! goodnight &lt;3

goodnight, baby. i’m happy for you.

You turn your phone off and sit it back on the nightstand. You fell asleep happy, such an opposite feeling that what you were just feeling. Something you hadn’t done in a while. This was going to be good, you were going to make sure of it. You couldn’t let this cowboy break you heart again.

part four 🔥

[butlersbabe]

Good Man’s Land- Cowboy!A.B. x Reader

a/n: hi! second part, i really hope you all like it. but! this part contains smut so MINORS DNI!! Thank you for the support <3 austin’s a dick for a while but then things get…confusing? yeah. anyways. enjoy!

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part one 🤠

Part II.

You wake up to the smell of bacon and biscuits and gravy. Looking at your phone, it displays the time as 9am, Sunday. You've been working for about five days, finally you're getting the hang of things. “Poppy! Get ready for church!” You heard your grandmother holler from the kitchen. You sigh and pull yourself out of bed, going to the closet to pick out a dress for church. You pick out a beige shin-length, long sleeve, button up dress. You paired it with a belt and brown sandals. You pull your hair back into a ponytail with some loose strands.

You made your way to the kitchen after about 20 minutes. You walk in and bid your grandparents a goodmorning. You scoop gravy into the bowl you and and tore up a biscuit then mixed it up, picking a couple pieces of bacon and plopping them into the mess. Sitting down in the only open chair next to Austin, he stands right up and takes his plate to the sink. “Good food as always, Mama.” He said and then went upstairs to change. You hated that he called Mama…well, Mama. That was what you called her. He called Papa, Papa, Pops, sometimes. It made your skin crawl that he could just call them that.

You and Austin’s petty comments and bitter exchanges have become routine when your grandparents weren’t around. He criticized your riding abilities, the way you washed the animals, and your clothes. But you did the same. You two couldn’t stand each other.

“Poppyseed, you’re going to church with just Austin today. Papa and I have to build another coop for the chickens. Let Pastor Smith know we are sad we have to miss, but he’ll send you home with a pamphlet and we’ll watch it on the Facebook after we get done.” Your luck never prevailed. You’d get stuck with Austin for all sorts of things and now you had to go to church with him. “Okay, Mama.” You wanted to roll your eyes but she was a no bullshit kind of lady. She’d send you to bed without dinner and get your happy ass up at 5.

“His friend should meet you there.”

When she said friend you’d hoped she meant a man friend but nonetheless, she was a female. She’d met you in the parking lot after the silent drive into town. “Austin!” The girl squealed. She was blonde and was around your age. “Olivia, hi!” He’d cheerfully exclaimed, letting the blonde wrap her arms around his neck as he picked her up. You awkwardly third wheel the event happening. He places her down and looks at you. “Hi, there!”

“Hi.” You wave, unenthused.

“I’m Olivia, you must be-”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, yes!” She grinned, shaking your hand. “Austin has told me so much about you!” You laugh and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “All good things, I’m sure.” She just giggles the question off. “Let’s go inside? It’s too hot out here. The devil should’ve stayed in Georgia and left Texas alone.”

The service was long and boring. You didn’t expect it to be any other way.

On the drive home, you finally pipe up. “She your girlfriend or something?” He laughs and looks at you for a second then back to the road. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Your eyes practically roll themselves at this point. “No, I could just tell you like her and she likes you.” His head shakes and he grips the steering wheel with both hands. “Nah, we don’t like each other like that. We’re just close.” That was a load of bullshit, you thought.

“Whatever.”

Getting home around lunchtime, you both came in to eat. After that is done, you get back into something a bit more comfortable, a t-shirt and some shorts. “Y/N.” Your grandmother speaks to you. “Yes, mama?” You answered. “I know you and Austin don’t get along-” Shit, she knew, “But, I appreciate you trying to get along with him. I promise nothing lasts forever.” You knew that. You hated admitting such a simple fact. But this most definitely had the means to do so. “Now, will you go holler at him? I think you two should go fishing. Maybe talk out your indifferences, maybe catch some dinner?” You give her a look riddled with annoyance. You could go your whole life without sitting at the lake with Austin for two silent hours.

You spin on your heels and take yourself to the top of the staircase. Walking to the end of the hall, you make your way to Austin’s room. “Hey,” You open the door to reveal Austin only clad in underwear. You froze. You couldn't move. Until you did. You close the door to where only the slightest crack was present. “Uh, hey, Austin. Mama wants us to go fishing.” You peep. “Just meet me in the living room.”

Give or take about ten minutes and he’s downstairs in jeans, boots and a t-shirt. “You ready?” He asks you. You nod and go to the door, pulling on your boots. The two of you walk outside and to the shed. He takes the fishing gear you two needed and starts down to the pond. He doesn’t even ask you to follow him, he just gets going. “Really, asshole?” You scoff.

The folding chairs you’d brought to the river were surprisingly comfortable. Thank god for that, you’d already been sitting in one place for nearly an hour and caught nothing. Austin, on the other hand, was on his 3rd fish. All medium sized rainbow trout. “This isn’t any fun.” You croak. “It’d be fun if you’d just wait. So what the fish ain’t biting? It’ll happen soon.”

“No, it won’t. They’re not biting my line, only yours.”

“Do you ever not complain?” Austin asked, looking at you with a smug face. “I’m serious because you sure do it a lot. And I understand that you’re just some spoiled little brat from California or somewhere but you know you don’t have to bitch about each and every single little inconvenience you’ve had in your life, right?” His words roll off his tongue covered in poison. You turn to look into the blonde’s eyes with disbelief. He was really going in on you for no reason. Just tryingm“You know, in my 30 years on this earth I've never met someone as gripy and ungrateful as you.”

Austin left you speechless. Spoiled? Bitchy? Ungrateful. That’s what he thought about you. You turn your head and keep your tongue between your teeth. A pressure sat at the back of your throat. You wanted to cry but you weren’t about to let Austin see that. To let Austin see you cry would be him winning. And you couldn’t let that happen.

“Whatever.” You mutter.

When you both arrived back at the house, you about 30 minutes earlier, Mama had already started fixing up supper. Austin stayed outside and cleaned the fish. You helped Mama inside. “I don’t like Austin, Mama.” You sulked, cutting the potatoes. “He called me spoiled or whatever.” Mama tsked and greased a skillet up. “I know, Poppy girl. As soon as I can give you enough money, I swear I’ll get you out of here. I’ll make sure you get a good place to stay. Even if it’s not in Marfa, hell, I’ll even get you out of Texas.”

“Thank you, Mama.”

“Here, Mama. 7 filleted fish for your pleasure!” Austin hollers, placing the fish meat on the counter. “Should be enough for all of us.”

“I don’t like fish, honestly. I really only eat salmon. You guys just eat up.”

“You only eat Salmon. Crazy.”

“Yeah, because having preferences is so fucking crazy, isn’t it?”

“Poppy!” Mama yelled.

“What? If he gets to say things so out of pocket, why can’t I?” You roll your eyes.

Mama gives both of you a stern look. You shake your head and go back to cutting the carrots. “Austin, just go to the back porch and start the laundry.” He hums and you hear his footsteps disappear. You clench your jaw and count your blessings. You could have to stay here forever, thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

Dinner was…quiet. Nothing unusual though.

“It’s good, Mama.” You pipe up. Choking down the fried trout, you mix it with the chopped veggies. It made eating the fish less painful. “Thank you, baby.” Papa finished his plate, and cleaned up. “Thank you, Mama. It was very delicious, dear.” He came to where she sat and started squeezing her shoulders. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed, I’ll do the dishes tonight.” She nods and gets up from her chair and heads up stairs. “Goodnight, kids.” She says, and waves to us before leaving to go get ready for bed.

Papa begins to wash dishes until Austin gets up and takes over for him. “Go ahead and get to bed. I’ll do this.” His voice rings through the quiet kitchen. “Thank you, my boy,”

“Of course. Goodnight, sir.”

“Goodnight, Austin. Goodnight, Pops.” He comes to you and kisses your cheek and he takes off to bed. “Goodnight.” You bid him.

You didn’t finish your plate. Tonight’s meal wasn’t your favorite. You sweep off the fish and veggies into the trash and sit the plate next to the sink for Austin to wash. He glares at you and you turn on your heels to get to the stairs. “You couldn’t have even rinsed it off?” He jeers, not even looking at you. “You’re in the way.” You say turning and crossing your arms. “You’re lazy.” He retorts, finally turning. “You’re entitled. Just because you’ve worked here for however long doesn’t mean-“

“Shut up.” He says turning back around.

“Fuck you!” You shout, stomping up the stairs and slamming the door. You needed to shower, you needed to cool down and get the fish stink off of you. It was critical that you do this before you punch a wall, which you’d never do, but you definitely could if you didn’t mind a broken fist.

Once in the bathroom, you strip down to nothing and step into the tub and turn on the shower head. The water was freezing, as it needed to be. You let the cold water run down your face and head, taking your breath away. “Fuck,” You muttered under your breath. You sit and think. You did that very well in the shower. If you couldn’t be anywhere but here, you’d take the chance in two seconds.

You get dressed in just a tank top and boxer shorts back in your room. Checking your phone one more time before bed, you plug it in, turn off the lamp, and get under the covers. Today had been the longest in a while. Longer than the 24 hours it had taken you to transfer from city life to country bumpkin. Your eyes become heavy and finally, sweet rest.

A knock wakes you up from your short lived slumber. You turn on the light and get up. You really hoped that your grandma wasn’t about to lecture you on saying sorry and making up with Austin. However, when you turn the knob, you reveal a shirtless Austin with tacky pajama pants on. “Can I come in?” He asks. You weren’t about to get lectured by Austin instead. No fucking way. “No, I cannot let you in here. I don’t need whatever huge speech you have prepared about how lazy and spoiled I am-“

“No, it’s not that,” He walks past you, closing the door, “I wanted to say I’m sorry.” Austin takes a spot on your bed, the creak pangs through the room. You go to the other side and sit like you previously were. “I felt bad for making you cry and-“

“Wait, you saw me crying?”

“Yeah, I did. I didn’t want to say anything though. I was awful to you. Since the day you got here. And I really shouldn’t have said all that stuff, even tonight. I was just mad. I really shouldn’t have said that. I really apologize.”

“Is that it? You’re sorry.”

“Yeah, I am.”

You choke back any tears threatening their way out of your eyes. “Okay, I forgive you. And I’m sorry I was horrible to you.” You look up at him, crossing your arms again. “And I forgive you.”

He scoots closer to you, and you scoot closer too.

Austin places a hand on your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. His face is dangerously close for a guy you’re supposed to hate. And now it’s getting closer. “You’re gonna kiss me, aren’t you?” You ask in a whisper. “Can I?” He asks with his lips only a couple inches away. You give a nod and not even a second later, both of your hands are pulling his face into yours. The kiss is long and full of lust. You feel his hands find their way to your hips, pulling you to lay out on the bed. He lays next to you, pulling your body into his.

“Fuck, Y/N” He huffs, your lips now attached to his neck, he groans in fiery pleasure. Austin’s hand trails down your stomach and his fingers mess with the band of the boxers you had on. Once they break through, you lay on your back for easier access. His long, slender fingers find their way into your slick folds and his middle and index fingers begin to toy with your clit. “Oh my god.” You whisper into his ear, head sinking back into your pillows. Your hips roll against his fingers, the feeling becomes overwhelming. Your lips connect again and his fingers sink into your hot center. Curling them against your g-spot, he lets his thumb play with your clit. Your face contorts in bliss. “Austin, I’m gonna-”

He uses his other hand to cover your mouth before you let out a guttural moan. Something from a porno, you had slight embarrassment from how quick it took you to orgasm. But you hadn’t felt this kind of feeling for almost two years. He takes his hand from your mouth and pants. You’re desperate for more, hopefully he was willing.

“Fuck me.” You breathe out, pulling at your tank top. “Are you sure?” He asks. “Very.”

Austin’s quick to hop up and pull off his pajama pants and underwear, his cock springing free. You pull off your tank and he climbs on the bed in time to help slip your boxers off. Flinging them on the ground, his eyes never leave your body. He could see your perfect shape, even in the dimly lit room. His fingers drag along your side and down to your hip and down your thighs. His lips attached to your nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Goosebumps wrack your body, you arch your body to feel more of his soft skin on yours. He pulls back letting the nipple run between his teeth and fall from them. He takes the other in his mouth and does the same but massages the other with his hand.

Releasing your skin, Austin positions himself between your bent legs and lines up with your hole. You knew it should’ve ended way before it came to this but the tender love and care from another human hasn’t been given to you in a while. Pressing in, it takes him a second. The stretching burnt a bit but the euphoric feeling overcame any pain you felt. You suck in a deep breath and grip the sheets with one hand, nails digging at Austin’s back with the other. It takes no time for him to bottom out, both of you giving strangled moans. “Fuck, Austin.” You sigh, wrapping your legs around him.

It only takes a couple thrusts for Austin to pick up the pace. Your hands claw at his back, unintentionally drawing a few deep scratches. His lips attached to your neck, sucking a few pretty spots into it. You writhe underneath him, his dick hitting the best spot everytime. You completely couldn’t stop him as much as you needed to but this felt good. It was so odd to think Austin was making you feel so fucking good.

“Ugh, baby.” He groans in your ear, sitting up, and gathering your legs on his shoulders. You were unsure about the position, you’d only done plain missionary. But this shouldn’t be any different, right? Wrong. He wrapped both arms around your legs and placed a hand on some pressure on your lower belly, the other circled your clit again. Your mouth falls open as your eyes cinch shut. Your hands shoot up and latch onto his biceps. Austin starts fucking into you again, and your legs go numb. The feeling was all in your pussy. “Fuck, Austin.” You shout, but in the split second, you didn’t care if your grandparents heard you, him, the skin slapping against one another, or the squeaky bed. The walls were pretty thick so there’s really nothing to worry about. You mewl with every thrust, his grunts accompanying them after every other one.

“I’m close,” He says, “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside me.” You answer and he gives a “you sure?” look. “I’m on the pill, please cum inside me.” You whine, you get closer by the millisecond. “Cum with me, baby.” He gives a few more rough thrusts before his cum shoots inside you, the warm seed filling you up. You clench him while your legs quiver as he cums came signaling your own orgasm happening. “Fuck,” He pants, pulling out of you, cum spilling out of your hole onto the bedsheet. He maneuvers his way to lay next to you on the bed, enveloping you in his arms. Maybe this guy wasn’t as bad as he seems. Maybe he just took some time. He was nice enough to end your 21 month dry spell, so why not get to know him and like actually be his friend. And he wasn’t bad looking at all so maybe you could even become a little bit more?

He pulls the sheets over the two of you and settles into a good place. “Goodnight, Austin.” You sheepishly chirp. “Goodnight, Poppy.” He turns off the lamp. But more importantly, he used the nickname. Secretly it made your heart flutter, but you couldn’t even confess that to yourself.

You wake up almost feeling kind of…refreshed? There was no beef between you and Austin. And you got fucked pretty good last night. But Austin wasn't there when you woke up. You didn’t mind, he had to be out in the pasture earlier than you did. Sheets fall off your naked body as you get up from bed. Walking to the vanity, you notice a few hickies on your neck. Luckily, they were still forming and only a light shade of purple and red. You go back to your bedside table, which was just a couple wooden milk crates stacked on each other, and check your phone. 10:52 am…Your stomach drops.

You exit the house fully dressed and hair pulled back with a hat that your grandpa had given you in 100 seconds flat. You run to the stable and find Jagger who was throwing a fit that he hadn’t been taken out yet. “C’mon, Jag.” You throw yourself on the horse. You ran him out to the pasture where the cattle were and helped Papa and Austin wrangle all the cows into the pens. After getting all done, Papa calls you over to him.

“Hey, Papa.”

“Good morning, sunshine. You sleep well?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I was-”

“Me and Mama know what you were doing last night.” He says and a heavy pressure of embarrassment turns your stomach. “If you wanted to move your bed, you could’ve just asked Austin or I to do it.”

You smiled and nodded. “Okay, Papa. Thank you.”

“Of course, Poppy.” He nodded. “Also, Austin has a friend coming over for dinner.”

“Okay.”

“Alright, go help Austin in the pens. I’m gonna help Mama do the laundry.”

Give a few hours, a couple of make out sessions, busting your ass in the mud and Austin doing most of the work, you were done for the day. The work had been really short and you got to hang out for the rest of the day. By the time dinner swung around, you and Austin were laughing and joking around, you even sat next to him on the couch. Sure made your Mama’s heart heal. Then the doorbell rings.

“Austin! I think your guest is here!” He gets up from the couch and answers the door. After a few minutes, he walks into the living room with the girl from church. Olivia. His arm around her waist. Your throat tightened up.

part three 🐄

[butlersbabe]

Not much here! So be on the lookout for new stuff or request something! Thank you for your support!

Austin Butler

Party of Three / Part II

- You and Austin have a baby! Part two contains the proposal <3

cloud nine *contains smut!

- Austin comes over. He catches you smoking, you give him some, smut ensues.

Good Man’s Land / *Part II / Part III / *Part IV

- Your father has you move away to work for your grandparents. Austin is a live-in ranchhand. Enemies to lovers! *will contain smut in later parts.

Elvis Presley

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