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LAST MINUTE CH. 2 - AUSTIN BUTLER

SingleDad!Austin x reader

Warnings: Fluff, unedited writing

Word count: 1,605

Summary: The day has finally come, and Austin is over the moon.

The week leading up to the date crawled by like a snail on Valium. Austin found himself humming along to love songs he hadn't touched in years, meticulously trimming his beard every other day, and even attempting a new, slightly less disastrous hairstyle (thanks to Liam's enthusiastic, if questionable, hairstyling skills).

Liam, surprisingly well-behaved in a new shirt and gelled hair, declared himself "official chaperone" and spent the afternoon "preparing" for the date. This involved constructing an elaborate fort out of blankets and pillows in the living room, complete with a stash of snacks for "emergencies."

Austin stared at his reflection in the mirror, the knot in his stomach tighter than the button-down he was struggling with. This wasn't just a Saturday night with you. This was, he dared to believe, the start of something more. His heart thundered a nervous rhythm against his ribs, echoing the pounding of miniature fists on his bedroom door.

"Daddy, Daddy! Are you ready?" Liam bounced excitedly, dressed in his best superhero shirt and a mischievous grin. Austin forced a smile. "Almost, bud. I shouldn't keep her waiting, should I?"

His grin widened. "Nope!" He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm almost finished. Now go wash your face, little dude. Auntie Ashley should be here in a few minutes," he tells his son. With Liam occupied, Austin took a deep breath. He could do this. Y/n was just another person, right? Just incredibly kind, intelligent, and beautiful. Okay, maybe not just another person. But still, he could be charming, could he not?

He straightened his bowtie, a last-minute addition courtesy of Liam's enthusiastic rummaging in his dress-up trunk. It was slightly crooked, adding a touch of endearing awkwardness to his attire. Taking one last look, he grabbed the bouquet of peonies they'd picked earlier, a vibrantly colorful reminder of their afternoon adventure.

The feminine voice he knew and loved filled his ears as he made his way to the living room, where Liam and Ashley stood. All of the attention was now on Austin and his appearance.

"Austin, you look… dapper." Ashley's eyes twinkled with amusement. "And Liam, your bowtie is magnificent!" Liam puffed out his chest, grinning proudly. "Daddy helped!" She smiles at the boy, who was shaking his tie frantically.

"Sorry I'm late; Jupiter would not eat for the life of him. Did I miss anything?" Austin managed a weak smile. "Just an Injustice League attack on Metropolis, nothing crazy." Austin teased, bugging his son.

"It was crazy! Batman and Superman almost died!" Liam shouts, dramatically throwing his face in his hands. He ran back to his "lair," his attention solely on the architectural marvel before him. The laughter died down, snapping Austin back into reality.

Ashley's grin widened. "Relax, Aus. You're a catch. Y/n's gonna be smitten." She says, throwing her hand on his shoulder. Her words were reassuring, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of inadequacy. He wasn't the charming, smooth-talking type. He was just Austin, a single dad with Lego-covered floors and a permanent stain on his favorite shirt.

The butterflies in Austin's stomach did a synchronized tap dance as he stood at your doorstep. He'd dreamt of this moment for months, replaying it in his mind a thousand times, each iteration ending in a different shade of awkwardness. Yet, here he was, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, and a first date with you, his charming next-door neighbor, stretching before him like an uncharted adventure.

You, however, radiated warmth and ease. Your smile, as bright as the string lights adorning your porch, instantly calmed his jitters. He stared, his heart leaping into his throat, as your figure emerged. You, bathed in the soft glow of the lighting, looked breathtaking. Hair was loose, cascading down your shoulders, along with a white sundress that hugged your body in all of the right places.

"Hey," you said, your voice as captivating as the fall foliage swirling around the two of you. "Hi," Austin stammered, suddenly self-conscious about his button-down and slightly wrinkled jeans. "Sorry I'm..."

"Late? Not at all," you interrupted, your smile widening. "I was just cleaning up the house a bit before you came." He nodded, revealing the bouquet from behind his back.

"These are for you," he says, his voice slightly deeper than usual. Your cheeks flushed. "Thank you, Austin; I love them."

He stumbled over his words, "No problem. I, uh, thought pink peonies would be... bright, like you." Cringe. He mentally smacked his forehead. Your tickled laughter, however, quickly chased away his embarrassment.

"That's sweet," You smile, taking the flowers from him before setting them in an open vase that was on your counter. The platform sandals that gave you no justice with your height difference between you and Austin were slipped on as you walked back to your door.

"Lead the way." You say, extending your arm. A laugh bubbled up from his chest, genuine and unrestrained. This wasn't the stuffy conversation or awkward greeting he'd envisioned. This was Y/n, unique and unexpected, just like you'd always been.

The autumn leaves crunched under the tires as Austin navigated the winding road, the headlights painting fleeting shadows on the trees. Beside him, your laughter filled the car, a melody sweeter than any radio station. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his knuckles white under the light filtering through the car windows.

Dating again felt like driving a stick shift blindfolded after years of a reliable automatic, Austin thought.

"Is everything alright?" Your voice broke through his reverie, concern lacing your tone.

He swallowed, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just... remembering how bad I am at parallel parking." You chuckled, your hand reaching out to squeeze his arm briefly. "Relax; we can always find a garage." Your touch sent a jolt through him, and he fought the urge to glance at you.

As you two entered the warm, bustling restaurant, the aroma of garlic and herbs embraced your nose. The air was filled with the gentle chatter of families and couples, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Austin led you to a secluded table by the window, offering a breathtaking view of the valley bathed in the soft hues of twilight. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on your faces, creating a sense of intimacy that sent a shiver down your spine.

"This is so cute," you murmured, voice barely a whisper.

His heart rate quickened. "I'm glad you think so."

The waiter arrived—a friendly man with a thick Italian accent who immediately took a shine to you. As you ordered, Austin found himself captivated by your animated expressions, his eyes not tearing away from you once.

When the food arrived, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing. With each bite, with each shared laugh, it was clear that Austin could get used to this.

He spoke of Brooke, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he described the situation. You listened intently, eyes filled with warmth.

Your hand reached across the table, the touch sending shivers down his spine. "Sometimes," you said, your voice low, "you gotta learn to let things go, even if it isn't what you want." The air crackled with unspoken desires, the space between the two of you shrinking until it was barely there.

Then, the spell broke as a loud toddler scream erupted from the table next to you. The moment, fragile and precious, was shattered, leaving a bittersweet longing in its wake.

"Well, if that isn't Liam in another form, I don't know what is." Austin deadpans, rolling his eyes. You burst into a fit of laughter, taking another long sip of your wine.

"Oh, not Liam." You say, throwing your hand over your heart. He picks up on your sarcastic tone, "He's pretty perfect, alright."

The city lights blurred past Austin's windshield, mirroring the kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within him. The restaurant's warmth had faded, replaced by the crisp autumn air and the never-ending fluttering in his chest.

Silence stretched in the car, comfortable yet charged. Austin stole a glance at you, in awe of the way your hair framed your face, the moonlight casting soft shadows on your features. Does she feel what I'm feeling? He thought. As he pulled up in front of your house, a pang of disappointment shot through him.

He walked you to the door, the silence once again charged with hidden emotions. He stopped, hesitating, unsure of what to do next.

"Austin," you say, "thank you for everything tonight." For a breathless moment, your eyes locked, desires simmering in the air. Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "No, thank you, Y/n."

Austin leaned closer, your faces mere inches apart. The tension was unbearable, the air thick with anticipation. Then, he closed the gap, softly grasping each side of your face as your lips met in a kiss that was slow, tender, and filled with promise.

It was everything you had imagined. Austin went above and beyond for you tonight, and it made the kiss well worth it.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Austin's eyes were noticeably darker as he caressed your cheek.

"Good night," he whispered, his voice deep.

"Good night," you echo, lingering for a moment before reluctantly stepping back.

As he watched you disappear into your house, the warmth of the kiss lingered on his lips. He made his way back to his abode and met with Liam, who was probably looking forward to this date more than Austin had been all along.

"Daddy! Did you kiss her?"

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chaneydoll · 2 months

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LAST MINUTE - AUSTIN BUTLER

SingleDad!Austin x reader

Warnings: Fluff, unedited writing

Word count: 2,042

Summary: A last minute work dinner for his job leaves Austin knocking on your door asking to babysit his son.

Rain spattered against the windowpane, mimicking the frantic rhythm of Austin's heart. Three missed calls from work, a kitchen counter overflowing with unopened mail, and a living room transformed into a miniature dinosaur apocalypse courtesy of his four-year-old son, Liam. It was a stark reminder of the balancing act he'd been performing since Brooke left, juggling single fatherhood with his demanding job as an architect. Date nights? Non-existent. A decent night's sleep? A luxury.

Tonight was "work dinner," a euphemism for late nights and networking he couldn't afford to miss. But finding a last-minute babysitter for Liam was proving impossible. The usual suspects were unavailable, leaving him staring at the prospect of dragging him to a room full of strangers.

It wasn't often Austin asked you to watch Liam, but when it happened, you happily welcomed him in with open arms. He hated having to ask you, feeling like he was trespassing on hallowed ground. Yet, with the clock ticking and Liam building a T-Rex tower precariously close to the TV, desperation trumped reason. You were the only person left to ask: Y/n, his stunningly beautiful neighbor; a ray of sunshine in his perpetually storm-clouded life.

Running his hands through his hair, Austin got all of Liam's toys together, shoving them into a bag before braving the downpour and walking up to your doorstep. The very thought of him seeing you sent a blush creeping up his neck as he wondered what you'd been doing all day.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on your door. The melody stopped abruptly, replaced by the soft click of the doorknob. You, in a paint-splattered shirt and a smile that could melt glaciers, stood before him. "Hey, Austin," you said, your voice lilting with surprise. "Is everything alright?"

"Actually," he stammered, "I was wondering... would you be interested in, uh, babysitting Liam tonight?" The surprise in your eyes deepened, then softened into amusement. "Liam? As in, your son, Liam?"

Austin flushed, feeling like a teenager asking his crush to the prom. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Work dinner, last minute, and..."

"No problem at all," you interrupted, your smile widening. "I'd love to spend time with the little artist." Relief washed over him, followed by a surge of something else, something warmer, more exhilarating.

Liam's delighted squeal when you nodded confirmed his decision. As he watched the two of you continue to paint the coffee table you were previously working on, a pang of longing shot through him. This could be us, he thought, a real family, filled with laughter.

But then reality intruded on him. Austin was a single dad, burdened with baggage, and Y/n deserved someone whole, someone who could offer her the future he couldn't. Still, the image of them together, their laughter echoing in the room, stayed with him.

He placed Liam's toy bag on your couch. "His toys are in here for him, and if these don't work, Ninja Turtles work just fine." He tells you with a chuckle as you turn around, getting off of the floor. You dust your pants off, giving him a smile. "Always," you tell him, taking in his look. His usual all-black attire never failed him, along with his gold chain beaming on his chest through the opening of his shirt. Your thoughts were shortly-lived as he walked over to Liam before crouching down to his height.

"You be good for Y/n tonight, okay? I won't be long, I promise, bud." The little boy beams at his dad, mimicking his glare while he sternly spoke to him. "Yes, I know!" Liam sassily replies, quickly turning back to painting a leg of the table. You find yourself melting at the sight, softly biting your lip. Austin lets out a sigh before standing back up on his feet. "Thank you so much for this. I'm sorry it was so last minute," he tells you as he adjusts his pants.

Your arms cross over your chest. "It's not a problem, really. I needed help with the table anyway." You reply, followed by a wink. He slowly licks his lips as he breaks eye contact with you, in an attempt to keep his cool. Reaching for the door, he shuts it behind him, making you turn back around to the star of the show. Liam stops you in your tracks when you noticed he had appeared from behind you, two toy cars in each of his hands.

"Wanna race?" He asks, looking up at you with the biggest grin. You happily obliged, taking a car from him as you zoomed around the house. He had beaten you by a hair, the dining room table playing as a makeshift finish line.

Toys were now scattered like confetti, and the soundtrack of the evening was a symphony of giggles. Liam was a whirlwind of energy, but also a sweetheart with a mischievous glint in his eye. As you settled him down for a movie, he snuggled close, his blue orbs wide and curious.

"Do you like my daddy?" he asked out of the blue, his voice barely above a whisper. You choked on a laugh. "Austin? Yeah, he's a great neighbor." You lie, cheeks flushing at the thought of him alone. Liam looks up at you with his brows furrowed. "No! Do you like him, like-like?" Suddenly, the room became a sauna as you threw the covers off of your legs.

Austin Butler, your handsome, single neighbor, had been the recipient of many stolen glances and daydreams. But admitting a crush to a five-year-old felt… inappropriate.

"Liam," you began, trying to sound casual, "liking someone is a grown-up thing. We're just friends." He tilted his head, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"But Daddy talks about you all the time. He says you're the best babysitter ever and that you make the best chocolate chip cookies." Your heart skipped a beat. Was this little cupid playing matchmaker, or were you just reading too much into it?

"He probably just means I'm a good friend." You mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Liam, however, wasn't convinced. "He does too! He says you have pretty hair and a laugh he could listen to for hours."

Your cheeks burned hotter than the oven. Did Austin really say those things? "Liam, this is…" You stammered, unsure how to respond.

He grinned mischievously. "Don't worry, I won't tell Daddy you like him back. But maybe you should tell him yourself, or he might never ask you out." Your jaw dropped. "Ask me out?"

Liam shrugged, his eyes twinkling. "Well, that's what grown-ups do, right? They ask each other out if they like-like each other."

The rest of the evening was a blur of giggles, stories, and stolen glances at the clock. Liam’s innocent words had planted a seed of hope, making your heart flutter with a possibility you hadn't dared to consider. It was around nine-thirty when he began to whine for his dad to come home, as the movies and toys weren't doing it for him any longer. He eventually dozed off in your arms, mouth parted ever so slightly as he let out soft snores.

Rain slickened the pavement outside, mirroring the nervous sweat stinging Austin's palms. Dinner had been a success, but the presentation had eaten into his evening, leaving him running late. Guilt gnawed at him as he stood outside your front door, the light from the TV seeping between the curtains and drifting through the window. This was supposed to be our movie night, not a work-induced scramble, he thought.

Taking a fortifying breath, he rang the bell. The door opened to reveal your tired state—a masterpiece of drowsiness as Liam was in your grasp on your left hip, snoozing into the crook of your neck. You gave Austin a small smile, letting him come inside. Toys lay scattered across the floor from the many races that were held prior to his arrival as he examined the view in front of him.

"Y/n," he mutters to you, "thank you so much for this. I know I must've caused quite a bit of chaos with my late arrival." You shake your head, shooing his apology away with your hand. "Not at all," you reply. "We had a blast building a track for our races."

Liam, who began shuffling in your arms, piped up once he heard his dad's voice. "Daddy!" He rubs his tired eyes and begins to reach over to Austin, who gladly took him from your hold. "Where were you?" He looks up at him, eyes watery from the yawn he just let out.

"The work party took a lot longer than I thought, bud," Austin whispers in his ear, kissing his forehead. "I hope you didn't cause too much trouble for Y/n." He deadpans, giving you a glare from the side.

"I was not!" Liam defends, "We made a volcano with mashed potatoes and gravy!" He shouts, flailing his arms in the air for dramatics. You laugh at the boy who was giving him every detail of his eventful evening.

As the three of you hung out in the living room, Liam reenacting his adventures, your easy laughter filled the air. Austin watched you, in awe of the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled, and the way your hair fell, which framed your face perfectly. Or when you bent down to pick up Liam's toys off of the floor and had a perfect view of your a-

"Daddy! Look at the table we did too!" Austin averted his attention to his son as he was rudely interrupted. Liam crouched down to the height of the coffee table in the middle of the room, feeling on the wood. "Y/n said it was dry, so I can touch it."

"It looks great, bud! I love the color," Austin says, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before looking back at you. "This is the last time I ask you to do this, I promise." He nervously chuckles. You held up a hand, a gentle smile growing on your face. "Don't worry, Austin. Liam's been a dream." You spoke, "Though, I have to admit, I was starting to think you'd gotten lost in the boardroom jungle." A playful smile tugged at his lips as relief washed over him.

Silence stretched between you two, thick with unspoken emotions. Then, a sudden urge of confidence shot through Austin, supported by the glasses of champagne that were consumed earlier in the night. "Well, if you're saying I should've tagged along with someone to lead me, then you'd be right," he smirks, his sentence coming off in a suggestive tone. The hammering of your heart beating against your ribs overpowered your hearing once you realized what he had said. You shook your head as a blush began to creep up your neck.

"I mean, I might have to start charging you if I have to babysit you too, Butler." You laugh. He covers his mouth with his fingers in an attempt to hide his obvious smile as your laugh flowed straight into his ears.

Austin tenses, his throat tightening. "You busy Saturday? Maybe we could reschedule? Just not as a sitter, of course." He trails off, voice unsteady. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing. You find yourself growing warm at his actions as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I'd love that." You answer. He meets your gaze, his heart beating out of his chest. This was it—no fucking way, he thought. Your words were an answer more beautiful than any confession he could have prepared.

Austin's breath hitched. He grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Perfect. I'll text you, yeah?" He asks. You give him a nod. "Sounds good." Butterflies erupted in his stomach, but this time, they felt more like celebratory fireworks. Liam, oblivious to the momentous occasion, tugged on his dad's pants.

"Daddy, I'm tired. Can we go to bed now?"

You and Austin laughed, the sound mingling throughout your house. As you two hushed whispered goodnights to each other, hands brushing playfully, Austin knew this was just the beginning. The butterflies might stay, but tonight, they wouldn't be the only thing fluttering in his heart.

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chaneydoll · 3 months

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I GOT YOU - AUSTIN BUTLER

Frat!Austin x reader

Warnings: Intoxication, driving under the influence, angst, fluff, unedited writing

Word count: 1,812

Summary: The alcohol got the best of you at your brother's party, and Austin decides it's time for you to go home.

The thump of bass vibrated through the floorboards, making your sneakers hum beneath your feet. The air reeked of spilled beer and something suspiciously like burnt popcorn. Your older brother, Tyler, had promised a "fun night," but "fun" for him usually involved questionable concoctions and questionable company.

You take another sip of your White Claw, letting out a sigh. This wasn't your scene, not by a long shot. But you wanted to get something out of tonight, so you started drinking. Scanning the room, you spotted Tyler, already three beers deep and engaged in a beer-pong tournament with his usual posse. A pang of loneliness hit you, followed by a wave of annoyance. Why had you agreed to this again?

Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder. You slowly turned, finding herself face-to-face with a guy whose smile could only be described as 'toothy'.

"Hey there," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of cologne that made you wrinkle your nose. "You lost?"

You felt yourself get anxious, a sudden loss for words. "No, uh, I was jus-" Before you could stammer a reply, a familiar figure materialized beside you, effectively blocking the unwelcome attention. "Ethan," He breathed, relief washing over your body. Austin, Tyler's best friend stood tall, his gaze fixed on the stranger with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Everything alright?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Austin, Tyler's best friend and the object of your secret crush since freshman year, stood before you, looking like a Greek god in his white t-shirt and faded jeans.

Ethan, oblivious to the sudden tension, held out his hand to him. "Butler," he said with a friendly smile. "What's up, man?"

Austin's hand remained firmly in his pocket. "Just checking on my little sister," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "She doesn't do well in crowds." As assured as what he said made you feel better, you couldn't help your heart dropping at his label for you.

Ethan's smile faltered slightly. "Oh, I didn't realize." You could tell Ethan suddenly seemed intimidated by Austin as his gaze began to soften while he walked away. You watch Ethan frustratedly run his fingers through his hair before looking back at Austin who was leaning against the kitchen counter, his attention set on you.

"Y/n," he greeted, his voice low and husky over the music. "Didn't think you'd make it." He spoke, taking a swig of the beer presented in his hand. You look up at him with a soft smile, "Couldn't resist Tyler's puppy-dog eyes," you joked, trying to sound casual.

He chuckled, "I remember him mentioning you might come." he says. You bit your lip, "I make it when I feel like I need to," you take a long drink, "So here we are."

Austin couldn't help but smile at your drink of choice, watching as you swallowed. "How much have you had tonight?" He gestured to the can in your hand, eyebrows furrowed. You looked down too, in an attempt to recall what round you were on. You look back up at him, eyes hung low, letting out a small giggle. You truly didn't remember, but you knew you were drunk. The multi-colored led lights bled into each other, mirroring the muddled state of your own head as Austin softly grabbed the can out of your grasp, tossing it in the trash.

He turned back to you, his voice softer now. "Let's go get some air, yeah?" You scoffed once you realized he threw your drink away, and began to walk opposite of his direction to get another. Nevertheless, you were stopped by a firm grip on your arm. It was Austin, dragging you outside while you stumbled behind him, his speed much faster than yours.

As you two stepped on the porch, he turned to you, brows furrowed. "So, what was that about?" He questions, clearly still not over the brief encounter you had with Ethan. All you did was shrug your shoulders, "Maybe he didn't have anyone else to talk to and just wanted to be nice." Austin extended his arms out on the wooden railing, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "He wasn't gonna be too lonely for long had you k-" He was cut off by a loud whoop from inside the house shattering his sentence. Tyler emerged, his arm slinging around your shoulder.

"There you are, Y/n!" he shouted, slurring his words slightly. "Come on, let's get you a drink." Austin's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with something you couldn't decipher. Before you could react, Tyler pulled you back inside, leaving him standing alone on the porch, a storm brewing in his eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by burning in your throat as you downed a shot of tequila.

Truth was, you were done for, adrift in a sea of alcohol. Neon strobed across the dance floor, painting your vision in dizzying bursts. Your laughter echoed, sharp and self-conscious, bouncing off the pulsating bass that hammered against your ribs like a frantic fist. You remained in a corner surrounding a mix of your brothers friends, except your feet had their own ideas. They seemed to be conducting their own drunken samba, threatening to launch you into the throng of dancing limbs. You reached a nearby table, making your way on top of it, each wobbly step shaking the legs.

Just as you teetered on the edge of social oblivion, a hand clasped your waist, steady and strong. You peeked down to see Austin, his usually playful smile replaced by a frown.

"Woah there, firecracker," he said, his voice laced with amusement but also a surprising warmth. "Gravity not your friend tonight?" His gaze held a flicker of understanding, a silent plea for you to come down. The urge to refuse was fought for as you attempted to escape his grasp.

"I'm fine!" You shout at him, pulling at his sleeve before he slung you over his shoulders. Leaving felt like escaping a burning building. The fresh air hit you like a slap, a loud whine escaping your lips as you squirmed in his hold. He fumbles with the keys in his pocket, unlocking his car. He sat you in the passenger seat before running over to the drivers side and getting in.

"Hey, I know this car," you mumble, fumbling with the plush dice wrapped around his rear-view mirror. Austin let out a chuckle, starting his car, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I do." He stares at you for a brief moment before pulling out of the driveway and going back to your apartment.

"Where are we going?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm taking you home," he said simply. "The party was about over anyway." You frown, glaring daggers at him. "I wasn't ready to go!" You cry, dramatically throwing your head in your hands. Austin makes a left turn, "You've had way too much to drink, Y/n." He mumbles in reply. You refused to listen to him, your legs crossed away from him the whole ride home. Eventually, you were met with the building of your apartment as Austin pulled into the parking lot.

"Home sweet home," he says, taking the key out of ignition. He looks over at you to find you in the same position, attitude still present. "Come on, can't keep the bed waiting." he tells you gently pushing your shoulder before getting out. He walks over to your side and opens the door, carrying you up the rest of the way to your building.

Austin grabs your keys from the back pocket of your jeans before unlocking the door. He sits you down, making it hard for you to stand as the sleep began fight for your consiousness. Reaching your room, you flopped onto the mountain of pillows and blankets, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I'm a disaster," You groaned, burying your face in a plush teddy bear.

Austin chuckled, his voice warm and reassuring. "Disasters wear pajamas, not skirts and tank tops," he said, pulling a pair of fluffy pajamas from your drawer. "Here, let's get you changed."

You sat up, taking your top off as you flung it across the floor. Austin turns back around from your dresser, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight in front of him. He found his eyes trailing down your stomach, all the way down to your legs.

Austin's stomach lurched as he stared, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He shut his eyes, unable to contain the excitement sprouting in his pants as he quickly re-adjusted himself.

Even like this, all drunk and flustered, Austin still thought you were beautiful. You never seemed to notice the way he looked at you apart from everyone else, or the way he treated you as if you guys were together. Most times, you took it as him being nice, out of respect for his best friend's little sister. You tried your best to keep your school-girl crush to yourself, in hopes it would go away. But it never did.

It was easy for him to tell you felt the same way pretty early on, just by the way you were around him. He loved how nervous you got every time you guys touched, as you always tried to avoid eye-contact to prevent the embarrassment. And he loved how oblivious you were to a lot of things, like the level of drunk you were right now. His thoughts were interrupted as you snatched the clothes from his grasp, slipping them on.

He watches you intently, moistening his lips while you laid down in your bed. Patting the empty space beside you, you signal him to get in. He quickly obliges before taking his shoes off and sliding onto the mattress. Austin grabs your blanket on the edge of the bed, burrowing you in the warmth of your sheets. You let out a soft moan in relief, causing his pants to tighten even more. You turn over to face him, your bloodshot eyes looking up at his.

"Thank you for bringing me home," You smile at him, scooting closer toward him. He closed his eyes with a smile, wrapping his arm around you. "of course." His words, simple and filled with warmth, washed over you like a wave, erasing some of the shame. Austin, the guy you'd always seen as Tyler's shadow, was offering you an unexpected kindness, a safe harbor in the storm of your own making.

As the night wore on, Austin stayed by your side. He didn't judge, didn't tease. He simply talked about anything and everything while you were drunkenly rambling, your voice a soothing balm to his anxiety. You had fallen asleep not too much longer, Austin soon following, lulled by the sound of your contented snores.

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