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soundslikediamonds · 1 year

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Hey so on another note, and I hope this isn't annoying, but could you do a one-shot where reader is attacked by ex and Austin (current boyfriend) comes to her rescue and takes care of her but she promises she's okay (she's in complete denial) but then it all becomes to much and she bursts into tears and begs Austin to hold her. P.s. I actually have written something similar to this but never posted it. If you want I can send it to you to use and add too. What do you think?

You have just made history for being the very first person on earth who's requested a one-shot so AHHH I'm SUPER NERVOUS but kinda excited for you to read?!?!? I hope this is something that you liked/wanted. I really hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it!!! Lots of love, thank you for encouraging me as a writer always!💗💗

Word count: 3477

Warnings: slight mentions of taking advantage of people, small violence, discomfort.

I'm Okay, You're Okay

"Hey," Austin's voice interrupts what you're in the middle of saying and you come to a halt, looking over at him from across the dinner table. Your boyfriend usually isn't one to interrupt you or pay little attention and so you sit up a little bit straighter knowing that there has to be a reason for him cutting you off.

His blue eyes- usually filled with light and sparkle now looks dim and a wary look flashes on his face as he looks over your head and behind where you are.

"Isn't that Todd?" He asks in an uneasy voice.

You raise an eyebrow. "What?"

Austin leans in his seat, his eyes darting from over your head, to back at your face. "Todd. I think that's him."

Your face falls and confusion travels through your mind. You have no doubt it is Todd, your ex-boyfriend of a year and a half. It's not like he's moved or anything. It isn't like after a break up as cold as yours, he wouldn't be gone and disappear from your life. Sure, you've decided not to go to what used to be Todd and your favorite spots, in hopes to not see him, but you knew you couldn't act like he didn't exist forever. You've sort of even wondered how things would be like if you saw him again, but now you didn't have to wonder, as was now here when your boyfriend was on your date night.

"Is he with someone?" You ask.

Much to your suprise Austin shakes his head. "Nah, he's alone."

"Should I...should I look behind me?" You whisper in hesitation.

Austin pauses in contemplation as he looks at the far table before he speaks out. "I don't know....I don't wanna get the wrong guy. Just pretend you're cracking your back or something."

You nod. "On it." You say and then hold the frame of the chair, now twisting your back. Your eyes scan the rest of the restaurant, seeing many unknown faces until finally, near the back booth you recognize that indeed your ex is here. He's on his phone, typing away as what you suspect the steaming plate is rice in front of him. That man loved nothing more than his rice.

You turn back in your chair, looking at Austin who nervously sits across from you, awaiting your answer. "It is him." You confirm.

Austin nods, picking up his fork. "Figured as much."

"Do I-"

"We'll just stay here, act like he's not even here. There's nothing to worry about." Austin reassures you with a smile. Then he looks at your face and his eyes suddenly change to a more protective gaze.

"There is nothing to worry about, right?" He asks.

You nod, reaching over to take a sip of your drink. "Yeah, there's nothing to worry about." You concur. But why is it that when you're even saying this, you don't know for a fact if you're right?

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Dinner goes surprisingly well but you are a little more quiet than usually. Austin sensed that, which is why he always asked if you were okay every few minutes. You assured him you were fine, and soon were in better spirits when Austin told you that Todd had got up and left, going through the backdoor. It didn't seem he saw you and you were glad.

It wasn't like Todd was a monster, per se. If anything he was rather the opposite. You were both really good friends in high school and had reconnected after a time. You both had similar likes and dislikes, habbits and hobbies. Your families were friends with each other. Things seemed to be okay, until he had a new job. At this job, there was a woman that he'd seemed suspiciously close to. You didn't want to be one of those girlfriends who questioned it much, until you actually met this girl for yourself. They had extreme chemistry with each other. It didn't take long for you to start questioning Todd, who only refused and said that you were always jumping to conclusions and assuming things. That's when the yelling would start. That's when he'd turn bitter and angry over everything. In one outburst, Todd finally told you that you were too plain for him and had nothing to offer him. You weren't taking his advantages and he soon grew to resent that. He then said that was the reason why he had Jane, or Lane, or whatever name she had for some reason you couldn't remember. They were there for each other sexually, friends with benefits, Todd admitted. You broke up with him right when he confessed to sleeping with her.

Surprisingly you didn't miss Todd much, or even what you had. Sometimes you think more of the friendship the two of you had much than the relationship. Todd was a good man unfortunately held up with his own tentive desires. It cost your relationship, sure, but it wasn't very long until you found Austin, who you like to call your angel. Austin's not like Todd at all. There's so much respect, love, value, and care that this man has. He's not one to rush anything, and simply enjoys sitting next to you, not even having to say anything. He compliments you, making you feel pretty over and over again as his lips meet the features you've always been insecure about.

"Let's head out?" Austin says, as he stands. The bill is already paid, and your foods are done, the plates wiped clean. You nod, a small yawn escaping your mouth.

"Yep." You say, standing up and pushing in your chair. You grab your coat, just draping it on your shoulders for the night breeze.

You both leave for the night, walking through the revolving doors and you're just about ready to head home. Normally after your Friday night dinners you and Austin would watch a movie, sharing a blanket as you cuddle on the couch with popcorn in your laps. Tonight was not the night, however, as you could feel your eyes starting to droop. You can't wait to go home, have the feel of changing from high heels to slippers, wiping away your makeup and changing into one of Austin's shirts on top of sweats. It's fun to dress up and you're always down for date nights, but some days, you know that sleep is just as nice.

"Oh, the car is on the other side." You suddenly remember, voicing your thoughts out loud when you look at the parking lot. You groan out loud.

Austin lets out a chuckle as he smiles at the ground. "Yeah. You feel like walking?" He asks.

You turn to look up at Austin, reaching out for his hand and mindlessly playing with his fingers. You shake your head and give that smile that you always do, leaning against him when you try to make him give in to what you want.

"Nuh uh." You say, and Austin smiles, looking down at you. He can just tell your motives right from the look in your eyes.

"Right, you want me to walk all the way over and then drive to you." He says exactly what you're thinking, and you laugh, leaning against him.

"Please? You love me." You point out.

Austin lets out an audible sigh. "Unfortunately." He says, leaning forward and cupping the side of your face with his hand. He gives you a quick kiss before he pulls away, removing strands of hair from your face.

"I'll be 2 minutes." He says.

You smile. "Thank you."

Austin sighs once more, a 'why-do-I-put-up-with-you' smile present on his face as he starts walking away, leaving you by the sidewalk.

"Love youuuu!" You sing-song.

"Yeah, yeah, love you most." Austin swats his hand down in a playful dismissive gesture and you laugh to yourself, watching your boyfriend's retreating figure until he heads down the corner going to the other side where you can't see him anymore. That's the thing with Austin, he leaves that effect where even seconds after a brief and cute moment, you're still smiling, so anyone walking down the street would think you're a crazy person. But you love that about him anyway.

"Awwww, how cute that your pretty boyfriend leaves you all by yourself." An all too familiar voice says from behind you.

Todd.

You turn slowly, facing the man who you once were so close to. Nothing has really changed except for the stubble he was growing. You realize that during all this time you haven't said anything, and you need to be civil. You give a small smile.

"Hi Todd." You greet.

"Did you really think," Todd starts walking towards you. "That I didn't notice you back here? You think I really couldn't recognize you?" He asks.

There's a look in his eyes, that look blood-shot, and then a certain smell reaches your nose and you realize he's intoxicated.

Today out of all days. Tonight out of all nights.

You pray in your head that Austin can come back quickly. Todd's anger was one thing, but his drinking problem was another.

You look down the street, but no familiar vehicle comes to your sight. A slight panic starts rising in your chest but you can't afford to look fightened. Todd was always more better when you didn't resist or fight. He liked things when you were quiet and calm, because it made him more calm. He was the reflection of you.

You take a deep breath, keeping your eyes on the road. You know Austin will be here. You won't have to stay much longer.

"Hey," Todd's voice raises as he takes a few more steps in your space, to which you back away. Your hands go in almost in reflex and your heart pounds as Todd looks at you almost seething himself. You know that look. This is just the icing of the cake by him meeting you right here. He was already angy prior to this moment.

That makes things so much worse.

"You couldn't have moved on from me that easily." He bellows, with an evil grin.

You are uncomfortable, trying to move away from Todd as much as you can before he takes your wrist, twisting it in such a grip you can't help but now but speak.

"Hey! Let go!" You say.

"Come on, baby. You know you want me."

You shake your head. "Please just let go of me."

"You think your pretty boyfriend wants you? He'll leave you as soon as he realizes you think you're too good for anyone. That's what that is, right? You think you're to good for anyone's advantages?" Todd whispers in your ear and you squirm, trying to get away, but the strength of his hold grabs both of your wrists.

"He doesn't wanna be with you. He's only there for you to satisfy him and as soon as he gets what he wants, he'll leave you. Then you'll come crawling to me." Todd whispers.

It's worse that he's whispering in your ear, because everyone around wouldn't think you're in need of much help. People come out of the restaurant every few seconds, but Todd just smiles and lets go only for him to grab you as soon as strangers cross the street.

"Why don't you wanna be with me, huh? You think you're better than what I can give you?" Todd now holds your arms, leaning his face dangerously close to your own.

With all of your strength you place your hands on Todd's chest and pushes him and he stumbles back for a few seconds and you try moving away from, yet he comes back. Between your high heels and his stamina and influence, he takes your shoulders, pushing you into the supporting brick wall. You feel the skin in your upper shoulder scrape against the wall and you close your eyes for a second.

A car tire screeches in front of where you both are, and your eyes avert to headlights in the darkness and you know it's Austin. You're panting, just as Todd now moves away and turns to the car. The door opens and sure enough Austin steps out, slamming the door with such force the car might as well break. He rushes over, his mouth pressed together in a thin line, eyes ablaze, and eyebrows furrowed. He looks beyond angry, which you don't encounter much because Austin's not one to be angry.

With so much of a loud clomp in the steps of his platform shoes, Austin goes right at Todd's face, causing Todd to start backing up, his eyes showing a flash of fear before going back to normal.

"You don't touch my girlfriend. You don't ever touch my girlfriend, ever. If something like this happens again, you're gonna wish it didn't." Austin jeers, pointing a finger at Todd's chest.

Todd scoffs, taking a step back. "You think you're all that." He slurs.

Austin glares. "Your words, not mine. Now get out of her face before I do something I regret." He threats in such a authoritative tone, you wince, while Todd leaves the both of you, disappearing behind the restaurant to who knows where.

You're left standing stunned just as Austin rushes over to where you are.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he say anything? What else did he do?" Austin suddenly asks, holding both sides of your face with his hands, and he levels down and looks at you eye-level. Anger in his face is washed away with concern but you shake your head, smiling a little.

"I'm okay."

"I shouldn't have came so late! No, I should've just carried you bridal style all the way to the car. What I was thinking leaving you alone like this?" Austin asks, panic in his voice. You shake your head, knowing that unfortunately in all this, Austin is going to blame himself.

"Next time, I'm carrying you, I'm dead serious. This isn't happening again. Ever. I'm not doing this- how could I do this to you?" Austin asks, walking away from your hold to pace. He runs fingers through his hair in stress and you step towards him, reaching out.

"It's okay, really. You didn't know."

"It's not okay." Austin denies, shaking his head. He gestures. "This is not okay."

"Austin-"

"Did he hurt you?"

"No." You shake your head. You're not defending Todd. You're not lying on his behalf so that Austin doesn't go about his way and kill the guy. It was the truth. Todd didn't hurt you. Sure, he pushed you right after you pushed him, but aside from the scrape against your shoulder and that sharp stinging pain, you were fine. It could've been much worse.

Austin sighs, running hands down his face. "Why did I have to leave you by yourself?!" He yells.

You rush over to him, shooting apologetic looks to strangers who look over at the sudden outburst. You hold Austin's arms, standing on your tip-toes so that your forehead is against his.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay." You whisper gently, trying to repeat those two words as many times as you can to get it into his brain. Austin closes his eyes, now reaching for the sides of your face as you continue whispering those reasurring words, that you're okay right where you are in the safety of his arms.

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You actually end up sitting on the couch watching a movie after all, as the excitement of the day makes you no longer tired. You decide to at least take advantage of being wired and choose to treat yourself to a movie that doesn't make you think about anything you're not supposed to. It's one of your comfort movies, and usually you and Austin would snuggle and try throwing popcorn in the air and catching it, laughing over how bad you both were, but Austin isn't really in the mood. He's been off, quiet in the car ride, and when not quiet you wished he was, because all he can express is the guilt of not being there.

You don't want to think about it, and so when Austin suddenly gets up from the couch, you look at him, touching his arm.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"Just grabbing water." Austin mutters, not looking at you. "You want me to bring you one?" He asks, throwing one look over his shoulder.

He should be as relaxed as he looks, in a baggy white t-shirt over soft orange sweatpants. Yet he's on edge, not relaxed at all, and it makes you have to try extra hard to get him to better spirits.

You give a faint smile. "I'm okay."

Austin stares at you. "Sure?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Alright, but if you need anything, just ask. I promise, I'm gonna take care of you. I promise." He says.

You nod. "Thank you." You say in a quiet voice and Austin starts to walk away.

"Austin?" You suddenly call, causing him to stop mid-walk and he turns around and looks at you.

"Yes?"

You sigh, looking into his distant eyes. "Smile." You tell him.

Austin smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You shake your head.

"Better than that." You say.

Austin then squeezes his eyes shut, giving a toothy grin like a little kid's and you laugh, which eventually causes him to laugh as well. He shakes his head, calling you the strangest person he's ever known before he walks into the kitchen. You turn back to the screen with a faint smile on your face. Austin loves you, it's easy to see. You're grateful he's Austin and not Todd.

Todd....

You don't want to go there in the slightest, but your minds starts to land on Todd. The aftermath of seeing him after so long, makes you sit in discomfort and physical pain. How could he do that do you? How could it still be wanting to push himself towards you after everything? Didn't he have who he left you for? Why was he going to you now in such a needy and thirsting way that sent nerves down every fiber of your body?

Piles of thoughts, out of your control, manage to creep into your mind. Regrets, twists of guilt, underlying shame. You weren't strong enough to let him leave you the first time, there was always something that he saw in you that made him want to come back, trying to fill your thoughts with questions of worth and esteem.

Were you acting too good enough for him? Are you acting good enough for Austin?

You shudder, hugging yourself from the sudden cold that flows through your body. You close your eyes shut. Instant replays of what just happened as well as flashbacks of you and Todd when you first started dating go back and forth in your mind.

How could someone who once was so sweet turn into someone who's now so evil? Did you make him this way, because you simply didn't want to sleep with him? Did you create this body-thirsting monster who wanted you, pressing his body against yours against the wall, stepping so much into your space up to the point where all you smelled was the alcohol on his breath? Was this all, this deconstruction of a civil man, all cause of you?

You shake your head, trying your hardest not to cry, but suddenly like a dam that bursts, you start crying heavily into your hands, dropping the plastic bowl of popcorn on your lap, not caring what contents spill out of it.

"This is all my fault!" You wail, sobbing, and now even crying again when you hear your name being called from the kitchen. You hate that you're crying because now Austin rushes over, kneeling down in front of you.

"What's wrong?" He asks, gently, holding your arms.

"I...I can't. Can you hold me please?" You shake your head, sniffling, just as Austin brings you to him, holding you in his loving arms.

You give in of course, crashing everything down in almost a delayed reaction. You're crying because of everything now. You're crying out of fear, out of confusion, out of anger, out of guilt, out of relief..it's all a mixture of emotions poured into your boyfriend's arms.

Austin gently sways you, kissing the side of your head. He lets you cry, doesn't further ask what's wrong, but instead encourages you to let everything out, no matter how long it takes. He's here and not leaving. This is every assurance you have, right here in this moment, that Austin is not leaving.

And with caring whispers, he repeats the same two words you've said to him, only this time letting you know.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're okay."

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soundslikediamonds · 1 year

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Would you please tag me to be notified when you update Rescuer? It is great! Thank you!

Yes, one hundred percent!! Thank you so much for reading ugh😭😭😭😭💗

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soundslikediamonds · 1 year

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Rescuer (Part 2)

Summary: The aftermath of staying at Austin's apartment for the night.

Word Count: 5540

Warnings: small mentions of uncomfortable topic of being followed at night.

Disclaimer: Some things I forgot to mention in part 1: Austin is not a professional actor, but a theatre actor at a local academy. 2. I forgot to say this beforehand, but I don't write smut, like not ever. I don't think I could be any good at it, so I don't write it. Sooooo unfortunately if you were expecting some spicy themes with this fic, or any of my writings...I don't have the confidence in myself and comfortability to the public to write it. Thank you for understanding.

Part 1: https://at.tumblr.com/soundslikediamonds/rescuer-part-1/w44pupakohnm

Taglist: @someonedateme @dre6ming @oh-austin @givemethemaknaes16 (let me know if you want to be tagged for future chapters!)

Thank you all so much for reading, it makes my heart really happy and in honest disbelief just how many of you enjoyed. It encourages me.

I had to take some time off of course as I'm sure you all did after what happened with Lisa Marie. My prayers are with beautiful Riley, the twins, Priscilla, Austin, and the Elvis family. It's so hard, there's so much pain in my core and seeing Austin yesterday at the Critic's Choice was tough. There was a lost look in his eyes. Yet, as the days go on, I pray that we all as we grieve, remain in strength, peace, and comfort during these dire times.

I love you all. 💗

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"Alright, here we are." Austin says, opening the door as you step inside. He flickers the light open and you take in everything. It's almost like a studio in itself, some colors and pallets displayed on the walls right next to paintings and vases that are made by pottery is in the shelves. Boxes are stacked next to the back of the living room and a clothing rack is full of costumes. It's safe to say that this place looks and seems a lot like the person Austin is, the man you're starting to know, who's colorful and bright in the midst of greys and blues.

"Manitiscold," Austin mutters in one word as he walks away from where you're standing frozen on the welcome mat. "I'll uh, I'll go turn on the heat." He says, with a small smile and you watch him walk over to the side of the room, next to the kitchen. He presses a few buttons, squinting his eyes in focus at the screen on the wall, before after a beep he turns away, smiling at you.

"Come on, I'll show you to your room." Austin gestures, and you nod.

You're not saying anything. You should say something, it's probably rude in someone's rulebook that you're not speaking, but you can't help it. Between having a man follow you, to a rescuer help you, and then that said rescuer now showing you to where you'll sleep the night, leaves you at a loss for words.

What can you even say?

You can only look at Austin, who, even here in the comfort on his own home, looks nervous as he walks and you follow with hesitant steps. He fidgets with a silver large ring on his ring finger, rolling the mental mindlessly and your heart stops for a second as you do a double take. However, you calm down when realizing that the ring is on his right finger and not his left. It's not that you wouldn't wish for Austin to be married, but you couldn't have any more energy in you if there was a whole lady in this apartment, to which Austin would have to tell your story to. No, this is something you don't want repeating. This is what needs to be blown over by tomorrow when you leave the place anyways. You don't want to bombard him with your own troubles.

The room that you're staying in is petite and cute, and, just like Austin described, has a small desk by the window for office space. You initially had the thought of studying a little bit, since your backpack was with you and you have a morning class tomorrow, but you're so tired and not wanting to do anything else but sleep.

"Is there anything I can get you? Like tea, or coffee, or anything?" Austin's voice causes your droopy eyes to blink up and at him, who's managed to have his jacket unzipped, revealing a grey hoodie.

You shake your head at your rescuer's hospitality. "No thank you. I think I'll just go to sleep, actually." You answer.

Austin looks at you for more then a few seconds, a concerned look on his face, but before he can say anything you plaster what you hope is a 'I'm-okay-you-don't-have-to-worry' smile before you turn to the made bed.

"Thank you for everything. Seriously. I don't know how you repay you." You say.

Austin's eyebrows furrow. "Oh no," he says, shifting the weight from one of his sky scraper legs to the other. "You don't repay me for anything. I didn't do anything emphasized other than the norm of what anyone could do." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, but...I don't think anyone could do what you did." You debate.

Austin looks down, folding his hands together as his jaw clenches. "Hmm." He hums. Then he looks at you, a light apparent in his eyes.

"I think this is where I'll agree to disagree." He chuckles, now walking to the doorway. "I'll let you settle in, let me know if you need any-"

"Wait, Austin," You start.

With one hand holding the doorknob, Austin freezes in his spot and looks over at you with raised eyebrows. "Yes?" His low voice draws out in slight confusion.

You heave a sigh. He's been everything nice to you since he helped you at the gas station. You know he doesn't want you to repay him with everything, but there's so much guilt in pretending like there is a home or someplace for you to go to after this night. You figure that you owe it to Austin to tell him the truth.

Avoiding his questioning eyes, you start to speak. "You've done so much for me in helping me out, and extending your place to stay the night is just..." Your voice trails off as you shake your head. "I really can't begin to thank you, but I really do thank you for everything, and...well...there may not be something you want me to repay you with, but I owe it to you to tell you that I haven't been very honest with you."

Austin blinks his eyes in confusion, but doesn't say anything, allowing you to continue.

"You were right about me not wanting to go home." You sigh, playing with your hands as a nervous fidget toy. "I don't really have a home. I mean...since last week when my dad kicked me out. I've been having some family complications but I always knew I would leave, but then before I could really plan it things got intense and sure enough I'm arguing with my dad and then he kicks me out and says that he never wants to see me again. Which, is fine, because our relationship hasn't been the best these past few years. But um...I've been okay, I've been staying at an Inn, and one time even at a friend's house, but...it would only be for a place to sleep because I'd be out all day either at class or studying, so then at night when my dad would be at work I'd go back home to get more things, which is what I was doing tonight before that guy followed me. And I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all this but you were so kind to help me and I haven't been honest with you and like, I'm leaving tomorrow morning anyway so there isn't really much point in telling you all this, but I'd just feel so guilty since you're so nice and you have this look in your eyes where you just wanna help me, and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, it's okay. Breathe." Austin holds his hands up and walks toward you. You take a deep breath, your face sort of flushed by your never ending rant.

"Hey," Austin looks at you. "I'm sorry about you losing your home. That's...I mean, I can't even fathom it." He says.

You're silent. You don't want him to pity you. You're not even sure why you exactly gave him all the details in the first place. You didn't want Austin to feel so bad over something that wasn't even worth it. It's going to be okay. You'll sleep here for the night and then go back to another inn or some cheap motel. You're confident that you can take care of yourself.

Austin's fingers rest on his chin as he now looks at you with a thoughtful expression. It makes you slightly nervous because you don't know what your rescuer is thinking right now and the silence isn't helping.

Finally Austin speaks up. "You know, you can just stay here." He suggests.

"Wait...what?" You blurt out. That's nothing that you're expecting.

"It'll be perfect. I've been wanting a roommate." Austin grins cheekily as he elbows your arm.

I know you can't be taking it that simple.

"Yes I can." Austin chuckles, which makes you look at him.

"Shoot, did I say that out loud?"

Austin laughs in reply before he shrugs. "Seriously, it's no big deal. I'm away all the time for work anyway if it's my presence that you feel would bother you," he smirks and you feel like he's teasing you right now.

"But...you don't even know me." You say softly. "You can't be that accepting of strangers just..."

"Just what?"

"Just...moving in." You say, looking up at his tall figure. "I'd be living with you."

A smile draws on Austin's face as his eyebrows furrow together in a questioning gaze. "Would that be so bad?"

You shrug. "Maybe. I don't know. Surely you see something crazy about all this. You're inviting a stranger in your apartment." You try to argue.

"C'mon, I'd say you're at least an acquaintance."

You shoot Austin a warning look, and then he looks at you with a more of a serious look in his eyes.

"Listen, I'm living lonely. But, it's like I said, if you're really worried about being a disturbance, I leave for work in the morning and come back here at night. I wouldn't even see you." Austin says, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

Austin is definitely one of the weirdest people you have ever met. He's simple, like an old soul. There's nothing to this whole exchange that he suspects. He doesn't see anything wrong with the idea that someone who he just met at the gas station will crash at his apartment and live with him. There is a part of you that knows that agreeing to this is so absurd. What would your friends think if they got word of what was going on? What would your family even think? You didn't even know this man's last name.

However, at the same time, there is a soft spot that you're starting to have in your heart for Austin. He mentions that he's lonely a lot, and with the sweetness of who he is, you would never wish any amount of loneliness on him. He seems to enjoy your company, and he likes being there for you. Of course, you're mindful of the fact that he did save you from what could have been a terrible disaster but, at the same time, he doesn't have to do everything that he does and yet he seems to want to. He's a wonderful host, making sure that all your needs are met.

Should you do this? Do you actually want to stay with him? Is it safe? Will he be okay? What about your living habits? You've never lived with a man before. What if he finds extra hair in the shower or what if he catches you talking loudly to yourself?

But what if you made a friend in the process? And like, an actual friend who's there for you and wanting to hear you out on things that stress you? Someone who has time for you, and someone you can be there for just as much? You can tell that even with sitting in his car, something sort of clicked with you two. There seemed to be a friendship, someone who you can be yourself with. Someone friendly. Someone considerate. A gentleman. And although you have your fair share of friends, you'd be the first to admit that they're not as much of what would define good friends.

You look at Austin, now thinking about what he said. He'd be working all day and coming back at night. That pushes you to wonder.

"Where do you work?" You ask, looking at him.

"Oh." Austin smiles. "I'm an actor, actually. I work at the theatre academy."

Your eyes widen. You are not expecting that. Austin's shy and nervous yet at the same time, it does explain the reason as to why he was able to hold you and pretend he was your boyfriend at the gas station. He didn't even have to think and boom, he was in character.

A smile draws on your face. "That's so cool! So you work full-time, then, right?" You ask.

Austin nods, smiling as he looks down at the ground. "Full time, yeah. We do a couple of shows every week." He says. "So going back to the moving in thing, I'm in the theatre every other day, so you really don't need to worry about constantly being in my space or something. You can just be here and uh..." Austin's voice trails off as he now points at you.

"Did you say something about you being a student?"

You nod. "Yeah, I'm at the college." You say, then shrug. "So the days I have classes I wouldn't necessarily be here either."

Austin smiles. "Impressive. So looks like no one will be in this place." He laughs, causing you to join in.

"We'll work everything out as we go, with schedules and everything. But is that a yes? To staying here?" Austin's eyes are big and hopeful, like a deer's as he looks at you awaiting your answer.

You can say no, and continue to go to Inns until your money runs out. Or, you could just say yes, at least for right now and see what life has to give the both of you.

You let out a breath before you extend your hand. "You found yourself a roommate." You say, dramatically and Austin laughs shaking your hand.

"Hooray!" He says, smiling brightly.

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Austin was technically gone before you woke up the next morning, but you had heard him when the sky was dark at around 5am. Every once in a while, a zipper would zip, hangers would glide against the rack, and footsteps would sound right outside your door. You opened your eyes lazily and let out a low groan, hating to be woken up before your alarm would officially go off. However, you couldn't complain. You were in Austin's apartment. The last thing you would do is tell him that he woke you up as he was getting ready for the day, since this is his apartment and he can do whatever he wants.

You don't get the chance to see him or wish him a good day, and a part of you wants to, but you're exhausted. So you let your eyes close as within seconds there you are drifting back to sleep.

After what seemed to feel like 2 minutes later, your alarm sets off and you actually feel like crying. You don't want to go to class. You just want to stay in bed all day and sleep. You haven't had a good night's rest in a long time. You didn't trust the beds at the inns, but this bed was comfy and as creepy as you may sound, the room smells like Austin as well. In a way it makes sense to say, considering the fact that across from your bed was a closet that was filled with his clothes. He actually offered you to sleep with some of his but in panic you refused and told him you had some clothes in your backpack. You just don't want him to constantly bombard you with such kindness up to the point where you feel like owing him back with everything, which you wouldn't know where to start.

You slowly peel yourself out of bed, telling your mind to allow your body to let you get off the bed. It's a whole process when waking up. If you don't tell yourself to get up, you'll actually never leave. As much as you'd like that, you have class, and you can't afford to be skip out, though tempting, it costs your grades.

While getting ready you obviously can't help but think about what life has brought you from last week up until this point. It's only been a week and everything has changed. You went from an only child living with your angry dad and quiet mom who never did anything to defend you, then became homeless for a week, but your current status as of right now, consists of you eating this amazing breakfast that was kindly left for you by your 'roommate' Austin, a man you just met yesterday.

How is this your life?

The sun shines over your breakfast and you scowl. Okay, of course you love the sun, but between the sun blinding you and the birds chirping it makes you just want to crawl back to bed. You're an early bird because you have to be, not really because you want to be. You wonder if Austin likes mornings where he's up early before the sunrise.

After you eat you shower and then change into a light blue baggy crewneck over white wash jeans. You tie your hair in a low ponytail, leaving some strands out in front of your face. As you stayed alone in the kitchen for breakfast earlier this morning, you took the time to look up the bus route from here to the college You're incredibly lucky, because Austin lives right in front of a bus stop. It doesn't take long for the bus to come and soon you're on your way to campus.

Throughout the day while sitting in class, your mind can't help but think. You're trying to pay attention but those dang blue eyes and soft smile enter your vision, so much so that his name is like a replaying lyric to a song that never leaves your head.

Austin. Austin. Austin. Austin.

It never ends in your mind. You're just thinking about him. You're wondering how he's doing right now, where is he in this exact second and what he's doing at this very moment. Is he onstage? Backstage? Alone? With coworkers? Eating? Drinking?

You tap your pen to your paper in rhythmic motion while your mind flashes back to being in his car just last night. What are the odds, that Austin decided to go to the more expensive gas station and he just so happens to be there when you're in trouble and in needing rescue. Then, he extends his apartment to you to live with him as well as you're trying to figure your life out.

Suddenly, as though a literal light bulb flashes in your head, your eyes widen.

What if you got something for Austin as a thank you gift?

It'd be challenging, for sure. You only met this man less than 24 hours ago and you have no clue about his preferences. But you want to try. He's done so much for you and looked after you already. You'd feel bad if you're unable to give at least a card. Yet at the same time, you don't want to go with just a card.

So what should you give? Flowers, perhaps? Make dinner for when he gets back?

Your elbow rests under your chin as you try to think about just what it is that you'll do. You're settled for getting him something, but what?

Maybe you could bus back to the apartment and go through his things, and see what he likes most?

Yeeeeah, no. That's invasion of privacy.

Fortunately enough for you, you're done your last class at 3:15pm and you can head to the mall which is nearby. You do so, first going to the food court and getting a bite to eat. When that's all finished, you get up, push in your chair, and sweep the contents on the table before placing them in their right disposals. Now the search is on, you have to find something Austin-y.

If only it's as easy as it sounds.

Getting gifts for guys in general is always a challenge. But having to know what a person likes just by the brief interactions you've had over a saving scenario? That's a whole other level up.

You make sure your eyes scan every store that's in this mall. Usually when you did come here, you'd barely pay attention because you always came with intent. Now, you're led to this mall with the mission of spending a few hours and then leaving with something that looks just like Austin, and that alone would require intricate searching.

You stop by the entrance of a sports store, but you aren't even sure what Austin likes. He's got the height of a basketball player, yet the build of a volleyball player. Although there's something about him that can also be drawn to golf. Or maybe he's more of a water guy, like surfing.

"Can I help you with anything?" A male employee suddenly asks and you snap out of your thinking, looking at the worker.

"Oh. No, that's okay."

The man smiles and nods before walking away. You know that no doubt he has to constantly ask people if they need assistance because his job requires it, but he makes sure to leave you and not push you into receiving his help. You're thankful for that, as you don't have the energy for piling pressures.

You stay by the door only a few seconds more as you look at baseball caps, gear, and jerseys. It's all great stuff, but you're just stumped because you actually have no idea what Austin would want, and you don't want to guess things. You want a perfect gift.

You spin on your heel and walk away, now looking for something else. It has to be something that he'd appreciate, something that's his right from the bat. Something that has his name written all over it. You're finally just debating on whether or not you'll cook up a scrumptious meal and just have him eat that when he comes back, but what if he gets hungry on the drive back and orders In-n-out?

You shake your head, now starting to feel frustrated as you go down the escalator yet again. It's hard to try to find what you don't know you're looking for.

Suddenly, just when you're about to give up, a small Gift Shop catches your eye. You walk in, immediately noticing the decor of customized items, which now gives you an idea. Austin's a well-known name. You can have something with his name on it, but what? You walk around the shop, noticing small sets of jewelry with either names or initials. You then see near the back of the store there's houseware items like mugs, chinas, glasses, and ceramics. Next to those sections there are aisles for creativity such as sketchbooks, journals, and frames.

What would Austin get?

A mug, though as beautiful and useful it would be seems like much. A necklace with his name seems like an intimate gift, something that could have so many meanings and confuse the man. You don't even know if he has a partner so you're not going to risk that. A sketchbook would be gorgeous but there's only the problem of not knowing whether or not he can draw.

Your eyes land on the journals and for some strange reason, your brain clicks. There's something about writing, something about it that doesn't have to be select but general. You can see Austin being the type to write things down, and even if he's not one to write his thoughts down, it can be of use for organizing or planning. You look through the sections of names and then find easily in the 'A' section, a medium Taupe shade journal that has the name 'Austin' in cursive lettering. It's beautifully hard cover with full pages and a soft grey ribbon over as a bookmark.

Your hands grab it immediately and you find yourself smiling. It's small, but thoughtful nonetheless. As you buy the journal and leave the store, you see a candle store that's near as well, and you suddenly remember Austin saying something about candles that make him fall asleep. You experiment and buy a Cocoa-Bean flavored candle that you've always liked. You're content with your thank you gift and you start to head to the apartment.

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You like studying with music on. Whether in the library with your headphones in, or blasted from your phone, like right now at Austin's apartment. You're sitting on the couch in the living room, in front of a large coffee table, where your textbooks and notes are spread out on top of each other. The reason why you're here and not in your room is that you want to make sure to see Austin's reaction to the gift that awaits him just by the door, so as soon as he gets inside he's greeted with a gift.

You're listening to the chorus of one of your favorite songs, humming along so much so that you don't even notice that the doorknob jangles and Austin is now inside. That it, until you look up from your work and glance to the door and you see a tall familiar figure closing the door behind him and locking it. You smile, lowering the volume down. When you check the time on your phone, it's 11:02pm.

"Hi!" You call out and then Austin turns. He's wearing a black crewneck over blue jeans, and his jacket as well as what looks like a coffee mug is held in his hand. He smiles at you.

"I thought you were a burglar for a second." He says, blowing out a sigh.

You smile. "Yes, of course. I'm the burglar who'd break in houses and study." I say sarcastically and Austin laughs heartily which makes you smile.

"How was the day?" You ask, noticing that as Austin puts up his coat, there's no sight of him noticing the gift bag right at his feet just in front of him.

He rubs his eyes. "Long, but it was great. How was yours?" He asks.

I nod. "Good." You answer.

Austin starts to take off his shoes. "I'm just gonna take a shower and then-" he pauses, his eyes now averting to the gift that's in front of him and you now smile, sitting on the edge of your seat.

Austin looks up at you in confusion. "What's that?" He asks slowly.

You look at the bag and then back at Austin. "A way of saying thank you when there's no other ways to say it." You reply simply.

Much to Austin's surprise he blinks again, reaching down to grab the gift bag. He shakes his head. "You really shouldn't have." He says as he slips into his slippers.

"It's not much," You warn. "I don't know anything of you yet, but hopefully you like it." You say.

Austin gives a small smile. "I'm positive, whatever it is, I'm gonna like it." He reassures you as he walks over to where you are in the living room.

You watch as Austin sits across from you on the other couch, now noticing just how long his legs are.

"What could it be..." He mutters to himself as he now looks down, his tired eyes glistening with a hint of curiousity and excitement.

"Don't expect much." You warn, calling out. Your stomach twists as you anticipate and lean forward in your seat. Somehow all of the happiness from buying your small items is starting to leave you and be replaced with doubt. What if Austin doesn't like it? What if the Cocoa bean smell makes him sick or what if he doesn't like the journal at all? You try to tell yourself that if anything, it's the thought that counts, and you're sure Austin will see it that way too, but you don't know for certain.

What if he actually hates it?

"Seriously, it's not a lot. Like, at all." You repeat. Whether those words are for him or to doubt yourself, you don't know.

Austin ignores you, ruffling through the wrapping paper. He dives in, eyes squinted as his hand goes to the bag and then takes out the cocoa bean waxlight candle. He smiles dropping the bag in his lap and holds it with both hands.

"Oh boy!" Austin smiles from ear-to-ear. He looks at you, his eyes bright and vibrant.

"This is incredible." He brings it to his nose and inhales, closing his eyes for a second before re-opening them. "This smells amazing, thank you so much." He says.

You tilt your head, giving a skeptical look. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it. I'm gonna light it in my room before I go to sleep tonight." Austin declares, placing the candle next to him on the couch.

"Thank you." He appreciates and then goes back to the bag. You can only watch in silence, choosing not to make a comment. Either Austin really likes the gifts, or he's a really great actor.

Austin goes back to the gift back and this time looks down and doesn't pick anything up blindly. He looks at the journal, a smile on his face before he picks it up and out of the bag.

"No way!" He says, looking at it. His fingers trace the cursive lettering of his name and I smile just seeing how much of a kid he looks like.

"I don't know if you journal or write but I just thought-" You start.

"This is the best gift in the world. I do journal, and I haven't had the chance to get a new one and I finished my previous one a week ago. How'd you even know I needed a knew one?" Austin asks in disbelief, shaking his head with a smile.

You pause. "I...didn't know." You say.

"Well, it was the perfect timing. Thank you so much, you really shouldn't have. Really." Austin says, putting the items back in the bag. He gets up from his seat and lets out a short laugh.

"Man, I can't believe it." He says, before looking at you.

"Is there any chance I can hug you, or something?" Austin asks.

You blink in confusion. You knew that maybe it was possible that Austin would've liked your gifts, but you weren't sure how much until right now, where his face resembles a little boy's getting his favorite toy at Christmastime. You nod, starting to stand as a smile breaks out on your own face.

"Yes, of course." You say, walking around the coffee table and standing to face him.

Austin shoots you a grin and then stretches his arms just as you do, and you hold on to him, just like you did that last night at the gas station. Austin squeezes you, as his long arms wrap around your back and you rest your chin against his shoulder, feeling a slight tickle of his stubble against your neck. You're not that shorter than him, you're above average height by a little, and somehow you find it nicer because your breathing patterns match his and his face is near your face. If you're to look up, you'd be looking right into his eyes, but for now you just enjoy being enveloped like you are in his embrace.

"Thank you so much." Austin says and you start to feel his grip loosen. You depart just at the same time he does, but he stays facing you, his large hands imprinted on your shoulders causing a type of weight but security nonetheless.

"It's not much." You say, and Austin shoots a smile.

"Keep saying that and maybe one day I'll believe you." He says. "But really, I'm so appreciative of this." He says.

You smile at him, looking into his intense eyes. "I'm glad you like them." You say.

You both stay there for a few awkward seconds of not saying anything, just staring at each other. You're not sure what it is, hie height, his smile, his hair, his eyes, how he looks at you, perhaps? You feel your face starting to heat up and your heart is beating a little bit faster than it should be.

You flicker your eyes down, trying to not let Austin catch you so flushed. "Um..." You start, though the words that's supposed to come out betray you and you're left saying nothing.

Austin somehow gets the memo as he finally let's go of your shoulders and takes a step back, flashing a smile. He doesn't seem to notice your red face or heavy breathing.

"I'm gonna go, shower." He excuses himself. You nod, quickly, going back to sit down.

"Did you already eat?" Austin asks, retrieving the gift bag that he left on the couch. He takes the handle and stands with it in his hand.

You nod. "Yes."

"Mm. Okay." Austin mutters before he holds the gift up and looks at you. "Thanks again." He says and you smile at him, watching him leave to his room.

The feeling you now are sitting with makes you confused. You're not sure of how you haven't noticed it the first time you left, maybe because you were panicking about who was following you, but Austin is a very attractive man. If you can manage your feelings and just leave it as so, then living with him will be harmless.

If not, however, which you have a strange feeling your feelings can't be managed, you can only pray for help in the days to come.

How is this your life?

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Loved rescuer!! You’re a great writer 💗 hoping for a second part, if there is one- I’ll be there x

NO WAY ughhhh thank you so so very much I'm like actually crying 😭😭 you're also in luck, part 2 comes out later today!!!! thank you my love 💗💗

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Rescuer (part 1)

Summary: (I'm not very good at summaries but!)

This whole concept came to me after watching Butler's interview with Josh Horowitz. Just seeing him in his hoodie and with his scruff just in that cold apartment over zoom made me think of this whole concept, yet it's super long, so I'm writing it in parts. I also got inspired seeing all those pictures with fans on the set of Bikeriders.

This is a fic where while walking alone at night, reader is being followed, but fortunately before anything can happen Austin saves reader.

Word Count: 4291

Disclaimer: This is my first time using Tumblr and first story posted here. I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: uncomfortable topic of being followed late at night, family dysfunction...

Hope you enjoy! (y'all I am SO nervous to put this out there lol)

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You close the front door and seal it with the lock. It's pitch black outside, a swollen full moon out with distant clouds. The air you breathe is cold and fans out little fog clouds each time an exhale escapes your mouth. It's no later than 12:00 am and you just finished all that you were taking for the night.

You would be back in a few days, when you were sure your Dad would be out. He was away this night, working a long night shift and you knew that. That was the reason why you managed to sneak back into the house and take some more of your belongings without your dad knowing you were here. It was clear he didn't want you back, not after that explosive argument last week that the two of you had which left him kicking you out.

You had no problem with leaving. Actually, it was something that tempted your mind for quite some time now. Somewhere between dad's anger, and the two of you fighting all the time, it was so exhausting. He made you get out of the house and made it very clear that he didn't want to see you again. You grabbed some extra clothing and toiletries for the night and your backpack before you called your friend Ava asking if you could sleep over. She was obviously awake and wasn't one who would take much to persuade.

You didn't go into detail of why you needed to be over there. It was late and the last thing you wanted to do was tell her that you, a college student, was officially homeless, having no real thought-out plan of what you would do. You just kept it simple; you were at the campus library studying into the night and by the time you headed back, you realized you forgot your keys and no one was in the house.

'just need somewhere to sleep for the night and then i'll be out tomorrow morning. kinda crazy how this is my life rn ahahaha'

You had texted Ava those words, to which responded in laughing crying emojis.

'dww!! it's life. it happens. i'll make sure to give you some of my clothes'

Shoot. The clothes. Although you did have a set of pajamas for the night, it would probably make more sense that you would burrow Ava's clothes. After all, you were locked out of your house. Where would those clothes come from if otherwise?

You placed everything you gathered in your backpack and took the bus to get to the other side of town. On the bus there was practically no one and as you had the back seats to yourself, you took this time to really think about what this meant for you.

You didn't have a home. You had class in the morning, and then two more in the afternoon, but you didn't have a home.

If you wanted help (which you probably should have asked for), that would require you telling the whole story of what happened, which was something you didn't want to go through.

If you took time to really think about it, you would probably cry. It was a surprise that you haven't done it yet, but it was probably because you haven't had the time, in retrospect. It was only the sound of your dad's tone that rung your ears, telling you to "leave and never come back" that made you scurry to your room, take what you needed to take and leave without saying another word, or giving eye contact to your parents. Your body moved quickly than what your mind could even process and now that you were sitting still since this pressing hour of chaos, you allowed your eyes to close, resting your hand on the top of your head as a small sigh escapes your breath.

What would you do now?

You stayed in that position for only a little while before deciding on opening your phone and choosing to listen to the song you thought would suit the moment best. As you looked out with window, you allowed for the duration of the melody to give you a sort of comfort and you told yourself deep down inside that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay.

That was last week.

Now, as you start down the stairs throwing one more glance over your shoulder at your old house, you tread down the street. For these past few days you've just been keeping yourself in an small Inn. It's been okay, mostly you were out for the day and so the Inn only did its thing and helped you out at night with a bed to lay down on and rest. But tonight was your last night and you had no idea what you were going to do afterward.

You were sort of on this plan of just going to a 24/hour coffee shop and stay there "studying" for the night. You've looked it up and there are a couple of places in the area. So, you considered that at least for the night you'd stay at the coffee shop to think things through.

You aren't alone as you walk. You glance down at your phone and notice that you have 15 more minutes before you'd reach the bus stop. The sounds of footsteps are distant behind you and, just because, you look over your shoulder just a little bit, but a chill runs through your arms when seeing that it's a man wearing all black with a hood over his head. He looks right out you and you whip your head forward, feeling your chest heave in a mini-gasp.

Now, you tell yourself, there's no need to overreact.

That would usually help you, but it is late and dark, and no one else is out. Plus, he's walking pretty slow, and has no problem with walking and staying behind you. Curiosity now takes over you as you decide to lessen the pace of your walk just a tad, and suddenly you hear his footsteps slow its pace as well.

Frowning, you now pick up the pace, to which this man does the same. Your heart starts beating fast and you check your surroundings, realizing the neighborhood you're in is dark and the lights to the houses by the streets are all out, indicating that everyone is either asleep or away.

You take a breath and decide to cross the street, just going at it because there aren't any on-going cars, but once you reach the sidewalk, you look down at the silhouette that's casted from the orange streetlight and see a distant but present shadow still trailing behind you.

You are officially. Being. Followed.

You've heard of stuff happening like this, and it's absolutely horrible. No one should be able to feel their own life being threatened just by walking down the streets at night. You just never thought of it happening to you, yet right now, your chest rises and falls as your hands collect sweat.

You have to stay calm.

If you start running, chances are he'll take off after you. You need to lead him someplace where there's people, yet you don't know this area half as well, and it's hard to make up places in the dark.

Silently praying that nothing happens, you take a risk a turn a sharp corner to another block which at this intersection you would normally continue to walk straight, but your legs aren't in control of what's going on and move out of fear and in search for desperate help.

Your eyes luckily find a light and you realize that you're coming to a gas station. The lights are open, so you knew that there has to at least be someone in the corner store. If you just casually walk in, the man following you would have to leave.

You start to hear footsteps from behind you pick up and your heart starts pounding within your chest. For some strange reason, although you are ridiculously scared, you aren't running. You aren't screaming for help. You're managing to speed walk with your head held high although trying to focus on your breathing and steady yourself. It's crazy how you're not looking back, but only walking faster, keeping your eyes straight on the blaring lights.

The Gas Station is right across the street from you and- without even clicking any buttons at the intersection which you should- you walk down the street and go up the small hill, and as your eyes avert to the station, you notice a tall man in a Carhartt jacket over black jeans, walking out of the corner store. He's looking down at the receipt in his hands as he walks to the pump. You're relieved to see someone at least, and you know that you're just seconds away from safety. However, as you're walking, you're scared when you see now in the corner of your eye, the man who is following you, starts jogging in your direction.

Without thinking you start making a light jog, no longer to the corner store, but to the man who's right in front of you, who has no idea of what small chase scene is in front of him as he looks at his receipt. By the sound of nearing footsteps, the man in front of you looks up just in time for you to greet him loudly before wrapping your arms around his neck, holding on to his tall frame. The man stumbles backward, but you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

"The man behind me is following me, please help me," You whisper, and that's all it takes before you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist.

"Hey, babe, sorry, I was just about to text you. Didn't mean to make you walk over to me." He says, the low tone of his voice vibrates your forehead as your head rests against his chest.

You're squeezing him now, thankful that the security in his voice and the tightness in his hold makes you feel safe right here in the Gas Station parking lot, right where some creep has followed you to. You don't even know if he's still there, or walking closer, and you don't want to know. You're not lifting your head up from being buried in this man's chest.

"Hey, the funniest thing happened at work today, but I'll tell you all about it once we go home. And you get to pick the movie tonight, but I gotta tell ya, if it's those cartoons again, I might just cry." The man says, a small chuckle coming out. A breath escapes your lips, almost like relief in itself. You'd smile if you could, if you weren't so scared.

Now, as you're still in the hug, you can't really hear anything. It's quiet and you're not sure what's happening in the world where your face is not against the fabric of a fall jacket, where you're not heavily breathing with tears stinging your eyes. You'd like to hear what's going on, or maybe you don't, but you can't, because all you hear is the sound of your heart pounding through your ears.

Finally after what seems like the longest seconds of your life, you feel the pad of a thumb stroke slowly through your hair just barely, just enough that you can tell it's within intent. To soothe you. You begin to match your breathing, your chest rising and falling, to the thumb strokes against your hair. You suddenly feel a lift of the hand and arms start to loosen just by a little bit.

"He's gone." You hear this man whisper in your ear.

Those words suddenly break you and now all of the emotion from the following to the chase catch up to you as hot tears slide down your cheek.

The man in your arms now holds you tightly once more and starts swaying you in his embrace.

"I am so sorry. I truly am, I...I'm so sorry." He says, with a deep and genuine ache in his voice. You nod, even though he did nothing but save you from what could've been, and just the thoughts of how the night could've turned out entirely worse, sobs now bubble and pour out as you begin crying on his chest.

"Do you wanna sit in my car?" His voice asks, and you hear the decibel of his voice raise just a little bit higher as it coats with soft and gentleness. You realize he's asking you that way because he wants you to decide. He wants to make it clear that whatever it is, he's not the one telling you to do anything. Not after this horrible experience.

"Okay." You choke out, nodding once again, before you slowly pull yourself away from where you nestle in his chest. You blink back to reality and look around you, seeing that the creep indeed is gone and you're standing outside in the parking lot of the Gas Station, while this tall man, who looks just a few years older than you, stares at you with kindness and grace. This is the first time you actually look into the eyes of your angel of the night. He has golden hair, a hint of scruff on his chin and around his pink full lips, with piercing baby blue eyes that sparkle even in dim light.

You try to smile, though you're wiping your eyes at the same time, and you can't help but feel like you look rather like a mess.

"Thank you so much." You say above a whisper.

The man doesn't comment on what he did, instead takes your arm gently and leads you to his car, a black vehicle near the last pump nearest to the car wash. While one hand still rests on your arm, you watch as this man digs up his car keys from his jacket pocket and unlocks the doors. He opens the passenger seat for you, to which you whisper thanks before he closes the door and walks around his car, leaving you only a few seconds to truly absorb everything that just happened in what seems to be in slow motion and in a flash at the same time.

You sit in silence for a moment, leaning backward in your seat as you try to look back and see if the creepy man would just pop out from nowhere. You're subconsciously doing it. You don't even realize that's what you're doing, looking at the back window until his hand is planted on your arm, bringing you back into reality. You turn immediately, looking at your rescurer.

"You're safe here." He says.

You nod. You believe him, but you don't even realize your hands are shaking until he looks at them, and you notice his jaw clench. You hug yourself, trying to remove the attention from your shaking hands and you feel his hand touch your shoulder. You try another smile as you turn to look at him.

"Thank you. I don't know what more to say but... thank you so much." You say, feeling like there are not enough words to express the true gratitude your heart.

He nods before he looks down in his lap, letting out a big sigh. You shake your head in response, now using your hands to massage your forehead in small circles. The two of you are silent in the car, but the both of you are thinking of everything that went down.

"My mind wants to think about how...he could've done anything to me. I've just been saved, and that's what I'm shook up about- the fact that it could have happened." You say, wondering what's even wrong with you.

Sure, you almost had something terrible happen to you. But someone came to your rescue just before it did. And instead of focusing on that and being grateful, you're still thinking of what it was that could've happened. Is that normal?

"I would be more concerned if you weren't thinking about the "what ifs". That's completely and totally valid." The man sitting beside you says. He then takes another breath.

"But I'm so glad nothing happened. And I'm proud of you for doing what you did. You know, you saw someone and immediately went to them when you felt in danger." He expresses.

You're sort of blocking that amount of praise that's trying to enter in, just because you don't believe you did anything out of braveness but out of fear. You were trembling in this man's arms, for crying out loud. He could have someone, or maybe he didn't want to get involved, or anything of that matter. But, you were grateful nonetheless.

"Thank you for going along." You say in a small voice. And he really was amazing. There was something about what he said, there was no hint of never knowing you before this. It was like you both were together. It was like you were truly going home with him. It was like you were going to pick the movie. With no hesitance he was able to get into this character and save you just by how he held you.

He shakes his head now, folding his arms as he looks ahead. "I was, uh...I was supposed to go to the other gas station, a few miles away from this one. There was too much traffic, and I decided to go here, even though I was complaining because the prices here are more expensive. But I realize that there was a reason why I was here."

He turns and looks at you, an actual scared look on his face. "If we were just seconds from each other, who knows what could've happened?"

You close your eyes. Your mind is going there, but you don't want it to. You don't want to go there. Based on the fact that you're not answering, the man breaths out a sigh.

"What happens now? Is there somewhere I can take you? Are you going home?" He then asks.

Your eyes then flicker open. How are you going to explain this?

Somehow in the midst of everything going on, you haven't thought of the fact that there was no place to stay. That your friends' places couldn't be used, or that your time at the local Inn was up. You couldn't think of anything when that creep was after you, but now that it's all over, you have to face the reality of the scary revelation.

"I, uh..." Your eyes flicker down, and you look at your shoelaces. You then look over at him. You're about to tell him, but your throat gets caught and you bring a hand to your head and close your eyes, slowly rubbing your forehead in small circles.

"You can just take me to the coffee shop. The one on Berden." You reply, your voice small.

He blinks at you, before giving a little nod, and you watch as his fingers mindlessly strokes the bit of scruff his has on his chin.

"Oh. Sure, yeah, we can stop for coffee if that's what you'd like. And then after that where will I take you?" He asks.

"Well..." You let out a breath. "I'm going to be staying there. I have, um...I have a lot of studying I need to do. That's where I was going, anyway. To the café...before...y'know, everything happened. Before I met you. I was on my way to the coffee shop." You ramble on.

You mentally kick yourself. Why do you have to sound so awkward when you're lying? I mean, sure you actually do need to study, but you're not really planning on it.

The man's eyebrows furrow as he turns and looks at you. You can tell just by the look in his eye that he's confused, and that he doesn't believe you.

"You can't study now. Not after everything. You need to rest somewhere." He argues.

You shrug, not meeting his eyes. "I'll be okay."

"I won't be able to sleep knowing that I had a chance of taking you home and refusing it. It's no problem driving you, really. Even if you live an hour away." The man says.

"It's okay, really." You try and persuade.

"It's just..." You watch as the man sighs, drawing his fingers to the scruff of his chin. He scoffs. "I don't know, it's so dangerous here."

He looks over at you in seriousness. "Is there no where I can drop you off?"

You nod. "Yes, the café on Ber-"

"No, no." You watch as the man shakes his head. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. When he finally looks at you, you swallow the guilt of not being able to tell him the whole truth. In this stranger's eyes there's a look of wanting to keep you secure.

"I have this feeling...you don't want to be home right now." He guesses, his voice a whisper.

That causes you to look down at your shoes. You feel his eyes on you and you know you're done. With that instant motion of not being able to look him in the eye, you're sure he can tell that his assumption is right.

When you finally look at him, you shoot a small smile. "You know...I can take the bus or something. You've done so much for me already, and I thank you. But, you probably have family waiting for you at home, or someplace to be." You say.

There's a silence as the man leans back, his back touching the seat. He slowly smiles, looking down at his hands.

"I uh...I live by myself in a lowly apartment, so...it really is no problem to-"

Suddenly, the man stops talking and then turns to look at you. He looks at you with a puzzled look on his face and you're wondering just what it is that he's thinking.

"I could propose something, but it might be strange." He starts, his fingers going back to resting on his chin.

He tends to do that a lot more than he's conscious of, you think to yourself.

You look at the hesitance on his face and blink. "What is it?"

"Well," He sits up straighter in his seat. "What if you just crashed at my place for the night?" He asks.

You blink. "What?"

He shoots a gentle smile. "Yeah, I mean...it's late, and it's obvious you don't want to go home. My apartment's close, and..." He holds you arm gently.

"I'd be completely out of your hair, there's a room that's completely secluded, you wouldn't see me at all, and there's office space if you dare wish to study...even though, I personally feel like with everything that's happened, going to sleep would be the best option, um...but I...I could make you some tea, uh...and I have these scented candles that I find always helps me, just feel better after a long tiring day...of course, I've never been through what you've just gone through, I mean that's absolutely terrifying, but-"

You then touch his arm. The poor man is rambling without even taking a breath. And he looks so apologetic, almost like it was his fault.

"What's your name?" You ask, changing the subject completely.

It takes him aback, for sure, and you find yourself start to smile. He blinks, chucking a little bit.

"I guess we haven't really formally introduced each other. I'm Austin." He says, extending his hand out.

You look at his eyes. Austin. It wouldn't be the first name you would guess, it's sort of unexpected, but looking at his face, you don't know if there's any other name you would give. It's charming, which is one of the words you would use to describe him.

You smile, reaching over and shaking Austin's hand as you say your own name. He gives a friendly smile laughs.

"Nice to meet you." He says shyly, which causes you both to laugh awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you, Austin." You smile. Then Austin looks at you with a serious look.

"Hey, um...I really am offering for you to stay at my apartment. Just for the night if that's easiest, and then," He shrugs. "And then, whatever you want to happen next, I'll allow." He says.

You nod. You know his intentions are good. You know, and it doesn't take much to know- that he is a good man. You almost experienced what wasn't a good man, and it scared you. It scares you to think that somewhere that man, and other people like him are out and about, roaming innocent streets to do sinful deeds for humans that don't deserve anything like that.

A chill runs down your spine as you think back to what could've been. Right now, however, there is nowhere else you can go. You'll admit you're in a very vulnerable state. You're mind isn't the best that it can be. You're still shook up. You're scared, and you know deep down that if you are anywhere away from Austin this time of night, you'd be even more afraid.

So with that, you look at Austin, who's been looking at you this whole time. You take a deep breath and then nod.

"Okay. I can go to your place for tonight. Thank you." You say in a small voice.

Austin nods, giving your arm another reassuring touch before he starts the car. And without another word he's set and soon you both are off, driving into the empty streets of night.

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