#🌻austin : starter

[libraryofdesire]

🌻 open to: females and males. 🌻connection: workout client. 🌻 muse: austin matthews. 30-35.switch. bisexual. personal trainer. himbo golden retriever energy.

it was taking every ounce of his will power to keep looking at their face. the contours of their body, the slick of sweat from working so hard. their ass which was jiggling so beautifully, that he maybe had to add more squats into their routine. okay he definitely had to.

"one and there we go, well done." austin stepped closer, carefully taking the weight out of their hands. arm accidentally brushing their hip, his gaze diverted for a moment as he went to step towards the weight shelf, carrying them with ease. he put them down, wiping his hands for a moment, before he glanced towards the mirror, trying to subtly badly check them out. he heard their voice echoed out, and he blinked, suddenly aware that he had no idea what they'd said.

"huh?"

[daddyhausen]

• sunflowers — hangman adam page — chapter three •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { hangman adam page masterlist }

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{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 946

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page

{ genre } — fluff

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{ chapter two }

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{ you have chosen : introduce yourself to him }

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you froze in position, skin pale with fright. even upon willow’s urges to reveal yourself to him. through the small crack in the wooden framing, you caught a glimpse of him once more, noticing now that he was facing in your general direction, eyes pierced, seemingly on you, cold and steely. his arms folded across his broad chest, foot tapping lightly to a non existent rhythm, tongue poking the inside of his cheek with an impatient scowl. he seemed rather frightening in this state, despite his demeanour being somewhat approachable beforehand.

“are you gonna reveal yourself or am i gonna have to get the shotgun?” his voice all the while stern, was filled with an empty threat. what good farmer would allow a mere stable hand to carry around a weapon? not your father, that's for sure. 

“well…” willow whispered, a small purse in her lips as she backed up against the stable door. “i’ll leave you to it”

god curse that woman!

you inhaled slowly, your breath shaky, veins full of nerves as you tried to stabilise yourself, quickly peering around the corner, a meek introduction to say the least. the furrow in his brow softened, so did the slight clench in his jaw. unfolding his arms to present a more friendly demeanour.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to frighten you-” 

“no no, i’m sorry. i shouldn't have been staring, it was rude of me-” you popped out from behind the wall, all too eager to apologise yourself, interrupting him mid sentence in the process. he tilted his head to the side slightly, a faint puppy like grin curled across the corners of his lips 

“you were starin’, huh?” he bit back with a sharp flirtatious with that caught you off guard for a second, taking a step closer as you did the same, almost mimicking him. 

“no! well i mean- of course not!” goddamn it y/n! do you have to be so bloody obvious!?

“its alright, you can stare. i don’t mind” he gave a small chuckle in response, returning to grooming a cream coated stallion. an awkward silence befell the both of you. although you were sure it was only you it was affecting. 

“i take it you ain’t no farmhand then?” he questioned, cocking and eyebrow slightly

you folded your arms across your chest, in a sort of fake offence, a scowl rolling of your tongue, merely stepping an inch closer to him, you were not sure if it was an intimidation tactic or if you just wanted to get a closer look as his handsome features 

“and why would you assume that” you bit back with the same flirtatious with he has provided moments earlier 

“well, them pretty clothes for starters, plus your father told me to keep an eye out for you” he placed the grooming brush down, offering the stallion a gentle scratch behind the ears before turning to face you once more

“he said you were a rambunctious one, although he did not mention stalkin’ was one of your attributes” 

it was at this moment you were able to take in his features fully. stray strands of honey-gold curls fell loose from the bun, framing his face slightly before he’d absentmindedly tuck them behind his ears. his eyes were wide and curious, colour blue like that of the cornflowers that grew in the garden bed by the front porch, blinking ever so slowly as whenever he was entranced in conversation, his brow furrowed slightly, not in frustration whatsoever, merely squinting from the harsh summer sun beating through the cracks in the stable walls

“of course he keeps it a secret so as to not scare off potential suitors” you joked, a warm, almost enamoured feeling flooded your veins as a deep, hearty chuckle left his lips. his smile was bright, so full of life and love for it.

“i’m adam by the way” the name suited him, a soft smile graced his lips, a sliver of trust in those cornflower blues, he extended his hand for you to shake, one of which you timidly accepted.

“y/n” you responded, cheeks bursting with heat as his lips made contact with the tops of your knuckles, a sweet gesture with anything. 

“so you like horses?” a stupid question it was really, only you’d mention it to save yourself the embarrassment before another awkward silence befell the both of you once more. you felt his eyes glanced down at your for a moment before clearing his throat 

“i wouldn't be workin’ here if i didn't” he began, his gaze still fixated on you for the moment. “what about yourself?”

“i don’t mind ‘em” you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, “i just know father breeds them, for racing and all that sort”

adam gave a soft nod of acknowledgement, taking a seat on the bundles of hay to your left. 

“you ride?” he queried 

you shot him a questioning look, an eyebrow cocked up in suspicious

“the horses, i mean” he reiterated, breaking his gaze for the first time in what seemed like minutes. his cheeks flared up with his, a warm pinkish hue against his gold locks. you nodded your head awkwardly, taking a seat beside him, fumbling with the stray strands of hay poking up from beside your skirt 

“hmm, not since i was a little girl. had to tone it down since my father wanted me to be a more sophisticated woman”  you joked once more tossing the stand of hay to the floor haphazardly. adam’s lips pursed into a thin line, followed by a soft hum. 

“maybe i could help refresh your memory, if you’re free of course?”

“that would be nice” 

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[libraryofdesire]

🌻 open to: females and males. 🌻connection: partner, colleague, client, friend, step-sibling, sibling-in-law. 🌻 muse: austin matthews. 30-35. switch. bisexual. personal trainer. himbo golden retriever energy.

"is something wrong?"

it sounds like a bit of a stupid question, but he genuinely can't figure out why they look upset. it's not his fault -- is it?

austin's mind races through his mental calendar of dates and notes and upcoming events but he can't place it. maybe he didn't write it down, or maybe it's not something event related at all, maybe he forget to text back, or maybe he had made a verbal promise and he just couldn't recall it. maybe.

he frowned, a sad look taking over his green hues, shifting closer to them. "was it me? did i do something? was i meant to do somethin' or do i need to go talk to somebody or?" austin almost whines, the idea of them being upset because of him making them almost physically uncomfortable.

[libraryofdesire]

🌻 closed starter:@highinfidelty 🌻muses: austin & cassandra.

"baby, you gotta stop."

austin is playful. his words come out more soft and kind then frustrated or angry. especially when aimed at his beautiful cassandra. his cass. how could be anything but love struck with her?

he just doesn't know how she's got all this energy. tour has ended. his games are over. it's break time yet she comes practically bounding from the waves, looking like a god damn angel as she does. austin's always considered cass to be smart, to be clever, to be talented. but damn sometimes she feels like a little blonde energiser bunny.

"c'mere." large hand reaches up to beckon her closer. she's much too fair away for his liking, especially when she's dressed in a bikini like that. "c'mere baby."