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"Heya, Kid" | Part One - Impetuous

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Summary: Austin comes 'home' to have dinner with his Canadian family before filming begins on his latest movie. As an extra with a small part in said film, you allow your frustration at Austin's inability to see you as a women lead you to some impetuous actions. Actions that have consequences.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Impetuous Reader, Mild Violence, Threats of Sexual Violence, Discussion of Consent, Tears, Cats, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ Only

Author's Note: I've taken a lot of liberties with describing the reader's family here. I've also made the reader Canadian - it's not that bad just extra u's, free healthcare, higher taxes, and less gun violence. I'm probably going to be posting Part Two tomorrow. Enjoy!

Word Count: 6234

You thought you were over it.

The crush that seized you the first time you laid eyes on a tan, blonde, barely eighteen-year-old Austin Butler in 2009. Yet here he was, standing in the foyer of your parent’s large heritage home in Vancouver, his looks refined with age, and you could barely breathe.

Exclamations at how long it has been and how handsome he is and how good it is to see him rang out in the crowded space and you could not help the smirk at the exasperated look your sister was shooting you from behind Austin.

“I’m here too, you guys!” She eventually cried and your mother finally stopped smothering Austin and pulled her into a hug too.

You turned to go finish assembling the salad you had been asked to bring when a large, warm hand landed on your shoulder.

“Heya, kid.” He said in his remarkably deeper voice, still marred by his method-acting submersion into Elvis.

Fuck, you hated when he called you that. You were only four years younger than him, but when you had met that age difference had made you only fourteen. Still in middle school. To him you had been a kid and apparently always would be. You plastered a smile on your face and turned to look up at him.

“Hey Austin.” You somehow managed to speak, despite the rich blue of his eyes searing into every muscle of your body.

He pulled you into a respectful hug, not pulling you too tight, but you could definitely tell he had only gotten stronger since you had last seen him.

“Good to see you.” He nodded as he stepped back, and you nodded dumbly in reply before your mother was once again hugging him and pulling him towards the living room.

Thirteen years. Thirteen years had passed since your older sister had taken a job as a personal assistant/guardian in the flourishing Vancouver entertainment industry. Thirteen years since a young kid from southern California had come up to film Life Unexpected. And while the role had only lasted one season, their working partnership was still solidly in place thirteen years later. Wherever Austin had gone, so had your sister. At first, his career had been slow to take off and she had taken other jobs as well, but now. Now he was a full-fledged A-list movie start and she was his manager.

He had been such a sweet, lost little boy in 2009 that your parents had immediately adopted him as a member of the family. He had been around almost every day that summer and into the fall before the show wrapped. Swimming in the pool, soaking in the hot tub, eating your parents’ cooking, sleeping over in the carriage house. And even though he had not set foot back into their house since then, because he and your sister were together so often, he was the recipient of a yearly Christmas card and family letter (which your father affectionately called the brag rag). It was also why there were pictures of him scattered throughout the house, and he had been forcefully kept up to date on your graduation from high school and university, your first job, your own apartment.

You laughed as you reminisced about your teenaged self as you started slicing the cucumbers. How you had worn all your best clothes and borrowed a bathing suit of questionable coverage from your friend, trying to place yourself in his eyeline. And the whole time he had seen you as just a kid. As well as completely desperate, surely. Adding the last of the ingredients to your salad, you carried it to the dining table, impressed by the lengths your mother had gone with the table setting. There was also a huge roast in the oven with all the sides.

It was solidly in the no-man’s land between Canadian and American Thanksgiving; there was nothing special about today other than that fact that Austin was visiting for the first time in thirteen years. You leaned against the doorway of the dining room, watching him regale you parents with a story about the latest incredible celebrity encounter he had, you sister adding colour commentary.

When you met him, he had had a baby-face with Bieber bangs and well now…it looked as though some divine hand had honed his cheekbones and jawline until the were sharp and defined. The loss of the bangs was something to be celebrated, and his voice had dropped maybe half an octave...But those eyes had not changed one bit. There was a bone-weary look about them, but they were still a sharp, shining azure.

You would like to think that you had also grown up over the last thirteen years. That he could maybe, possibly finally see you as a woman. Because, yes, you had absolutely been thinking about his impending time in the city and what it might all mean. He had very neatly stuck a pin into that filmy, thin bubble of hope, bursting it ruthlessly, when he called you kid.

You father cleared his throat, startling you out of your thoughts and you swallowed sheepishly.

“Just wanted to know if Mom wanted to serve those cocktails now?” You quickly asked, glad you had arrived early and had a rundown of her menu plans. When she replied in the affirmative, you headed back into the kitchen to start mixing the cocktails per the recipe she had left out.

Filling the glasses, you carefully carried the tray into the living room, holding it out for Austin to grab a glass first before offering it to the rest of the family. Taking the last glass on the tray, you sat on the loveseat next to your sister, tucking the tray between the wall and the furniture.

“Cheers! Welcome back to your Canadian home, Austin.” Your father lifted his glass in a toast, and you all leaned in to clink your glasses together.

Settling back in your seat, you took a deep sip, pleased with how the cocktail had turned out.

“You make a good drink, kid.” Austin grinned and you bit your lip as heat flooded your cheeks and annoyance pricked your mind. A conflict of emotions in response to a comment that both praised and infantilized you.

“Thank you. So are you starting filming right away or…” You tried to steer to conversation away from your ability to make and drink alcoholic beverages as your grip on the glass was becoming precariously tight.

“Couple of days of pre-production, then yes. Friday, we start.” He nodded.

“You two will be working together!” Your mom suddenly gushed, and you looked down at your lap as there was something truly mortifying about the way she talked you up to other people.

“Did you follow in your big sister’s footsteps, kid?” Austin asked, surprise evident in his tone.

Your free hand bunched into a fist on your thigh as you raised your head again to answer properly.

“Oh, no. Just working a few days as an extra later in the month.” You took a fortifying sip of your drink. “Started doing it back in university for some sporadic income. Now it’s a bit of a hobby.” You shrugged a little as you fought against the tightness in your chest, born of the intensity of his focus on you, to fill your lungs sufficiently.

“Looking forward to it, then. Suppose you don’t know your scenes yet?” He tilted his head, matching you sip for sip.

You shook your head.

“I usually find out on the day I arrive, honestly. Should be a fun one, with mobsters and all.” You nodded and he replied with a smirk.

The timer went off, interrupting cocktail hour and your mother went to pull the roast out the oven. She called you in to help get the rest of the sides prepped and served, leaving your father and sister to entertain Austin. This was how it always went; you were after all the youngest and the only child who stayed in the city. Tonight, you were grateful for the chance to escape that intense gaze before you snapped at him and petulantly insisted you were an adult now. How embarrassing, and contradictory, that would be.

Not twenty minutes later, dinner was served. You sat beside your sister, Austin across from the pair of you, your parents at the head and foot of the heavily laden table.

“So, when are the rest of the people coming?” Your sister quipped and you all laughed brightly at your mother’s exasperation.

“Well now you don’t have to pack lunches.” She said pointedly to your sister and started to serve.

You pressed your lips together to hide your smirk and passed the potatoes along after taking a scoop. Once every plate was brimming with food, you all dug in happily.

“Delicious, as always.” Austin grinned at your mother, and she preened under his praise.

“So, are you guys all packed?” Your sister asked.

“Well, we’ve almost packed everything we own so I’d hope so?” Your father replied and once again everyone laughed at your mother’s expense.

“Four weeks in the Bahamas sounds like bliss.” Austin sighed, envy colouring his words.

“It’s going to be incredible, and we’ll be back in time for the holidays, too. Just sorry we’ll miss the most of your visit.” You mother patted his hand fondly.

You were impressed at her ability to remain upright under the brilliant smile he shone upon her and focused on taking a bite of all the different flavours on your plate. Eventually you had to lean back in defeat, your eyes bigger than your stomach. You shook your head with a sigh.

“That was delicious, mom. I just can’t…”

“And there’s still dessert!” Your father reminded you and everyone groaned remorsefully.

“A break, then. Let’s take a break in the living room.” She beamed proudly, loving to feed people.

You stood to begin collecting dishes, carrying them to the kitchen to pack up the leftovers.

“No no no, I’ll help her, you go sit.” You could hear Austin admonishing your mother gently and looked up as he arrived with an armful of plates.

“You can go sit, too. I’ve got this.” You murmured, feeling a bit guilty about how tired he looked.

“Gotta do something to earn my keep, kid.” He directed a playful smirk in your direction, his cherry pink lips curling up at the corner, before heading back to the dining room to grab some more dishes.

He made it halfway back to you before you realized you were still rooted to the spot before you lurched into action, filling tupperware and scraping plates and loading the dishwasher. Between the two of you, everything was cleared up and put away in short order and you rejoined the rest of the group in the living room.

In a room full of big personalities, you were happy to sit back and enjoy the flow of conversation around you. Work had been a bit hectic of late, with the end of the year quickly approaching, and you were admittedly tired. The ‘kid’ shaped bullets fired from Austin’s plush lips had done nothing to help either, draining you of all hope you had secreted away in the darkest corner of your heart. It was good to see him, undoubtedly, but also a bit of a let down.

Your mother stood to serve desert and you followed, carrying plates out to everyone where they remained in the living room. After you were all well and truly stuffed, you looked to your sister.

“Do you guys need a ride? I’ve got my car here.”

“Sure!” She replied with a nod. “I think the hotel is really close to your apartment?”

You nodded as the three of you stood slowly.

“10-minute walk, it’s really not out of the way at all.” You smiled and leaned in to hug your parents. “Safe trip guys, I’ll be checking the mail as requested.”

There were more hugs and farewells before you headed outside to your modest car, your sister insisting Austin take the front seat. You felt his eyes on you, watching you drive as though it was the most revelatory experience of his entire life. It did nothing for your nerves. Thankfully, he fell asleep before he managed to call you ‘kid’ again. You smirked as you met your sister’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Happens all the time.” She murmured and you shook your head.

Poor man must be exhausted…you almost felt guilty as you pulled up to the Parq Vancouver complex, where they would be staying and filming. You reached out to touch his shoulder gently.

“Austin?” You spoke softly and flinched as his had snapped out like a viper to grab your wrist, inhaling sharply, looking around defensively before he saw your face.

“Sorry ‘bout that” He mumbled; lips clumsy with the residue of sleep.

“It’s fine, it’s ok” You spoke quickly before he could tack ‘kid’ onto the statement.

It was difficult to ignore the way his firm grip felt on your wrist. The way the skin of his lightly calloused fingertips burned into yours. The strength in his hand. Somehow, you managed to hold out until he returned your hand, barely breathing, but still alive.

“Well…guess we’ll see you in a few weeks.” He smiled warmly, scrubbing the sleep from his face to step out of the car into a haze of flashing paparazzi cameras.

“Night sis.” Your sister patted your shoulder from the backseat, and you waved back at her as she followed him inside.

The next few weeks passed quietly. Your parents made it to the Bahamas without issue and were happily torturing you with gorgeous photos as you made the daily trip to check their mail. Truly you had not used your car this often since you bought it, everything usually within walking distance from your apartment. Two days before you were due on set, you received an email requesting that you shave you legs to meet wardrobe requirements. That was definitely a new one, but it was actually not the weirdest request that had been made of you as an extra.

You arrived on set at 6 AM, choosing to walk over as it, frankly, was the same amount of time by car and walking was free. Your eyes widened as you were informed that you would be one of a heap of women on a mob boss’s hotel bed, dressing in not very much at all. You briefly wondered who exactly was portraying this mob boss, but you were quickly whisked out to the production trailers parked alongside the building on Pacific Boulevard. They put you in a robe to go through hair and makeup, apply lotions and glitter to your skin to make you appear dewy and luscious. A few of the other women sharing the scene were in the trailer with you and it was thankfully easy to bond with them.

Wardrobe had you try on a few different lingerie combinations before you ended up in a black, lace-trimmed negligee with structured undergarments beneath to give you a perfect cinematic shape. Sliding the robe back on, you headed into the back entrance of the hotel with your new friends, riding the elevator up to the penthouse. The assistant director greeted you and showed you around the set, making sure you all felt comfortable before they blocked out the scene with the actor’s body double, allowing lighting and photography to get everything set. You could easily tell the man was not a stand-in for Austin.

To your understanding, there would be a romp with the mob boss, interrupted by a young, brash lieutenant. It ultimately involved a bomb being planted by said lieutenant and carnage would result. You were actually quite excited to play dead, you had never done that before, but that was still a few days off. Today was the romping.

Draped across the bed, you could not help but notice the body double of the young lieutenant looked remarkably similar to Austin’s proportions. A fact which was confirmed when the man himself sauntered in, wearing some perfectly tailor trousers, a button-up shirt, and a vest. He was in the midst of taking a deep sip from a bottle of water. A bottle of water which slipped from his fingers when his eyes landed on you, with four other women, barely dressed on the bed. Oops.

Your sister bustled in behind him to clean up and he looked down at her startled.

“Have you seen what they’ve done with your sister?” He gasped.

The assistant director started talking through the next part of the scene and you did your best to focus but could not ignore your sister’s attempts to calm him down and guide him out of the room. Not long after, Connor Richie, the tall, broad, muscular, dark-haired actor playing the aforementioned mob boss arrived in a silk robe. You found it difficult to breathe as it sunk just what you would get to do with that gorgeous man…with his long, wavy locks begging to be tugged.

He shook each of your hands warmly and you smiled up at him through your lashes, not trying to be flirtatious. It was a side-effect of the position you were in. And well, maybe a little flirtatious. You felt your skin warm with the grin he offered before he turned to the now-present director with an idea to do coke off one of the women’s bodies. The director loved it and asked for volunteers.

There was hesitation from the others, and well, you felt a bit bold, so you nodded.

“Sure, I’ll do it.”

The grin Connor rewarded you with made you swallow roughly and almost bite you lip…thankfully you remembered you were wearing make-up and managed to stop yourself. Someone from props procured inositol vitamin powder, a painless prop for cocaine, and a hundred-dollar bill. It was decided he would snort it off your outer thigh as you lay on your side facing him. The five of you ran through the mechanics of the scene a few times before everyone felt ready and comfortable. Hair and makeup did some final touch ups before the camera finally started rolling. You found it remarkably easy to giggle and pet at Connor, licking your lips as they did some wide and mid shots before doing the closeup on your thigh. You were very thankful for all the attention makeup had paid to your skin.

He was kind, friendly, and more than a little flirtatious between takes and resets. It felt undeniably good to be seen as an attractive woman, so you did nothing to discourage his behaviour. You were so immersed in the entire experience that it honestly startled you when they called a break for lunch. You found yourself rather stiff as you slid off the bed and indulged your body’s need to stretch for a few moments. You did not miss the way Connor’s eyes watched your movements from the bed as he chatted with his personal assistant.

Sliding on your robe, you hurried down to one of the ballrooms where the lunch service was set-up for the production. You were about to carry your tray to sit with your scene mates, but your sister grabbed your arm and led you to a quiet corner.

“So! Fun role this time” She teased with a grin, and you looked down, suddenly embarrassed to have your sister call you out on it.

“I mean…I guess? You’ll get to see a very close-up shot of my thigh if you go see it…”

She snorted as you sat down at an empty table in the back.

“Well, Austin was shocked, let’s just say that.” She smirked and took a bite of her lunch.

You shook your head with a deep sigh.

“That’s because, to Austin, I’m still fourteen years old…” You stabbed the food on your plate a little too aggressively.

“Maybe so…I calmed him down, reminded him there was no way you could have given us a heads up because they take your phone when you’re on set.” She took another bite. “But Mr. Richie…well…” She grinned and you laughed shyly, shaking your head.

“He’s very nice and professional.” You murmured unconvincingly, pushing your next bite around on the plate before piercing it with your fork.

“And the looks definitely don’t hurt, hmmm…?” She waggled her eyebrows and you both cracked up.

“Man, it’s good to see you sis…” You slid an arm around her in a half hug and the two of you spent the rest of the lunch break catching up.

After lunch, because Austin was still wrapping up a scene elsewhere, you filmed some more footage of the bed pile until he was finally available mid-afternoon.

The shot where Austin burst in called for you to pull Connor’s face towards your crotch and you did not miss the way that the muscles of Austin’s jaw bulged as he clenched his teeth. Thankfully, his character was supposed to look annoyed, but his grip on the bag of money (with a secret bomb planted inside), had his knuckles turning white.

As Connor’s character sat up to argue with Austin’s, you pressed up against his back as directed, sliding your arm around his torso and nibbling at his earlobe. One of the other women was attacking the other side of his neck as the last two were working at his robe. It all resulted in a writhing mess of flesh as the backdrop for an intense argument between the mob’s past and its future. You made the mistake of meeting Austin’s eyes during one take, teeth sinking in a little deeper into Connor’s earlobe at the burning malice that had his azure eyes blazing with intensity.

Connor hissed and gripped your thigh warningly.

“Easy there, vixen….” He growled and continued the scene.

The director loved it, thankfully. After they cut to shoot coverage from another angle, you pulled back and quickly apologized to him. He tossed his head back, laughing richly, hand patting your thigh where it still rested.

“Just fine, minx. It worked well. Do it every time.” He smirked back at you, and you grinned a little, looking up at him playfully through your lashes. Flirting without a single camera rolling.

There was a bang from the hall, making everyone jump. You saw your sister going running by, following in the direction that Austin had stormed off to. It was your turn to grit your teeth. Who the fuck did he think he was?! Your keeper?!

After an awfully long afternoon, the director called it a day before anyone went into overtime. There was still a lot of the fight to shoot, and the lead up to the explosion. Tomorrow would be just as long and gruelling. But when Connor kissed your cheek before sliding from the bed…you grinned to yourself a little. It might not be all bad. Despite the glowering, lanky blonde man in the corner.

The next morning, once you were finished with hair and make-up, you made your way up to the penthouse with your scene-mates again. But this time, Austin was waiting when the elevator doors opened, arms crossed.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” His tone negated the rise at the end of the statement that was supposed to make it a question. Made it a command.

“Uh, sure?” You looked to the assistant director, who was also waiting for the four of you, and they nodded.

“You can have five minutes, then we need you.” They led the other girls into the bedroom as Austin took you into one of the other rooms in the suite.

It was being used for storage, you guessed, based on the fact that it was full of camera and lighting equipment.

“So…what’s up?” You tilted your head, trying not to jump to conclusions. Despite the fact that you could feel in your bones that a lecture was coming.

“Look, kid, I really don’t think this is a good idea. Any of it. But we’ve already got a whole day of you dressed like…” His hand gestured up and down the length of you, even though you were still wearing your robe. Your fists clenched at your sides. “But Connor Richie?” He raised his eyebrows sceptically, the name obviously leaving a bad taste in his mouth as it came out through a pinched expression. “He’s not a good man, especially not for someone like you.”

Your own eyebrows rocketed upwards and all the bitterness you had been swallowing back as you tried to endure his inability to see you for who you were now…it crashed against the feeble dam you had built and burst forth.

“Someone like me, Austin?!” You snapped and he looked startled as though you had slapped him. “A twenty-seven-year-old, sexually active woman who willing consented to this part?! It’s been thirteen fucking years. I am NOT A CHILD ANYMORE. I do not have to take this shit from you just because you knew me for a few months ages ago. And for fuck’s sake, stop calling me kid!”

Not even waiting for a reply, not even wanting to hear one, you turned and quickly made your way to the set. As you walked you took deep breaths and physically tried to shake the anger off of you, but the crew was eerily quiet…perhaps you should not have screamed parts of that. But the audacity of that man!

“You good?” The assistant director asked, and you nodded firmly, finding a smile, and got to work.

Connor arrived not long after and you two picked up right where you left off, chatting and giggling between shots. Austin arrived just before he was needed, still visibly shellshocked and looking at anything but you. There was a twinge of guilt now, but Connor pulled your attention back to him with another question about you. He was so interested, and paying attention, and making you feel wanted. It was in such stark contrast to everything you had been feeling from Austin.

By the time lunch rolled around, Austin was no longer needed for the rest of the scene, and he took his foul mood elsewhere. Leaving you with Connor who, without you really realizing it, was slowly wrapping you around his finger. By the end of that day, he had you straddling his thigh, feeding him fruit from a tray. So, when he asked you to come back to his room…well you were worked up enough to agree. Worked up enough to be reckless and put your own pleasure first, even before common sense.

The looks on the faces of the other women as you left with his arm around you caused the first flicker of shame, but he squeezed your hip and winked down at you and you pushed it aside. The looks of the crew in the elevator with you added a little more fuel to the fire and you shifted away slightly, but he easily pulled you back against his side. As you waited for him to swipe his key card at his door, the look on Austin’s face as he stepped out of the elevator onto the floor had a scorching blaze of shame roaring through you. Connor simply pulled you into the room, and you were so startled you did not even have time to school your face in front of the blonde man striding rapidly down the hall towards you. Let your sudden fear and regret and shame show nakedly on your features.

Once inside the room, Connor finally let you go as he headed to the bar to fix some drinks.

“Uh, Connor, I just realized I should really return this wardrobe, so no one gets in trouble.” You started inching back toward the door, but he seized your wrist with his long reach in a somewhat uncomfortable grip that had your heart beating double-time as it slammed against your ribs.

“Oh, they’ll be fine. You’ll get it back to them tomorrow.” He grinned salaciously and you felt your skin suddenly begin to crawl at the meaning behinds those words. Every fibre of your being was filled with revulsion. It was the ‘no feeling’ from sex-ed class made real and it was filling you with waves of nausea.

“You know, I’m not feeling well I should really…” You feebly tugged your arm trying to break his grip on your wrist. All you succeeded in doing was making him clench his grasp tighter, make your bones creak and your skin burn. “Ow!” You blurted without thinking and he was suddenly right in your face, looming above you. That height and strength that were initially attractive were now sinister and imposing.

“Look here you little cock-tease, you agreed to come up here after riling me up for two days straight. You don’t get to fucking back out now.” He growled, smirking as your eyes widened in terror.

“Connor please, I have to go…” You yelped as he slammed you into the wall, making your throat close in fear.

“Oh no you don’t, not until I’ve had what a want.” He snarled and leaned in to shove his tongue into your mouth, making tears prick the corner of your eyes as you futilely tried to squirm away.

The sound of a fist pounding on the door made you jump in your heightened fight-or-flight state. Connor pulled back to shout angrily,

“NOT NOW!”

It made you cower against the wall, gripping your robe shut with your free hand as though that might stop him when he turned back to you. There were more door-rattling bangs followed by a rage-filled voice you barely recognized.

“OPEN THE DOOR, CONNOR.” Austin. It was Austin on the other side of that door. “Don’t make me make a fucking scene out here.” He growled a little lower and you swallowed roughly as more tears flooded your eyes.

“Jesus fucking Christ, California boy.” Connor snarled and released you to wrench the door open. “What the fuck?” He looked down at him intimidatingly.

Austin did not even look at him, leaning down to peer into the room, looking for you. He spotted you not far away and spoke your name gently.

“You want to leave?” He asked calmly and you nodded quickly. “Can you say it for me?” He repeated, and you were too distraught to realize that he was forcing you to verbally withdraw consent.

“I want to leave.” You said, voice shaking, but words clear.

Austin finally looked to Connor pointedly and the man stepped back from the door with a dramatic sigh, leaving a gap large enough for you to dash from the room into the safety of the brightly lit hall.

“Little cock-tease is all yours, bro.” Connor snorted derisively and slammed to door sharply, making you jump yet again.

Austin stood glaring at the door for a few moments before he turned to you, features softened.

“Let’s get your clothes.” He said gently and, once you nodded pathetically, led you back to the elevators.

Thankfully, the others were gone, and you quickly returned your wardrobe, dressing in your own clothing. Austin was waiting for you outside the wardrobe trailer, hoodie up, hat and sunglasses on. He smiled softly.

“Let’s get you home.” And you were happy to follow because he felt safe and kind, despite how utterly rude you had been to him that morning.

He took you around to the taxi stand and you settled into the backseat, hugging your knees to your chest. It was not at all comfortable in the cramped space but…how could you have been so fucking stupid? To go back to some random celebrity’s room just because… just because you were so angry at Austin. Because you were seeking validation of your womanhood in all the wrong places.

You could see Austin watching intently from his side of the backseat as uncontrollable tears were rolling down your cheeks and splotching onto the knees your jeans. The ride was only ten minutes and Austin paid easily before sliding out, coming around to offer his hand. You hesitated a moment before reaching out to take it, watching his eyes immediately drop to your swelling wrist. You sniffed and took his hand, pulling him into the building before the paparazzi caught up.

You led him up to your apartment, dropping your keys on the entryway table and smiling softly as your cat came trotting to the door to greet you eagerly. You scooped her up into a hug and turned to let her sniff at Austin curiously as he closed the door behind him. He scratched her head gently before you set her down and kicked off your shoes, moving to sit on the couch in stunned silence.

“Do you have some ice?” He asked as he found your fridge, looking into the freezer. He joined you in the living room with a zipper bag of ice, wrapping it in a tea towel as he sat down before holding his hand out to you.

You swallowed and set your hand in his again, sucking a breath through your teeth as he set the makeshift icepack on your throbbing wrist.

“Thanks.” You murmured and looked to his face quickly. “Thank you for…” Your voice broke before you could finish your thought and you broke into soft, shuddering sobs.

He pulled you close, setting your head on his shoulder, cradling your injured hand between the two of you thoughtfully. His free hand traced soothing circles against your shoulder blades. He was silent, even though he had every right to crow ‘I told you so!’ and chide you for being the stupid child you had protested that you were not. Eventually your sobs subsided, and you were able to take a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry…” You whispered tearfully against him, and you felt him tense.

“What on earth are you apologizing for?” He asked incredulously.

You pulled back to look up at him guiltily.

“Screaming at you…” You clarified before looking down at your hand cupped in his.

He sighed softly and you felt, rather than saw, him shake his head.

“I should be the one apologizing…I had no idea how offensive it was, just a nickname I never stopped using. I’m sorry. You are definitely a grown woman now and I did not mean to make you feel otherwise. I was unfair.” He smiled gently as you risked a glance up at him.

“Oh, I dunno, the rest of my behaviour today was pretty fucking immature…” You muttered self-deprecatingly and his fingers twitched against yours.

“Doesn’t mean you did not have to right to withdraw your consent…You always have that…” He replied firmly and you could see the muscles of his jaw working through the memory of Connor’s behaviour.

You were struck by how very grown-up Austin was. He always had been older than you, but it was truly refreshing to hear a man speak openly about consent. Your lips twitched into a semblance of a smile, and you leaned forward to hug him with your free arm.

“Thank you…” You repeated yet again and he squeezed you back a little. “I’m thinking pizza for dinner tonight…d…w…would you stay? Let me pay?” You bit your lip as you pulled back and looked up at him.

He nodded softly and pulled the ice from your wrist.

“Need to take breaks with this.” He said and went to put it back in the freezer as you pulled up your favourite pizza place. Once he returned, he leaned in and made his food choices with you before you looked to him.

“I need to shower all this stuff off my body, are you ok if I leave you alone with the cat?” You chuckled softly as the aforementioned feline jumped onto his lap and rolled onto her back. “It’s not a trap, she really likes tummy scritches.” You demonstrated before he nodded for you to go ahead.

You returned freshly scrubbed, damp hair air drying because it would just be styled again tomorrow. Austin was watching something random on TV with a purring cat in his lap and the scene made you smile softly. Your phone vibrated with the call from the intercom downstairs, and you buzzed the driver up, fetching the pizza boxes from the door and bringing them to the living room.

You asked him to choose a movie and he settled on Cool Hand Luke for its complete absence of romance. Once the pizza was eaten, you took the empty boxes to the kitchen and reapplied the ice pack. In your brief absence, Austin had laid down to rest his head on the arm rest and was now sleeping soundly. You smiled softly at how peaceful and innocent he seemed, his face completely relaxed in slumber, his long legs folded up to fit within in confines of the couch.

Loathe to wake him, you turned off the television and gently draped a blanket over his form, smirking as your cat settled against his abdomen, purring happily. Feeling more than a little ragged yourself, you crawled into your bed, falling into a restless sleep full of repetitive dreams about what tomorrow’s final day on set might bring.

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Giving Thanks (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, cursing, implied smut

Summary: You and Bucky head to your family Thanksgiving dinner. Will your family like him? Will the dinner be a disaster? Will the turkey be underdone?

Part One: giving-thanks

Also I’m in love with this gif⬇️

It was Thanksgiving morning bright and early, 6:00am, you guys had to leave at 7:30 at the latest to be at your parents house in time. You were the type of person that could wake up and get straight out of bed, your boyfriend on the other hand, needed his morning cuddle time, or so he says. You had given him 15 minutes already and you two really needed to get up and get ready now. “Come onnnnnn Buck! We gotta get up!” You tried to convince him, “Dollll, five more minutes!” “I gave you 5 more minutes, 5 minutes ago!” You reason. “Please Buck, if you get up now we can drive your bike there!” You’ve resorted to bribery. At this, he sprung out of bed and gave you a kiss “I’m holdin’ ya to that doll!” He excitingly said. You two quickly got ready and were ready to go at 7:15. “Alright doll, bikes ready” Bucky walked in from the garage after checking his bike to make sure it was good to go. You sighed, you had dug this grave yourself, it wasn’t that you didn’t like riding on Bucky’s motorcycle, you just preferred to drive your car, that was safer, and had more space. “Alighty, you got the address, babe?” “Yeah I know where we’re going, don’t worry doll” You two were out the door in time and on the road to your parents house.

You arrived a little before schedule, probably because your boyfriend tended to not obey the speed limits. You parked the bike and Bucky got off first, then offering his hand to help you off, you took it and took the helmet off. You went up and knocked on your parents door and they instantly and eagerly opened the door. “Mom! Dad! Hey!” “Hey sweetie, and I’m assuming this would be your boyfriend” your mom said giving you a hug. “Hi, I’m James, but you can call me Bucky,” he said as he stuck his right hand out to shake you father’s hand. “Good to meet you Bucky, I’m a hugger sorry” your mom said giving Bucky a hug. Your dad asked Bucky a question about his bike and they then got on a tangent about motorcycles while Bucky showed your dad all the cool details on his bike, your boyfriend could talk about that thing for hours. You decided to go help your mom with the food, leaving the two men outside. “So, his arm…” your mom started, you knew this was coming, “is he that dude from the news?” She flat out asked. You sigh a little deciding on a complete honest answer, “he is, but all the bad stuff happened when he was brainwashed, he’s not that person anymore.” “Are you sure he’s good for you?” Your mom questioned, you knew it came from a good place but it still annoyed you that they would think that about your Bucky. “He’s nice, charming, smart, kind and funny, what happened wasn’t his fault and he’s the love of my life, he is most definitely ‘good for me’” you said, some of the annoyance lacing your voice. Without realizing it, Bucky and your dad had walked in just in time to hear that conversation. Everyone was in shock, even Bucky, who knew you loved him but hearing that made him so happy. “Welcome to the family kid, or should I say old man” your dad chuckled giving Bucky a loving slap on the back. Bucky smiled and your mom apologized and welcomed Bucky into the family. You were relieved.

The rest of your family arrived and the food was set on the table. Your mom probably texted the rest of your family about Bucky because no one dared even whisper a word about the Winter Soldier. Your family loved him by the end of it, as you knew they would, all he had to do was flash his patented charming Bucky smile and they liked him. After dinner, everyone left but since it was late you and Bucky decided to stay the night….The only bedroom left was your childhood bedroom, complete with the shrine to Captain America and Sargent James Barnes, as you were a history buff in high school….This would not go well for you.

“Do you guys need some clothes to change into or are you good?” Your mom worriedly questions. “I’ve got some clothes up there still and some stuff that should fit Buck,” you reassured her. You got to your bedroom door before you remembered all the history pictures and posters you had up. “Wait here for a few minutes while I take care of some…stuff,” you hurriedly told Bucky, but he had already put the pieces together that there was something in your childhood bedroom you were embarrassed by that he would find cute. Bucky entered the room despite what you told him and when he entered his ego burst through the roof and a teasing smirk appeared on his face. “Well doll, what is this, I never picked you as a history buff,” he teases, “where did you get that?” He asks seriously spotting his old howling commandos uniform. He rushes over to it and picks it up, then looking up at you in curiosity. “That’s not the real thing, I didn’t steal it from a museum or anything illegal,” you first assure him. You sigh, “it’s kind of embarrassing” you look down blush coating your cheeks. “Doll, I’m already head over heels for you, this just makes me love you even more, nothing you can say will change that, well I mean, unless you say you thought Steve was better looking in the history books.” He says the last part jokingly trying to lessen any pressure or tension in the room. “I kinda had to do a play in my junior year and so I made costumes for my group, we were doing a history thing about WWII and I kept my costumes. That one, and a dress like the USO girls wore in Steve’s old show thing.” Bucky’s eyes lit up with a combination of excitement and lust at the last bit. “Doll I’m going to need to see you in that costume, like yesterday.” Let’s just say it wasn’t the turkey that put you to sleep that night…..

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"Heya, Kid" | Part Two - Stranded

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Summary: Austin remains protective of you during your last day on set and when a winter storm threatens to ruin his Thanksgiving, you think of a way to express your gratitude.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Insults, Threats of Violence, Tense Situations, Discussion of Death and Gore, Cats, Mature/Explicit Themes [Indecent Exposure, Dirty Talk, Discussion of Wet Dreams, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Oral - F receiving, Cum Play (if you squint)} - +18 Only

Author's Note: In editing this I realized the cat feeding schedule might confuse people?! My cat eats many small meals around the clock, so it's not a mistake, just my weirdness projected into this story.

Word Count: 7288

Your alarm startled you awake early the next morning, and you sat up sharply, taking a moment to regain your bearings. Odd…your cat was not sleeping on the end of the bed as she usually was…You sighed deeply and slid out from under the warmth of your blankets to get ready in the washroom. You stumbled to a stop in the doorway to the living room as your eyes fell on Austin and your cat happily sleeping away on the couch.

“Traitor…” You whispered fondly and received a dramatic feline yawn in reply.

Laying your hand on his shoulder, you spoke his name softly.

“Austin…It’s time to get up…”

His hand shot out to grab your wrist, as he had in the car that first night, only this time you had to press your lips together to smother your yelp at the pain of it. His eyes, which had only opened a crack, shot wide and he pulled his hand back as quickly as if you had burned him. The cat leapt from the couch, trotting over to her bowl expectantly awaiting breakfast.

“Shit, sorry. Ugh...” he groaned a little as he sat up, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “How long was I asleep?” He asked, rubbing the fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

“All night” You smiled softly. “Do you want the bathroom first or second?”

“You go ahead, I’m still pulling myself back together here…” A jaw-cracking yawn seized him suddenly and you tried not to laugh.

“Ok but I’m turning on the light, so you don’t fall back asleep.” You closed your own eyes as you flicked it on, blinking them to adjust, before continuing to the bathroom.

You finished your morning routine within ten minutes, stepping back into the living room and sighing as his eyes were closed, his head leaning on the back of the couch.

“I’m awake!” He quickly said, springing to his feet and you laughed brightly.

“If you say so…” You made some hummus toast and hot beverages, sitting at the island to eat while listening to the morning radio show on your favourite station.

Austin joined you, devouring the food sleepily.

“I’ll just get dressed and we’ll drive over.” You nodded and you two were on your way shortly thereafter.

“Parking spot 354 is assigned to my room number, you can park underground for free.” He smiled, more awake now as the grey, pale light of early dawn flowed over the city.

“Thanks, Austin.” You smiled in return and wound your way down beneath the building to park in his space.

You took the elevator to the main floor as he selected the floor his room was on.

“See you in a bit.” He smiled softly as you headed out to go through your extensive post-explosion makeup for that day.

It was both fascinating and gruesome, the way they marred your skin with debris and gore before giving you the grey/green pallor of death.

“Freaky!” One of your scene mates squealed and you laughed a little.

They had been a bit cold at first that morning, and you could not blame them considering your behaviour yesterday. Unprovoked, one of the wardrobe techs had started telling a story about a very angry, and still in costume, Connor in the hotel bar the evening before, both warning the four of you of his impending hangover and making it very clear that you had not spent much time in his room at all. It had helped dispel their coolness towards you, for which you were deeply grateful.

The set you walked into upstairs was dressed with debris, but the rest of the effects would be added in post, since they could not destroy a real hotel room. The assistant director helped place the four of you about the room, bodies akimbo as though you had been thrown by the blast. You were pleased to see that Connor’s character was placed a bit further from you, flat on his back on the bed, having been somewhat shielded by the bodies of the women crawling all over him when the bomb went off.

You shuddered a little at the memory of that but otherwise remained still as final approval was given by the director. You could hear conversation happening between a number of voices behind you, including Austin’s, as they blocked his movement through the debris for a rather complex scene from the strains of their discussion that reached your ears. You saw a collection of shoes come to rest in your eyeline and heard Austin’s sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, make-up did a good job, though.” He crouched down and frowned as he looked you over.

“’Tis but a scratch.” You mimicked a line from Monty Python’s Holy Grail and grinned as Austin cracked up. It was nice to make the others laugh as well, but he had looked so concerned at your state, it was especially lovely to see him relax.

Connor’s voice drifted into the room from the hallway, making you tense and Austin’s head snap in the direction of it. He stood to his full height and subtly shifted to block you from view behind his lanky legs as he continued his conversation with the director. Your heart throbbed a little as he stayed anchored to that spot, turning to speak to the others as they moved about the room, but never leaving his protective position. It was a good thing he was no longer facing you otherwise he would see the intense adoration you felt for him all over your face.

You were quite relieved to overhear that Connor would only be there for a few hours; the majority of the shots would be done with his stunt double. Each take had Austin moving back to the door, hurrying in to cry out for the foot soldiers to call for ambulances, as though the explosion had just happened. All the while looking quite pleased with the effectiveness of his weapon. There was a monologue he delivered to the corpse of the despicable mob boss played by Connor before he finished with a moment of remorse over your crumpled body.

And there he would remain, standing over you until the very last moment of the reset, until the assistant director shouted for ‘places!’. No one questioned it, but he was terribly effective at shielding you. As the crew broke for lunch you looked up as he held your robe out to you. You stood and slid it on carefully, turning to thank him. You blinked as he was frowning again. Clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth again.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quickly.

“I don’t suppose they put any bruising on your back?” He asked softly and you shook your head quickly before the memory of Connor slamming you back into the wall flashed before your eyes.

“Oh…” You frowned as well.

“I’ll get your sister to take a look at it.” He nodded and headed out carefully, not wanting to attract any more attention as everyone started to make their way to the lunchroom.

Your sister was waiting in the hall and took your arm, leading you down to her hotel room where she helped you get a good look at the marks on your back.

“You’d have grounds to…” She muttered and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Austin stopped anything truly unspeakable from happening…Not that I like the idea of him doing this to someone else…it’s just a very thin case…”

“I’ll get makeup to leak something, how about that?” She tilted her head and grinned broadly as you nodded your acquiescence. “You know, I’ve never seen him so angry as he was this morning. Ranting about tearing Connor limb from limb while also railing that it would ruin his career. So, we’ll let rumours take care it.”

There was a knock on the door before you could reply and your sister opened it to reveal Austin carrying three lunches. It was a nice, quiet meal. Well, aside from the two of them constantly mocking your deceased visage.

“Look, I’ll be alive again in a few hours, ok?!” You laughed softly and spent the rest of the break relaxing away from the bustle of the rest of the crew, pondering your sister’s comments about Austin’s rage.

After lunch, they lined up the close-ups for Connor and Austin and realized that the four of you were not needed so they excused you to wait in the sitting room of the suite on chairs that were covered with plastic to prevent any of the gore on your bodies transferring to the furniture. You had honestly never been in the position of counting down the minutes on set before, but as the end of the day approached, you grew increasingly relieved.

Make-up came and did some more touch-ups on you all before you were called back into the room. You were about to cross the threshold when Connor was suddenly blocking your way, making you stumble to a stop as your blood ran cold.

“Move it, tease.” He snarled and raised his hand to shove you out of the way until Austin’s tanned, elegant fingers wrapped around his wrist from behind.

“Just give her a moment, pretty sure she wants nothing more to do with you.” He ground out lowly and you turned, pressing back against the wall to allow him to pass.

While you were unable to see Austin’s face, you could see his muscled forearm exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Could see the way those muscles were bunched, the veins bulged. The way Austin’s grip on Connor was so tight it drove the blood from his fingertips, turning them white. Your wrist ached sympathetically, but you felt no pity for Connor himself.

Only once you were out of the way did Austin release his hand. Connor made a big show of yanking his hand free as soon as he felt the grip loosen, before storming off down the hall. You looked to Austin nervously, but he simply smiled and waived the four of you into the room, followed by Connor’s stunt double. There were whispers and murmurs but the assistant director commanded order once more and the director was able to capture all the footage they wanted of the scene.

There were ‘good job’s and farewells as the four of you were escorted off set and scrubbed clean before sliding back into your own clothing. Once you had your phone back, you texted your sister, asking her to thank Austin for you again. Your phone buzzed as you walked home, and you blinked as the number was unknown. You pulled it up hesitantly but smiled softly to see it was Austin.

– Hey, it’s Austin. Got your number from your sister, she swears you won’t mind, but if you do it’s her fault. I’m glad you were able to finish the role without too much bullshit from Connor. Let me know if you need anything else, ok? –

Swiping your key fob, you headed into your building and up to your apartment. As you opened the door, you raised your eyebrows as the cat was not immediately there to greet you on arrival. Unusual. You peered around the corner into the living room and clapped your hand over your mouth to smother your laugh. She was curled up tightly in a ball on the blanket that undoubtedly still smelled of Austin. You took a photo as quickly and quietly as possible before calling her name.

She gave you a sweet little trilling sound in greeting, trotting over to rub against your legs as you sent the photo to Austin.

– She really likes you. –

– I should come see her again – He replied.

– We would both like that. – You chewed on your lip as you sent that, hoping it was not too forward.

– So would I –

His reply made you smile with a sigh of relief.

It was nice to get back to your normal life the next day, waking up at your usual time and following a regular routine. Arriving home with fresh groceries you were startled to find Austin in the lobby, just about to buzz your phone.

“Hey, I uh…” He smiled at you sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Checking in for cat adoration duty?”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest as you unlocked the door, holding it open for him. While you had not expected him to show up quite so soon, you were admittedly delighted.

“She’ll be thrilled to see you.”

Indeed, she was, meowing loudly and throwing herself down on the hardwood to expose her belly to him eagerly. Sidling past him as he knelt to indulge her, you stepped into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter to unpack the groceries. The radio was playing in the background, something you left on to ‘keep the cat company.’ But the discussion of a potential winter storm next week caught your attention.

Austin came to stand beside you, cradling the cat in his arms as she enthusiastically rubbed her cheeks against his jawline. Envy of a cat was a new experience for you, but acutely felt.

“Damn…” He murmured and you looked up to him curiously. “Supposed to fly home for Thanksgiving after filming on Wednesday…if that forecast is accurate...”

You frowned softly and pulled up your weather app on your phone, making a bit of a face.

“80% chance six days out…But it could always change.” You tacked on, trying to be reassuring.

Your efforts were rewarded with a smile before he looked over your groceries.

“Can we cook?” He asked hopefully and you happily agreed.

Forty-five minutes later, you sat down together at the island counter to enjoy the fruits of your labour.

“Can we finish that movie? I’m off tomorrow.” He looked at you with adorably pleading eyes and you laughed warmly, bowing your head shyly to focus on breathing like a functional adult.

“Of course we can. You don’t have to keep asking permission, either.” You collected the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, settling in to finish the movie.

Well, you tried. Austin made it about forty-two minutes before he was once again passed out. You crept into your room, putting on fresh pillowcases before you woke him gently, hand on his shoulder.

This time, he did not grasp your wrist. No. He sighed your name, blanking your mind out completely before you processed the fact that he was blinking up at you defenselessly.

“You get the bed tonight…” You said gently to his groggy, bewildered face.

Using his fatigued state to your advantage, you took his hands and tugged him to his feet, walking backwards as you led him into your room. You tucked him into your bed with your cat, setting up some pillows and blankets to sleep on the couch yourself. You did not have the most comfortable sleep, but it was Friday today, as well as your work-from-home day.

Your cat made a brief appearance for breakfast, but immediately returned to bed with Austin as you settled in to work at your desk in the living room. You grew somewhat concerned as noon approached and neither of them had emerged from the bedroom. Peering into the room through the cracked door you had to smother your giggle with your hand.

Austin was curled up on his side with your cat nestled against his chest. She was laying on her back, one paw stretched towards the heavens, purring loudly. There was that envy again. You managed to sneak a photo before knocking on the door gently.

There was a sharp inhale of breath and some flailing before he sat up, once again groggy and bewildered.

“Holy fuck what time is it?” He mumbled, squinting into the daylight.

You pressed your lips together to smother your chuckle and cleared your throat.

“Almost lunch. Any requests?”

He shook his head, scrubbing his hands over his face, trying to wake himself up fully.

“I’ll think of something then. You’re welcome to shower or whatever. I’m, obviously, working from home today so…” You realized you were rambling, so you trailed off with a smile before heading to the kitchen to throw something brunch-like together.

He shuffled by to the washroom before emerging, eyes brighter and looking rested for the first time since he had arrived. You offered him a plate of food and took your break with him on the couch, eating happily. He left you to the rest of your workday, walking back to the hotel. You found yourself gazing off several times that afternoon with a soft grin on your face. No, you were decidedly not over your crush on this man at all.

As the days passed, the forecast for the winter storm became more severe and more likely. By Monday, all the flights out of the city were fully booked, if not over booked. The only reason you knew this was because you and Austin had begun a regular text correspondence. The director had reworked the schedule to the very limit, freeing him up for a departure around noon on Wednesday, but it was all for naught. Even if he drove south to Washington state or west to Calgary it was no good. There was not a flight to be found.

He seemed quite upset about missing the important family holiday, and you tried to distract him with cat pictures and videos as you stewed on an idea that had popped into your head. Tuesday morning you swung by the hotel to surprise your sister with some Starbucks and a brief walk along the waterfront before work.

“It all seems so peaceful and warm now…” She muttered and shook her head. “The calm before the storm!” She finished dramatically and you laughed brightly.

“Well…it’s kind of why I’m here…About how many stranded Americans do you think are here?”

She eyed you thoughtfully, footsteps halting as she made a mental tally.

“I’d say twenty? Twenty that can’t just drive home to Seattle…why?” She tilted her head suspiciously.

“You know how huge mom and dad’s house is and…well I have some holidays to use up before year end. I was thinking of throwing together a very ad hoc Thanksgiving-esque experience? Don’t look at me like that, why are you staring?!” You pointed at the stunned facial expression that bloomed on her face.

“I just…wow, that’s an awesome idea!”

You relaxed slightly at her exclamation.

“Would you…be open to inviting the people? I’ll get turkey, potatoes, and pre-made pies. We just need people to bring sides and stuff to stay over because…well it’s going to be impossible to travel for a few days.”

“I get the master bedroom then!” She grinned and took your arm as you shook your head, laughing ruefully as you walked back towards the hotel.

You parted ways there, heading into the office to request the rest of the week off. Your boss was hesitant but eventually agreed. With the storm on the horizon, it was doubtful that much work would be getting done anyway. At the end of the day, you headed to the grocery store and stocked up on turkey, potatoes, and pie for twenty, taking it over to your parents’ house. You spent the night at home before packing up your cat and moving her into the carriage house in their backyard. They had renovated it into a one-bedroom guest suite with kitchenette shortly after Austin had come into your lives.

Small and secluded, she would be comfortable with you there no matter how raucous the main house became. You made up beds and found air mattresses and sleeping bags. Let it never be said your mother was unprepared for anything. The turkey went into the oven around noon before you moved to set up the tables. You extended both the dining and kitchen tables as long as possible, lining them up to stretch into the living room as one long table.

You were in the middle of battling with a remarkably long tablecloth when you heard your sister call out from the front hall.

“Help has arrived!!” She cried, hustling into the kitchen with several bags of dinner rolls. Austin was hot on her heels with a few salads.

“Here let me help with that.” He smiled to you warmly and set down his armload before grabbing the end of the tablecloth to help you drape it across the two tables. “This is incredible, thank you so much for making this happen.” His eyes met yours, glowing with earnest warmth.

You looked down quickly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gratitude, smoothing your hair nervously.

“My pleasure…really…” You swallowed nervously and looked over to your sister as she spoke.

“So, we’ve got twenty-five including you and I.” She began digging out serving platters from the top levels of the cupboards. “Does mom still have that ridiculous turkey centerpiece?”

You giggled and nodded, knowing exactly which one she meant.

“She sure does, it’s in the holiday cupboard upstairs.” She quickly headed up to locate it while you and Austin worked at setting out chairs. “Looks like four of us will have to eat at the island…but we should all fit.”

“Thank you.” He repeated again softly and pulled you into a tight hug, bodies flush against one another. “If I can’t be with my real family at least I get to be with you two.”

Swallowing roughly, you slid your arms around his slender waist, squeezing him in return.

“I definitely owe you, I’m very happy to do it.” You murmured against his chest shyly.

“Found it!” You heard your sister’s triumphant cry as she stampeded down the stairs and the pair of you pulled apart quickly, looking busy when she carried in the cartoonish, ceramic turkey and plonked it down in the centre of the table. “Now, it’s Thanksgiving.” She declared, sending you all into a fit of laughter.

Working together, you peeled and quartered potatoes, getting several pots boiling just as the snow started to fall. Thankfully, Austin was there to help with mashing them all, switching out with you or your sister when your arms started to burn. Guests began arriving around five o’clock, just as the turkey came to temperature.

“Austin, could I bother you to help me pull this beast out of the oven? It’s thirty pounds and I barely got it in there.”

His eyes widened in awe before he excitedly pulled on oven mitts and lifted the damn thing by himself, setting it on the counter to rest before it would be carved. The sides that arrived were a mishmash of whatever could be found at the grocery store as the storm began to ramp up outside. Some brilliant soul had brought enough eggs to feed an army – breakfast for tomorrow.

 All flights were canceled, as predicted, but the stranded Americans had a feast of a meal crammed around the tables. You had meant to sit at the counter, but someone had declared that you, Austin, and your sister were not allowed to work anymore, and your trio was seated on the backside of the table, unable to get up even if you wanted to.

Food was demolished, conversation flowed, and the storm outside raged on. You found yourself taking a pause, leaning back in your chair and just soaking it all in.

“Best Thanksgiving of my life.” Austin whispered against your ear, sending the thrill of a shiver through you.

“Me too…” You glanced at him shyly as you nodded in agreement.

Four pies disappeared before the crowd finally declared they were sated, and they broke off into smaller groups. Some went to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in the family room downstairs, while others went out to the hot tub, and a dedicated group stayed to wash dishes and clean up. You decided to leave the table set up as-is for breakfast in the morning before your sister went off to watch the movie as well. Austin looked to you curiously.

“What are you thinking?” He tilted his head, and you bit your lip in thought.

“Hot tub?” You asked hesitantly.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a suit...damnit…”

“Well, my dad has some… you could borrow one? If you are ok with that, I know it might be a bit weird but,”

“Yes, perfect.” He cut you off and seized your hand. He pulled you upstairs to dig through your father’s closet, producing a few options.

He took the plain, black swim trunks and nodded. You grabbed some towels and a pair of tuques.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” He asked as you headed back down the hall.

“I’ve set myself up with the cat in the carriage house. There’s a sofa bed out there too if you haven’t claimed anywhere yet?”

“That’s perfect, I was wondering if she was here.” He grabbed his bag and slid on his shoes, running out through the snow with you to the carriage house.

You left him snuggling the cat as you headed into the bedroom to pull on your swimsuit and one of the tuques to keep you warm despite the driving snow.

“Am I ok to come out?” You asked through the door and waited as you heard a bit of struggle.

“Uh, yup!” He finally declared and you stepped out, mouth suddenly, violently dry at the vision of him in the slightly-too-large trunks barely clinging to his hips. The definition of his Adonis belt was enough to fell any person.

You tore your eyes from his physique and only then noticed his own were busily tracing the lines of your swimsuit, making heat rush through you.

“Here.” You abruptly held the tuque out to him, and he looked it over skeptically.

“I don’t think I can go out there wearing a Vancouver Canucks beanie…” He crinkled his nose.

“It’s a tuque and yes you can, or you’ll get cold.” You grinned a little, drunk on good food and excellent company, and stepped forward, pulling it onto his head firmly.

He playfully tried to thrash away, making you both unsteady on your feet. His warm palms quickly cupped your elbows, long fingers stretching up your biceps as he steadied you. The feel of his skin on yours made goosebumps race up your arms and pulled your nipples to stiff peaks against the lycra of your swimsuit.

“Thanks.” He smirked, hat partially pulled down over one eye and you laughed breathlessly.

He was so very close and smelled incredible…like whiskey and pumpkin pie and sandalwood. Your eyes were threatening to flutter shut, but thankfully your cat let out a mournful meow by her food dish.

“Oh, my goodness, yes darling it’s well past dinner, please forgive me.” You quickly went about feeding her before turning back to Austin. “Ready, sorry.”

“No apologies necessary.” He grinned, having been watching the two of you fondly. He pulled open the door and led you out through the now ankle-deep snow to join the others in the hot tub.

It was a tight squeeze, but you managed to slide into the warm water, Austin pressed fully against your side. Chatting and laughing for nearly an hour, eventually the rest of the group drifted inside to bed, leaving you and Austin as the last brave souls outside. Both your tuques were now plastered white with the thickly falling snow, and despite the excess of room, neither of you had made a move to put an inch of space between your bodies.

You leaned your head back to catch some snow on your tongue, brimming with satisfaction at how well your plan had gone.

“You know why I started calling you kid?” Austin said suddenly into the muffled silence of the night.

There was a quality to his voice, one that you had never heard before, that made it deeper and somewhat rougher. You turned to look at him curiously, surprisingly no longer angry to hear that term on his lips. You raised your eyebrows in silent prompting to continue.

“To remind myself that you were off limits…because I was so damned attracted to you, but it was definitely not legal…” You watched his lips form the words, a sort of ringing in your ears as it felt as though your heart briefly stopped.

“Wh…what?” You breathed shakily.

“I liked you from the moment I saw you, your parents’ pool is not that great…” He chuckled and looked down reflectively. “You’ve always been such a lovely person and now you’re an incredible woman…I could barely process it when I saw you in the foyer, so I just kept saying ‘kid.’” He sighed and leaned forward to rest his elbows his knees, looking back at you over his shoulder as his fingers ran along his jaw contemplatively. “And…well I just wanted you to know that I am still so very sorry that my own internal oddness hurt you so much…”

You had completely lost the ability to speak, to control your tongue, to form words. So, you reached out a hand, setting it on his cheek gently. You let out a soft noise of awe mixed with desperation as he pressed into your touch. His eyes snapped to yours and his tongue dragged along his generous lips before he began to turn toward you, to lean in. You surged forward to meet him, lips colliding with his in an explosion of thirteen years of pent-up attraction.

He lifted his hands from the water to cup your cheeks, scattering droplets across your heated skin. Your lips dragged along his, pressed against his, awakening a delicious buzz in the million nerve endings there. You tried to swallow back your mewl of delight, but you felt him smirk into the kiss and knew he had most assuredly heard it. Seeking anchorage, your hands gripped the sinewy muscle of his flanks under the water, thumbs sweeping up and down the ridge of his obliques. It was your turn to smirk as you felt, more than heard, his hum of delight. Tilting his head, he began to place open-mouthed kisses against your lips, sucking at your lower lip until your mouth parted for him.

As his tongue glided along yours, your grip on his sides tightened, fingers digging into his skin as you shifted closer. One of his hands dropped to your lower back, closing all distance between your torsos as he pressed tightly into you. The other shifted to grip the sides of your chin, controlling and guiding the angle of your head so his tongue could better reach every corner of your mouth. As your lungs began to ache, begging for air, you pulled back a fraction from his demanding kiss, panting heavily as your arms wound fully around him, hands pressing into his back. You looked up at him through your lashes in wonderment, not entirely convinced this was reality.

He kissed your nose gently, eyes reflecting a similar emotion.

“We should get you out of the water, prune fingers.” He grinned and you laughed brightly at the unexpected comment.

“Come on then…” You murmured thickly, voice roughened by arousal, and unwound yourself from his body.

Your arms felt instantly and mournfully empty, but you were not given much time to reflect on it as he slid to his feet. Those oversized trunks were yanked down by the swirl of the water around his hips, and you were treated to sight of his semi-hard, lengthy cock before he quickly yanked the fabric back up.

“Shit” He muttered, a rosy, pink blush blooming across his cheeks.

You were on your feet in a matter of moments, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the hot tub. You barely remembered to throw the cover back on it before shoving your feet into your shoes and shuffling through the deepening snow, the cold flakes sparking against your sweltering skin. His fingers laced through yours, following closely behind as you headed straight into the bedroom of the carriage house, turning to shut the door so the cat did not mistakenly think she was invited.

Glancing around the room, he spotted the ensuite and tugged you in there, releasing his grip on the trunks and letting them slide to tile floor with a wet splat. Reaching up to tug off his damp tuque covered in rapidly melting snow, you tossed it into the sink before sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling his lips down to yours once again.

Eagerly resuming his thorough tasting of your mouth, his own hands removed your tuque as well before they fell to cup your butt, pulling you close against him as he pushed you back against the vanity. Feeling his length sandwiched between your bodies, you rolled your hips forward to rub the fabric of your swimsuit along him teasingly. He shuddered against you, moaning slightly as his hands trailed up your sides to cup your breasts, drawing a reciprocal moan from you as they engulfed your sensitive flesh hotly. He manipulated the fabric of your swimsuit to drag the lining along your tender nubs, making you tremble against him as your fingers wove tighter into his sandy blonde hair.

Wanting him even closer, you backed up to sit on the counter, parting your legs to pull his hips flush to yours. Breaking your kiss, the pair of you groaned eagerly before he hungrily kissed along your jaw to attack the column of your throat. His hands busied themselves with the straps of your bathing suit and you dropped your arms to assist him in stripping you to your waist so that he might seal his mouth around the first nipple he could reach.

Arching and bucking against him, you clung to his shoulders as your head fell back with a soft cry of his name. Somehow, he managed to surge even closer to you at that sound and you gasped it again.

“Austin!” You bucked against him needily as he circled and tugged your other nipple with his fingers.

He groaned raggedly and started working your swimsuit the rest of the way off. You lifted your hips to help before your suit joined his on the floor with a wet splat of its own. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he hoisted you with a firm grim on your butt and carried you over to the bed. Gasping in surprise, you gripped his shoulders to try and hold yourself up, to assist him. He chuckled and shook his head before laying you down, standing between your legs at the foot of the bed to gaze down at you deliriously.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He ground out, tongue painting his kiss-swollen lips with a fresh coat of glossy saliva.

You bit your lip savagely, eyes staring up at him, frozen at the intensity of his statement. He smiled fondly and leaned down over you to kiss you warmly, whispering against your lips.

“God, I wish I had a condom…but I’m gonna make you feel so good anyway. Can I? Please?”

Looking up into his deep blue eyes you huffed a little in frustration. You had been hoping for this for over a decade and you were not going to let anything hold you back.

“I want you.” You stated boldly. “All of you. I am on birth control, and I want that gorgeous cock inside me.” You gulped a little as you had definitely said that aloud, your impetuousness shining through, but all your cards were now on the table.

He slammed the heel of his palm between his eyebrows, abdominal muscles tensing and flexing as precum began to leak from the tip of his length.

“You are countless wet dreams come to life.” His voice had a hint of a whine to it as he took slow, deep breaths.

You clenched around nothing at the flood of mental images that statement provided. Feeling slightly guilty, you stayed very, very still until he seemed to regain control of his body. He crawled over you, hand sliding to the middle of your back to guide you to shuffle with him up to the pillows before he caught your lips in a searing kiss. Hand cupping between your thighs, his elegant fingers traced along your heated folds before parting them to coat his fingertips with your arousal, circling your entrance. Panting eagerly against his lips, you gripped at his biceps, nails biting slightly at his skin. His warm breath caressed your face as he chuckled at the way you squirmed for him before he shifted to nibble at your lower lip.

When, at last, his fingers began to circle your clitoris, your nails dug into his skin almost painfully. He pulled back to look over your face, watching the way your eyes clenched shut and your lips parted to form soft curses.

“Oh, my pretty girl, do you need me as much as I need you?”

“Uh huh!” You whimpered and grazed your teeth along his jaw needily.

He pressed his lips to yours, briefly, hotly, before they trailed down your throat once more. As his forefinger began to sink into you, he sucked the tender flesh just below the hinge of your jaw between his lips. The combined sensations had you arching off the bed eagerly, scratching at his biceps as you cried out raggedly. A deep hum of approval reverberated against your throat as his middle finger joined his forefinger, thrusting into, and massaging, your walls rhythmically as his thumb took over the stimulation of your clitoris. Hooking his fingers forward, he searched until he felt that spongey spot deep inside you.

You gasped sharply and gripped his forearm bruisingly to keep him right there.

“Ohfuckyes…. please Austin…” You panted, chest heaving as he obliged, massaging insistently, making your eyes roll back in your head.

As you writhed beneath him, the soft flesh of your thigh brushed against the weeping tip of his cock. You had just enough mental capacity to focus on repeating that motion, wanting to give him just a taste of the pleasure he was giving you. His lips fell back from the throbbing spot on your throat with a shuddering gasp, and you were quite certain he had marked you. He ran his the flat of his tongue up the side of your neck, tasting your pulse as your heart crashed against your ribs. Your body was arching tighter and tighter, muscles tensing to rigidity until your orgasm pulled you under, drowning you in ecstasy, the tension ebbing from you as you gasped for breath.

“I’m going to make you do that again…” He groaned needily and caught your lips in a kiss without finesse. A kiss of pure desperation that had your hand reaching between your bodies to seek his length. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, your stroked along him, making his breath stutter against your lips and his hips buck towards your hand.

“I’m…you gotta…if you want me inside you, do it now…” He gritted out, brows knitted together in the effort of restraint. “Want you so bad I can barely hold on…”

You moaned softly at the impact of his words before shifting and lifting your hips, guiding him into your still quivering heat. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, groaning in agony at how well you two fit together. Once he was seated inside you completely, you wrapped your legs around his hips, rocking up against him, trying to encourage him to move.

“Oh fuck…” He hissed and rocked against you in return before sliding his hips back, only to push back into you eagerly.

He shifted back a little, fingers gripping at the headboard, settling onto his knees to thrust in earnest, skin slapping against skin as his near-black eyes bore down into yours with a mind-melting intensity. Your jaw hung open as he held you captive with that gaze, cock dragging along your walls, every vein providing a delicious friction that had the tension in your muscles quickly building again.

It felt so right and justified every fantasy you had ever had. He moaned your name, and you clenched around him involuntarily, sending him into a faster pace as he spat a string of curses, clenching his eyes shut. His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm, before his eyes shot wide.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” He yelped before slamming his hips to yours, filling you with his hot, and obviously unexpected, release.

You chewed on your lip savagely as you drank in the vision of his climax, a feeling of pride blooming beneath your breastbone at driving him to an orgasm like that. He barely gave himself enough time to catch his breath before he was sliding down your body, lips latching onto your clitoris, fingers plunging into your cum-filled heat. Your head thrashed to the side as he did not allow you to lose an inch of ground, easily finding your g-spot once more and silently demanding you climax again with his determined fingers.

Wrenching at the duvet cover, you ground against his mouth before succumbing to his adamant ministrations. A painful howl ripped from your throat as you climaxed for him again, sinking into the bedding bonelessly. He stretched out alongside you, body glistening with sweat, as he gasped for breath from the combined effort of his orgasm and yours.

Fluttering your eyes open, you reached out an arm that felt shockingly heavier than normal and cupped his cheek.

“Austin…” You sighed reverently and he dragged himself forward to kiss you sweetly. So sweetly it made your heart ache.

“When…we…can walk…we need a shower…” He grinned lopsidedly and you laughed breathlessly. The room definitely smelt of chlorine and sex.

“In…case it wasn’t…abundantly obvious…. I’ve been so very attracted to you…since we met…as well.” You panted and pressed a warm kiss to his brow.

After a succession of lazy and adoring kisses, you both felt strong enough to make it to the ensuite and cleaned each other up tenderly. You pressed apologetic kisses to the scratches you’d left on his arms, but he just eyed them proudly. Drying off and tidying the bed, you then slid on your pajamas, and he opened the door to grab his bag from the living room. You both laughed as the cat streaked into the room, obviously put out at her exclusion.

“Sorry darling let’s get you fed again” You kissed her fuzzy head as you picked her up and carried her to the kitchenette.

Once everyone was fed and dressed, the three of you curled up in the cozy bed as the snow continued to fall outside, sleeping deeply and peacefully. As soon as you heard the first few seconds of your alarm the next morning, you flung yourself at your phone to turn it off. Austin looked up at you blearily.

“Sorry I forgot to turn it off.” You set your phone down and slid out of bed to feed the cat, opening the door to take stock of the yard as she dug in. You did not notice Austin waiting for you in the doorway to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe sleepily.

You gasped as the snow was mid-calf in depth, a record amount for this time of year.

“Shit we really should have brought a shovel with us…” You muttered to yourself and blinked as Austin grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards the bed.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait until someone rescues us.” He grinned broadly and tumbled into the bed with you.

"Heya, Kid" Masterlist

Post-Script: I just wanted to clarify that this was written over the course of the past two weeks. I read the delicious Smutty Sunday by @mrsniallhoran505 this morning and saw that they have also written about premature ejaculation. It's such a hot theme that I was excited to see another author wrote it. Definitely give it a read if this awakened something in you!

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"Heya, Kid."

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Austin Butler x Female Reader

Austin Butler has been an honorary member of your family for the past thirteen years. When his latest film brings him back to Vancouver in November, you could not help but hope that he might finally see you as a woman. A woman who has been harbouring feelings for him for over a decade. Your disappointment at his continued use of the nickname 'kid' leads you to take some questionable actions that set in motion a series of events that will change your relationship with Austin forever.

Part One - Impetuous

Part Two - Stranded

Warnings: Angst, Impetuous Reader, Threats of Sexual Violence, Language, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ Only

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Giving Thanks

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, a tiny bit of angst, comment if I missed anything

Summary: Bucky and reader get invited to readers’ family thanksgiving

As always, please do not steal, translate or copy my work without permission! Enjoy! Also I don’t own any of the Marvel characters only any OCs I create.

“Oh god.”

“What’s wrong doll?”

You had just gotten off the phone with your parents who had just invited, more like demanded, that you and your boyfriend attend the Thanksgiving dinner at their house with all of your family. Not a big deal…right? Except none of your family has met your giant scary teddy bear of a boyfriend.

“We have to go to my parents for Thanksgiving” you sighed. “Maybe I can make up an excuse, like I’m throwing up from food poisoning, or I’ve got a migrain? Ooh I got the flu, that’s going around this time of year right?” You start to frantically panic, thinking of ways to get out of this.

“Doll, doll, doll, breathe,” he calms you “what’s so wrong with going to Thanksgiving with your folks? I’m happy to meet the people who created this smart, gorgeous dame right here.” You give him a small smile and blush at his compliment. “I’m just nervous babe, my family can be a handful already and I don’t want any of their comments or something get you down, or hurt you.”

“ Doll…..” Bucky says suspiciously, “have you told your family about…my….past” he says as he stumbles on the last words. “I may have glossed over that a bit” you say shyly, “not because I’m ashamed of you or anything, I just don’t want them to form bias opinions of you before they meet the real you, the one who is a giant, friendly teddy bear with the best hugs and most charming smile” you frantically add.

Bucky sighs at his cute girlfriend knowing she was never ashamed of him or his past, after the many, MANY, times she had reiterated it to him. “Doll, we are going to go, and we are going to get through this, together.”

~ Time skip to the day before Thanksgiving ~

As the days pass, the tables have been turning. You are getting more excited while Bucky is getting more anxious.

“Punk, what am I going to do if her family doesn’t like me? Or if they hate me because of the Winter Soldier? What if Y/N breaks up with me because of it? Also, what about this outfit?” Bucky anxiously questions to Steve as he helps Bucky pick out an outfit for tomorrow. “Well first, Y/N loves you and you two have been dating for a year and a half, she’s not going to break up with you just because her family doesn’t like you, she’s told you this. Two, I would recommend not going to Thanksgiving dinner with just a shirt and underwear on, maybe try some pants.” Steve responds chuckling at his childhood friend being so nervous he forgot pants. Bucky runs, grabs pants, puts them on and does a spin “Well?” He questions, “ Looks good jerk, you’ll be fine.”

That night Bucky kept tossing and turning, unable to sleep from nerves, and it didn’t go unnoticed by you. “ Buck, what wrong?” “Nothing doll, just can’t sleep.” You sit up and look at his face, the nervousness seeping from it, “ Babe, I can tell you’re nervous, talk to me.” “I’m scared doll, what if….” You cut him off, “James,” you use his real name so he knows you are being serious, “ No more what ifs, I love you, they will love you, and you are the most charming guy I’ve ever met, you will be alright. And that 0.00001% chance they don’t like you, I. Don’t. Care. I would choose you over them without even having to think about it. I love you.” You give him a kiss and end your pep talk with “ Now get over here and let me cuddle the nerves out of you till you fall asleep.” He gives you a small laugh at that last part and wiggles over into your embrace, all his worries washed away.

Author’s note: Hey! This is my first fanfic, I hope you all enjoyed it! Should I make a part 2 where they go to the dinner? I probably will lol!