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Austin on the Graham Norton show

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Maybe coming out sooner than later!! Crossing fingers!

[sagesolsticewrites]

“This is the best gift you could’ve given me.” Christmas promt! I think it sounds super cute

Thanks so much for the request darling!

Dialogue prompt 17: “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You fills the room as you hum along, placing the finishing touches on the garland you had just hug around your apartment. You’re so absorbed in the task at hand that you almost don’t hear the jingling of keys at the door.

You cautiously turn towards the foyer — you’re not expecting anyone, Austin’s not supposed to be home for another week at least — and jump as the door opens to reveal a beaming Austin, suitcase in hand.

You cry out his name, racing to leap into his arms. “What are you doing here? I thought you still had another week!”

He laughs, “I managed to convince them to let me take off early. I missed my girl too much.” He sets you gently on the ground and presses his lips to yours in a long-awaited kiss. “Oh, and before I forget—” He rummages around in his backpack and produces a small teddy bear with a sweet little heart on it’s stomach. He presents it to you with a bashful shrug, “It was all I could find on short notice, but I wanted to make sure I had something for you when I got home.”

You hug the bear to your chest with a smile, shaking your head. “You’re home,” you say as you pull him in for another kiss, “That’s the best gift you could’ve given me.” 🤍

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[foreverdolly]

OMG WILL THERE BE A PART 4 TO FAKE DATING? ITS SOO GOOD

there’s going to be a chapter four and then an epilogue so that you all get closure on their story! i absolutely love when authors include little epilogues at the end of their novels, just so i can see where the characters are and how they’re doing in their day to day lives. i’m so so glad you love the series!! it’s a slow burn for sure. the build up to the smut is insane.

[oh-austin]

Hi! Can you please do one where the reader is pregnant and Austin is just super overprotective and cute! You choose if you want to include the birth and make it extremely fluffy. I just thought this would be amazing. THANKSS

posted here for you lovely <3

[blainesebastian]

what to expect (when you’re expecting) (ccg universe)

words: 3,520 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (a very lovely anon request): actual pregnancy in the CCG universe notes: thank you so much for reaching out about CCG! it means a lot to hear people are still loving it :) kinda crazy that was my intro to the fandom haha hope you enjoy!  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted, @abloversblog 

When you became pregnant, you promised yourself that you were never going to become one of those women that just sat around and waited, becoming a couch potato or prepping the nest or whatever it’s called to just hang out in the apartment all day. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, it’s just not who you are. While you enjoy a good home day like the next person, you’ve always been pretty active—especially when it’s come to your job. Opportunities don’t just stumble upon people, you’ve learned that, so being pregnant is not going to stop you from living out goals you’ve made for yourself. Maybe that sounds harsh to some people but there’s nothing that says women can’t have it all—a family, a career, a doting relationship. There’s no reason you have to choose.

Austin’s been very supportive in that sense, since day one, since your relationship began to form on the set of Elvis. It’s been a few years now, which is kinda hard to imagine, but that bond of love and unwavering support hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s grown and adapted. You know how lucky you are every day that you have a boyfriend who encourages you and your career in every way as he nurtures his own, but things definitely begin to slow down during your second trimester. You suppose that’s not bad, one of the great things about being a script writer is that you don’t have to be on set of a film every single day (you just want to be).

You trust the people you work with, you’ve had the pleasure of developing a film with them in the past and they’re always open with communication and keeping you in the loop. It’s just…by missing days? You feel like something is slipping through your fingers, even though you know that doesn’t quite make sense. It’s a difficult balance you’re still struggling with—becoming a mother and having a career.

But you’re determined to do both.

Sighing softly in the early hours of the morning, you run your fingers through Austin’s hair, playing with a few gentle curls near his forehead. This has become quite the routine since you became pregnant, waking up together, slow moving, Austin shifting in bed until he’s pressed against you—head sometimes directly on your stomach. You smile a little, tracing a circle along his hairline with your thumb.

“She’s as big as a grapefruit today.”

Austin hums, tipping his head just slightly so that he can see your face, “She’s a girl today?”

You smile, shrugging your one shoulder, “Feels like a girl to me most days.”

“I don’t think I can take two of you troublemakers, bein’ outnumbered and all that.”

There’s an amused eyeroll before you gently tug on some of his hair, “Girls are supposed to be troublemakers.”

Austin chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss to your stomach before sitting up. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He moves to sit on the bed, drawing back one of the curtains behind the nightstand to let a bit more light in. Your eyes dance over his face, how easily handsome he is, even upon first waking up…which shouldn’t be fair at all.

He looks back over at you, a soft smile on his face as one of his hands moves to push your hair behind your shoulder. You know what he’s going to say before it even comes out of his mouth, “I gotta get goin’.”

While Austin doesn’t have a current film that he’s working on, he’s been having weekly meetings with his agent, planning out something bigger down the pipeline. You’re ninety percent sure it’s some sort of TV series but he’s keeping it pretty under wraps, even from you, until some things are set in place. You don’t mind the suspense, you’ve always been a big fan of surprises. You just hope it’s…nothing too hectic with a baby on the way.

You know Austin, trust him to make decisions that not only account for his own future but also take you into consideration as well and the life you’re building together. He’s not going to be taking trips that put him in other countries for months at a time. It’s not going to be easy, mapping out how it all works—a family, a baby, two blooming careers. But that’s the point, right? To figure it out together?

He cups the side of your head and leans forward to press a series of kisses to your face—your forehead, the bridge of your nose and finally your lips. “Take it easy today, alright?”

You huff out a bit dramatically but nod, watching as Austin’s other hand slides over the small swell of your belly. As he stands from the bed, you watch him wander over towards the bathroom to take a shower. Yawning, you run a hand over your face and turn to gather some pillows closer to you, pressing your face into the one that smells like Austin’s cologne and fall back asleep.

--

A buzzing noise wakes you up and as you turn, disoriented, you bring your hand down on your nightstand to make it stop. It’s then you realize it’s your phone—squinting at the screen, it’s Ronald, a guy you worked with on your last film that transferred to your new one. He’s really nice, thoughtful, tends to lights and sound on set (Austin insists the guy has a crush on you, but that feels a little silly). Regardless, you let the ringing go to voicemail.

He doesn’t leave a message but he does send a few texts shortly after,

Ronald: you wanted me to tell you if and when there was drama on set? Ronald: think Marissa is close to quitting

A soft groan leaves your lips, running a hand over your face. You don’t even need to text back to know what Ronald is talking about. You knew it was going to be an issue to hire exes as the leads in your movie but your casting director assured you there wouldn’t be any problems and that their chemistry on screen was worthwhile when it came to drama.

Doesn’t seem like it’s paying off. At all.

--

Despite not wanting to go anywhere today, you pull on a yellow sundress that’s easy to move in and drive to set. You’re hoping you can offer a little assistance to the producer and director, who don’t exactly have the most comforting way of speaking to people. They’re wonderful and patient when it comes to the craft of movie making but…this needs to be handled with a little more finesse. Sometimes the drama of actors is more than something other people are willing to put up with.

You’ve learned that you get a hell of a lot more with honey than you do vinegar.

Pulling into the lot and using your badge to bypass security, you park your car and slowly pull yourself out. You skipped breakfast, which you already know is a bad look but…you figure you can grab something from the food tent before heading back home. Or maybe even visit the bistro down the street from your apartment to get one of those extra-large cinnamon rolls you love. Checking your phone, your thumb hovers over the text message thread with Austin…debating whether you should just send a quick text to check in.

You already know he’s not going to be thrilled that you’ve made your way to set when he’s told you to take it easy but…this is totally going to be a quick visit, here and back, just a few words of confidence and comfort to your actors and then heading back home. Not worth the worry and aggravation of letting him know you’re even out of bed.

You’re not about to make statements about how you’re saving the film, either, even though you spend about a half n hour talking down your female lead so she doesn’t abandon the project altogether. There’s drama between her and her ex (meaning there’s tension…in your opinion sexual tension, but) and she just needed someone to hear her out. To understand what she’s going through.

She’s grateful for the venting session and you talk to your male lead as well to hopefully get everything on the same page. Everyone could do with a dosage of taking a deep breath so that not each conversation is reactionary and listening.

Crisis averted, right?

Moving towards the food tent, you pause by the coffee cart and smile a little as past experiences and memories come flushing back—sometimes it’s hard to believe that’s how the bulk of your career actually started. You wonder if you’d be in the same place you are today if you hadn’t managed a coffee cart on the set of Elvis…you suppose a lot of things happen for a reason.

Feeling slightly dizzy, you reach for a cup to fill up with water, turning when you see Ronald approach to your right. He gives you a small smile,

“Pretty sure that would have gone nuclear without you.”  

A soft laugh leaves your lips, “You’re just lying so I still feel like I have a spot on this set,” You shake your head, knowing deep down that no one can take that away from you given that you’ve written the script but… You have to admit you feel a bit disconnected given the space you’ve taken with your pregnancy.

“Well, you look great.” He adds, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“Now I know you’re lying,” You smile, running a hand through your hair.

While you appreciate the sentiment, you’re definitely not feeling your best. That wave of dizziness isn’t dissipating like you’d hoped and when you reach for one of the chocolate chip muffins that are on the table next to the coffee cart, you nearly stumble from leaning forward too far.

“Whoa,” Ronald says quickly, reaching out to steady you. “You alright?”

You’re about to wave off his concern and assure him that you’re fine, just the spins or something from moving too fast? Or maybe that whole skipping breakfast thing. But then you realize how wobbly your legs feel and there’s a cold sweat on the back of your neck—something doesn’t feel right.

“I don’t know.” You mumble and Ronald grabs a chair for you to sit in before you can fall down.

It doesn’t stop you from dropping your cup, however, as your vision swarms black.

--

There’s a soft series of beeping that you hear before you even open your eyes, your forehead crinkling in confusion because it sounds nothing like the alarm you have on your phone. Lifting your hand to your face, a wild headache appears, throbbing along your temples when you manage to pry your eyes open.

You’re disoriented, attempting to figure out what’s going on, where you are, why everything feels so foggy and sluggish.

“There you are.”

Frowning, you move your hand and your vision focuses on…Ronald and the background opens up to inform you that you’re in the hospital. Your stomach dips—oh no. Everything comes rushing back, being on set and feeling dizzy and faint.

“Please don’t tell me an ambulance came to get me.” Your voice cracks, throat dry.

Ronald winces, “Uh…alright, I won’t tell you.”

A groan, your head tipping back against the pillows. Great—sure that was amazing for the film set. Odds are it’s going to be plastered all over the internet and social media thanks to paps who like to hang around the perimeter for any breadcrumbs of things to report. Bringing your hand up to your head again, your massage your temples and realize you’re hooked up to a few monitors, an IV.

Then, suddenly— “Austin.” You state, like it might be the most important thought you can state. You have no idea what’s going on or…if you’re okay and the baby—your heartrate skyrockets on the monitor, the beeping becoming more insistent.

“It’s okay,” Ronald tries to comfort, but that’s not what you need right now. You want Austin. “The hospital called him, he should be here soon. I didn’t want to leave you with no one.”

And you appreciate that? But it does nothing to quell your overpowering nerves. Tipping your head back, you attempt to breathe slowly, you know that being worried isn’t going to help anything right now—for you or your baby. Your gaze draws towards the door to the room opening, Austin coming in looking more frazzled than you were aware he was capable of. He always approaches things with such confidence, a cool demeanor, a willingness to problem solve��he’s definitely overwhelmed, worried. You feel instantly guilty for causing it.

“Hey,” He says quickly, eyes darting over to Ronald and causing a momentary pause because he didn’t know he was in here.

“I uh,” Ronald stutters over his words, standing from the chair he was sitting on, “I didn’t want her to be alone.”

There’s this muscle working in Austin’s jaw and before he can say anything, you interrupt, “I went to set to prevent a crisis.” Your hand reaching for his when he comes over to the side of the bed.

He gives you a once over, squeezing your hand, “What happened?” Ronald begins to fill in the blanks before you can answer the question and Austin definitely doesn’t like that, “I’m talkin’ to my girlfriend.”

You wince, your other hand traveling over your stomach, “Austin,” You chide gently and to Ronald’s credit, he doesn’t appear to be insulted—your boyfriend is clearly rattled. “I just—I got dizzy, fainted I think. Ronald helped get me here.”

Austin takes in a breath, mostly through his nose, seemingly trying to calm himself down so he doesn’t snap at Ronald anymore. You can understand how worried he is, to get that call in the middle of lunch with his agent, to rush all the way here with no information about what’s going on or how you were.

“Thanks for lookin’ out for her.”

Ronald gives a small smile before nodding, offering a small wave in your direction before he makes his way towards the door, “Don’t even sweat it. I’ll see you.”

As Ronald leaves, your OBGYN, Rachelle, makes her way in. She doesn’t look overly concerned, giving a small smile in your and Austin’s direction as she writes some things down on her patient chart. So…that’s not terrible, right? That’s a good sign?

“Okay, how we feelin’ Y/N?”

Straightening up in bed, the only question on your mind flies from your lips, “Is the baby okay?”

Rachelle draws her hand up and down, signaling for you to take a deep breath, which…you kinda do, it’s difficult. “Your baby’s fine.” She smiles a bit, her eyes passing between Austin and you. “I’m more concerned about you right now.”

Austin seems to visibly relax, moving his hand that was holding yours to stretch across your shoulders, rubbing gently as he goes. It definitely helps with tension in your muscles—you’re really doing your best to try and relax. While today definitely wasn’t ideal? The point is that your baby is fine and you’re fine too, despite the slight dizziness and now nausea that are lingering.

You refocus yourself, moving back to Rachelle’s original question, “I’m alright, I think. I’m…feeling a little off.”

She hums, moving closer to the bed to hook the chart on the end of it. “That’ll happen with low blood sugar.”

A soft blush kisses your cheeks out of embarrassment than anything else—you got so wrapped up in heading to the set that you didn’t eat and…turns out it was too late to reverse it once you tried. You gotta remember that you’ve got more than just yourself to worry about now.

“I can appreciate that both of you have busy schedules, but Y/N, you gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself. You’re into your second trimester and it’s only going to get busier from here. I know you’ve cut back on work but you also have to remember that stress is not your friend.”

You nod softly, glancing down at the bedsheets to play with the fabric between your fingers. You know that she’s not chastising you and that today was probably a bit out of the ordinary when it comes to stress, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re here. You’ve done more than enough reading on how stress is bad not only for you—in making pregnancy symptoms worse, but also for the baby, extreme conditions ending in things like premature labor.

You shake those thoughts right out of your head.

“We’re gonna keep you for a few more hours, just on a monitor but then send you on home, okay?” She clasps her hands together, “With this additional ultrasound we took when you first got here, we also know the sex of your baby.” She smiles, “Did you want to know or be surprised? I can go get the envelope.”

You glance up at Austin, who gives you a small smile. He then nods, “I think I’d like to know before the reveal party that Ashley is undoubtedly going to insist she host.”

You laugh a little and nod, Rachelle smirking before she turns to head out the door and grab the envelope that’s probably in your patient file. Running a hand over your face, you pinch the bridge of your nose and feel Austin sit down on the bed next to you, the silence of the room settling over your shoulders. This is the last place you thought you’d be ending up in today when you woke up this morning.

There’s guilt, of course, but also like…this weird bout of shame that licks at raw nerve endings, like you should have known better than to go to set in the first place. You try to rationalize with yourself, the perfect storm of not eating breakfast mixed with stress but at the same time—

“I’m sorry,” You say suddenly, pulling your hands away from your face. Emotion sits heavily in your throat, hard to swallow over.

“Shh,” Austin shakes his head, “Hey, it’s okay.” He inches closer on the bed, smoothing his hand through your hair and resting his palm on your shoulder. “You’re okay.”

You quickly wipe away the big, fat tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Your emotions are kicking into high-gear given hormones and the way this day has gone when it started out so perfectly. Sniffling, you let out a soft, aggravated sigh as Austin cups your cheek and wipes some tears away,

“I never meant to worry you like that, I’m sure it was—” You shake your head.

Austin nods slowly, chewing on his lower lip, “You definitely had me worried but…you and the baby are fine, that’s all that matters.” He tips your chin with his thumb, making sure your gaze meets his. “Okay?”

You nod softly, closing your eyes as he leans forward to plant a long kiss to your forehead. You want to say a handful of other things about how he doesn’t have to stay here once the envelope comes back, that you can hang out and probably eat horrible hospital food as you sit on the monitor for a few hours. That he can try to salvage more of his lunch date with his agent. But you already know the answer, can even hear it in Austin’s voice—he’s not gonna go anywhere.

When Rachelle comes in with the envelope, you can’t help but take a nervous breath in even though there’s nothing to be anxious about. No matter what you’re having? You’re going to be happy, grateful, excited, terrified, everything in-between. She hands you the paper and you squeeze it between your fingers as you look over at Austin, wanting to somehow open it yourself and have him read it first all at the same time.

Pulling the envelope flap aside, you quickly pull the paper out and close your eyes, almost like you might lose your nerve otherwise. One, two, three—and then it’s over.

A laugh leaves your lips and you can’t stop the smile from pulling on your lips, “A girl,” You show him the paper, “We’re having a girl.”

And Austin looks touched, his eyes a little brighter blue than they were before, licking his lips and nodding before a warm laugh empties from his chest. “A girl,” He repeats before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

Grinning, you press your face into his shoulder and neck, squeezing onto him so tight—like a lifeline. You breathe him in, stomach fluttering, fingers gathering up the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself in this moment. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy in your life.

“Knew I was gonna have a set of troublemakers on my hands.” Austin teases as he cups your face, leaning down to kiss you.

You giggle a little against his lips but you���re not about to disagree with that.

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I have a quick question, I really want to do My Austin Story in ten parts, but part ten is super long already, do I just publish it after I am finished or do I publish it now? Also if you are any follower of mine, my health is bad. Had to have an MRI. Have not heard anything from that yet. So what's ya think? Let me know.

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Austin as Feyd_Rautha

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I got Michelle's cover but that's O.K. I still get to see him in it.

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A new article I found about MOTA. To say I am excited about this, would be an understatement. I can't wait.

[foreverdolly]

baby butler | dad!austin butler x pregnant!reader

summary: you get pregnant while in australia, your husband still in the process of filming for the elvis biopic. you have yet to make any kind of announcement about the fast approaching birth of your son, so when the paparazzi begin snapping pictures, you panic. austin, being wildly protective of you and his unborn child, does a little more than just put his foot down. | this was a request by an anon as well as @abloversblog and @diva-1992 .

this is a prequel to my fic "baby-bliss", but you can read this as a stand alone !

pairings: dad! austin butler x pregnant! reader

word count: 3,964

warnings/notes: tons of fluff, mentions of covid, austin's elvis accent is thick in this, austin in this fic makes me want to die because he's just so cute, he totally wanted to beat the dog snot out of the photographer, austin is literally so hot in this fic and i can't even explain why.

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Getting pregnant while both you and your husband were still in Australia for the filming of Elvis wasn’t part of the plan. The two of you were newly weds, and children were always part of the bigger picture for you and Austin, but never so soon. Neither of you had been too surprised when the test had come back positive though. You two had been playing a dangerous game for the better part of two years, and it had finally come back to bite you in the ass. Austin had been more excited than you had been towards the beginning. You knew how long his days on set were, and the last thing you wanted was to go through the motions of it all alone, but after the first few weeks he had constantly proved himself to be a diligent soon-to-be father. He insisted that you visit him whilst on set, just so that he could eat lunch or dinner with you every day. He would have groceries delivered to your house, just so that you didn’t have to go out all alone during the days that hit you a bit harder. Any free time that he had was spent with you. He was absolutely ecstatic. Austin had always been good to you, but he had gone out of his way to show you just how much he cared. 

You didn’t feel alone. Not once. Today was one of Austin’s off days, which was a rarity. He enjoyed spending the time at home, curled up in bed with a good book, his free hand pressed against your pregnant belly, or playing the guitar and asking your opinion on the way he sounded. Today had been a very lazy day, much like all of your other days. You were far enough into your pregnancy where all you wanted to do was sleep or watch television. You had to be careful about being out and about while you were with Austin now that you were showing. The two of you had decided that you didn’t want to announce anything to the public yet, especially since the hype for the upcoming film was at an alltime high. You were used to having your entire life dissected, but this was different. This was your baby, and you didn’t want anything to dull the overwhelming joy the two of you felt. “I just don’t think I’m gettin’ it right.” Austin dropped his hand from the neck of the guitar, pushing his dark locks back agitatedly. You shook your head, struggling to pull yourself up into a sitting position. Austin quickly lurched forward, outstretching his arm so that he could help you, but you were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “Try it one more time. I think you sound just like him, but you’re the expert, not me.” He rolled his eyes with a smile, shaking his head a few times before he began to play again, starting from the beginning. 

You couldn’t count on both your fingers and toes how many times you’ve heard ‘That’s All Right’ today, let alone over the last few months. Despite the fact that it was repetitive, you never got bored of it. He’d move around the living room like it was your very own private concert, going out of his way to make you smile or swoon. Austin was adorable. You watched him carefully, your eyes flickering between his face, swaying hips, and his fingers as he strummed animatedly. Just as you were about to praise him you felt a sharp pain in your ribs, and movement as the baby shifted. You were quick to wince, sucking in a breath through your teeth. The guitar was on the floor next to the coffee table in the blink of an eye, your husband down on his knees in front of you. “Hey- Hey, pretty girl. You doin’ alright?” He rubbed your arms up and down, helping you scoot towards the edge of the couch. “Yeah. Your son just decided to karate kick me in the ribs.” Austin bit his lip, fighting off a smile as he pointed his finger at your stomach. “Hey!” You let out a small laugh as he playfully glared at your belly. “We talked about this, lil man! Stop beatin’ on your mama!” You shook your head, reaching out to take his hand so that you could press it against the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes softened as he felt the movement against his palm, watching your stomach with fascination. “He’s a wild one, I’m tellin’ you what.” 

“He likes the sound of your voice.” You loved being able to feel your son’s movement. It reminded you that he was healthy, and while most mother’s you had spoken to liked to complain, you knew that it was something that you would treasure. “Well I guess I can stop practicin’ then. If he thinks his daddy is good enough, then I’ll take it.” Austin’s southern drawl was as thick as ever as he spoke to you, and though it had taken a lot of getting used to, you quite liked it. He knew that too, and enjoyed using it as a way to tease. You certainly weren’t complaining though. “How about we go on a quick walk? Just around the block?” As tired as you felt, you were beginning to feel restless being indoors. There wasn’t much you could do since everybody was on lockdown, but you tried to get fresh air whenever you could. You felt like you were starting to go insane. “Of course. C’mon,” he stood up, reaching both of his hands down for you. You thankfully took them, and he helped to lift you off of the couch. “God, I’m getting huge.” You muttered to yourself, shuffling off to the bedroom so that you could grab a jacket out of the closet. “It’s so cute.” Austin leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently for you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He had already slipped on his sneakers. “I certainly don’t feel cute.” You turned to look at him, your eyebrow quirking up in disbelief. You felt like you were getting bigger by the day. Your husband, despite your growing size, still couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He seemed to have a newfound appreciation for your body now that you were carrying his child. “Well you sure look it, honey. Before we leave the house, have you taken your-” “Prenatal? Yes.” You interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. He was a helicopter parent already, and the poor boy wasn’t even born yet. 

People had helped to set certain expectations as far as childbirth went, but no one had prepared you for how you would feel once you hit the seventh month mark. Everything hurt. Your ankles were swollen, your back felt like it might snap in half at any given moment, and you found it hard to do even the simplest tasks. Not that Austin minded helping you with anything and everything. He had been strict about what you could and couldn’t do, going the extra mile to do research on what might put stress on your health. You shrugged on your jacket, your husband breezing past the doorway and into the room so that he could reach down, grabbing your sneakers out of the closet. “You know the drill, little lady. Hand on the shoulder.” You chuckled, happily obeying him. He lifted up your foot as you put your hand down, using his broad shoulder for leverage as he tied up your shoe, then moved to the other side. “What would I do without you?” You cooed, and he instantly recognized your teasing. “Only wear slip ons.” Before you could laugh at his joke he was reaching down, giving your bottom a firm slap before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s blow this joint, yeah? I’m goin’ stir crazy.” You hummed in agreement, following him out the front door. 

The flat that the studio had provided for you and Austin was gorgeous, with tons of natural lighting and enough space to not make it feel so cramped. Even so, being locked up constantly was beginning to take its toll on you. You looked forward to going to the filming locations each day not just to see Austin, but also to get the hell out of the house. Austin tried to pull you in the direction of the elevator, but you quickly denied. “I want to try and get all of my steps in.” Austin knew that you were hardheaded, but you had gotten even worse during your pregnancy. He shook his head in disbelief, but gave in quickly, moving to your other side so that you could grab the railing in one hand, and his arm in the other. It took the two of you a record breaking two minutes to get down the two flights of stairs, and by the end of it you felt like you might just keel over right there. Despite your aching bones you pushed through, practically jogging through the lobby doors. “Fresh air!” You called out excitedly, pumping your left fist in the air as Austin intertwined his fingers with yours. “You’re out here actin’ like I’m holdin’ you hostage or somethin’.” He tugged you gently so that you would be a little closer to him, the two of you walking along the sidewalk. 

He walked on the side closest to traffic, your hands swinging between the two of you. As much as you missed home, you couldn’t deny how beautiful Australia was. You hadn’t gotten many opportunities to do much exploring, but what you had seen was breathtaking. You didn’t get to do much traveling when you were a kid, so you were happy to follow Austin wherever his job took him. He never liked leaving you alone for long periods of time, so he always fought to bring you along with him when he went overseas. “Am I waddling? I feel like I am.” You tried to look down at your feet while you walked, but found it nearly impossible to see over your pregnant belly. “I think it’s adorable.” He purred, raising your entwined hands up to his lips so that he could give your wrist a soft kiss. You groaned, shaking your head back and forth. You found certain changes embarrassing, and the pregnant walk? You hated it. “Two more months. Just two more months, and he’ll be here.” He liked to remind you that you wouldn’t feel like this forever, and thank god for that. You were eager to finally see your son after loving him for so long. Austin felt the exact same way. Though he had mixed feelings about the filming process of the movie finally coming to an end, he was excited to get home so that he could get started on the nursery. He talked about it constantly. You always thought that you would be the one that was crazy about nursery decorations and purchasing baby clothes, but Austin definitely took the cake. When Austin was at work and in between scenes, he was texting you nonstop pictures. From baby carriages to breast pumps that he had done hours of research on, he was relentless. His father had already made multiple trips to your home, and had been nice enough to assemble the crib and changing table. The poor guy had already made one too many trips, taking box after box of items that Austin had purchased into the house. Poor David had sent you a picture just last Thursday, and your living room looked like a UPS storage room.  It was sad that the two of you wouldn’t get to experience the joy of hosting a baby shower, but gifts from your friends and family were constantly pouring in. 

Austin’s grip on your hand tightened for a second, and you were quick to look up at him, trying to gauge why he felt so stiff. He seemed to be staring at something in the distance, and you had to squint your eyes to see just what he was looking at. You were used to people taking pictures or journalists following after the two of you back when you were in California. Thankfully, Australia had been a lot different. Towards the beginning of filming there were some paparazzi every once and a while, but things had died down thanks to Covid. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to have your life intruded upon in such a way, but there they were. Someone driving past must have made a call to a local magazine, that was the only thing you could think of. Austin was quick to turn the both of you around, heading off in the opposite direction so that you could walk back to your house. It wasn’t that you were hiding your pregnancy, but you certainly didn’t want it posted all over god’s green earth. Especially since the two of you hadn’t even said anything about it on social media yet. 

“Fuck off.” Austin spoke under his breath through clenched teeth, dropping your hand so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tightly into his side in order to shield you a little better. You weren’t sure if the journalists were already taking photos, but you didn’t dare turn around. You walked a little faster, sucking in a breath. “Austin, what do we do?” Your hands fumbled with the front of your jacket, trying to zip it up. Your husband shook his head, a few strands of his dark locks falling into his eyes. “Don’t even bother. You’re seven months along, and that thin jacket ain’t gonna do nothin’ to hide it.” He was right. You could hear loud footsteps behind you, and then your names being called. “Austin! Y/n! Do you mind speaking with us for a few seconds?” Yes. Yes you did. Your blue eyed knight was quick to turn his head. “Now is not a good time, guys.” You two walked a little faster, trying to put more distance between the three of you. You could hear a camera shutter clicking behind you, and you burrowed yourself even deeper into Austin’s side, your hand shaking as you gripped the back of his long sleeved shirt. He hated seeing you nervous like this, especially since you were so far along. You could tell that he was beginning to get uncharacteristically angry, his sharp jaw ticking as he bit hard on the side of his cheek in order to keep his anger in check. He had always been protective, but now that you were carrying his child? He was on top of you at all times. 

“Please? Do you mind? It’s for a one page spread in our magazine about the upcoming movie.” Austin was losing what little patience he had. He didn’t even bother turning around. Instead he just raised his voice a little so that the man could hear him. “I’m goin’ on a press tour soon. You’ll just have to wait until then.” His voice was deep and gruff as he spoke, his annoyance quickly morphing into anger. A few cars began honking, seeing the approaching paparazzi following the two of you, wanting to know what celebrity was out on the streets. If you felt overwhelmed before, now you were practically losing your mind. You were beginning to pant nervously, your chest raising and falling at a rapid pace. Austin noticed right away. “Listen! I was bein’ nice before, but you’re about to see me get real angry if you don’t leave. You’re frightenin’ my wife.” The footsteps stopped for a second, and you and Austin picked up the pace, seeing the complex's gate in the distance. You were only a minute or two away from home. Suddenly one of the journalists was jogging past you, turning around so that he could block your path. The stranger’s eyes widened as he finally noticed your bump, quickly raising his camera and snapping a picture. The flash momentarily blinded you, making you close your eyes tightly and stop in your tracks. Austin lost it. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get the fuck back! Get back!” He was quick to step in front of you, holding his arms out at his sides to block any more unwanted photos. “You’re not even wearin’ a mask!” Austin was quick to point out, widening his stance so that he could take action if need be. 

“I just wanted to talk to you for a second-” “And I said no! We didn’t consent to it, so why are we even havin’ a conversation right now? I’m so nice to ya’ll, and I never get the same respect back. Just go! We’re both uncomfortable right now.” Your husband was by no means a pushover, but he was a good man. Despite his anger, he was still trying to reason with the man. One thing that you had learned over the years of being with Austin was the fact that the paparazzi had absolutely no boundaries. The juicer the photos, the more money they made. They were vultures. The second that the man took another photo Austin completely blew his lid. “You got it, man! You got the fuckin’ picture, are you happy? You’re stressin’ out my pregnant wife, and god help you if she gets sick ‘cause of it.” Austin reached behind himself, grabbing your arm so that he could begin walking you over to his side. “If you take a step towards her I will see it as a threat.” He warned, his voice shaking as he began pulling you along. The second that the two of you made it through the gate you felt like you could finally breathe. Austin closed it behind himself, visibly relaxing when he heard the lock click into place. 

The downsides of having your hormones raging like crazy was that you cried at the drop of the hat. For once you actually had a reason to cry. Of course you could quickly type something up in order to announce your pregnancy on social media, but you probably didn’t have enough time. The pictures would most likely be circulating within the hour. Austin was quick to pull you into a hug, placing kiss after kiss on the top of your head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, darlin’.” He rubbed your back up and down in soothing motions, but his grip on you tightened as your shoulders began shaking with the weight of your cries. “I-I wanted to make the announcement s-special.” He pressed his cheek to the top of your head, rocking you back and forth gently. “Let’s sit together and type somethin’ up. We can both quickly make a post, yeah? Make it short and sweet, that way those bastards don’t break the news before we do.” You knew the kind of life that you would be living with Austin the moment that the two of you started dating. Having your pictures taken wasn’t anything new, but never in your life had you ever felt so violated by the paparazzi before. The man had endangered your life without giving it a second thought. “Y-Yeah. Let’s do that.” You agreed. 

This time the two of you did take the elevator. You had stopped crying at some point, allowing Austin to cup your cheeks delicately in his large hands, giving your cheeks small pecks. Austin had decided to post a picture of one of the sonograms that had been taken at your latest appointments, and you posted the picture that was currently your lockscreen- a picture of Austin with his head lovingly placed on your stomach, his eyes closed and his lips pulled back into a wide grin. Austin handed you his phone before pressing ‘post’, wanting you to read over what he had decided to say. 

The happiness that I feel is immeasurable. The universe has gifted me in more ways than I ever believed was possible. My wife and I wanted to be the first ones to share this beautiful news with the world. We’re excited to meet you, baby Butler. 

It was simple and sweet, just like he wanted. You hit post for him, quickly doing the same for your post as well. Comments poured in like crazy, and the two of you sat on the couch, refreshing google every few minutes just to see if the pictures were up yet. The only articles that you saw were speculations from a few months back as well as gossip magazines that were already posting about you and your husband’s announcements. It took three hours for the photos to finally hit the media. The first picture was of both you and your husband’s backs turned to the camera, then the one that had taken you by surprise. It hurt your heart to see the shocked looks on both of your faces and the way that Austin protectively had his arms tightly wrapped around you. The next picture was of Austin, his face twisted with anger and his arms out wide. You could just barely see your much smaller form behind him, pressed tightly against his back. “Hah! Have you read it yet? These people have absolutely no human decency.” You scrolled down further, your eyes skimming through the horribly written article . It commented on Austin’s abrasive attitude towards the photographer, even going as far as to call him an “overprotective father”. You rolled your eyes, scrolling down to read the comments. You were overwhelmed with how many people were standing up for the two of you. 

“Covid is at an all time high, and you guys are seriously trying to paint this out to be a rude celebrity interaction? This magazine is terrible.” 

“Whether or not his fans are upset that they waited so long to say anything, it’s their choice. The fact that you took pictures of his pregnant wife without her consent is disgusting. Seeing the look on her face in these photos makes me want to cry.” 

“When I was pregnant with my daughter I waited until the last second to even tell family members because I wanted to make sure that I was fully comfortable. The fact that celebrities have their lives torn apart like this is horrible. I hope Y/n’s okay. Sending prayers to the little family.” 

“I hope this photographer gets fired for this! Justice for the Butlers! Paparazzi are vicious!” 

“Fuck this magazine. I just unfollowed all of your social media accounts.” 

Austin tossed his phone down onto the coffee table, scooting over so that he could pull you into his side. “How are you doin’, little mama? Feelin’ better?” You had calmed down the second that the two of you had made your official posts, but knowing that your fans had both of your backs meant the world. You nodded, sniffling softly. “Can we watch a movie or something?” He nodded, quick to stand up to turn on the television and grab the remote. “Since you’re already up, do you mind getting me some water?” “Of course.” He handed you the remote before grabbing the glass you had sitting on the coffee table. “And maybe my bag of chips?” You could hear a cabinet open, then the sound of a plastic bag crinkling. Your nose wrinkled as you smiled. “A-And maybe-” “Fuzzy socks?” You two had been together for so long that it was almost as though you could read each other’s minds. It got scary sometimes. You didn’t even have to answer him. “Already on it.”

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love bug | austin butler x injured!reader

this is a yet another lil blurb for my "three days of blurbs" event.

request: where austin accidentally hits reader and him being super sorry and helping?

requested by: @abloversblog hope you enjoy it !

word count: 924

warnings/notes: just adorable fluff- what an incredible idea! i set this in the same "universe" as your last request to make it extra special for you. austin would be oh-so sorry if something like this happened. he'd be eaten up with guilt. he apologized a thousand times throughout the night as well. to the point that it got incredibly annoying.

Austin’s love language was touch. Any second of the day where his hands weren’t on you was a second wasted in his book. The two of you thought that it was fun to “play-wrestle”. Realistically, Austin was strong enough to hold you down until you tired yourself out. He always let you win though, which was part of the fun. The two of you had been rough housing all day, teasing one another just for the chance to grab at one another’s warm bodies. It was often a form of foreplay. His big strong body straddling yours, his arms pinning your hands up above your head. He had been batting you around like a cat with a mouse all day. 

Physically, Austin could probably bench you, but he never got too rough with you. Not once. The only time Austin had ever really hurt you was when he had gone in for a kiss too eagerly and his front teeth had painfully knocked against your own. It had been towards the beginning of the relationship, which made it even more mortifying for him when he realized that your top lip was bleeding. 

It was like every single second of dating experience had flown right out the window when he had met you. You made him unrealistically giddy and nervous, which further solidified the fact that he was positive that you were the one. You had reduced the thirty year old man to a bumbling, blushing idiot. Austin was ridiculously soft for you, and would rather shoot himself in the foot than ever hurt you. 

The mere thought of you in any sort of pain nearly had him falling to his knees. He took his role of “protector” extremely seriously where you were concerned. He was always so careful with you- which is why your sudden cries of pain had him jumping off of you so quickly that his back knocked against the coffee table so hard that it toppled over. The decorative art books that the two of you had used to spruce up your home clattered to the ground. Austin tried to reach for the vase of your “get well soon” flowers before it was too late, but the smooth glass slipped right through his sweaty palms, shattering against the wood floor. 

“W-what did I do, baby? Where do you hurt?” The expensive decorations were forgotten the moment that he remembered that you were in pain. He was quick to scramble onto his hands and knees, moving towards you so that he could get a better look. You were still laying on the couch right where he had left you, only this time you were clutching at your ankle, eyes screwed shut in pain. His blue eyes widened in fear, his golden features paling as he realized what must have happened. 

“Y-Your knee hit my bad ankle.” The ankle that you had broken not even three weeks ago on the red carpet. 

“Oh my god. . . Do you think I might have shifted the bone somehow? Should I take you back to the hospital? Hold on, I’ll get my things.” He scrambled to his feet, nearly slipping and falling on the polished hardwood floors in his socks. 

You were quick to call out to him, but he was too panicked to really hear you. He slipped off his plaid pajama pants, quickly putting on a pair of jeans over his boxers. He covered up his messy, wavy locks with a baseball cap, quickly reaching for the keys to his car that he had put on the kitchen island. 

“Aus, I don’t need to go back to the hospital. It’s still sore though, so when you knocked up against it. .  . it took the wind out of me, that’s all.” He was overreacting. Big time. 

“But what if I did some damage? Babe. . . what if I dislodged something. What if your ankle hurts all the time now, even after it’s healed? I’m such an idiot!” He knocked the palm of his hand against the side of his head. “Why did I think that it was a good idea to be rough with you when you’re all broken like this.” He motioned towards you on the couch before letting his hand fall limply. It slapped against his jean clad thigh loudly. 

You wrinkled your nose in offense. “Broken? Hey-” 

“Baby, you’re temporarily crippled. Our room is upstairs and I have to carry you up to bed every night like you’re Pollyanna.” He explained softly to you, pinching the bridge of his nose as he continued to worry himself sick. 

You blushed in embarrassment, quickly covering your face with a pillow. “I’m fine. Cut all that out and come sit back down. I wanted to finish this movie.” You mumbled against the cushion. 

Austin could barely understand what you were saying, but he shuffled over to you anyway. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to say-” 

When you moved the pillow off of your eyes you could see that he was looking down at you. His long fingers were gripping the edge of the couch hard, his blue eyes slightly watery with guilt. 

“Can you just take those jeans off? I’m trying to cuddle.” He rolled his eyes at your nonchalance, throwing the keys back up on the kitchen island before moving over to the coffee table, grimacing at the mess that he had made. 

“I’ll love on you in a second. . . broken glass got everywhere. I don’t want you stepping on glass with your good leg.”

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