Summary: Austin Butler x Reader blurb / Austin wants you, why are you hesitating?
Warnings: slight angst (you know I live for it)
Author’s note: This literally just downloaded from my brain in minutes tonight and I don’t even know what I wrote, guys. Inspired by the song of the same name (linked at the end for your listening pleasure).
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You don’t know why you hesitate. Maybe it’s the fact that Austin telling you he wants you scares you to death. Maybe it’s that the thought of being with him, actually being with him, is enough to fill you to the brim with a hope so reckless you’re not sure can survive it. Or maybe it’s because he’s the one who hesitated first. And you just don’t know if you can ever trust that he won’t do it again.
Coming up short is a sure thing. Makes you wanna run from him. Makes you just wanna run to him. Keep him at arms length. Hold him so close that your bodies transform into one. Memories flood your senses and you see him there, in the desert, the last time you almost collided and combusted. The moon is shining her pale light, illuminating everything - you and Austin and the hard, cracked earth beneath your bare feet. The sky is littered with stars so bright and so endless that you could swallow them all and be forever illuminated and they would shine out of your fingertips and the ends of your hair and your skin.
He wraps you in his scratchy wool blanket, enveloping you both, stepping ever closer. You shiver, and you can feel his heat and his heartbeat and his eyes on yours. And you can’t look into his eyes. You can’t. Because if you do you know you’ll drown and you’ll never ever breathe another breath. But you look into his eyes. And you fall and fall and fall. You twist your fingers through his messy waves, still mussed from sleep. You swear you can feel him holding your other hand in his - long, delicate fingers rubbing circles into your palm. You focus on his mouth. That perfect goddamn mouth with teeth so white and straight and lips so plump it’s almost a sin. And you need his mouth on yours. You need his mouth everywhere.
He’s leaning down and your breath hitches in your throat and your heart bangs in your chest. And just before his lips crash into yours, he hesitates. And pulls back. You’re confused but not bothered. Until you see his eyes. Those fucking ocean eyes. They’re sad and bewildered and…resigned. He looks away and won’t meet your gaze again. And you fall apart inside.
So now here you are again. Roles reversed. He’s all in, heart open wide. You can see it in the way he looks at you - like he’s a drowning man and you’re his only hope. Like he’s never seen anything more precious or rare in his entire life. Like his love is a sure thing. He’s a sight for sore eyes and you don’t know why you hesitate.
"She sits on a stool in my heart, a throne to call home.. the roof lined in stars. There's a moon too, but the sun is ever present.. but none of it could be the hue that it is if I were hesitant. I can't hesitate, heaven won't wait.. she is a beauty just too great. Heaven comes to me like the sea, waving for eternity.. eternally in motion like an ocean of commotion as I drink her love potion. True love exists and it exist in her, she.. the goddess of my world."
Only a true goddess can make you fall in love, the rest just breeze past as she descends from the heavens above - eUë
James hesitated. James never hesitated. James was confidence itself. He had never experienced this feeling of being so... unsure. And so, he hesitated. And Remus definitely noticed.
Remus didn’t hesitate, not about this. Remus always hesitated, was always overthinking. But in the face of James’ hesitance, Remus found confidence.
Remus is sitting on our ugly orange sofa, scrolling through his phone. His eyes crinkle as he chuckles at something funny and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
"Moony, my love," I say, laying my head in his lap.
He simply hums running his fingers through my hair.
"Do you know where I want to kiss you?" I ask sitting up.
He rolls his eyes. "My lips."
"No"
"Cheeks."
"No."
"Neck," he says, tilting his head seductively.
"Nope."
"Then where?" he demands, exasperated.
"At our wedding, in front of our families and friends." I get down on one knee.
There's pin drop silence and my hopefulness turns to hesitance when soft lips crash into mine.
here I am, minding my own business. reading while I should be working, but who cares. and my music shuffled to hesitate by the Jonas brothers. and my word, what a song for Rhys and Feyre! Probably my new favorite song to have a reference for them! The lyrics fit their story perfectly. It’s scary how well it works. Do yourself a favor and put on the song and think of Rhys and Feyre finally accepting each other 🥰
This week's first @heartstopperdrabbleblog prompt is Hesitate
Charlie's thumbs hovered over his keyboard as he looked at the message screen, fretting about how to respond to Nick's latest text. He blushed as he read it again.
>Mum's apparently spending the night at her sister's tomorrow - sleepover? ❤️
There was no way Charlie's mum would agree to an unsupervised night at Nick's, right? But they'd just had a real night over at Tao's, so that lie was out.
Clearly sensing Charlie's hesitation, another text came from Nick.
>But no pressure!
>You could just come over in the afternoon like normal?