𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭/ 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬

Last Chance to Lose Your Keys - Austin Butler

requested: Can you write a fanfic we're Austin is so madly in love with the reader and wants to be more then friends they start dating and have the time of their life while together. And the reader can be whatever you want and the story can also be who ever you want. But can the two have a kiss I the fanfic at times.

A/N from tumblr: hello hello! here's the 4th request for my 2k celebration! I hope everyone enjoys (:

pairing: Austin Butler x reader

warnings: from Austin's POV, gender neutral reader, fluff.

word count: 1063

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You've got this. You've totally got this.

I brush off my button-up for the tenth time, trying my best to get rid of the non-existent wrinkles. I tousle my freshly cut hair a little again, studying my reflection in the mirror timidly. Shaking myself out, I take a few deep breaths before forcing myself away from the mirror and out of my bedroom. I quickly grab my keys and head out of the front door, trying to convince myself that my plan will go exactly how I keep imagining it. Today was going to be the day.

Trying to keep myself pumped up, I played some Elvis on the way to Y/N's house. We were having a movie night like we always do every weekend, but this time it was different. This time, I'm telling them how I feel about them. Usually, I'm cool and collected, but whenever I'm around them, that facade just melts away. I find myself stuttering and struggling to find the right words to say. I get this fluttery feeling in my stomach, and my heart races every time we hang out. We've been friends for so long, and a part of me is afraid they don't feel the same about me. But I guess we're about to find out.

When I pull up to Y/N's place, my heart begins to thump wildly in my chest, and my palms start feeling clammy. I remind myself to take deep breaths, so I don't get too overwhelmed. I force myself out of my car and make my way toward their front door. I stand there awkwardly for a moment, wondering if I should knock on the door and go through with this. What if they don't feel the same? What if they laugh in my face? What if-

"Hey, Aus! You okay?" they open the door, their face falling in concern at my visible nervousness.

"Oh, yeah, of course! Just had too much coffee, is all," I lie, smiling to cover it up.

Y/N steps aside for me to walk through the doorway, and I enter their place. They go to sit on the couch and motion for me to join them. There are snacks all over the coffee table, ranging from popcorn to sweets. I sit down on the couch but not directly next to them. They furrow their eyebrows at me for a moment but then focus their attention on the tv.

"So, what are we watching tonight?" they ask me, scrolling through the various streaming apps.

"I haven't had time to think about that," I say, "Maybe we can finish watching that show we started a few weeks ago?"

"Good idea," Y/N says, opening Netflix.

I try to focus on the show, but my mind wanders anxiously. How do I bring up that I need to talk to them without worrying them? What do I even say? I can't just blurt out, "Hey! I am lowkey in love with you!" I try to push away the thoughts, turning my attention back on the show. But still, my imagination keeps getting the best of me. For a while, everything seems fine. Well, to me, anyway. We're into our second episode of the night when Y/N suddenly pauses the show.

"Are you okay? You're acting weird," they frown, studying my face for any giveaways.

"Of course I'm okay, and why do you say that?" I scratch my head.

"Because you have hardly said a word so far, you haven't dug into any snacks, and this show always makes you laugh, and you haven't laughed once."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, "I've been thinking about you and I. A lot."

"What about you and I?" they ask, a concerned expression still etched on their face.

"I have feelings for you," I gulp.

A look of realization crosses their face, and then a big smile.

"So you're telling me the Austin Butler has a crush on me?" Y/N jokes.

"Yes," I say, nervously looking them in the eye, searching for any hint of rejection.

"I have feelings for you too, I'm not gonna lie," they confess, scratching the back of their neck, "I figured I'd have to hide it forever, but I'm glad I don't have to anymore."

"Really?" I ask, raising my eyebrows in surprise. They like me back?

"Yes, really," they chuckle, "But the thing is, what are we gonna do about it?"

"I have a few ideas," I say, feeling bold.

"And what are they?"

"This," I say, moving closer to Y/N and grabbing the back of their neck, pulling them into a kiss.

They kiss back, and I try not to smile into the embrace. Finally.

The rest of the evening is spent watching the show and cuddling on the couch. We decided to take things slow and plan a first date, nothing too serious. A coffee date that following Monday is the final decision. We sit in the back of the coffeehouse, where it's somewhat private, and we often sneak kisses when there's no one around.

"I like kissing you," Y/N smiles when she pulls away from yet another kiss.

"I like kissing you, too," I smile back, and it feels like there are hearts where my eyes should be.

That Friday, we went out to dinner and had a great time. When we leave, I sneak my hand into theirs as we walk to the car. They beam at me, their face bashful at the gesture. We arrive at their home, and I walk them to their door, our hands still grasping each other.

"I had fun," Y/N says, and I nod in agreement.

"We should definitely do it again sometime," I say, looking into their eyes.

They lean into me, connecting our lips for the first time tonight. I let go of their hand, running my now free hand around the back of their head and through their hair. After a few minutes, we both reluctantly pulled away.

"See you later," they say, smiling at me before heading inside.

I stand there momentarily, wondering how I should surprise them with another date. As I walk back to the car, I keep mentally pinching myself because I can't believe this is real and they like me back. I never thought I'd be so lucky.