Interracial and non interracial Imagines and Smut

Celebrity Encounter

The mall is much busier than usual, even for a Saturday afternoon.

"What's going on?" you ask one of the many young girls crowding around a stage that's being prepared in the middle of the main hall.

"Don't you know anything?" the girl says. "Austin Butler is coming today. I'm going to get his autograph today, but one day I'm going to have his baby."

"R-right."

You're not quite so starstruck as this girl is, but you have to admit that you've often thought about what it would be like to spend half an hour with Austin Butler. You think about his beautiful blue eyes and imagine running your fingers through his long, wavy, blond hair. It would be cool to get a glimpse of him. Maybe you'll even get lucky enough to be close enough to touch him!

Yeah, you admit it, you want him bad.

You whizz around the supermarket, performing your shop in record time, to return to the main area, but he still hasn't made an appearance yet.

After twenty minutes being shoved and jostled by excited adolescent girls, you decide that you've had enough of this. Maybe they'll be some highlights on television, you think. If not, you could always put on one of your DVDs of him and sit back with a glass of wine and your hand down your panties.

Satisfied with your plan, you hail a cab and give the driver your address, but before you've got your belt on, the passenger door opens up again and a man jumps in.

"I'm sorry about this," Austin Butler says. He's crouching as if to stay out of sight and gestures to the mall. "You've got to get me out of here!"

Oh my God.

You can't believe that Austin Butler is in your taxi. He's wearing a smart suit with a crisp shirt undone at the collar. He looks incredibly handsome, even sitting at your feet like this. Especially at your feet like this!

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Y/n" you say.

"Listen, y/n." says Austin. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but I want to get away from all the cameras and microphones for a while. I don't care where we go, as long as it's away from here. Please?"

Outside, you see several large guys in black T-shirts and jackets talking excitedly into walkie-talkies and surveying the street.

"I was going home," you say.

"Great, Y/n," he says. "Let's go."

Outside your place, Austin leaves the driver a massive tip to assure his anonymity and then to your surprise he walks with you towards your door, helping you with your bags.

"You don't have to do that!" you say.

"It's the least I could do, Jonae," he says, his gorgeous blue eyes glinting in the sun.

You let him into your house and shut the door behind you both.

Now that Austin Butler is inside your house, he's taller than you thought he would be. Everything seems unreal in his presence, including you. You watch dumbstruck as he puts your shopping on the kitchen counter and helps unload stuff into the fridge.

"It's good to do something normal," he says. "Standing on stage and talking to a bunch of kids: that's not a normal day. I just want to sit down, have a coffee."

"How do you like it?" you ask, imagining that he could have fresh grains imported from whichever country he chose whenever he wanted.

"As long as it's hot and wet," your guest says, "that'll be just fine, Jonae."