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fangirlstuff · 2 years

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Hello!✨

Feel free to delete. Swan Song by Lana Del Rey for Austin Butler. Kinda gives me Austin vibes as Elvis but can work just for Austin.

Thank you for your time!💟❤️💙💜

Swan Song

Summary: This is a story based off of the vibe and lyrics of Swan Song by Lana Del Rey. In the story, Austin and his datefriend can’t handle the fame and move away from it all.

Pairing: Austin Butler X Reader (third person, no y/n)

Word Count: literally 605, I’m so sorry

Warnings: angst and fluff!! Nothing bad :)

AN: I hate this. But I want it out there anyway lol. It’s also pretty much unedited, so if I made a mistake, no I didn’t.

But there was Austin, smiling, waving, eyes bright. Like he meant it. Like it was made for him to do.

They tried to act like they didn’t hate it, at least for the cameras. For the fans. They couldn’t let them down, they wanted content, and they would get it.

But in their bedroom, when the moon was the only light they had, they let it all out for Austin to hear. They were tired of the lights, of the people. Of everything, really. They couldn’t stand to be under the burning weight of the world anymore.

And he understood. He held them and told them so. He faked it well, he knew that, but it was just that; fake. He didn’t want it either, but it was old now. Manageable. He was used to it.

But it was hardly manageable. They watched him struggle day after day, they saw the mountain of planners and rainbows of different highlighter colors on the pages, and they nearly threw up every time they saw the amount of things they’d have to do that day.

It was their fault, really- they chose to get married and go through this together. But back two years ago, when Austin went away to film Elvis, they had never expected him to return followed by swarms of paparazzi.

Lying in bed, on another night just like the one before, and the one before, when their eyes were weights and their bones heavy, Austin hugged them.

“I can’t do this anymore, baby.” He whispered into the top of their head. They backed up to give him more room to speak, but he held them close anyway. “The cameras, the fans. They’re so much. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then we can get out of it.”

“I can’t, I can’t ever leave. They’ll miss me, they’ll wonder where I’ve gone.”

“You don’t owe them anything.” They said plainly. And it hit Austin all at once, like a punch to the gut, that they were right. “You’ve left them more than they could ever wish for. You left them a story about the King, and you left them yourself.”

He nodded. He felt the tears coming on, his throat burned. He swallowed them down, but it didn’t do anything.

“Right. Yeah. I’ll tell my agent to cancel everything.” He wiped his cheeks, but it didn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Hey,” they backed up and looked at him, setting their hands against his cheeks to stop the tears from falling. “We’ll be okay, alright? We’ll find a house somewhere and we can start again. Without all of them. Just us.”

He nodded, holding their wrists. “That sounds good.” He whispered.

That promise made beneath the shadows, a year ago, freed them both. They didn’t recognize the falling smiles from each other until it was all that was hanging from their walls. And they got out almost the next day- making two calls, one per agent- and booking a flight to the middle of nowhere in Colorado.

Snowfall came early that year. They had a little cabin, their only company with each other. The town they lived in was a tight community, but the people recognized them both. It wasn’t quite home outside their door, but the space they made felt like theirs. Not the world’s, not the fans’, theirs.

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fangirlstuff · 2 years

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Hi back again 🤠

Elevate by St. Lucia with Eddie. The song has 80 vibes and newer song Ive started listening to. Love me some Eddie🖤❤️🦇

Thank you!💐✨🌻

Elevate

Summary: This is a story based on the vibes and lyrics of Elevate by St. Lucia. In the story, Eddie and the reader (no y/n, they/them third person) go through another upside down attack (which isn’t pictured). Afterward, Eddie seems to have lost the main character, and he doesn’t know what to do to get them back.

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader (no y/n, third person)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: this is really sad I’m sorry, but it’s also really sweet. So, angst and a little fluff. Nothing too bad :)

AN: this is unedited, but I’m happy with it without it being too good, so here you are anyway!! I hope you enjoy. Also, if you have a song you’d like me to write a story about, tell me!!

He didn’t know what he expected.

This wasn’t it, he was sure. The countless days without contact, the averted, glassy gazes in the hallway. He even held their hand at lunch- under the table, like they’d asked. But he still didn’t get so much as a look from them.

Was it him?

He thought it was. He knew it was. What else could it have been? He wasn’t sure if they were avoiding the others the same amount- he hardly paid attention- but he knew it was him.

He tried calling. There was no answer. He tried again, and still nothing. Was twice too much? Did they just need space today, like they had for weeks? It was fine, he assured himself. They really just did need time, time away from everything. Time to heal. To forget the intimate details.

He called again. It was after school, he had his homework laid out over his floor and a cigarette warming his fingers. The black phone dangled from his fingertips. He was listening to the buzz on the other side for white noise, to fill the void they left behind.

“Hello?” The phone asked. Eddie scrambled to put it to his ear, picking the cigarette ashes from his bedsheets before they could catch fire.

“Hi!” He said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. He cringed at his excitement, and it boiled back down to normal. This was a normal phone call, after all.

“Eddie?” They asked.

“Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to call so many times.”

“It’s okay,” they said. They didn’t sound so sure. “Is there something you need?”

“Do you want to smoke?” He asked. They hardly finished their question. He shook his head on his side of the line, almost as if it would answer him for him.

“Yes,” they breathed.

Eddie couldn’t contain his smile. “Be here in ten?”

“Fifteen.”

The phone hummed. They hung up. Usually, that sound would leave nothing but heartache and the taste of bile in his throat, but now he had butterflies.

He tidied his room.

No, he didn’t. He threw his clothes under his bed, smashed the papers back into his backpack, and lit a candle. He didn’t make his bed. He didn’t throw out the wrappers from his snacks this afternoon, nor did he make sure his bathroom was clean. It was good enough, probably.

His doorbell rang in less than fifteen minutes, he was sure of it. But he opened it probably too fast- he had been pacing in the living room.

“Hi,” he said. They smiled back. It didn’t reach their eyes, it was more polite than a welcome. Eddie moved out of the doorway, and led them down his hallway.

They followed, he hoped. Their footsteps were silent, their breathing didn’t make a noise. He noticed, of course he did. He always noticed. He didn’t know why. He didn’t have a reason for a lot of things with them lately, and he didn’t like not having answers.

They sat on his bed. He remembered times before these, before that summer. Back when they’d trace his back and ask about his scars again, and he would tell the same lie- he scraped himself badly on the ground when he tried to skateboard. It was simple enough to be true, but not elaborate enough to make sense. They kept letting it go, but they took notice of all the things Eddie would bristle at, when he would turn the radio down. All those little things, they noticed.

Then it happened to them. They had to spend a week in that other hell, one where things weren’t as forgiving. They came back a different person- all those kids did- but Eddie knew they had it the worst.

He was there for the first week after they all brought them back. They were a terrified mess, they would never leave Eddie’s side. He didn’t want to leave, but when the night terrors calmed and he could leave them at their own house, he let them have some space. He knew that it would help.

It made it worse. It made it so, so much worse. They stopped talking to him, they stopped being themself. He hardly got a laugh out of them, hardly saw their eyes light up. He had hardly been there long enough to.

But when he looked back up, when he came back to, he saw that they were staring at the bed. Maybe they were remembering the same things. Missing the past too.

“God, I’m so sorry.” Eddie breathed. Their eyes snapped to meet his.

“Why?”

“I can’t help you. I can’t give you what you need.” He hoped they understood he wasn’t talking about any drug. “I can’t afford therapy, I can’t help you. I want to, I want you to be okay.”

He thought they would start crying, or try to run away, or tell him it was okay. Hell, anything would be fine. But they just stared at him. They just stared, and something inside Eddie shattered.

He was crying before he knew it. He felt the warm tears rolling down his face, but he made no effort to rid of them. “I have two things I can do, just two.” He said. He sat on the bed next to them, but he didn’t meet their eyes.

“I can just shut up and roll a joint and we can sit here and smoke until we can’t breathe,” he paused. “Or I can take you out of here. We can get out of the town and just forget for a while.”

“Get me out.” They whispered, like if they spoke too loud, one of those things would come for them. Eddie almost let out a sob, he wanted nothing more on this earth than to see them happy again.

So he took them by their hand out of his bedroom. His keys were in his hand before he even realized he’d taken them, and they were in the van in seconds.

He didn’t know where he was going. He just took the highway North and kept going. The radio was off. The road and clouds and trees flew by, and his gas tank was getting low. He didn’t have money with him, but he didn’t need it.

He stopped at the next town over. He looked to his passenger’s seat, and he could almost see a weight lifted off his love’s shoulders. They seemed like they weren’t exhausted as badly, like they could have had just a normal day at work.

Eddie got out of the car first and opened the door for them. They took his hand, and he led them into the nearest shop he could find.

The sun was setting. The window to the shop had a strange film over it, one made of dust and years worth of fingerprints. Through the glass shone yellow sunlight. It reflected everywhere throughout the store, bouncing off of the shelves.

A rack of sunglasses stood on each aisle cap, and there were rows of tshirts, always on clearance. Eddie watched his love shuffle through the clothes, their fingers grazing the fabric of each one.

A song came on the staticky radio of the store. Eddie listened hard to the lyrics, but he couldn’t make them out. The beat sunk into his head though, and stuck there.

They bought a few things, little trinkets that put the faintest of smiles on their face. Every time their eyes lingered a little longer on something, Eddie put it in his hands. Soon, they were full, and he was worried his wallet would be emptied when they checked out.

Eddie hardly let the bag of things fall onto the van’s floor before he turned to face them. They looked shocked for a split second, but then melted back into their quiet state.

He started humming the song that played in the store, the beat just a little off, the lyrics not quite sewn together correctly. He offered them his hand. They stared at it, then stared at him, asking a question. He just shook his hand a little, and they took it.

He danced them around the back of the van like he would dance with any normal girl, dipping them close enough for them to hit their head on the asphalt if he slipped.

He kept humming the same verse he’d gotten down, but the repeating notes didn’t dull the mood.

They looked so beautiful in this golden light, after months of being so far out of his reach. They’d looked beautiful in the school cafeteria when it was pouring outside, or in their car outside of his band’s garage in the middle of the night. But this was a kind of beauty he had never seen on them, and it suited them well.

He wanted to kiss them, probably.

Instead, he helped them stand back upright, and then kissed their knuckles. It would have to do, he thought, as he let their hand go.

His heart was racing. He blamed it on the dancing, but he knew that being so close to them made his heart do crazy things.

But they were smiling, and all of a sudden, all those months of waiting were worth it. Just this one moment brought all the grief to a point. And he was thankful.

Eddie tucked a strand of their hair behind their ear, touching the side of their face with his fingertips. They almost leaned into it, but he took his hand away quickly. He stared walking backward, carefully, before he turned.

He opened the door to his van and they followed. He closed it after them, and made his way to the other side of the car. He was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt; just knowing that he was still capable of getting a smile out of them felt good.

He drove them to an empty parking lot and lit a cigarette. He held it to them, and they took it without hardly looking. They took a long drag and handed it back, keeping the smoke in their mouth until it probably hurt, then they let it all out. Their shoulders fell. Eddie watched them shut down, but decided to ignore it.

He turned the air conditioning up a little more, then climbed into the backseat. He fluffed a few pillows and sat on one, and set up a seat in front of him.

They followed suit, sitting on a red plaid pillow. The back of the van reeked of weed and alcohol, even though Eddie normally didn’t do the drinking. Under that, the van smelled like gasoline and vanilla, old takeout and wet dog. It was a wild mix, but it felt like home to both of them. It was familiar.

Eddie didn’t mean to stare at them, you have to believe him. His eyes just kept finding their lips, their hair, their eyes, their fingers. It was all a blur of what he was looking at. He was far away, back in last summer, and the smoke swirled back into happy days in the hotboxed van.

He remembered smiles, popsicles, honey. Yellow wallpaper in their house, Harrington’s purple BMW when Eddie’s van broke down, his own posters that had yet to be torn. It was mushing together with the pass of time, and he wished it weren’t that way. He wanted to remember everything before Vecna’s final attack. He wanted to live there forever, even if he and the gang were always on the edges of their seats, waiting for him to strike next. He would take Will’s strange words over this silence any day.

Eddie wasn’t paying attention to their eyes after a while. Their eyes, which kept finding his.

“Hey,” they said. Eddie didn’t know how much time had passed, but the cigarette was down to ashes in his fingers. He frowned as he snapped back to.

“Hey.”

“I really want to kiss you.”

He almost shook his head, not in a no kind of way, just one to free his hair, maybe, or to make sure he heard them right. “What?”

“Can I?”

“Of course,” he almost asked it, he must have been imagining it. But they got off their little red pillow and hovered their face over his. Eddie pressed his fingertip to their lips before they made contact. “That’s not just the weed talking?”

But they pushed through his finger and kissed him anyway. Their eyes slipped closed and the two fell into a rhythm, one that didn’t quite make up for all the time lost, but one that promised more.

It was sweet, it tasted of a bigger city’s air and chapstick they’d picked up at the store earlier. It tasted sad too, like it was a goodbye more than it was a welcome.

Eddie backed away first. He could tell there was something on his love’s mind, and he would let them speak if it meant he got to hear their voice again, even if they were probably going to push him away.

Eddie held their shoulders, and they broke into tears. His heart broke: he should have been mad or sad for himself. He should have felt bad. But he didn’t. He just felt sorry. So, so sorry that they had to go through all of that during the summer. He had been there, and he knew what it was like. He wouldn’t wish that upon anyone, not even Vecna himself deserved to be thrown into that place.

They went back to their pillow, slumping against the metal wall of the van. The whole thing shook, but Eddie hardly felt it. He just watched as tears rolled down their cheeks, knowing it was best if he didn’t touch them.

When their throat cleared enough to speak again, they whispered words that would have brought Eddie to his knees in tears if he weren’t trying so hard not to let his emotions take over- maybe it would be better for them if he held himself to gather.

“I just need time.”

He swallowed his tears. They burned all the way down, threatened to bubble back up. He just kept swallowing until he could respond.

“And I’ll give you all you need. All of it. I’ll wait for you.” It all came out in one breath. He wasn’t sure how much of it actually hit them in the heart, where he hoped it would sink in.

Eddie wasn’t going anywhere.

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