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Everyone! Give me the name of a song and a character, and I can write a fanfic based off of the song’s lyrics/vibes. I think this will be fun :)

I’m mostly writing Austin Butler and Eddie Munson fics, but I can do some other fandoms/celebrities too (Cobra Kai, Marvel, some books. Just give me a name and if I don’t know it I just won’t write it lol).

Thank you !!

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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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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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Got bored and ED-ited (ha, get it? ED-Ited. Cause you know, like ED-die?) Eddie Munson as a pirate.

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Everyone! Give me the name of a song and a character, and I can write a fanfic based off of the song’s lyrics/vibes. I think this will be fun :)

I’m mostly writing Austin Butler and Eddie Munson fics, but I can do some other fandoms/celebrities too (Cobra Kai, Marvel, some books. Just give me a name and if I don’t know it I just won’t write it lol).

Thank you !!

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hiii bestie! I saw your post about request and I had to jump in to request an austin butler x reader. They are basically married and they do the buzzard couple quiz and how austin basically wins because he knows every little detail about the reader, his newly wife🥹, and then all the fans are gushing about them on social media. like he basically knows her skincare routine, her birth chart, her workout routine snd the type of make up she shops for and like all of those super specific and detailed things she never thought he noticed 😚 I would absolutely love that If you don’t mind pls!

Hiii!!! This is my first ask ever so I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but we’ll find that out.

Couple’s Quiz

Summary: Austin knows everything about the reader in an interview and a little fluff follows :)

Pairing: Austin Butler x f!reader (no y/n, just first person)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none! It’s all cute :)

AN: I watched an interview like this a while ago, with MGK and Megan Fox on GQ, so I’m using the same format. I hope that’s what you mean!! Also, there isn’t really a lot to base Austin off of, so most of this is what I think he’d be like. And just pretend that the video came out the same day. It’s a magic video.

The calendar on the fridge told me we had quite the day ahead of us. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the air was heating up, as only California could. Austin hadn’t come downstairs yet, so his mug of coffee was steaming on the countertop.

I looked again at my hand, feeling the unfamiliar weight tugging it back down to where it had been at my waist. The diamond glittered in the kitchen lights, painting little patterns on the ceiling as I moved it back and forth. Only nights ago I got this ring- a beautiful, no doubt million-dollar one. I beamed at it for the millionth time. It told me that things had only just begun, but it reminded me of the many nights Austin and I had already spent together, of the nights before those when I was hopelessly in love with a boy on screen.

But the man came down the stairs, wearing his favorite “casual” outfit of hundred dollar jeans and jewelry, but he still kept the same, priceless smile. He got fruit out of the fridge and checked the calendar. He tapped it with the back of his finger as he looked at me.

“We have our couple’s quiz.”

“Our what?” I asked. I hadn’t looked into it, and Austin did all the planning.

“With GQ?” I shook my head. “They ask us questions about each other, and we keep track with points or whatever.”

“Oh, that sounds interesting.” And it did, but I didn’t want to spend the day in another headquarters of another news company I didn’t consume for things other than work. I wanted to spend it back in the Islands, where we had our honeymoon just a day ago. I wanted my feet back in the sand, my hands in Austin’s, the ring still uncomfortable on my finger. It was peaceful there, where there weren’t cameras everywhere.

Austin hummed, breaking me from my thoughts. He set the stuff on the counter and turned to give me a hug. His arms ate me whole, swallowing him in his soft t-shirt. I smiled against his neck, just where my head reached.

“It’ll be fun, promise.” He told me. “But I know I’m gonna win.”

I backed up. “No way! I was a fan before we started dating!”

“Hmmm, maybe. But I still think I can do it.”

“Guess you’ll have to prove it, sweetheart.” I kissed his nose, and we began our day.

&@&@

People with blank faces pushed Austin and I into chairs on a set that could have resembled a room if it didn’t have two walls. The bright purple of it all burned my eyes, but I blinked it away, smiling into the camera.

We were handed large cards with questions, and we were instructed to read them to each other like we were having a conversation, like this wasn’t forced at all. So I tried my best.

The introductions were rough, but it got going soon after.

“I’ll go first,” Austin said. He was speaking to me, even though we were meant to be filming a video. “We’ll start off easy. Where did we meet?”

“That is easy. I met you first at Comic Con, four years back. Then we met again at a party.”

“You were press,” he added. I nodded, swallowing harshly as I remembered that night. He never liked press, but he almost hovered around me all night instead of being the other way around. He seemed enchanted, the party’s lights dancing in his eyes. He didn’t look away from me, and we left halfway through my favorite song to go get real food. We never really left each other after that. “You get a point.” He said. Then, “Where is my favorite place to visit?”

“The Islands.” I gave him a wink that I hoped the camera didn’t catch. He smiled. “But past that, you’ve been working daily.”

“Sadly, but it’s important.”

I wanted to tell him how important I thought his work was, but I didn’t quite think I could put that into words during an interview. But I had spent nights over the phone with him when he was stuck in Australia, just telling him how good he was doing, how important his role of The King was, and how many lives he would change, how many things he could influence.

“That’s another point. I don’t really have a favorite place. It literally says that on the card.” He showed the camera. “Okay, now, what’s my hidden talent?”

I blushed, but quickly shook it from my head, giggling. He laughed too, but he sent a worried look into the camera. “You don’t get road rage.” I said when my fit was done.

“That’s true,” he said. “I don’t know why. California drivers suck too, I just don’t think getting angry helps.” He told the audience behind the screen. I admired his skill, knowing what to say to a crowd that wasn’t there. That’s something I thought I understood, what with being in press, but I couldn’t quite do it like he could. “I’m giving you two points because I didn’t even think of it. I have here ‘guitar.’” He read.

“That’s not hidden!” I protested.

“It’s not, but I don’t want to play for anyone but you.”

I smiled at him, then remembered that I wasn’t really here for him, that it was all about them. Behind the camera. “You hear that? I get concerts you guys don’t.” I teased. I could almost feel the millions of teenage hearts break.

We went back and forth with simple questions. I got most of them right, and the ones I didn’t left me in a crisis. How did I not know his astrological sign? Or his car type? Or hardly anything about his childhood? I felt horrible about it, and if it wasn’t about to be my turn to read the cards aloud, I would have told him to tell me everything, starting from his earliest memory, to right this very second. To not leave anything out, not even what he had for breakfast one day in seventh grade.

But I read the first card aloud anyway. We could do that later.

“How many tattoos do I have? And what are they?”

“One, it’s on your ribs.” He smiled as he recited the quote perfectly. It was an excerpt from my favorite book.

“Why do I have it? That’s not on here, I just want to know if you know.” I shook the cardboard sign around.

“It made you who you are today, it changed the way you think about life.”

I sighed and threw the card onto the floor, looking into the camera as I did so. “Three points.” I told it. I looked back at Austin, who was beaming. “What’s my favorite way to decompress?”

He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Then he said, “reading, tea, a bath. You do chores too, like laundry and dishes and things.”

“Maybe I should get stressed out more often, we have lots of chores to catch up on.”

“No, I don’t want that,” He smiled. “We can do them together. Stress-free.”

“Four points.”

“You’re being lenient.”

“I am not,” I joked. “Okay, what’s my astrological sign?”

“You mean the one you just got wrong for me?”

“That’s the one,”

“You’re a Saggitarius.”

I gasped. “I think that’s true. That’s what the card says.”

“She doesn’t even know her own sign,” He told the camera.

“I don’t, it’s a crime.”

And the more questions I asked, the more his points grew. They passed mine in three questions, and he was beaming at me the whole time. He answered the questions like I was on posters everyone had in their rooms, like I was the internet star, not him. He knew things about me that I didn’t remember telling him, things that I didn’t even remember myself.

At the end of the twenty questions, he left me almost speechless. We said our goodbyes to the people in the camera and watched the red recording light turn off.

&@&@&

We got home in the late afternoon. The palm trees outside our door swayed in the breeze, painted gold with the sun. I set my bag down on the chair, where it would be forgotten until the morning, and draped myself over the outdoor couch by the pool.

I had my phone out for a second, watching Twitter notifications fill up my screen faster than I could clear them.

“They’re adorable!!! I wish I had love like theirs!!!!” And, “god, I wish I could be her.” Then, “her outfit is adorable! And they match!!!!!”

I turned it off and set it next to me.

Austin joined me, stomach down on the scratchy cushion. He closed his eyes. We both lied there, silent for a moment. The city went on around us, the sounds of cars and airplanes filling the quiet.

“You really knew all that about me?” I asked.

He nodded. “‘Course, baby.”

“Why do you remember all of it? I don’t even know half the stuff you told me about myself.” I admitted.

“Because you’re important to me.” He opened his eyes after a second. “You’re everything to me.”

I knew he had literally vowed that to me earlier this week, that it was in writing in a lockbox upstairs, but it still made my heart flutter.

“You’re my everything too, but I didn’t know most of that stuff.” I laughed.

“And that’s okay,” he assured me. “Remembering stuff is my way of showing my love. Yours is making food, it’s taking care of me. Of all that,” he nodded his head toward my phone, which kept buzzing between us. “And knowing when not to.”

He was right.

“I love you,” he said. His eyes were on mine.

“I love you too.” I kissed him lightly. “I think I love you more than I can say into a camera.” I joked.

“I get that, I don’t like talking into cameras. At least there were people back there today.”

I nodded, then closed my eyes, the silence taking back over. It was never uncomfortable with him, I never felt like I had to break it to save my relationship, and I knew it was a good thing.

Tiredness took my body over, and I fell asleep under the sun in Austin’s arms. Interviewing was exhausting, but if it made me feel as good as I did then, then I would do it over and over again.

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I need some prompts/asks, I can write pretty much anything, but I’m focusing on Eddie Munson and Austin Butler right now :)

But send me some stuff!!! It doesn’t have to be specific. I’ll write it when I can! ❤️❤️

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Too Early

Summary: the reader (no y/n, just first person imagine) wakes up wet, so Austin and Eddie help her out.

Pairing: Austin Butler X f!Reader X Eddie Munson. There’s no implied relationship between Austin and Eddie, but you can picture it if you’d like :)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut, clearly- oral, female receiving, squirting, fingering? But it’s not very graphic because I can’t bring myself to write those words. Also, a bit of light bdsm.

The California King was usually empty when I woke. The sheets would be cool, the other two sides of the bed made. I would wake up alone, hair thrown about the pillows, and I would go find them both in the kitchen or the office, hard at work or just having fun.

Today was not one of those days. I woke to a bright room, though the blinds were still down. Slivers of sunlight came in through the spaces between the walls and the windows.

I checked the clock: 7:16.

I felt in my stomach- low and warm, just between my hips- why I didn’t wake up early. It had been like this for a long time, I wake up wet and can’t get back to sleep unless I- or one of my boys- took care of it. Or I could just get up… but that isn’t happening. Not this early.

I stuffed my head back into the pillows, but I knocked my head on Austin’s. I groaned and pulled back, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I didn’t think he’d be there, well into my third of the bed.

His eyes fluttered open, and he winced in pain. “Good morning,” he said sarcastically. I smiled, even though I doubted he was looking at me.

“Good morning.” I grumbled.

He looked at the clock over my shoulder, then back down at me with a question in his eyes. The heat in my stomach only grew. I rolled my eyes, though I knew he had seen the pink flush over my cheeks before I turned away from him.

He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back to face him.

I looked him in the eye and it was a mistake. I blushed hard, and he noticed, giving me a soft smile. “Do you want me to fix it?” He asked. I supposed he wasn’t fully awake yet, throwing around questions like that.

But still, I nodded. “Only if you want to.”

“I do.”

He threw the covers off, then sat on top of them. I followed, and he patted his thighs for me. Instead, I put my head between his legs and laid on my back, facing away from him.

He leaned down to kiss me, which I knew hurt his back, but he made no effort to make himself more comfortable.

I took his tongue into my mouth as he slowly pulled my loose t-shirt above my chest. He broke us apart to pull it over my head, then made the kiss all teeth and tongue.

He worked his hands down my neck, down my chest. He rolled my nipples between his fingers and I sighed into his mouth, already almost breathless. He smiled against my lips, knowing the power he held over me already.

He pinched them and I moaned lightly, and he sighed. I felt him become more relaxed, but he kissed me harder.

He kept moving his hands after that, down to my stomach. He rolled his hands there, harshly, just under my belly button. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a rush of heat between my legs.

I didn’t even try to back up before speaking. “Austin,” my voice was breathy, almost not mine. “Please-“

“I got you, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

He pushed his fingers into my waistband, and I was glad I only slept in underwear and a t-shirt. It made mornings like these much easier.

He pulled the thin, pink fabric down my thighs, and I kicked them off from there. The soaked fabric landed somewhere on Eddie’s side of the bed. Somewhere in my muddled mind, I thought ‘he would love that’ just before Austin slipped a finger down to where the heat pooled.

I gasped at the feeling of his cool fingers against my hot skin, then unconsciously rocked my hips against the pressure.

“Fuck, darlin’, you’re so needy.” He said, gathering my slick between two fingers.

I gasped at the words and the feeling of more of the stuff leaking onto the sheets. I couldn’t help it, even if he had barely touched me. I was so worked up I could hardly plead for him to keep going.

He understood anyway, pushing the two fingers into me and rocking them before I had the chance to even moan.

My back arched and I pushed his fingers in further, all the breath in my lungs gone.

He kept at it, and when he hit that sensitive spot somewhere within me, I moaned louder than I ever had. He curled his fingers and hit that spot every time he pulled out and pushed back in. He had me melting on his fingertips, moaning his name uncontrollably.

I felt a rush all of a sudden, starting from my neck and going toward where his fingers were.

“I’m close-“ I panted. I hoped he heard me, because I sure didn’t hear myself.

Then his fingers stilled. All his motion stopped and he pulled his face away from mine. I whined, opening my eyes to curse him out.

But then I saw why he had.

Through the door to the bedroom, the very way I was facing, was Eddie. His eyes didn’t meet mine, and I could feel the direct line onto my lower half where they lied.

He shook his head, hair flying about, and looked at Austin, who still held me, but not like I wanted him to.

“Do you want me to take it from here?” Eddie asked, coming toward the bed. He hit his knees to the mattress before Austin answered.

“I got it.”

But Eddie hummed anyway, bringing a hand up to my inner thigh. “I can help,” he said, before pushing my lag onto the mattress, spreading them further. “You’re up too early, baby, is that it?” He put pressure onto my thigh and I sucked in a breath. “Or was it Austin that made you moan like that?” He pinched the skin and I arched my back. I felt it go straight to the little pool that was forming between my hips.

“Both,” I breathed.

Eddie gave Austin a look, and he took my hands into his as Eddie nodded. He held me above my head tight, and I was glad he did because I knew I would be thrashing about the bed, trying to grab something. He tightened his knees around my ribcage, and I knew I would be seeing stars the rest of the morning.

Eddie smiled at me, still between my legs but not giving any attention.

“Look at our baby, all spread out for us,” He didn’t look at Austin or me when he said it, just into the morning air around the bed. My hips bucked at the words, and I spilled more onto the sheets.

“Eddie, please do something.” I said, squeezing Austin’s hands. He squeezed back, and it was more than Eddie had done already.

“You want me to baby? Because I’m having fun just watching you get so wet our sheets are a different color.”

I almost cried out. I almost took my hand from Austin’s and did it myself, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Please-“ I moaned.

Eddie nodded, and started kissing my thigh where his fingers had left marks just seconds ago. He put his hand onto my other thigh and pushed it out as far as it would go, then stroked the skin there with his thumb.

After he finished sucking a hickey into the skin there, he moved his tongue to my folds, leaving another searing kiss on the top, where the slick didn’t even reach.

When his tongue slipped down one side of me, I moaned loud and grasped onto Austin’s hands harder, and he held me there.

Eddie worked his way down a bit, to the spot where Austin’s fingers had been a few minutes ago. He worked his tongue around the spot, sucking up everything I had given both of them and swallowing against me. I spilled more at the sight, and he eagerly lapped that up, too.

Before I could think, or even spill more at the thought, Eddie stuck his tongue inside me.

I just about screamed, the heat of his heavy tongue against my own heat felt heavenly, though the sounds around the room where quite the opposite.

Eddie backed up for a second. “Can you make her quiet?” He asked before diving right back in.

Before I had the chance to moan again, Austin’s lips where on mine. His tongue worked my lips apart, then roamed throughout my mouth at the same time Eddie’s did inside me.

My chest was heaving and I couldn’t catch my breath, I was squirming even under Austin’s grip to get a better angle from both of them.

I slammed my hips down onto Eddie’s tongue. His nose hit me in a place that made me see stars, and he noticed. He rolled a finger there and I moaned loudly into Austin’s mouth.

Austin backed up, letting me breathe a bit. He let one of my hands go before quickly taking it into his other. I felt two fingers on my lips, coating in saliva, pressing down.

I opened my mouth and Austin put them in, letting me take down half of them.

Austin kissed my forehead and moaned as I swirled his fingers with my tongue, and as I bit them when Eddie hit that spot inside me.

“Right there,” Austin told him. Eddie nodded and kept going at that spot, adding his own finger to the mix.

I felt the coolness of his ring against me and I gushed more into his hand, and I moaned around Austin’s fingers.

He slipped the rest of his fingers into my mouth, and I gagged a bit around them, but got on with it just fine.

Eddie kept hitting that spot inside me, not letting up until my breath was gone, and all I could give as a warning was to stop sucking on Austin’s fingers as the warmth spread around me.

“She’s close.” He said.

Eddie added another finger, but took his tongue out. He fucked into me fast, his fingers curling and hitting that spot every time.

“Are you gonna cum for us, baby?” He cooed. “Show us how much you like this.”

And as soon as Eddie hit that spot one more time, he pulled out as my stomach squeezed. My back arched and Austin let his death grip go on my ribs.

I squirted onto Eddie’s hand, onto the sheets, all across my thighs. I closed my legs and my stomach squeezed again. More slick came rushing out and coated Eddie’s hands. Austin took his fingers from my mouth and wiped them next to me on the sheets, letting me breathe for a minute.

“Holy shit,” Austin laughed. Eddie did too, low and lovely.

“You liked that so much you squirted?” Eddie asked. I nodded, but buried my head as far into Austin’s thighs as I could. I was bright red with embarrassment and pleasure, still trying to come down from my high.

Austin set his hand between himself and I, and pushed my face back up to meet his eyes and Eddie’s.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby.” Austin said. I nodded, but I still wanted to close my eyes.

“You did great, both of you. You were very loud, though.” Eddie joked. I smiled, and Eddie leaned down to kiss me. When he let his tongue into my mouth, I could still taste myself on him.

Then he pulled away, and got off the bed. He started taking the sheets off as Austin helped me stand up without blacking out.

“Go take a shower, darlin’.” He said. I nodded and started making my way toward the bathroom.

Eddie poked my side as I went by. “I have breakfast downstairs, and this time you won’t have to heat it up in the damn microwave.”

“Maybe I should wake up early every day.” I mumbled, and both boys laughed.

[fangirlstuff]

Love and Magic

Summary: Our main character and their friends had just gotten back from the Upside Down. Eddie’s wings are messy, and he asks the MC to help him.

Pairing: Eddie Munson X reader, but the character is more of a main character. No y/n.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Eddie has wings and they’re very sensitive. Just a bit of smut, but nothing too hands-on. There is a little plot here, but you didn’t come here for that.

AN: God, I can’t believe I wrote this. Anyway, Eddie has wings in this fic because I love wings, but don’t question the origin or physics. I have no clue. This is just a headcannon I suppose, lol. Enjoy :)

We decided to stay close. Eddie and I, along with Nancy and Robin, took Eddie’s trailer, and the kids and Steve stayed in Max’s. It felt good to know they were so close, but I just wanted to be alone.

I wasn’t so lucky. We were pushed into two bedrooms, and I was stuck with Eddie.

Not that I was complaining. And neither were the girls.

The lights in the other trailer were already off. The kids had done this before, but Eddie and I hadn’t.

I laid on his bed and stared at the poster-covered ceiling. I kept running it through my head- shadows, bats, vines, lights, all of it. The story was blurring, my eyes were closing. It was all fuzzy.

Then Eddie came into the room. He looked angry as he closed the door behind himself, and as my eyes trailed down, I understood why.

His wings were covered in goopy black stuff. The feathers were stuck together, some already falling out.

“Can you help me?” He asked. He spoke in a whisper, he didn’t want to wake the girls. I nodded and he sat in front of me on the bed, his back to me.

“Just pull them out. The ones that are gross,” he said.

“Won’t that hurt?”

He shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”

So I started at the end of the left one. He stretched out the feathered limb and it almost covered the entire room. I took the trashcan from his floor and set it next to me.

I pulled them out one by one, then handfuls at a time. He winced almost every time, but he didn’t make any noise.

I told him when the trashcan was full and he got up to empty it. He fluttered it once, clean almost to the part that met his back. A few feathers fell onto the floor, but he just left them.

When he got back, he stretched the other wing out before I could say anything. I began on that one, and went through the same routine as the last.

He emptied the can one more time before he came back to sit in front of me.

I worked my way toward his back, pulling out a few at a time.

His head fell into his hands, held up on his knees.

“You okay?”

He just nodded. I kept going.

He fluttered his wings the closer to his back I got.

“Does it hurt too bad?”

He shook his head. “Just keep going.”

He breathed the words, he didn’t just whisper them.

I continued, but softer than before. More careful. My fingertips searched for the ones that stuck to each other, and pulled them down instead of out.

He sucked in a breath every time I did so. I began to understand that he wasn’t in pain, that he might not have been this whole time.

I finished both wings, but he still didn’t turn toward me, or get up, or do anything.

I took my hands away, and he almost chased them. “Don’t stop.” He said.

So I kept going. I touched his wings lightly to watch them flutter, then I pulled on the ends to get him to make any noise at all, and after I got closer to him, he finally did.

I’d never heard Eddie Munson moan before, but I was sure I did then.

So I kept going, my touch getting rougher. I moved toward his back and he met my hands there, pushing back onto them. I held them there, sturdy, almost massaging where his skin met his feathers.

He was breathing heavy. His back arched when I pinched his skin, and he threw his head back. I was afraid he would wake the girls, but he didn’t make a sound.

“Turn around.” I said. I meant it playfully, but that’s not exactly how it came out.

He did, and what I saw before me was a mess.

His eyes were watering, dark with lust. His lips were parted, his skin was glistening. And he was staring at me, waiting for my next command.

I smiled at him and pulled him closer. His legs looped around my waist and he fell against my chest.

I unbuttoned his jeans- I could tell they were strangling him- and brought my hands up again to his back.

I kept playing with his wings. I didn’t know how fast doing so would make him turn to putty, how easy it was to make him feel good.

And shit, did I feel good too.

He kissed my neck to keep himself quiet. I ran my hands up his back, then around the wings again and again. I felt his breaths get faster against me, I felt his hips twitching.

I looked above us, and realized the room went dark. I thought for a moment I was back in the Upside Down before I realized that his wings were circling us both, blocking us from the window behind me.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered in my ear. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. I won’t.” My touches got harsher and faster. He bit my neck. I pulled his head up with one of my hands, and made him kiss me.

He melted against my lips. I brought my hand back as he toyed with my tongue, then I pinched both my hands at the same time.

He moaned into my mouth as he came, biting my lip. I think I came too, everything felt a bit hot and sticky. I kept playing with his wings as he broke the kiss apart, panting onto my neck.

I held him there as we both recovered, my hands stalling. He kissed my neck before he backed up enough to look at me. I missed his warmth already.

“Thank you,” he said. He was searching my eyes for any sign of disgust, anything of the kind. He didn’t find any.

“Of course,” I kissed him again. “I didn’t know that would feel so good.”

“Me neither. I’ve never… I’ve never touched my wings like that before.”

“I would imagine, I don’t think you can reach.” I joked. He smiled.

He kissed me this time. And when he pulled away, he squeezed my hip twice. “Do you need-?” He trailed off.

I shook my head. “I did. Just now.”

We giggled like schoolgirls, quietly between each other. I felt giddy, I had never done that before. And I could tell he was too, but it was different.

“Ask me if you want that again.” I said before I could think about it. I really wanted to do it again, especially if it made him feel that way.

He blushed a deep red before nodding. “Soon,” he said. “But now, sleep.”

I couldn’t agree more. The inter-dimensional travels and whatever that was weighed my eyelids down.

We changed our clothes, getting the stench of love and magic off of us. He clicked the lights off and we both got into bed.

“Goodnight,” I said.

He turned over and kissed my forehead. “Goodnight, love.”

I smiled as I drifted off.