#& i'm obsessed with eddie being the odd man out in it

[havecourage-darling]

Firsts

AO3 | Part 1 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)

>> Firsts: Panic Attack || masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: 3.1K

warnings: none, some heavy kissing, drinking, cursing

A/N: Hi! It's me again, back on my bullshit, obsessed and inspired by your lovely messages. This follows the same eddie x henderson!reader from: Don't You (Forget About Me) and Object of My Desire. There are going to be 12 parts -- all detailing first time moments -- but they can all be read as standalones. Some intertwine with a later story idea I have (that I'm waiting for volume 2 to post!) this chapter has no S4 spoilers. Your comments, kudos, and messages give this adhd ridden hyperfixated weirdo life, tysm!

First Kiss

The first time you had kissed him, Eddie was almost sure he’d accidentally smoked a laced joint and had hallucinated the whole thing. Then, you’d snuck your hand into his hair and tugged his neck back. If that hadn’t been enough to turn him on, you had bit down on his neck – worrying the skin between your lips -- and Eddie was halfway in love.

His day had started normally. He’d spent all day in his mind-numbingly boring classes, eating lunch while terrorizing the cafeteria, sold some bud, and planned his next campaign. He didn’t think this was where he’d be by the end of it.

He promised Rick that he’d sell the rest of his stock to make room for some new stuff coming in next week. The best customers were none other than the seniors of Hawkins High. Fortunately for him, it was also the week of Halloween. While he normally wouldn’t be caught dead at any school dance, he knew it was his best bet. He’d hang around for an hour, sell out, and go home a happy guy. Maybe pick up some pizza and a movie for the night.

“Dude, I didn’t know you were here selling,” Jeff, his fellow Hellfire Club member, said just as he’d stepped into the gym.

“What are you dressed as?” Eddie asked, eyeing his outfit.

“Tommy Lee!” Jeff grinned at him, pulling out a pair of drumsticks. Eddie nodded, offering up his fist.

“That’s sick,” he said, glancing around the room. He caught a few odd stares, ignoring them, and a good amount of interested ones.

“Do me a favor dude,” Eddie, grabbed Jeff’s sleeve before his date could steal him away. “Spread the word that I’ve got some stuff to sell.”

Jeff shot the chaperone’s a look before nodding. “I got you man,” he slapped Eddie’s back before going off to the dance floor.

Eddie stationed himself at the edge of the bleachers, mostly hidden by some decorations. He grinned when a basketball player approached him after a few minutes. Typical.

“What are you supposed to be?” Eddie snorted, glancing at the pathetic costume.

“A cowboy,” the guy – Nick? Adam? – sneered. “You got any or what?”

“Or what,” Eddie muttered, handing him a small bag. “Same price.”

The cowboy handed him two pairs of freshly printed, crisp bills. “Pleasure doing business,” Eddie tilted his imaginary hat. Without a word, the cowboy turned on his heel and walked away. Oh the irony of being outcast by the top tier only to have them crawl to him for their needs.

Thirty minutes later, Eddie was all but sold out. He had two joints left but he knew he could smoke through them if he didn’t have any more buyers. Eddie ran a sweaty hand through his hair, why did the gym always feel like it was a thousand degrees, and caught sight of a teacher walking in his direction.

Without preamble, he ducked under the bleachers and waited her out.

“Munson?” A voice called out. Eddie whipped around, startled out of his fucking mind – who hell hides under the bleachers?

“Jesus fucking Christ Harrington, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” Eddie said, clutching at his heart dramatically. If he was going to be over the top, why stop because he was hiding?

Steve laughed, as if that was the most hilarious joke he’d ever heard. “Uh, Harrington?” Eddie called out, taking a few steps towards him. Steve was leaning against the wall, his legs sprawled and expression akin to someone who’d lost their puppy. As Eddie bent down, he wrinkled his nose. “Shit, Harrington, that’s some shitty tequila.”

“You want some?” He said, perking up. Eddie winced as his arm smacked into his side, the bottle sloshing. Eddie picked it out his hand before he could spill anymore. He sniffed it experimentally and shrugged, why not? He took a swig and fought the urge to spit it out. That, is why not, he thought to himself, gagging.

“This tastes like lighter fluid,” Eddie told him, “and I’m not exactly known for having refined taste.”

Steve grinned. “Good shit, right?”

“That was not a compliment,” Eddie told him, standing up. “Why are you piss drunk, dressed like Mario, at a school dance? Isn’t there somewhere, I don’t know, with less supervision that you could be doing this?”

“Nope,” Steve said, popping his lips obnoxiously. “Love sucks, man.”

Eddie fought the urge to roll his eyes. He’d heard that King Steve had broken up with the perfect Nancy Wheeler. He had a hard time believing that someone like Harrington couldn’t get another date, he drove around a BMW for shit’s sake.

“Hey, do you have any….” Steve trailed off, looking confused.

“Weed?”

Steve brightened, snapping his fingers and missing. “Yeah!”

“It’s your lucky day Harrington, I’ve got two joints left,” Eddie said, tossing one into his hands.

It took him a minute, but Steve handed him a few crumpled bills from the front pocket of his denim overalls. Eddie tried really hard not to contemplate his life.

“Steve Harrington!” A new, distinctly annoyed, voice cried out. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I turn around to dance for two seconds and you disappear.”

Eddie watched, a little awed, as you stomped over to them. Without hesitation, a pink heeled foot kicked Steve’s leg. “Get up you moping loser, you promised me dancing,” you said.

“I’m sad,” Steve whined, moving to stand regardless. Even Eddie rolled his eyes at that one. He should’ve known – Harrington seemed super glued to your side this year. Where you went, he usually followed.

“Go be sad on the dance floor!” You urged, hopping in one place, the pink dress around you moving fluidly with you.

Eddie tried his best not to let his eyes settle onto your chest but, he was only a mere mortal, and the more you bounced – the more your assets bounced with you.

A third voice joined the fray and Eddie ducked. You glanced at him, as if surprised he was there, and blinked. “Don’t worry,” you whispered, “Natasha’s not a narc.”

“Damn right I’m not,” the girl dressed like a skeleton said. She wrapped Steve’s arm around her shoulders and winced at his breath. “Jesus Harrington, can’t you hold your liquor?”

“Can you get him something to drink?” You asked her, your face wrinkling in worry. “He needs to sober up a little before we go home.”

“At this rate, Amelia’s the only one who hasn’t touched the stuff,” Natasha snorted, dragging Steve out from under the bleachers.

You turned to him and squinted. Eddie grinned, excited to have your attention. With a flourish, he bowed. “Pleasure to see you tonight, if you’re looking for some weed – you’re in luck. I’ve got one left,” he said.

“What are you dressed as?” You asked, completely ignoring his question. Eddie quirked his brow and realized that your eyes were also a little glazed over.

“As a demon cult leader, what do you think? Did I do okay?” Eddie turned in a circle, putting on his show. He turned back to you, expecting you to look annoyed or put off – like everyone in the popular crowd did when faced with himself. Eddie felt his whole-body freeze when he caught your heated stare. You dragged your gaze up his body and Eddie swore he felt it like a physical touch.

Well, that was new.

“I’d say you look good, but you usually do,” you said, stepping towards him. Eddie, instinctively, took a step back. Scared and turned on were a very weird, although not unheard of, combination for him.

“Back at you princess,” he said, trying not to sound breathless. What the fuck?

At that, you quirked your head. “Princess?”

Eddie smirked, letting his obvious gaze trail down your body. You were clearly dressed as Princess Peach, your yellow wig pulled back into a messy ponytail, although…

“From my recollection, Princess Peach never wore a dress that short,” he said, eyeing your legs. He braced himself for a scathing reply but found you laughing instead. What the hell was it about this holiday that made people go insane?

“Princess Peach never had to attend a dance in an old smelly gym,” you said matter-of-factly. “Short as it is, it still feels like it’s a thousand degrees in here.”

“It’s the testosterone and steroids from the basketball team,” Eddie quipped, raising his brow. “No offense to your boyfriend.”

“Steve Harrington is not my boyfriend,” you said, laughing like that was the funniest joke you’d ever heard. “He’s literally crying over his break up.”

“Weirder things have happened,” he said, leaning against the wall. “I’m pretty sure-”

“So, this might be the tequila,” you interrupted him, loudly, “but I really want to kiss you.”

Eddie would’ve been less surprised if you’d taken out a baseball bat and smacked him with it.

“Uh, how much tequila?” Eddie asked.

You shrugged, stepping closer to him, “enough to make me feel good, not enough to not know what I’m doing.”

“You know,” he said, pensive, “that is really good enough for me.”

“Great!” You said, throwing yourself at him.

Eddie winced as your foot collided with his ankle but quickly forgot about the pain when your lips pressed against his. He dropped his hands to your waist, the rough fabric bunching around his grip.

You tasted like tequila, fruit punch, and something else he couldn’t put his finger on. You were soft, so fucking soft, and pliant. Hands frantic, you fisted his collar as if assuring yourself he wasn’t going anywhere. Fucking zombies couldn’t pry him away with their cold dead hands.

Eddie felt you lean back for air, your eyes had a glint in them that he couldn’t describe and soon after, you’d pulled his head back by his hair. With his neck exposed, you latched on and Eddie desperately tried to remember that you’d both get in a lot of trouble if you were caught from the noises that were trying to claw out of him. Satisfied with the bruise you’d left, you beamed up at him and Eddie couldn’t help the fond smile he shot you back.

“Didn’t take you for a biter,” he said, thumb coming to swipe across your lower lip.

“I’m not usually, you’re just enjoyable,” you said nonchalantly and unaffected, like you weren’t just shaking up his entire world. Unable to help himself, he nipped at the crook of your neck and was rewarded with the most delicious sounding moan. He wanted to carve that noise into his memory.

You immediately pushed him back, eyes hooded, and lips swollen. The red bite he’d placed on your neck felt like a neon sign and he couldn’t help but feel turned on by it. Holy shit, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Then, with a quick motion, you dropped to the floor. Eddie jerked forward, worried you’d tripped or something when he realized you were kneeling. He straightened and shot you a confused look.

“Come on,” you urged, placing a warm hand on his calf.

Come on what? He thought, still wildly confused. He watched your lips part and you looked up at him through your lashes. Eddie shifted, his dick trying to get in on the action as well. He froze. No…you couldn’t… Eddie dropped his gaze to you and you shifted your weight onto your heels, hands reaching for his belt.

“Don’t you want me to?” You asked, smiling sweetly up at him. Holy fucking shit, Eddie thought. Maybe he was hallucinating? There’s no way you – you of all people – were on your knees during a Halloween dance, under the bleachers, with him, dressed like goddamn wet dream, and offering him a blow job. He nodded absently, still dazed and trying to process this moment, and you beamed.

Your impatient hands fumbled with his studded belt and Eddie reached out to help you. He stepped back, needing the space to unbuckle his pants, and watched as you fell forward.

“Shit, are you okay?” Eddie asked, looking for what you tripped over.

“I may be drunker than I realized,” you said, giggling. Eddie felt his blood freeze. Fuck. Slowly, he untangled your hands from his waistband and lowered himself to the floor next to you. “Why’d you stop?”

Eddie sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’m pretty sure, given your squeaky-clean reputation, you’re not the type to lightly offer up what you just did,” he bumped your nose with his and felt his stupid, idiotic, heart flip at the sight of your wide smile. “Definitely not sober at least.”

“I’ve only had one boyfriend before,” you whispered, falling over onto your butt. You blinked, as if shocked, and brought your gaze back to him. “We did stuff, I’m not some stumbling virgin.”

“I’m sure you’re an absolute minx,” Eddie said, biting back laughter at your serious nod.

“He said I was good,” you frowned, looking pensive. “Although, he was also a virgin when we met so maybe I wasn’t?”

Nothing like tequila to bring around an existential crisis and brutal honesty. He was sure this wasn’t something you’d be telling him if you were sober. Still, Eddie couldn’t handle your sad little frown. He placed a hand on your bare knee, flinching at how hot your skin was. Although he was the one who’d touched you, it felt like you had branded him.

In fact, he was pretty sure he’d be unable to forget about this interaction for a while. Now that you’d caught his attention, you weren’t likely to go anywhere. “I’m pretty sure you rocked his world and have no doubt you could rock mine too. Especially considering that that’s how you kiss when you’re drunk. Not sure if I can handle a sober one.”

You grinned, lighting up the entirety of this dirty dark corner – even a little piece of him. Fuck, how had he never noticed how pretty you were? He thought back on all the times he’d seen you around the school.  

“Come on, let’s get you back to your friends,” Eddie said, lifting you up. You laughed, your breath fanning over the darkening hickey on his neck.

He knew you floated from group to group, notorious for having friends in every clique, club, and class. Shit, even Billy Hargrove seemed to have an eye on you – not that you’d accepted any of his advances. Jeff had almost peed himself laughing when you’d kneed him in the balls for trying to cage you in by your locker before homeroom.

Anyone with eyes knew how hot you were, Gareth had even mentioned it a few times – especially in Physics, the only class you shared with them. You seemed to always have a sarcastic quip or friendly jab at the ready. Good grades, popular, sarcastic, and ready to throw a punch was exactly what he liked about you and exactly what put you so far out his league it was painful.

He emerged from the bleachers with a glance around the gym and tried to find your friends from earlier. One of your fingers trailed down his abdomen, your lips pressing an open mouthed kiss to his neck, and he groaned. Out of his league or not, you had been the one to come onto him. Because she’s drunk, Eddie’s stupidly moral mind reminded him. But what if she is interested? You obviously weren't wound as tight as Wheeler but was clearly not someone who offered without thought. Tequila did have a way of changing people though…

As he dropped you off next to a slumped Harrington, he caught the eye of the skeleton girl from earlier. She shot Eddie a thumbs up and started to make her way to the table.

“Hey,” he squatted down next to you.

“Hey handsome,” you said, giggling again.

Eddie really needed to get a fucking grip. He’d barely spared you much thought before tonight and in fifteen minutes you’d all but carved your name into his skin. What’s worse? He didn’t mind a bit. Shit, he really was a loser.

“I’m gonna go,” he said, “you gotta keep an eye on Harrington, okay? Your friend is on her way over to make sure you’re okay.”

“You don’t want to dance with me?” You asked, wide, beautiful eyes stabbing at his conscience.

“You’re a little too drunk for that right now, okay?” Eddie tugged a lock of your synthetic hair. “I’ll save you a dance at the next party.”

You nodded, trusting him entirely, and wobbled in your seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You squinted.

Eddie huffed a laugh. “Tomorrow is Saturday princess. I’ll see you Monday,” he added quickly when you frowned sadly.

“Don’t forget about me,” you stumbled, hand still clenched around his, “promise?”

“Sweetheart, I’m absolutely positive that this night is branded into my memory for life,” he said, standing and pressing a kiss to your temple. Last one.

“Bye cult leader,” you whispered, laughing at your own joke. Skeleton girl dropped into the seat between them and exhaled.

“Thanks Munson, I owe you one,” she said.

Eddie waved away her gratitude and took one last look at his Princess Peach.

“See ya,” he said, forcing himself to walk away. He’d barely made it to the doors when Jeff all but jumped him.

“Dude, what the hell were you doing with Henderson?” Jeff asked.

Henderson? Aw shit, that was Dustin’s older sister. Eddie groaned; he’d completely forgotten. In his defense, most of his blood was firmly south of the border.  

Jeff blinked at him, waiting for an answer and Eddie…hesitated. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to keep tonight to himself. “Harrington was buying and Henderson followed. They’re drunk and I was just helping her back to her table.”

“Which is why you kissed her?”

“What?” Eddie froze.

Jeff eyed him. “I saw you; you kissed her forehead. I’m amazed she didn’t threaten to cut off your dick. Henderson’s cool but I wouldn’t fuck with her.”

Eddie exhaled, relieved. “Right. Uh, I don’t know. You know me man, I’m crazy.”

“Shit, I didn’t think you were that crazy,” Jeff said, shaking his head. “Respect man.”

“I’ll see you Monday,” Eddie said, “I’m out of here.”

“Later dude!”

Eddie took one last look at your table, where you were being force fed some food before disappearing out the doors. He brought his fingers up to his neck like he could still feel the ghost of your lips as you nipped him. Eddie hopped into his car and finally relaxed into his seat.

What a fucking night.

>> Firsts: Panic Attack, Part 2

A/N: guys, I also am very aware that I messed up the timeline for S3, S4 and when Don't You (Forget About Me) happens so we're just gonna smile and wave like that little mistake isn't there lol in my defense, I didn't think I was going to build a whole series around that one shot! muaha, I fixed it!

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i would loove some more mutually obsessive eddie and reader just them being so disgustingly in love even public they’re just all over each other constantly

A/N: So I decided to do this as a third-person kinda thing because it works awesome and there may or may not be a man in all black watching it all 🦇😍 loved writing this sm, I'm so proud of it tbh 😂

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Mutual obsessive loving, Batsy's a bit of a stalker 💚🖤

Words: 864

In the shadowy streets of Gotham, the gloomy, dark evening sky lets hints of rain patter down below, the neon lights of shop signs and dim streetlights fogged slightly by the atmosphere. Hardly anyone is on the streets at this time, avoiding the groups and gangs of thugs and petty criminals who lurk around the corners. But he's out there; hood up over his cap, black material pulled up over the bottom area of his face. His dark eyes wander the streets tiredly, but observantly, and as the couple crosses a nearby road onto the street opposite his, he can't help but notice you both, watch you.

There's something… odd, to say the least, about you two, though it's covered up almost completely by the way you are together. The man wears a navy coat with the hood down, and he's practically hanging off you as you walk beside him, an arm wrapped around your waist and wide, adoring eyes behind his clear-framed glasses. He looks so hopeful, so giddy, as you chat quietly to him about something, pressed up against his side as you walk. He has a wide smile on his face - the man in black notices this when you walk under a streetlight and catch its sleepy, bright gaze momentarily - and he giggles excitedly at something you say, his free hand gripping yours as he talks back.

Something makes him suddenly pull you into a corner street just to your right, and the darkly clad man slows his pace, blending in with the growing blackness of the evening as he sticks to the wall, making him naturally hard to notice. The man has you in his arms now, talking eagerly to you, and you grin in mutual happiness, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in. The silent observer's eyes flick away from the scene uncomfortably, but can't help looking back as you two break apart from a passionate kiss with matching, lovestruck dazes, whispering to each other and completely ignoring a small group of friends who quickly walk past you and duck into another street to go home. The group glance at them too, and one makes a quiet comment to a friend next to them, but you and he couldn't care less.

And then you're off again, coming out of the sidestreet and lacing your fingers together as you wander back down the street, the man gently nodding to the next road ahead of you and leading you over to the crossing, waiting absentmindedly for the red man to switch to green. The man in black follows and waits a good distance away from you both, at the other end of the crossing, but you and he don't give him the slightest bit of attention anyway, all focus on each other. The man hugs you with a giggle, your voices somewhat clearer now you're closer, nuzzling up to your side and kissing your cheek in a needy attempt for attention. You give it to him immediately, equally needy as you hug him back and play with the ends of his brown locks.

"…didn't have to do that, Eddie," you laugh, resting your head against his shoulder, and he smiles at you with a fond shake of his head, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head.

"Of course I did, angel. He was staring at you for too long, and with that look on his face… you saw it! He was undeserving, and his response to my bringing it out only led to his-"

"I know, I know," you nod with a half-smile. "But, really, I don't care about anyone else. You know I'm yours, forever and always, Eddie."

Eddie practically swoons at the statement, pulling you in for another kiss before the cars stop moving, halted by the traffic lights.

"And I'm yours- ohh, I love you so much, darling!! Can you say that again, please?"

"We're nearly home," you tell him with a smile, "hold on, I think we can cross in a second."

All of a sudden, your eyes fall on the man in darkness, and he looks away instantly, staring at the ground in a blank panic about being seen. The man turns green, signalling you to move, and the man hears you call Eddie softly, prompting him to cross now that you can.

The man slowly looks back up to be met with the deep, scarily observant gaze of 'Eddie,' his expression unreadable as his grip around your waist tightens protectively.

"C'mon, Eddie, let's go home!"

He snaps out of it at your voice, and nods with a loving smile, letting you lead him forwards, but not before looking one last time at the man in black. The odd thing that the man can't shake is the almost crazed look in 'Eddie's' eyes, possessive and dangerous, but his meek and sweet appearance doesn't match up to the glare at all. But as you advance down the street and disappear down another leading to tall blocks of flats, the lingering feeling is all he's left with, as Eddie and you retreat to your apartment happily, never once parting fully as you go.

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I hope you enjoy! It's good that you requested something supernatural because it seems that I'm obsessed with the genre lately. This is werewolf!Eddie and witch!Buck with the added sprinkle of them being teachers on top.

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He loses track of the days.

It’s never happened to him before. Eddie is religious about keeping an eye on the calendar and tracking the moon cycles. Not just for himself, but for Christopher too. But with all of the recent changes in their lives and the amount of work he could never have prepared himself for as a brand new teacher at the academy, Eddie simply didn’t pay attention.

He can feel the irritation simmering beneath his skin from the moment he steps into his classroom, forgoing his usual warm greeting as his first period students come filtering in, split into their usual friend groups. He tries not to let it get to him as he fumbles his way through the lesson he had planned, undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt and stripping off his blazer as the room grows warmer and warmer as the hour goes on.

Eddie can feel the looks he’s getting, his odd behavior becoming more obvious as the day goes on. He barely hits fourth period before it’s starting to feel like more than he can reasonably handle.

“Split off into your groups,” he finally gives up, doing all he can not to stave of the urge to shift that grows stronger and stronger. “Choose one topic from the reading and bring me a one-page report by the end of class.”

He knows that they all must know what is going on. The downside of teaching a room full of high schoolers is that they can all read a calendar as easily as anyone else. Eddie even catches a few of the shifters in the room sending him sympathetic looks. It does nothing to help, but he can find it in himself to be grateful for it.

Just as he’s considering calling over to the middle school building to make sure that Christopher is doing okay, battling the growing need to shift that seems to have joined forces with the worry he always feels for his son, there’s a quiet knock on the door that Eddie propped wide open in hopes of getting some cooler air circulating through the room at some point.

He knows who it is before he even looks up.

Eddie can scent him in the air, recognizing the curious mix of herbs and aftershave with the earthy remnants of magic that always clings to him. Sure enough, he lifts his head with some effort and finds Evan Buckley hovering in the doorway. He feels his hackles rise, bracing himself for more of the antagonism he’s grown used to since his first day.

Of all the people that welcomed him with open arms, the history teacher slash witch was decidedly not among them.

He seemed to react to Eddie’s presence much like the black cat that could always be found lazing somewhere around Buckley’s classroom, sometimes in a sunny patch on the floor and other times across the broad teacher’s desk or curled up beneath a student’s desk.

Yet every time Eddie dares to walk past Buckley’s room, he never fails to hear the hiss that greets him. He’d almost think that the guy trained the damn thing to do it if he hadn’t been taught long ago that familiars have a mind of their own.

Eddie barely suppresses the urge to let out a growl as Buckley steps over the threshold of his classroom and he’s glad for it when he sees just how sheepish he looks amidst a chorus of “Hi, Mr. Buckley” from the class because of course every kid in this school and most of the adults love him. Buckley gives a simple wave just as he shoots Eddie an apologetic look that takes him completely off guard.

“Sorry to disrupt, Mr. Diaz,” he says, clearly doing his best to completely confuse Eddie since he’s never been this polite.

Eddie shakes his head, waving him in because though every bone in his body aches and he feels like the wolf is so dangerously close to overcoming the man, all of that fades in the wake of his curiosity.

“I saw that you didn’t look too well this morning, in the staff room,” Buckley says, coming closer and dropping his voice so that only Eddie can hear.

It’s that exact moment that Eddie sniffs out something familiar and his eyes drop to the mug cupped in his hands that he didn’t notice until this very moment.

“Is that-”

Buckley holds it out, letting Eddie take it with an awkward smile pulling at his lips.

“I walked some over to the nurse’s office at the middle school too, just in case,” he says knowingly, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.

Eddie stares down into the unmistakable cup of wolfsbane tea that is quite literally his saving grace, stunned by the realization that Buckley must have gone out of his way to make it from his own stores not only for Eddie, but for his kid too. Clearing his throat, he lifts his head and nods at his fellow teacher feeling, for the first time, like he may not despise Eddie after all.

“Thank you, Mr. Buckley.”

There’s more that Eddie can say, but he’s not sure he can completely keep it together while he does. Not when Buckley stepped in to take care of Eddie and his kid without so much as batting an eye. He simply nods in return, taking a step back.

“Don’t mention it,” Buckley shrugs off, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he retreats towards the door. “But you, uh... you can call me Buck. If you want.”

His eyes dart to the students that are watching every second of their interaction and his cheeks fill with a delightful pink flush that matches his birthmark so prettily that Eddie can’t help but stare.

“Only if you call me Eddie,” he calls back without thinking.

A smile pulls at Buck’s lips, bright and genuine now, and Eddie thinks that he’d do just about anything to see it again and again.

“Sounds like a deal,” he says, ducking his head shyly as he spins around to walk out only to toss a parting, “Drink it slow, it’s still hot,” over his shoulder.

Eddie does just that, feeling the soothing effect of the perfectly made tea spread through him almost instantly as he sips at it slowly, almost savoring it. When he lifts his eyes and finds a classroom full of teenagers staring back at him knowingly, he narrows his eyes and rolls his shoulders back, daring them to say a word.

“Should I make it two pages?” he asks with a single raised eyebrow.

That’s all it takes for them to get back to work, even if a few snickers reach his ears. Eddie doesn’t even mind, smiling to himself as he lifts the mug to his lips again.

Maybe, just maybe, things might be looking up.

#buddie #buddie fic #my writing #supernatural teachers au #might make this into something more #we'll see

[the-gentler-gamester]

Happy ST4 Anniversary, nerds!

One year on since this moment in the first episode changed the trajectory of my life.

Now. Gather round, children. It's story time.

Let's dial the clock back.

- It's December 2007. I'm sitting alone in a dark cinema. The film I'm about to watch is Sweeney Todd. I. Am. Hyped. Suddenly this young lad appears on the screen. I watch the film and fall in love with it. I watch the credits thinking, "who played Anthony? I gotta remember that name. Kid will surely go places!"

- I do remember the name. And saw it crop up several times over the years. Twilight, The Mortal Instruments. But I was never more than just a casual admirer. I was always pleased to see him though.

- Then came the realisation he was a musician too. (Oh hey look, it's also the one year anniversary of Run On/Devil in Me!) I checked out some of his band's music and wasn't too keen (at the time that is. Low-key obsessed now.) It was little too hard-core for me. Although I did think it was pretty cool when I saw that they'd tour and Glasgow would occasionally be on the list. Alas I never went to any of their shows. (THE REGRET IS SO REAL)

Then... he fell off my radar.

- Stranger Things S4. Up until this point, I enjoyed the show. But never called myself a "fan"! So, I never really kept up to date with filming etc. Anyway. I sit down to watch the new series. Literally right after the title sequence, the name flashes up on my screen. I sit bolt upright.

"Oh... you're back."

You know that way when you see someone's name in the opening credits of something and think "I wonder who they're playing. I gotta keep an eye out" but then you're so swept up in the action, you forget? And before you know it, it's over and you sit there thinking "wait... I didn't see them..." Yeah! I should have clicked right then who he was playing... hindsight huh?

- The series progresses and come episode 5, I FINALLY see the face I've been waiting for. And something changes in me. It's hard to explain. I'm immediately intrigued and by episode 7 I'm ALL IN. This character, man!

- I have quite a few friends who love the show. And we're all collectively losing our minds. For several different reasons. I would have these amazing conversations and while the world falls in love with Eddie, I'm inexorably drawn back into the fold by that same blond-haired, blue eyed boy who has been tucked away in my heart, waiting for the moment when I finally realise he's been there all along.

- My focus has been shifted back to him. I revisit all our previous connections with new eyes (AND ears!) All the while, the friendships I have are being fed constantly. Nerdy conversations are my life. I've never smiled and laughed so much. All of this also allowed me to reconnect with people who had drifted away from me. Not intentionally. But life (and a pandemic) gets in the way. This series opened a gateway to allow so much positivity into my life. More than ever before.

- While deep diving into his past, I discover things that open my eyes further. The realisation that he was sober and clean after battling addictions made my heart hurt. But also instantly made me feel a deep pride in how far he'd come. I would watch videos of him interacting with fans and talking so openly and honestly about his struggles. Both with addiction and his mental health. I respected him so goddamn much for his honesty. And made me more honest about my own struggles.

Despite the darkness though, there is his sunny disposition. A laugh and smile that instantly makes me smile too. And there's the pure kindness and truthfulness he radiates. I was pulled in.

- As odd as it sounds, everything combined gave me an entirely different outlook on life. I was happier than I'd been in such a long time. And then came the convention appearances. Oh boy. What a crazy ride that's been!

- After the initial "I can't afford this!" drama, I got my own shot at him. He was everything I expected and so much more. Even though our literal first interaction was him asking "have we met before?" No babe, we haven't but I've known you far longer than I realised. And our tale is a very long and complex one. Maybe one day, I'll be able to sit with you and share it myself.

Thank you. For everything. I'm so incredibly grateful that you came into my life. I owe you so much. My words, gifts and hugs will never be enough.

TL;DR - Happy S4 Day! And if you didn't know already, I fucking love one James Metcalfe Campbell Bower.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #jamie campbell bower #vecna #henry creel #001 #personal #i can't write poetry or love songs so this will have to do #my history with jamie is a long and strange tale #and this post is just the basics tbh #he's come back into my life for a reason I'm sure of it - i just need to figure out why

[sibylsleaves]

Firefighter AU, people magazine shoot, recreational slut shaming,

You don’t have to post a snippet for all of them! it’s just that I have questions about these 3 specifically and I’m so curious to know what they could possibly be about 😇

🥰❤️

Firefighter AU is my first ever AU and I have written none of it, but the basic set-up is that Eddie isn't a firefighter but Buck is, and Eddie takes Chris to visit the fire station because Chris is obsessed with firefighters. Buck is man behind so he's the one there to show them around. And then they just...keep coming back. Because, you know, Chris is so into firefighters. Not because Eddie's so into one particular firefighter or anything. (Loosely inspired by my nephew who is in fact obsessed with firefighters, and the one time I took him to visit a fire station and met the most beautiful firefighter I have ever seen outside of Fox's 911).

I actually do know the first line:

Buck hates being man behind.

People magazine shoot is what I'm writing right now actually!!! It is inspired by, you might have guessed, the People's Magazine Sexiest Man Alive shoot from several months ago. It is about Eddie being extremely horny about Buck. I shared a snippet earlier today but I actually worked on this all evening so have another snippet:

The words are out before Eddie can catch them and hold them back.

“What?” Buck croaks. He’s staring at Eddie, his expression stunned.

Eddie opens his mouth—to apologize, to backpedal, to pretend it was some kind of awful joke—but something stops him. It’s just—Buck’s expression. There’s something odd about it. He looks shocked, but not horrified. Not even close.

Instead, there’s heat in his eyes. A pink flush across his cheeks, down his neck. A shy tilt to his head.

Eddie’s heart thumps in his ears. 

He knows Buck, inside and out. He’s seen every expression his face can make. He can identify what each one means. He can identify what this one means.

But if he gets this wrong…

Eddie swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. “I said,” he says steadily, “that you look like a slut in those pictures.”

Buck sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes are dark, blue swallowed by black. He straightens up, pushing toward Eddie ever-so-slightly. “You think so?”

Recreational slut-shaming (NOT the real title) is kind of a loose sequel to this one and i shared a snippet of it here and here.

#sibyls wips #wip game #sibyl answers #octobertulip

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HELLO! I'm here with a TWF request! Fully platonic fic, but a fic where a close friend and employee of Jack Walters finds him as Bon and recognizes him after they spent months looking for him when he went missing. Maybe it could be a Angst/Comfort fic as well! - moss

Closure.

The one thing you thought you'll never get.

For several long months you've been searching for Jack, wondering where he could have gone. Of course Rosemary was just as fretful, but she searched the restaurant nonstop in a hopeless struggle until one day...

She went missing, too.

The number of friends and coworkers who've gone missing without a trace left you paranoid that you'll be the next victim.

But to who?

You didn't know, although when you visited the restaurant when it was open..Bon always gave you odd stares. Like he was watching and waiting for you to make one wrong move.

Fortunately he never lunged off the stage or did anything more than stare.

Even so, it was kinda creepy. You couldn't help but felt like there was some....unusual connection between him and Jack. Like anytime you mentioned his name, Bon would turn his head.

You've been afraid to confront him alone until now.

Recently you received word from Felix that a new storage facility--called K-9--had been established in the heart of Saint Juana's forest. A temporary place for the animatronics until he could finish the paperwork for some "Relocate Project".

You thought he'd be more concerned about Jack and everyone else who went missing, but he seemed obsessed with keeping the franchise alive.

Although you were close to giving up hope, you believed this facility was the last clue.

Your last chance at finding Jack.

..........

"K-9..wonder if that pun was intended.." You mused as you arrived at the storage facility.

After watching the training tapes, you got everything you needed, including a set of keys for the main entrance and the rooms within it. Once inside, it took you a while to find the animatronics.

Plus it was so dark and cramped, even with your flashlight guiding you. It made you feel more uneasy by the second.

Still..you took a deep breath and pushed forward, determined to finish your mission.

At some point you finally arrived at one of the rooms mentioned in the tape--a room that hid the animatronics and their spare parts.

Your eyes immediately landed on Bon, who was laying against the wall. The poor rabbit looked like he's seen better days. The fabric casing around his lower arms and legs had been removed, and his teeth had chipped away into sharp points.

In a way they looked like old dentures, which didn't help the creepiness of his overall appearance.

"There's gotta be some light in here.." You grumbled as you shook the flashlight, seeing it was growing dimmer, before deciding to look for a switch.

Though when you finally found one, that's when your flashlight decided to die. "Huh?" With a frown you shook it again, confused.

But you froze when you heard the sounds of mechanical clunking, briefly glancing back at the darkness. "B-Bon..?"

Silence answered you.

'Maybe something fell...just relax, [y/n].' Sighing, you turned on the switch, which illuminated the room only slightly.

But hey, it was better than nothing.

Though you heard heavy breathing noises--which sounded awfully organic--and nervously turned around to see Bon towering over you. You jumped a little as he cackled, clearly taking delight in your fright.

"J-Jeez..you're fast, huh?"

As his clawed hand reached out to you, he hesitated and tilted his eyes, confused at your lack of terror.

Not only that but..something about you seemed familiar..

While he remained still, you seized the opportunity to do something that would most likely be the death of you.

You stepped forward and embraced him.

Yes. You were hugging the tall decrepit rabbit animatronic. Now he was more tense than ever before, wondering what on earth you were doing. "Wh-Wh-What's this now? A hug-g-g?" His voice was choppy and warped, but still held that snarky tone he was known for.

"Yeah, I missed you." You sighed and stepped away, gazing up at him. "And I..really miss Jack. Maybe I was a fool to think he'd be here. But if you ever see him, Bon..tell him I'm sorry about his children, Ed and Molly."

Bon just stared at you. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it seemed your efforts were in vain.

What were you thinking? He probably didn't even know Jack since he was still being built by Susan when he vanished.

"Well, I'll see how your other friends are doing, I guess. See you around, Bon." Forcing a smile, you turned around in disappointment and heartache.

'Damnit, another dead end. Maybe he IS gone and I haven't-'

"Wait..[y/n]..."

With wide eyes, you slowly looked back at him, shocked.

Bon spoke yet again, but his voice sounded...deeper yet softer. It had the same kind of distorted undertones, though you could easily recognize the all-too-familiar voice of-

"Are you..mimicking him, Bon? Because this isn't funny-"

"It's easier to show than explain. I'm sorry.."

You fell silent as he reached up to grip his mask. He seemed to struggle a bit, but he slowly peeled it off and lowered it so you could finally see the man you've been searching for.

Your colleague, boss, and best friend:

Jack Walten, and his rotten decayed face.

His hair was somehow still there, but far more matted and sticking to the bloody wounds on his skin. Through the black tuffs you could make out his teeth--the lips ripped off and forming a permanent smile that mirrored the rabbit's.

The mechanical parts to the animatronic eyes were practically shoved into his empty sockets. As if...Jack was forced to see the world through Bon's eyes.

It was such a nauseating sight, but instead of being terrified all you could wonder was:

Did he do this to himself?

No...he wouldn't have. This couldn't have been an accident or some suicide. The Jack you knew wouldn't have done something like this to himself.

But what sick bastard would shove him into this suit and leave him here to rot?

"J-Jack...who did this to you?" Your voice wavered with anger. "Tell me, please. I wanna know who killed you."

Jack didn't answer. Instead he put the mask back on; it seemed Bon was crying now, his eyes leaking an oily substance as his hands trembled. "E-Ed...Molly...Rose....S-Sophie...Felix...Felix-x..." His voice became more warped and distorted, merged with his creation's.

Loud mechanical grinding from inside him was making him twitch violently as he clutched his snout.

"Jack."

Bon froze and looked down at you, tilting his head.

"I know you want your family back..trust me, I know how much you loved them. You used to show me Ed's and Molly's concepts of the Showstoppers and..you said they'd grow up to be amazing artists." You smiled, wiping the tears from your eyes. "They would've loved them..they would've loved Bon. They basically brought him to life."

His green eyes glowed a bit brighter and he giggled as he crouched down slightly. "E-Eddie and Molly would'a loved me? Of course..wh-who wouldn't love me-e-e-e?"

Now you saw that Bon was back in control; it was clear that he and Jack were at war with each other. Sadly that might be the last you'll probably hear of your friend's voice for a while.

But...it's safe to say that he had been found.

#clanask #the walten files x reader #walten files x reader #twf x reader #twf bon x reader #jack walten x reader #angst