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STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]
You thought you were going to live your life Happily Ever After with your boyfriend Robbie Munson until you caught him cheating on you . Now that the Fairytale is over it's time to try to pick up the pieces and start over.
You decide to drop off some of your ex-boyfriend's things at his Father, Eddie Munson's house. Eddie, who had become your friend over the years comforts you, and while you are in his arms you realize maybe it was HIM you wanted all along....
I’ve got you Sweetheart- Part one🌶️
Sticky Sweet- Part Two🌶️
Clearing the Air- Part Three🌶️
Hawkins High Reunion-Part 1-🌶️
Hawkins Hight Reunion Part 2-🌶️
Excuse me Sir- Part 6🌶️
Parental Warnings- Part 7
Nothing Else Matters- Part 8🌶️
Welcome Home - Part 9🌶️
New Routines- Part 10🌶️
Maybe it’s destiny Sweetheart- Part 11
Family Time- Part 12,🌶️
One Night Only- Part 13🌶️
Just for Us- Part 14
To have and to hold Part one
To have and to hold Part two🌶️
Bonus Blurb- 80’s Mixtapes 🌶️
In Sickness and in Health
Making Plans
Bachelorette Party🌶️ -Part One
Bachelorette Party 🌶️-Part 2
The Big Day-The Rehearsal🌶️
The Big Day-The Ceremony
The Big Day-The Reception 🌶️
The Big Day-The Honeymoon 🌶️
Prologue: In the Beginning
Part one- Connection
Part two- Meeting Mr.Munson
Part three- Betrayal 🌶️
LMM ASKS:
Who's your Daddy?🌶️
Squeaky Clean,🌶️
Gonna Make You Sweat🌶️
Magic Hands🌶️
Happy birthday Baby🌶️
Dreaming of the future thinking of the past🌶️
Permanently Yours 🌶️
Inspiration Boards:
One Night Only
To Have And to Hold
The Bachelorette Party
The Big Day
Happy Birthday Baby
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all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
description: a soft and sweet eddie fic about crying too easily, feeling things too deeply, and finally being loved gently because of it instead of despite it.
pairing: eddie x gf!reader (fem!reader)
tags: eddie x you, no y/n, fluff, hurt/comfort, "sensitive" reader, emotional reassurance king, soft relationship dynamics, overapologizing, subtle angst, happy ending
TW: angst, anxious/insecure themes, mention of evil ex
WC: 2.2k
A/N: requested by @beansboop i hope you enjoy! just some gentle hurt/comfort to get this week started:) reblogs are always apprecited <33
also, thank you thank you THANK YOU for all of the love on Wishbone! part 2 shall be out soon;)) love ya!!
The first time your ex called you exhausting, he did it in front of his friends, as if it were a joke.
You had been sitting in the Hawkins High parking lot after one of his basketball games, knees tucked to your chest in the passenger seat while he smoked a cigarette out the window.
You don’t even remember what upset you anymore. Something small, probably. Maybe he forgot your plans. Maybe he snapped at you after a bad game. Maybe one of his friends made a comment that stung more than it should have.
Whatever it was, your eyes had gotten glossy, your voice quiet in that humiliating way it always did when you were trying not to cry. And he laughed. Like, actually laughed.
“God damn,” he muttered, leaning back against the driver’s seat. “You are so sensitive.”
His friends snickered from outside the car, where they stood passing around beers.
You remember shrinking instantly. “I’m not trying to start anything,” you said quickly, immediately trying to fix it. “Forget it.”
“No, because every little thing turns into this whole emotional production with you.” He shook his head with this incredulous smile, as if you were impossible to understand. “It’s exhausting.”
That word lodged itself somewhere awful inside your chest. “Exhausting.” “Too emotional.” “Too sensitive.” “Too much.” “Grow up.”
After that, you started noticing how often people acted inconvenienced by your feelings. Your friends sighing when you got quiet after being teased too hard.
Being called dramatic when something genuinely hurt your feelings. Getting told to “lighten up” when jokes crossed lines nobody else seemed to notice.
Eventually, you adapted. You learned how to swallow hurt before anybody could see it. You learned how to laugh when people embarrassed you. You learned how to cry silently.
And worst of all, you learned how to apologize for having feelings before anyone even asked you to. By the time you broke up with your ex and started dating Eddie, you had perfected pretending things didn’t bother you, which was difficult because Eddie noticed everything.
It starts small.
You’re sitting with him and the Hellfire boys in the cafeteria one afternoon, tucked quietly against Eddie’s side while he argues dramatically with Dustin over some campaign detail. You mostly just listen, occasionally smiling when Eddie gets especially animated.
Then Gareth says something. Nothing cruel, technically, just teasing. “You always this quiet,” he asks you with a grin, “or is Munson holding you hostage?”
The table laughs. You smile automatically because that’s what you’re supposed to do, but Eddie feels it.
The tiny way your body pulls inward. The way your fingers stop moving against your lunch tray. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. And then, almost like instinct, you make yourself smaller.
“He's not,” you say softly before anyone can even react. “I’m just tired.” You say it like an apology.
Eddie’s eyes flick to you immediately. He doesn’t say anything then. Doesn’t embarrass you by making it a bigger deal.
He just throws an arm over the back of your chair and smoothly changes the subject, loud enough to redirect everyone’s attention somewhere else.
But later, when he’s driving you home with one hand lazily resting on your thigh, he asks quietly:
“People give you shit for being quiet a lot?”
You stare out the window. “Not really.”
“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”
That almost makes you smile. “It’s not a big deal,” you mumble.
Eddie glances at you briefly before looking back at the road. “Didn’t say it was.”
A few weeks into dating Eddie, everyone starts noticing the same thing: He’s obsessed with you.
Not in a casual high school boyfriend way, either. No, Eddie hovers.
Always touching you somehow. Hand on your knee under the table. Fingers hooked through your belt loops.
Pulling you into his lap at movie nights like it’s instinct instead of thought. Looking at you constantly, no matter the circumstance. And honestly, it confuses people a little. Because you’re quiet.
Sweet, yeah. Pretty in that soft sort of way that sneaks up on people. But shy enough that most people at Hawkins High never really knew what to do with you. You spent more time listening than talking, smiling politely while louder personalities swallowed entire rooms whole.
One Friday night, you’re all crammed into Steve's living room for movie night. Robin’s upside down in the armchair, Dustin and Mike are fighting over snacks on the floor, and Nancy’s trying to get everyone to shut up long enough to actually start the movie while Steve complains dramatically about people getting grease on his couch.
You’re tucked into Eddie’s side on the floor, knees pulled close to your chest while his arm hangs lazily around your shoulders; it’s nice.
Until Robin snorts at something you say. It isn’t even intentionally mean, either.
“You apologize a lot, you know that?” she says casually, reaching for popcorn. “Like… a weird amount.”
Heat crawls up your neck instantly. “Oh,” you laugh softly. “Sorry.”
Robin bursts out laughing. “See? You literally just did it again.”
Steve groans. “Jesus, now I'm noticing it too.”
“It’s like a reflex,” Robin says, still giggling. “Like one of those little dogs that shakes all the time.”
Everyone laughs lightly. Not cruelly or maliciously, but your stomach drops anyway. Because suddenly every apology you’ve said all night feels humiliating. Every sentence is replaying in your head too loudly.
Your ex’s voice echoes automatically. Exhausting.
You shrink without realizing it, curling a little tighter into yourself. And immediately, Eddie notices. His laughter dies first, eyes flicking down toward you, brows pulling together slightly.
You feel him squeeze your shoulder gently. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Every instinct you have screams at you to fix it before you make things awkward, so you smile.
“Yeah,” you say softly. “I’m okay.” Eddie watches you for another second, like he can see the exact moment you tucked the hurt away.
The room moves on quickly after that. Robin starts arguing with Steve about the movie choice, Dustin throws popcorn at Mike, and the conversation shifts naturally.
But Eddie stays quieter, his thumb rubbing absent little circles against your shoulder for the rest of the movie. And later, when everyone’s distracted in the kitchen, digging through Steve’s fridge for drinks, Eddie catches your wrist gently before you can follow after them.
“Hey.”
You glance up. “Hm?”
“You sure you’re alright?”
Your stomach twists instantly because he’s asking genuinely. “I’m fine,” you insist softly.
Eddie tilts his head slightly. “Robin hurt your feelings.” It isn’t a question.
You immediately shake your head too fast. “No, she didn’t mean anything by it.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
You blink at him. And there’s no accusation on his face, just this quiet patience that makes something uncomfortable tighten in your chest. Because most people don’t notice when your feelings are hurt. Or they do notice, and act like it’s ridiculous.
But Eddie notices and treats it like it matters. Even now, he keeps his voice gentle. “Did it upset you?”
You stare down at your hands. “No, it’s fine, really. Promise.”
He steps closer then, hands settling carefully on your hips. “You know what I think?” he says quietly.
“What?”
“I think you spend a lotta time trying to convince people you don’t have feelings.”
Your throat tightens. Because he says it like he already knows the answer, like he’s been watching you fold yourself smaller and smaller since the day he met you.
The fight starts over nothing, which somehow makes it worse. Eddie had canceled plans. Not even completely, just pushed them back a couple of hours.
He was supposed to come over after Hellfire, but the campaign ran long, and then Gareth’s car broke down, and suddenly it’s nearly ten o’clock and Eddie’s climbing through your bedroom window apologizing breathlessly while you sit curled up on your bed pretending you hadn’t been waiting by the window for over an hour.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says immediately. “Everything got fucked up.”
And logically, you understand that, you do. But disappointment had already settled heavily in your chest hours ago, and once feelings land there, they stay.
You shrug lightly instead. “It’s okay.”
Eddie pauses halfway through taking off his jacket. That tone.
“You sure?”
“Mhm.”
He studies you carefully for a second. “You’re upset.”
“No, I’m not.”
Lie. A painfully obvious one, at that.
Eddie sighs softly, moving closer. “Baby.”
“It’s seriously fine.”
Except now your voice has that awful tightness in it, the one you get when you’re trying too hard to sound normal.
Eddie notices immediately. “Hey,” he says gently. “Talk to me.”
You stare hard at your comforter instead. Because you want to. You want to tell him your feelings were hurt.
That you missed him. That you spent the last hour convincing yourself not to cry over something stupid. But experience has taught you what happens when you do that.
People get irritated. People think you’re dramatic. People get tired.
So instead, you swallow it, again. “It doesn’t matter,” you mumble.
Eddie’s brows knit together. “Clearly it does.”
You shake your head quickly. “No, seriously, it’s fine.”
His expression shifts slightly at that. “What?”
“It’s fine,” you repeat quietly. “I shouldn’t care so much, anyway.”
Something flashes across his face then. Not anger exactly, something more towards frustration. But not at you, at whatever invisible thing keeps making you do this.
“Can you stop doing that?” he says suddenly.
You blink. “Doing what?”
“This.” He gestures vaguely between you. “Agreeing with me immediately so we don’t actually talk about anything.”
Your stomach twists instantly. “I’m not—”
“Yes, you are.” Eddie runs a hand through his curls roughly now, pacing once beside your bed. “Every time something bothers you, you act like you’re not allowed to feel it.”
You shrink a little automatically. “I just don’t wanna start problems.”
“That’s not starting problems!” His voice rises without meaning to, causing you to flinch instantly.
His face falls a little, but now you’re already spiraling internally, heartbeat climbing too fast.
“It’s fine,” you say quickly, nodding before he can continue. “It’s really nothing! I’m just being dramatic and—”
“Jesus Christ.” The words snap out sharper than he intends, and you go silent immediately.
Your eyes gloss over instantly, but you’re still trying so hard to keep yourself together that it almost hurts him to watch.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
Eddie stares at you in disbelief. “Why are you apologizing?”
You shrug helplessly, arms wrapping around your stomach now.
“I just do! I get it, I do it too much.”
The sentence comes out so small and so, so practiced. Like something you’ve been told too many times.
Eddie feels sick. “Sweetheart…”
“It’s okay,” you rush out before he can continue. “Seriously, I know I get upset over dumb stuff, and I’ve been trying really hard not to—”
“Hey.” His voice softens immediately. “No. Stop.”
But now that you’ve started, it all comes pouring out. “My ex used to say I made everything into a huge emotional thing,” you admit shakily, eyes fixed on the floor. “And my friends always acted annoyed when I got upset, so I’ve really been trying not to be like that anymore—”
Your voice cracks. “I know it’s probably exhausting.”
“Baby,” he says quietly, horrified. “Who the fuck convinced you that having feelings makes you exhausting?”
You wipe angrily at your face before tears can fall, embarrassed now.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
And you do. Every eye roll. Every sigh. Every laugh. Every “it’s not that serious.”
Eddie kneels in front of you then, hands settling carefully on your knees. “You listen to me right now,” he says softly but firmly. “Feeling things deeply does not make you too much.”
Your lip wobbles immediately.
“It doesn’t make you dramatic. It doesn’t make you childish. And it sure as hell doesn’t make you hard to love.”
The first tear slips down your cheek, and Eddie wipes it away instantly with his thumb.
“I got frustrated because I want you to tell me when something hurts,” he admits quietly. “Not because I think your feelings are annoying.”
And there’s no irritation on his face anymore. Just concern, guilt, and this overwhelming softness like he’s terrified you think he sees you the way other people did.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” he murmurs. “I never want you thinking you gotta earn the right to feel things around me.”
That completely undoes you. A sob catches in your throat before you can stop it, and Eddie immediately moves, pulling you into him so fast you barely process it.
“C’mere,” he whispers, wrapping both arms tightly around you.
You hide your face in his shoulder while you cry, mortified, but Eddie just holds you closer. “No more pretending you’re okay when you’re not,” he says quietly into your hair. “Not with me.”
Your fingers curl weakly into the back of his shirt. “I’m trying,” you whisper tearfully.
“I know.” He presses a kiss against your temple. “And you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
dividers by @strangergraphics
hope you all enjoyed a little sweetness:) until the next one xoxo<3
I think what makes The Lost Boys such a classic and bizarre movie is it's like, four movies at once.
Michael and Star are in some kind of 80s teenage angst coming of age drama where the angsty teenager goes out to find himself but finds trouble in a gang of no good bikers who tempt him with alcohol and drugs and fast cars but-- oops, the twist is they happen to be vampires. And that's like, already odd enough.
Sam and the Frog Brothers are in a movie i call Help My Brother's A Vampire? (The question mark is part of the title.) It's probably tv movie, probably on Nickelodeon, and its a comedy about kids fighting a mean vampire who they think turned their brother as hilarity ensues. Of course , this is a kids movie, so the brother isn't a vampire hes just ...idk in a play or something, and everyone hugs and promises to be a better family in the end. It's definitely a Cult Classic among 80s and 90s kids, you see it every Halloween.
(actually, the Frog Brothers THINK they're in a third movie called Rambo Meets Dracula, but they are not. It's one of the things that made Help My Brother's A Vampire? so bizarre.)
Lucy's in a third movie. She's in a slice of life, Lifetime movie about a mother ending an abusive marriage and starting a new life with her two weird, but well meaning sons, as she finds a second chance at love, finds herself and navigates the rocky shores of motherhood.
Grandpa is in some kind of Andy Griffith esque sitcom about eccentric people in a small California town, holding to their old fashioned ways while the modern world creeps in, like it or not. The Widow Johnson is probably the main charecter, he's a recurring guest spot, the eccentric taxidermy man from next door who the audience applauds for every time he walks in an episode.
And as these four movies drift further away from a movie you expect to see a vampire in, vampires appear in all of them. Not necessarily the vampire that would make sense in those movies, either, this weird biker gang that want to be in their own movie SO BAD but they're in THIS movie. So by the end the four movies have collided and all the movies are wrecked and there's just VAMPIRES places there shouldn't be, Grandpa delivers the final line, and you can almost hear the I Love Lucy laugh track kick in.
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
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