#madaboutmunson requests

[mrsjellymunson]

7 Days of WIP-tember

OKAY so I was having a mini-writing hiatus because I think I broke my brain writing this in such a short time. But it would also be nice to have a tickle at some of my many, many WIPs, and might be even nicer if someone else picks which ones for me, sooooo….

Rules: Post the titles of up to 7 WIPs or ideas that you have. (Even if they’re untitled. E.g. Untitled Ghost!Eddie Fic). Let your friends drop an ask for a specific WIP. And you must write 7 sentences for that requested WIP.

Post what you wrote, or a little check in (e.g 7 sentences complete!), it doesn’t matter. All that matters is you write.

(These are all 🔞 so MDNI; series parts can be found on my masterlist)

1. The Biology Tutor, Lesson 3: Human Reproduction (The Big One™️) PROGRESS HERE!

2. Knock At The Cabin: Part 3 (the finale) PROGRESS HERE!

3. Damsels & Debauchery: The D&D Chronicles, Game 2: Two Player Game (after that dice roll…) 3 ask’s worth of PROGRESS HERE!

4. Look At Me: Part 2 (an unexpected sequel to that Steddie shower ficlet) PROGRESS HERE!

5. Cirque des Morts (early stage series; post-S4, the-gang’s-all-here, circus AU)

6. The Mobility Aide (early stage series; Eddie Munson x disabled!reader) PROGRESS HERE!

7. Untitled water-dwelling-creature!Eddie (my first attempt at a creature fic) PROGRESS HERE!

Thank you for the tag @somnambulic-thing ! 💜 I’m no pressure tagging with the lightest of feathers some fellow writers and my general list in case anyone might like to make a selection ☺️: @the-unforgivenn @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @rebelfell @mediocredreams @bettyfrommars @guiltyasquinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @skrzydlak @comeonatmebruh @jamiecb66 @80s-addict @abellmunsonmovie @definitionwanderlust @sheneedsrocknroll92 @munson-blurbs @wonderlanddreamer @daisy-munson @maedesculpaeusoubi @kurdtbean @mediocredreams @in2tswft @micheledawn1975 @littlebebebunny @12thatsanumber @alastorssimp @the-baby-angel @eddie-is-a-god

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week's writer's spotlight feature is: @rindecision! With forty-two works on Ao3 in the Stranger Things fandom, they've written thirty-one (!) works with the Steddie ship tag!

Nominated by @skjachukson, they recommend the following works by rindecision:

You Know Where to Find Me — Live Aid

Nectar

Give Me Fuel, Give me Fire

From Hell and Back

Rindecision has been a great friend throughout the Steddie holiday exchange, and their writing is just so fantastic. - @skjachukson

Below the cut, @rindecision answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

It started when my partner asked me to. I’ve always loved writing, but I never got into fanfics until they asked me to write a specific type of story that led to the creation of The Devil of Hawkins. From there it was a slippery slope!

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Due to ADHD and the corresponding comprehension issues, I rarely read. Not just fics, but anything really. Although, I do personally enjoy whatever the sneaking around trope is. The characters being intimate in places or situations where they shouldn’t be.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

So far I’ve found that I enjoy FWB to Lovers with Steddie. Most of my fics tend to revolve around that.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I’m currently enjoying ‘I Think I Could Have Been Someone’ by @madaboutmunson

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’m new to fandoms so honestly I don’t really know a lot of tropes by name, but I have a long list of fics I want to write at some point. I have a ‘Through The Ages’ Steddie series in mind that I hope to do at some point. 

What is your writing process like?

Harrowing. It’s honestly pretty complex as I’m using writing fanfics as a means to improve as a writer in general so I can be more confident when I get around to my originals. But the short version is: Rough Draft -> Proof Read 1 -> Beta Proof -> Proof Read 2 -> Grammar Edit -> Text-To-Speech Edit -> Final Beta Proof.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Probably, lol. I try to keep my writing concise and leave little up to the imagination. The partner that requested I write fanfics has aphantasia (lack of imagination) and they read everything I write, so I want them to be able to enjoy it just as much as anyone else. 

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I’m kind of chaotic on this one. It depends on the fic to be honest. So far, I’ve found I prefer posting ongoing fics without a schedule that I just post a chapter on as soon as I’m done editing it, whenever that happens to be. Other than the ‘You Know Where to Find Me’ series, the only fics I’ve posted on a schedule have been event fics and it’s been a bit more stressful than I expected it to be.

Which fic are you most proud of?

That would have to be my ‘You Know Where to Find Me’ series. Particularly the first one: ‘Valentines ‘85’ 

How did you get the idea for You Know Where to Find Me — Live Aid?

I needed something powerful between ‘Independence Day’ and ‘First Day of School’ but couldn’t think of anything that would work. @stardust-walker helped me work out the details. That entry genuinely wouldn’t exist without their help. 

When writing Nectar, what was something you didn’t expect?

Managing to stay under the 20k word limit. 😅 

What inspired Give Me Fuel, Give me Fire?

A Twitter post about mechanic Steve in cut-off shorts.

What was your favorite part to write from From Hell and Back?

That’s a hard one. I don’t think I have a singular part that I liked the most, but I really enjoyed being able to explore the logistics and lore around Eddie being a shapeshifting demon. In and out of Steve’s bedroom.

How do/did you feel writing Give Me Fuel, Give me Fire?

I was surprised by the reception it got, and I can’t wait to get back to writing it as soon as I’m done with the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

What was the most difficult part of writing You Know Where to Find Me — Live Aid?

The time limit. I had 2 weeks to write and edit nearly 30k words. It made me hit burnout HARD, but I got it back pretty quickly.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I think that would have to be the first kiss in The Devil of Hawkins. It was also the first Steddie kiss I ever wrote. 🤍

“You aren’t stopping me, Harrington.” Eddie’s lips barely grazed over Steve’s as he spoke. “I know,” Steve squeaked. The feeling of Steve’s lips plucking his like a guitar pick was more than he could handle. He leaned forward, finalizing the kiss. They both let out a small groan. Eddie placed his other hand on the back of Steve’s neck, holding his head carefully, yet firmly. Eddie pulled away for a moment and looked at Steve; there was a look of longing on his face. An expression that Eddie was hoping for. He faintly smiled before pushing Steve’s lips to his own, plunging his tongue between them. He could feel Steve tense below him before relaxing into it.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

‘You Know Where to Find Me’ will be coming to a close in March, but there will be at least 5 more entries to it. I will also be posting my entry for the STRBB in March. I hope after those are done I can jump back into my ongoings.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I just want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone that’s read my work, and a platonic hug and kiss for those who have gone out of their way to leave comments or reblog them. It means the world to me 🤍🖤

Thank you to our author, @rindecision and our nominator, @skjachukson! See more of @rindecision's work featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer's Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[madaboutmunson]

MADDIE MY BELOVED

Ahh ok so this is kind of weird and hard to explain

Lil fic request for reader recently moving into Forrest Hills Park where she’s at the picnic benches smoking where she makes Wayne and makes small talk. Enter: our beloved Eddie pulling up home blasting his music with his usual goofball antics. Reader is smiling like an idiot which peaks Wayne’s curiosity so he asks her about it. Thinking Wayne’s another person who judges Eddie super harshly she stands up for him, not knowing that’s his uncle lolol. y’know just you’re usual fluff eeeeee ok hope that made sense bye 💕

Hello my sweet angel!!

Here you go especially for you 😘

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You checked your watch. It was almost time. So you picked up your coffee, magazine and smokes and headed to the rickety old picnic table a little walk from your RV.

Forrest Hills couldn't have been a more aptly named place because that is what it was surrounded by, but the main amusement for you was how the name reminded you of Beverley Hills, but this trailer park contained something much more precious than anything you could ever find there.

You put your sunglasses on, stretch out and light up, flicking through your magazine, and occasionally sipping your coffee. Patiently waiting for your favourite time of day.

" 'scuse me, Darlin'. This seat taken?" You hear an unexpected southern drawl, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

You look up to see a greying man, short cropped hair in jeans and a checkered button-down.

"Sure thing, there is plenty of room" you smile up at him, you are a bit wary at first, but something about this guy's energy just makes you feel at ease.

He's come to the table with his own relaxation set up of coffee, cigarettes and a chunky book.

He puts a cigarette to his mouth, and after a few seconds, you recognise the patting himself down dance of 'Crap, I forgot my lighter.'

You push your chunky metal Zippo lighter over to him, "Here, use mine. Don't get pocketing it, mind you!" you laugh.

He gives you a big smile back. "Much Obliged", he nods and lights up, looking over the lighter and then pushing it back towards you.

You sit in the quiet of the warm afternoon together at the same table, but in very different worlds. Both of you are shielded by the sun beating down on you with the parasol overhead.

The only sounds for the longest time are the birds, one of you turning a page of your respective reading material or the end of one of your cigarettes burning on an inhale.

That is until you hear your favourite sound. You'd only known it was your favourite sound for a month now. There is a squeal of brakes, the sound of gravel being munched and crunched by a vehicle's tires, and you hear the faint sounds of heavy metal on the wind.

A small smile creeps across your face as the music gets louder, and you can hear his raspy voice singing along. It was warm enough to have the windows down today. So you can hear him clear as a bell.

As the van pulls into your eye line, the smile on your face breaks its restraints and is replaced by a huge grin that you quickly hide behind your magazine, flipping it upright to hide it.

The van whines to a halt, its driver door pops open, and out he drops. Your brain lets you slow down time.

He might be the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your entire life. His dark wavy hair with a hint of Auburn when the sun caught it, or when the wind caught it better still, it made the waves of his hair dance around his face and shoulders.

The afternoon light gives his face that warm glow, shadowing his features just right, picking out his bone structure and highlighting his big brown eyes that blink doe-like at the light.

You must have been holding your breath as the next one you take is a deep sigh of one. Almost like you didn't want to alert him to your presence and scare him off.

He races up the stairs into his trailer and almost leaps in it, making you giggle, and that's usually the end of the show, but not today, it seems.

His head darts back out the door, and he quickly looks from side to side like a meerkat. Then, finally, he rushes down the steps and stands in his front yard a bit. One hand on his handcuff belt buckle, the other shielding his eyes as he looks around.

He seems to shrug and head back inside. The music starts up in the trailer, where it left off in the van.

"Reading the funnies, are ya?" The man asks with a small smile.

"Huh? I mean, sorry. No, not the funnies," you say, jolted out of your daydreaming.

"No?" He says, taking a sip of his coffee, "Well, I don't know much else that could make a smile that big from simply reading a magazine."

A slam of a trailer door turns your head again. The metalhead re-emerges from the trailer, switching his usual long-sleeved outfit to be dressed in a vest and bandana. In his tattooed arms are cradled way too many containers for him to carry, and in his fingertips, a bucket sloshing around with a sponge inches from taking a dive right out of it with every wobbly step he takes.

"Hmmm, maybe it's not just the magazine, huh?" The man at the table grasps your attention again.

He offers you a cigarette from his pack, your instinct is to take one of your own, but you don't have that many left, so you gratefully accept, "Thank you" You smile back at him and light it, passing your lighter back over.

He twists the lighter around in his fingers, "So ya new around here?" He pushes the lighter back and taps it. "Forgive my curiosity. It's not often I hear a different accent round these parts these days, and 'o course your lighter."

"I guess I've been here close to a month now, well on and off" You smile knowingly to yourself, take off your sunglasses and trace your fingers over your home state flag embossed in it.

You had a grand idea of touring as much of the country as you could over the summer, stopping at trailer parks for a few nights, maybe even a week here or there, but something kept pulling you back once you landed here. Well, someone.

One time you even made it out of the state for a week, but you elected to come back, but would take a few day trips around Indiana at least so you could say you'd seen the sights of somewhere, but there was only one sight you wanted to see really.

"Looking to stay much longer?" He asks, taking a sip of his drink

"Maybe. It depends on what happens, I guess?" You take a quick look at the young man bent over the engine of the van standing up straight to wipe the sweat from his brow, only to leave a colossal grease smear.

Your new smoking buddy looks first at you and then over at the young man currently raining down curse words at something on the van he just trapped his finger in.

He looks back at you and raises an eyebrow, "That guy?" He says, a little surprised, "Heard he's a bit of menace."

"A menace, how?" You say, completely dumbfounded. Sure, he was a little loud when he drove in, but so were most people. Just they were listening to pop or country," I found him to be very sweet the time I met him", you add a little defensively.

You remember the night you pulled into the park, it was just one thing going wrong after the other with the RV, and once you thought you'd finally got everything under control, you tried to hook it up to the mains and couldn't for the life of you work out why it wasn't working.

Under cover of darkness, you had let yourself yell out a small scream of frustration and sat on the ground in defeat. Hugging your knees up to your chest and burying your head behind them. You should have left earlier!

"Hey, you ok?" You heard a male-sounding voice say, and nearly jumping out of your skin grabbed the nearest wrench and pointed it at where the sound was coming from.

Your body was ready to engage in fight or flight mode, but it wasn't prepared for the handsome guy that met your eyes. You stood your ground, and your fearful eyes met his kind ones.

He looked you over, and his expression became sprinkled with pity. He took two steps back and raised his hands in submission.

" I'm Eddie. I live just over there" he turned his head and pointed the fingers of one of his raised hands to his right, "I was just having a smoke on the roof, I heard a noise, and when I looked, I saw you sitting on the floor. So I thought I'd come over and check on you. You know, once I'd assessed you weren't actually something terrifying in the night," he laughed, "I am definitely not one for running head first into danger, but trailer park stuff, I can usually help with" he turned on that mega gigawatt smile, and you felt yourself relax a little.

"Sorry, I er, I'm a bit jumpy, and you know it's dark and I'm by myself", you instantly regretted advertising to this guy. You were, in fact, alone. "I mean…I'm by myself now. I'm sure my friend will be back any minute."

Still with his hands held up by his shoulders, he pointed at the electrical hook-up, "Uh huh, sure. Want me to take a look Before your friend gets back? They can be a bit of a pain in the ass, to be honest, but we get so many power outages around here that I'm an expert at fixing them. Would that be cool with you?"

You nodded, "Yeah, that would be cool", still gripping the wrench in your hand.

"Alright, so. You still look pretty terrified… so how about this. You move away a little, and then I'll move forward, and I'll fix it for ya. How about that?" He smiled at you with hopeful eyes that twinkled in the darkness. You just melted and let down your guard. In hindsight a pretty stupid thing to have done but lucky for you, he had been a nice guy.

You lowered your weapon-holding arm to your side and stepped back a little. That's when his smile changed a little, the corners of his eyes creased, and the dimples appeared in his cheeks, "Well, alright then, let's take a look, shall we?"

Eddie spent the next five or so minutes just checking over a few things, and eventually, everything whirred into life.

"Ta-Da!" He said, looking pleased, "All done."

"Thank you so much, Eddie. I was having a real nightmare," you had said and reached into your pocket for ten dollars and stepped towards him, "Here, thank you for your help", you smiled at him thankfully. His eyes looked over your face for a moment as he played with his rings and returned a coy smile.

"You're ok. I…um…yeah, I don't need the money. It's enough to see that frown turn upside down, honestly." He rocked back on his heels with his hands at the small of his back, which pushed open his jacket to accentuate his lithe waist

His change in stance had lit something in you and almost made you feel like a schoolgirl again. You instinctively looked at the ground and tucked your hair behind your ear before looking at him again. "Are you sure? I mean, it's the least I can do," you checked again with him. He was here too, right, and you looked him over. He didn't look the wealthiest, but then who were you to judge?

"I am," he said with a sigh "very sure", his hands still at his back. He moved a few steps away from you again before turning back, "How about this, though, you tell me your name?" He played with a stray wave of hair by his mouth as he looked at you in anticipation.

"It's Y/N," you said much more eagerly than would be deemed cool.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise at your rapid answer and paced around in a little circle before theatrically bowing at you, "An unexpected pleasure to meet your acquaintance Y/N. Maybe I'll see you around?" and with that, your hero had walked back into the night.

"Sweet, huh?" The guy at the bench with you scoffs. "Some round here say he worships the devil, maybe even the leader of a cult," he says, taking another sip of his coffee and looking back over at Eddie.

Eddie, who had completed the van's apparent inner makeover and was now washing her down, had made himself a beard and hat from the foam, pretending to cast spells by wiggling his fingers and blasting water from the hose.

You follow his eye line back over at Eddie having unadulterated fun on his own.

"Are we talking about the same person? The one washing his van right now? They think that guy is a satanic cult leader?" You say, almost laughing into your coffee. Sure he was charming, but evil? Surely not.

"Yep, they're definitely talking about Eddie. Something 'bout the way he dresses or his music." He replies.

You take out your cigarettes and offer one back to him, "You know, I'm pretty sure they said similar things about Elvis, The Beatles and The Stones. Now everyone loves them"

The greying man smiles broadly at you, and there is something oddly familiar about his amusement as he accepts your offer of a smoke saying, "You'd liken him to musical greats like that?"

"I'm just pointing out that people are fickle and sometimes say things that have no foundation in the facts, just for some gossip." You pause for a minute, remembering you had heard his guitar scream out across the trailer park on a few occasions, but sometimes you'd also listened to his gentle acoustic guitar plucking on the summer breeze at night, "Maybe he could be great himself, who knows? He seems talented enough. All I'm saying is I can't see all that evil business myself. The only thing remotely biblical I could liken him to is a good Samaritan."

The man chuckles, "Oh, they strongly doubt that. Callin' him a loser, good for nothin', never amount to anything, punk-" he starts reeling off some unkind names about this angel, and you just lose it.

"Now, sir, I have been polite and endured your company, but I can't sit here and listen to you slander Eddie's name for one more second. You're not even giving him a chance to try!! Calling his fate before he's even had a shot at rolling his dice!" You stand up and start gathering your things, "Shame on you for spreading lies. He hasn't been anything but a gentleman to me, and I have never seen him doing any evil to anyone. Not when he is carrying back someone's laundry for them. Not when he's putting out little shelters with blankets and food around the park for the strays when it's gonna rain. Not when he's playing with little kids when they've been turfed out of their trailer" Your standing with your things in one hand, the other wagging your finger at the man sitting at the bench, your voice getting louder with each sentence, "People in glass houses shouldn't be throwing so many rocks around its-"

"Hey! What's going on here?" You hear a confused voice enter the conversation and turn to face it. It's Eddie, his face looking worried, and his eyes move between you and the older man.

"I think they was just leaving." The man on the bench says, smiling over at you, which makes you even angrier.

"You'd do well not to speak to me again or spreading vicious gossip like that around. Someone could get hurt, " your eyes instinctively flit towards Eddie. "Someone who doesn't deserve it"

"Now, hold on a second!" Eddie says to you, a little annoyance in his tone, "Don't talk to him that way, alright?"

You look confused at Eddie and then at the man leaning forward on the bench, smoke in hand, positively beaming at you, almost laughing. Your blood is boiling.

"You want me to not talk to this guy like that after he's been tarnishing your name since he sat down here?" You shake your head at Eddie and search his eyes for reason, "I don't know you too well, sir, but I know you aren't bad like he says you are." You finish gently. Looking into his eyes douses all the fieriness in you, but your heart still pounds fiercely in your chest, but not in anger.

"Now, I never once said I thought those things. I was just telling you what I heard," the man at the bench interrupts and snatches your attention, but before you can retort, you see Eddie sit down next to him on the bench with a slight smile on his face.

Eddie grabs a smoke from the man's cigarette packet and searches for a lighter. You instinctively hand him yours. He nods his thanks and lights it.

Your eyes dance between the two, who appear to be smiling at one another now.

"Now, what were you doing out here spreading all those lies to this lady, old timer?" Eddie asks the man accusingly.

"Well, I seen her out here near on 'ery day doing the same thing. Brings her stuff out, doesn't say nothing to nobody, waiting for something" you feel your stomach drop and embarrassment floods your system, "an then she goes away again. I seen 'er looking at all sortsa interesting things, and thought I'd have a talk is all' ' a small relief washes over you as he hasn't fully exposed that you had been looking at Eddie.

They exchange smiles again, and you reach for your lighter in a hurry to get out of there. Bewildered as to why Eddie would be smiling at someone who had just been dragging him through the dirt.

He looks up at you through his hair with a gentle smile as you reach over the table, and you're caught frozen in his stare, "This guy", he starts with a small laugh, "Is my Uncle Wayne. I'm afraid you've fallen victim to his mischief today."

"Wait…what??" You exclaim as you hear Wayne's deep laugh erupt.

"Hooo, wow, I got you good, huh? I am at least half sorry, Darlin'. I just wanted to see what you were about, on account of your behaviour, but ain't never heard a stranger defend you so fiercely," Wayne laughs, looking from Eddie to you.

"Defended me, huh?" Eddie's eyes move from Wayne to you, and they sparkle just like that first night as he props his chin on his fist, looking up at you with a broad, adoring smile. Making your heart rate pick up speed again.

"Well, kinda, a little," you say, putting your hand to your hip and changing the subject to escape Eddie's gaze "in that case, I am half sorry I shouted at you like that. I thought you were being mean." You say to Wayne.

"Well, consider me told," Wayne smiles up at you.

You look at the two of them, who are both looking back at you now. Wayne with a happy smile. Eddie's head propped up, staring up at you, toying with a strand of his hair absentmindedly, blinking softly.

"Ok, well, it was nice to meet you both, at least." You say with a smile and wave goodbye, "Until next time."

You see Wayne elbow Eddie in the ribs.

"Ow, geez!" Eddie says, rubbing his side. Then there is some kind of silent communication between them for a bit.

You turn and walk away.

"No-no-no, wait, wait, y/n !" You hear Eddie's voice call after you and a chain jangling.

You turn back to see him in front of you with his hands in his pockets, "So as an apology, we were-, I mean, I was thinking maybe we could have dinner all together tonight?" He says enthusiastically but quickly descends into awkwardness as he rubs the back of his neck, saying, "well, you know, If you aren't busy, that is?"

"I'm not busy," you say softly, and his eyes light up.

As his smile reads pleased on his face, he looks at the ground, pushes his hands into his back pockets, and starts to step backwards towards the table.

"Ok…good…yeah," he says, looking between you and the ground, "So um, say maybe s-" he says as he falls backwards over a rock onto the floor.

You drop your stuff and rush over to see if he's ok. He's currently lying on the floor, running his hands down his face blushing with embarrassment. You extend a hand down to him, smiling kindly, "You know it's not every day someone gets to see someone literally fall for them" you laugh as you help him to his feet.

Your eyes meet with big smiles on both your faces, and you stay there maybe for a few seconds before you say, "So you were saying"

This time he doesn't take his eyes from your face at all, "Well, before I was rudely interrupted by the earth, I was just suggesting maybe you could come round for seven?"

"Yeah, seven sounds great", you agree and receive a squeeze to your hand, which is the first alert that you hadn't let go of his hand since you had helped him up. Now it's your turn to feel a little embarrassed, and you release his hand.

"Seven it is, then" he beams at you and then walks back to his Uncle Wayne, who is waiting for him. Wayne sends you a smile and waves goodbye as his nephew catches up with him, and he promptly grabs him in a headlock as they walk away.

[mrsjellymunson]

It’s me! Madaboutmunson humbly requesting for the WIP Game 🥁 🥁

Untitled water-dwelling-creature!Eddie please!

Well thank you darling! Here’s a little snippet 😃 (It’s actually 8 sentences, but who’s counting, right? 😉)

Notebook… pens… specimen bags… watertight tubes… lab coat… surgical gloves… hip waders…

You mentally check off everything you might need for your foray to retrieve something interesting from the inaccessible, overgrown lagoon adjacent to the far side of Lover’s Lake. You’d deliberately chosen this location as the setting for your final Aquatic Biology project, relishing the challenge to produce something that no one had ever seen before. Fuck Jason and his Elodea farm, and you weren’t propagating Artemis salina for anyone (even if they are super cute, you’d outgrown your Sea Monkey phase when you were eight).

None of your other classmates would go near this particular location, claiming the mysterious, hidden stretch of water was haunted, or cursed, or contained dangerous, freaky creatures that dragged humans below the water’s surface, never to return. Or, if they did, they were different - groggy, with no memory, like they’d been drugged somehow.

But your rational, scientific brain didn’t didn’t give credence to such speculative, superstitious nonsense. For every phenomena, there’s a rational, logical explanation, right?

FYI @somnambulic-thing and @80s-addict this is both of your faults… 👀😏😆

[madaboutmunson]

i’m a sucker for dad eddie munson if we can have some 🥺

Hi there!!

First of all, thank you so much for being my first ask, and picking an Eddie I've never written before 🤩 I hope you enjoy it 💚💚

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"You didn't get a replacement? Well, yes, I know that, sweetheart…You know I would never want to miss out, but now I've kinda got my hands full with Ozzy here," Eddie says as gently as he can into the phone, precariously balanced between his cheek and shoulder.

Whilst simultaneously shushing and making big goofy faces at the toddler in his arms, that's slowly emerging from its most recent meltdown because he wasn't allowed to eat a CD.

"I know, honey, I know you're the one working all day today." Eddie sighs in defeat but can't help but smile as he looks into the big brown eyes of the babbling babe, "You know what, sugar, me and Ozzy here, we're gonna make it work. So don't worry about it, ok? Ok, babe…yep, I love you too…see you later."

He switches the baby to one arm, puts the phone down in the cradle, checks his watch, and turns to Ozzy.

"Ok, buddy, we've got like forty minutes to look handsome as all hell, get you fed and all sleepy, pick up Joanie's favourite hair tie that she needs; otherwise, the world will collapse, and she won't play at her recital, and then get over to the school for said performance."

He puts Ozzy in his walker and, with a vast false smile, says, "And all of this would have been so much simpler if the babysitter hadn't decided to sneak her boyfriend over last time and got herself fired."

Eddie runs, grabs his electric razor, and starts shaving in the mirror.

Ozzy babbles. Eddie replies, "I know…I know I completely lost my shit with her, but I was paying her to watch you and Joanie, and she wasn't"

Ozzy blows a few raspberries and giggles.

Eddie pokes his head around at Ozzy, "I will not apologise. No way, man."

Another raspberry from Ozzy.

"I said no way!!" Eddie giggles in the mirror as he splashes on some cologne and gets half dressed in his suit. Leaving his shirt, tie and blazer on the hanger.

He rushes back into Ozzy and picks him up from his walker, "Ok, now for you, little guy". Eddie sets about making sure Ozzy has a fresh diaper, a comfy onesie that looks like a tuxedo, and brushes his ever-so-soft hair out of his face with the tiny baby brush. Save for the solitary ringlet at the front of his head, Eddie twirls it gently around his finger and lets it spring back into place.

Eddie marvels at his son, "Lady-killer" he winks at Ozzy, who blows another raspberry with bubbles in response, "Ok, Ok, or you know any gender you like, geez. Tough crowd here tonight."

Eddie grabs the bottle from the warmer, which slips from his hand, but he expertly catches it on his shiny patent shoe and flicks it back up in the air for an effortless catch.

"Your old man's still got it!" He winks and sticks out his tongue at his son, earning him a fit of giggles.

He cradles his son to his chest and feeds him his bottle whilst walking around looking for the other items he needs. The change bag, the infamous hair tie, a set of ear defenders, and a random scoop of snacks from the cupboard.

Ozzy is placed back in his walker whilst Eddie packs the car, not forgetting the stroller this time, as Ozzy was much heavier than last year, and he was sure his arms couldn't take it.

Once triple-checking everything, Eddie finally gets fully dressed and transfers Ozzy from the walker to the car seat.

Once both are safely buckled in, Eddie pauses for a moment and looks in the rearview mirror at Ozzy, "Hey, man! It's just you and me. We can listen to whatever we want!!"

Eddie rustles under the passenger chair, retrieves a box, opens the window and blows the dust off the tape container.

"Slayer? Megadeath? Black Sabbath?" Eddie asks as he offers the tape collection to Ozzy, whose tiny chubby finger lands on Iron Maiden.

Eddie looks impressed at his son, "Ok…ok, I could go for that" as soon as the music starts up, He starts up the car and takes a quick look back at his son, whose bottom lip is stuck out, shaking. His soft brow smushed as he put his hands to his ears.

Eddie melts and rolls his eyes, "Alright, champ, no need to get upset" Eddie ejects the tape and puts in the nursery rhyme tape, his son's face lights up, and he can't repress the huge dimpled grin on his own face.

As a compromise, the nursery rhymes stay on, but Eddie ad libs some sung guitar solos and high-pitched metal singing occasionally over the top of it.

He pulls the station wagon into the parking lot and sets about reconstructing the stroller. He places an almost sleeping Ozzy into it silently and gently before cautiously adorning him with a set of little ear defenders and speed walks his way to the auditorium.

A blur of neon races towards his leg at an almighty speed, causing him to exhale an 'Oof' at the impact.

"Daddy!!! Did you bring it? Did you? Huh? Have you got it?"

"Of course I did, Angel" he pulls out the hair tie with the two googly-eyed cats on. "Want me to do it for you?"

Joanie nods enthusiastically, and Eddie replaces the frog hair tie for the cats ensuring her ponytail is perfectly central with no bumps, just the way she liked it.

"You can have the frog hair tie for your hair" she looks up at him blinking and offering it up to him.

Eddie touches his long hair and rolls his eyes, "Sorry honey, Daddy forgot to tie his hair up for this fancy recital" He kneels down, and Joanie ties his voluminous curly dark hair into a low ponytail.

"Thank you, m'lady" Eddie gives her a toothy grin and bows to his daughter, whose laughter fills his heart so much he's confident it might explode one of these days.

He gives her an all-encompassing hug and three squeezes for luck, just as she liked. Then, as they move out of the hug, he holds her by her shoulders and looks in her eyes. "Now you get out there, kid, and tear the roof off this stuffy old place. We're gonna be right here, Ozzy and me, cheering you on, ok? You've got this!"

Joanie mirrors Eddie's dimpled smile, "Ok. I will. I promise!" She smiles as she runs off towards the stage.

An hour or so later, Ozzy is still sound asleep in the ever-rocking stroller, by way of Eddie's foot, keeping in time to whatever is playing. He almost falls asleep a few times himself, but then he hears Joanie's name over the microphone and snaps out of an almost slumber to his feet, applauding and whooping loudly.

Someone behind him tuts and mumbles something. He whips around and intensely stares at them, pointing firmly at the stage, "That right there is my little girl, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna be seated just because there was no fucking standing room."

He narrows his eyes at them, pinching his fingers together on one ringed hand whilst the other remains on his belted hip.

"I have had quite the day of it, and I would sincerely appreciate it if you kept your thoughts and opinions to your stuck-up selves, and let me show my kid, how much I love being here to watch her play. Al-fucking-right?!" He leans forward into them as they recoil in their seats.

Eddie smiles and claps his hands, "Then we have an accord. Great!"

He turns around to watch Joanie play Ode to Joy on her violin. A huge grin encompasses the lower half of his face, and his eyes fill with proud tears. That's my little angel, killing it on stage.

Whenever she looks up from her music, he's sure to be ready with a wave or throws the horns up at her, and she returns a shy smile before returning to the piece.

When she takes her final bow, Eddie whoops, cheers and roars like he was a one-man crowd. This whole time his other leg hasn't once stopped gently rocking the stroller containing a softly slumbering Ozzy in his ear defenders.

He sits back down in his seat and waits for the end of the show before rushing to collect the apple of his eye.

He puts her violin in the bottom of the stroller and hoists her up onto his shoulders, and she holds on tight whilst Eddie pushes the stroller out of the auditorium.

Once all buckled in the car, he turns to Joanie and, in hushed tones, says, "I'm sorry I have to whisper this, honey, but it's just because your brother is sleeping. You annihilated that piece tonight, my angel. Absolutely rocked that place!!" He takes her little hand and plants a kiss on the back of it.

[madaboutmunson]

Hey everyone, I’m opening my box for Eddie Munson requests!

Send me any prompts or scenarios you’d like for me to write

I’ll write:

Fluff

Angst

SFW/Mild spice

Hurt/comfort

I do not write:

Smut

(I don't have any issues with it, it's just not something I'm comfortable writing)

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Some examples of things you can choose, but not limited to:

Choose your fighter:

Mechanic!Eddie

Vampire!Eddie

Dad!Eddie

Childhood Best friend!Eddie

Record Store!Eddie

Tropes:

Close proximity

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

Fake dating

Prompts

“Are you even listening to me?” “Sorry I was busy falling in love with you”

“They look like a couple” “they’re not??”

“yeah, okay, so what if i dreamt about kissing you? don’t we all do that to our best friends? …no? what do you mean no?”

“just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don’t mind. that’s cool.”

“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.”

" you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn't me. "

“why are you really here? to mock me? to... make me hate you more?” “no. none of that. i came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”

[madaboutmunson]

I posted 2,497 times in 2022

That's 2,497 more posts than 2021!

245 posts created (10%)

2,252 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@portaltothevoid

@steveshairychest

@hellfirehaley

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I tagged 388 of my posts in 2022

#eddie munson - 336 posts

#stranger things - 294 posts

#eddiemunson - 290 posts

#eddie stranger things - 252 posts

#eddie the freak munson - 207 posts

#stranger things fanfiction - 121 posts

#fanfiction - 113 posts

#eddie munson fanfic - 108 posts

#eddie x reader - 80 posts

#eddie munson fluff - 74 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#tiny eyebrow flash of i like what i'm seeing so completely distracted shortly before his expression changes to wth is going on on this day

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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163 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

Welcome to Madaboutmunson :)

As the name of this blog implies on May 27th I (and millions of others) fell in love with a fluffy haired, metalhead named Eddie Munson. So this is a little section of the internet I can come to and share my obsession with other people who also are obsessed

He is the first character I've ever met that inspired me to write fanfiction, and I love him for that because it pushed me to join this wonderful community and "meet" people I could never be without now (you know who you are you beauts!)

I'm still new to writing and love hearing from anyone who reads my stories. So totally happy to receive asks and/or feedback.

A bit about me...

I'm so old, like I could be one of The Endless.

I'm bad a Tumblr, but I am trying my best here.

I'm from the UK.

My Eddie Munson Fanfics

Requests

Requests are open see here for info

Dad!Eddie Munson - Where there is no babysitter and Eddie has to juggle a toddler and get to his daughter's recital

EddieMunsonxReader - A case of mistaken Wayne-entity. Where reader moves to the trailer park, falls for Eddie but thinks Wayne is just another townie judging Eddie harshly

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Series/Multichapter

Creep (12 parts)

Pairing: Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: You meet Eddie Munson under the trying circumstances of high school, an event you can't fully recall, and the fallout of being the only one who can piece things back together.

Warnings: Violence, death, fluff, amnesia, implied sexual intimacy, bullying, angst

Author Notes: First ever fanfic I've written (feedback welcome)

Thanks to everyone who read, liked reblogged and let me know how the story made them feel.

I am beyond thrilled that even 1 other person read and enjoyed this. What a wonderful community, thank you 💚💚

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Fire (17 Parts)

A story about falling in love against the odds, in the weird world of Hawkins.

This is mostly a fun, fluff type story, even your parents like Eddie, but there are some instances of threat and gore towards the end.

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The Eddie Munson Tape Dates (with Sunbeam and Moonbeam universe from Fire)

In the fanfic Fire (above) Eddie has a box of tapes and each one is a date he's planned out for you. I decided to write a few up. In the end all of them. The first of which is directly from Fire

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180 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#3

Ok so I love the Steddie HC which have Eddie reading to Steve I think it's the cutest.

I'd like to add that whilst Tolkien is first because Steve has to learn what Mordor is, I'd like some nights for it to be a choose your own adventure book.

- Eddie reads the set up and let's Steve make the decision generally (just like his DM role in Hellfire)

- Eddie always keeps a finger in the previous part page in case Steve makes a 'wrong turn'

- If Eddie ever complains about Steve's decision making. Steve snatches up the book and hits him with "Well alright Mr Smartypants, you decide" (Eddie loves this and can't hide his grin)

- Steve very much gets into being the book heroes (regardless of gender/personality)

- They exhaust the adventure books that Eddie has, so sometimes Eddie makes up a Story adventure for Steve on the fly

- Steve buys Eddie a huge set of these books for his birthday/christmas

- Eddie writes a hand bound one for Steve, where the main character is Eddie and he's rescuing Steve, because Eddie couldn't bare the thought of writing anything bad happening to Steve if he made a bad choice.

213 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

Look I am not a d&d expert I've only been playing for a few years, but hear me out, I have to say I disagree with Steve being a Paladin.

Yeah he absolutely cares ferociously about his party, and will protect/defend them like the super single mom he is but to me that guy is a Barbarian.

he is first in, meat shield, and just because you are big and tough (even though he doesn't win all his fights doesn't mean he's not tough) doesn't mean you can't also be loving and kind.

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218 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Look, everytime I see these GIFs my brain does two things:

*INTERNALLY SCREAMING* WHERE IS YOU HAND STEVEN???!!!

*tiny boop sound* little hip bump

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346 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

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