I Don’t Know What Those Stains Are…

Call me Kittie || I’m Eddie Munson’s wife and you can’t convince me otherwise Legit teen in the actual 80s = definitely NOT a minor F, bi/omni, ♿️, chronically spoon-deficient (iykyk) || 18+ content so minors DNI

[mrsjellymunson]

Hello! 👋

Hi, hello, I’m Kittie and I’m obsessed with Stranger Things. In my head I’m married to Eddie Munson. I write for Eddie Munson and Steddie, plus Corroded Coffin and very occasionally Joseph Quinn. I'm percolating ideas for other characters too, including Scott Clarke and the girls. I’m very friendly so please feel free to message or ‘ask’ 😊 and come be feral in my inbox about our favourite blorbos. If you enjoy what I write please let me know! I have general and series taglists, if you’d like to be on any just drop me a comment, ask or message 😊💗

My pronouns, etc.: She/her/they, cis F, bi/omni

More about me: I still feel relatively new to all this and I'm old IRL so I feel simultaneously like a matriarch and a baby, and I've not been writing for long so if I get things wrong please be kind. I have diverse interests and experiences including science (especially biology), dance, sci-fi/fantasy, true crime, glitter, anatomy, cats and pink. I have chronic illnesses of various flavours and recently discovered I'm ADD, and I'm totally down for chatting and supporting others going through similar things. I am a safe blog and do not tolerate hate, bigotry or discrimination, and I hope to keep my reader inserts as neutral as possible (feel free to call me out if I could do better).

🔞 Important: I post and share mature and dark content; DO NOT interact with my blog if you’re under 18 🔞 If you want to follow me please put something in your bio like your age/age range, or respond to my request for confirmation.

Asks: OPEN || Inbox: ALWAYS OPEN || WIPs: GROANING AT THE SEAMS 🫣 || Long fic requests: CURRENTLY CLOSED

Fiction Masterlists:

Eddie Munson

Steddie

Corroded Coffin

Joseph Quinn

Story Synopses/ WIP Graveyard

Stranger Things Bears

Non-ST writings:

If You Go Down To The Woods Today Freaky happenings in a forest featuring OC/RPG characters

Fic recs:

This section is a work in progress, but here are some to start you off:

Writers and artists whose work stays with me always

Authors and fics

Eddie fluff recs

Some of my fave authors

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I welcome transformative works based off of my fan works! This could be art, edited images, translations, podfics, anything really! You don’t need to ask permission, but you’re absolutely more than welcome to go feral in my inbox about ideas. I do ask that you please tag tf out of me in WIPs and finished projects so I can see 😺 (And if you’re a minor I’d ask you to contact me first so we can discuss what content, if any, is appropriate). A note for fanbinders specifically: Please only share non-editable typeset files (such as PDFs) with other fans. It’s okay to send typeset files to a service for printing.

And in case it needs to be said, I DO NOT give permission for any of my works to be copied, edited, shared elsewhere (without asking first), otherwise plagiarised, or fed into any AI plagiarism machines

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[kassy-djomunson]

just let out the biggest sigh ever

[ars-de-elysium]

Quick warm-up sketch of Bat Eddie riding in Steve’s pocket. Steve can’t understand a word he says, but he just lets him squeak anyways.

[yangeles-deactivated20260421]

"am i being too much" are you aware i'd unzip my skin and make room for you in there

[a-strange-inkling]

[novacorpsrecruit]

Something’s wrong with Eddie.

He’s been replaced or brainwashed or SOMETHING.

Jeff can’t put his finger on it, but something’s wrong with him.

He’s never the first one to arrive for band practice, let alone early. But here he was in the garage tuning his guitar.

Jeff is watching from across the room. He’s punctual. He’s been playing his music at a lower volume. He hasn’t killed anyone’s character out of spite in at least a month. And Mike actually deserved it last week.

Jeff even heard him make comments about the cubs/cardinals game to Wayne in passing.

And there’s something wrong with Eddie’s hair.

It’s not frizzy like it normally is. It looked … soft. Defined. Conditioned —

“You’re sleeping with Steve Harrington!” Jeff snapped, pointing accusingly to Eddie.

Eddie’s face dropped.

His eyes darted between their friends — when did the other guys get here?

For a moment Jeff felt bad blurting it out, catching the fear in Eddie’s eyes. But just like everything else Eddie has faced, he’s replaced the fear with confidence.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed angrily at Jeff. “So what if I am?”

Jeff shrugged, plucking at his strings. “Good for you, man. Just hit me, that’s all.”

That made Eddie physically stumble. Like he wasn’t expecting that. “What?”

“You’ve been different,” Jeff said. “Not in a bad way. Good actually. Just — made me realize it.”

The garage was silent. As if everyone was afraid to make a move.

“Is there — is there gonna be a problem?” Eddie asked, all bravo drained from his voice.

“Nope,” Jeff said. “Like that we’re not waiting on you. Bring him by sometime.”

Eddie stood still, still trying to process everything.

“How did — how did you know?”

Jeff pointed to his own curls. “Your hair. Looks nice. Figured Steve washed it, huh?”

Eddie blushed, pulling a strand over his face. There was a mumbled of a ‘yeah.’

Gareth scoffed. Eddie’s glare quickly went to him. Gareth threw his hands up defensively. “No, it’s just that if anyone can take that mane of yours, it’s Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington.”

Eddie let out a laugh. “Whatever. Just play, bozos.”

Yeah, something’s different about Eddie.

He’s happier than he’s been in years. And Steve Harrington is to thank for that.

Who’d’ve thought.

[mrsjellymunson]

Try It, You Might Like It

For @corrodedcoffinfest Third Annual Fest Prompt Day 2: Crop Top | Format: Moodboard + Blurb | (Word Count: 190) | Rating: T | CW: None | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Corroded Coffin wingmen, getting together

Eddie and Steve have been skirting around each other for months, neither of them having the mettle to make a move, and the CC boys have had enough. Gareth tries to encourage Steve to come and watch them play at The Hideout, but he brushes him off with sardonic comments about how he'd prefer to keep his eardrums and sanity intact, thank you very much. Jeff attempts to kindle Eddie’s withered school spirit by bigging up how much fun pep rallies and games can actually be, with Eddie knocking him back every time with biting remarks about tiny balls and how he doesn't understand how doing anything involving laundry baskets can possibly be considered a talent. Finally, Beast succeeds where all others have failed by nonchalantly mentioning a subtle tidbit to both of them - if they do actually go do The Thing, there's a significant possibility that they'll get to see the other in a crop top. And whaddaya know, two weeks, a gig and a sportsball game later, they're dating, inseparable, and always in the front row as each other's biggest fans. Both sporting crop tops, of course...

Eddie/Heath Ledger edit by @sofiiel, everyone say thank you 🙏🥵

Steddie masterlist | Eddie Munson masterlist | Corroded Coffin masterlist

A/N: I'd love to know what you think of this, moodboards are a new thing for me and I'm basically winging it at this point 🤪

Adding my taglist, ILY ❤️ @jamdoughnutmagician @guiltyasquinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn @skrzydlak @comeonatmebruh @jamiecb66 @80s-addict @abellmunsonmovie @definitionwanderlust @sheneedsrocknroll92 @munson-blurbs @wonderlanddreamer @daisy-munson @maedesculpaeusoubi @kurdtbean @swiftievibez @micheledawn1975 @littlebebebunny @12thatsanumber @alastorssimp @the-baby-angel @wolfqueenxxx @losingmygrasponreality @richter-raccoon @1deverland @3rd-conchord @bellalillyrose @steve-loves-eddie @justalotoffanfiction @gracieheartspedro @kellsck @eddiesecstasy @chronicles-of-koystee @cheesesandwichsanto @eddiessweethrt @emxxblog @slutforpumpkins @mama-likes72 @thatsonezesty13 @steddiefication @ali-r3n @spacecadet-dot-net @r-a-t-p-a-t-t-o-o-t-i-e @gregre369 @dmv49

[mrsjellymunson]

Afternoon reblog with taglist part 2 😘😘😘 @allsteddie @blondiecat73@doomdabss @hideoutside @itmekelpy

[scoops-aboy86]

Eddie’s out at a gay bar, sees the most gorgeous man he’s ever clapped eyes on nursing a half finished beer at an otherwise unoccupied table, and can’t resist offering to buy him a drink. The man looks at him with droopy hazel eyes, and he seems… Well, he seems sad. But he smiles, and accepts, despite being so far out of Eddie’s league it’s ridiculous.

His name is Steve, newish in town and recently single. He catches Eddie noticing the tan line from a ring that’s no longer on his finger and adds, “I was married. I’m… not anymore.” (Eddie guesses it must have been a rough divorce.)

Steve is bisexual, he also mentions hastily with a faint blush that tells Eddie the attraction might actually mutual.

They chat for a few hours, comparing their early lives growing up in small towns (Steve in Indiana, Eddie in Colorado) and their current jobs (Steve works in an office doing something the only explains as “really, really dull,” Eddie in a local community center organizing afterschool activities for local kids and DMing for a couple different youth DnD groups) and music tastes (neither of them are huge fans of what’s playing in the bar). After a while, Steve admits that he’s in a rut.

“You looking to change that, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, and part of him wants to jump up and down and punch the air at how smooth that came out holy shit. Because Steve smiles shyly back (it’s like the fucking sun coming out a from behind a cloud) and says that yeah, he’d like that.

Fast forward to next morning. Eddie wakes up drooling on a perfectly hairy chest and a pounding in his head that doesn’t actually hurt, it’s just loud. Knocking, he realizes eventually, and reluctantly hauls himself out of bed. Whoever it is at this unholy hour of… uh, 10am, can just deal with the fact that he’s answering the door in his boxers, covered in hickies and scratch marks, and with bedhead so wild it makes him look several inches taller than he actually is.

Only to be informed by the woman at his door that she knows Steve is here because she tracked his phone to this location. “Oh! Not like that,” she adds hastily when Eddie’s eyes go wide. “No, I’m not, like, a jealous girlfriend or anything, that’d be weird, he’s like my sister. I mean—well, it’s hard to explain. But, anyway, look, I know he’s been having a rough time since his wife died, and I’m glad he found someone to, um, keep company with, he’s way too fucking picky if you ask me—It’s just, I really can’t afford the time off to keep babysitting right now, so if he could be, like, alive by the time school gets out, that’d be good…?”

And oh god, Eddie is trying to absorb all that. Steve is a widower? Jesus H. Christ, at some point last night Eddie had moaned that whoever his ex was obviously hadn’t known what a good, perfect, wonderous thing they were giving up. Steve is picky, but picked him? Oh, that’s giving him butterflies. Steve has a kid? Well, Eddie is good with kids…

Suddenly there’s a groan behind him and Steve shuffles up to wrap an arm around Eddie’s torso in a loose but affectionate hug. “Thanks a lot, Robin,” Steve complains, his voice still rough from sleep, “I hadn’t told him about the twins yet.”

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[mrsjellymunson]

OMG I love thisssssssss

"part of him wants to jump up and down and punch the air at how smooth that came out holy shit" = Peak. Eddie. I can just imagine him ruining the moment by actually doing that because (he's such a dork and) he just can't hold it in 😂

And the way it e s c a L A T E D ?? Holy fuck, what a ride, total genius, would read one billion words of this ✋😇🤚

[mrsjellymunson]

Try It, You Might Like It

For @corrodedcoffinfest Third Annual Fest Prompt Day 2: Crop Top | Format: Moodboard + Blurb | (Word Count: 190) | Rating: T | CW: None | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Corroded Coffin wingmen, getting together

Eddie and Steve have been skirting around each other for months, neither of them having the mettle to make a move, and the CC boys have had enough. Gareth tries to encourage Steve to come and watch them play at The Hideout, but he brushes him off with sardonic comments about how he'd prefer to keep his eardrums and sanity intact, thank you very much. Jeff attempts to kindle Eddie’s withered school spirit by bigging up how much fun pep rallies and games can actually be, with Eddie knocking him back every time with biting remarks about tiny balls and how he doesn't understand how doing anything involving laundry baskets can possibly be considered a talent. Finally, Beast succeeds where all others have failed by nonchalantly mentioning a subtle tidbit to both of them - if they do actually go do The Thing, there's a significant possibility that they'll get to see the other in a crop top. And whaddaya know, two weeks, a gig and a sportsball game later, they're dating, inseparable, and always in the front row as each other's biggest fans. Both sporting crop tops, of course...

Eddie/Heath Ledger edit by @sofiiel, everyone say thank you 🙏🥵

Steddie masterlist | Eddie Munson masterlist | Corroded Coffin masterlist

A/N: I'd love to know what you think of this, moodboards are a new thing for me and I'm basically winging it at this point 🤪

Adding my taglist, ILY ❤️ @jamdoughnutmagician @guiltyasquinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn @skrzydlak @comeonatmebruh @jamiecb66 @80s-addict @abellmunsonmovie @definitionwanderlust @sheneedsrocknroll92 @munson-blurbs @wonderlanddreamer @daisy-munson @maedesculpaeusoubi @kurdtbean @swiftievibez @micheledawn1975 @littlebebebunny @12thatsanumber @alastorssimp @the-baby-angel @wolfqueenxxx @losingmygrasponreality @richter-raccoon @1deverland @3rd-conchord @bellalillyrose @steve-loves-eddie @justalotoffanfiction @gracieheartspedro @kellsck @eddiesecstasy @chronicles-of-koystee @cheesesandwichsanto @eddiessweethrt @emxxblog @slutforpumpkins @mama-likes72 @thatsonezesty13 @steddiefication @ali-r3n @spacecadet-dot-net @r-a-t-p-a-t-t-o-o-t-i-e @gregre369 @dmv49

[decemberwinter]

I aspire to be able to write this good btw

[jamdoughnutmagician]

I should be writing the next part of Love Is Where You Find It, but I could not stop thinking about just the tip with Stevie <3333 so here have this little blurb

He's just cuddling with you so innocently, he's trying to be a good boy and do right by you because he had rushed many relationships before, girls he'd walk out his door and never see again. But he didn't want that to be you. You weren't just another notch in his bedpost, no, you were special to him and maybe this was old fashioned of him, Steve kind of wanted your first time together to be special too.

But then, there you are, curled around his sturdy body dressed in nothing but one of his old high school t-shirts, your hands inching underneath his worn thin shirt, your fingertips grazing over the tapering trail of dark hairs disappearing down past his waistband. Your eyes looking at him, so expectedly, so pleading.

And he's so fucking hard about it, of course he is. His dick is twitching with anticipation, chubbing up to press a thick outline in his grey sweatpants.

“Steve…please…” You murmur your whine against his skin as your press little hot open mouth kisses in the crook of his neck. 

His resolve to deny you what you truly want is hanging on by a thread.

“Stevie….” you coo so sweetly. “I wanna feel you…please..I just want you…”

Fuck. There it was, that little nickname you only pulled out when you wanted something. That little nickname that drove him absolutely crazy. He wanted to be good, he really did, you made it so fucking hard.

Your delicate, but purposeful touches, your nails raking red marks on his stomach had him shuddering, he could only take so much.

“Okay Honey, but just the tip yeah?” he tells you, laying bruising kisses of his own on the column of your throat. Little claiming marks blooming into tattoos of his affections on your warm skin.

And before he even knew what he was doing, Steve was  hovering above you, pushing his sweatpants down around his thighs, crudely spitting in his palm to slick up his cock before gliding his length through your folds. Your perky nipples popping up from underneath your shirt to rub against the soft hairs on his chest, and something about the simplicity of that has Steve's mind spinning. 

“I’m just giving you the tip, okay, baby? I don’t want to hurt you”

He angles his hips to slowly enter you, rocking his hips in shallow little thrusts as your welcoming heat envelops the pre-cum slick head of his cock.

It takes everything within Steve to not just give into you, and fuck every throbbing inch of him into you like he really wants to. Your thighs are hooked around his hips like you can't bear one second without him inside you.

The thing is, Steve’s big. He knows he's big. And this isn't some macho, egotistical thing, he's just knows how much he'll have to ease you in to take him fully, and right now, all he can do it keep as steady pace as his hip shift in controlled thrusts as he sinks his tip into your wet and awaiting cunt.

But you’re begging him so nicely, the shining bubble of tears gracing your lashes all because of how desperately you need to feel the full stretch of him inside you. Begging because you know Steve’s practically a pushover when it comes to you, keen to give you anything you want, if only you flutter your eyelashes at him in just the right way. 

and he almost gives in to you. Almost. But then he flashes you that devastatingly charming smile from underneath that fringe of luscious hair, and gives you a line that makes your stomach drop.

“I know you want it bad, honey, I know you do, but if you’re good for me now, I promise I’ll make it worth your while next time.”

@foggyavocados @penguinsandpringleheads @rebelfell @mrsjellymunson @sidereustales @29bohemianmoons @thecreelhouse

[theseventhcrow55]

i get so emotional every time i think about fanfic culture. it's just so beautiful that people are writing and anonymously posting these thousand-word stories about characters we all love and not even getting any money or public fame from it. it's literally just for the love of the game.

shout out to everyone who participates in fanfic culture, be it reading or writing fanfics. you are contributing to such a lovely thing <3

[sheneedsrocknroll92]

Happy 4 years of the best scene in the history of ever! 🤘🏼❤️

I still get chills everytime I watch this masterpiece.

[24x81]

the reason why AI has become so prevalent in the fanfic community, i think, is because of the shift of fanfic and fandom from a collaborative based community to a commodity based community. it's gone from a desire to make connections and create art with people in general and in specificity to having the biggest and best and most popular work and having everyone's eyes on it. it's stopped being about the process of the art and more about the end result. and that's just the state of the internet in general when algorithm based economy is prioritized and that's the only way people know how to measure their place within an internet space anymore.

and the lack of wanting to actually sit with a piece of art you are making and being uncomfortable with it, mad at it, doubtful of it, mess around with style and syntax and plot and narration and dialogue, make an absolute mess of it, back off from it, come back to it, seek out answers from friends or other writers or other art or the world in general creates a landscape of reliance on generative AI to hurtle everyone over the difficult aspects of making art right into the end product so it can be waved around for validation and accolades. there's no desire for the act of discovery in the process of making, the spontaneous aligning of thoughts, the moment when something becomes concise and clear in your mind, when it all falls into place. the arduous relief of doing away with something that isn't benefiting the art anymore. the electrifying sense of pride when it just fucking finally works and the words flow and you get into the state of pure, uninhibited creativity. and i don't know how to solve that because there was always people who loved the idea of being a writer but didn't want to actually write and now they have a tailor-made "tool" that allows them to do this and then they get to turn around and think, "well that wasn't that hard". and that is infuriating.

[rebelfell]

Barbeddheimer took over a little bit…stand by…

“Hey, Eddie…you think we could talk?”

Eddie’s head shot up at the sound of Barb’s voice, heart swelling seeing her standing in the doorway to the drama room. She was early, catching him right in the midst of setting up the map, on his knees and digging around in his bag.

Not surprising, considering how he was mentally bowing and scraping for even a scrap of her attention at any given moment of the day.

“Of course!” he said, clumsily scrambling to his feet, his voice coming out a lot smoother than his movements. “Anything for you, gorgeous. What sort of boon does my fair mage crave?”

“It’s about that, actually,” Barb answered.

She hugged the notebook in front of her chest a little tighter, looking down to hide the small smile creeping across her lips. Lips that Eddie, as per usual, was having trouble keeping his eyes off.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“The whole…I don’t know…the flirty stuff. I was wondering if maybe you could cool it a bit?”

Oh, wow. So this is what it felt like for your heart to fall out of your ass. Eddie had to lean on the edge of the table, staring down at nothing in particular as wave after wave of guilt hit.

He curled his fingers under the edge, digging his nails in the particle board. What was he thinking? How could he have done this? Screwed up so colossally with the only one who mattered?

“Shit, Barb, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I mean, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” she assured him quickly, giving a little shake of her head and chuckling in spite of herself, “I actually, um…I kind of like it.”

Eddie felt a lot of things at once. Relief, first and foremost, followed by a rush of confusion.

“Oh,” he said. “So then…what’s the problem?”

“Well, I just,” she sighed, her eyes rolling behind the frames of her glasses. Not in annoyance, just like she’s trapped in thought. “I guess I like it too much? And I know you don’t really mean it—”

“Sorry, wait—don’t mean what, exactly?”

“You know, just that you…”

Barb tugged her bottom lip back with her teeth, and it took every bit of Eddie’s severely limited self-control to keep his mind out of the gutter.

“That you…like me, or whatever. I’m sure you do this with everyone, but I don’t get attention like that, really ever, and I’m not used to it and—”

Okay, that’s it. Eddie pushes himself off the table and starts to wave both his hands back and forth, the chains on his zippered sleeves and the cuff bracelets on his wrists clacking together.

“Hold on, hold the fuck on one minute...”

Eddie pinched his eyes closed, his brain running through thoughts at a speed that made him dizzy. He knew he’d been maybe a bit too forward, but he couldn’t help it. She was so smart, so wildly, incredibly fucking smart, it was more like a superpower than mere intelligence.

In spite of himself, Eddie sort of loved seeing her week after week outwit and outmaneuver all his traps and pitfalls. She always saw them coming even when the rest of the party were none the wiser. And she’d gotten them out of endless scrapes and jams by thinking her way out.

It absolutely infuriated Eddie, for sure, but only about half as much as it turned him on.

“So, wait…you think I’m just messing around?”

“No, not messing with me,” Barb answered him carefully, “but if you’re trying to make me feel welcome, or part of the club or something, I wanted you to know you don’t need to.”

Eddie’s head fell back on his shoulders, staring up at the stage lights hanging overhead like he might find some kind of answer hiding in the rafters.

As it was, he was gonna have to go off the cuff.

“Barb, I hate to break this to you,” he chuckled, “but I don’t act nearly this dumb with anyone— let alone everyone. This is…all for you.”

Barb blinked back at him curiously, lips pursed in confusion and her brow wrinkled like when she came to an equation that tested her verve.

“What do you…”

Before she could finish asking, Eddie closed the distance in between them with three long strides. Her breath stuttered as he took the notebook out of her hands, revealing the Hellfire emblem that was plastered across her chest. He flipped it to the first blank page and scribbled something down with the pen from behind his ear.

He then handed the notebook to her, letting the tips of his fingers brush with her trembling ones as she took it back and tucked it in her arms.

“Let me know?” he asked, tipping his head at her and holding out the pen he’d just used.

It was one of hers. She loaned it to him one of the first times they had studied together, and it had not left his person since. Not until now.

She took it from him, that little wrinkle in her brow not budging as she opened up her notebook and started flipping through the pages until she found his scrawl among her neatly printed words.

[mrsjellymunson]

EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK

🧡🖤🥹

How dare you keep this from me.... (like it's not entirely my own fault 😂)

[steddiemicrofic]

🎉HAPPY 3 YEARS OF MICROFIC!🎉

(hiiiiii wynnyfryd here i cannot believe my baby is THREE 🥹🥹😭😭 thank you thank you thank you to everyone who still participates and to mick and lex for being such hot and effective and consistent mods, i love you and this community so much let’s kiss let’s fucking kiss!!!)

For July, we're celebrating 3 years of the Steddie Microfic Challenge!

Because it's such a big milestone, we're shaking things up a bit. Instead of one word and word count for the month, we will be doing 4 words and 4 word counts throughout the month!

July 1-8: | three, 333 words | three years since the incident, three pointer, threesome, three more minutes

July 9-16: | years, 444 words | years later, through the years, haven't seen someone in years

July 17-24: | micro, 555 words | microfiche, microbiology, micro--*ahem*

July 25-31: | steady, 666 words | steady beat, steady hands, steady income

As a reminder, the word count for the prompt should be exact according to wordcounter.net. Make sure to copy and paste it there first before tagging us! We will comment with '🥧' when the word count has been confirmed and the post has been added to our queue.

All posts are due at 11:59 PM EDT on the day before the last day of that prompt's week (for example, all posts for the prompt 'three' should be submitted by 11:59 PM EDT on July 7th). Please don't submit for a prompt early! Part of the fun with this month's challenge is keeping the prompt posts separate each week.

We hope you had a great June and we're excited to see everyone participating in our special celebration this month! - Lex, Mick, and Wynn 🎉

[mrsjellymunson]

OMG CONGRATTTTTSSS!!!

🥂🥳

And 4 promts?? You are really spoiling usss!

I guess this must mean it's my 3 year publishing anniversary too, as the first thing I ever shared on here was for the first microfic challenge 😍

[ghostengarden]

Don’t be mean to her butch :(

[mrsjellymunson]

🐶

An answer for @rebelfell from this post about WIPs that'll probably never get written who asked: 'Feelings denial, meet-cutes, fluffy & smutty times? What more could I ask for???? 🐶' (your ask initially disappeared when I tried to save a draft so I did it as a new post 🤷‍♀️)

From London With Love (working title)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!London-born reader who comes to Hawkins to support an ailing aunt

Premise: You're both early 20s. You're on a gap year after finishing uni with a degree in Biology & Dance or Creative Expressive Therapies with a focus on dance & movement (both genuine courses that I've actually considered). Eddie’s attending the community college part-time, doing odd jobs and dealing on the side, not really knowing what he wants to do with his life.

You first encounter Eddie at a semi-traditional annual camping event where all the kids and YA get together near Lover's Lake and you're chaperoning your two younger f!cousins. There's much glancing and who's that type questions from both sides, probably featuring stay away from him and you've got no chance dude type answers from either side. Eddie watches as you entertain the younger kids, maybe showing them English playground games that they've never heard of and choreographing a group routine to Footloose that you showcase in the afternoon (even the boys join in, Mike, Lucas and Dustin surprising you with air guitar at their improv bit, and Jeff shocks everyone by running in and jive dancing with you near the end, explaining afterwards that his aunt taught him and he loves it bc it keeps him fit and he gets to dance with beautiful women). You enjoy watching Eddie dicking around with the CC boys, heaving logs about and generally helping to set up the camp, although he seems oddly bristly with Jeff after the whole dance thing. You eventually get introduced and talk over whisky at the campfire (with much cute dialogue which I cannot reveal lest I use it somewhere else eventually). Other camping-related events include Eddie being up uncharacteristically early to make coffee in the communal cooking area and watching you struggle to back out of your tent ass-first clutching breakfast goods wearing an oversized cardigan and superhero nightshirt bc you didn't think anyone was there, Eddie watching-not-watching you in the lake (he's totally watching), him not being athletic in the least but jumping in to save a swimmer who's in trouble (or doing something else mildly heroic or helpful like figuring out how to get them out using a long branch and knowhow about pivots and levers or something), you having your wet, brightly-dyed hair braided by your cousins and it being voluminous and wavy and cute once dry the next day (massively nostalgic self-indulgent self-insertion? how very dare you…), Eddie playing guitar around the fire (+ CC jam w instruments and pots/tubs), and Eddie rescuing the three of you on the final night when there's a storm and your tent's damaged and you all sleep in his van, you snuggled against his side (he'd expected to go crash in one of the other guys’ tents, but one of your cousins crawls into his lap and dozes off so 🤷‍♂️)

Further chapters detail your integration into the community including, but not limited to:

Eddie finding you looking a bit lost outside Joyce's centrally-located diner and offering you a driving tour of Hawkins. He has various 'errands' to run, and you take in Lover's Lake (collecting from Rick's), The Hideout (he's getting his wages and tips, and oh my he plays there too??), Melvald's (plus playful arguments about snacks ofc), and you make him screech to a stop outside the florist/craft shop bc their window display is divine and you meet Claudia Henderson who loves that you love it and finds out you're currently looking for things to do and asks if you'd like to volunteer to help make displays

Eddie finding out your schedule and 'accidentally’ bumping into you as you walk your cousins to/from school (maybe he's on a skateboard, who knows?)

you volunteering at the animal shelter where your mum (an Illinois native & qualified veterinarian who moved away for love) helps out. You take Eddie there one day and he becomes the only person who's ever been tolerated by a huge grumpy Mastiff called Boots (bc that's what it sounds like when he barks) bc all he did at first was sit in with him and read him LOTR (and you reluctantly agree when the other nurses/volunteers remark that he looks damn fine doing it)

shenanigans where on a volunteer dog walk you & Eddie get covered in mud, maybe you get tangled in leads and fall over together and there's awkwardness and feelings™️ & you offer to clean Eddie’s clothes at your place, followed by him accidentally meeting your dad whilst wearing nothing but a fluffy pink bathrobe and you accidentally stumbling in on him changing and getting a view of his torso (swoon)

Eddie taking you to a rusting old abandoned playground where you sit on the swings and reveal personal details about your lives, including how Eddie used to live around there, there was a school etc but it was demolished and Al was a terrible father who never bothered to take Eddie to his new school, that's part of how he ended up with Wayne, etc. and now he just comes here to think and remember his mom

Eddie living with Wayne in an old farmhouse that belonged to his grandfather. Wayne gave up his trucking career to look after him while Al was nowhere to be seen/in jail. The farmland is fallow now and Wayne works at the plant, Eddie helps out with maintenance and now occupies the long sunroom down the side of the house that's home to Gareth's old drumkit, some well used bamboo solarium furniture and all of Eddie’s paraphernalia

another semi-traditional event of a ‘potato party’ at Eddie's where Freak’s family (farmers) provide the goods and everyone wraps them in foil and cooks them around a massive fire in Eddie’s backyard. You come to Eddie’s earlier in the day and you talk and compare music tastes and help him to prep for the party and end up dancing in the kitchen to one of Eddie’s mum’s favourite songs and you asks where he learned and he says she used to dance with him in their old home when Al wasn't round, featuring an almost-kiss before Freak’s truck honks in the driveway. Some kind of fire-based shenanigans, maybe Freak hurts himself and you help and have to spend some time with him, where it gets super late and you end up staying over and Eddie offers you his bed and sleeps on the shitty solarium couch and there's much yearning but nothing happens

another day at Eddie’s where there's a bit of angst bc you fuck about on Gareth’s kit and Gareth catches you, encourages you to sit on his lap so he can 'teach you properly', Eddie's gone to get beers or whatever and walks in on this, and his frustration with all the other guys' interactions with you boils over into arguments & heated discussions where you get pissed off at Eddie bc it was innocent/he doesn't own you/why should he be jealous anyway it's not like you're an item or anything (bc you're frustrated that he hasn't asked you out, but also bc you know it can't go anywhere anyway bc you're not here for long so you take it out on him) and you leave, and Eddie gets pissed off at Gareth for even touching you and G lights a fire under his ass by saying something like if you don't make a move/ask her out I will

another day shortly after Eddie takes Boots for a walk (bc Eddie’s either fostering or has adopted him by this point) and he runs off and Eddie calls you in a panic and you realise your argument was stupid and go to help, and you both end up soaked either bc it rains or Boots gets across a river on the property and you have to go get him & you fall in, featuring a sweet drying-off-the-dog and then getting warm/dry scene where Eddie dons a thin and holey fine-knit black sweater that shows off his tattoos & nipple ring and you wear one of his band hoodies and you cuddle in bed for warmth and you reconcile and then things get messy and heated and you share a spectacular and electric first kiss

you start properly hanging out and increasingly filthy episodes of smut ensue along the usual escalating lines, hand stuff, oral, etc, and you agree not to take things too far bc you're both in denial and trying to keep it low-key and not fall or get too involved bc of your supposed short term residence

at some point you have a meaningful and intense first time together and Eddie can barely contain himself because he's doing it with you and it's slow and spectacular and you can't deny feelings anymore bc of course

there's lots of van smut, and outdoor smut

and farmhouse smut after Eddie convinces you to dance for him when he catches you swaying to Black Magic Woman, you blow his mind and then it becomes a thing with each of you picking different songs

you end up staying longer (bc aunt is permanently disabled/dies, oh dear sad) and your cousins need the support. Mum sets up her own business as the new town vet bc there isn't one & you help with admin pt, dad can work anywhere bc remote, so you need another pt job and get work at Claudia's shop & also do dance tuition/evening classes at the school/community centre (which Eddie picks you up from and totally starts arriving earlier and earlier specifically to ogle watch you)

Eddie helps out at the animal shelter more and ends up getting a steady job doing something he loves because he impresses (for instance) the owner/patron or husband of the owner, like he fixes their vehicles & gets offered a job at a garage, or helps out with admin emergencies or fundraising and becomes the town's newest librarian bc he's unexpectedly organised when it comes to paperwork & literature, or he drives rescues and kit around and enjoys it so much he's convinced to start his own delivery service that everyone loves, bc someone just needed to give him a chance™️/see he wasn't his dad, etc.

Eddie makes a reluctant Wayne come with him to visit you at the store ('now what the hell do I need with a dried flower arrangement, son?') and introduces him to Claudia (bc I want to get these two together whenever I can)

your family adore Eddie despite the gossip/opinions about his family, and your dad cements it the first Christmas you spend in Hawkins by gifting Eddie a brand new fluffy bathrobe in 'a colour that better suits him' (to which it's revealed you've already added a metal band patch to the back)

by the next annual camping trip Eddie and you are a solid item and camp in his van. The cousins (one of whom is now crushing on Dustin) share with Erica & Max bc they're tight now, nobody's tents get blown away, and everyone lives happily ever after goddammit.

Reasons I'll never write this: I don't think it's interesting/original enough to make a strong story; it's a fantasy world I still revisit, and writing it might ruin it; I've had it in my head for 4 years and if it was gonna get written down I think it would have by now.

Thank you for this interesting and exciting prompt to share story ideas I love without the pressure and effort of having to create a full fic! 💗🙏💋

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