#madaboutmunson drabble

[madaboutmunson]

Perfectly P-awesome

For Stranger Things Writer’s Guild Daily Prompt

‘Daddy’

Summary: Drabble of Steddie at the dog rescue

Word Count: 700

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“Eddie, this was a mistake,” Steve whispered out the corner of his mouth, as they walked between the enclosures.

“No it wasn’t, my love. You’re just upset we can’t take them all,” Eddie replied in a whispered sing-song tone. He looked smug, and he had every right to, because he knew his boyfriend, and he knew he was correct.

Steve channelled his annoyance into a grumble as he avoided eye contact with the dogs they passed by.

“Imagine what a wonderful thing we’ll be doing, giving one of these sweet things a new home,” Eddie encouraged swooping into his side and linking their arms, “A new leash of life, if you will,” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows and stifled a laugh.

Steve rolled his eyes but the smile he was wrestling to hide became too obvious. He sighed, “We don’t have the space.”

Eddie made an incorrect buzzer noise, “Wrong! We had three whole humans in that apartment, a dog is smaller than a human.”

“Ok well are you gonna walk them every day?” Steve said, putting one hand on his hip.

Eddie pouted, “But baby, you go for a jog or run every morning, if you took the dog you’d have some sort of protection, when you’re out on your own.”

Steve was about to say no and stopped in his tracks, “Ok, alright,” he said throwing his hands up, “A few conditions. You join me on morning walks and you can walk the dog. The dog cannot be so big it takes up half the sofa. It must be a mixed breed, and no puppies! You got that?”

“Yessss!” Eddie hopped and punched the air making his wallet chain jangle. With a wild look in his eyes he grabbed Steve’s arm and yanked him along behind him at top speed.

“Eddie, what the hell, calm down! Where are you dragging me?” Steve complained as they nearly pushed past several families and couples until Eddie came to a sudden halt and Steve crashed into his side.

Eddie, completely unaffected by a half speed Steve crashing into him, points at the enclosure.

“This is the one, babe,” Eddie’s smile was huge as he rocked on his heels.

Steve sighed and wondered what kind of hell beast Eddie had picked out. He took the plunge and stepped forward to look at the dog.

Steve looked at the creature behind the cage door.

This wasn’t a dog. This was some kind of gremlin muppet from outer space.

Its ears stuck out like the little green funny guy from Star Wars. Its dark fur was patchy in places but generally short and wiry apart from on top of its head where it had an accidental mohawk. Its lower jaw jutted to the side giving it half an underbite and it was about the size of a Beagle. It had an eyepatch over one eye, a missing leg and a tail with an almost right angled kink in it.

“See, Daddy follows all your rules, aaaand,” Eddie pouted his lips and clasped his hands together, “He weally weally needs a home,” he said, with his own biggest puppy dog eyes.

Steve put up a finger, “What did you just call him?”

“Daddy,” Eddie repeated and the creature from the depths of hell replied with a yip. Eddie crouched down to the door at the response, “Who’s a good boy? It’s Daddy isn’t it? Daddy’s a good boy!”

Steve didn’t particularly want this walking nightmare fuel in his home, or to shout Daddy at something in the park, but when Eddie looked up at him with such joy, he rolled his eyes and sighed, and went to look at the information sheet.

Steve realised the huge mistake he’d made by reading this. This dog was a hero, a loyal pet, and was only in here because his owner passed away and no one would take him in. Not only that, but he was an old dog. He knew right then he couldn’t leave him here. He was coming home with them

Steve felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to meet Eddie’s compassionate expression, “So is he gonna be a Munson or a Harrington?”

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Flicker (Steddie Drabble)

@strangerthingswritersguild Daily Drabble Prompt: Eclipse

Rating: G Word Count: 230 Warnings: Could be interpreted as referencing death but nothing specific and up to readers interpretation

Ao3 Link

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It had been years since the last one, and all of Steve’s colleagues at the school were amused by how excited he was about the eclipse. He’d made displays, gone class by class with a homemade model of how it all worked and helped the classes create their own.

But when the day came, the benches were lined up outside, and everyone had their special glasses or gadgets to watch and capture the event. Steve was nowhere to be seen.

Because Steve was where he’d been for every Eclipse since 1986.

A piece of land that he managed to snag before they turned the old trailer park into a parking lot. A small oasis of green he’d saved in a sea of tarmac, and all that was on it was a bench and a lamppost that didn’t work.

A lamppost that didn’t work except when there was an eclipse.

As the moon bullied into the Sun’s path, the smile of light left echoed on Steve’s face as the lamppost flickered and fizzed. It never fully lit up, but it didn't need to because the faces of the two reunited men, torn apart by time, are lit up enough.

They embrace, talk and kiss for as long as the moon can hold the sun back. Until the real world starts to fight its way back in, and Eddie fades away again.

[madaboutmunson]

All that’s left of me, is just a memory

Prompt | "Amnesia" & “Candle”

WC | 1476

Rating | T

CW | Someone is tied up, swearing, mcd

Tags | Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Returns

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He didn’t remember how he got here.

There was the warm light glowing in the bitter cold night outside Uncle Wayne’s trailer, with the police tape billowing in the wind.

The noise of the door creaking snatched his attention as the howling wind tried to fight the hinges for the right to claim the last door Chrissy Cunningham had ever passed through.

That he remembered.

He remembered being so afraid he got in his van and high-tailed it out of there.

To Rick’s, he thought, or to the lake at least, but he didn’t truly remember.

His stomach growled loudly. He was starving.

A crunch in his mouth, a crunch underfoot. The screaming of sirens and the screaming of someone else, or something else. He dove into water but he was on dry land. Yes, it must have been the lake. He should go to the lake.

But he couldn’t go. He knew he had to be here. It felt right, but why?

He clenched his fists in frustration or hunger or rage, and something snapped.

Eddie opened his ringed fist. In it was a blackened, slightly used birthday candle.

He looked around and couldn’t see anyone or anything, but occasionally he heard rustling from within the trailer.

Icy fear poured in rivulets through his nervous system as he stood at the bottom of the steps that should have been so familiar to him. They should have been welcoming, but the night made shadows of weird and terrifying things as the light from above began to be blocked out by the slight overhang of the roof.

He should turn back. But, back to where exactly?

The tightness in his stomach made itself known, and that was enough to try and take the first step.

Eddie instinctively threw himself backward onto the worn grass below as the door was flung open by the weather, as if to make his path clear.

“Welcome home, I guess?” he said to no one but himself, but the half-joke eased his fear somewhat, as he walked up the concrete steps he’d leapt down, stomped up, and slumped against hundreds of times.

There was no light in there, only what penetrated the rotting wooden boards and metal sheets that covered the windows. But here in the darkness, he suddenly realized he didn’t need the light. In fact, the absence of it only made his surroundings sharper.

Something else caught his attention: a strong scent. He couldn’t place it, but it made his mouth water, and the pain of hunger stabbed at his insides.

He snapped his head towards his old bedroom door. He could hear music, a beat at least.

Yes. Someone was here. Someone could help. They could explain.

He grabbed for the door handle and wrenched it open to be met with a muffled sound in the darkness.

A man was tied up there. Eddie rushed to help him.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, man. I’m gonna help you,” Eddie assured.

But the man’s wide eyes were absent of hope and slowly began to fill with tears as he tried to squirm out of Eddie’s reach. He was terrified and worse than that he was… what was that? Sadness? Anger? Regret? Eddie couldn’t pick it out. Not over the music, it was so loud, a pounding bass line and drums intertwined together.

“Look man, stop squirming around. I’m gonna help you, and then maybe you can help me, okay?” Eddie tried to reassure him again, but the man shook his head, the tears falling from his eyes skirted the moles on his cheeks.

He stepped back. Maybe this guy had something wrong with him, maybe he didn’t want Eddie to untie him, maybe he’d asked someone to keep him tied up, like in those old werewolf movies or something?

“Alright, easy big fella,” Eddie said and approached again carefully, “I’m just gonna remove the gag, alright?”

The man nodded, and Eddie breathed a sigh of relief and pulled apart the gag with a surprising amount of ease. So easy, he wasn’t sure how the man hadn’t bitten through it, but Eddie didn’t get to investigate that or the mystery sharp pain he felt, because the man started screaming at the top of his lungs.

“HELP ME! PLEASE GOD HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!” he yelled as he tried to wriggle away from Eddie.

“I am helping you, man. Shit. Calm the fuck down,” he tried to console him, but the man continued to scream and pray and call out names, and the music was so loud now. Obnoxiously so. Thrumming and crashing and the yelling and the hunger pains and his head hurt.

“SHUT UP!” Eddie yelled, clutching his head, and almost everything fell to silence, except for his stomach and that beat.

Eddie tore the room apart looking for where it was coming from while the now silent man cowered against the wall, but he found nothing.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just got overwhelmed with all the noise. I didn’t mean to scare you, okay. Come on, let’s get you out of here,” he said much more softly, approaching the man.

The whites around his handsome hazel eyes were on full display. The man looked horrified. His eyes looked like he was still screaming, but his mouth was firmly shut.

Eddie proceeded to try and help, trying to find the knot in his binds by following the weird sticky rope he had been tied up with.

As he leaned forward, the music started up again, and that scent was stronger than ever. It made him at odds with himself; he could tell the man was afraid the closer he got, but he couldn’t stop himself from getting closer. Until he was closely looming over him.

“It’s you,” Eddie snarled, “You’re making all the noise.” The man violently shook his head, eyes glistening with tears. “That aroma, what is that? Did you douse yourself in perfume? What is that?”

The man’s body shook, but no reply came.

“ANSWER ME!” Eddie roared in a voice that didn’t feel like his own, “SPEAK!”

The man’s plush, quivering lips began to part as Eddie’s chest heaved with anger.

“What are you? Why are you wearing his clothes?” The man’s trembling whisper fell from his lips.

Eddie would reply, but he didn’t know the answer. He couldn’t even concentrate on forming one because the scent, the pounding beat, and his hunger were back with a vengeance.

But as the man made a last-ditch attempt to get away, with a lightning speed reaction, Eddie stopped him and grabbed at the sign around the man’s neck that had flipped over.

**HAPPY RE-BIRTH DAY, EDDIE!**

**EAT UP! YOU WILL FEEL MUCH BETTER**

Eddie swallowed thickly, his eyes no longer fixed on the sign, were now fixed on the sun-kissed neck of the man below him. Two beauty marks sat on the man’s skin there, as if to show Eddie where to strike.

No, he couldn’t do that, eat someone. That was messed up. Eddie tried to turn away. He turned his eyes back to look at the man who was gasping for air and crying, it looked like, but he couldn’t hear it over the pounding beat. The beat coming from deep inside this man.

Eddie didn’t want the man to silence the music this time. He wanted to hunt it down, claim it for his own, and silence it himself.

But he couldn’t kill someone, he couldn’t eat someone. That was ridiculous. He even scoffed at his delusional thinking.

He scratched his head and reached for the bizarre ties that had the man bound again. He struggled to find any knots, just more gross ropes. The longer Eddie searched, the more his eyes flit back to the man’s neck, back to the loud rhythm that sang to his very soul.

The next thing Eddie knew, he had the man’s jaw firmly in his grip, twisting his head until a blood vessel began to raise in his neck.

He felt a haze descend upon himself as his tongue flicked out to lick the skin there, a slight hint of salt from sweat, but mostly the promise of something sweeter, richer than anything he had ever tasted in his life.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie whimpered, “I’m just so damn hungry.”

Eddie tasted and licked softly at the man’s neck. Before he knew what was what, his teeth began to graze over the skin, slowly increasing with pressure until he scratched the surface.

A taste hit Eddie’s tongue, unlike anything he’d ever tasted before, igniting his very being with a droplet of it, and soon Eddie found himself clamped down on the man’s neck, gorging himself on his essence, and all he could do was hold the man still and gulp down his spoils until the music stopped.

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Sunsets and Shadows Prompt | "The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?" WC | 700 -- Rating | T -- CW | references mcd, grief, angst Tags | Steddie, Past Steddie, Future Fic

All that’s left of me, is just a memory Prompt | "Amnesia" & “Candle” WC | 1476 -- Rating | T -- CW | Someone is tied up, swearing, mcd Tags | Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Returns

Manowar Prompt | "Gladiator" WC | 1303 -- Rating | T CW | Fighting Tags | Steve/Eddie, Fluff, Flirting, Fighting

Perfectly P-awesome Prompt | "Daddy" WC | -- Rating | T CW | Dog Rescue Summary: Drabble of Steddie at the dog rescue

Flicker Prompt | "Eclipse" WC | -- Rating | T CW | Could be interpreted as referencing death but nothing specific and up to readers interpretation

Found what I’m looking for Prompt | "Pin" by @steddiemicrofic WC | 388 -- Rating | T CW | Drinking, Blindfolded AO3 Link to Found What I'm Looking For

POP! Prompt | "Pin" by @steddiemicrofic WC | 388 -- Rating | T CW | Cursing, Reference to drug deal AO3 Link to POP!

Fluff

Prompt | “Fluff” by @strangerthingswritersguild WC l 3.8K -- Rating | T AO3 Link to Fluff

Freezerburn

A poem by Steve Harrington

AO3 Link

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy prompt

Drabble

Tag, You’re It

For the dailydrabble prompt 'Tag, You're It' by @strangerthingswritersguild

In the Quiet Between Us

For the dailydrabble prompt ‘Hugging/Cuddling’ by stwg

Pick Me

Prompt | “Necklace” by strangerthingswritersguild WC l 1.1K -- Rating | T AO3 Link to Pick Me

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For @strangerthingswritersguild prompt

Piano player Steve and Guitar Hero Eddie Munson are forced to work on a project together in music class.

Steve suggests classical pieces, to which Eddie complains that they are boring or grumbles, “I’m not Nuno or Eddie Van Halen, man. It’s high school!”

Eddie suggests Metallica, Slayer, Venom, and Motörhead, to which Steve retorts, “And how do you suggest I thrash on my Steinway?” with patronizing air quotes.

Their teacher, clearly fed up, throws Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy onto the desk between them. The two fuming creatives, who are absolutely not speaking to each other, glance at the sheet music.

They both scoff. It’s dated, old, and lame.

The teacher, insulted, warns them that they had better play something together for the performance. Otherwise, they will flunk the class.

Neither of them can afford that.

Through the power of Queen and the influence of their idols, Mercury and May, they manage to put on a show, complete with Casanova-style costumes and candelabras that Eddie stole from Drama.

And, to Steve’s surprise, Eddie was right. The girls love it, especially when Steve hands out roses at the start, making the front row swoon. His jock friends stop teasing him the moment he starts to sing, and Eddie’s guitar hums to life, letting the crowd know the subject of the song is no goody two-shoes. Far from monogamous.

But as they play, Steve sings less to the audience and more toward Eddie. Or, when he dares, he closes his eyes and sings to him that way.

Eddie keeps his head down, using his mass of dark hair to steal glances at Steve playing, for all but the solo, when he throws his hair back, and the guitar and piano seem to converse with one another. Huge smiles break across their faces.

They don’t get A’s. That’s what happens when you insult the teacher’s music taste. But they don’t flunk either.

In the parking lot as they pack up, Steve, hands deep in his pockets and kicking at the gravel, says, “Well, I guess that’s that. Thanks for not giving up. I really needed that pass.”

Eddie shrugs. “Yeah, man, no problem. I needed it too.”

There’s a pause as they glance at each other, then at the ground.

“You know, I read that playing classical music can inspire the most face-melting solos,” Eddie mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, that’s true!” Steve says, having no idea if it’s true at all, but he’s already stepping forward. He doesn’t miss a beat. “I can show you some pieces that would sound really good on your guitar.”

Eddie’s bright eyes flick up to Steve’s. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s tone softens, as does his posture. “Or, you know, Queen is a good fit for us. I like that song more than I did.”

Eddie toys with a strand of his own hair, then shrugs, “Me too.” He smiles so wide his dimples puncture his cheeks. He clears his throat to dissipate them, much to Steve’s disappointment. He’s grown to like them too. “So… shall we say next week?”

Steve nods, already writing down his number. “Yeah. Next week. My place. Nine. I’ll get the drinks stocked. Will you need a ride?”

Eddie can’t repress his grin and thumbs toward the van behind him, though the thought of riding in a car with Steve doesn’t sound half bad.

Steve blushes, and that’s a new thing for Eddie to like.

“Yeah, of course. Your van,” Steve laughs softly, shaking his head, his hair moving with it. That’s cute too, Eddie thinks.

“Next week. Nine. Castle Harrington,” Eddie confirms as he hops into the driver’s seat. As he turns, he’s not expecting Steve to be at his window, looking right at him. He startles, but Steve doesn’t laugh.

Instead, Steve says, “Or tonight?”

“Eager much?” Eddie teases.

“Yes.” Steve responds fast and flatly.

Eddie has no choice but to turn to him, waiting for the follow-up laugh that never comes. Just a set of puppy-dog eyes boring into his own.

Eddie gulps. He can’t help it. When he replies, his voice is a little high-pitched. “Okay, sure. Tonight. Nine. Castle Harrington. I’ll be there.”

Steve’s smile returns, cool and smooth, just like Eddie has seen a hundred times in the halls of Hawkins High. He pats Eddie’s van, gives him a two-finger salute, and heads back to his car.

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Ch-ch-ch-changes!

My masterlist post will be undergoing some revamping when I have the time. Here are some microfics/drabble I've written recently:

Sunsets and Shadows Prompt | "The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?" WC | 700 -- Rating | T -- CW | references mcd, grief, angst Tags | Steddie, Past Steddie, Future Fic All that’s left of me, is just a memory Prompt | "Amnesia" & “Candle” WC | 1476 -- Rating | T -- CW | Someone is tied up, swearing, mcd Tags | Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Returns Manowar Prompt | "Gladiator" WC | 1303 -- Rating | T -- CW | Fighting Tags | Steve/Eddie, Fluff, Flirting, Fighting Perfectly P-awesome Prompt | "Daddy" Summary: Drabble of Steddie at the dog rescue Word Count: 700 Flicker Prompt | "Eclipse" WC | 230 -- Rating | G CW | Could be interpreted as referencing death but nothing specific and up to readers interpretation

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy prompt

Fics I am particularly proud of (see links for tags/CW/Summary):

Are you experienced - Awesome art with this one Hell Hound- Awesome art with this one also From Trashed to Treasured (wip) - Collab with a very awesome writer The Drive In Raspberry Riddle

Link to the full (messy) masterlist of my fics

100 Reasons Why Eddie Munson is Spouse Material (not a story just a fun gif series all under #eddiemunsonspousematerial)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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MadAboutMunson's Masterlist (links to sublists under the images)

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Fanfic Masterlist Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 Fic Hell Hound

Steddie BigBang 2023 Fic Are You Experienced?AO3 Link

AO3 Profile Link

I Think I Could Have Been Someone - New Fic 8/? parts Sweet Home Chicago AU for Eddie Month

Steddie Fics

Requests

Requests are closed for now (I'm currently working on 3 WIP stories) 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 💚💚

Born to Run (WIP 2/? Parts)

Sequel to Creep

Part 1 - Perfect Strangers

Part 2 - Angel Witch

Part 3 - Keep Yourself Alive

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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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Let Me Call You Sweetheart (2 parts)

Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 1 (11 Chapters)

Synopsis: You and the rest of Unholy Angel, set your sights on winning the upcoming Battle of the Bands, but first Mr Harrington (your Boss) has pulled some strings so that you get to be some of the first to ride a promotional simulator for Dustin Henderson's Epic Game series The Curse of Hawkins. Your home life isn't great, your friends are your everything, but seeing a beautiful guitar in a second hand store, pulls on the thread causing your unravelling.

Warnings for the entire story: Darkfic, out of character Eddie Munson, alternative universe, present day, Death, abuse (emotional, mental and physical, harassment, violence, torture, imprisonment, coersion, unrequited love, drugs, alcohol, illness, blood, gore, food disorder, mental illness, vampirism, hypnotism, weirdness, the upside down, bats, monsters

Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 2 - Everlong (8 Chapters)

Summary: Second part of Let Me Call You Sweetheart Series

After the infamous carnage that happened at battle of the bands you are forced to rehabilitate, but it's not just your mind set that is changing, so are your feelings towards one Vampiric Eddie Munson

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The Reflex

Little Romance/fun/angst series set in 1984 Hawkins

Characters: Original Character, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mild bullying, frog dissection (not detailed or gory) , dancing, music, romance, kissing, angst

Notes: This Fic has two different endings...readers choice 💚

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Don't Stand So Close To Me

Pairings: OC x Eddie Munson

Warnings: Please see per chapter

Summary: Lyra has only been a student at Hawkins High for 6 months due to being expelled from her private school, due to an affair with the headteacher's son.

Lyra had hoped to escape her past, but unfortunately that was not to be.

Lyra who had developed a thing for instructors finds herself feeling more than a the usual amount of flustered when the same guy has to help them several times in one week.

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The Drive-In

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson (Steddie)

Summary: Steve Harrington is on another potentially failed date, when a case of mistaken identity might lead to something more?

Warnings: Recreational drug use and drinking.

Author Notes: The parts are around 2K and under, but I usually post a few at a time.

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Ouija Geebies

Summary: How Eddie discovers Heavy Metal. A 13-year-old Eddie Munson at the beginning of his stay with his Uncle Wayne. Struggling to fit in with the new locals, he takes solace in one of the things he smuggled from home, his parent's Ouija board.

Warnings: references but not the detail of abuse, swearing, ouija board, spirits, bullying references, being the new kid, separation from a loved one.

Word Count: 10.5K

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Link to Mini fics/One-shots list

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Other stuff

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100 Reasons Why Eddie Munson is Spouse Material (not a story just a fun gif series all under #eddiemunsonspousematerial)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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