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thefuseoftemptation · 2 days

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If you’re taking requests I’d like a short fic about reader mourning the loss of their dog? I just lost my girl Sasha and would like a comfort fic , Eddie or Steve, either is cool with me- phantom

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): mentions of a loss, pre-establsihed relationship, hurt/comfort.

a/n: so sorry for your loss. there were other requests to get through, but I couldn't ignore this one. especially since I work with animals. NOT PROOFREAD.

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There wasn't time for Eddie to really get a word out before you were embracing him suddenly. Your face pressed into his neck, already slightly wet- his assumptions- from crying.

He wasn't oblivious to why. He heard just moments prior to his arrival when you called him; expecting it to be your usual invite for him to make his way over, when you dropped the news that your childhood pet passed.

While he wasn't expecting the news in general, neither was he expecting you to say it so forwardly. And when he asked if you we're okay, you nodded, albeit him not seeing you at the time. Though you didn't really have the voice to answer and Eddie figured that much when there was a lack of response on your end.

It wasn't until minutes after him being on the line that he heard you speak. Your voice barely a whisper.

"Come over?" It was so quiet, and just when he was about to assure you he was, he heard you swalllow before letting out a weak, 'please.'

The embrace you had on him was nothing short of tight. Your body visibly shaking underneath his arms as he stood there with you. The only thing he could offer were his words, and hugging you back just as strongly as you were.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

You could feel his breath against you, his cheek pressed onto your head as he whispered it over and over.

You weren't sure how long you guys were there standing, but Eddie never let go. If anything, his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer if it were even possible.

" 'Member when they took my socks and decided to chew into them?" Your eyes shut at his memory, recalling exactly what he had been referring to. "I wore those things with my toes on display...chewed holes right through them!" Eddie raised, his tone joking, and it was enough to get a wet chuckle out of you.

"Or when you first started coming over, 'member how they'd squeeze themself between us whenever we got too close?" You croak out, a small smile peeking. Your dog had never been one for personal space; something you had often joked that Eddie and them had in common.

"You kidding? They'd basically push me!" Eddie exaggerated.

"You?! I'm pretty sure they were pushing me." You said with a laugh, your smile more evident. It dimmed just a little at your next words. Though it wasn't at the reason of their meaning but more so because of the tense they were said in. Your pet, and friend, no longer with you guys anymore.

"They loved you, Eddie."

Your boyfriends smile fell much like yours had. His eyes got glassy, briefly looking away, and nodding his head at the sentence.

"I thought we were trying to lighten the mood." He chuckled, wiping his face. "And here you are making me cry, foreshame, foreshame..." He said shaking his head, that grin of his, returning.

"Sorry," you mumbled, laying a peck on his temple. "And thank you for coming over and reminding me." You voiced.

Eddie's brows pinched at the last part. "Reminding you?"

You nodded before answering. "Reminding me of the good times."

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a/n: I typed this in under an hr at work so sorry the ending was abrupt. again, my condolences for your loss.

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 days

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eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): mentions of a loss, pre-establsihed relationship, hurt/comfort.

a/n: so sorry for your loss. there were other requests to get through, but I couldn't ignore this one. especially since I work with animals. NOT PROOFREAD.

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There wasn't time for Eddie to really get a word out before you were embracing him suddenly. Your face pressed into his neck, already slightly wet- his assumptions- from crying.

It wasn't until minutes after him being on the line that he heard you speak. Your voice barely a whisper.

"Come over?" It was so quiet, and just when he was about to assure you he was, he heard you swalllow before letting out a weak, 'please.'

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

You could feel his breath against you, his cheek pressed onto your head as he whispered it over and over.

You weren't sure how long you guys were there standing, but Eddie never let go. If anything, his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer if it were even possible.

"You kidding? They'd basically push me!" Eddie exaggerated.

"They loved you, Eddie."

Your boyfriends smile fell much like yours had. His eyes got glassy, briefly looking away, and nodding his head at the sentence.

"I thought we were trying to lighten the mood." He chuckled, wiping his face. "And here you are making me cry, foreshame, foreshame..." He said shaking his head, that grin of his, returning.

"Sorry," you mumbled, laying a peck on his temple. "And thank you for coming over and reminding me." You voiced.

Eddie's brows pinched at the last part. "Reminding you?"

You nodded before answering. "Reminding me of the good times."

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a/n: I typed this in under an hr at work so sorry the ending was abrupt. again, my condolences for your loss.

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 days

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@ghost-proofbaby aaahhhhh thank you so much! it’d freak me out too lol

wrong number

'you get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. come to find out, he's from another decade.’

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing, au (not sure if it would be considered an au but imma put it), mention of modern time. I'm just putting tags I'm not even sure what to tag this under. lmk if there are more.

a/n: prompt # 4 from the strangerprompts by @allthingsjoeq @somnambulic-thing and @bettyfrommars. mkay, I've never done these types of things or participated before, but yknow, I took a shot and I liked it lol so thank you guys!

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"What?"

Your voice was nothing short of clipped. The results of hearing your phone vibrate too many times for you to tolerate another call going unanswered.

It was abnormal in your opinion. To receive this many calls from the same number within a short time.

While sure, you occasionally complained about the lack of service that came through the device due to your inability to actually hold a relationship with anybody, much less a conversation, this isn't what you were looking for.

And if your shortness wasn't clear enough before, your annoyance must've been by the way you questioned a 'hello,' with a lifted brow. Not really saying it as one should when normally speaking to someone. That was, if anyone was even on the other side.

"Uh, hello." The voice imitated your previous tone, pulling out the last vowel as he sung it.

He.

If you had to guess, probably no more than your age.

"Huh, so you can speak? You know you could've begun with that? When someone picks up the phone after being called, who knows how many times," you state through your teeth, "the least you could do is have the decency to actually say something when they answer."

"Y’know I don’t like your tone, we’re going to try this again.” He mouthed.

“Wait, what? No-”

He hung up before you could refuse. Your phone pulled away from your ear as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. And in the midst of that, your phone vibrated, again.

Your finger hovered over the button as you eyed the device, sliding it over when you’d been staring long enough.

“Hello?” You questioned, unsure. The shift in your tone is clearly obvious.

“You learn quickly.”

The same voice replied back, and his response had you narrowing your eyes.

Asshole.

“I had said it before. You were the one who needed the lesson in how to answer back.” You reiterate.

“Well, m’not about to respond to somebody who starts a conversation with 'what.' I mean, have you no manners?" The guy said. You could hear the lilt in his voice and how he seemed to be grinning on the other side, but you had to shake your head from thinking any further on it because there was still a question that you'd been meaning to ask.

"Who are you?"

"It's your conscience, clearly I haven't been able to get through to you which is why you're probably lacking, well, manners, but- worry not, for I am here."

You weren't sure if it was you still trying to comprehend everything that's happened in the last few minutes, or that this guy knew how to pull conversation so easily that you went along with it- but you hadn't even realized he never properly answered or that he just lowkey called you out on something you knew was evident to a blind person.

And you didn't even correct him, and rather than just hang up on someone you didn't know, you stayed on the phone and chose to enlighten him.

"Hm, so that's what that was? Who would've thought I'd have one of those," you sighed and shrugged, leaning back against the bed frame. You could hear him snort at the small insult you'd given yourself, hearing the feign in your voice was enough to let him know your humor was in tack.

It made you grin. The first of many, and the first in a while to tell the truth. You also couldn't stop yourself from thinking about how this was probably the longest conversation you've ever held with someone.

"I'm Eddie." His voice pulled you from your thoughts, trying to catch up in the moments you'd been away.

"Huh?"

You could hear chuckling before it was repeated. "My name. You asked me who I was."

Eddie.

It didn't sound familiar. You didn't know anyone named Eddie, but then again, you didn't really know anyone and you had questioned it when you guy's began talking. It was a number you'd never seen before either so there was that.

You hadn't realized you'd been quiet until Eddie spoke.

"Y'know, this is where you tell me your name." He remarked. "We really gotta work on your communication skills and social cues." Unbeknownst to you though, since you only just met the guy, he shouldn't be one to talk.

You let out something between a scoff and a breathy chuckle before telling him yours. And Eddie repeated what you did moments ago- saying your name under his breath, to himself- as if he was worried he'd forget it in those few seconds.

It was easy to get into conversation with him, primarily because he kept pulling you into things he’d knew would get a response out of you. Like saying shit that you’d end up reprimanding him for because it annoyed you.

He knew that, and you weren’t so sure you liked how transparent you seemed to be. You’d known him for only a short time and he already knew how to push your buttons. Which you told him but his response was anything but what you expected it to be. He simply shrugged it off, telling you that ‘you let it get to you.’

To which you rebutted fully knowing he was right, which annoyed you more. Though other than that, the conversation between you two had been decent.

There were a few times when you had been confused by what he’d been speaking about, but you just assumed it was the way he was. I mean, the guy spent- you’re guessing- most of his time today calling the wrong number, only to hang up on you just to call you again because he didn’t like your tone. And then went on to call you out on your shit, which by the way, you still haven’t let go of. Either way, you just thought that what he was talking about, was how he spoke. A sort of slang, you know? I mean, now, that’s all people use these days.

Who were you to question it? It’s not like you could ask anybody what it meant. You weren’t even sure what the words were yourself. I mean you did but nobody said that sort of thing anymore.

There were a few moments of silence that occurred, mainly between your guys' turns in speaking. It wasn’t until you heard him on his end that you asked what he’d been up to. He kept muttering something under breath.

Well, it was more him humming, every other minute or so though you’d hear a word, and the more he hummed- the more familiar it sounded.

“Is that…..Metallica?” You peeked, unsure if you were right. His side went quiet the second you said it, and you could assume it was because you were likely wrong in your guess.

“Y-You know Metallica?” Eddie enounced. He was standing upright, his previous stance of leaning on the frame gone, as he stood there with wide eyes and mouth agape at your sudden query.

So you were right.

“Uh, yes.” It came out sounding like a question rather than you stating the obvious. “My Uncle used to listen to them. Whenever he came over when I was younger, that was all I’d ever hear. He’d tell us he grew up on them, so it was only right that we did too.” You explained. Eddie’s mouth stretched up at hearing your words, too caught up in the story to comprehend what you just said.

“I’ve never-” and then it hit him. His brows pinched together as he pulled the phone away from his ear. Did he hear you right? “Wait…grew up on them?” If it hadn’t been for the way you told the story, as if it actually happened, he would’ve thought you were pulling his leg. And you probably were so he just reacted logically. He chuckled. “Mkay, right right.”

It was your turn to pinch your face together, not understanding his sudden shift or why he was chuckling to begin with. “What? It’s true. The man grew up on them.” You raised, still clearly confused by his response.

“Mhm, sure.” You could hear the way he pulled the word, like he wasn’t convinced at all. Why was it so hard for him to get that what you were saying was true? “He’d have to be my age, kid.” He voiced.

W-What?

“Excuse me?” You uttered, sitting up from your bed frame. Not only were you confused but you were getting a little freaked out. He sounded young, your age, give or take. There was no way you had been conversing with a guy in his 50’s.

“You heard me, he’d have to be my age. There’s no way this guy grew up on them. The band isn’t even that old, it hasn’t been that long. I mean, I get we were joking before but man, you really got me there. I almost fell for it!” Eddie said. “How old are you?” He managed through his breathy laughs.

You could feel your heart pick up, the genuineness clear in his voice. He really thought you were joking, that everything you just said in the last few minutes was made up. But it hadn’t been and that’s what had you getting up from your bed. This was beginning to be too much for you.

“E-Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re freaking me out.”

And suddenly it wasn’t so amusing anymore. His face fell upon hearing your tone. The humor he once found in the situation, now gone, as he stared ahead. You sounded worried, alarmed even. It was quiet for a few seconds until he spoke, his tongue swiped his bottom lip before he did so.

“Uhm, look t-this isn’t-” his hand wiped down his face. “W-What are you talking about, man? One minute we're laughing and joking around and the next you’re telling me about your Uncle growing up on Metallica. There’s no way! Mkay?” He was getting agitated, visibly shaken up as he thought about you on the other side in the same state. “Like I said, the band isn’t even that old. It's only been a couple of years, it’s 1986 for christ sake!” And though he had been saying it all so fast, you still understood them. It’s why you felt yourself unable to move upon hearing his last few words.

1986.

The numbers repeated over and over in your head as you stood there.

“W-What?” You stuttered, voice shaky as you asked. It wasn’t possible. “It’s not!” You raise, your hands moving with a mind of their own as you swiped out of where you were and looked at the screen. In the corner of your phone, the current date stared back. The time you were currently in. As in, right now. You could hear Eddie speaking but because you didn’t have it against your ear, you couldn’t tell what exactly he’d been saying.

It’s not possible, it's not possible, it’s not.

He said it like it was true. He didn't just think it was 86', he was saying it like he knew it was. It was just impossible, the year he said, wasn’t the year you were in.

You lifted the phone back up to your ear, hands unable to keep still as you look ahead. Your eyes glassy as you spoke.

“Who are you?”

Eddie’s breath picked up at the way you questioned it, your voice at a whisper. He ran his hand through his hair again, already disheveled from how many times he’d done it prior to when you went quiet.

“I told you. My name is Eddie....and it's 1986."

Your eyes shut as he uttered his name, the lack of deceit evident.

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a/n: I wasn't sure how to end it.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 days

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thank youuuuu!!!

wrong number

'you get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. come to find out, he's from another decade.’

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing, au (not sure if it would be considered an au but imma put it), mention of modern time. I'm just putting tags I'm not even sure what to tag this under. lmk if there are more.

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"What?"

Your voice was nothing short of clipped. The results of hearing your phone vibrate too many times for you to tolerate another call going unanswered.

It was abnormal in your opinion. To receive this many calls from the same number within a short time.

"Uh, hello." The voice imitated your previous tone, pulling out the last vowel as he sung it.

He.

If you had to guess, probably no more than your age.

"Y’know I don’t like your tone, we’re going to try this again.” He mouthed.

“Wait, what? No-”

He hung up before you could refuse. Your phone pulled away from your ear as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. And in the midst of that, your phone vibrated, again.

Your finger hovered over the button as you eyed the device, sliding it over when you’d been staring long enough.

“Hello?” You questioned, unsure. The shift in your tone is clearly obvious.

“You learn quickly.”

The same voice replied back, and his response had you narrowing your eyes.

Asshole.

“I had said it before. You were the one who needed the lesson in how to answer back.” You reiterate.

"Who are you?"

"It's your conscience, clearly I haven't been able to get through to you which is why you're probably lacking, well, manners, but- worry not, for I am here."

And you didn't even correct him, and rather than just hang up on someone you didn't know, you stayed on the phone and chose to enlighten him.

"I'm Eddie." His voice pulled you from your thoughts, trying to catch up in the moments you'd been away.

"Huh?"

You could hear chuckling before it was repeated. "My name. You asked me who I was."

Eddie.

You hadn't realized you'd been quiet until Eddie spoke.

To which you rebutted fully knowing he was right, which annoyed you more. Though other than that, the conversation between you two had been decent.

Who were you to question it? It’s not like you could ask anybody what it meant. You weren’t even sure what the words were yourself. I mean you did but nobody said that sort of thing anymore.

Well, it was more him humming, every other minute or so though you’d hear a word, and the more he hummed- the more familiar it sounded.

“Is that…..Metallica?” You peeked, unsure if you were right. His side went quiet the second you said it, and you could assume it was because you were likely wrong in your guess.

“Y-You know Metallica?” Eddie enounced. He was standing upright, his previous stance of leaning on the frame gone, as he stood there with wide eyes and mouth agape at your sudden query.

So you were right.

W-What?

“E-Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re freaking me out.”

1986.

The numbers repeated over and over in your head as you stood there.

It’s not possible, it's not possible, it’s not.

He said it like it was true. He didn't just think it was 86', he was saying it like he knew it was. It was just impossible, the year he said, wasn’t the year you were in.

You lifted the phone back up to your ear, hands unable to keep still as you look ahead. Your eyes glassy as you spoke.

“Who are you?”

“I told you. My name is Eddie....and it's 1986."

Your eyes shut as he uttered his name, the lack of deceit evident.

—

a/n: I wasn't sure how to end it.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 days

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AAAAHHHHHH thank you so much! lol I got a little too into it. Thanks again for the read and for your words!

wrong number

'you get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. come to find out, he's from another decade.’

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing, au (not sure if it would be considered an au but imma put it), mention of modern time. I'm just putting tags I'm not even sure what to tag this under. lmk if there are more.

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"What?"

Your voice was nothing short of clipped. The results of hearing your phone vibrate too many times for you to tolerate another call going unanswered.

It was abnormal in your opinion. To receive this many calls from the same number within a short time.

"Uh, hello." The voice imitated your previous tone, pulling out the last vowel as he sung it.

He.

If you had to guess, probably no more than your age.

"Y’know I don’t like your tone, we’re going to try this again.” He mouthed.

“Wait, what? No-”

He hung up before you could refuse. Your phone pulled away from your ear as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. And in the midst of that, your phone vibrated, again.

Your finger hovered over the button as you eyed the device, sliding it over when you’d been staring long enough.

“Hello?” You questioned, unsure. The shift in your tone is clearly obvious.

“You learn quickly.”

The same voice replied back, and his response had you narrowing your eyes.

Asshole.

“I had said it before. You were the one who needed the lesson in how to answer back.” You reiterate.

"Who are you?"

"It's your conscience, clearly I haven't been able to get through to you which is why you're probably lacking, well, manners, but- worry not, for I am here."

And you didn't even correct him, and rather than just hang up on someone you didn't know, you stayed on the phone and chose to enlighten him.

"I'm Eddie." His voice pulled you from your thoughts, trying to catch up in the moments you'd been away.

"Huh?"

You could hear chuckling before it was repeated. "My name. You asked me who I was."

Eddie.

You hadn't realized you'd been quiet until Eddie spoke.

To which you rebutted fully knowing he was right, which annoyed you more. Though other than that, the conversation between you two had been decent.

Who were you to question it? It’s not like you could ask anybody what it meant. You weren’t even sure what the words were yourself. I mean you did but nobody said that sort of thing anymore.

Well, it was more him humming, every other minute or so though you’d hear a word, and the more he hummed- the more familiar it sounded.

“Is that…..Metallica?” You peeked, unsure if you were right. His side went quiet the second you said it, and you could assume it was because you were likely wrong in your guess.

“Y-You know Metallica?” Eddie enounced. He was standing upright, his previous stance of leaning on the frame gone, as he stood there with wide eyes and mouth agape at your sudden query.

So you were right.

W-What?

“E-Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re freaking me out.”

1986.

The numbers repeated over and over in your head as you stood there.

It’s not possible, it's not possible, it’s not.

He said it like it was true. He didn't just think it was 86', he was saying it like he knew it was. It was just impossible, the year he said, wasn’t the year you were in.

You lifted the phone back up to your ear, hands unable to keep still as you look ahead. Your eyes glassy as you spoke.

“Who are you?”

“I told you. My name is Eddie....and it's 1986."

Your eyes shut as he uttered his name, the lack of deceit evident.

—

a/n: I wasn't sure how to end it.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 days

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eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): mentions of a loss, pre-establsihed relationship, hurt/comfort.

a/n: so sorry for your loss. there were other requests to get through, but I couldn't ignore this one. especially since I work with animals. NOT PROOFREAD.

—

There wasn't time for Eddie to really get a word out before you were embracing him suddenly. Your face pressed into his neck, already slightly wet- his assumptions- from crying.

It wasn't until minutes after him being on the line that he heard you speak. Your voice barely a whisper.

"Come over?" It was so quiet, and just when he was about to assure you he was, he heard you swalllow before letting out a weak, 'please.'

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

You could feel his breath against you, his cheek pressed onto your head as he whispered it over and over.

You weren't sure how long you guys were there standing, but Eddie never let go. If anything, his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer if it were even possible.

"You kidding? They'd basically push me!" Eddie exaggerated.

"They loved you, Eddie."

Your boyfriends smile fell much like yours had. His eyes got glassy, briefly looking away, and nodding his head at the sentence.

"I thought we were trying to lighten the mood." He chuckled, wiping his face. "And here you are making me cry, foreshame, foreshame..." He said shaking his head, that grin of his, returning.

"Sorry," you mumbled, laying a peck on his temple. "And thank you for coming over and reminding me." You voiced.

Eddie's brows pinched at the last part. "Reminding you?"

You nodded before answering. "Reminding me of the good times."

—

a/n: I typed this in under an hr at work so sorry the ending was abrupt. again, my condolences for your loss.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson blurb

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 days

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@allthingsjoeq TYYYYYYYYY, it means a lot :))))

wrong number

'you get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. come to find out, he's from another decade.’

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing, au (not sure if it would be considered an au but imma put it), mention of modern time. I'm just putting tags I'm not even sure what to tag this under. lmk if there are more.

—

"What?"

Your voice was nothing short of clipped. The results of hearing your phone vibrate too many times for you to tolerate another call going unanswered.

It was abnormal in your opinion. To receive this many calls from the same number within a short time.

"Uh, hello." The voice imitated your previous tone, pulling out the last vowel as he sung it.

He.

If you had to guess, probably no more than your age.

"Y’know I don’t like your tone, we’re going to try this again.” He mouthed.

“Wait, what? No-”

He hung up before you could refuse. Your phone pulled away from your ear as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. And in the midst of that, your phone vibrated, again.

Your finger hovered over the button as you eyed the device, sliding it over when you’d been staring long enough.

“Hello?” You questioned, unsure. The shift in your tone is clearly obvious.

“You learn quickly.”

The same voice replied back, and his response had you narrowing your eyes.

Asshole.

“I had said it before. You were the one who needed the lesson in how to answer back.” You reiterate.

"Who are you?"

"It's your conscience, clearly I haven't been able to get through to you which is why you're probably lacking, well, manners, but- worry not, for I am here."

And you didn't even correct him, and rather than just hang up on someone you didn't know, you stayed on the phone and chose to enlighten him.

"I'm Eddie." His voice pulled you from your thoughts, trying to catch up in the moments you'd been away.

"Huh?"

You could hear chuckling before it was repeated. "My name. You asked me who I was."

Eddie.

You hadn't realized you'd been quiet until Eddie spoke.

To which you rebutted fully knowing he was right, which annoyed you more. Though other than that, the conversation between you two had been decent.

Who were you to question it? It’s not like you could ask anybody what it meant. You weren’t even sure what the words were yourself. I mean you did but nobody said that sort of thing anymore.

Well, it was more him humming, every other minute or so though you’d hear a word, and the more he hummed- the more familiar it sounded.

“Is that…..Metallica?” You peeked, unsure if you were right. His side went quiet the second you said it, and you could assume it was because you were likely wrong in your guess.

“Y-You know Metallica?” Eddie enounced. He was standing upright, his previous stance of leaning on the frame gone, as he stood there with wide eyes and mouth agape at your sudden query.

So you were right.

W-What?

“E-Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re freaking me out.”

“Uhm, look t-this isn’t-” his hand wiped down his face. “W-What are you talking about, man? One minute we're laughing and joking around and the next you��re telling me about your Uncle growing up on Metallica. There’s no way! Mkay?” He was getting agitated, visibly shaken up as he thought about you on the other side in the same state. “Like I said, the band isn’t even that old. It's only been a couple of years, it’s 1986 for christ sake!” And though he had been saying it all so fast, you still understood them. It’s why you felt yourself unable to move upon hearing his last few words.

1986.

The numbers repeated over and over in your head as you stood there.

It’s not possible, it's not possible, it’s not.

He said it like it was true. He didn't just think it was 86', he was saying it like he knew it was. It was just impossible, the year he said, wasn’t the year you were in.

You lifted the phone back up to your ear, hands unable to keep still as you look ahead. Your eyes glassy as you spoke.

“Who are you?”

“I told you. My name is Eddie....and it's 1986."

Your eyes shut as he uttered his name, the lack of deceit evident.

—

a/n: I wasn't sure how to end it.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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thefuseoftemptation · 3 days

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wrong number

'you get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. come to find out, he's from another decade.’

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing, au (not sure if it would be considered an au but imma put it), mention of modern time. I'm just putting tags I'm not even sure what to tag this under. lmk if there are more.

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"What?"

Your voice was nothing short of clipped. The results of hearing your phone vibrate too many times for you to tolerate another call going unanswered.

It was abnormal in your opinion. To receive this many calls from the same number within a short time.

"Uh, hello." The voice imitated your previous tone, pulling out the last vowel as he sung it.

He.

If you had to guess, probably no more than your age.

"Y’know I don’t like your tone, we’re going to try this again.” He mouthed.

“Wait, what? No-”

He hung up before you could refuse. Your phone pulled away from your ear as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. And in the midst of that, your phone vibrated, again.

Your finger hovered over the button as you eyed the device, sliding it over when you’d been staring long enough.

“Hello?” You questioned, unsure. The shift in your tone is clearly obvious.

“You learn quickly.”

The same voice replied back, and his response had you narrowing your eyes.

Asshole.

“I had said it before. You were the one who needed the lesson in how to answer back.” You reiterate.

"Who are you?"

"It's your conscience, clearly I haven't been able to get through to you which is why you're probably lacking, well, manners, but- worry not, for I am here."

And you didn't even correct him, and rather than just hang up on someone you didn't know, you stayed on the phone and chose to enlighten him.

"I'm Eddie." His voice pulled you from your thoughts, trying to catch up in the moments you'd been away.

"Huh?"

You could hear chuckling before it was repeated. "My name. You asked me who I was."

Eddie.

You hadn't realized you'd been quiet until Eddie spoke.

To which you rebutted fully knowing he was right, which annoyed you more. Though other than that, the conversation between you two had been decent.

Who were you to question it? It’s not like you could ask anybody what it meant. You weren’t even sure what the words were yourself. I mean you did but nobody said that sort of thing anymore.

Well, it was more him humming, every other minute or so though you’d hear a word, and the more he hummed- the more familiar it sounded.

“Is that…..Metallica?” You peeked, unsure if you were right. His side went quiet the second you said it, and you could assume it was because you were likely wrong in your guess.

“Y-You know Metallica?” Eddie enounced. He was standing upright, his previous stance of leaning on the frame gone, as he stood there with wide eyes and mouth agape at your sudden query.

So you were right.

W-What?

“E-Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re freaking me out.”

1986.

The numbers repeated over and over in your head as you stood there.

It’s not possible, it's not possible, it’s not.

He said it like it was true. He didn't just think it was 86', he was saying it like he knew it was. It was just impossible, the year he said, wasn’t the year you were in.

You lifted the phone back up to your ear, hands unable to keep still as you look ahead. Your eyes glassy as you spoke.

“Who are you?”

“I told you. My name is Eddie....and it's 1986."

Your eyes shut as he uttered his name, the lack of deceit evident.

—

a/n: I wasn't sure how to end it.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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thefuseoftemptation · 4 days

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wrong number

'you get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. come to find out, he's from another decade.’

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing, au (not sure if it would be considered an au but imma put it), mention of modern time. I'm just putting tags I'm not even sure what to tag this under. lmk if there are more.

—

"What?"

Your voice was nothing short of clipped. The results of hearing your phone vibrate too many times for you to tolerate another call going unanswered.

It was abnormal in your opinion. To receive this many calls from the same number within a short time.

"Uh, hello." The voice imitated your previous tone, pulling out the last vowel as he sung it.

He.

If you had to guess, probably no more than your age.

"Y’know I don’t like your tone, we’re going to try this again.” He mouthed.

“Wait, what? No-”

He hung up before you could refuse. Your phone pulled away from your ear as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. And in the midst of that, your phone vibrated, again.

Your finger hovered over the button as you eyed the device, sliding it over when you’d been staring long enough.

“Hello?” You questioned, unsure. The shift in your tone is clearly obvious.

“You learn quickly.”

The same voice replied back, and his response had you narrowing your eyes.

Asshole.

“I had said it before. You were the one who needed the lesson in how to answer back.” You reiterate.

"Who are you?"

"It's your conscience, clearly I haven't been able to get through to you which is why you're probably lacking, well, manners, but- worry not, for I am here."

And you didn't even correct him, and rather than just hang up on someone you didn't know, you stayed on the phone and chose to enlighten him.

"I'm Eddie." His voice pulled you from your thoughts, trying to catch up in the moments you'd been away.

"Huh?"

You could hear chuckling before it was repeated. "My name. You asked me who I was."

Eddie.

You hadn't realized you'd been quiet until Eddie spoke.

To which you rebutted fully knowing he was right, which annoyed you more. Though other than that, the conversation between you two had been decent.

Who were you to question it? It’s not like you could ask anybody what it meant. You weren’t even sure what the words were yourself. I mean you did but nobody said that sort of thing anymore.

Well, it was more him humming, every other minute or so though you’d hear a word, and the more he hummed- the more familiar it sounded.

“Is that…..Metallica?” You peeked, unsure if you were right. His side went quiet the second you said it, and you could assume it was because you were likely wrong in your guess.

“Y-You know Metallica?” Eddie enounced. He was standing upright, his previous stance of leaning on the frame gone, as he stood there with wide eyes and mouth agape at your sudden query.

So you were right.

W-What?

“E-Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re freaking me out.”

1986.

The numbers repeated over and over in your head as you stood there.

It’s not possible, it's not possible, it’s not.

He said it like it was true. He didn't just think it was 86', he was saying it like he knew it was. It was just impossible, the year he said, wasn’t the year you were in.

You lifted the phone back up to your ear, hands unable to keep still as you look ahead. Your eyes glassy as you spoke.

“Who are you?”

“I told you. My name is Eddie....and it's 1986."

Your eyes shut as he uttered his name, the lack of deceit evident.

—

a/n: I wasn't sure how to end it.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

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thefuseoftemptation · 5 days

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wrong number

'you get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. come to find out, he's from another decade.’

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing, au (not sure if it would be considered an au but imma put it), mention of modern time. I'm just putting tags I'm not even sure what to tag this under. lmk if there are more.

—

"What?"

Your voice was nothing short of clipped. The results of hearing your phone vibrate too many times for you to tolerate another call going unanswered.

It was abnormal in your opinion. To receive this many calls from the same number within a short time.

"Uh, hello." The voice imitated your previous tone, pulling out the last vowel as he sung it.

He.

If you had to guess, probably no more than your age.

"Y’know I don’t like your tone, we’re going to try this again.” He mouthed.

“Wait, what? No-”

He hung up before you could refuse. Your phone pulled away from your ear as your mind tried to catch up with what just happened. And in the midst of that, your phone vibrated, again.

Your finger hovered over the button as you eyed the device, sliding it over when you’d been staring long enough.

“Hello?” You questioned, unsure. The shift in your tone is clearly obvious.

“You learn quickly.”

The same voice replied back, and his response had you narrowing your eyes.

Asshole.

“I had said it before. You were the one who needed the lesson in how to answer back.” You reiterate.

"Who are you?"

"It's your conscience, clearly I haven't been able to get through to you which is why you're probably lacking, well, manners, but- worry not, for I am here."

And you didn't even correct him, and rather than just hang up on someone you didn't know, you stayed on the phone and chose to enlighten him.

"I'm Eddie." His voice pulled you from your thoughts, trying to catch up in the moments you'd been away.

"Huh?"

You could hear chuckling before it was repeated. "My name. You asked me who I was."

Eddie.

You hadn't realized you'd been quiet until Eddie spoke.

To which you rebutted fully knowing he was right, which annoyed you more. Though other than that, the conversation between you two had been decent.

Who were you to question it? It’s not like you could ask anybody what it meant. You weren’t even sure what the words were yourself. I mean you did but nobody said that sort of thing anymore.

Well, it was more him humming, every other minute or so though you’d hear a word, and the more he hummed- the more familiar it sounded.

“Is that…..Metallica?” You peeked, unsure if you were right. His side went quiet the second you said it, and you could assume it was because you were likely wrong in your guess.

“Y-You know Metallica?” Eddie enounced. He was standing upright, his previous stance of leaning on the frame gone, as he stood there with wide eyes and mouth agape at your sudden query.

So you were right.

W-What?

“E-Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re freaking me out.”

1986.

The numbers repeated over and over in your head as you stood there.

It’s not possible, it's not possible, it’s not.

He said it like it was true. He didn't just think it was 86', he was saying it like he knew it was. It was just impossible, the year he said, wasn’t the year you were in.

You lifted the phone back up to your ear, hands unable to keep still as you look ahead. Your eyes glassy as you spoke.

“Who are you?”

“I told you. My name is Eddie....and it's 1986."

Your eyes shut as he uttered his name, the lack of deceit evident.

—

a/n: I wasn't sure how to end it.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

#strangerprompts #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot

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thefuseoftemptation · 5 days

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Eddie x reader, oral fixation ?

(Maybe Sexual but in a domestic way? Like not outright sex but sexual things in a casual fluffy setting, if that makes sense. Or just do what you want with it x)

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

warning(s): cussing, pre-established relationship, suggestive themes, oral fixation (not sure if that has to be put but imma put it anyway). NOT PROOFREAD. If this isn’t what you like, DON’T READ.

a/n: It’s just a blurb and I wasn’t too sure what you were requesting and it’s not you, I’m just slow as shit. so if it wasn’t what you were looking for just lmk.

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If it weren’t for the finger in your mouth, and the obvious suggestions that came with it (had someone seen), it would’ve been seen as any other sort of display of affection.

But Eddie’s finger was in your mouth, your back pressed up to his front.

It was in every sense very sexual looking, but the intentions behind it were anything but that. While he wasn’t one to keep his mind in the clear when it came to having such an attractive person in his arms, in this case you, he wasn’t always trying to get something out of it. Most of the time when you guys were like this, it was without your awareness that what you were doing was sexual.

Probably because it was something that came so casually for you two, you never saw it as anything but that.

Your oral fixation had been something that often earned you some looks in the past, and the reason why Eddie had been so unfazed by it when he first saw how much you’d be messing with your mouth, was because he himself had it too.

It’d been one time when you absentmindedly pulled his finger between your lips when you were speaking under your breath about something. And while at the time, it caused a few questions to rise, he never assumed it’d go further than you just needing to occupy yourself. He just went along with it.

Eddie had wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he always did when he wanted you close, his hand had come up to thumb your temples and it was just natural that it lowered as he went.

He didn’t even have to look to know what he was doing or to see how you’d respond.

His thumb grazed over your lips, absentmindedly. Your current effort of trying to count your teeth with your tongue, forgotten, as you pulled his finger between your mouth. Your hand over his as you intertwined your guy’s fingers, your thumb on top of his own that was being pressed to your bottom lip.

It was so casual for the two of you, just lying there in each others arm like any other couple would. The only thing was you had your boyfriends finger in your mouth as he went on about the new dice he got.

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thefuseoftemptation · 6 days

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Eddie x reader, oral fixation ?

(Maybe Sexual but in a domestic way? Like not outright sex but sexual things in a casual fluffy setting, if that makes sense. Or just do what you want with it x)

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

a/n: It’s just a blurb and I wasn’t too sure what you were requesting and it’s not you, I’m just slow as shit. so if it wasn’t what you were looking for just lmk.

—

If it weren’t for the finger in your mouth, and the obvious suggestions that came with it (had someone seen), it would’ve been seen as any other sort of display of affection.

But Eddie’s finger was in your mouth, your back pressed up to his front.

Probably because it was something that came so casually for you two, you never saw it as anything but that.

Eddie had wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he always did when he wanted you close, his hand had come up to thumb your temples and it was just natural that it lowered as he went.

He didn’t even have to look to know what he was doing or to see how you’d respond.

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thefuseoftemptation · 6 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/thefuseoftemptation/748335573387935744/eddie-x-reader-oral-fixation-maybe-sexual-but?source=share

I sent that anon

I was kinda thinking of non penetrative sex/casual intimacy like people who call someone like daddy or whatever while theyre shopping, spanking and playing with their butt while watching tv cus its still technically sexual play in a non sex setting, but i was honestly open for anything, casual intimicy was a word i was looking for, like i said you could do what ever you wanted with it

I was looking for something where it felt like a bubble of trust really

Its perfect, its so soft and beautifully written

I may have re read it a couple of times, i love your writing xx

Even if it wasn’t what you had in mind when you requested, I’m still glad you liked it. Thank you so much for your words and thanks for requesting!

#asks #ngl I’m not one for the whole ‘daddy’ type thing #it just ain’t me #but thanks again for your request and letting me know

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thefuseoftemptation · 6 days

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Eddie x reader, oral fixation ?

(Maybe Sexual but in a domestic way? Like not outright sex but sexual things in a casual fluffy setting, if that makes sense. Or just do what you want with it x)

eddie munson x reader/ eddie munson x gn!reader

a/n: It’s just a blurb and I wasn’t too sure what you were requesting and it’s not you, I’m just slow as shit. so if it wasn’t what you were looking for just lmk.

—

If it weren’t for the finger in your mouth, and the obvious suggestions that came with it (had someone seen), it would’ve been seen as any other sort of display of affection.

But Eddie’s finger was in your mouth, your back pressed up to his front.

Probably because it was something that came so casually for you two, you never saw it as anything but that.

Eddie had wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he always did when he wanted you close, his hand had come up to thumb your temples and it was just natural that it lowered as he went.

He didn’t even have to look to know what he was doing or to see how you’d respond.

#asks #requests #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson blurb

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