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title: 𝕰𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘( Eddie Munson X OC)

˗ˏˋ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 (x)ˎˊ˗

synopsis:

"They say that the legend of Nocteris echoes only in the hearts destined to meet. But what if this echo is so strong that it transcends time and memory?"

Love never made sense to Eddie Munson.

With a cynical view and a shielded heart, he believed that fate was always against him. Until a girl came into his life, and everything changed.

He rolled a 2 and saw her for the first time, laughing with her friends while he played with his band.

He rolled a 5 and, that night without rules, she gave him a glimpse of something deeper in the night.

He rolled a 7 and showered her with compliments at graduation, and for the first time, he saw her beyond the idealized girl – she had something much deeper.

He rolled a 10 and, while she was going through her own inner struggles, he found himself wanting to protect her, but not knowing how.

He rolled a 12 and, after a night full of laughter and confessions, he realized that she was changing his view of love.

He rolled a 15 and, even when everything seemed confused, their hearts were more connected by the echo of feelings.

And when he rolled a 20, he knew that love was never a game, and that he had won the lottery of love, but had no idea, until it happened. The bat of Love bit your soul, and nothing would be the same again.

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♥ format: longfic; canon divergence, headcanon's

Characters:

♥ pairing: modern eddie munson x fem oc( self insertion but you is quinn)

♥ warning:

Eddie Munson/Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Drug Use, Childhood Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Sadness/Grief, Childhood Friends, Original Character(s), Bullying, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Protective Eddie Munson, Background Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Basketball Eddie Munson, Explicit Sexual Content, Eddie Munson has a Crush on Quinn Josephine, So many references 80's time, Eddie Munson Has a Sister, Eddie Munson moms Headcanon, Past Jason Carver/Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Antonella Munson, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things), Minor Eddie Munson/Original Character(s), Adopted Sibling Relationship, Quinn Josephine has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Loss of Virginity, Good Friend Dustin Henderson, A rewrite of Stranger Things for Eddie Non-canon Love Circle, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Protective Parent Jim "Chief" Hopper, Denial of Feelings, Good Friend Eddie Munson, Character Death, Smoking, Eddie Munson Lives, Blow Jobs, Eddie Munson is an ABBA Fan, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Eddie is a simp but just for Quinn, Eddie Munson has Golden Retriever Energy, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Daddy Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Breeding Kink, Degradation Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Eddie Munson is an Rob Zombie Fan

A/N: first i got say, welcome. Second: I know in this fandom people dont like and almost is not looking for fanfic with "OCS", stories like mine aren't popular in this fandom, but i have a porpuse, this fic/au. can be the best love story of eddie and his love role(headcanon). so, please support me, you'll reblog for it can arrive the right persons, that they like OCS!

Good reading🫦♥️

14. True Blue

— Shall we go to the living room, dear? — He asks sweetly, opening the closet to get some blankets.

I smile and accept the invitation like a clueless person. Before that, I try to find Eddie's face between the blankets.

I get up from the bed and offer to help him, aware of the weight of the fabrics compared to mine. He refuses, but I insist, pulling the blankets from his hands. However, being clumsy, I end up falling with the weight of them on top of me.

Eddie struggles to contain his laughter when he sees me lying in front of the bed.

— If I hear a single laugh, you'll hear it from me, Munson! — I barked.

— How cute, your size doesn't stand a chance against the molecules that make blankets heavy! — He says, feeling like a physics genius.

— You think you're tall? Fuck you before I forget!

— Learn to swear, my dear... — He challenges me. — Hold the blankets more carefully, otherwise you'll drop everything before we get to the living room!

I get out of bed, wanting to punch him. Eddie can't stop laughing when he sees me panting from exhaustion.

— Eddie, stop laughing. I'm more of a man than you in many ways! — I exclaim, and he starts laughing even harder.

— We'll sort out this size issue later. You'll get something big later... — He says in an enigmatic tone, and for a moment, I wish I had played dumb!

— Quinn, I was talking about my hand. I can't believe you thought of something dirty! — He widens his eyes, feigning innocence.

— It couldn't have been your hands, you're so clueless!! — I reply, laughing provocatively.

— I think it's cute, my angry girlfriend. Can't I love that? — He asks, looking at me with those doe eyes.

—EDDIE, ARE YOU A MASOCHIST?—He's about to confess that he's Grey from Howling. But the one in the Nine and a Half Weeks version with Mickey Rourke.

— If you let me, I won't be able to hold back, my dear. Sometimes it seems that, besides being hot, you're also cute...

— You want to throw me on the bed and fuck me, do you? — I tease him with dirty thoughts.

He is speechless, swallowing hard. To disguise the erection in his voice, Eddie throws the blankets on the couch.

— Eddie, um... Why so many blankets? Let's build a fort?

I try to understand his intentions, but he remains silent, leaving me tense and full of anxiety.

— Edward... Are you deaf or did you buy a ticket to Mars? — I pout, realizing that I'll probably be talking to myself.

— I want to try something with you... but first you need to trust me and get the sheet, okay?

— Whatever it is, don't talk to me in code because I'm not a bar product.

He gives me the cold shoulder. I agree to everything he wants to do, and Eddie throws a sheet over my head, but not completely.

Is it crazy to think my boyfriend is acting like a five year old?

Without much choice, I put the sheet on. He takes my hand and guides me to the door, where there is a window on the other side of the kitchen.

— I promise you'll have fun like when we were childhood friends! — He assures, pursing his lips.

— Why the hell are we wearing headscarves?

— There's a Halloween party here in the neighborhood, the birthday of the neighbor's niece's daughter, Dorothy. Why don't we dress up as ghosts and scare the kids? — He repeats, almost like a child asking his mother for candy.

— Well, you're a fan of slashers, but isn't this crazy? What if the kids call their parents to hunt us down?

— But you talk like I'm a maniac, I just want to have fun. What's wrong with that? — He understands my idea and smiles happily.

— I thought you didn't like children…

— I don't like spoiled children, but imagine? Scaring them? I want to practice being a father, Quinn!

— I'm claustrophobic with a sheet over my face, Eddie.

— I promise... — he sighs. — Come on, are you really going to deny your Eddie a request like that? — He pouts like a crybaby.

— I'm scared because it's dark outside and there might be thieves, I don't know.

— So what? I'll keep them out of my girl's way. Besides, the dark can be fun when you're not alone.

— You keep getting the impression that you want to have children. Make hairy babies! — I shoot, laughing.

— Like... industrializing them? That's inhumane, Quinn! — He steps away from me, taking a step back but laughing like a madman.

— Not in that sense, you idiot! I'm talking about planning fur babies with me…

— Ah, a love ritual? I'm one hundred percent up for it. — He smiles obscenely.

After that little direct flirtation, I decide to please him and go along with the childish and crazy game, perhaps it would give us some fun stories in the future.

— Let's scare the children, otherwise I'll lose more brain cells if I keep talking to you, love!

Eddie laughs and gives me a bear hug that nearly crushes me. I pull off the blanket and watch Eddie do the same. I approach the window to watch the movement on the street.

There's activity in the Mountain Park trailer park neighborhood.

As Eddie puts on the sheet and assumes the ghost position, we approach the window. He gives me an appraising look. Together, we imitate ghosts, making classic sounds like "Uhhh Uhh!"

The girls freeze, paralyzed with fear. We shake off the sheets, and the group of dressed children run home as if they were running from a maniac.

We laughed at their panic. I never thought I had so much fun outside of Halloween month.

— Mom, there are ghosts in Howling. I swear there are! — Says a girl, terrified.

We run after them, chasing them like crazy. But there comes a point when we give up on scaring them. Eddie suggests we go back to the trailer. We close the metal door, pull the covers off our heads, and laugh so hard my cheeks hurt.

Eddie says, breathless:

— Now they're going to talk about the Satanist panic. The girl called her mother saying there were ghosts in Howling! — He comments, still laughing.

— Don't make a fuss, it was fun, Eddie. No one is going to put you behind bars and if they try. They'll see me, I swear! — I say protectively.

— How cute. Honey, did you have fun? — Eddie runs his fingers over my cheek.

I nod, smiling.

After a few more laughs, Eddie grabs a blanket and spreads it on the messy couch. I'm curious to know what else he has in mind.

— It's okay, Klung. Since we caught the night breeze and you can't get sick.

— You'd be a great husband, taking care of me like that so I don't catch a cold. Oh, how sweet. And I want to hug you until I suffocate!

He can't help but smile and give me kisses all over my face and neck. And then we switch roles, and I shower him with my over-the-top love squared.

— Mmm... There shouldn't be such an addictive kiss — I murmur, pressing my lips together.

—Really? Hm, I think we invented love. Don't you think, Quinn?

— I don't really know what to say, I'm almost like Shakespeare when I'm in love... — I reveal, and he smiles beautifully.

— Of course, you can be whoever you want. Be yourself, and you'll be at peace, dear. — He stops talking and remains silent, watching me with those puppy dog eyes.

— What, Eddie? — I ask, worried.

— Nothing, it just doesn't seem real. I'm not the same outcast kid from school anymore...

— I don't understand. Is that bad, my beautiful star?

— No, but it's just... I never thought you'd make me mature so soon...

As I gaze at her cherry-colored face, admiring every detail, our eyes meet, creating a hypnotic connection on another galactic level.

Eddie clears his throat, and the unexpected sound makes me jump.

— I need to go to my room, but I'll be right back, darling... — He interrupts the moment of tenderness in which our souls seemed about to merge.

I see Eddie walking away and running towards the bedroom, quickening his pace. While he's gone, I try to find a place for my backpack, ending up leaving it on the couch.

I look around, taking in the details of the small living room. My eyes drift to the corner, especially to the bookshelf, where his collections of CDs and high fantasy books rest, organized alphabetically and by color, like the colors of the rainbow.

Eddie had a box of novels on his shelf, among them soft porn films. Next to them were the classic horror and slasher films.

Not satisfied, driven by curiosity and the urgency to find him, I search the whole house, but there is no sign of him.

Neither in the living room nor in the other rooms. When I give up trying to find him, I approach the shelf where his collection of CDs and vinyl records from the golden era are.

Eddie has diverse tastes and is a true lover of vintage eras.

Curious, I go there, open the little door and come across his CD collection. From Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, to a box set of Michael Jackson and The Beatles.

Suddenly, Eddie appears behind me. His hot breath makes me nervous.

— How long have you been spying on me, huh? — I jump in fright when he tries to surprise me.

— I think I just fell in love with your personal bookshelf…

— Do you like my collections?

— Your musical taste is very similar to mine. And worse, you're my mirror, damn it!

— Honey, we're like twin flames. — He winks, and I'm left speechless by his flirting.

---

Without saying anything, I walk away and go to the couch, feeling strange with the intensity of the moment. My hands are cold, a wave of nervousness invades me.

— How about something more... physical? — Eddie approaches the couch, placing his hands on the back.

He reads my lips with his eyes, studying every expression on my rosy face. I close my eyes and he presses his lips to mine. But I startle when I feel the collision, almost as if I were in space.

Suddenly, I push him away.

— Damn... what was that? — he asks, sitting next to me with a worried look.

The curly-haired man closes his eyes and leaves one half-open, looking at me sideways, as if he was waiting for an answer about the sudden kiss.

— Don't be tense. — I rub his arms.

Eddie looks at me intently, searching for answers in my eyes, the windows to my soul.

— So you say that my kisses on other lips are not good? — His words have a double meaning, but he sounds melancholic.

— What did you say??— I wasn't surprised. He knew how to make me tremble to the core. The epicenter of my fantasies, he knew the door to enter. Damn the time when I forget the key and he steals it.

He stands back, feeling a little awkward for seeming to force the moment.

— I'm a failure at giving love, at loving you. You're never satisfied. — He punishes himself, making me nervous.

— No, it was never about being enough to give love. You are my greatest love, Eddie. — I look at him seriously.

— My father was right, Quinn. Now I see how weak I am with women and everything I touch crumbles. Like dust…— He says, his face lowered and he squints his eyes, as if he feels angry.

— Your father never knew how to value the family he had. You are not where you came from, you are so worthy of love and acceptance!

I can't hide the anger I feel. Alanfiero should have seen his son grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth as someone to be proud of, and no, he didn't have to see Eddie as someone who was ashamed of his charming yet chaotic nature. But I love this guy and the chaos that surrounds him like a planet orbiting in space.

— My father abandoned me... I was just a child. He knew I wouldn't honor the Munson line. — He almost cries, and I take my hands in his and press them gently.

— No, my angel. You're Edward Munson. The dream of... women... — I stammer. It's definitely nervousness.

— Are you sure, Quinn? There's still time for you to run away from me, as if I were a Lich. — He scratches his neck, probably in denial.

— I'll swear at you if you ever stoop again, Eddie!

— I wish things in my life hadn't gone so wrong. You were the only thing that went right. And I don't want to lose you to any thoughtless choice...

I never know what to say to someone who is tormented, but I hope to become their point of comfort after Eddie finds himself.

— You are amazing to those who care about you and know who you are. Don't doubt for a second that people love you, Eddie!

— Make me see how you see me, Quinn? Please? — He asks with red eyes and my heart almost goes sick.

I'm silent for a moment and then I say:

— I will, but it will be my way. And that includes punches and kisses. Is that okay? Or do you want to give up?

— Damn, I can never tell you how much I love you. You're beautiful, perfect and mine... — He says passionately, pouring all his love into me.

I feel like a bowl full of candy. It's weird, but it's like being filled with sweet things, when Eddie declares himself to me like a sick man in love.

— About the kiss... I love the way you hold my face. And how you pour love into me. — I admit, a little shy and bold.

He looks at me, skeptical.

— You're sexy even when it comes to love. I want you to never change, no matter how much they want you to change, don't change. — He demands that I open up to him about every thought, with a serious but very enchanted look.

— I don't intend to. I just want you to not be afraid of being human. Cry as much as you want, as long as I can cry with you... — I assure, running my fingers along his jaw trying to record every tiny feature that the poet burns in a beautiful poem that captivates.

He still wears a droopy, melancholic expression, which makes me reconsider my approach.

— And if my kiss were classified, where would it be?

- I don't know. Argh, oops, defensive? Is this how basketball works? — I ask, not trusting my sports slang skills.

He looks at me, surprised.

— You know, right? Have you ever been involved with an athlete before? — He asks, curious.

— And does it matter, Eddie Munson? — I'm not offended, I'm just being a good actress.

— Did you hook up with someone, like, fall in love before you liked me? — He raises an eyebrow, pretending not to be jealous.

— There have been cases, but it was never real. Because I only have eyes for you. Even though I know you are the perpetrator of the crime: Ghostface's anonymous flirt!

He laughs, tries to contain his laughter, but he can't because his laughter alternates between funny and nervous noises.

— Guilty! Wow... I didn't know how to approach you otherwise! — He defends his behavior.

—I couldn't have suspected, Eddie. You've always loved the movie Scream since you were a kid! — I reply, feigning indignation.

— Okay, blame me. Hmm... Are you happy to spend the night in Munson's trailer? Or do you want to run for the hills? — Eddie rubs his fingers on the back of my neck and leads the way.

— I'm not going to lie, I got excited thinking about sleeping with you and smelling your weed and your Harley scent...

— Do you really exist, Quinn Josephine Klung? — He asks, holding my face like a puppy.

— Hey... How do you feel?

— Excluded from the Munsons, and that's been making me anxious for some time now. And ever since my heart was broken... — He confesses, unsure that I won't take this seriously.

— I can solve this with a punch. Who was it, Eddie? — I ask, with a hint of anger.

— It's not your job to hold my world up when it falls, darling. — He whines, but I slap his arm reprimandingly and make him look at me.

— The only weight you carry is that of being a badass guitarist who has no idea how amazing you are! — I say, holding his hand on my thigh.

— Ouch, my cheeks... — He mumbles, taking my hands and placing them on his face.

I carefully pull my hands away, not wanting anything to interrupt our more mature interaction with the adults. Since we are both fans of physical contact, which previously seemed like a challenge.

—Holding on to pain is like poisoning yourself, Eddie. — I suggest, trying to help.

He lets out a little laugh, but he knows I'm serious, that my conflicted heart is fine. A past of pain similar to his.

— You will still be loved for the paths that lead you to music. People will cry to take a picture with you. — I assure him, smiling and caressing his hands gently. I can feel him shiver at the touch.

— I don't want this concept of being the king of the world. — He comments, rubbing his hands on my legs.

— Alright, humble people!

— At the end of the day, I just want to do the right thing for me. For both of us. — He kisses my hand, and the warmth of it comforts me.

— I'm not perfect, Eddie.

— But you are, in your own way, and no one can change that. Because if you want to change. The guy can talk to me with my palette stuck up his ass! — He protests, pouting.

— You have no idea who you're loving, you'd run away if you knew I have shadows too…

— Who cares about shadows? We're all monsters at some point, love.

— How awful, Eddie. Am I Godzilla? — I say, a little sentimental but inside I want to laugh until I die.

— Oh, shut up. — Eddie seems to have an epiphany. — Damn, you make me take my clothes off with words.

I look at him, surprised at how emotionally open he is becoming.

— The nakedness of the soul is beautiful, isn't it. Hey, rocker?

— Maybe a little of your love has banished my pain and every damn shadow that comes back strong when I fall. — He admits, smiling.

With Eddie by my side, I know I can face anything negative.

---

Eddie attacks me when I'm off guard. He jumps on top of me, almost knocking me off the couch.

It seems impossible that someone can break another person's sadness, but he does, and I'm amazed every time. And we are a better team by helping to reintegrate each other's worlds. Polishing them like Lego pieces.

— Come on, tickle fight! — Eddie yells, knowing he's putting his life at risk.

— GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU STEAMROLLER! — I shout, but he pretends not to hear, acting like a disobedient child.

— It's not the way you smile. It touches my heart. It's not the way you kiss. It destroys me... — Eddie recites the Beatles, while pressing me against the couch. He stands up and makes me dance with him to the music.

His brief display of affection makes my eyes shine, as if stars were reflected in them. I dance in his arms, like in an old movie, only without the time travel.

Eddie spins me around, but I fall to the ground.

The rocker looks at me worriedly and starts patting and tapping my face to wake me up.

— DAMN... JOSEPHINE?? ARE YOU OKAY?

I regain my senses in seconds.

— I thought I was going to live in a sarcophagus, I saw some dark things. — I say, dizzily, and he steps back, embarrassed.

—I guess... I got a little carried away? — He feels guilty for his rash action.

I start to laugh at his insistence on worrying.

— Hey, this is love... I'm not going to die, calm down? — I call, and he comes back, sitting near my knees on the floor.

— Are you really okay or just pretending?

I nod that I'm “ok”.

— That's great, honey. What a scare, damn, you make me feel so free that I get excited like a child! — He describes how he feels when he's around me.

— You're a lovelorn idiot, but I love you. Because you bring out the best in me and I take care of my worst. — I exclaim, standing up and slowly sitting on the couch.

— Hm, maybe I'm a fool for that mouth, those autumn-colored eyes…

— God, you're so beautiful. Did you know that? — I hold his jaw firmly. And I twirl my finger around it.

— I love you. You make life seem painless. Like breathing is divine, Quinn. — He confesses, looking sincerely into my eyes.

I feel my heart melt with his sincere words. It's amazing how he can make me feel so special with his philosophical phrases.

— You saved my little girl who was sad and excluded, thank you... — I admit, feeling a comforting warmth envelop me.

Our lips meet in a sensual kiss, full of passion. Eddie's hands grip my waist as the kisses intensify. Each movement of ours seems to reach a hellish nirvana. Our bodies intertwine in the thin air, dancing to the sound of the music written on our lips.

No matter how cliché it is, this is how I feel. This is where I should be: in Eddie Munson's arms.

---

Followed by kisses, Eddie and I settle into the couch, exchanging intense glances as our hands intertwine.

— Mm... — I try to breathe, still out of breath, swinging my agitated tongue against the roof of my mouth. — You still take my breath away with that damn tongue, Munson.

— I love kissing your lips, making you philosophize in my mouth. — He smiles. — Hm, hey… give me a nickname? — The curiosity in his eyes is evident.

— Peanut? I don't know, hm, Snoopy? — I joke, playing with our hands.

— You're Woodstock, so small, you look like a dwarf sperm.— He says, unable to contain himself, still with a playful tone.

—Wow, do you hate me, love? — I feel offended, and I still have the mood intact of being at your feet.

— Snoopy drives Woodstock crazy, Eddie, so you're the beagle.

After exchanging couple comparisons, we laugh about it, and he starts imitating the beagle, with the same mischievous gestures, making us fall to the floor laughing. He notices my Corroded Coffin sweatshirt in pink letters.

— Now I get it... You're advertising my band. It makes me want to hug you! — He jokes, smiling like a fool.

— I'm a fan. Do you think I'm a squeeze toy, Munson?

— You're my toy, darling. — He says, his face close to mine, watching me melt like ice cream in the sun on Sunday.

Before he could continue with the compliments, I slapped him across the face without thinking much.

— HEY!! — He exclaims, surprised.

I remain silent, not knowing what to say. He looks at me, so I try to ease the situation.

— Oops, I think… I heard my intrusive thoughts! — I try to explain my wrongdoing.

He seems to doubt me, not understanding why I slapped him for no reason.

— Seriously? — He teases, mischievously. — Hm, don't you want to try again? — He challenges me, but I prefer not to go any further.

— Since when are you interested in sadism? Are you crazy?

Eddie looks at me intensely, as if he expects me to fall into his web of love. I feel a scent of boldness take over the room, between us, orbiting.

— I may have punishments for you, dear.

The threatening tone in his words makes me change the subject, but he doesn't let me escape. He draws my attention back like a spider hunting a fly, but with his thoughts rather than physically.

— You didn't answer... Do you want to be punished? — He asks, with a serious, almost magnetic look.

I try to divert my attention, feeling a heat rise in my throat. Eddie has this annoying habit of teasing me, and it makes me furious within seconds. I know there's some truth to this, but I don't want to admit it.

My eyes reveal what I try to hide, and he notices everything.

He keeps teasing me, making me uncomfortable.

— Do you want to hold back from kissing me or slapping me? — He whispers, in a seductive voice, in my ear.

I snuggle up to him, putting my face in his neck, feeling his intoxicating scent, without any malice, and he gives in.

— Everyone can see it, some can't. Quinn, you're my nirvana. Believe me, I was a corroded coffin — He confesses, caressing my face using the name of the band itself as a reference.

— How cute, oh...

— See how your fingers almost close together? I love your little hand close to mine. I never want to lose this contact... Stay with me, love me. — says Eddie, intertwining our hands.

— I'm here, aren't I? I'm not going to leave, okay?

Eddie's insecurity reflects the moment when life tore us apart, only to bring us back together, showing that in the end, we were made for each other.

— Sometimes it feels like you're going to run away, Quinn... I'm afraid you'll get tired of me. It was a beautiful fate, wasn't it?

I think about the answer, trying to be kind.

— I'm not going anywhere, okay? You saw all my torments and you didn't leave. You're here, and I love you so much, Munson.

Eddie hugs me, as if my torments were his too, and our pieces fit together almost perfectly.

— My Quinn, you shouldn't be ashamed of feeling things deeply, okay? — He comforts me, hugging me. I can feel his heart racing.

— Traumas are unpleasant things that devour the soul.

— Hey, don't wake me up if it's just a dream? — He says, his eyes shining with emotion and laying his head on my lap.

— Am I beautiful? In what way?

I don't believe someone like Eddie sees anything special in me. The darkness is still a part of me, but he seems to see beyond that, beyond dragons and dungeons.

— In any context, from behind, from the side, from the front, from behind... From the soul! — He answers boldly, making me laugh.

— I love how you take my pain away, you know... There's a song, a chorus, that reminds me of our moments. — He runs his fingers delicately over my belly.

“Which one, Eddie?” I ask, genuinely curious.

— I've heard every verse. I've cried so many times. Those tears won't fall again. I'm so excited because you're my best friend. So if you ever doubt. Wonder what love is. Just think and remember, darling. Those words whispered in your ear, I said; True love. You're the only one I'm dreaming of, Your heart fits me like a glove. And I'll be true blue, baby, I love you.

— Ah, True Blue... — I get emotional, feeling the depth of the music, and he gently wipes the tears from my face. — Is it about comfort?

— Yes, you are my home. — He kisses my temple. — Now, about dragons and inner demons, I guarantee that mine will make yours run. — He challenges me, with a provocative smile.

— I don't believe there is anyone with more demons than me... — I answer quietly, with doubt.

He lets out a laugh.

— Ah, Quinn, we can fight your dragons with kukris. We're friends, first and foremost. I swear...

— If you run away, I'll kill you! — I say, holding tightly onto his Hellfire shirt.

— Hey, do you want to see something? — He lifts my hands and I'm confused.

— Obscene? — I ask, trying to understand what he wants to show me, but he shakes his head.

— No, look, some people pass through your life like the seasons... Even if you don't believe it, you leave a mark on someone's life. Like when you compliment someone who has never received a sincere compliment. Or understand them in a way that no one else has ever understood. You have that gift. It was that gift that made me fall in love with you. Intensely...

— God, I'm not a goddess, Munson. — And with that he lifts his head from my lap.

— It’s weird to say this, but be kind to yourself. You’re also an essay that needs to be written with patience. — He says, clasping our hands together again.

I feel like two planets are colliding: Venus and Mars, who in mythology were lovers...

I can only smile, like an idiot.

— Do I have a fever? — He infers, looking at me adoringly, analyzing every part of me with his guitar-calloused fingers.

— You make me dizzy. Eddie Munson, before Quinn Josephine, didn’t know what sunny days were. He lived with hypocritical clouds…

He completes.

— That's maturity, even though you have the soul of a hellish child, I can handle your beatings as long as they end in passionate hugs and kisses.

— Stop flattering me. — I put my hands in front of my face, but he makes me remove them, patiently.

— Don't hide from me, I want to see that beautiful face.

— I've always been yours. We get distracted by trivial things, but we don't look at what orbits us, which is so simple and lovely, damn it.

---

After we spend some time exchanging caresses, Eddie turns to me and takes my hand.

— You don't even know, but so much nonsense went through my head about you being with that idiot Carver or Harrington...

— Were you jealous? — I pinch his cheeks, and he looks at me, angry.

— OK, DID YOU... LOSE? — He bursts into an awkward laugh. — Jealousy is cute, but not the crazy kind that suffocates, for God's sake!

— I don't... — He sighs deeply, moving away a little, stopping near the mossy sofa. — Okay, I was jealous. So jealous, especially when you talked about Harrington and didn't look at me first!

“Come here, jealous Munson.” I pat the couch like he’s a kitten, but when he doesn’t come, I pull him down onto the couch, covering his sullen face with kisses. Eddie can barely breathe, overcome by my affection.

— I wanted you, but I was just the weirdo you would never look at in a romantic, affectionate way...

— Shhh… — I exclaim, irritated, hugging him tightly.

—That idiot Jason almost grabbed you, just like Harrington's little quiff...

— Shut up and kiss me until your tongue thanks you?

The tension between desire and resentment makes me give in, and we begin an intense kiss, but slowly it turns into the kind of kiss that only the two of us know how to give — the one that is ours.

— I burn with you. My bones, everything. — He brings my hand to his heart, asking if I don't see his heart burning.

I can feel your irregular pulse, but I'm speechless. I just want to hear your heartbeat and be able to count it from one to a hundred.

— Do you enjoy excommunicating me from purity, Munson? — I tease, and we continue this back and forth.

— Of course, redhead... you're the very definition of fire in the ass, just like Charmander! — He intertwines his fingers in my red curls.

— Devour me? — I whisper, biting his right earlobe.

— Mmh… — He trails off, looking at my lips and how they move. — If you want, spit those words in my mouth. It'll be divine, Quinn.

I feel like there was more to be said, but appearances always speak louder than words. As in "Enjoy The Silence," words — like violence — break the silence.

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title: 𝕰𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘( Eddie Munson X OC)

˗ˏˋ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 (x)ˎˊ˗

synopsis:

"They say that the legend of Nocteris echoes only in the hearts destined to meet. But what if this echo is so strong that it transcends time and memory?"

Love never made sense to Eddie Munson.

With a cynical view and a shielded heart, he believed that fate was always against him. Until a girl came into his life, and everything changed.

He rolled a 2 and saw her for the first time, laughing with her friends while he played with his band.

He rolled a 5 and, that night without rules, she gave him a glimpse of something deeper in the night.

He rolled a 7 and showered her with compliments at graduation, and for the first time, he saw her beyond the idealized girl – she had something much deeper.

He rolled a 10 and, while she was going through her own inner struggles, he found himself wanting to protect her, but not knowing how.

He rolled a 12 and, after a night full of laughter and confessions, he realized that she was changing his view of love.

He rolled a 15 and, even when everything seemed confused, their hearts were more connected by the echo of feelings.

♥ format: longfic; canon divergence, headcanon's

Characters:

♥ pairing: modern eddie munson x fem oc( self insertion but you is quinn)

♥ warning:

I released this chapter and ran awayyyyy because have a reference to someone🦇👀🕷💅

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15. Taste Me

Lying on the couch, Eddie holds my shoulder, looking at me and forgetting, for a second, the hot atmosphere between us. Sometimes I wonder why the metalhead sees me as some kind of Aphrodite, he effortlessly is just there for me, and he knows the things I'm capable of and treats me like the mature woman that I am.

A woman does not need someone to show her how to be, a man who takes her away from the sound of her heart beating and vibrating. A woman needs a man who loves her heart, and always keeps it beating with that same dreamy and capable vibration.

I think there is no greater and more beautiful gratification than being loved for who you are, and not for what you do.

— Honey, do you want to watch a movie? Oh, that actor I love! — I ask, hoping he accepts without me smelling jealousy.

— Maybe I'm not a fan of the guy, but what wouldn't I do for my beautiful and naughty girlfriend, huh?

— You're not a fan of Jack... Quinn? What do you mean? — I comment so inspired that it makes Eddie furious.

— Oh, come on, why this judgment. The guy is good, he's just a bit bland, he seems more like food for women with illusory fantasies. — Eddie says a little uncomfortable.

— It's just admiration, Munson... I dreamed about him, something erotic, but I'm not going to get into an argument... — I murmur, not wanting to create problems, but I see that I set fire to roasted straw. Now I'm going to play with your short fuse vs jealousy.

The conversation takes an unexpected turn when Eddie seems to become uncomfortable and jealous. Literally, a fierce dragon.

— Yeah, cool. He ate you in your imagination, of course, you leave your boyfriend aside even in your dreams. — he makes another bitter comment.

— Can you stop? I shouldn't have opened my mouth. Can't you swallow your jealousy, man? — I try to explain, but the situation gets tense, and being rational now feels like pointing a bazooka in my face.

— You had sex with him, what did you feel? — he asks, his eyes widening, with a touch of possession and insecurity.

— I can't talk about that, it's private information.

— Why? Does what you’re hiding have anything to do with the government? — he retorts.

— It's not cool to talk about these things with you, I would be a fool with your feelings.

— The talent he has for making movies, I have for making you moan. — Eddie comes closer, putting his mouth to my ear, whispering some spell.

— Why are you jealous if I admire Jack? — I ask, with our faces close, with my hand on his thighs.

— You said he was hot once when talking to a friend. I know very well what I heard! — Eddie admits, a little upset.

— So what? I only have eyes for you, Munson... — I reinforce, giving him a playful punch in the chest.

“How was the dream?” he sighed, trying to dissipate the tension. But he withdrew emotionally.

— I don't want to offend your morals as a man, love.

— It could have been an erotic dream about me. Of course not, it was Jack who touched you, he... — he stops talking, before freaking out with jealousy and walking away from me.

I look at him, feeling guilty.

— We were leaving a Gracie Abrams show, we hugged and then we went to the hotel lobby and...

— That's enough!— Eddie protests, covering his ears, followed by a childish behavior. — La, la, la, I have no ears!

I make Eddie stop acting immature with a kiss on his fingers, assuring him that I'm in his hands and I won't let go of the bone.

He snorts, looking at me critically. But he decides to speak while he still has my attention.

— The movie still seems more interesting than fighting with you...

Eddie grabs the inside of my thigh and runs his fingers lightly through the folds.

— Do you want to watch the movie or do you just want to use the excuse to turn me on?

— Maybe the second thing, who knows... — He answers, focused on looking for the TV remote control to probably turn off the television.

However, he accidentally presses the button with his butt and opens the movie flap. I look at him, finding it unexpected.

When the movie starts, I settle my body in his arms, resting my head on his shoulder. But when the PG-18 scenes start, I look at him again, with passion. FEELING a fire spreading, a show of colorful fireworks appears in my mind.

— What is it, my naughty girl? What do you want? — The question sounds almost rhetorical, considering the moment and our hormones on edge, hot, like the lands of Mordor.

Omniscient Narrator

She kneels in front of him and unbuckles the belt that hides Eddie's erection. Quinn places her hands on his sides, on each of Eddie's legs, adjusting his body.

Eddie trembles with anticipation but the sounds of her moans intoxicate him with the desire to sin, as she pulls down his jeans, along with his boxers.

Eddie's shaft grows, and he settles comfortably on the couch. He watches Quinn attach her lips and naughty tongue to his waist, tracing it as if she were worshipping him like a superior god. She spreads her mouth all over his visible shaft, while feeling the burning in her chest.

— Watch the movie.— she asks, and he understands the message, obeying, without objections.

Eddie focuses on the movie playing on television, however he can't help but look at the scene in front of him, Quinn on her knees, with her hands on his shaft, devouring every inch of him.

He groans, feeling her every movement, feeling her body tremble. Smiling, Quinn shoves his cock all the way to the roof of her mouth, down her throat. Eddie's buttons twitch for a moment. Then, driven by the darkest lust, he grunts softly.

— Fuck... Slow down, love, are you hungry? — His pleading and playful tone makes her laugh out loud.

Gently run your tongue over it, spacing it from top to bottom, in short intervals.

— Damn, damn... That's it... — he leads, holding her head to guide her through deeper and more dangerous lands.

Eddie convulses amidst moans and feels his blood boil, and a shock hits his neck and hips. Scary chills make him vibrate from grunting so much as if he wanted to spit all his pleasure into her and have a screaming exchange of desires.

And he did it, without caring if the neighbors heard him. When he touches his own cock, rubbing it without any more excuses. Quinn delights in every tiny magical drop that slides down her mouth and throat. Eddie falls with his head on the back of the couch, his body trembling, floating. Quinn, in turn, hungry, would not be kind in continuing to make Eddie fall into the sky below.

Eddie liked that about her, that appetite that, once aroused, made her hunger almost that of a lioness.

She releases, between her lips, his pink shaft, Eddie's skin dripping again with the droplets of his semen that she was blessed to have in her mouth.

— Mm... What a skillful little mouth, Klung... — he praises, running his fingers over her face, praising her as if she were an obedient puppy.

---

Eddie brings Quinn's bold, flushed face closer to hers before she continues. Without warning, he captures her lips and pulls her onto his lap, both of their breaths shaking with anticipation.

—Your position was so good when you sucked me…— He gives her a light slap on the face, while looking into her eyes with devotion.

Worse than that, she enjoys this rougher treatment.

She doesn't give up, wanting to take the reins. Sliding down and getting back on her knees, Quinn's mouth finds Eddie's hard shaft, and she kisses him, giving him her blessing through tongues and slow kisses.

But Eddie gets a little eager and impetuous when his indecency is provoked, and can't help but admire her down there.

— Ah, I love you…— He moans, struggling to articulate words, and looks at her, his eyes glued like a bat grabbing a fruit, like a watermelon.

With her on her knees, under his command, Eddie holds his cock in front of the redhead's red face. He prepares to stimulate himself once more, while she opens her mouth.

— Hey, give me your little mouth? — He orders, stimulated by the pleasure of baptizing it with a little more juice of the gods.

Quinn obeys, Eddie pulls her closer to his body. While continuing the stimulation, with his cock completely hard, Eddie runs his fingers over her face as stimulation. The redhead smiles eagerly for the "baptism".

— Like a good girl, you will be rewarded if you swallow every last drop...

She smiles, indecently. Eddie prepares to spill everything he has, and he finishes by spurting a release, with Quinn receiving the seminal content in her throat.

Then, the redhead licks her own lips provocatively, but he captures her in a kiss, only then could she delight in his taste together with hers.

— Great. Mmm... My taste in your mouth is a good mix. — despite being erotic, it seems funny.

She can't help but laugh as he pulls his pants back up. Quinn gets up from the floor and he pulls her up and kisses her, his tongue exploring every part of the walls of her mouth. His girlfriend was always hungry for his kisses and touches, but there was something about how gentle Eddie was, even though he acted like a dominator with her.

They had this duplicity .

After the moment they taste the love distilled on each lip. They sit as if no incredibly dirty moment had happened.

Quinn

Eddie silences my thoughts, his fingers intertwined with mine, tracing lazy circles.

— How is your health? You haven't given me any more news. — asks Eddie, still trying to recover from the shortness of breath.

— Oh, I'm not going to get sick, you can calm down, love.

— I'm serious. Have you been eating and sleeping well? I'm your boyfriend and I want you to be healthy, Quinn... — he emphasizes, seriously, worried about my strange lack of appetite, which he noticed.

— It's a small erosion in the stomach that's not so comfortable.

— Hm, I'm not a nutritionist, but have you been eating vegetables, fiber and iron?

— Are you saying I don't shit? — the question seems bold and offended.

— Quinn, you don't eat fiber on a daily basis.

“Calm down, Dr. Munson?” I scoff, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I’m not going to get sick just because I have erosion in my stomach.”

— You're thinner than you were a year ago, Quinn Josephine... — he continues, guided by concern.

I sigh deeply and say:

—But why so much concern like that?

— I hate to say this, but it would be a good idea to do a battery of tests. If you're sick and hiding it from me, I'll find out... — he analyzes me, meticulously, seriously.

— I don't know, I've been depressed since you stopped seeing me because of the band...

Eddie looks thoughtful and then makes an "o" with his mouth.

— I promise to play the role of a more careful boyfriend and with more extra time... Okay? — he practically apologizes, feeling like the worst man in the world.

— Don't be so hard on yourself. I promise to eat. I'm going to eat more healthy foods...

— You have to do this for yourself, not for me. Honey, I just don't want to see you sick. Dare not take care of yourself, and I'll warm up that beautiful ass! — He threatens and then gestures as if he was spanking my buttocks.

—

I shake my head and let out a satisfied laugh.

— This isn't even a punishment, considering I love your hands... And I deserve a break, don't I? — I trace the middle of his pants.

— You have things in your head that don't come from God. — He runs his finger under my lip. — But maybe I like committing sacrileges with you.

The living room continues to be the stage for a movement among us. The tension is in the air, and it doesn't go unnoticed by just hearing both of their heavy breathing.

Eddie just laughs, cynical as ever, trying to bring me comfort.

—What have you been doing these days while I was away with the Corroded Coffin? — He tries to deflect the obvious tension.

— Writing Fanfic…

—Is it still in development? — He gets lost in his own thoughts about the fictional world.

And I would never judge him; it took me a long time to learn all about the “fake universe.”

— Having checkups is like having your panties stuck, it hurts.

Anyway, writer trouble. The stuck panties thing makes Eddie laugh.

— Your fanfic doesn't have that domineering man atmosphere, right?

Eddie is right, I don't let anything become toxic.

— Some inspiration came from PG-18 movies.

Eddie looks at me like I'm speaking Greek or a language he doesn't understand. Before I can speak, he interrupts me with a cough.

No more.

— I've never liked anyone like this... Like I like you, Quinn.

— Didn't you hate me at school?

— No way. — He says, turning to the TV, looking for a new program. — It's just that you had that reputation of being dumb, you know? Cheerleaders only care about reputation and bodies. They forget about intelligence. — He comments, tapping his finger on the top of his head.

— Oh, Munson?! — I frown, irritated and making noises of dissatisfaction.

— In my head, you wouldn't even know about units, tens and hundreds...

He hides the tension with his hand behind his neck.

— I'M NOT STUPID! — I retort, growling. But he doesn't seem to feel any remorse.

— I'm just being honest about my first impression. What happened? — He pretends he wasn't wrong.

— So why don't you go out with a girl who understands physics? — I shoot, driven by anger.

— Wow, you'd make a great physicist. Got it? — He jokes sarcastically. However, I kick him in response.

— Oh, kick hard! Are you mad just because I like smart people? — He turns off the TV and continues to stare at me, frowning.

I swallow hard and let out a heavy sigh.

— Idiot. — I point out, turning my face away like a sulking child.

— I was just kidding! I like to irritate you. Why are you so irritated, dear?

— I'm not going to explain anything, you figure it out in your own airhead, metalhead?

— Why don't you draw? — Eddie asks, and gets a few slaps from me.

So I say, brava.

— I'm going to draw something really ugly on your face, Munson! — I shout, irritated.

— Oh, how aggressive! Lucky for you I like angry women, as hot as you and... cute!

— You act like it's cool to call me dumb, Eddie. — I reply, seriously.

— I don't say stupid things to make you feel like crap, Quinn! — He argues, trying to defend himself.

— You're an idiot thinking cheerleaders are dumb…

— Yeah, I'm an idiot. Forgive me if I sounded like a misogynist? — His voice sounds regretful and apologetic.

We decide to end the fight by making peace. Eddie lays his head on my lap, almost crying.

— What… are you vulnerable? — I ask, noticing him sniffling.

— Only you can see my sensitive male side…— He raises his head and looks at me seriously, his eyes full of regret.

— Okay, I forgive you, but you have to understand. Some things are better left unsaid.

— Excuse me if your boyfriend is a machine gun full of nonsense?— He judges himself, going all out.

Eddie holds my face, looking firmly into my eyes. Where I can see a light in his eyes, as if he wants to be comforted and seen.

— Quinn, it's okay to be melancholic, even the big names in music had that vibe.

— How can you accept that I am emotional? — I ask, with tears in my eyes.

At this moment, Eddie wipes away every tear that surfs down my face with his index finger. In response, I give him a slow kiss. When we pull away, he wipes away the last tear I have left.

— I hate fighting with my bard, I swear it eats away at me.

Sometimes Eddie is innocent, but other times he forgets a little about his humanity. And when he messes up, he believes the answers are in my eyes.

— Okay, let's go. Can you curse me?

— I was just kidding, idiot.

— What did you call me, Quinn Josephine?

When Eddie gets serious, I feel a little scared. His eyes get bigger and a dark shadow appears in his gaze.

— Don't look at me like that, with those bat eyes.

— Like a vampire bat, right?

— You don't have vampire fangs. Or do you? — I laugh sarcastically.

—

I feel challenged by his dark pupils every time he looks directly at me.

I swallow hard, and then he lets out a pleasant chuckle, as if he heard a really funny joke. His laugh sounds like a soft song that I love.

— Eddie, is it fun to play reverse psychology? — I ask nervously.

— Of course. Especially when I play with you. And I can stimulate your poet's mind.

I look at him, confused.

— What's so funny about that?

— Reason one. I like the look on your face when you "got a bug." And reason two: I love you. Want more reasons?

He shouldn't have said that. Now my desires are colliding with my crazy cells to love him until the end of my days.

— The movie doesn't matter anymore. Come here, kiss me. — He turns to me with puppy dog eyes.

I feel restless, thoughts forming in my brain and heart. Eddie takes the lead, resting his hands on my shoulder and looking down at me.

— Kiss me, Quinn. — He asks needily, now making me feel goosebumps.

I fulfill his wish, almost desperate to have our lips together. I grab his neck and pull him closer, he presses my body against the pillows while my hand plays with his curls.

Eddie invades my lips wildly, inviting my taste buds to meet his in a tongue party. He rests his hand on the couch, balancing his weight on me, which, compared to his size, makes me feel so small.

We continued kissing passionately, with a certain balance between ardent kisses and the temptation of something even hotter.

I move away from his lips, smiling, with the idea of recording every look of his in my memory. Or the details that made him art in the eyes of my contemporary poet soul.

— What tea? It's cold... — He breathes, with his hands on his jeans, hiding how excited he is.

In the meantime, I fix my hair.

— Munson, I prefer coffee, even though it seems to hate me...

— What a perfect team. You don't like tea and I don't like coffee... — He complains, but then laughs, confused.

— There must be a way for both of us... Right?

— There's always some magic formula, love.

He changes the subject, sits down and takes me on his lap.

— Are you still learning about tabletop RPGs?

— Dungeons & Dragons and Pathfinder. What about you, Edds? What else do you like?

— I like D&D, and you know that very well. I was wasting your patience with that!

— It wasn't so bad. But I learned what Tiamats, Liches and Orcs are...

— Tiamat is a cool entity. Who would have thought a five-headed dragon could be fascinating? — He seems excited to talk about his knowledge of creatures.

—Wait a second, I'm trying to get up to speed on the real dragons of D&D... — I ask, feeling a little overwhelmed with the information.

— Men have two heads. Tiamat has five, Quinn!

---

I roll my eyes at the cheesy joke that somehow ended up being funny, but I pretend to be serious.

— I remember you had a thing for racing cars when you were a kid... Hot Wheels?

— My biggest passion, but still in second place. Because I wanted to impress you and didn't want to admit that I thought RPG was cool.

— Why did you do that, Eddie? — I exclaim, surprised.

— Blame my heart that was in love with you. — He points to his chest, pouting.

— Okay, that’s cute. Do you already have a couple in mind for the campaigns? — I ask, breaking the tension.

He seems to think for a bit, rubs his chin and says:

— Vicknolia and Cornan. — he answers inspired, perhaps because he still lives in the lands of high fantasy.

— Could it also be Grigia and Kylsello?

— Good names. You already sound like one of us. More creative than me! — Eddie is impressed with my creativity.

— I admit I'm still learning, love...

— Okay. Hey, have you ever imagined facing Tiamat? That fight with the dragons from D&D?

— Since Tiamat has five heads, I'd be pissed in fear... — I almost cringe.

— So, imagine kicking red dragons' ass?

He gets excited when I talk about something he loves, and I start laughing.

— I would kick their asses for sure!

— If you are on an adventure with me, if you have the courage to join forces with me, it will be a pleasure to work with you...

— We… "It's Morphing Time!"

— This sentence smells like childhood, when everything seemed good…

— And about the next D&D campaign, have you thought about what it would be like to play with me? — I ask, a little afraid of saying something wrong about RPG.

— Different races, classes, each with their own motivations, ready to go off the track?

— Hm, here comes the question... who would we be? Because I'm also good at imagining things...

We both remained thoughtful, in complete silence.

Eddie breaks the silence:

— You would be a great DM like me... Someone who knows how to guide players on historical adventures.

— I know I've never told you this, but I'd love to be the narrator creating plots and challenges to see how you deal with them.

— Who knows, maybe one day we'll form a duo to play. How about we switch roles for a day? Have you ever thought about creating strategies to face dragons, like Bizziet?

— I was thinking about us facing a Gordod. That's what you call it, right? — I wasn't sure if I understood correctly.

—I can actually see you kicking a Tiamat's ass! Each head with a deadly breath!

— If you weren't a tabletop DM, what class would you be in D&D? Wizard, fighter, barbarian, or druid?

— Druid, love. They are protectors of nature, they talk to animals, don't you think that's cool? — He gets excited, and my eyes light up.

— It's good to see you like this, Eddie, playing with me...

— If you want to take my place... Hey, maybe you... — He stops talking, wondering.

— Maybe... if you let me!

— I would have no objection to my darling.

Eddie excitedly gets up with this in mind and heads to the kitchen, returning soon with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate.

— Want some vegan hot chocolate for a cold night with your boyfriend? — He offers a mug with a drawing of Snoopy.

— I hope you didn't put anything weird in there, Munson. — I tease and am delighted with the beagle illustration.

He laughs happily.

— Sure, but with a pinch of magic. No dairy, I know how to take care of my lady...

I raise my eyebrows, waiting to hear what he's going to say next.

— But what about tea, do you like it?

— Hm, if it's not black tea, otherwise it won't go down your throat, Eddie... — I mumble, sulking.

He lets out a laugh and tilts his head teasingly.

— Want something else going down your throat, honey?

Minutes later, I see the pizza delivery guy outside waving through the trailer window, Eddie runs out of the kitchen when I announce that the pizza has arrived.

— The delivery man is in the rain... I mean, in the snow, honey!

— Oh, I'm coming!

He returns almost breathless, quickly dressing to escape the cold of the night.

— Did you order vegan pizza tonight?

— Sure, I'll fatten you up a bit. — He massages my cheeks with a mischievous smile.

With a playful smile, Eddie wears a leather jacket.

She takes out her wallet and leaves. Curious, I peek out the window. I can see Eddie pick up the pizza box and pay the delivery guy.

When he comes back into the trailer, I run to sit on the couch, but I trip. I get up in time to see him close the door while holding the pizza box.

Eddie stops in his tracks, looking at me with a strange expression, like he's picked up something he shouldn't have.

— Hungry, honey? By the way, why were you spying on my ass?

— I didn't know you had eyes behind you... — I reply, trying to hide my embarrassment with a little joke.

— Oh, I saw you, honey. — He winks at me, and I roll my eyes, still a little embarrassed.

— Whatever. Do you want pizza? — He announces excitedly, holding the pizza box.

Meanwhile, I run to the kitchen to wash my hands, letting the cold water run down my fingers. Suddenly, I almost slip while trying to grab a glass. Luckily, Eddie appears and catches me before I fall to the floor.

I ended up sitting on his lap, blushing like a tomato.

— You should be sponsored by gravity, right? — Eddie holds back a laugh.

— Aren't you tired of having me in your arms? — I ask, trying to compose myself, swallowing hard.

— I feel like I'm holding a premature baby. You're so light... — He says, looking into my eyes, and I feel shy.

He puts me down and waits for me to thank him. Without wanting him to see, I go to the sink, get a glass of water and pour it in his face.

Eddie blinks several times after the jet hits him, grimacing as the cold water kisses him. He quickly retaliates, taking off his wet shirt, and making me almost choke.

— Damn it, Eddie... — I say, not knowing what to do.

— You'll pay for throwing water in my face! — He says, with a threatening look.

— Pay? — I ask, trying to change the subject, but he doesn't back down.

— You'll know when the time is right, dear... — He looks directly at me, analyzing me.

— If I think about it, I'm already paying... — I murmur, looking at his wet figure, with his shirt completely soaked.

He gives a playful smile and makes jokes, trying to turn the situation around.

—Will you help me dry this? I feel like a laundry detergent commercial.

— You look strangely like a washing machine in a multifunction! — I retort, laughing at the situation.

— Maybe, I'm a magnet for weird things... — He mutters, exhaling through his nose and laughing.

— You can start charging for ads, for being a human machine... — I comment, laughing at the ridiculous idea.

— Maybe I would even earn a fortune. — He continues joking.

— If you need an agent, I'm available. — I offer, our eyes meeting.

— You take care of the contracts, and I'll take care of the iconic mishaps. — He jokes, imagining the idea. — We have some good drama here. Huh? — He comments, laughing at our own situation.

— It must be good to make films in England. It seems that the salary in British cinema is more sovereign...

— Quinn, if I were a British actor, would you sigh at every movie you saw me in?

That question has never made me smile so much. British charm and its secrets, wanting to unveil the faces of a man who is from London.

— I would turn into jelly, dear…

— Good to know you're into bland British.

No more.

---

— Eddie, put something on, it's cold... — I scold him, worried that he might catch a cold.

— No, you have to pay the price, you know?

— Pay for what? — I ask in surprise, with my hands on my hips.

—Didn't you say you had dreams about a certain person?

— This has to be a joke. Are you jealous?

— Am I wrong to seek revenge? — He raises an eyebrow.

I know it may have been wrong to reveal my dream, but it was never my intention to diminish him as a man. It was just a fantasy that many women have about artists they admire and nothing more than that.

— I'm sorry, you're the only man I love... — I apologize, a little embarrassed.

I go to the nearby laundromat to get a rag, worried that Eddie might catch a cold.

When I get back to the kitchen, he's waiting for me. I approach him, nervous and shaky. I don't even know how to explain it, but this guy turns me on without even saying anything seductive in my ear. And when I say turn on, I'm not talking about sexual, something outside of that.

I start to wipe his face, but Eddie holds my hand, looking deep into my eyes with his starry brown ones, as if trying to see into my soul.

“Why are you holding my hand like that?” I ask, a little surprised, as I continue to clean his soaked face.

— You know when something makes you a little nervous? You're that thing for me, in a good way, of course. — Eddie smiles, a little embarrassed.

— I'm here trying to help and you come and give me a melodrama? — I say seriously, trying to ease the tension.

— I wanted to be poetic... — He lets go of my hand, looking down.

— It seems you did it, love.— I respond sympathetically, lifting his chin to see him and stare at the love written in his eyes.

— Anyway, I was thinking of a little game.— Eddie goes to the faucet, with a mischievous smile.

— Hey, what... — I take a step back, knowing exactly what he intends to do and throw the cloth on the floor.

— Relax, it's just a silly joke.

Suddenly, he comes towards me and pulls me by the waist.

— You don’t know what limits are, do you? — I comment, a little nervous.

— I don't know you. Especially when you're around... — He says with a seductive smile.

— I'm going to the living room... — I move away a little, nervous, my legs shaking.

— Come here, Quinn. — Eddie laughs as he tidies up the mess in the kitchen, drying the wet floor. But suddenly, he gets up, goes to the sink and throws water in my face.

I grimace as I feel the cold water splashing my face.

—YOU'RE PLAYING WITH FIRE, MUNSON! — I shout, trying to reach him through the corners of the small kitchen.

He tries to escape, but when he least expects it, the net tightens and there is nowhere left to run or hide.

Eddie slips on the floor and almost hits his head.

"Oh! The drug..."

In a panic, I run to him and see him sprawled on the floor.

— Are you okay, love? Eddie, please tell me before I freak out!

He laughs at the stupid, accidental fall.

After a while, when I help him up, I think about volunteering to clean it up since there was a lot of water on the floor, but he stops me before I can offer my help.

— Did you know that was karma?

— Seriously? Look... — He tries to pull me closer, but I dodge his traps.

I start running away from him and we end up in the living room. I fall on the carpet and Eddie, while looking for me, ends up not seeing me and falls on top of me.

The typical romantic movie scene?

And my smart boyfriend takes advantage and kisses me, without me expecting it.

— You're an idiot. How did you not see me?

— I couldn't see you, I was scanning you, damn it!

We looked at the situation and, as if it were a comedy scene, we started laughing like idiots.

I kiss his cheek, but he moves and steals a kiss from my lips.

— You ordered the vegan pizza… How cute, but what did you have in mind? — I raise an eyebrow, suspicious.

—Are you asking if my milk is lactose-free? — He jokes, and we both burst out laughing.

— Eddie, stop with the sexual innuendos? — I protest, licking my lip.

— What did you think, dear? — He pretends to be innocent.

— Stop saying milk…

— Do you want to drink some milk, do you? — He looks at me in disbelief, pretending to be innocent.

— We need a psalm for this filth, not even a strong prayer can stop us!

— Something like... "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's milk?" — He says seriously, and we both burst out laughing.

— That psalm doesn’t exist! — I try to contain my laughter.

— There is, I just created it.. — He laughs out loud. — But are you hungry, greedy little monster?

— Yes, I am, I could eat you. — I answer dramatically, throwing myself on the couch.

— You can't eat me, little monster. — He comes closer, holding my face.

— I think I'm getting into trouble... — I bite his hand, making a Bambi expression.

I provoked him, but later I regretted it!

— Stop being so mean... — He likes it when I bite his hand. — But hey, can I punish you? — Eddie says, touching my lower lip and running his fingers around it while licking his own mouth, salivating. And at the same time, there is so much love involved in what he does for me.

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