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dirtybitfic · 6 months

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So wrong yet so right part 4

contains- smutt , Dom matt, sub y/n, rouuuuugh, hairpulling, chocking, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation , use of names like~ baby, slut, sweetheart , good girl. (not proofread )

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I wake up early today and went to a water fall with some friends since it so nice outside and we all wanted to have some chill time .

We smoked a bit and just listened to some music .

after a couple hours I had to head home so I could be ready for class tonight. All my friends tried to convince me to skip and hang out longer but I told them that if I skip this class id have to retake it next semester which is the truth but just not all of it .

The full truth is i'm way to excited to see Matt , I haven't stopped thinking about the way he made me feel and how good he looked between my legs . Ive had wet dream about it every night and the build up to seeing him in class today has been eating me alive.

I showered once I got home and threw on a cute but comfortable outfit.

I hopped in my car and sped to class since I didn't realize I had taken such a long shower and am gonna be late for class.

i'm gonna be honest i'm still kind of high from the waterfall earlier. I smoke with friends but my tolerance isn't super high so my highs tend to last longer than my friends.

I grab my bag and speed walk into the building and into the lecture hall . Matt is sitting at his desk as all the students are typing away at their computers .

I sit down a couple rows down closer to the middle of the room and take out my computer .

my phone buzzes in my pocket startling me a bit since the room is so quiet other than keys clicking .

I take it out and check it seeing its a text from matt

I look up at him before I look back down at my phone and open the text

"late to my class thats a call for punishment" it reads my face heats up as I gulp and look at him his eyes study me as his brows furrow .

"are you high right now y/n" my eyes widen . I didn't think it would be noticeable but I guess I was wrong.

I decide to text back and tell the truth .

"just a little bit i'm sorry for being late I lost track of time "

I look back up at him as he stares coldly at me and sets his phone down and looks back at the work on his desk .

I sigh as I start to write my next story.

i'm so entranced by what i'm writing I don't realize Matt is talking .

ms y/l/n I hear a stern voice snap .

my eyes snap up from my computer and I see Matt looking at me I slump in my seat feeling awkward

sorry I say before he starts talking again

so as I was saying class next Tuesday is cancelled so have two stores ready and submitted on Friday the deadline for turn in will be 11:30 okay have a good weekend guys ill be checking my email over the weekend if you guys have question or need help .

he says as everyone packs up and heads out . I sit at my desk about to pack up when I get a text from matt.

"stay in here I want to talk too you"

I sigh as I set it back down and wait for everyone to leave before I get up and head down to where hes standing.

so y/n would you like to tell me why you came to my class not only late but also high he says stepping closer so I have to look up at him.

I- well I went to a waterfall with some friends earlier and we smoked and it lasted a lot longer than expected so I lost track of time in the shower I got here as fast as I could I try to explain but he has an unimpressed look on his face.

hmm well your coming home with me so grab your stuff he says as he goes to his desk packing up his things.

I gulp

w-what why I -

he cuts me off

don't talk back just do as your told he looks at me with a stern look on his face and I instantly make my way but up the steps to pack my things.

he walks up the stairs as I finish packing my stuff and walk over to him and follow him out of the lecture hall .

we make it outside and he leads me to his car . My jaw actually drops .

his car is actually a fucking motorcycle . I never thought he'd be the type to ride a motorcycle but it makes him even more attractive .

you ever ridden one before he ask turning back to me with a helmet in his hands .

I shake my head no as he steps closer slipping the helmet over my head and fastening it tightly .

well don't be nervous you'll be safe I promise he says as he smiles at me .

he throws his helmet on and puts his bag in a compartment he has attached to the back of the bike .

he gets on first and turns to me

okay step up on this part and hold onto my shoulders and swing your leg over so your sitting on this part he says patting the leather seat on the upper back part .

I nod my head and do exactly what he said as I situate myself on the seat.

okay when were actually riding wrap your arms around my waist tightly okay he says as he looks back at me and I nod slowly wrapping my arms around his waste and locking my hands together against his stomach.

he starts up the bike kicking up the stands and pulls out of the spot.

we hit a stop light as we sit waiting for it to turn green I move my hand to his chest gently rubbing up and down feeling his muscles under his black dress shirt.

he groans and leans his head back for a second before looking back at the light .

after a second it turns green and we're off again .

we reach the backroads after about 10 minutes and I hold on tighter as we take the dark windy roads.

I always thought riding a bike would be scary but its actually very calming . The warm breeze feels nice as I blows over us .

I rest my head on his back as I watch the trees blow by .

we reach the turn into his long driveway and we make our way up the hill and reach there front of the house.

He reaches into his pocket and clicks something that opens up his garage as he rides in and comes to a stop turning off the bike .

he puts the kick stand down then helps me off safely and then gets off himself then takes off his helmet then helps me with mine.

so how did you like that he asks smiling as he smooths out my hair

its was actually pretty nice I say smiling up at him

yeah! not so scary as it seems huh

no not at all

good now lets go inside he says as he takes my hand leading me into the door from the garage.

We make our way into the kitchen and he grabs us both a water before handing mine to me and opening his chugging it .

I take a couple sips of mine before setting it on the counter .

soo... why exactly am I here I ask a little confused because I wasn't prepared to be coming here tonight let alone leaving my car on campus.

well I thought it'd be nice to spend time together he says smiling at me

oh I say as a smile creeps onto my face

is that okay

yeah more thank okay I say as he steps closer

good he says before leaning down capturing my lips with his in a sweet slow kiss

he pulls away smiling down at me

so wanna watch a movie he asks with raised brows

yeah sure I beam with a smile on my face .

he takes my hand leading me into a theater room with nice recliner chairs . This house is so nice there is no way the university pays him enough to afford this .

if you don't mind me asking is teaching the only job you have or do you have others cause this house is reallyyyy nice

I teach but I also own a business with my 2 brothers he says smiling at me as he looks through movies trying to pick the right one.

oh cool what's the business I ask as I sit down in one of the chairs .

um well we own 5 hotels , 4 apartment building a couple restaurants and some office buildings.he says nonchalantly like its no big deal.

wow thats... impressive I say as I smile at him

yeah its nice I guess I mean I wouldn't be able to own this house if all I did was teach

I hum in response.

so do your bothers live around here I asks as I lean back in the chair

yeah they have houses close by but they travel around for work so they are back and forth a lot he says as he pops a movie into the player and it displays on the screen.

I gasp when I see he's put 50 shades of grey on . Ive watched it many times but never in the company of anyone else for obvious reasons.

do you have any siblings? he asks as he comes over to me standing in front of me

yeah I have a brother he's around your age

oh nice you guys close?

mmm somewhat we don't talk that much but were as close as brother sister pairs usually are I answer as I look up at him

stand up real quick he says as I borrow my brows but do what he says

he sits down on the chair and pats his lap

sit he demands and I do .

I get comfortable as I lean back into his chest and he reclines the chair back and the movie starts.

halfway through I start to wiggle around getting comfortable but also from slight arousal setting in when the first sex scene plays.

mat groans as he grabs my hips stifling my movements .

Stop moving so much he grumbles into my ear. His voice so low and gravely it has me clenching my thighs.

sorry I say apologetically as I settle back against him .

as the movie goes on the more turned on i'm getting and sitting in his lap is driving me crazy. I shift back as I spread my legs over his own getting comfortable.

his hand moves to my thigh rubbing up and down gently causing me to sigh and lean my head back on his shoulder.

he nuzzles his face in my hair as his hand slides up closer to where I want him most.

doing okay he asks in a tone that tells me he's smirking

mhm I hum as his hand slides up even higher as his fingers graze my clothed pussy.

his hand moves up to my waistband and slides underneath as his hand reaches my soaked pussy.

I whimper quietly and he chuckles a little at my reaction

so wet he says as his hand slides into my underwear and he starts rubbing small circles on my clit

I whine and squirm on his lap as he slides two fingers into me and I cant help the loud moan that escapes my mouth. His fingers speed up pace as i'm panting into his neck .

f-fuck feels so good

yeah am I making you feel good he says in a cocky tone as his other hands goes to pull off my pants and underwear.

mhhhmm I whine as I sick off my pants and spread my legs wider.

he curls his fingers hitting the perfect spot that drives me crazy

f-fuck m-matt oh god I whine as squelching sounds fill my ear signaling i'm close.

yeah that feel good baby he whisper in my ear as he places a kiss on my exposed neck .

s-so good mmm I moan as he keeps moving his fingers expertly

f-fuck im go-gonna cum I moan out as I feel the pressure close to breaking.

you got it baby come on he whispers to me in a husky voice that has the pressure instantly breaking and my juices to squirt out all over the chair , his lap and hand and my thighs.

fuck thats so hot he groans as he works me through my orgasm

je-jesus christ I whine as I come down and he stops his movements pulling his fingers out .

be a good girl and clean them off for me he says placing them on my lips I open my mouth and such my juices off of them with a moan.

stand up he orders and I do . He pulls my top off then his own shirt and pants.

he sits and pulls me onto his lap as his large hard on pulses under me

I pull him to me by his hair into a hot and needy make-out . His hands move to my ass making me grind onto him making us both groan into the kiss.

The pressure his dick is putting on my clit has me whining into the kiss since i'm sensitive from my last orgasm.

we both pull away panting .

think you can handle riding me sweetheart he asks in a sickly sweet voice .

I nod and pull myself up so he can slide his boxers down

he slides then down as his dick slides out slapping his lower stomach as mine drops from the size of him. He's thick and pretty lengthy a lot bigger than anyone i've had in the past which makes me a bit nervous.

what's the matter he ask as his hands move to his base

n-nothing your just really big I say as I look into his eyes

he smirks at me as his eyes glisten with lust

I know you can take it baby come on he says as he spits down onto his dick and spreads it around then lines the tip to my entrance .

I slowly slide down with a hiss as I stretch around him . He groans as his grip on my hips tightens.

fuck your so tight he says as I whimper when I slide down over the thickest part . Im still shocked he isn't fully in yet given I already feel so full but after a couple more second I reach his base and gasp.

f-fuck I whine as I try and move my hips but the stretching pain still hasn't settled yet

its okay baby take your time he says as he rubs softly on my hips soothing me a bit.

I stay still for about a minute before I start slowly bouncing and the pain is gone and all I feel is pure pleasure

fuck so deep I moan as I bounce harder and skin slapping together can be heard

fuck just like that doing so good for me he groans as his hands move to my ass slapping it adding more pleasure .

I continue bouncing on him as I feel my orgasm rushing in and the pressure builds in my stomach.

fu-fuck im so close I whine as my hips stutter and my breathing execrates the closer I get.

yeah feels good fucking yourself on my cock like a good little girl he asks in a gravely voice that has me getting even closer as my legs start to shake .

so good fuck so fucking good oh god I moan as I lift off and my juices squirt out of me all over his dick and down my thighs .

good girl fuck cumming already he teases in a low voice .

I whine as I sit back down on his soaked lap .

legs tired sweetheart he asks as he tilts his head and smiles .

I nod my head and he picks me up and walks to to the door opening it then making his way down the hall to stairs leading up .

he walks carefully up the stairs then reaches another hall leading to double doors . Opening them it enters into a master bedroom .

he walks over to the bed laying me down on my back and pulling me so my ass in right on the edge .

He slaps his dick on my pussy causing me to moan .

He slides back in slowly before slamming himself into me deep and rough causing me to scream.

J-JESUS CHRIST

he smiles down at me as he pounds into me hitting my spot every time .

such a little slut taking my cock so well he says as he leans down to suck on my tits.

I feel myself getting close to squirting again and try to warn him but no words come out just desperate whines and moans.

I grasp his arm tightly as I feel my juices pour out of me and he groans

such a slut squirting all over my dick like that he mewls as he lifts my legs over his shoulders hitting even deeper .

FUCK - I-C-CANT YOUR TOO DEEP I scream out as he continues slamming into me so hard you can see a bulge in my stomach . I try and push him way by his chest but he just grabs my arms and pins them down easily overpowering me .

nah uh your gonna fucking take it like a good girl until i'm filling up this pretty pussy he growls as I moan and whine under him and my legs begin to shake before I release all over him again.

good girl keep fucking cumming only makes me wanna fill you up more he groans as he drops my legs and pulls out flipping me over so im laying flat on the bed he comes behind me slamming back in as he grabs my hair pulling my head up.

im moaning and whining unable to speak as overstimulation settles over me and tears well in my eyes.

who's pussy is this he groans into my ear as his thrusts get harder.

y-yours FUCK MATT -all yours I moan / scream out as he hits deeper and my ass presses back into him.

mmm that fucking right your all mine he groans as his hips art to loose rhythm and he smalls into me a couple more times before filling me up.

he pulls out groaning at the sight off his cum spilling out of me

you did so good baby he says before kissing my head and walking to the bathroom and coming back with a rag to clean me up.

you okay he asks as he cleans my legs off

mhm im great I say with a smile . He chuckles before he stands back up and throws the rag In his laundry .

he comes back and lays down pulling me into his chest .

tired sweetheart he asks in a sweet and soft voice .

yeah exhausted I say as I nuzzle into his chest .

lets get some sleep well shower in the morning he says before he shuts off the lights by the bed and we drift off to sleep.

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phenomenalgirl9 · 1 year

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Park Seonghwa x Reader: Work From Home 🔞

A/n: Happy Birthday To Ddeonghwa!!✨ 🎉🎂 I really love you, and I wanna tell you that you're perfect in every way, you always give me strength. Thank you for existing.

⚠️Warning: MDNI, NSFW, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, pwp, oral (recieving), Minors stay away!

Summary: You're working from home on your boyfriend's 'surprise' off-day. But, Seonghwa had a few tricks up his sleeve. Established relationship, idol au.

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"Yes, I'll check it once I'm done with this" you said and hung up the meeting. Work really stresses you out sometimes. "Babe, are you done?" That was when you noticed Seonghwa was behind you, his switch long forgotten on the night stand, you have been busy straight up to afternoon. Yeah, your boyfriend has a sudden day off on a day that you had to work. "A little bit" you said but you felt his hands on your shoulder, massaging them. He just rubbed your shoulder right, his arms slowly easing the tension in your muscles, up and down your back. A moan left your lips, you had your eyes closed. You slowly felt his hands creep back up to your shoulder as he slipped down the tshirt exposing your bare shoulder, and planting a hot kiss, and then slowly sucking on the area.

"I need your attention too babe" he said and his hands slid down to your boobs. He moved his fingers lightly over them, and then at once pulled you against him, shut the laptop and removed it from the bed. He nibbed at your ear lobe, making you go crazy, as his hands massaged your boobs. Slowly, his hands slid down and he parted your legs moving his fingers over them lightly that made you immediately shut them.

He got up and walked in front of you and you had enough, you held a fistful of his T-shiry and pulled him to you crashing your lips on his, the two of you hungrily fought for dominance as you devoured each other's lips. You finally let him win as his tongue explored your mouth. The two of you were alarmed when you heard your phone ring and you picked up to see it was a co-worker. Seonghwa looked at you almost with puppy eyes. "Fuck it" you said and turned your phone to silent and placing it on the night stand. Seonghwa immediately pushed you down on the mattress, his eyes turning dark instantly, you could literally see the lust dripping in his eyes. He attacked your neck, leaving marks, he spent a little more time on your sweet spot, earning a groan from you. You intertwined your fingers with his hair and pulled it up to kiss him. You know you were wet and your body needed more, where ever Park Seonghwa touched you, he set the ace ablaze and you needed friction, so you rolled you hips on his and he groaned, gosh was he hard.

You tried to do it again but he pulled away making you sit up and pulled your t-shirt off. You weren't wearing any bra so he jumped onto your boobs, immediately engulfing one in his mouth, and pinching the other. He encircles your nipple with his tongue sending your mind in a frenzy as you moaned his name when he nibbed on it. He did the same for the other as he came back up to give one kiss to your mouth and then pulled down your shorts and panty all at once.

"Look at you nasty girl. So wet" he said and forcefully opened you wide, the cool spring air hitting your core and making you feel wetter at the sight of him eyeing you. You pushed up and within moments switched positions. Now you were on top of him, naked. "Off!" You said and took his T-shirt and his shorts off, leaving his trunks. You placed an open mouthed kiss to his mouth and then licked along his sharp jaw. You pushed him down. "You needy needy Oppa" you said knowing very well that it sends his brain to malfunction. You took this chance to push him down and you put your mouth to his neck biting but being careful to not leave marks. You placed your mouth on his nipple and licked it lightly, a moan sounded from his mouth as his whole body felt chills. You did that to the other as he smacked your ass, you welped. He sat up and pulled you up to kiss you. He stood up with you in his arms and then almost threw you on the bed and then pulled you close. This all happened so fast that you could hardly realise. Before you knew you felt his finger inside you, he came close to you core and licked a straight line, that immediately sent you euphoria. He started licking up more and then took the blub into his mouth. "HWA! SEONG-HWA" you moaned, as his speed quickened and he added two more fingers at once. "Seonghwaa!" You said and held onto his hair to anchor you. His constant licks mixed up your brain and the knot in your stomach tightened and you knew you were close and he knew that and he completely pulled away.

"Oppa!~" you whine, "Not you easily" he said, and finally freed his shaft from the clutches of his underwear, he rolled the condom over it and then lined it at your entrance, and rubbed it. "Quit teasing me!" You complained. He put the full length in one go, fulfilling the void in you. A deep moan left your mouth. He started to move, speed increasing at every stroke, until he was ramming into your pussy. "Aa Hwaaa!" You groaned, as he took your legs and put it on his shoulder and the new angle let him hit new spots, making you see stars in broad daylight. Whimpers and moans left your mouth constantly and so did his. "Babe!" He groaned when he felt you clench around him. You felt the knot form again and got tight, so did his. "YES oppa! Yess!" You said and he kept ramming into you mercilessly, your eyes rolled back, toes curled and the knot finally broke your and his orgasm washing over you two. He rode through your high and collapsed right beside you. The two of you tried to catch your breath. You both lied there for a while until you got up.

"What?" He asked, "I still have work" you said and he groaned. "Okay, give me 15 minutes. Then I'm yours for the rest of the day" you said. "Promise?" He asked and you nodded. "Okay deal" he said and you smiled. And got up to get cleaned and complete your work.

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givemea-dam-break · 2 years

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hi my love, can you do anthony lockwood x reader

possibly with prompt 17 or 24 from the angst list?!? ive been craving some lockwood angst recently and i love your fics so who else could i ask to fulfill my needs

a/n: yes yes yes i have been dying for angst it’s my favourite thing to write. i'm so glad you like my fics! feeling honoured rn. this is shorter than some of my other fics, but i hope you like it!

warnings: angst, language prompts: "You're not my friend anymore, remember?" and "You left, you left, and now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened." gn reader

Your day couldn't have gone worse.

Originally, your plans for your first day off in weeks had been to spend your time in the library nearby, listening to the rain on the tall windows as you read in your favourite seat before stopping off to grab a takeaway on your way home.

Of course, things can never go to plan in a world haunted by ghosts.

To preface, the Visitors aren't the problem, not today at least.

You've reached a particularly good chapter of your book when things start to go wrong. You're completely content just reading away, sipping on some tea in your travel mug, when a shadow looms over the pages, making it hard to read.

Looking up, slightly irritated, you say, "Hey, do you mind moving, please?"

Then you see the face, and the irritation melts into something more: fury.

Anthony Lockwood stands before you, soaked with rain and dripping all over the floor. His hair, usually neatly brushed, looks like a wet rat, and his cheeks are flushed from the November chill. From the way he smiles, they remind you a little bit of apples. You like apples considerably more than you like him.

"What do you want?" you ask.

Lockwood points at the free chair next to you. "Can I sit?"

"Absolutely not."

"Right." He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat. "Can we talk?"

"Also, no," you say, returning your attention to the book. "Goodbye."

A sigh. "(name), please, it's important."

"Important enough to bug me on my only day off? No, I don't think so."

You hope for a moment that he'll turn and walk away, but this is Anthony bloody Lockwood, and when does he ever listen to you? He moves, sinking into the seat beside you, and crossing his legs. You make a point of ignoring him, continuing to read the last paragraph you were on.

"We need your help."

No response. You keep on reading.

"(name), please. It's a big case, and we could really use your Talent."

Again, you ignore him, silently mouthing the words as you read them. Your focus on him strays, and for a minute it's as if he's no longer there, but the scent of bitter tea and citrusy shampoo lingers, taunting you.

Swiftly, you shut your book and stand, grabbing your bag. The action seems to shock Lockwood, and his daze gives you enough time to slip the book back into its slot on the shelves and storm out of the library.

Alas, Lockwood has long legs and catches up momentarily.

"I don't want to talk to you," you grumble, pulling your hood over your hair as you step out into the rain.

"I know, and that's my fault, but, please, listen this once. We -"

"Need my help. Yeah, I got that." Squeezing through a crowd of kids heading into the library, you continue, "But, thing is, I'm not an agent anymore. And, even if I was, you're not my friend anymore, remember? You gave up that right months ago. I wouldn't help you even if my life depended on it."

That stops him short. You keep on walking, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

"You're not an agent anymore?" he asks, catching up once more.

You scoff. "Haven't been since that last case we went on, and I don't plan on becoming one again."

Judging from his expression, he hasn't taken the news lightly. He almost looks betrayed, and that makes you want to strangle him. He's got no right.

"Why not?"

"Because," you say, stopping at the side of the pavement, out of the way of other people, "you left. You left me there, Lockwood. And now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened! You don't just do that."

His frowns. "I didn't leave you."

You want to scream at him, to pull your hair out. It feels like you're about to explode from the rage you're feeling.

"Yes, you left. I was left in that goddamn maze of a mansion by myself while you and George, what? Went to go have some celebratory doughnuts? Not all of the sources were secured, Lockwood. I almost died trying to get out of there."

"I didn't -" His face blanches, and he looks like he's going to be sick. "We thought we'd secured them all."

"Well, you didn't. Want to know why I didn't go back to Portland Row for a week before getting my stuff? I was in the hospital recovering from ghost touch. Took my a month to regain full use of my right arm, you know. I almost lost my arm, in fact. But you didn't ask, you just stood and watched as I packed my stuff."

That makes him angry. "What was I meant to do? There was no stopping you."

"I wanted you to try," you say, and your voice wavers. His expression softens. "If you'd tried, I might've stayed. I might've forgiven you. But you just watched. You never asked me where I was for that week. No, you were busy revelling in your success and hiring other agents."

"We needed another agent, anyways."

"You should've checked on the one you had!" Your breathing is heavy, and your head hurts from the myriad of emotions swirling around. "I'm not - I'm not doing this right now. Today was meant to be a good day. Goodbye, Lockwood. Don't come see me again."

You start to walk away, but his hand clasps around your wrist. Scowling, you tug it from his grip, looking at him incredulously.

"I'm sorry, (name)," he says. In his defence, he's being genuine, but that doesn't mean that you're having any of it. "I am. About all of it. Please, can we talk it out?"

Thank god for the rain, because it hides the tears in your eyes. "No. I - I'm going home, and you're going to leave me alone. I don't want to see you again."

Lockwood's jaw goes slack. "Please, I'm sorry. I can't lose you."

"The minute you left me alone on that case, you lost me," you say. "I don't care how sorry you are. It does nothing. It doesn't stop me from seeing the moment I almost died every night when I sleep. It doesn't change the fact that I don't trust you anymore."

"(name) -"

"I pray that your new agent, Lucy, 'the Superstar' - that's what you called her on live TV, right? - I pray she doesn't have the same fate. I hope things work out well for you, Lockwood, truly, but that doesn't mean we'll ever be friends again. Now, I'm going home."

"Please don't go." His voice is a little shaky. It's the most emotion you've seen from him other than that fake smile he gives to the press. "Please, I'll do better."

You shake your head. Then, wordlessly, you turn and make your silent, miserable trek home.

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antiquatedplumbobs · 1 year

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~an excerpt from Violet Sewell's private journal~

Autumn 1910

I am almost dead on my feet with how weary I am, but it is a good weariness: the exhaustion that follows a day well spent and promises a satisfying night's sleep.

Today the Brindleton Grange held it's annual harvest festival. It is nowhere near as large as the New Simland State Fair, which while impressive in size and scope, leaves me drained physically and emotionally. We haven't ventured back since the boys were little and I learned just how difficult a journey of that length with young ones is. I like the more intimate feel of the harvest festival, celebrating the season with people we know and care about.

I was up late last night making biscuits for the luncheon and finishing my entry for the pie contest. I made my mother's buttermilk pumpkin pie, which never leaves a slice uneaten at home, but was yet again unable to unseat Anna Greenfield's spiced blueberry and bayberry pie from the first place position, I shall have to accept my second place ribbon with grace and decorum. The competition is really only for good fun and I was the first to beg a slice from Anna after the judging, that pie is stupendous and she only makes it once in the fall. Despite my very polite inquiries she refuses to part with the recipe.

However, the Sewell Family did not leave the festivities without a blue ribbon, Willy's pumpkin got top marks for size and appearance. He can be rather bashful about things like this, he's not prone to fits of ego or bragging, but I could tell he was quite pleased. And he doesn't really need to do his own bragging, since Hamish spent the whole afternoon telling everyone. The pumpkin competition might be a bit less friendly than that of the pies, menfolk being the way they are...

It was a bumper crop for apples this year and the children set up a game of bobbing for apples. I never played it as a child and I'm not sure I missed out, the girls got positively drenched playing at it. Elsie worst of all, though she did win several rounds so I suppose she got something for her efforts, even if it is only the respect of her peers. It does seem a bit unladylike to me, and I did give her a bit of a scolding for getting her dress wet, but I am so happy for her to have all the friends she does at this age, girlhood is no time to be lonely.

There were many fun activities for the children like pumpkin carving and even a hay maze. Charlie particularly enjoyed that distraction I could barely drag him out when it was time to go. I think that he and his little friends may have decided it was their castle and he was a knight charged with protecting it, but it's a bit hard to understand him on account of him being only three.

It was a jolly afternoon to celebrate what's left of autumn, there is a definite chill to the air this evening and I can almost smell the frost on the wind. The shutters are closed tight against the chill most nights now; I suppose I must accept that winter is hiding just around the corner.

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Addicted to you Chp.19

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 7864

Summary: Minho enjoys his time back with the boys and teasing Chan on set for Red Lights before returning home. He joins his friends for the upcoming week abroad, knowing there'll be some interviews coming up. On their flight, Chan and Minho settle some ground rules for the near time.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, crack, teasing, angst, fear of flying, anxious!min, soft!chan

Chp.18| Chp. 20

And everybody needs somebody To be right by their side Wouldn't it be amazing to find someone you're safe with? So do you wanna be my somebody? My Somebody ~ James TW

A little later, they all took their seats on the sofa in front of the TV with their food. Minho collected their first round of trash and walked over to the bin to throw it all away. On his way back, he grabbed his phone from the table and absentmindedly ran into a chair in the process. A sharp pain shot through his knee and took over his body, making him retch softly at the instant dizzy feeling. Minho gripped the table tightly and squeezed his eyes shut, cursing loudly to find some outlet for his pain. Felix and Chan jumped up and rushed to his side, bracing him. "Deep breaths," Chan said gently as Felix rubbed his lower back soothingly.

"Fuck, have I always been that clumsy?" he groaned softly and buried his face in his arm on the table. The pain was pulsing through his whole body. He was fighting the nausea from the initial impact desperately.

"You have," Seungmin answered his question with a compassionate smile.

"Do you need some ice?" Jeongin asked, already on the way to get some as Chan nodded.

"Fuck, I'm dizzy," he said quietly as he tightly held onto Chan while squeezing his eyes shut. He shivered as he felt a hard chill run through his body and bit back a pained moan.

"Sit down for a moment," Chan said, trying not to sound too worried. He guided him onto a chair carefully. He and Felix stayed by Minho’s side until Minho could see clearly and was in minimal pain.

Once he gave them the okay, they got him back to the sofa. Hyunjin and Changbin already made room for him on the longest part of the sofa. Jisung held the pillows in place until he sat down. Minho giggled at them softly. "I'm not dying, you know."

"Just a little bit," Seungmin chuckled teasingly and handed him some water. Jeongin handed Chan the icepack, and Changbin came back with a wet cloth, gently wiping Minho's face and neck to cool him down.

Chan sat down next to him and carefully pulled up his pants to check the damage. He sent Jisung to get some tape and carefully applied some when he returned. Minho looked at their shocked faces, seeing how bruised and swollen his knee was. "I told you it's fucked up," he sighed.

"No wonder you're in constant pain," Jeongin said worriedly.

"It'll get better. I just have to be careful. And stop bumping into stuff," he laughed. "Stop looking so worried! It'll be okay." They all guiltily smiled, knowing this wouldn't help Minho deal with it either. "Thank you, love," he said once Chan was done and placed the icepack on top of his knee after pulling his pants back down.

Chan sat down behind him, letting him rest against his chest, and wrapped his arms around his stomach. The rest settled down as well and Felix started the movie. Minho started eating and fed Chan, giving him half of his food. He ate slowly to pace himself, but nevertheless, he soon started feeling too full. Chan noticed and gently rubbed his stomach, not commenting on it. Minho relaxed into his touch and continued feeding him for now.

Once they were done eating, Felix curled up on Changbin's lap, holding hands with Hyunjin, who had Jisung cuddling to his side. Jeongin had Seungmin on his lap and mindlessly ghosted his fingers over his thighs.

Chan glanced around the room and raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "Is this new, or have I been blind?" Chan asked Minho in his ear, only for him to hear.

Minho glanced at their friends before smirking. "You've been blind as fuck, apparently."

"Probably because I only have eyes for you," he whispered, and Minho blushed.

"That's a lie. You didn't even notice when I was avoiding you," he told him.

"Well, who do you think I was thinking about, huh?" he giggled quietly and took Minho's hand.

"Dumbass," he said fondly and looked down as Chan subconsciously started fondling the ring on his finger. The bracelet was shimmering around his wrist as well. He smiled softly and brought their hands to his mouth, kissing his knuckles. "I love you, Channie."

"I love you too, kitten," he said absentmindedly. Minho turned a little, meeting his eyes. There was a low cloud of lust in his eyes. "What?" he asked, smiling at his loving gaze.

"Nothing," he smiled before shifting sideways. Chan leaned down, getting the message, and their lips met for a sweet kiss. Minho's hand rested on Chan's cheek as he kissed him sweetly.

"Guys seriously, get a room!" Hyunjin snapped, and Minho pulled away from Chan, only to realize he didn't even mean them. He was talking to Felix, who was smiling blissfully as Changbin kissed his neck, one of his hands creeping beneath his shirt. He was also talking to Seungmin, who was now straddling Jeongin's lap and kissing the younger male passionately.

Chan raised his eyebrows as he noticed what Hyunjin meant. Seungmin suddenly moaned as Jeongin made him grind down on his lap. "Chan!" Hyunjin protested.

"What?! I didn't do anything?" he laughed.

"I think that's the point, darling," Minho chuckled. "Seungmin, Jeongin, off you go. Not on my sofa!" he told them. Their maknae rolled his eyes at him but quickly got up, Seungmin following closely behind. He glanced over at Changbin and Felix and raised his eyebrows at them. "You two as well, go get a room. Everyone knowing about each other’s relationships doesn't mean we'll start having sex parties in our living room. I paid for half of the furniture in here so if someone ruins it, it will be me."

Chan's eyes widened. "Minho," he chuckled. Felix pouted at them.

"I mean it. Watch the movie or do whatever or whoever you want behind closed doors," Minho shook his head and waved them off, focusing back on the tv.

Suddenly, only half of them were left. Minho comfortably leaned back against Chan once more.

"I missed you, Minho hyung," Jisung laughed. "Not on my sofa!"

Minho threw a pillow at him. "Just because you can't tell them to fuck off," he giggled and rolled his eyes as he heard two doors upstairs fell closed. "Great, they found it," he said before turning up the volume, making Hyunjin and Jisung laugh.

Chan snorted softly. "Gosh, I love you."

"I know you do," he smirked, focusing on the movie again. He smiled softly as Chan intertwined their fingers and cuddled into him once again. After a while, Minho turned to look at him. "How do cuddles and kisses sound once we're done here?" he asked quietly, watching Chan's face break into a beautiful smile.

"That sounds perfect," he whispered back almost immediately. Minho was once more reminded of how cuddly his boyfriend was.

"You're so cute," he whispered lovingly and poked the sweet dimples appearing as Chan's smile widened shyly.

"Stop it, or Hyunjin will ban us to our room for being too loving," he giggled quietly.

"He won't do shit. This is still my sofa," he joked back, and Chan laughed out loud.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes at him as Chan contorted his face apologetically. "Honestly, we're the only ones watching this movie," he said to Jisung, but didn’t get an answer back. He looked down curiously, realizing he had fallen asleep in his arms. He groaned softly, not wanting to wake him. "Seriously?"

Chan and Minho’s laughter sounded in the air, the two unable to hold themselves back anymore. "I'm sorry," Chan pressed out between laughter, and Minho smacked his chest.

Hyunjin looked over at them before laughing as well, realizing the evening had been a ridiculous joke. "I'll bring him to bed. You two have fun," he chuckled and gently scooped him up.

Minho waved him goodbye before turning back to the tv and yawning softly. "What the hell are we watching anyways?" he asked once Hyunjin and Jisung were upstairs.

"I have no idea. I didn't get the plot," Chan admitted.

"Seriously, what is this?" Minho laughed and took a look at the time. "They want to make sense of that in ten minutes? I don't think so." They glanced at each other before watching the rest in silence. Once the movie ended, Minho shook his head. "Told you."

"It kinda makes sense, though," Chan said.

"How does that make any sense? Stop making shit up," he giggled, and Chan laughed, defeated.

"Fine, I didn't get it either," he admitted.

"Such a waste of my time," he rolled his eyes and turned off the TV. "Who picked that one?"

"No idea…But it probably wasn't about the movie for most of them," he pointed out.

"That's some move. Turn on a shitty movie so your lover/boyfriend will start entertaining you instead," Minho said. There was a silly sinister undertone in his words, and it did not go unnoticed by his lover.

"Why do you sound so proud?" he laughed.

"I raised them too well sometimes," he smirked. He suddenly squirmed as Chan tickled his sides. "Channie, don't," he giggled.

"Let's go and cuddle?" he asked sweetly, and Minho nodded. Chan got up, and Minho made grabby hands toward him, giggling as Chan lifted him up instead. They began their journey upstairs. "How's your knee?" he asked gently as he walked upstairs.

"Feels a lot better now than when I ran into that stupid chair," he told him.

"That's good," he said, relieved. "You should probably let one of the doctors look at it again before you return home."

"Yeah, probably," Minho agreed and reached down to open the door as Chan struggled to do so, still carrying him. They got changed, and Minho stole some clothes from Chan. He got comfortable in bed and turned onto his side, Chan doing the same, facing him. They gazed at each other, entangled their legs, and scooted closer. "Thank you." Minho spoke softly.

"For what?" Chan asked, a little confused.

"For being there for me today. For taking care of me. For openly showing you love me in front of our friends," he told him, his soft expression making him look very vulnerable. "For being my home and safe place."

"Minho," he said softly and took his hand, intertwining their fingers. "That's what I should've been doing from the start. I should be the one thanking you for giving me another chance to love you again."

"It's my honor," he joked lightheartedly and winked at him.

Chan giggled and brought their hands up to his face, kissing his knuckles. "I never thanked you."

"For what?" he asked, rubbing mindless patterns on the back of his hand with his thumb.

"For saving my life," Chan answered, growing serious. "I don't know if I can ever thank you for that."

"Channie," Minho shook his head. "You still being here today is all I could ask for...I don't know what I would've done if…"

"You're strong, Minho. You would've pulled through," he said.

"I don't want to be strong, Chan. I want to be happy and whole with you by my side," he said, searching his eyes. "You get that?"

Chan nodded bravely and swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, I was stupid."

"Don't you dare ever try to leave me behind again," he said, soft but firmly. Chan's eyes filled with tears as he firmly shook his head.

"I won't, I promise," he pressed out, and big tears trailed their way down his cheeks. He tried to swallow down his tears, but Minho's gentle expression made him hesitate.

"Let it out for once, you big idiot," he said fondly, pulling him against his chest. Chan hid his face in his chest as a sob shook his body. Minho's comforting and firm hold on him tightened at that broken sound. "I got you, Channie love," he promised and kissed his hair repeatedly. "I got you."

"Sometimes I still feel like I'll just fall apart again," he whimpered into his chest. "What if you're not there to stop me then?"

Minho's heart sank, and a wave of panic crept inside him, making him suck in a sharp breath. "Chan," he said shakily and hugged him tight. "I love you. So much. But that's a responsibility I can't take."

"I know," he sniffled.

"Baby, you need help. I can hold your hand along the way. But I can't be the one pushing you over every hurdle," Minho told him. "I can't, especially not right now."

Chan remained silent for a little too long before speaking up again. "When you saw your therapist yesterday morning, I made an appointment with someone not far from here. I know I need to work through this, and I can't dump it all on you."

"You did?" he asked, surprised and feeling a large weight leave his shoulders. "Channie, I'm so proud of you," he said softly, kissing his head.

"I won't lose you again, Minho, I'll fight for us…and I won't put you at risk of losing me for good," Chan told him and curled up against him.

"We'll get through our shit together," Minho told him, and Chan squeezed him agreeingly. "Sounds like a plan."

Chan spoke up after a while again. "Did I ever tell you how happy I am that we got you back?"

"Only a thousand times," Minho joked lovingly.

"I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else by my side," he told him.

"Of course not, I'm amazing," he joked. Chan groaned softly.

"Fuck you," he giggled and buried his nose in his neck. "But you're right. You are amazing."

"Not really, but thanks," Minho said and ran his hand through his curls. "You're my favorite Stay, always hyping me up," he giggled.

"You're an idiot," he said fondly and pulled back. "But you're my idiot." He kissed him lovingly. They got lost in kisses for the next few minutes.

Minho was starting to get tired and pulled back after a while. "Are you tired yet, Channie love?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he giggled. Minho rolled his eyes softly. They pulled each other close beneath the blanket and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Minho was up before everyone else, a few sun rays caressing his skin. He yawned as his eyes opened and looked at his sleeping lover. After marveling at how beautiful Chan was in his sleep for another half an hour, he decided to get up. Downstairs, he started preparing breakfast for everyone, knowing they'd appear from their rooms as soon as the smell traveled through the house. Minho smiled softly as someone wrapped their arms around him from behind, planting a soft, tiny kiss on the back of his neck.

"Missed you," Chan mumbled and tiredly buried his face in his neck.

"I was gone for twenty minutes, love," he giggled.

"Got cold," he complained.

"What did you do without me, huh?" he teased him and reached back, ruffling through his hair.

"Shivered all alone in my bed. That's why I never sleep," Chan gave back, tired enough to tease him back with even bigger bullshit. Minho laughed out loud, and Chan covered his mouth. "Shh, the kids are still sleeping."

Minho kissed the palm of his hand, and Chan pulled it back, giggling. He turned in his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck, brushing their noses together. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," he smiled sweetly and kissed his nose. "So so much."

"God, you're disgusting," Seungmin groaned and sat down at the table.

"You're one to talk after last night. On the sofa," Chan fired back with a playful glare.

"Disgustingly cute, fine," he rolled his eyes.

"Shall I remind you of what happened on that table over there?" Minho asked him quietly and smirked, amused as Chan blushed heavily.

"Stop being such a tease!" Seungmin protested loudly. They glanced over to see Jeongin hugging him from behind, one hand disappearing beneath the table.

"Huh, yesterday you didn't mind," he shrugged.

"Give him a break," Felix said as he strolled in, Changbin right behind him.

"I bet you had your fun last night. Now behave at least for breakfast," Hyunjin groaned softly, appearing from the living room.

The kitchen was more alive than ever in a span of seconds. But…someone was missing. "Where's Hannie?" Minho stopped them all from bickering.

"Doesn't feel like company," Hyunjin shrugged.

Minho frowned softly and grabbed a plate, filling it with some food. "You all start without us, alright?"

"There he goes, our ever-caring mum," Changbin grinned.

Minho rolled his eyes at him and giggled as Chan punched Changbin’s arm. "Behave." Making his way upstairs with food in hand, he gently knocked on Jisung's bedroom door before stepping inside. "Hungry?" he asked and held up the plate.

Jisung smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah."

Minho gently closed the door behind himself and sat down at the edge of the bed, handing him his plate. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just in a bad mood," he told him and sighed softly. "I don't even know why."

"That happens," he nodded and gently rubbed his back. "You're sure you don't want to join us downstairs? Chan said something about ordering cheesecake."

Jisung glanced at him. "No, he didn't. You'll just tell him to do so when we're downstairs," he giggled.

Minho playfully rolled his eyes. "Fine, you caught me. I'll order it myself this time."

He chuckled softly and chewed on his lower lip. "I'll just spoil the mood, won't I?"

"Oh, please, it can't be as bad as Chan and I the last couple of weeks," he laughed, and Jisung grinned. "You'd be missed down there, you know?"

Jisung nodded gently. "Okay…and you'll actually get cheesecake?"

"Absolutely," he winked at him and ruffled his hair as Jisung hugged him tightly. "Now, come on, Jisungie."

Once they made it downstairs, Minho sat down beside Chan with Jisung on his other side and smiled softly, seeing that Chan had already filled his plate. "Thanks, love."

"Of course. You know how they are," Chan laughed before leaning forward and looking at Jisung. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just in a bad mood for no reason," he nodded.

"Happens to the best of us. Cheesecake?" Chan offered. Jisung started laughing, to Chan’s surprise.

"I swear you two are sharing a brain sometimes," he told him.

"You had the same idea?" Chan asked, giggling, and Minho nodded.

"Ji, you want to help me bake some later?" Felix asked. Jisung smiled at him gently and nodded. Everyone took a moment to eat and enjoy each other’s company.

"When do we have to leave again?" Hyunjin asked.

"At 9, so in an hour," Chan told him for the tenth time this week. "Still feeling up for this?" he asked Minho gently.

"Sure, that's what I came for in the first place," he chuckled. Chan wrapped his arm around him, kissing his temple gently.

Minho was very excited to be back on set again without having to exert himself for the sake of the group. He watched their stylists get Chan and Hyunjin dressed, and couldn’t help but secretly drool about the outfits they had planned for his love. They showed him the choreography they had worked out with Felix, and Minho made some adjustments. Nothing amused him as much as showing Hyunjin how to grab Chan’s neck and feeling him gulp against his hand, subconsciously leaning into his grip a little. Minho decided to make a mental note of that for later and assisted them throughout the day.

Everyone seemed glad to have him there. There was a moment Hyunjin seemed a little nervous until Minho told him to calm down, assuring him that it was completely fine touching Chan like that. He got them dinner later, teasing them the entire journey back home. Only an hour later, their staff sent them the video. Of course everyone wanted to see it. Chan and Hyunjin sank deeper into the pillows with every teasing comment or proud smirk of their partners.

Needless to say, Minho got a lot of kisses later once Chan finally had enough of all the teasing.

Minho giggled softly as Chan’s lips traveled down his neck, hands gripping his hips. He buried his hand in his hair and sighed softly, leaning against the kitchen counter, completely forgetting about their lunch in preparation. “Channie, come on. They’ll be back home soon,” he chuckled, and the front door opened.

“Chan hyung, stop distracting him. We’d actually like to eat, please!” Jeongin whined protestingly.

Chan smirked, turning around with Minho in his hold to face their friends. “Shut up, the grown-ups are talking,” he told him, planting another kiss on the back of his neck.

“Doesn’t look like talking to me,” Hyunjin commented dryly and made his way to the fridge. “Need any help, Minho?”

“With escaping my boyfriend?” he asked, laughing, and Chan made a protesting sound. “You guys could set the table. I’ll be done in a minute,” he said before turning and kissing Chan very softly on the lips. “I love you, now move.”

“Idiots,” Changbin muttered under his breath as he entered the kitchen. He lifted the lid of the pot, but cursed loudly as he burned himself.

“Who’s the idiot now?” Seungmin laughed.

“Are you okay, babe?” Felix asked worriedly as Changbin continued cursing.

Minho rolled his eyes and gently pushed him to the sink. “Pour some cold water over it. I told you a million times not to do that.”

“Yeah, why won’t you listen to Mum?” Jeongin asked, grinning.

Minho turned around slowly and blinked at him. “If you don’t stop that, I will pluck you. I’m starting to think you have a kink,” he warned him.

“Maybe I do?” he teased back.

“Ey!” Chan protested loudly. “Just because you guys share each other, doesn’t mean I’ll share Minho with you.”

“You already did, with Felix,” Hyunjin pointed out.

“Oh my god, can we eat?!” Jisung chimed in, banging his head on the table.

Minho gently patted his shoulder and watched them all bicker, very amused. No matter how insane they were, this was his family. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A few days later, Minho pulled his suitcase after him and readjusted his mask before entering the airport. Spending time at home had lightened his mood, but now he suddenly felt sick. He didn't know if it was the flight he'd have to take in a bit or the fact that he’d be back in public again. What seemed like a fun idea only a week ago now felt like their worst possible situation. He’d have to open up for their first scheduled interview. He could only pray that there’d be no more questions about him and Chan. He subtly shoved his hand into his jacket, pressing it against his stomach and taking a deep breath as he spotted the others.

There stood Felix and Seungmin, Jisung in their middle who, to his trained eyes, seemed to be shaking already from the amount of people around them. Jeongin and Hyunjin stood behind them, looking at something on one of their phones. Changbin waved to a fan nearby whilst Chan was doing a headcount. Of course. Minho made his way through the cameras and crowd around them, keeping his head low, hoping not to get recognized quickly. Shortly before he reached them, someone suddenly took a picture of him, and the bright light in front of his face made him go blind for a moment. He looked up and realized he was already cut off from the rest. "Excuse me," he said repeatedly as he tried to make his way through the crowd.

Suddenly, Chan was next to him and handed his suitcase to Felix before pulling him closer to the rest. "Welcome back," he said.

"I miss home already," Minho answered, and they both laughed.

"Welcome to your crazy home, in that case," he grinned before the others all welcomed Minho with hugs. Minho smiled softly. Welcome to your crazy home, indeed. The group made their way through the halls, making small talk.

But Minho couldn’t shake this feeling looming over him. It was like the closer they got to their plane, the more nervous he became. His passport and ticket almost slipped from his hands as he lined up with the rest, and he took deep breaths to calm himself. Once he was through passport control, nausea was creeping up his chest and throat. He looked around, searching for someone to stick to in case his fear got the better of him. Everyone seemed to be talking to someone, and even Jisung looked a lot calmer now that they were practically alone again. Before he realized it, he was next to Chan, tugging at the sleeve of his jacket. "Hyung?" he asked quietly.

Chan frowned softly when someone tugged at his jacket and turned around slightly, meeting Minho's wide, dark eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, not quite picking up on it yet. He shook his head and exhaled shakily, gripping onto Chan's arm. Chan gently pulled off Minho's mask and immediately noticed his trembling lower lip and how pale he was. "Hand?" he asked, finally realizing what was going on, and Minho nodded. Chan gently grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. "Deep breaths. I’m right there with you the whole time, okay?" Minho nodded again and subconsciously stepped even closer to him. Chan soothingly rubbed his thumb over the palm of his hand. "Tell me about home, how are your cats doing?"

Minho's eyes lit up a little as he started talking about his three babies. "They really loved that ball you bought for them, by the way," he told him.

"Oh really?" Chan giggled and pulled Minho with him towards the entrance to their plane. "I hope you took a video. We forgot to show them when I was there."

"Of course I did," he assured him and didn't fully notice Chan leading him into the plane until he saw the crew waiting for them. "Chan?" he asked timidly.

"I'm here," he promised, leading him to his seat. He made sure Minho sat down and fastened the seatbelt for him before stepping away from him toward his own seat at the other side's window.

Minho once again grabbed his sleeve and held him back. "Channie?"

Chan stopped at the soft-spoken nickname and sat down in the seat next to him. He looked at him questioningly as Minho's ears burned up in embarrassment as he searched for words. "Do you want me to ask Felix to swap places?"

Minho nodded timidly. "I'm not…I don't want to worry him. You've seen how intense my fear of heights can get-."

"I'll tell him," he nodded calmingly and got up, walking into the front to Felix, who was still talking to Hyunjin. Only a little later, he was next to Minho and held his hand like he did before. He tried to ignore the curious looks of their friends and focus on Minho, who seemed to be trying to do the same. Once the pilot announced their takeoff, Minho turned awfully pale, as if he’d seen a ghost. Chan pushed up the armrest between their seats and wrapped his right arm around Minho, who sank into his hold.

Minho reached for his unoccupied hand and held on tight, squeezing his eyes shut as the plane started moving. "How was everything while I was gone?" he asked to distract himself.

"We missed you," Chan told him, not knowing how warm he made the younger one feel with his use of 'we'. "I especially missed you during dance practice," he admitted, laughing.

"What happened?" he chuckled. When he left, he thought they were all doing great.

"Apparently, they're still confused when their main dancer is missing. They can fill in each other's spots effortlessly but not yours," he explained and bit back a giggle as the plane took off and Minho's grip on him got tighter. He soothingly rubbed his back and rested his head against his. "It was very chaotic, and I gave up after a while."

"Our leader gave up? No wonder it was chaotic," Minho said, pressing his lips together tightly as the plane went higher and higher. He kept his eyes closed, focusing on Chan only: how his natural scent surrounded him, how his body felt against his, how his calm voice lulled him in.

"I may be our leader, but there's a reason you're the main dancer. Luckily, you're not only the second oldest but also very talented. Which means they respect your opinion," Chan went on, knowing Minho needed to be kept busy during the takeoff. "We both know how quickly they adapt to what you tell them during practice."

"Okay, I may see the issue here," he agreed, chuckling. "What exactly is our schedule for next week?"

"Tomorrow we have several interviews. Tuesday we'll be on a radio show. Wednesday a group interview and some games on a TV show. Thursday is our day off. Friday we have a small performance on TV, I think…and the weekend is free again," Chan told him. "We'll see how you're feeling by Friday and decide on a dance you'll manage."

"It'll be fine no matter what we do. I can rest all week, i'm sure it won't take that long for me to recover," he said hopefully. The plane slowly stabilized, and Minho pulled back, exhaling softly. "I still don't know what's worse, going up higher and higher or the landing where I feel like we're about to crash."

Chan pulled his arm back and laughed gently. "Both sound awful when you put it like that."

"Welcome to my world," he laughed and nervously fidgeted with his trousers. He didn't think twice when Chan offered him his hand again and took it, automatically intertwining their fingers. "Thanks," he said softly and gave his hand a squeeze.

"Of course," he nodded and shifted a little in his seat to face him. Minho frowned but did the same to see what he was up to now. "Can I tell you everything that's been on my mind since what happened before we left your parents’ place?"

His eyes widened at his words. "Chan," Minho sighed. "This really isn't the time or place."

"You don't have to say anything, just listen. I had time to think this through while you were gone, and I realized how much I fucked up. I want to make this right, and I need you to know that," Chan told him.

"I told you, it’s fine. I don’t know why I panicked like that, but I’m sorry," he tried, but Chan seemed to be convinced this was the perfect moment to be vulnerable. "There's staff around."

"I don't care," he shrugged, ignoring Minho's scolding look.

"We'll just worry everyone if we keep whispering like this," he tried weakly. But Chan shrugged his shoulders again.

"We already did, they’ll manage," he said stubbornly and took hold of Minho's second hand as well. "Just give me a minute."

"Oh, for fucks sake. You'll do it anyway, so get on with it," he gave in and braced himself for whatever he was about to hear.

“I know it was my idea to go to that hotel room, and we should’ve probably stayed for the night instead of leaving after a few hours,” he told him. Minho nodded agreeingly. “And I didn’t care so much what they were writing about me because I know none of that is true.”

“Uhuh,” Minho tilted his head at him, growing a little confused.

“I know you’re having trouble trusting yourself right now,” he said, and Minho straightened up a little. “So when some of those articles popped up, I got scared you’d make that your new reality.”

“Come on, I might be anxious, but I’m not delusional,” he sighed.

“You tend to believe shit when you’re anxious, and the fact that you started to panic after reading the headlines tells me everything I need to know,” Chan pointed out gently, and Minho nodded slowly.

“Okay, fine,” he sighed softly. “But Chan, I’m trying not to care about it anymore. I might differ from you on that point, but if someone asks me if I have a boyfriend, I'd say yes without hesitation. No matter where you go, there's always someone who won't approve of it. And I stopped caring about it. I’m not ashamed. Our friends would deny themselves if they wouldn’t support us publicly, and I know I’m ready if we slip up."

"That might've worked in high school, but we're idols now. They'll destroy everything we’ve worked for," he reasoned.

"Let them," Minho spat out and let go of Chan's hands. "I want to be happy and proud of who I am, and of who I’m dating. If my job restricts me from being happy, I don't want it."

"You can't possibly mean that," Chan said quietly and felt the eyes of the others resting on them with every passing minute.

Minho leaned towards him and tapped his forehead at him. "This industry fucks people up, one after another, for reasons like this. Hannie suffers from panic attacks weekly because he gets forced into crowds. Felix gets hate for being too bubbly and happy. Changbin's too loud. Seungmin's too sassy. And Jeongin can't find the balance between being the baby everyone wants to see and finally growing up. We almost lost Hyunjin before. I literally destroyed my body and mental health to not disappoint on stage, and don't get me started on you because that night a few months ago should answer that."

"So you want us to quit, is that it?" Chan asked, irritated. His stubbornness made him miss the point completely.

"Listen to me, smartass. You've been in this industry the longest, you know how it is. I'm not saying we should quit because as long as we have each other's back, we're stronger than all this shit. But I need you to have my back too in order for this to work," he told him firmly. “You keep on telling me not to listen to what the public says about me. Over and over again. You became my safe place a long time ago, Channie hyung. Let me be yours for once, and trust me with this.”

"I want nothing else more than that," he whispered honestly, suddenly remembering where they were. "But I'm scared we'll destroy everything, Minnie. I don't know if it would be wise to rush things like this now. We just figured it out for ourselves. I don’t think I’m ready to announce we’re boyfriends yet."

Minho shook his head and gently caressed his cheeks. "No rush. We'll take things one step at a time," he promised and searched his eyes. "Give me a chance to make you happy and be honest if someone finds out. That's all I want."

Chan didn't answer but leaned forward, burying his face in his chest, and tightly wrapped his arms around him. "Promise?" he asked softly.

"I promise," Minho answered just as softly and lovingly caressed his hair. He buried his face in Chan’s soft curls and closed his eyes.

They stayed like that for a long while, enjoying each other’s embrace. Finally, looking up, they noticed their friends staring at them more or less subtly. "Fucks sake," Chan laughed.

"Let them be," Minho laughed and exhaled deeply. He met Felix's questioning eyes and flashed him a reassuring smile. Only seconds later, they all joined them in the back.

"Are you two okay?" Hyunjin spoke up after a moment. Minho glanced at Chan, who was holding his hand again.

"We're working on it because there are still things we don’t know how to handle in public," Chan answered, and he simply nodded agreeingly.

"Oh, thank God. I thought we had to deal with Chan being a pain in our ass again," Changbin sighed and ignored the glare he got from their leader.

Jisung hummed, agreeing. "We had to do all the work because he couldn't focus."

"Will you two shut up now?" Chan protested as the rest started laughing at him.

"You should've seen him," Felix winked at Minho.

"How cute," Minho chuckled and teasingly pinched his side. "I was gone for a few days. I really thought you could cope without me." Chan rolled his eyes at him before placing two fingers beneath his chin and making him look at him again. The mischievous look in his eyes made Minho's stomach flutter. "Channie, no-" he started to protest but got cut off by Chan's lips meeting his.

Chan kissed him sweetly, knowing how to distract his lover with ease. He pulled back and raised his eyebrows at him. "You were saying?"

Minho cleared his throat and blushed deeply, but couldn't wipe off that stupid smile from his lips. "I think I forgot."

"You're disgustingly cute," Changbin said, smacking Hyunjin's arm, who rolled his eyes.

"A little risky but cute," Felix agreed, anxiously glancing back at their staff.

"Relax, they're all sleeping," Seungmin shrugged.

“How will you deal with all the rumors?” Jeongin asked curiously. “I mean, Minho hyung will get loads of questions about that break anyway, but…”

"As soon as we show our fans that new performance, there'll be enough rumors about us all that’ll spark just by looking at each other," Chan shrugged. It was Minho’s turn to smack his arm, thinking of the reactions to come.

"That's what you get for letting Danceracha come up with new dances," Jisung grinned.

"Lots of rumors," Changbin nodded.

"Lots of edits," Chan added.

"Lots of attention, which is what we all want for the group. So shut up," Felix laughed. Minho winked at him thankfully.

Chan opened the door to their hotel room and held it open for Minho as well. They took off their jackets and shoes before walking into the main room. Minho turned on the lights and glanced around the room. There was a table at the window, which would soon be transformed into Chan's working space, a huge bed, and a TV. Minho sighed softly and sat on the floor with his suitcase, starting to unpack his stuff. Chan mumbled about going to take a shower.

Once he had stored everything away, he changed into more comfortable clothes and sat down at the edge of the bed. He carefully pulled up his sweatpants to check on his knee and contorted his face at the sight of it. The bruise was slowly fading away, but it was still swollen. "Fuck," he breathed out and gently eased the fabric of his sweatpants back down. He lay back and stared up at the ceiling, thinking of their schedule. Five days until he'd have to dance again. Maybe only three to rest his knee, depending on the games they'd have to play. He still needed to walk everyday. That didn't sound all too good, in his opinion. Maybe he’d have to talk to Chan about that.

"You’re okay?" Chan asked, chuckling to himself as he stepped out of the bathroom and spotted him staring at nothing.

Minho pushed himself up on his elbows and started to answer his question, but completely lost his train of thought seeing him. Chan was only wearing a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair wet and slightly curling from the heat in the bathroom. "Yeah, I'm okay," he finally answered, trying his hardest not to stare at his hyung's trained body.

"How's your knee?" he asked as he walked to his suitcase and pulled out some pants and a shirt.

His toned back teasing Minho as he watched him, trying to find words. "Much better," he lied and mentally slapped himself for it.

"Oh yeah? That's good to hear," Chan smiled before turning around and taking a closer look at his face. He bit back a smile as he spoke. "You're lying, aren't you? Your ears are getting all red, and you always try to sweet talk me when you are."

Minho rolled his eyes and dropped back onto the mattress, knowing he was caught. "Fine, it got a little better…the bruise is fading, at least." He looked up as the mattress next to him dipped beneath Chan's weight.

"It's still swollen?" he asked, and Minho simply nodded. "Does it still hurt?"

"Walking is alright. Stairs are a bitch, but when aren't they? I don't think dancing will be much better. I haven't done it since I started my break," he spoke truthfully.

"Shit, do you think it'll get better before we go on tour in a month?" he asked worriedly.

"I don't know, Chan. I guess that depends on how much I have to do before then. Maybe it's my turn to sit in a chair and sing my parts, and hope to keep myself entertained," he sighed and tried really hard to look into Chan's eyes and nothing below. "Are you gonna walk around like that the whole week?" he suddenly asked.

Chan glanced down at himself before raising an eyebrow at him. "Would that be a problem?"

"It's a bit distracting, to be honest," Minho admitted and tilted his head at him.

"Really? You never seemed to mind before," Chan teased and leaned above him a little, his hair falling into his face in the process.

"Well, usually it doesn’t just stop there. So, of course I didn't," he snorted, sinking into Chan's sweet eyes.

"That's what's bothering you? The towel?" he asked giggling.

"Now you're just being a tease," he rolled his eyes and hooked his finger underneath the towel bunched up at his waist, pulling him towards himself. "Or maybe that's what you wanted all along, walking around like that."

Chan climbed onto his lap and braced himself next to his head. "Would that be an issue?" he asked teasingly.

Minho smirked, knowing he had him where he wanted him. He teasingly brushed his hand down Chan's bare back and connected their lips. Their kiss turned passionate, and Minho grabbed Chan's bum, making him grind against his thigh. Chan moaned softly into the kiss and tangled his hand in his hair. He let him repeat the movement a few times, loving how worked up he suddenly sounded. Minho smirked and pulled back, gently shoving him off. "I think I could use a shower," he announced, hopping off the bed.

Chan stared at him in shock before realizing he had only received his teasing right back. "Unbelievable," he groaned.

"Now get dressed, you tease. I thought you didn't want to rush things?" he asked, grinning, and closed the door to the bathroom.

“I wasn’t talking about - Minho!” Chan protested, but couldn’t help the chuckle that left his chest.

He met his own reflection in the mirror, and for the first time in a while, his smile seemed genuine. The fact that Chan couldn’t seem to stay away from him since they talked it out definitely helped restore his anxious heart and thoughts.

Chan rubbed his face and shook his head at himself before chuckling. Of course, Minho wouldn't let him get away with being a tease like that.

Shortly after, they both got ready for their dinner in town with the others. Minho was about to leave their room when Chan pulled him back. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.

"What?" he giggled softly and searched his eyes, wondering if he was joking.

"I won't be able to all evening," Chan explained, gently cupping his face. "And you look too handsome not to."

Minho blushed before grabbing his neck and pulling him in. Their lips met in a deep, but gentle kiss, and Minho sighed sweetly at the feeling. He had missed their little moments like these. "Better?" he asked, chuckling as he pulled back.

"Almost," Chan smiled before kissing him again.

"Cheesy," he whispered, brushing his thumb over his neck. Minho rested his forehead against Chan's as he grabbed his waist. "We're gonna be late, come on, love."

Chan wrapped his arms around him from the back and rested his head on his shoulder, still smiling as they were already out in the hallway. "I missed that, you know."

Minho snorted softly and gently put his hands onto Chan's, intertwining their fingers smoothly. "I missed you too, my touchy baby." Chan pressed a kiss on the back of his neck and smiled as Minho melted back into him. "Some things never change."

"It's been a few days, Channie," he groaned. He flinched hard as Changbin suddenly shouted their names. Even Chan let go of him and turned around to find the source.

"I knew you two would be an issue," he groaned. "Asking us to be discreet," he rolled his eyes.

Felix giggled, delighted by the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. He gently patted Changbin's arm. "Let them live a little, Changbinnie."

He glanced at Felix a little doubtfully but relaxed, looking into his kind, bright eyes. "Fine, if you say so."

"You handle him well these days," Minho winked at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Changbin asked.

“How did I never notice them being a couple?” Chan asked, watching them with squinted eyes.

"Discretion, my love," Minho smiled knowingly.

"I told him the day we got together," Felix admitted.

"Wait, what?" Changbin asked, surprised.

"I got scared of the possible consequences. Minho seemed like the right person to talk to," he told them, giggling at their confused expressions. "That's also how we came up with that dance once you and Min were a thing."

"Oh, you're such a tease," Changbin laughed.

"Sounds familiar?" Minho smirked at Chan, who was still looking at them suspiciously.

"I can't believe you two have been gossiping behind our backs. Felix, out of everyone," Chan said playfully, hurt.

"Don't think we didn't talk about what you two did back at his parents’ home," Felix grinned and took hold of Minho's arm. "Let's go and grab dinner."

Minho giggled and followed along as Chan and Changbin exchanged a shocked look. "I'm surprised you two haven't been talking about it. You spend all that time together."

"Yeah sure, and traumatize Hannie with our love lives," Changbin said.

"Excuse me, what?" Jisung asked, who just happened to step out of his room.

"Oh fuck me," Chan groaned, switching to English.

"Not now, love," Minho said cheerfully, making Felix laugh.

"Hey, what did I miss now?" Jisung spoke up with wide eyes. His friends filled him in, and he simply rolled his eyes. "You're not that subtle, you know. Why do you think Jeongin asked you about Minho hyung? You and Felix weren’t a surprise either…idiots," he shook his head before joining Minho and Felix, who couldn't stop laughing.

Chan exchanged a horrified look with Changbin as they followed their lovers and close friends. "We should definitely start talking about this stuff. It’s embarrassing how we didn’t pick up on this until it was too late" Changbin confessed.

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 8~

Not far from the cave system, in the opposite direction of the geothermal vents, is a living grave. Every now and again one of Naboo's massive oceanic beasts meets it's end to natural causes, and sinks into the deep. Here, new life is born.

This particular corpse of a ketho whale has been here longer than Maul has, and with it's slothful rate of decomposition, it may very well be here after he's gone. The deep water chill keeps the body all but frozen, as the mound of it feeds billions of tiny lives. Starfish, squid, shrimp, eels, octopus, crab, manta, and more. No other places in the deep sea have as much variety of life as the grave mounds do.

To Darth Maul, this place is his personal grocery store.

“Hmmm,” the sith hums, floating upside-down and perusing the options.

His favorite are the shrimp. Individual mouthfuls that crunch pleasantly. But can a Kenobi eat a shrimp? He knuckles his forehead, trying hard to remember. So much of Before was lost to him. The jedi was... human? Possibly?

…did humans eat shrimp?

He couldn't recall.

Annoyed, he makes a note to demand answers, later, and gathers a sampling for now. The brown tree fruit… whatever it was called… the inside was not nourishing enough to survive on, he knew that much.

With a sweep of the force the sith lord selects his victims. A few plush crabs, half a colony of little blue shrimp, a few colorful yellow and black fish that he knew tasted buttery and sweet, with a long eel-

He recalls, suddenly, eating barbeque eel on… on… the home place. The red world, with swamps and cliffs.

Maul catches two more eels, wondering if he can make them taste like… before. Perhaps he would cook his food for once? Some of this would need to be heated for the jedi to even stomach it. Probably.

With his catch writhing and confused in an intangible net of force, the dragonfish sith turns back for the warren of caves and tunnels.

He arrives to find the jedi in just his pants and sleeveless vest, busily rinsing his inner tunics with fruit water. His much abused leather boots were clean and shiney nearby, still wet.

Maul sloughs himself up onto land, dragging dinner up with him.

“Will that not simply make your robes sticky?” he questions the other man, skeptical of the tactic.

“They're not ripe, so they're not sweet in the slightest. I'm hoping…” Kenobi shrugs, “it's an experiment. I suppose we shall see.”

“Mnh.”

The jedi stands, turning to him while wringing out the excess fluid. “What have you got there?”

Grinning, Maul tosses the panoply of pissed off sea creatures at him. “Catch.”

The noise Kenobi makes when he takes eel to the face brings such joy to him.

The creatures scrabble for safety as the jedi backflips further away from them. “Wha! Pfss- guh- MAUL!”

Wheezing with mirth, Maul recollects his catch, and presses them all on the surface of the magma rock to boil them dead.

Kenobi looks on in horror, speechless.

After a brief grilling, Maul piles the results together at the base of the slowly deforming orb, and curls up beside it to begin eating. He picks up an eel first, of course, interested to see if the cooking would make it taste like barbeque.

It does not.

It is still good though.

The jedi lays out his clothes to dry and approaches, one hand tucked into an elbow, the other cradling his chin. He mutters, “... at least it was quick,” then clears his throat before speaking up. “Is any of that for me, or was the food throwing just to be for your own entertainment?”

“It is not my fault you cannot follow simple instructions, Kenobi, but yes. Eat what you will," Maul offers, smug.

The man sinks down onto the stone floor, watchful, and starts poking through the options.

Stupid jedi. Doing something now when he is expecting it would be boring and predictable. He will wait until the other man's guard is lowered before tormenting him again. Obviously.

“Tell me, Kenobi, did the tree fruit satisfy your thirst?” he asks, popping a shrimp in his mouth and smashing it with a crunch of his many excellent teeth.

“The coconuts? Yes… thank you. The pile will last me a few days," the man returns.

Coconuts. They are called coconuts. Of course.

Kenobi picks up an eel, handling it's rubbery length with a disgruntled look. “... I don't suppose I could have a small knife? Temporarily? I need to cut this to cook it properly.”

Maul squints at him. “You are lying, jedi.”

The man huffs, holding the limp eel up, “I am not. This is an entire eel, and not a small one either. I need to remove the guts, and filet it, then grill the slices.”

“Why would you remove the guts? The organs are the best part,” he says, even more certain that Kenobi was simply making things up.

The jedi makes a face, “Hardly.”

They glare at each other for a moment before Kenobi looks away, scowling. “Fine, I shall just… eat something else.”

Maul watches him gather up the thin black and yellow fish, and levitate them on top of the rock. He… just leaves them there. For minutes. The cave starts to smell different because of it.

“Your fish is burning, jedi,” he tells the man.

“No it isn't,” Kenobi replies.

Maul rises up on the coil of his tail, looming at something like nine feet tall to peer over top of the rock and look at the crisping bodies. They aren't any more black than before, but they are turning colors.

“They are becoming brown…”

“Good,” the man says, nonsensically.

With the force, Kenobi flips them without getting up to look. The underside is significantly more brown.

The dragonfish sith sloughs back down to the floor, thoughtful. This was cooking… he had cooked, before, many times. This was right, yes… meat turned colors. It… denatured the proteins.

He doesn't know what ‘denatured’ means anymore, but the word itself remains. Maul scowls, trying to poke at the idea.

He looks up at Kenobi, “How… denatured do you need to make… the protein… to make it edible for… humans?”

The other man hums, calling the crispy fish dinner down to himself, but holding it midair for a moment as it dissipates heat. “For humans? Oh, well, I suppose it depends on their immune system. Anakin likes everything mostly raw… but I've known others that wouldn't touch anything uncooked unless it was a plant.”

Ahah. ‘their’. Kenobi was not a human himself then.

“... and your kind?” Maul asks.

“Hmm… I suppose I prefer my own dinner well done, if only for the result of warm, spiced food,” he says, and brings one of the fish closer to himself to begin nibbling. He makes a face at it. “Mng… of which this is not. I'm glad you've brought back scaleless fish, but the flavor does leave something to be desired.”

“You are lucky I feed you at all,” he tells the fool, sneering.

Kenobi sighs, “I suppose anything is better than starving. Though I would really prefer a pan, oil, and some spice to go with it, even just salt…”

Maul gives him a look.

He scoffs. “Yes yes, I know, stop making that face at me. Beggars can't be choosers, I know.”

They eat until both are full, Maul devouring considerably more than Kenobi. He dumps the extras back into the water. The remains might attract future snacks.

“Well, sith,” the jedi says from his spot beside the magma ball, “what now? I'm fed, I'm watered, I'm warm. For the moment, I'm not dying. What are you going to do with me? Torture?”

Maul grins as he returns from throwing the extra away. “Are you excited at the prospect?”

“Certainly not,” Kenobi drawls, crossing his arms.

The dragonfish sith sways closer, passing him by. The other man clearly doesn't want him at his back, so the motion forces him to turn. As Maul circles, Kenobi keeps turning to face him.

Exactly as intended.

With the jedi's attention on his face, all the way turned around from where they began, Maul draws the end of his tail up to whip at the back of Kenobi’s calves.

The jedi makes a little hop, predicting his flanking attack with the force, but he still turns to look behind him. His mistake. Maul takes that opportunity to close the distance, getting a grip on the front of beige vests. Kenobi spins back around, arms shoving outward defensively.

One of his palms slams into Maul’s sensitive gills, painfully, making the sith snarl and take a snap at the offending limb.

Kenobi tries to tumble backwards, to get away from him, but the grip on his clothes is only joined by a tail curling behind his knees, dragging the jedi in.

The prey in his grip fights him, skilled in the force and so much more interesting to subdue than the mindless wildlife outside.

Kenobi works an elbow free, and tries slamming it point first into the tail spiraling about his hips. Maul barely feels it, but he starts trying to capture that free hand all the same. While he's on that, the jedi side steps his tail, and then drops his weight heavily while pushing downward with the force.

Maul loses hold on him entirely.

The jedi folds, rolls, and does half a cartwheel, kicking him in the arm. Then he falls backwards to gain space. The sith gives him none, closing the distance again and snatching at his ankle as the other man spins away. He misses, and has to try two more grabs before he gets a hold of an elbow with a gleeful noise of success.

Kenobi attempts to bite him, with his human-similar jaw and his flat white teeth. How precious. The dragonfish sith giggles, and nips at the air near his fingers. The jedi recoils, desperate to protect the digits of his sword arm, sending a gale of force into Maul so strong it sends him toppling over backwards.

Unfortunately for the other man, he's got a good grip on Kenobi’s arm, so they both go over backwards.

Maul cackles as they fall.

Kenobi bellows.

They tussle on the floor like it's just any old bar brawl for the better part of ten minutes, until -finally- Maul's sheer tonnage and more than a dozen feet of solid muscle wins the fight for him, yet again.

He bears down on his prisoner, grinning with all his many teeth as the man cries out in pain.

“Weak jjjedi,” he croons, so close to Kenobi’s face that the green glow of his eyes illuminates both of their expressions. “I am beginning to think our first battle was a fluke. You cannot seem to best me.”

The jedi struggles under him, trying to get any limb free, fighting for every inch. “It's not my fault you weigh as much as a bantha!”

“Oh? But you like my weight.”

Kenobi shifts left, trying to wriggle his way out of the hold. “What in the blazes makes you think that?”

Maul hisses in amusement. “You roam in your sleep, jedi. You came to me many times last night, seeking my scales and burrowing into me.”

The man underneath him makes a horrified face, his efforts to escape stalling. “I did not!”

Maul lolls to the side, laying beside him instead of on top, pulling those pale hands to his chest and pressing the palms over his hearts. His long black tail curls up and over the man's legs. “Does this position not ring any bells, Kenobi?”

Blue eyes stare down at his hands, at the red and black that peek through his fingers. “...”

Delighted by the other man's emotional upheaval, and the way it made the force around them feel, Maul pushes the gambit a little further.

“How about if I do… this?” he says, sacrificing a hand to bring Kenobi's body closer to his, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, affectionately. “Are you going to nuzzle me again, I wonder? Going to curl up on my chest and drool?”

“No!” the jedi exclaims, shimmying backward.

Maul allows it and watches him with an inviting look, finding that this little facet of Kenobi’s fear was… particularly entertaining.

“Oh? But you slept so well, did you not?” he accuses.

Kenobi covers his eyes with a hand. “It's… it's nothing to do with you. I simply sleep better when…”

“Held?” Maul croons.

The jedi growls, without answering. Delightful.

Maul snickers, playfully snapping his teeth near the other man's neck. Kenobi turtles, glaring at him. “Would you quit that? I know you're not going to actually bite me. I'd be dead in minutes, and that would ruin all your bloody fun wouldn't it?”

The sith draws back humming. The rage in Kenobi’s eyes is… pleasing. Anger is good. He understands.

“Hnnn… I offer you a trade,” he says sweetly.

The jedi's struggles calm, and he stops ducking into such a hilarious and pathetic little ball, but his expression remains pure suspicion. “It's hardly a trade if I'm coerced into it while disarmed and bound,” he complains.

“Do you think I care?” Maul asks him pleasantly.

Kenobi huffs. “Fine. What's your trade, sith?”

“I will promise not to bite your neck, or near it, if you tell me of your species. At length.”

The jedi blinks, slowly, waiting with an expectant air. Maul raises a brow at him.

“You… want to know about… stewjoni?” the man asks, baffled.

“Yessss,” the dragonfish sith assures.

He is missing too many pieces of Before. The jedi will serve him, as prisoner and informant.

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The Revenge of the Captain Part 14

Final part! Let's go! (Also, big thanks to @nightmyst14-blog for the ideas that help shaped this part 😁)

*We pick up two days later, where Crunchy Chip is washing his Cream Wolf in House Oyster's balcony. He's mindlessly scrubbing the wolf's fur when he felt a tap on his shoulder.*

Crunchy Chip: Ah! Who goes-! *Quickly turns around, ready to throw the sponge, only to see Bubble Pearl standing right there. He starts blushing* A-ah! B-Bubble Pearl! Sorry! I didn't hear ya.

Bubble Pearl: *giggles nervously* That's alright. I didn't mean to frighten you. I just wanted to let you know that your coat is almost done.

Crunchy Chip: *smiles* Still can't believe you wanted to fix my coat.

Bubble Pearl: Of course. I felt bad that it got ruined because of me. Besides, *blushes and smiles* we got to spend more time together. And you have made an impression to mother, father, and my siblings. Mostly mother.

Crunchy Chip: It has been fun these past few days and...um... *sees the necklace that he gifted her. He shyly smiles.* I see you're still wearing that necklace.

Bubble Pearl: Of course. You gifted this to me. It would be rude to my partner that I don't wear this. It must have cost a bit.

Crunchy Chip: Oh, no. It took me two days to make.

Bubble Pearl: *shocks* You made this?

Crunchy Chip: Y-yeah. It's a tradition back home to exchange homemade gifts like jewelry with your partner and if they wear it for more than three days, then it means they wish to have a bond with you.

Bubble Pearl: Like King Dark Cacao Cookie and Aunt Sablé? She got a bracelet from him. So does that mean-

Crunchy Chip: Yeah.

Bubble Pearl: And that means for us-

Crunchy Chip: *blushes* Y-yeah.

Bubble Pearl: *smiles shyly* I see. Then I should return the favor soon. I'll make a necklace worthy of the Captain of the Cream Wolves. *kisses his cheek* You have my word.

*Crunchy Chip starts babbling like crazy. He only got more flustered when Cream Wolf barked in excitement and leaped on top of both of them, still wet from his bath, pushing them to each other. They both yelped and fell before giggling.*

*The scene changes to an underwater castle where three jellyfish Cookies swim toward it. They entered the castle and swam all the way to the throne room. Sitting on the throne was a red Gem Mermaid.*

???? Magenta: Queen Crimson Coral Cookie. We have a report to tell you that involves your little sister and her descendants.

Crimson Coral: I see. Please do tell. (I hope White Pearl is doing alright.)

???? Mauve: We also have some bad news regarding...him.

Crimson Coral: What of him?

???? Ivory: Well...um...

*The scene cuts to Braised Abalone sitting alone in the jail cell, cursing up a storm.*

Braised Abalone: (Those cowardly crewmates...How dare they betray me!! They allow me to rot in here while they get to have a free pass! And that damn House Oyster heir! I'll make her pay for everything!!! Once I'm out of here, she's first on my list!!!)

????: You've brought shame to House Abalone. Getting caught and thrown in jail. How pathetic.

Braised Abalone: *whirls his head up to a hooded figure* I will rip your head off if I hear another word mocking House Abalone!!!

????: *chuckles* Good. Ya will need that rage for our plans.

Braised Abalone: Plans? What plans?

*The hooded figure didn't say anything. He lifted his hand up toward the prison lock...only to phase straight through it. The door slowly opened and before Braised Abalone could say anything, the hooded figure immediately appeared in front of him and placed the same hand on his shoulder. A chill went down his spine and fear formed on his face.*

Braised Abalone: Who...are you?

????: *smiles* Now boy...*pulls down his hood to reveal a very, VERY familiar face* Don't you know yer elder when ya see one?

#cookie run kingdom #crk headcanons #crk oc: bubble pearl cookie #crunchy chip cookie #crunchy chip x bubble pearl #crimson coral cookie #crk oc: braised abalone

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Seb x Reader - Moonlight Kiss pt.2 (AFAB reader)

E rated - NSFW MDNI

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You both pull away from each other, looking into one another's eyes.

"I know I came across as kind of a dick when we first met...I'm sorry." Sebastian moves the hair from out of your face and holds you close.

You enjoy his warmth, snuggling in closer. "Yeah. You were." You giggle. "But it's okay now."

Sebastian chuckles, taking another puff of his cigarette.

"And you should really stop doing that, ya know. You'll get black lungs and die." You death stare him.

Sebastian frowns. "Oh, shut up, you. I know its a bad habit. I'll try and quit. I promise."

You kiss his cheek, sitting up once more, and begin to collect your fishing gear together. "I'm holding you to that."

Sebastian stands up after snuffing out his cigarette and pulls you up with him. "Ya know..." He begins to play with his hoodie strings, sheepishly. "I...I kinda keep having this fantasy...about you."

"Seb. I think we're moving a bit too fast if we're already talking about fatasies!" You laugh and jokingly punch his shoulder.

Seb looks down. "I just wanted to tell you since I can't exactly talk to anyone else about it. Abi would take the piss and Sam is sometimes too naïve to understand." He shrugs.

You walk over to Seb after putting your equipment into a neat pile. "Okay. I'm all ears. And just because you're telling me, doesn't mean I'm going to do anything anytime soon." You gently embrace him, looking into this eyes.

"Okay...so...um. It's..." Sebastian picks you up, throwing you into the fresh water lake, laughing his head off.

Filled with shock, you pop your head up from under the water; a single strand of seaweed on top of your head. "Really, Seb? Really?"

Seb reaches down to grab the seaweed from your head, still laughing. However, you had other plans. You grab his arm and pull him in with you. Sebastian pops his head up; coughing and spluttering.

"You know I hate swimming, you menace." He continues to laugh at you. "And here's the payback for that." Seb splashed the cold water into you, sending a chill down your spine.

You wade over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. "So that's your fantasy, eh?"

Sebastian finds his footing and wraps your legs around his waist. He moves your soaking wet hair from your neck and begins to place a series of gentle kisses. "Almost..." Seb let out low, breathy chuckle which only left you wanting more.

You grab onto his hair, letting out a soft moan. "Seb...what're ya doin...?"

Continuing to kiss your neck, he moves his hands down to your ass. "My fantasy remember..."

"Hey! What are you guys still doing out here?! It's cold and dark! Sebby it's literally 1am!" A familiar female voice called out from around a metre or so away.

Sebastian's eyes widened, clearly being startled from his mum's sudden appearance. "Y-Yeah! Now coming!"

Robin laughed. "Let your new girlfriend sleep in your bed tonight. I'll set you a futon out, Seb. It's too dark to go home now, especially at this time of night. And both of you need to have a shower before heading to bed."

You see Robin's shadow disappear and begin laughing hysterically. "I wonder what she's thinking about us both being in the lake."

"Paha. I doubt she cares. Shes probably just happy about the prospect that I may not be a basement dweller for the rest of my life." Seb replies.

You feel a small blush as butterflies appear in your stomach. He had only just kissed you for the first time, his mum was now calling you his girlfriend, and now he was insinuating that this was going to be a long-term thing. Your head was spinning, trying to take in all this information.

Seb carried you out of the water and popped you back onto your feet on dry ground. "We should probably head inside." He grabs your fishing gear and gives you a warm smile.

"Thank you...and okay." You smile back and take hold of his free hand.

Once you got back into the house, you both dried yourselves off as much as you could with the towels that Robin had left you on her front desk.

"I'll go turn on the shower for you so it's warm. Um...I don't have any girl clothes and my sister is asleep...so I'll lay you some of mine to borrow to sleep in if that's okay." Seb scratches his head.

"Hmm...? Yeah. Thats fine. Thank you."

"Ace. I'll be right back." Seb walks through to go sort out the shower for you.

You grab your phone from your pocket and scroll through social media. Nothing interesting happening as usual. You let out a small sigh.

Sebastian pats you on the head and ruffles your still wet hair. "You okay, little one? The shower's ready for you."

You smile up at him and nod. "Thank you, Sebby." You reply, kissing his cheek. You then walk to the bathroom and get into the hot, steamy shower. Thoughts were running through your head as you washed the algae from your hair. This had all happened so quickly and felt as though it were a fever dream.

After getting clean, you grab the towel Seb had left for you and wrap it around yourself. Only when you were dry did you realise what Seb had left for you to wear. One of his black hoodies and some of his froggy boxers. You sigh and put them on, not being able to complain due to the attempted generosity of your now boyfriend.

As you exit the bathroom, you can hear Sebastian in the kitchen brewing some hot drinks. "Bathroom's free!" You whisper shout to him.

"Okay, thanks, hun. I'll be there in a sec. Head to bed, and I'll meet you down there."

"Alright. Have a nice shower!" You reply as you begin tiptoeing your way down the stairs into Sebastian's bedroom. It was cold in his room, as usual. Even though it was summer, Seb's room still felt drafty. You put this down to being in the basement level of the house. After plugging your phone into one of his spare chargers, you climb under the sheets and get comfy.

You finally felt at peace. You were clean, warm and with the man you loved. You pulled the sheets over your head and nuzzled in. You could smell the musky scent of pine and cigarettes that reminded you of Sebastian so much. Slowly, you began to doze off, cuddling Seb's frog plushie, when all of a sudden you felt someone climb into the tiny single bed with you. You turned around, in your groggy, sleepy state, to see Sebby.

"Heya, hun..." He leans over to kiss your cheek. "Mum left a note saying the futon was in the garage and she didn't wanna wake anyone up, so just to sleep on the sofa...But that's no fun so I'm here if thats okay." He wraps an arm around you and moves one underneath your head.

"Yeah, that's absolutely fine. You can help me keep warm." You tangled your legs with Sebby's to steal more of his warmth. However, as you moved closer to him, you could feel something pressing against your butt. Your eyes widen as you realise exactly what it was.

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Part 3 to be released asap ^-^

#stardew valley fanfic #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley #sdv #sdv sebastian #sebastian #sebastian sdv #sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #stardew #stardew fanfic

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choccyhearts · 11 months

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I've Found You // Eddie Munson x Succubus!Reader

Note: In case you didn't see my updates, I'm so sorry this fic was pushed back!! I first got sick and then found out the file deleted :( So, this was justtttt really annoying. But here it is ^_^ Eddie and his succubus gf meeting!! Also, I will slowly be posting chapter for this <3

CW: 18+!! Nightmare description (Eddie's), panic/fear, mentions of death/dying, crying, injury, fem/afab!reader, succubi!reader (lmk if i missed anything) ♡nothing sexual yet but succubi fics are no place for minors!!♡

Italics are Eddie's thoughts!!

Panting.

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Chapter 1

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All Eddie could hear was panting along with the thunderous boom of each beat of his heart. It was dark, all around him except a grinning moon silently taunting him. His feet pounded against the forest floor but it felt useless, he was still not far enough away.

He didn't know what he was running from. It seemed like he'd been running for a lifetime. Like all he'd ever known were the menacing trees that towered over him, the blackness of the night, and the fear pulsing through his body.

His lungs burned and his stomach ached. His toes throbbed as they bumped into various large sticks and tree roots. Just a little further, just a little further. Until what, he wasn't sure but he needed to take a break or he was going to drop dead, literally.

Taking a quick and sharp turn to the right, Eddie stumbled a bit as he tried to lose whatever was chasing him. He smacked his palm against trees as they whizzed by to help his balance. The bark scratched his skin and drew blood but Eddie didn't even notice. He was too focused on getting free.

Hoping his quick decision worked, Eddie turned his head only to be met with a horrific sight -- an animalistic creature running on all fours, any specific features lost to the night's darkness. But it's eyes, those he saw clearly, they locked on his for the split second he looked back. They were bright, not in an innocent or cheery way, but glowing. And they were a dark yellow, almost orange, color. Something about the way its pupils were blown wide made goosebumps rise on Eddie's skin.

Once sufficiently petrified, Eddie turned back around only to get his foot caught on one of those pesky tree roots. His fall is quick and unforgiving, knocking more air out of him and ending in a sickening snap! Eddie's heart sank as he realized what this little screw up meant.

His jaw shook and trembled as he shifted his body slowly to see the creature coming toward him much too fast for him to even think of moving. Especially with his now broken ankle. Instead, his eyes flowed over with tears as loud screams ripped their way past his lips.

"Eddie!"

As the creature sniffed him, Eddie stared straight ahead, still sobbing but quieter. Maybe if he stayed quiet, it'd deem him as less of a threat, and he could live. He wasn't ready to die. He had a lot left he wanted to do. And he wanted to tell his loved ones goodbye. And he wanted to know how he got here.

"Eddie!"

The creature's breath was hot as it hit Eddie's neck. He could feel droplets of drool drip onto his hand, letting him know it was hungry, and the only thing on the menu was the poor man.

"Please don't... don't eat me. I... I need to go home, I need to see my uncle," Eddie's voice cracked as he tried to speak above a whisper. The creature brushed its face into his hair as he spoke. A chill went up his spine, but Eddie tried to ignore his instinct to run and stay put to try to diffuse the situation.

"Please let me live..."

The creature huffed sharply and nudged its face deeper against Eddie's head. Soft growls escaped the monster's lips as Eddie's breathing picked up. Was there any escaping this?

Bones cracked as the creature moved closer to his face. Eddie sputtered, saliva leaving his mouth as he choked on his own breathing, terrified to move a muscle. A hot, wet tongue glides up his cheek, its breath reeking of death. Eddie wasn't sure if he was going to die from a heart attack or the teeth of this thing.

After the creature's tongue lifted from his flesh, it hovered, allowing its saliva to continue to drip on to him. It mixes with his tears as it slides down his face and to his neck.

"I've... found... you..." the creature croaked out. Its voice was gruff and scratchy.

Eddie couldn't form a coherent thought except for one thing; he was going to die. Actually, die.

"Eddie!"

Eddie shut his eyes, just wanting it all to be over. He whimpered as he was forced to listen to the creature crack its jaw to unhinge it.

And as the meek, cowering man sat paralyzed below to large, cold-blooded monster above him, he-

"EDDIE!"

"CHRIST!"

Eddie's heart rate spiked as his body physically jolted awake, his eyes snapping open and recognizing the sheets on his bed hazily. His brain worked quickly, trying to understand what just happened. His arms ached as someone tightened their grip on them.

He blinked a few times before lifting his head to see his uncle kneeling in front of him, his hands on his arms.

"You alright, son? Heard ya from out on the couch."

Eddie groaned from deep in his throat before responding, "Yeah, I'm alright. I had another bad dream, s'all."

"Some dream," his uncle scoffed, standing up.

"Sorry for making you come in," the man admits sheepishly.

"Was just worried about ya. Besides, it's after noon. You should be up anyway," his uncle teased.

Eddie grumbled and rolled back over, leaving his uncle to shake his head and leave the room.

Yeah, some dream.

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It was just after dusk when Eddie's cigarette died. He had been out at the picnic table in the trailer park for about an hour, chain smoking cigarettes and writing in his notebook. He scribbled down various things; campaign ideas for his DnD club, song lyric ideas, random thoughts from his head, and lots of doodles.

It was a cold, crisp October Sunday, and the weather was just right for Eddie. He loved it when it was chilly enough for his leather jacket, but not cold enough he'd to bundle up or something, he despised winter.

As Eddie stubbed out the cigarette, a rustling of leaves and snap of a twig alerted him to his left. His shoulders bounced as he jumped, nerves completely on edge. His eyes moved first, slowly scanning over his surroundings until they physically couldn't look left anymore. Then, he craned his head, his neck softly clicking.

His blood slowly decreased in temperature despite his efforts to tell himself it was just a deer -- a rabid raccoon at the worst. But his gut, twisted and clenched in fear, told him to stop kidding himself. The rustling continued, getting louder and closer. As he stilled like a statue and gawked at the emptiness amongst the trees in front of him, he anticipated... something. He didn't know what, but something was going to come out.

But it didn't.

The trees rustled for a minute more before stopping. His eyebrows scrunched as he blinked rapidly, relieving his eyes of the painful stinging that began setting in. He climbed off the bench he was on and stumbled backwards toward the direction of his trailer. His eyes darted around frantically as his body began to shake just a little bit under his big leather jacket.

"Christ..." Eddie muttered. Just an animal, he thought, just nothing. Get inside.

He tightened his grip on his notebook, bending and warping the pages and dampening them with his sweaty palms. He inhaled deeply before dashing suddenly, his sight trained on his front door. All he can do is run and hope he makes it in time.

But his hope runs out just as fast as it bloomed in his heart. Trying to outrun the creature, he lost his footing. A loud snap echoed around him, and next thing, Eddie was on the ground. He groaned and sucked his teeth, letting out a hiss. Not the first time he'd taken a bad spill but still didn't feel good.

Eddie panted as he lay on his stomach for a second in shock. Behind him, the rustling turns into sprinting. Loud and fast sprinting. His knuckles turn a bright white as he attempts to crawl himself to safety using his hands and uninjured leg.

Eddie shut his eyes, not wanting to see what's going to rip him to shreds. What's the point? It's not gonna save him.

The sprinting stops right next to his body but continues to try to get away. For the first time, he finds himself wishing one of his nosy neighbors was out for a smoke. But it's unlikely they'd even help him. That's why he hasn't screamed for help. If they wanted to help him, they would've. But they won't because whatever's attacking the town's cult leader is probably deserved.

The creature stalks behind Eddie, mimicking his snail-like pace. Taunting me, he thinks. He can hear its breathing, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

Growing tired, Eddie slowly stops his escape attempt. A foot presses on his back, making him still. Eddie's breath hitches as his mind goes blank. He's stuck. He was going to die.

As he cleanched his eyes tightly, Eddie felt his skin heat up and go ice cold in waves, fear filling his whole body until he couldn't feel anything else at all.

"Please...I don't wanna die..." He's unsure if words will work, but if the thing above him hasn't killed him just yet, maybe he can try bargaining with it.

The foot is lifted off of him only to be placed next to his side, the other planted on his other side. The creature lowers itself onto his back gently. Eddie lets out a gasp and wonders if that's good or bad. Before he can come to a conclusion, the creature answers for him.

"Die...?" Its voice is...soft. It's sweet, even. "Do you think I'd do that?"

Eddie stared forward as his brow bone furrows.

"Isn't that why you attacked me?"

"Attacked you!? No! I wasn't attacking you!" The creature leaned forward and craned itself over Eddie's body until it could drop its face down in front of his, looking at him upside down. "I wanted to say hi."

His eyes slowly open and reveal the surprising sight to him. Directly in front of his face was a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he'd ever seen. Her hair was shiny but wild and draped over the two of the like a shield or curtain. Her lips were curled upward into a cheeky smile, one canine peeking out. Her skin was vibrant and full of life. And those gorgeous eyes hypnotized him instantly as they darted around to drink in Eddie's features, too.

She slowly climbed off his back, not breaking eye contact. Despite the strain that had to have put on her neck, she doesn't show any distress on her face. Once off of him, she drops onto her knees on the ground in front of his face. She tells him her name, and he repeats it in a whisper.

"I'm Eddie." And if the universe didn't hate him enough, his voice cracked as he spoke.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie."

Clearing his throat, Eddie continued, "Can I ask what you were doing in the woods, bein' all...creepy and scaring the piss outta me?"

He couldn't remember the pain in his ankle, too busy reeling from the whiplash of the events playing out before him.

"I was looking for you," she said in a quiet voice.

"Looking for me?" Eddie's heart began to pick up again. The girl nodded her head as she moved forward. She set her left hand against his cheek and stroked the flesh.

"I've found you..."

Eddie's breath gets caught in his throat.

"Wh-what, what did you say?"

The girl brings her other hand to his face, tangling her fingers in rogue strands of his hair. She brings her head down to his, and his forehead is pressed against hers. She uses her thumbs to wipe his drying tears. Eddie's eyes fall closed without him realizing, his heart rate finally slowing.

"I've found you...," she repeats.

♡

The first thing Eddie heard was the ticking of a clock. It was a deep ticking, the noise bouncing off the walls due to the emptiness of the room. That was how Eddie knew he wasn't home because he didn't have a clock like that in his room because he didn't like to hear the ticking. Made him feel like it was counting down to his death.

His eyes slowly peeled open, the crusties perched in the corners of his eyes cracking and disintegrating. He turned his neck to the side and saw his uncle slouched in a rather uncomfortable looking chair asleep. He looked down, and while he already assumed he was in a hospital, he wasn't sure why.

He takes in the sight his left ankle in a cast. He groans and drops his head back. Great, just another thing he needs, he thinks. As his eyes stare at the popcorn ceiling above him his brain begins to play the previous events.

The rustling, the chase, his ankle, the girl. The girl. Who was she?

When his uncle finally woke up, he gave Eddie a hug before smacking him softly upside the head. He listened to his uncle chew him out for "horsing around". Eddie apologized, genuinely sorry for scaring him but he was confused.

"Well, I came home and found you by that picnic table with your skateboard out. Told ya to quit bein' so reckless. I thought you were dead but you were just out cold."

Eddie scrunched his nose. His skateboard was nowhere near him.

"What about the girl?"

"Girl? Aw, Eddie. Don't tell me you got yourself into all this for a girl?"

He doesn't remember passing out at all but he knows whoever that girl was had something to do with it.

"Uh...yes, sir. I'm sorry, I...completely forgot. I was fooling around, trying to do a trick on the the bench and I guess I slipped. I saw a cute girl, thought there'd be no harm but, well things just can't go well for Eddie Munson." As much as he hated lying to his uncle, he'd done it enough to get away with it easily.

"Well, get some more rest. Doctor should be discharging you soon."

Eddie laid back, replaying that girl's face. She's found him.

♡

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #choccyhearts

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