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Hello :) what do you think about Thenamesh Actors AU where they shoot a scene and a stunt scene ends up badly and Gil gets hurt?
"Okay," Gil murmured as he tested the strength of his harness. "Ready?"
"I suppose so," Thena murmured next to him as they finished securing her own harness. They were getting ready for the big 'jump' shot. They had built the actual platforms on the soundstage and everything. Of course they weren't literal stories high, but they were higher than she really wanted to think about, if she was being honest.
"Hey," he said softly, nudging her with his elbow. "I've done these a million times before. You get pretty used to them after a while. It'll go great."
Thena smiled. She had leaned on his expertise in stunting so heavily for the project, and he had been nothing but warm and kind about it the whole way. "I've never done a 'jump' this big before."
"Well," he looked across the set to the other platform. "I'm making the jump first. And then I'll be waiting on the other side to catch you."
"Right," Thena nodded, also looking at the distance. She just had to think of it in terms of her character. She had more faith than Thena did in most things, after all. And she had faith in her husband over anything--that was a core element of her performance.
Gil matched her mindset, "he would never let her fall."
Thena nodded, breathing through the silly little stutter of her heart in her chest. Gil really was a great actor--a little too good, actually.
"Back to one!"
"Okay," he gave her elbow a squeeze, "I'll see you on the other side."
Thena took a few deep breaths, getting into character for the cut whether this was her shot or not. She nodded to him, already in the mind of the woman who had married him and was very literally riding or dying with him for the rest of the film.
"Action!"
"I'll go first," he recited the line, giving her hand a squeeze as he did. He looked out over the gap, taking a running leap before jumping off their side of it.
The harness was fine. It was the cable that broke.
"Gil!"
He gripped the end of it, but it slipped out of its pulley, sending him plummeting to the ground from nine feet up in the air. He hit fast and hard, his pain ringing out over the fans blowing and the rumbling of the platforms.
Thena clawed her way out of her harness, batting away the multiple sets of hands on her. She tossed it off of her, rushing down the stairs to where Gilgamesh had fallen. "Gil, are you okay?!"
"Fuck," he cursed as the medics turned him over, clutching his arm.
"Oh god," Thena gasped, tears already slipping down her cheeks. She barely registered pushing people out of the way so she could kneel down next to him. Her hand went to his cheek, "Gil, look at me."
He struggled to do so, but he did it. "Hey."
"Hey," she smiled through her sniffling. She looked up at the on-set medics. "What happened?"
"Cable snapped, he fell with his full weight on his arm."
Thena glared up at the director and producers, already making career saving calls. "Why the hell wasn't the mat there?!"
"That's what the harness is for-"
"And clearly he got hurt anyway!" she barked back at them, cradling Gil's head against her lap protectively.
"Thena, it's okay," he grumbled. He was clearly not okay.
"I'm sorry," she sniffed again, tucking her hair behind her ears as she looked down at him, "I'm sorry, you try to stay still."
Gil sighed as she laid his head on her thighs, stroking his hair as the medics stabilized his arm and pulled out a temporary sling. "This is really gonna fuck us up."
Thena tightened her hand on his good shoulder, "they're lucky I don't burn this place to the ground."
Gil chuckled, trying not to jostle his arm as he did. He looked up at his beautiful co-star with a smile. "I'm glad it was me and not you."
Thena sighed, shaking her head at him. "Can you be less sweet right now, please? I am trying to be angry."
"Well, be angry later," he remarked lightly as the painkillers the medics gave him started to kick in.
"Seems to be a clean break, they'll give him more stuff at the hospital," the medic said. "Ambulance is already on the way."
"Can she come with me?" Gil asked lightly, pointing up at Thena with his good hand, although the hand floated around a little.
"Sh," Thena whispered, taking the hand in hers and lowering it back down to his chest tenderly. "It's okay, Gil."
"Please?" he looked first at the medic - who didn't give a shit who went with him or not - and then at Thena. "I'd feel so much better if she did."
"We can't lose both our stars in one day!"
Thena glared up at the director again, "you broke his arm. I'm going to the hospital with him. And then I'll call our agents and see how the hell we're going to fix this mess!"
She would call both their agents, if they didn't already know. She would also have to call Sprite so she could meet them there, just in case it took a long time for Gil to be processed. And they had to go through the trouble of keeping his identity as quiet as possible so the studio could try and get on top of things-
"Hey."
Thena looked down at Gil, already half-loopy from the pain meds they'd given him. He had threaded their fingers together, but she wasn't about to tear her hand away if it was of any comfort to him.
"Don't leave me," he whispered up at her, "okay?"
Later she would remember it was technically a line from the script, not that Gilgamesh was likely lucid enough to remember that. But she leaned over, kissing his forehead to release the furrow of his brows. "I'm right here with you."
#Thenamesh Actors AU#You guys want the hurt/comfort huh?#well#I am here to deliver#I hope you like it#Thena goes with him in the ambulance#he's already all drugged up for the pain#everyone who talks to him#he points at Thena like#that's my wife!#and she just holds him and whispers sweet nothings to him#hoping he doesn't remember too much of this on the other side#Sprite meets her at the hospital like#wow sis you didn't tell me you were married#Thena tells her to shut up and go buy him something to eat#she probably has to check on him at home a lot too#y'know help him out#give him a hand#maybe do things like help him get dressed#you never know
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ok guys its not funny anymore when is d&p hard lauching im starting to getting anxious /hj
#this is mostly in jest bc idk if they will and im okay with that they do what they feel comfortable and their life is none of my business#but if they plan to. can they do it faster. had a moment rewatching BIG where it got to me... wow... theyve had something REALLY special#for 15 years huh. dan is finally living his truth and a life happier than before but during this journey he had phil at a such important#point of his life. they endured so much. and probably fucked up in between bc we humans arent perfect and thats ok we make mistakes even if#they might hurt the person we love but hey. they persevered and now are thriving even more than before#and i got so emotional like... dudes... i want to tell you both thru the means where is possible for me that im so proud and so happy#for you both and you work and your journey and for experiencing pure queer joy that all queer people deserve#BUT LIKE AS MUCH AS ALL OF IT IS OBVIOUS AND SERIOUSLY DONT EVEN NEED A VERBAL CONFIRMATION ITS CLEARLY AS ITS PRESENTED#IDK I FEEL LIKE THEY HARDLAUNCHING WOULD GIVE LIKE. A SENSE OF PERMISSION FOR ME.#LIKE HEY WERE CHOOSING OURSELVES TO TELL YOU THIS INFORMATION ABOUT OUR PRIVATE LIFE#AND NOW YOURE FREE TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE WE WANT TO HAVE A UPPERHAND ON THIS ON OUR PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP#SO ITS A BOUNDARY FOR US AND FOR YOU#AND ILL BE LIKE THANK YOU FOR THE PERMISSION. SO HAPPY FOR YOU MARRIAGE OF 15 YEARS#idk guys im weird i genuinely just like to treat celebrities like theyre just another human being i find while i go on about my day#it even took me a while to read phan rpf fics not bc i thought it was like OOOO PROBLEMATIQUE but bc i felt genuinely guilty even tho i#joined the phan bandwagon back in the day#i only let myself joke nowadays bc theyre more open and comfortable with it and such so like... i allowed myself for that and the jokes#but still. o|-< i get embarassed sometimes just bc theyve not publicaly disclosed what ARE they NOW (outside of all the soulmate metaphors)#its not a them problem tho its a me problem im too empathic for no reason#ANYWAYS SORRY FOR YAPPING ON THE TAGS CAN YOU TELL I MANAGED TO BUY MY ADHD MEDS AGAIN#j.txt
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OH NOOO.........OH NOOOOOOOO.............................
#i just found a video showing where five pebbles ia at the end of saint#i........were really not straying from hurt no comfort territory huh.........#i am deadass crying out of fucking grief you guys i dont think you understand#like real actual tears which i cant hold back#I HAVE KNOWN TBIS FUCKER FOR BARELY A WEEK AND A HALF HOW AM I SO INVESTED ALREADY àŒàș¶â âżâ àŒàș¶#spoilers here. god t.the obly fucking comfort is the fact that you can choose to finalky truly kill him and free him from this torture but#HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN THERE WITH THAT PEARL#PLAYING ON LOOP UNTIL IT WAS CORRUPTED AS HIS ONLY FUCKING COMFORT#I#I CANNOT DO THIS#WHY IS THIS FANDOM SO SMALL I MEED TO READ COMFORT FICS OH GOD THIS IS GOING TO DESTROY ME#i cannot under any circumstance let myself think about submas when im thinking about him. that. i havent tried and i dont want to.#i already know i will make myself sick with sadness#at least it's... healthier for now. i hope it stays that way.#rainworld: downpour spoilers#rainworld
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you were right!
a/n: okay, i know you guys might be tired of me doing these but this is my last one! i hope you all like it đ gifs from @rafeyscurtainbangs
The blazing Moroccan sun beats down on Rafe, its intensity mirrored by the firestorm raging in his mind. Dust hangs in the air around him, adding to the harshness of the moment as he stands over the well. Below, Groff coughs and groans, his face contorted in pain, but Rafe barely spares him a second glance. His rage overpowers everything else, even the satisfaction he should feel. He narrows his eyes, voice laced with anger and finality.
âCheckmate, bitch!â he yells down, his words slicing through the hot, tense air. The motorcycle engine heâd used to get out here sits idle a few feet away, rumbling like his frustration.
He turns on his heel, muttering a curse, fists clenched. As he stalks away from the well, he pulls out his phone and dials Sofiaâs number, his chest tight with the realization that everything he thought he knew was a lie.
Sofia answers after two rings, her voice as casual as if he hadnât just found out about her betrayal. âHey, babe, whatâs up ?â
Rafeâs voice is steely, cold. âIs it true? Is it true, what Groff just told me? Is it?â
The silence on her end is all he needs. He can practically hear her scrambling for words, but she never manages to answer. His face twists in anger.
âPack your shit. Get out of my house,â he snarls, a final, unforgiving edge in his voice. âGod, after everything I did for you? Weâre done. Done.â He hangs up before she can say another word, shoving his phone back into his pocket with a bitter scoff. Betrayed, twice overâand heâd ignored the only person who saw it coming.
He stands there, baking in the Moroccan heat, his mind racing back to a month ago in Kildare, when you and he had argued over Sofia. Youâd warned him that she wasnât who she seemed. Heâd brushed you off, accusing you of jealousyâknowing damn well that there was more to it. You were his best friend, but it was complicated; that line had already been crossed too many times, with late-night kisses and tangled sheets. But you two hadnât spoken since that fight, since the way heâd brushed you off had hurt deeper than either of you cared to admit.
Taking a breath, he pulls out his phone again, fingers hovering over your name. He hesitates, swallowing his pride, before finally pressing call.
The phone rings, and you pick up after a few moments, your voice tight with annoyance. âWhat, Rafe?â
Your tone makes him pause, but the way you sound almost comforts him, even with the irritation clear in your voice. Youâre thereâback in Kildare, probably sitting cozy in your little apartment. Meanwhile, heâs out here under the scorching sun, alone, trying to piece together his pride.
He clears his throat. âHey⊠princess,â he says, voice softened, the pet name slipping out before he can stop it. He can almost feel you rolling your eyes on the other end, but he presses on, the words weighing heavy on him. âIâuh⊠Look, Iâm sorry. You were right.â
Thereâs a surprised pause, and he hears you shift in your seat as if youâre debating whether to hang up or let him speak. When you do answer, your tone is a bit softer, cautious.
âWhat happened?â
Rafe lets out a dry, humorless laugh. âTurns out Sofia was exactly who you said she was. A snake. And here I was, thinking you were just being⊠petty. But I guess Iâm the idiot, huh?â
You breathe out, and he can picture you shaking your head, lips pressed together. âYou wouldnât listen,â you say quietly, as if the words hold more hurt than anger.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his voice. âI know. I was so damn sure you were just jealous. I meanââ He pauses, grappling with how to say it. âHell, I thought you were jealous because you⊠I donât know. I thought you didnât want me with her because weâŠâ His voice trails off, but the implication lingers between you.
âYeah,â you say softly, almost to yourself. âI get it.â
Rafe bites his lip, letting the words sink in. âCan I see you? Iâm done here in a few days, and I could be back in Kildare very soon. I could stop by, explain⊠properly.â
A beat passes, and when you finally speak, itâs careful, guarded. âAfter everything you said last time, why should I?â
He laughs softly, almost self-deprecating. âBecause I think you might be the only person I can trust right now. And⊠I miss you.â His voice drops, laced with a warmth he canât help. âEven if youâre just going to gloat and rub it in my face.â
You chuckle, and he smiles, savoring the sound. âI donât know if I miss you or if I just feel sorry for you,â you tease, but the playfulness is back in your tone, if only faintly.
âYeah, yeah,â he says, amusement lacing his words. âAct like you donât care. But come on, you miss me. Admit it.â
A small silence follows, and he imagines the way your lips twitch into a smile. Finally, you relent. âMaybe a little. But youâre bringing wine. Good wine.â
âOh, donât worry, baby,â he says, the flirtation back in his voice. âOnly the best for you.â
You scoff, but he hears the hint of a laugh. Itâs the closest thing heâs had to a good moment in a long time. He takes a breath, savoring the thought of leaving this mess behind and getting back to Kildareâback to the only person who knew him well enough to call him out, and care anyway. As the call ends, he puts his phone in his pocket, a grin spreading across his face, motivating him to get that crown and go to his princess.
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Slut â Abby Anderson.
Best friend!Abby X fem!Reader.
I need help, perhaps. Smut under the cut.
You and your best friend Abby were having a girls night of some sort, she often came by because her dorm is packed and sheâd say itâs uncomfortable or whatever.
Accepting any excuse she had youâd allow her to stay over, sharing the bed with her almost every night.
You liked having her around, she was fun and your friendship was the most invasive one there is, at least in your own opinion, you both knew too much about each other.
But would never judge the other.
Especially with Abby being on top of you as you got so needy one night, her fingers pumping in and out of you, your moans echoing in the bedroom, youâd begged her to relieve the tension between your legs.
Itâs always when youâre ovulating, it gets bad enough youâre humping every pillow, your fingers, but nothing was ever enough.
And as Abby came over that night, desperate for a place to sleep where itâs comfortable, you were too busy in your own head to just let this one go, her hands were perfect, you couldnât stop looking at them as you were finally honest about your feelings, desperately wanting something to feed the hunger inside of you.
Abby fucking loved it, sheâs always thought you were beautiful, sure sheâs straight but it wouldnât hurt to help a best friend out.
Her fingers deliciously massaged your g spot as you were seeing stars, your mouth hung open as moans escaped your throat without you trying to help it, itâs Abby after all. âOh sweetheart..â Abby chuckled, allowing you to ride her fingers out, circling your needy hole with her thick fingers, your legs spread against your mattress.
Abby dragged multiple orgasms out of you that night, she refused to stop unless you wanted her to, she went all the way with your time of need, knowing you were too damn shy to go out on a date and get a guy to rearrange your guts, but allowing your girl best friend to do so.
You didnât get enough, you still wanted so much more and Abby could never be able to say no to you, her mouth was enveloping your cunt as she ate you out, riding her face as her nose hit that one spot that had you screaming and cumming down on her tongue.
Still was not enough, Abby was surprised you could take so much. She always assumed youâd get tired from one go, but oh boy was she wrong.
Youâd ride her thigh, her hands on your hips guiding you through the fifth orgasm for the night, your crying and whining was like music to her ears, surely best friends wouldnât act this way but your friendship was else. And Abby is way too busy shoving her knee into your cunt as you rode her out once again to think about it, your moans were louder than ever.
âJesus, bunny.. you fucking slut.â Abby mocked you, laughing into your neck breathlessly as your hips rolled once again to fuck into her thigh.
She grabbed the back of your neck to look into your eyes. âCanât get enough huh? Makes me wish I had a dick so I can go all the way.â She mumbled, kissing the side of your neck as it turned you into a puddle of cum. âAbby..â you moaned, your cunt dragging up and down her toned thigh.
âSit on my face huh?â Abby suggested, the thought of her tongue inside of you again was blinding and you nodded eagerly. âYes please, oh god please.â You whined, your whimpers were turning her on so bad, she came twice just by pleasuring you.
Abby lied down on your bed, quickly crawling to sit on her face, the feeling of her nose was too good, you were a shuddering mess, finally feeling that sensitivity that would get you to stop and take a breath, but one last time, you needed this, needed her.
Her tongue was working wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making your moans more strained, closing your thighs in on her head. âFuck.. Abby..â you cried, rolling your hips to ride her face. âFuck uh..â you moaned again as Abby flicked her tongue against your clit and it made you grab her hair and ride her face harder. Soft uh uh uh uhâs echoing in the bedroom.
Gushing all you had down Abbyâs face, your cum dripping down her cheeks and her nose, as soon as you pulled away from her face Abby just laughed, mostly surprised her best friend was that much of a freak.
She knew certain stuff about you, but never like this, and getting proof? Abby was ecstatic, sheâs never going to live this one down.
You finally caught your breath and looked at her next to you, she was wiping her face with her hands, licking whatâs left off her lips. âStop laughing.â You warned, closing your legs as the amount of friction was catching up in no time.
âMy goodness youâre a freak!â Abby laughed some more, copying the way you were moaning as you smacked her arm. âStop!â
âWho fucking knew! Bunny, I never imagined youâre that loud.â Abby laughed some more, standing up, fixing her trousers, she was definitely affected by this but oh how she loves teasing you, now she has a better reason.
You sat up on your elbow and huffed. âI was pent up okay?â You said defensively. âFor a year?â Abby jokes, letting out another hearty laugh.
âOh fuck you.â You say and smack her with a pillow, her face a little shiny from your cum, the reality of what just happened was making you a bit shy but again it was Abby, so much history and stuff worse than cumming on her face occurring.
She helped you clean up as you both laughed at what just happened, your friendship is indeed else.
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Tyler Owens x Reader: Too Easy
Request: Anonymous asked: "okay i have a tyler owens request!! him and reader are both tornado wranglers and theyâve always had a somewhat flirty relationship, but at one point theyâre out chasing and the motel they stay at that night doesnât have enough rooms for all of them so Tyler and the reader decide to share and reader has a nightmare? or just some kind of angst or hurt/comfort with a happy ending? love ur work!"
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: PTSD, trauma, tornado mention
A/N: I changed it from flirty to an enemies to lovers-type relationship, just because i've been craving to write that type of banter. as always, comments & replies are super appreciated!!! thanks for reading :)
As soon as you saw the familiar red Dodge truck parked outside the motel you groaned.Â
âIs this guy everywhere, all the time?â Halle, one of your crew members, mumbled from the driverâs seat. She pulled your SUV into the only empty spot in the parking lot.Â
She was referencing Tylerâ another local storm chaser and absolute pain in your ass. His Ram truck was like a symbol all around Oklahoma. Everyone in the midwest knew his nameâ and what he did. You, on the other hand, knew him as a self-absorbed jerk that constantly put his and his teamâs lives in danger for a few hundred thousand views on YouTube. He was cocky and obnoxious and arrogant. And you couldnât stand him.Â
Unfortunately for you though, Tyler Owens and his entire team went where the storms went. Which meant that you were stuck dealing with himâ especially during tornado season.Â
âLetâs just get a room, maybe we missed him,â you mumbled before turning to the backseat. âAnna, could you pass me my bag?âÂ
âSure thing,â she replied, grunting as she handed your duffel over.Â
âHow about two rooms tonight?â you suggested. âI feel like I havenât actually slept since we were in Austin.â
âGod, Iâve been waiting for you to suggest that,â Halle mumbled. The bags around her eyes suggested she was just as eager for a good nightâs sleep as you were.Â
Together, the three of you dragged yourselves towards the motel lobby, exhausted and desperate for both a shower and a bed.Â
âWhy donât you guys wait with all the gear? Iâll go in and book the rooms,â you offered.Â
âTwo of them,â Halle said with a relieved smile.Â
âTwo rooms coming up,â you promised.Â
They nodded in agreement and settled in on the curb while you wandered inside. The bell above the door rang loudly as you stepped inside. As soon as you did, you realized that, to your absolute dismay, a familiar someone had already beat you to the front desk. Youâd recognize those stupid, broad shoulders any day, even if you were sleep deprived. Â
âEveninâ mâlady,â Tylerâs little sidekick said teasingly. He tipped his baseball cap towards you.  Â
âHey Boone,â you greeted back curtly.  Â
âWhatâd ya think of that beaut earlier, huh? Not too often we get two storm cells like that.â
âYeah it was somethinâ,â you replied absentmindedly. Honestly, you didnât dislike Boone. He was friendlyâ maybe a little overzealous for your liking, but overall a nice guy. It was a shame he was always around Tylerâ otherwise you might not always be so annoyed with him, too. Â
âThere she is,â Tyler beamed. He approached you and Boone while he tucked a few room keys in his wallet. âWere you fillinâ Boone in on why you picked the wrong storm to chase today? Because thatâs a story I want to hearââÂ
Your gaze fell to the floor, chest tightening the same way it did in the field earlier. âThe winds changed last minuteâ I didnât catch it,â you muttered, although you shouldnât even have to explain yourself to this hillbilly.Â
âAh, I see. Man, youâre off your game, sweetheart. Usually itâs me missinâ those signs. What do you got cloudinâ up that pretty little mind of yours?âÂ
Anger began seeping into the corners of your mind. âWhy do you even care?â you asked icily. âThought youâd be happy to have that storm all to yourself.â
âOh, I was sweetheart,â Tyler winked. âBut I donât mind sharinâ with you.â
Rolling your eyes, you pushed past him towards the front desk. A younger girl with short, red hair offered you a smile. âHow can I help you?â
âI need two rooms please,â you requested, it took about all the energy you had left to smile back.Â
The girl sucked in a breath of air. âOh, Iâm so sorryâ this gentleman here just rented three rooms. All we have left is one.â
âOne?â you asked in disbelief, mouth falling open.Â
She nodded. âThereâs two beds, though, if that helps.â
âShit,â you grumbled. Your team was exhaustedâ and you knew that you couldnât just take back your promise for them to have their own beds.Â
âIâm sorryââ the girl repeated, but you shook your head.Â
âNo, itâs okay. Not your fault,â you said quickly, trying to remember your manners..Â
âSomethinâ wrong over there sweetheart?â Tyler asked teasingly. Â
âYeah, you took all but one of the rooms. Now my team doesnât have enough.â
âCâmon, Iâve seen you guys cram into one room before.â
âYeah, but theyâre exhausted. We havenât had our own beds in weeks and I promised themâŠâ your voice trailed off. Why the hell were you even explaining any of this to him? âYou know what? Just forget itââ you turned back towards the receptionist. âIâll take the one room, please.â
After passing your card over and paying, you turned and pushed back past Tyler and Boone. But before you could reach the door, Tylerâs voice stopped you in your tracks.Â
âWhat are you just gonna go back on your promise? Thatâs really gonna disappoint your teamââ
âIâll sleep in the damn truck,â you snapped, zero patience for any of his sarcasm or feeble attempts at a joke. âHappy?â
âHeyââ he said, voice softening instantly. âI was just kiddinâ around.â
âReally funny,â you said, sarcasm dripping off your tongue, now more than usual, Tyler was getting on your nerves. âNow if youâll excuse me, I have to go and disappoint my team.â
Without waiting for whatever retort Tyler could come up with next, you finally pushed your way through the door without looking back.Â
You found Halle and Anna in the same place you left themâ still sitting on the curb, slouched over and exhausted-looking. Â
âHey guys, bad newsââ you began, guilt already spreading through your stomach. But before you could, the bell to the lobby door rang out, causing you to groan. Â
You took a deep, steadying breath to calm your nerves, just in time for Tyler to speak. âNow I have an ideaâ how about we share? I got three rooms for my team, but thatâs six beds⊠we only need five.â
You spun around so fast, you were surprised you didnât get whiplash. âLook Tyler, as much as you know I love your antics, can we not do this right now? Please?â
âWho said anythinâ about antics?â he pressed. âIâm beinâ serious here. Your two can have their beds and you can take one of ours.â
âNo way,â you spat quickly. âIâm sleeping in the car.â
By now, Halle and Anna had seemingly picked up on the situation. They stood up and crossed their arms disapprovingly in unison.Â
âYou canât sleep in the car, thatâs ridiculous,â Anna said.Â
âYeah, why donât you and Anna take the room and Iâll share with Tylerâs crew,â Halle offered.Â
âNo,â you shook your head. âI promised you guys a good nightâs sleep tonightâ Iâm not letting you crash with them.â
âWell weâre not letting you sleep in the car,â Halle argued back. âItâs like⊠eighty-five degrees out here.âÂ
You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, trying to think. But the truth was, you really were just so, so tired. You wanted everything about todayâ the storm cells you got wrong from earlier, the endless hours of driving, and lack of sleep, over with. And if bunking with someone from Tylerâs crew was the only way to make that happen, well then, so be it, you finally decided. Better you than Halle or Anna.Â
âSeeâ even your team isnât as scared of us as you are,â Tyler chuckled.Â
âFine,â you snapped, shaking your head in disbelief. You couldnât believe this was actually happening. âWho am I sharing with?â
Maybe youâd get lucky and get to room with Dani or Lillyâ
âThat would be me,â Tyler chirped, eyes glistening under the streetlamp.Â
Well fuck me, you thought.Â
âŠ
You curled up in the double bed closest to the wall. By the time you got up to the room, Tyler had already claimed the one closest to the door.
You heard the water snap off in the bathroom, followed by the sound of Tyler peeling back the shower curtain. That was your cue to feign sleep, if only to avoid any further conversation with him for the night. You rolled over and pulled the blankets up to your chin.Â
After a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroomâ the noise from the fan growing louder and a sudden whiff of his shampoo washing over you. Youâd never admit itâ but the way he smelled was actually one of the few things you liked about Tyler.Â
âI know youâre not sleepinâ,â he said as he began rummaging through his bag.Â
âHow the hell would you know that?â you groaned.Â
You heard him chuckle softly. âBecause you wouldnât have answered if you were.â
This fucking cowboy.Â
âWell Iâd like to be sleeping,â you said, still not rolling over to face him.Â
âAnd here I was hopinâ weâd use our little sleepover to get to know each other a little better.â
âYou can lay off the act,â you said suddenly, all of your anger and exhaustion just melting into a pool of unfiltered irritation.Â
There was a brief pause before Tyler replied, âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean thereâs no audience in hereâ no team members watching, no YouTube subscribers viewing us. You donât have to pretend to be all sweet and charming.â
âI wasnât aware I was pretendingââ
âOh cut the shit, Tyler. You love to drive me crazy meâ just admit it. And it's probably my fault for letting you get to me so easily. But I mean, c'mon, was it your plan all along to just get me to share a room with you so you could keep me up all night getting to know me better?â
He let out a huff of air that sounded frustrated, as opposed to his usual amusement. âYouâre something else, Y/N, you know that?â
You were caught off guard by Tylerâs use of your actual name. He always resorted to nicknamesâ either sweetheart or the town he knew you were from. In fact, in the few years youâd known him, the only time heâd ever repeated your name was the first time you told it to him.Â
You sat up in bed and finally turned to face himâ trying to gauge his demeanor.Â
âI offer you a roomâ I didnât have to do that, you know? And believe it or not, I didnât offer it to you just to make your life miserable. I did it because I didnât like the idea of you sleepinâ in your car aloneââ he shook his head. âForget it. It doesnât matter. Goodnight.â
Before you could even think of a reply, Tyler was peeling back the covers of his own bed and crawling in. He laid on his left side, back facing you.
You stayed in place for a moment, too stunned to move or speak or do much of anything.
Eventually, you laid back down, trying your best to deny the pool of guilt spreading through your stomach.
âŠÂ
With one arm you held on to your sister's hand as hard as you couldâ feeling the muscles in your shoulder strain and pop as you did.Â
âHold on!â you shouted, pleading with her not to let go.Â
With your other hand, you were clinging to the handle on the storm shelter door. Somehow it had managed to pop open after the two of you had escaped inside.Â
She looked down at you, her body suspended in the airâ nothing but sheer, unfiltered terror reflecting in her round-rimmed glasses.Â
âCâmon!â you screamed.Â
âPleaseââ she gasped. âPlease donât let me go!â
âI got you!â you screamed, but you could feel that your grip on her clammy hand wasnât as tight as it needed to be. âNoââ you yelled.Â
âDonât let me goââ she repeated, nails digging into your skin desperately.Â
But you didnât even have time to adjust your grip before she was slipping awayâ in the end, the winds won.Â
In the blink of an eye, her body was being sucked away from youâ further and further into the dark storm clouds barreling your way.Â
âNo!â you screamed, reaching for the spot her body was moments before. âNo!âÂ
But then you felt your own grip slipping on the door handle and you knew you needed both hands to hold on if you wanted to survive. So, using all your strengthâ you dragged yourself to the bottom of the storm shelter. You found the safest cornerâ next to some old piping to curl up.Â
The whole time the storm raged on above youâ you couldnât stop screaming. So, you squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your forehead against your knees, making yourself as small as possible. And then, with everything you had left, you wound your arms around the piping and held on like your life depended on it⊠because it did.Â
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Your name sounded so distant when you heard someone calling itâ like it was miles away. Then, vaguely, it came more into focus as it was called again.Â
The third time, it was right next to youâ and it was familiar⊠but you didnât dare to look up. What if the storm was still raging outside? What if it took you next?Â
Hands gripped your shouldersâ causing you to jolt awake.Â
Your eyes shot open as you pulled yourself from your nightmare. Tyler was sitting on the edge of your bed, his mouth hung open, like he was out of breath.Â
âTyler?â you croaked, attempting to sit up from the mattress.Â
âYouâre okay,â he said instantly. âYouâre okayâ youâre safe.â
Once you had managed to sit up, you studied Tylerâs face for a moment, trying desperately to gauge if any of this was real. Despite the darkness around you, you could still make out every featureâ every crease, every freckle, every single piece of stubble that made up his shaved beard. And as much as youâd admired Tylerâs face in the last few years, even you knew that you couldnât have been that detailed in your imagination.  Â
You wanted to ask what the hell he was doing thereâ how he had gotten in her room, when all of a sudden, the same memories that had plagued you in your dream resurfaced in your mind.
The sight of the EF4 tornado that destroyed every inch of your childhood home. The image of your sisterâs terrified faceâ right before she was ripped from your grasp. The sound of her scream, dissipating with the raging winds.Â
âEasy, sweetheart,â Tyler soothed.Â
You turned to face himâ Tyler was here because heâd let you share his room⊠because he was way kinder than you ever gave him credit for. And now he was hereâ witnessing you completely falling apart.
Tylerâs lips began movingâ he was talking. But despite the vague comfort from his tone of voice, you couldnât really make out what he was saying. It was like the winds were still raging around youâ muffling everything.Â
You felt like your heart might just beat out of your chestâ maybe that was the tornado working to rip it from your skin.Â
âHeyââ a voice⊠no, not a voice. Tylerâs voice, said. âYou gotta breathe.â
What was he talking about? You were breathingâ of course you were breathing. Unless... unless the tornado ripped out your lungs instead of your heart. And now that you thought about it, no, actually, you werenât breathing. You tried to inhale in, but the air wouldnât come. You gasped, chest tightening while you began to tremble.Â
Your lungs werenât in your chestâ your lungs flew awayâ just like your sister.
Firm, rough hands cupped both of your cheeks, forcing you to look forward. You were met by Tylerâs green eyes, currently blown open and wide with worry.Â
âBreathe, baby,â he instructed. âWith meâ look.â
Baby, you thought. That was a new one. You didnât hate it nearly as much as you hated sweetheart.Â
You watched desperately as Tyler inhaled and exhaled exaggeratedly, like he was hoping youâd follow along. Â
You tried. Really, you did.
Your wide, desperate eyes met his. But instead of following along, all you could do was imagine what your sisterâs body had looked like after being struck by debris and tossed halfway across townâ
âWith me,â Tyler repeated firmly, his thumb stroking across the surface of your cheek gently. You leaned into his touch, craving comfort.Â
Tyler continued producing loud and deliberate, slow and calming breaths. After a few seconds, you latched onto the sound, mimicking it, and following along the best that you could.Â
Your shoulders relaxed slightly when you realized that you could actually breatheâ which meant that EF5 hadnât actually ripped them out of your chest.Â
Tylerâs brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. âThere you go,â he whispered.
âDid I wake you up?â you asked quietly, feeling even guiltier than you had for snapping at him all night.Â
He hesitatedâ like he was actually debating on lying to you or not.Â
âWas I screaming?âÂ
âI mean, a little bitââ
You nodded before letting your gaze fall to your lap, where you began picking harshly at an old hangnail, a feeble attempt to distract yourself.Â
âDo youââ Tyler began. âDo you have those nightmares often?â
Now it was your turn to contemplate lying. But then you remembered what an absolute jerk youâd been to Tyler all night, and figured you at least owed him the truth.Â
âYeah,â you said. âThatâs partially why I wanted to sleep in the truck.â
Tyler smiled softly. âAnd here I was thinking it was because you hated me so much.â
âIâm sorryââ you began, voice shaking slightly. âI know I can be a jerk.â
One of Tylerâs eyebrows shot up like he was surprised.Â
âWhat?â you asked.Â
âNo itâs just⊠thatâs the first time Iâve ever heard you apologize.â
âWhat can I say?â you mumbled, trying to make light of things. âYou seem to always see the worst versions of myself.âÂ
Tylerâs gaze softened, like he knew you were talking about more than your lack of apologies. After a moment he sighed. âDo you want to talk about it?â
Glancing up, you hesitated. Your heart had just stopped pounding in your chest, but the thought of talking about what had happened in your home just a few short years ago made it speed up again. Â
âYou donât have toââ Tyler said quickly.Â
âNoâ itâs justâŠâ your voice faltered. âI just havenât really talked about it.âÂ
Tyler was patient. He stayed still on the edge of your bed and waited for you to be ready. After you sorted through some of the thoughts in your head you whispered, âYou know Iâve been chasing in Oklahoma since I was a teenager?â
Tylerâs face lit up in surprise.Â
âItâs true. I took a few years off⊠and when I came back, I was upset to see Oklahoma had a new storm chaser. One that everyone seemed to like more than me,â you admitted. You werenât sure why this was all flowing out so freely, but even you had to admit that it felt nice to be honest. âThatâs why Iâve been so mean to you, I think. It felt like you were encroaching on my turf. And then you showed up with your fancy truckâ and all your gear, and I suppose I just felt a little jealous.âÂ
Tyler nodded in understanding. âWhyâd you take a few years off?â
Your voice caught in your throat. Only when you hung your head did you feel confident enough to answer. âRemember that EF5 that hit Logan County a few years back?â
Tyler nodded.Â
âMy familyâs farm was in Logan County. My parents were awayâ on a weekend trip to Colorado to see family. But Iâd convinced my sister to stay home with me, because I didnât want to go,â the words that were your mouth suddenly didnât feel like yours. And the trembling hands in your lap didnât feel like yours either.Â
âThe storm turned last minute. We barely had any warning. But I grabbed my sisterâ and we ran to the storm shelter. We made it, tooâ but then the door ripped open. When she went to shut itâŠâ your voice trailed off. âWell you can use your imagination for the rest.â
You finally gathered up enough courage to glance up at Tyler. His eyes were fixated on youâ sadness and sympathy plastered all over his face. âIâm so sorry,â he said genuinely.Â
âYeah, wellâŠâ you said weakly. âThe worst part isâ I think I remember locking the storm shelter doorâ but I wonder every single day of my life if I accidentally forgot. Which⊠I mean, convincing her to stay home already makes it partially my fault. But I can write that one offâ and remind myself I didnât know what was going to happen. But forgetting to lock the storm shelter?â you sighed. âThat would be a harder one to forgive myself for.â
Tyler scooted closer towards you on the bed. He raised his handâ he was reaching out to comfort you. But then he pulled back, like he thought better. You were surprised by how disappointed that made you.Â
âItâs not your faultââ Tyler assured you.Â
It was the same thing your parents had said your whole lifeâ so why couldnât you believe it?Â
âI guess it doesn't really matter whose fault it was,â you said. âSheâs gone and Iâm not. I took a few years off from chasing because I just couldnât⊠I couldnât get myself in the right headspace for it. Every time I saw a cell forming, Iâd panicâ and Iâd want to run from it, not chase it. Things are better now⊠but every once and a while, I still run. Like today,â you admitted. âI knew the winds changed. I knew the one to the east was gonna die out. Thatâs why I chose it.âÂ
Tyler sighed. âAnd then I gave you shit for it,â he said, remorse in his tone. âIâm sorry.â
âIâm sorry, too,â you admitted. âAnd Iâm really grateful you let me crash in your room. I think if Iâd been screaminâ like that in my car, it wouldâve caused quite the scene.â
Tylerâs lips tugged into a gentle smile. âI told you I didnât mind sharing when it came to you. Plus, I learned more about you during our little sleepover than I have in the last few years chasinâ next to you.âÂ
âYeah, wellâŠâ you mumbled. âDonât get used to it.â
Tyler smirked. âDoes that mean youâre going to go back to hating me tomorrow, when weâre no longer roommates? Or have I finally cracked through that tough ole shell of yours?â
âYou keep offerinâ me motel rooms for free and Iâll be an open book,â you laughed.Â
Tyler nodded, like he was storing that offer for later.Â
âHey, I donât know about you,â he said, suddenly clapping his thighs before standing up. âBut all that screaming got me wide awake. You hungry? Iâm buying.â
He held out his handâ waiting for you to take it.Â
âAre you offering me a room and dinner in one night?â you teased.Â
âAnd all you had to do was reveal your deepest, darkest secrets and traumas to me,â Tyler smirked.Â
âTyler Owens, youâre too easy,â you said, gladly taking his outstretched hand.
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hi victoria!!! i love ur pogue!sweetheart!reader and i was wondering if u could do a lil hurt/comfort thing where one of rafes friends tells reader she talks too much/is too loud and she gets super upset? iâm a super big crybaby and i talk a LOT and iâd love to see how you write how rafey defends n comforts her :,)
warnings: protective!rafe, topper and kelce are pretty mean in this one >:(, rafe defends you <3, sight angst, fluff, rafe being the king of reassurance
a/n: i have personal beef with anyone who tells ppl to quiet down when theyâre excited for something, or just naturally outgoing. also idk how to play poker so excuse the way i explained it if itâs incorrect lol
before you, friday nights were always reserved for rafe and his friends, the group of them either going out for a beer or staying in and betting money on card games. but now? rafe spent his friday nights buried inside of you, both of you laughing and kissing each other in the dark until one of you fell asleep first. and rafe wouldnât have it any other way. his friends however, werenât very fond of your boyfriend choosing you over them.
which would explain their impromptu visit while you two were mid-makeout session. âso this is why she has you locked away, huh?â you jumped, rafe covering you with a throw blanket as he slipped his shirt on. âwhat the fuck, guys?!â rafe glared at kelce and topper, your skin hot with embarrassment. âyou left the door unlocked, playboy.â topper pushed a twelve pack of beers into rafeâs chest, the pair of friends walking to the kitchen.
âare you okay, baby?â rafe leaned down, wanting nothing more than to sucker punch his idiot friends for making you feel mortified. âiâm in my bra and panties!â you whispered, scrambling up from the couch and running up the stairs to rafeâs bedroom. rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath before meeting topper and kelce in the kitchen. âyâall shouldâve called me or something.â his tone was harsh, kelce holding his hands up defensively.
âshe has you so pussy whipped bro, would you have even answered?â no, the answer was no. âit doesnât matter, you two shouldnât have walked in like that.â topper scoffed, popping open a can of beer. âchill, man, we just came to see our boy,â kelce slapped rafeâs shoulder, âand beat your ass at poker.â he added. rafe laughed, muttering a ânot a chance.â before going upstairs to check on you. ây/n?â you were fixing your disheveled hair, your lips still swollen from your previous activities.
âhey..â you turned, rafe pulling you in for a hug. âwhy donât you come downstairs? be my lucky charm for the game weâre gonna play.â you shook your head, recalling topperâs words from earlier; âso this is why she has you locked away, huh?â locked away? really? âi better not, you should go have your âbroâ time, i know itâs been awhile..â you smiled, hoping he didnât catch the way your gaze faltered. he did. âi want you with me.â he pecked the tip of your nose, your eyes shutting momentarily.
âwhat if they donât, though?â rafe was already dressing you, waving off your words. âwell then they can leave.â he shrugged. you sighed, letting him walk you downstairs where topper and kelce had the game set up on the table. âthe girl scout is joining us?â you didnât miss the way topper exchanged looks with the boy on his right. âyes, she is. is there a problem?â kelce mumbled a âno.â, followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.
rafe pulled you onto his lap, the guys starting the game as you rested your head against his chest. you didnât know a thing about poker, your lips quirking every time your boyfriend shouted excitedly. âthereâs no way!â topper slammed his losing cards on the table, âi have nothing!â kelce was getting frustrated, the chances of him winning decreasing with each turn. âif i flip this card and itâs right, i take all of this.â the guys had already put in well over four hundred dollars, the tension in the room incredibly thick.
âwith this money weâll get you that mixer you been wanting, how does that sound?â you nodded, both you and rafe leaning forward in anticipation. as soon as rafe turned his last card over, you screamed, jumping up as topper and kelce heads fell down in defeat. it was the first time you had even opened your mouth tonight, and kelce wasted no time in shutting you down. âcalm down, do you really have to be so loud?â your smile dropped, along with rafeâs. âforreal.â topper glared at you before pushing the money in your direction.
âwhatâs up yâallâs asses? sheâs just cheering,â rafe pulled you to his side, âjust a reminder that you two came here on your own accord and interrupted us, not the other way around.â in that moment you felt like a little girl again, always having someone to tell you to quiet down and suppress your excitement. you couldnât help the tears from welling in your eyes, their judgmental looks making you want to disappear. prior to you and rafe being together, topper and kelce had always been nice to you, but all of that seemed to go out the door when your boyfriend stopped participating in their little get togethers.
âwe hardly see you anymore, bro, we just donât understand why she canât lay off sometimes.â topper looked over at you, his jaw ticking as rafe laughed bitterly. you couldnât believe your ears. if only they knew how much you encouraged rafe to hang out with them. âhas it ever occurred to you that maybe i rather spend my time with my girlfriend than hanging out with you two? get the fuck out of my house.â topper and kelce looked like they were at a loss for words, both of them apologizing to you under their breath.
âand not that it matters anymore, âcause you two are so convinced that she has me trapped in her evil lair somewhere, but she encouraged me to come down here by myself before i dragged her along with me. you donât even know what youâre talking about.â rafe basically pushed them out before shouting, âand iâm keeping the beers assholes!â
rafe shut the front door, making sure to lock it this time before he scooped you up in his arms. âdonât cry, sweetheart, theyâre both idiots.â you sniffled, laughing softly. rafe smiled at the fact that he knew how to make you feel better. âtalk my ear off while i order that mixer, i love hearing your voice.â
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âIâm sorry Steve, I thought we were just having fun! I enjoyed you taking me out and paying for everything thatâs allâŠâ Is what Shelley said to him when Steve walked into the bar and saw her flirting with another guy.Â
Obviously, he smiled and shook his head, said everything was okay, âJust a silly misunderstandingâ and left, ever so graceful. But the second he was outside he cursed, tried not to shed a tear, failed, and then started laughing.Â
He probably looks like a mad man, or a drunk. But no, donât worry people, heâs not drunk or crazy, heâs just really, really stupid. He thought Shelley really liked him, he thought they were dating. And Shelley just assumed he was just another playboy so she played him back. Heâs not even mad at her. She didn't mean to hurt him. Itâs not her fault Steve is just so easy to hurt.Â
Sighing, he gets his phone out to get an uber and hugs himself even though itâs not really that cold outside, waiting for his car, already imagining the big, greasy burger heâs going to order when he gets home. He deserves it, okay?
The car that pulls out has definitely seen better days, but itâs clean and comfortable so Steve doesnât think twice about getting in. He offers the driver a smile through the rearview mirror, sparing a moment to notice his eyes are big and dark, and they crinkle when he smiles back at him.Â
Steve sits stiff and straight for a moment before realizing no one is there to judge him right now and he deflates, sighing again and letting himself collapse against the seat. Still hugging himself to feel any sort of comfort, he bumps his head against the window softly a couple of times.Â
âLong night?â The driver asks him in a friendly manner.
Steve meets his eyes in the rearview again and shrugs, smiling back crookedly âThought I should go home early since I already accomplished making an ass of myself for the nightâ
He checks the uber app for the driverâs name, doesnât want to be rude by not remembering. âEddieâ chuckles at Steve's statement.
âYou did, huh? Well good job on getting it out of the way then,â
Steve chuckles back, âYeah, I was actually thinking I deserve a treatâ
He notices Eddie looking back at him a couple of times before breathing an interested, âOh, yeah?â
âYeah,â Steve says, âA huge cheesy burger or somethingâ Wondering what Eddie was thinking heâd say.
Eddie laughs again, âOh! Right of courseâ and just when heâs about to say something else his phone rings.
âOh, sorryâ Eddie murmurs, immediately hanging up on whoever is calling.Â
âNo worries,â Steve mumbles back, sitting up a little straighter again.Â
âSo, whatâs your favorite dirty burger place?â Eddie asks him.Â
Steve can tell heâs trying to distract him from the mood he entered the car with and he really appreciates it.
He sits forward and leans his forearms against the headrest of the passenger seat, âOh, thereâs so many, butâŠâ from this angle, he can see Eddieâs face better, and he canât help but think heâs got a really nice looking profile, long lashes, full lips, and the cutest nose heâs ever seen, âI think Bennyâs the best oneâ he finishes.
Eddie pulls at a stop light and turns to look at him with a smile and heâs so much prettier than Steve first thought he involuntarily gasps. But thankfully Eddie is talking excitedly and doesnât seem to notice.
âNo way you know Bennyâs?! Benny is my uncle! Well, heâs married to my uncle actually- you know what I mean but yeah, Bennyâs is great!âÂ
Itâs such a weird coincidence that it managed to take Steve out of his stupor and heâs suddenly just as excited as Eddie,
âReally? Oh my god, Iâm so jealous right now, I wished I could live at Bennyâs sometimesâÂ
Eddie laughs, and just when he opens his mouth to reply his phone rings again. This time he doesnât immediately hang up and Steve sees the screen light up with the name âyou deserve betterâÂ
Ouch, he thinks, and his heartstrings tug for his cute, sweet, uber driver. Who offered him friendly conversation cause he noticed he was feeling down and has the most beautiful laugh. He doesn't really know why he feels so strongly about it, he doesn't even know Eddie⊠but he still feels the text is right. Whoever hurt him, Eddie deserved better.
âHey,â He says softly when Eddie hangs up cursing.
Eddie sighs again, âIâm so sorry,âÂ
âHey, no. Itâs fine,â Steve replies, resisting the urge to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.
He figures, after the way his night started, heâs got nothing to lose so he says, âSo much talk about Bennyâs I feel like I need to go there right now.âÂ
Eddie letâs out a distracted âHuh?â and Steve soldiers on, âWanna change the destination and join me? You can take me home after,â
He notices Eddie doing a double take and blushing, âReally? I- Am- I- okayâ he stammers but Steve canât really figure out why.
âYeah, you know, that way you donât lose time on the job and have another ride?â He finishes and Eddie laughs,
âOh, right. Yeah That- makes senseâ
They keep talking about their favorite things on the menu on the way there and soon they are sitting face to face in a booth at Bennyâs.
What a pair they make, Steve in a three piece suit, jacket off, vest undone and shirt rolled up to his forearms. And Eddie with sweats and a hoodie.Â
Eddie is even better looking in the shitty dinner light and the blush that adorns his cheeks ever since they came in makes Steve wanna kiss them to feel their warmth.
Benny himself comes to take their order, and Eddie gets up to hug him and introduces him to Steve. They already know each other, because Steve does come to the dinner often and Benny lets Eddie know that.
Eddie thinks it's hilarious that they both have been here so much and never saw each other before, but Steve canât help to think itâs a shame.
âI actually wouldâve loved to have met you sooner,â he tells Eddie at one point and watches curiously as Eddieâs blush turns a few shades darker.
As they eat, Steve tells Eddie about Shelley, about his hopes, about misreading the situation, about his shame. How he doesnât even think he liked Shelley that much, but he just wanted to have something real. Eddie gets mad at him for blaming himself, tells him it wasnât his fault, that heâs being too hard on himself. And itâs not a bad thing to consider but all Steve can think about is how cute Eddie looks when heâs mad on his behalf.
Eventually, Eddie tells Steve about whoever was calling him.Â
âI met him at my last job. I thought he was so cool but turns out he was actually just cold,â Eddie shrugs, âWe dated for like 6 months or something, not that long but, I was miserable the whole time and I didnât even realize it was because of him.âÂ
Eddieâs hand is tearing up a paper napkin between them and Steve tentatively settles his hand over Eddieâs, who stops destroying the napkin and smiles gratefully at Steve, holding his hand back.
âThe worst part is I didnât even break up with him, he broke up with me,â Eddie chuckles self-deprecatingly, âBut he still wanted to keep me around I guess⊠And I⊠didnât want to feel lonelyâÂ
They both stay quiet for a moment after that, and Steve stares at their hands joined over the greasy dinner table and thinks about loneliness, about how he doesn't feel it right now, with Eddie.
âSo, what happened?â he asks after a bit.
âI did eventually realize he was the one making me feel like shit so I stopped seeing him but he didnât appreciate my new sense of self-respect,â Eddie says lightly and Steve instinctively squeezes his hand protectively, which makes Eddie smile again, âIâm doing just fine now though, I told him to fuck off and got a new job. And itâs actually pretty good, ya know?â
Steve canât help but smile back at Eddieâs cute expression, âYeah?â
âHell yeah, my own hours? Good money? Plus Iâve always liked driving around, it calms me. And I get to meet really interesting peopleâŠâ he says, winking at Steve and making him chuckle.
âWell, Iâm glad then. Proud of you for getting out of there,â
âMe too,â Eddie says and looks up as Benny walks over to them.
âSorry to interrupt boys, but we are about to close for the night,â He says, stifling a yawn.
Steve looks surprised at his watch, itâs almost 2 A.M. He canât believe heâs been sitting here with Eddie for hours when it only felt like a few minutes.
He offers to cover the bill but Benny fights him over it and says itâs his treat. And Eddie offers to take him home no charge. So they get in Eddieâs car again only this time Steve sits next to him instead of in the back and they talk about music on their way to his place while Steve changes the radio stations. Laughing, singing and joking around, itâs such a good time. It feels like theyâve been doing this forever, like they could do thisâŠforever. But eventually they arrive at Steveâs building and suddenly Steve doesnât want the night to end.Â
Heâs about to tell Eddie as much, maybe invite him inside, when his phone rings again, the âyou deserve betterâ staring at them. But Eddie immediately grabs his phone and hangs up, blocking the number after.Â
âThere, he canât call me again,â he says with a sigh.
âCan I see your phone for a second?â Steve ventures, making a last second decision.
Eddie looks surprised but curious as he hands it over and Steve punches his phone in.
âIf you ever feel like unblocking him, or calling him back⊠Why donât you try calling me instead?â he says in a rush and then walks out of the car, not lingering to see Eddieâs reaction.
Thereâs always the positivity that he got things wrong again, got too invested too soon again and he doesnât want to know tonight. Heâll deal with it later, if Eddie doesn't call.
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It takes only two days for Steveâs phone to ring, an unknown number flashing on his screen. He picks it up feeling a little out of breath for no reason at all.
âHello?âÂ
âSteve?â
âEddie, Iâ
âWait- before you say anything I just want you to know that I didnât call because I wanted to call him, or I was thinking about him. I called because I canât stop thinking about you, I wanted to talk to you. Okay?â
âEddie- yes! Itâs more than okay, I- I was hoping youâd callâ
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âđ„đ coffee? oovoo javer?
#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#i wrote something#i wish i could come up with more innuendos for steve to drop and eddie to misunderstand cause it was tickling me#ya know i saw that post about the driver and i was inspired. if you are out there uber driver i hope you are okay <3
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apologize (nsfw, mdni)
OR: what happens when zaddy könig gets jealous?
you honestly hadn't meant it.
Gliding your fingers against his forearm, batting your pretty eyelashes up at him as you laugh at whatever mediocre joke he made, twirling your soft hair in-between your delicate fingers. It's just how you acted, that's all. You get flustered when strangers talk to you.
But to your 6'10 military boyfriend, it was everything but unintentional.
"You imagine him fucking you like this? huh? This what you wanted?"
König slams into you, mercilessly, ignoring the way tears stream down your puffy cheeks. His fingers curl around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you start to slip.
"Köni, Kö-"
"Quiet," He snaps his hips back into you, his forearm flexing above you as he braces himself with the headboard.
He fucks into you so hard, your eyes want to roll back with every thrust. You're certain he's leaving bruises all over your ass with how hard he's pounding you.
You claw at his back, desperately, and surely you're leaving bruises.
You honestly didn't mean for this to happen- but the look he gave you after you had laughed at the strangers joke- patting his chest innocently- sent daggers into your soul, and you knew you were getting to him.
From then on it was a game for you; how much could you get away with? You were absurdly nice to every guy you came across, smiling at them without prompt and biting your lip half-heartedly.
It was when you bent down sweetly to grab something off the bottom shelf for an older gentleman that König had enough.
The whole car ride home you had been silent, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping your thigh.
Now, those same knuckles were being fucked into your mouth, muffling your pathetic whines. Drool was running down your chin, drizzling over the hickeys that littered your neck. You were fighting to keep your eyes locked on his.
He grunts above you, almost angrily. Your pussy squeezes around him desperately, the tip of his dick hitting your pillowy cervix delicately.
God, you love it when he's mad; his angry clock slamming into you, gagging you with his fingers, his other hand curled around your throat. Fuck, you can still feel the sting of the deep purple hickeys he had chewed into your neck in the parking lot.
You can see the outline of his dick in your abdomen as he pounds into you.
"Schatz." König's voice snaps your attention back on him, "Eyes on mine." He practically growls when your eyes flutter shut with ecstasy, landing a hard slap to your ass.
"König, I'm gonna-"
"Beg for it, doll."
You whine, clenching down on him.
"Please let me cum König, please, please 'm so fucking, please-" You start to babble, incoherent nonsense spilling out of you as he fucks into you harder.
"You think you deserve to cum? Flirting with other men all day?" König slows his thrusts down, staring into your eyes with a mixture of lust and envy.
"m 'sorry, Kö, 'm so sorry please let me cum," You whine, your pussy nearly hurting with how it's being abused.
"You're sorry, Schatz? Fucking pussy belongs to me, ja? Cum on my dick, love."
His voice softens when he sees your pained expression. His pretty thing needs to cum. He slams into you, hard and fast, vibrating his thumb against your clit. His fingers are still wet from when they were down your throat, and the hot wet feeling against your puffy clit sends you over the edge.
You cum on his dick, back arching into him as he fucks you through your orgasm. You can feel him shoot hot stripes of cum onto your stomach moments later.
You're panting into his neck, arms wrapped around his back for stability. He pulls out of you softly before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, comforting the angry bruises he left earlier.
"Did I hurt you?"
His voice is so fragile by your ear you almost missed it.
"No, Kö, I loved it." You whisper, rubbing over the hot red scratches you left on his back.
He presses a kiss to your forehead.
"No more bullshit, ja?" He pulls away from you. "This is mine," He slaps your pussy hard, "Belongs to me." He rubs your overstimulated clit for a moment before laying down next to you, tugging you on top of him.
You happily snuggle into the crook of his neck, bare tits flush against his chest.
Those hickeys stayed for weeks, and König didn't let you cover them up once. He just looked at you through dangerous, lidded eyes, threatening to leave darker ones on your jaw if you covered up the ones on your neck.
You couldn't deny you loved it; loved being marked by him, marked as his-
Maybe you'd make König jealous more often..?
A/N: id sell my entire family if it meant i could smell him ngl. hope y'all liked this one if u want me to write sumth lmk! still sorta new to tumblr
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Damaged Goods
Summary: The belief that they were both undeserving of love led Spencer and Reader into each other's arms. If they canât find love, they can at least soothe their need for physical affection, right?
âYou kiss me with your mouth wide open like youâre not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.â - Anita Ofokansi
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!ReaderÂ
Category: Smut, Angst with a hopeful ending
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) negative self-talk and self-deprecation (both Reader and Spencer, also in the context of sex!), implied past trauma (nothing explicit), some dark/cynical humor, loneliness, crying (also during sex), showering together, oral (fem receiving), unprotected penetrative sex
Authorâs Note: I hope you guys are ready for some smangst! This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Friends with Benefits challenge!Â
Word count: 4.3k
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It was as if Spencer had expected you when he opened his door, a sympathetic smile spread over his face and the first buttons of his shirt already undone. As if he had known that you werenât planning on wasting any time to get him undressed once you stepped inside his apartment.Â
âHe stood you up, huh?â Spencer concluded after reading your expression.Â
A defeated sigh escaped your lips. âI don't even know why I still try with those stupid dating apps.â
âProbably because you don't want to end up old and alone like me,â he chuckled, his tone laced with cynicism.Â
âYou're not old,â you countered as you stepped closer to him. âAnd right now youâre not alone either.â
âTechnically correct.â
You came to a halt not even an armâs length away from him. His sight wandered over your face, obviously trying to interpret your current state of mind. It was rare that Spencer made the first step in your encounters. It was important to him to make sure you were the one in control.Â
âI need you, Spencer,â you finally confessed.Â
There was a certain desperation audible in your voice but it was nothing Spencer hadnât heard before. He stepped towards you to close the distance between your bodies.Â
âCome here,â he whispered as he placed his hands on your waist.Â
What Spencer had to offer was the next best thing to love you could get. So you didnât hesitate to give into the temptation of feeling his body pressed against yours for the umpteenth time in those past few weeks.Â
Unlike the men before him, Spencer was not scared to get close to you even after telling him the secrets from your past. He didn't budge when you tried to push him away, well aware of the darkness heâd face once he stepped closer. He wasnât afraid that you could suck him into the void that captured the place in your chest where your heart once was.Â
What he saw when he looked into the abyss that was your soul felt familiar, almost comforting. It reminded him of the demons that possessed his own soul. It broke his heart to see you hurting. However, as morbid as it was, it also made him feel less lonely in his own suffering.Â
One particularly lonely night a few weeks ago led you into his arms for the first time â and subsequently into his bed â to at least soothe the yearning for physical affection.
There was no romantic attraction to be found between the two of you. You came to an agreement that you were both too marred to even speak of romance hypothetically. Too large was the risk of potential self-destruction that could follow a union of two such damaged hearts.Â
This was a purely physical thing â a way to pretend that your love lives werenât completely doomed. Sleeping with Spencer was like committing to a symbiosis, a mutual agreement to use the otherâs body to appease this pain that wouldnât go away.Â
You reminded yourself of that when his lips made contact with yours that night. He kissed you like a starving man, never quite able to satiate the burning hunger of his soul. What you had to offer was good enough for now, though.Â
As he walked you into his bedroom, it almost felt like following a routine the two of you had adopted. Just a few skilled movements were enough to stand completely bare in front of each other, greedy hands groping whatever flesh was in reach.Â
When you finally lay down on the mattress, Spencerâs lips chased every curve and dip of your body, almost as if he was determined to find the secret remedy to finally end your suffering.Â
Only there was none.Â
The inner turmoil never went away but during those hours you were able to tune it out. It was nothing but a distant memory once Spencer laid down between your legs. He collected your honeyed wetness on his tongue until you were squirming underneath him, desperate to find relief.Â
âNot yet,â he breathed as he sat up between your legs.Â
He leaned over you, sharing your own taste with you as he kissed you again. At the same moment his tongue entered your mouth, you could feel his hardness pressing into your entrance. There was no need to be reluctant, no moment of questioning if what you were doing would taint the other one. His mouth left your lips to bite into your neck instead, unafraid that his venom could ever hurt you.Â
Everything I touch starts rotting, Spencer once chuckled when you tried to save one of his house plants. Cynical as ever, he had said it with a grin on his face but you knew that there was more meaning behind his words than he would ever admit.
It was different with you, though. The damage had already been done by the hands of other people. There was no innocence that could have been defiled. There was nothing Spencer could do to wound you worse than them, no matter how little he thought of himself.Â
Maybe that was the real reason it was so easy for him to lose himself inside your embrace. You could see it in his eyes as he entered you. He was allowed to be himself with you, to feel lust and affection despite his hardship, despite the lack of true love.Â
Those sensations were a mutual experience, too. With Spencer you were never worried about being rejected. Together you had created your own safe space, a bright pink bubble within the darkness where you could truly be yourselves with one another.Â
In perfect unity you began moving with each other, each thrust of hips answered by your body grinding against him. Together you chased the feeling of sweet release, the moment of pure bliss.Â
âFuck,â Spencer muttered against your lips, announcing that it wouldnât be much longer now.Â
You slowed down your movements, desperately trying to prolong this moment, to indulge some more in this short reprieve of the mess that was your life.Â
âPlease, hold on,â you begged him as you felt tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.Â
Suddenly and without a warning Spencer stopped moving to kiss away the tears from your cheeks instead. He tasted the saline on your skin and imagined that it had been kissed by the ocean instead of the cruel reality.
âAre you okay?â He cooed when he found your eyes.
âNo,â you breathed. âBut when am I ever?âÂ
âDo you want to stop?â He offered, obviously concerned with you.Â
You shook your head as you pushed against his shoulders to urge him to lie down beside you. Climbing into his lap, you found your place on top of him while Spencerâs hands grabbed your hips.Â
âIs that okay?â You wanted to make sure before continuing.Â
âYes,â he confirmed. âYou know very well that I need this just as much as you do.âÂ
With your hand wrapped around his length you guided him into your body once more. Spencer threw his head back into the pillow as you started moving at a slow, almost torturous pace. Not much time passed until the both of you danced along the edge of euphoria again.Â
It only took a few skilled motions until you finally fell over the edge, taking Spencer right with you. The high subsided a lot quicker than you would have liked and with that the bright pink bubble you had created burst again.
Spencer held you for the rest of the night, even after the both of you had long fallen asleep. Only when morning came did he dare to let go of your body as he got out of bed. When you heard him turn on the shower, your entire body began tingling as the longing to bask in the warmth his skin radiated became overwhelming.Â
With quiet steps you approached the bathroom and opened the door.Â
âDo you need something?â You heard Spencerâs voice from behind the shower curtain.Â
You stepped closer to the shower before asking, âCan I join you?âÂ
âOf course.â He pulled back the curtain to let you step in, offering a hand so you wouldnât slip.Â
It was only a little awkward to stand in front of Spencer completely naked in bright daylight. He didnât hesitate to pull you into his arms, sharing both the warm water and the heat his body provided with you. You werenât sure what it was exactly that you were looking for when you joined him in his morning shower, but it was nice to just be close to him.Â
You stepped back to find his eyes and he noticed your ambivalence. Before he had a chance to ask, you giggled, âIâm trying to decide whether I want to get clean or dirty.â
Spencer joined you with his own laughter. âWell,â he chuckled as he grabbed the shampoo bottle, âletâs start by getting you clean.âÂ
He began shampooing your hair as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him. This act of innocent affection shocked your entire system. Suddenly you were unable to form a coherent sentence, the only thing that mattered in that moment was the sensation of Spencer running his fingertips over your scalp. A part of you wanted to fight this experience of being taken care of but a much bigger, much more desperate part simply indulged in the sensation.Â
When you couldnât get much cleaner, you reciprocated this pure act. Spencer didnât resist, instead his body became pliable under your touch as you helped him wash his hair and skin. It almost felt like a sacred act to rid him of the remaining soap. Your sight followed the bubbles as they ran down his legs and disappeared in the drain.Â
You couldnât quite explain it but somehow this shower felt more intimate than any sexual act you had shared in the past. It wasnât your intention but it felt like something between the two of you had shifted as you stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed.Â
It felt like the safest option to lighten the mood with your usual playful banter.Â
âMy therapist said something stupid the other day,â you finally broke the silence.Â
âDid she say that you should stop sleeping with me? Because then I might need to have a serious conversation with her,â Spencer joked.Â
âDonât flatter yourself, Dr. Reid. I never mention you in therapy,â you lied.Â
He saw right through you but let it go anyway. âRight,â he said instead.Â
Spencer walked right behind you as you made your way over to his kitchen to make some coffee.Â
âShe said that I need to start learning to love myself before someone else can fall in love with me.â The coffee maker made a hissing noise right as the last word left your lips.Â
âYikes,â Spencer deadpanned. âGood luck with that.â
âI know, right? Iâll probably end up old and alone like you,â you snickered. Â
Spencer laughed at your words. âI was talking about the coffee maker but I deserved that.âÂ
The ringing of your phone distracted you from your mission to make coffee. When you got it out of your purse, you saw a message from the guy who stood you up last night.Â
âThe guy from last night is asking for another date. Apparently he didnât show up because of some work emergency,â you explained with your eyes still glued to the screen.Â
Spencer huffed in response. âYou're not seriously considering it?âÂ
âWhat choice do I have? Itâs not like people are lining up to finally date me.â
He rolled his eyes as he poured some coffee in a mug. âHeâs not the right person for you. You should say no,â was his final advice.Â
âThat's the thing with damaged goods though, isnât it? People can sense that we are not worthy of their time, that they can do better. So we have no choice than to settle for something, or rather someone not quite perfect.â
Months ago you had come to an agreement to stop cheering each other up when it came to your love lives. There was a mutual understanding that telling the other one they would for sure get their happily-ever-after soon didn't help at all. It was sort of comforting to be able to talk about the unadorned truth with one another.Â
âThere's a difference between not quite perfect and absolute dipshit though,â Spencer retorted.
His choice of words made you laugh. It was rare that Spencer used crude language but he never minced matters when talking about your Tinder chronicles. Â
He found your eyes and added, âYou deserve better than that.â
Half jokingly, half seriously you asked, âDo I really?âÂ
A smirk formed on his face when he teased, âWellâŠâÂ
You playfully punched his arm and laughed, âDon't be a dick, Spencer! Now Iâm going to go on this date out of spite!â
Spencer had seen the worst of you and he was aware that youâd probably fall back into old habits quickly, even if that guy was decent. That poor man didn't stand a chance to fight through all those walls you had so carefully built to protect your heart.
There was another, unspoken reason why the two of you had stopped cheering each other up so long ago. In the unlikely case that you would actually finally find your soulmate, what would that mean for Spencer? That he had been more broken than you all along?
Itâs not that he didn't want you to find happiness. But the thought that he might be left behind was devastating. Ending up old and alone was only a tolerable thought if he could have you by his side.Â
So Spencer did what he knew best and started pushing you away.
Several days passed without hearing a word from him. It wasnât the first time this had happened and it was nothing you could hold against him â you had done the same thing before. It couldn't have been a coincidence that right when you were supposed to leave for your date, you found yourself standing in front of Spencerâs apartment door instead.Â
Three firm knocks announced your presence. You heard some shuffling on the other side of the door but he didn't open. It was to be expected. You got his spare key out from your purse to enter his place uninvited.Â
It was the couch where you found him, his arms wrapped around his knees, making him appear so much smaller than he really was. He was wearing an old Caltech shirt and sweatpants and his hair looked even more unruly than usual. The redness around his eyes revealed that he had been crying.
Instead of greeting you, he groaned, âI shouldn't have given you my key.â
âWell,â you shrugged as you sat down beside him. âToo late.â
âI mean it, you shouldn't be here.â
âNice try,â you quipped. âYou should know by now that you can't scare me off that easily.âÂ
The truth was that he didn't want you to leave, even when the words that left his mouth claimed the opposite. You had proven to him over and over again that no matter how many of his scars he let you see, you stayed.
Old habits die hard, though. So he still tried walking away, even if he wouldn't get far. You watched as he disappeared in the bedroom and threw the door shut behind him. The sound didn't even make you flinch.Â
Slowly you counted to ten before you got up to follow him. He knew you better than that but he still had a surprised expression on his face when he saw you walking through his bedroom door. A part of him still believed that there would come a point where all this darkness became too overwhelming even for you.Â
âI wonât leave,â you reminded him, a loving softness laced over your voice.Â
You sat down beside him on the bed when he started crying again. To your surprise he didnât wince when you reached for his hand.Â
âTalk to me,â you finally offered.
âYou don't understand,â Spencer whimpered. âI feel so alone.â
Right as the words left his lips, he looked up at you, tears still running down his cheeks. He looked at you and remembered that what he said was wrong.Â
Because you did understand.Â
And he knew that very well.Â
That was when he remembered that it wasnât his apartment you should be at right now. He took a deep breath before wiping away his tears.Â
âYou're gonna be late for your date,â he stated, his eyes glued to the floor.Â
Your words were genuine when you countered, âYou're so much more important than a stupid date, Spencer.â
After hearing those words, he leaned over to catch your lips with his without a warning. The fervor he displayed knocked the air out of your lungs. He kissed you greedily, his hands grabbing your waist to push you against his body.Â
His tongue begged for entrance and you granted it, melting into him with this kiss that tasted more salty than you would have liked. How easy it would have been to fall back into your old routine, to lose yourself inside his arms as you both chased a quick solution to a problem that couldn't be fixed.Â
His hands started searching for the softness your body had to offer, calloused fingertips brushing over the velvet of the skin he found underneath your shirt. It was not like you didn't yearn for it too, for this make-believe game you liked to play. More than anything did you crave the sensation of his touch, this moment that briefly let you forget all the marks past lovers had left on your body.Â
It didn't feel right, though. Not anymore.Â
Spencer instantly sensed your hesitance and pulled back to find your eyes. Never before had he looked more vulnerable than in that moment.Â
âI don't think itâs a good idea,â you breathed as your hands found his face to wipe his tears away.Â
Spencer pulled away from you, denying you the access to his skin.Â
âSo it's okay if you cry during sex, but when I do it, that's where you draw the line?â He huffed.Â
The harshness of his words shocked you but you could see the regret in his eyes instantly.
âIâm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.â
You reached for his hand as you softly spoke, âItâs okay. You're upset, I get it.âÂ
Several moments of silence passed. Seconds of contemplating how to proceed until you decided to offer him the comfort he craved anyway.Â
You leaned in for another kiss. It was a lot softer and slower than before but Spencer took what he could get. When you got ahold of the hem of his shirt to take it off, he pulled back.Â
âWait, Iâm not sure about this,â he stuttered. âI don't want you to feel likeââ
âSpencer,â you interrupted him. âDo you trust me?â
A quiet breath fell from his lips before he nodded. âMore than I ever thought possible.â
With that there was no more resistance to be found when you continued undressing him. He moved with you until only underwear was covering your bodies.Â
âLie down,â you cooed and he did as you said.Â
Unlike your previous encounters, it was apparent that what the both of you craved was not sex this time. You laid down beside him to pull him into your arms, no distance allowed between the two of you. His skin was pressed against yours, so much so that it became impossible to tell where your body ended and his began.Â
He left featherlight kisses on your neck before resting his head against your shoulder. You held him as close as you could, not daring to loosen the grip you had around his body.Â
With his arms and legs all bent and folded to fit inside your embrace, there was no more trace of the tall man he usually was. He seemed small, almost fragile. Even more so when another fit of sobs shot through his body.Â
Spencer trembled inside your arms and you held him. You held him until he had successfully cried himself to sleep.
At least that was what you thought. The harbingers of your own slumber had already begun numbing your senses when you suddenly felt his lips brushing over your cheek.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you,â he whispered almost inaudibly.Â
I know, you thought but were already too far gone to answer him.Â
When you opened your eyes the next morning, you found Spencer already awake, looking at you. His eyes were still a bit swollen but his facial features looked soft, almost content.Â
âDonât look at me like that,â you whined as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.Â
âLike what?â He mumbled.Â
âLike a lovesick fool!âÂ
Spencer didn't seem surprised at your words. It seemed like he was aware that you had heard what he said to you last night.Â
âWhat if I am?â He asked, a smirk spread over his face.Â
Now was not the time for your usual sarcastic banter. Not when everything you had with him was about to implode.Â
You sat up in the bed and warned him, âStop it, Spencer.â
He shook his head, âI canât keep pretending. Itâs the truth.â
You got up to get dressed while you huffed, âHow can it be true after you have seen the worst of me.â
âI have seen the worst of you and I still love you.â
You started pacing up and down his bedroom, trying to come up with something to say to that. Spencer got up too and put his clothes on. You came to a halt about an armâs length away from him before you said, âThis is not what love should feel like.â
âHow would you know?â He countered.Â
His words seemed cruel but they were true. You didn't know what love actually felt like. There was this image you had in your head of an innocent, saccharine kind of love that probably only existed in fiction. Â
Spencer didn't let it go just yet. There was a certain insecurity audible in his voice when he practically begged you, âLook at me and tell me that you donât feel the same way âÂ
Instead of looking at him, your sight fell to the floor. âWhat I feel is the urge to leave.â
It was to be expected that this would be your reaction. Spencer knew you well enough to be aware of the risk he took by confessing his feelings. He suspected that you reciprocated them but were still too afraid to admit it.Â
He stepped out of your way and gestured towards the door. âIâm not gonna stop you.â
To your own surprise, you hesitated. Â
âWhat are we doing, Spencer?â
A very timid smile appeared on his face when he realized that you didn't follow your instincts to leave. Maybe there was hope after all.Â
âIâm not sure,â Spencer answered. ââŠbut Iâm willing to find out.â
It wasnât like this thought had never crossed your mind. In fact, there was a part of your brain that sometimes overpowered anything else and let you fantasize about a potential future with him.Â
However, you were very familiar with the demons Spencer had to fight every day. And you were even more aware of your own darkness. You were afraid that the combination of those things might become a poisonous mixture that had the potential to destroy the both of you.Â
So it was only logical to voice your concerns. âI donât think I can make you happy.âÂ
âItâs not your job to make me happy,â he sighed. âBut maybe there is a chance that we could find happiness together. In little those moments, just like before, when we woke up together. Or when we took a shower the other day. Maybe those little things add up one day to something bigger. To something better. Something worth taking the risk.âÂ
You looked at the door once more but decided to sit down at his bedside instead of leaving.Â
You found his eyes and breathed, âOkay.âÂ
Spencer sat down beside you. âOkay?â
What you had with him was imperfect and not at all what you had imagined. Some might think what you were about to do was stupid, maybe even reckless. It was only a matter of time until one of you got hurt, got caught in the crossfire of the intensity of your emotions. But maybe it was worth giving it a chance.Â
Yes, some might call it reckless. But in that moment you thought of it as bravery.Â
âYes.â You confirmed. âLetâs give it a try.âÂ
A split second after you said those words, you felt Spencerâs lips on yours. The kiss felt different than the ones before. There was no desperation or insatiable hunger noticeable in his actions. This kiss was sweet, almost innocent. It was a way to melt into one another with no hurry, no need to compensate for something youâd never truly experience.Â
Soon you were both shedding each layer of clothing before lying down on the bed to continue the kiss without any barrier between you. His chest was firmly pressed against yours and you could feel his heart thumping against your skin, almost as if it was looking for its counterpart inside your ribcage.Â
You could feel your heart calling out to him. For the first time you didn't want to be with him to shield your heart from the rest of the world, no. This time you wanted to open up, to give Spencer a chance to feel your affection.
âI love you,â you whispered between kisses.Â
He leaned back to smile at you and you could feel how his love entered your body, how it was on a mission to bring light to even the darkest corners of your soul.
âI love you, too.â
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Kita shinsuke gets confused after you start dating.
Itâs not like itâs been a long time, far from it, but you felt so comfortable in his everyday life that he stops thinking too hard about your interactions.
You reach for his hand, he takes it. You shiver, he gives you his jacket. Youâre hungry, he shares his snacks.
He gives you a compliment, you⊠hate him?
You must. There it is, in capital letters under his own blue text: OFBEOD KITAAAA I HATE YOU FRRRđđ
His heart races as he rereads the text over and over again, unsure of what he couldâve possibly said to have you say âI hate you.â
Whatever it is, he needs to find a way to apologize.
The idea of upsetting you in a way he barely understands is concerning, it makes him extremely saddened, and he picks up his pace to get to practice.
Heâs sure thereâs someone there that can help him decipher your distress.
Leave it to the two twins, tying their shoes in sync, to be the first ones to notice his stress.
âKita-San?â Osamu asks, brows furrowing. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â atsumu continues. âYouâre late- youâre NEVER late.â
âAnd you look like youâre about to upchuck.â
Lovely.
âOsamu, Atsumu,â he says, breath shaky as the twins turn to look up at him. âYouâre⊠familiar with relationships, yes?â
âWell heâs been single since birth-â
âHEY!â
â-but Iâve got a little bit of knowledge. Whatâs up?â
Kita gnaws on his lip before he passes the phone to the grey haired twin, showing him your sudden outburst of hatred towards him. Osamu quirks a confused brow as his eyes glaze over the text, the blonde twin quickly popping on his feet to peer over Osamuâs shoulder to read along.
Osamu flicks his eyes from his phone up to Kita, âwhat am I looking at?â
âShe hates me,â he says, a frightened lilt in his tone. âAnd I donât know what I do. I donât know what I did,or said, or how I can fix this. And IâŠâ he takes a breath in to calm down, âI need your help.â
Osamu stays silent for a bit, and atsumu cracks a cheesy smile, âcap⊠you didnât do anything.â
âHuh?â
âYou didnât do anything- this is just⊠how some girls act,â osamu explains, and kita feels his cheeks warm up from the sudden crowd thatâs gathered.
âAre we teaching Kita-San something now?â Suna teases, peering over Osamuâs shoulder to read the message. âTeaching him about giiiiiirls.â
And shinsuke wants to say something back, about how he knows girls and he doesnât need to be taught anythingâŠ
But maybe he does.
Osamu takes a small breath in before passing his captainâs phone back to him, âsometimes, girls are just⊠uhmâŠ.â
âAggressive?â He asks, and Akagi chuckles behind him.
âNo,â Osamu hums thoughtfully. âI would probably say more⊠excited than guys, and it makes them kinda wanna⊠be⊠ferocious?â
âFeral?â Suna chimes in.
âBuck wild?â
âHow about all of the above,â Aran says easily.
Kita quirks a brow, âso she doesnât actually hate me?â
âNo! Sheâs just excited that you complimented her, I think.â
âYeah Kita-San,â Atsumu chuckles. âGirls only say they hate you when they love you; thatâs like. A thing.â
âThey also bite,â Akagi cuts in. âFor⊠some reason.â
âThey BITE?â
âIâve been smacked so many times,â Aran playfully laments, and Shinsukeâs head whips towards him, only to make the ace shrug, âwhat? Sheâll get excited to see you, or something good happens, and she just. Smacks your arms. It doesnât always hurt.â
âWhat do you mean ALWAYS!â Shinsuke is suddenly extremely nervous about whether he received a girlfriend⊠or a pitbull.
âOr sheâll bite you,â Suna hums.
âOr says she hates you,â the twins circle back. At seeing their captains new nerves, they rise to their feet to clap him on the back.
âYouâll be fine, cap,â the blonde assures. âItâll catch you by surprise, sure.â
âMay be a little painful,â osamu snorts.
Atsumu snickers, âbut youâve liked her for a long time. And if itâs too much, you tell her to stop.â He nods before turning on his heel and mumbling a soft âhell knows youâre good at that,â under his breath.
The conversation makes Shinsuke⊠convinced. Heâs sure that thereâs minimal that you can do to upset him, even if these methods of love lean far into the unconventional. He gnaws at his lip as the crowd disperses, golden eyes glazing over the contents once more.
He cracks a small smile, taking a soft breath in and letting his fingers take over typing and saying everything he could want to say in just a few words.
SENT I love you, too :)
You reply with an absolute jumble of words and praises, capitals and random emojis. He smiles before planting his phone in his bag and heading out to practice, feeling it buzz more than a few times in his pocket.
Maybe a few well intentioned bite marks wouldnât be the worst thing to happen to him.
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Im a very indecisive person but I guess I'll go with âSurprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.â with Eddie, if you have any inspiration for this prompt đ
ty for requesting!! â you get mean when you like someone, so eddie thinks you hate him (grump!reader, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, shameless succession reference, 1.9k)
âPlease, tell me youâre joking,â you mumble through the melting vanilla shake on your tongue.
Robin grins at you across the table and shakes her head. âNope,â she says, popping the p. âYou are officially looking at Vicki Carmichaelâs latest odyssey.â
You and Eddie look over your shoulder at Steve. He stands at the front counter and fumbles with the straw dispenser â hitting the lever repeatedly, with an increasingly rougher touch when nothing comes out. He flounders when they all spill out at once.Â
Heâs lucky heâs so pretty.
âWait, Iâm confused,â Eddie announces from beside you after stealing a sip of your milkshake. He squints and fights off a brain freeze. âWhy didnât he just tell us? Heâs screwing the hottest girl in townâ it feels like something heâd brag about.â
âIâm sitting right here,â you scoff, mostly kidding.
ââCause he knew you guys would totally ream him for it,â Robin answers and pinches fry crumbs into her mouth. Through a mouthful of them, she says, âItâs not like youâre usually supportive about this kinda stuff.â
âIâm all for Steve being a slut, okay?â you defend with your hands up in surrender. âBut I do draw the line at my best friend fucking the girl who bullied me in high school.â
âWhatâd she do?â Eddie asks. You canât tell if he really cares or if he just wants something new to laugh at you for, but you decide to humor him anyway.
âShe cut out the boobs of my gym shirt before class because she knew if I dressed out again, I was getting detention,â you explain, smiling when it makes the table laugh. âI had to run the mile with my bright pink sports bra showing, but at least my record was clean.â
âWhat are you guys talking about?â Steve wonders aloud when he returns to the table, carrying the only straw that hadnât fallen to the floor. He slides into the booth next to Robin and looks at the three of you expectantly.
âNothing.â the brunette girl chirps.
âYou,â Eddie deadpans.
You squint. âReal smooth, Munson.â
âWait, what?â
Eddie laughs. âI mean, Vicki Carmichael? Seriously?â
Steve gapes at Robin, features yawned in betrayal. âYou told them?âÂ
The girl shrugs, taking a big bite of her burger and playing coy.
âSheâs hot and everything, but sheâs really not your type, man.â
Steveâs eyes narrow across the table. âWhatâs that supposed to mean, freak?â
âShe likes bad boys,â you answer for him, shrugging like itâs obvious. âYou know, the Billy Hargrove types. With tattoos and leather jackets and long hair. And, no offense, but youâre the furthest thing from that.â
âI think you just described me, doll,â Eddie laughs.
âWerenât you screwing around with Billy Hargrove a couple months ago?â Steve wonders with a knowing, honeyed squint.
âShut up, Harrington,â you bite.
Eddie grins with all his teeth, pink and boyish and proud. âOh, so youâre screwing guys that are just like me now, huh? Iâm flattered.â
âIf anything, youâre the dollar store version of Billy Hargrove, Munson,â you retort with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to the milkshake in front of you. You stab holes in the thick ice cream and try to ignore the sudden attention.
All the eyes on you make you nervous. You were never good at being the butt of the joke. âCause when you get embarrassed, you get mean. Like some kinda hurt dog.
âYou have everything but the looks.â
âFuck off,â Eddie snorts and snatches the frosted glass away from you. He slides it over to his side of the table and sips from the straw that has your lipstick stained on the tip of it. âYou canât insult meââ
âCanât I?â
ââNot when youâre fucking a carbon copy of me,â he scoffs and tries to ignore the jealousy burning wildfires behind his ribcage.
âHeâs nothing like you,â you insist.
âHeâs exactly like me. Just blonde. And watered down,â Eddie argues, face twisted with disgust. He smiles when it makes everyone else laugh but you. âI mean, itâs kinda sad, actually. I turned you down, so you had to try it out with Hargrove?â
âI didnât try it, first of all, I fucking conquered it,â you retort, not exactly joking but grinning when it makes Steve and Robin chuckle to themselves. âAnd second of all, I never wanted you, Munson. So there was never anything to turn down.â
Your words sting somewhere deep in his chest. Like thereâs a knife lodged deep in his heart that aches every time he breathes. He doesnât know what to do with this hurt other than hurt you back.Â
âSo that night you told me you liked me after my showâ that was all a lie?â he asks, smirking to hide his ache.
Robinâs eyes go wide as she bites into her burger. âWhat is this? A sleepover?â she scoffs with her mouth full. âWhy is everyone telling each otherâs secrets?â
âYou started it, Buckley,â Steve quips before stealing one of her fries.
Your answer is immediate. A total lie, but instant nonetheless. No oneâs gonna out-insult you. Rarely ever do you come out of petty arguments without having drawn the most blood.
âYeah! You bombed, and I felt bad, and I wanted to make you feel better,â you confess with a sinister giggle. âWhat I really wanted to say is that I wish your mom had given birth to a can opener because at least then it might be good at something.â
Eddie meets your smirk with a glower, something genuinely pained that makes your chest sting. You refuse to show it, though. Not even when he slides out of the booth. âYeah, okay. Fuck you,â he mumbles to himself as he goes.
âWhat?â you scoff a cynical laugh.
âCâmon,â Steve murmurs quietly to you. âThat was a little too far.â
âOh, so he can make fun of me, but I can make fun of him?â
âItâs different. You know that.â
You roll your eyes even though you know heâs right. Eddieâs a clown, but he means well. Heâs a dumbass because he doesnât know how to be serious about anything, but heâs hardly ever outright mean.Â
Youâre made of something more hardened than that. You set fires all around you, and only when a person walks through it do you know they really care. You donât mean to be so mean half the time. Itâs a defense mechanism more than anything. A time-bomb you never really learned to defuse.
âIt was a joke, Eds!â you shout as he storms the short distance to the entrance of the diner.
âWell, surprise. I have feelingsââ he grins, though thereâs little emotion behind it. The door dings over his head when he shoves it open. He reaches for the crushed packet of cigarettes in his pocket. ââAnd you just hurt them.â
The diner feels strangely silent with him gone. The air feels noticeably heavy, too.Â
You reach for the milkshake he left on his side of the table and slide it audibly back over to you. You donât sip from it, though. Your stomachâs too much in knots now. You just busy your fidgeting hands with it, holding the frosted glass in your delicate palms until they ache.
âStop staring at me,â you mumble, not meeting the silent looks Robin and Steve give you across the booth.
âGo talk to him before you give him a complex.â
âYeah,â the boy hums with a knowing smile. âGo kiss and make up.â
âShut up,â you bite with a scrunched-together face. You deflate with a sigh. âFine. Iâll goâ but not because you told me to.â
You hear them laugh quietly to themselves as you walk out behind Eddie.Â
He leans against the corner of the old building and blows smoke from his lungs. He looks relatively unfazed despite the circumstances. You swallow down the worry that youâre embarrassing yourself by being out here at all.
Your shoes scuff against the sidewalk as you near him. âEdsââ
âIâm fine,â he interjects before you can say anything real. âYou donât need to apologize.â
âWell, itâs too late. Steve and Robin already kicked me out here, soâŠâ You trail off in a monotone, despite having already declared that you were out here not because you were told to be. He doesnât need to know that, though. ââŠIâm sorry.â
He takes a puff of the cigarette between his fingers, then shrugs on the exhale. âOkay.â
âThe can opener thing was stupidâ I mean, it wasnât nice either, but it was a really dumb joke,â you ramble without taking a single breath. You cross your arms over yourself in a makeshift shield. âYou didnât even bomb that night. At your show or whatever. I lied. You were⊠You were actually really good.â
Eddie turns his head slowly. He blinks at you with chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement.
You cower under his stare. âWhat?â
âI know what youâre doing,â he insists with a crooked smile.
âWhat?â you repeat, forcing a laugh.
âYouâre fucking with me,â he chuckles and brings the cig back to his mouth. He mumbles through the stick. âBut itâs cool, you know? I can cope.â
âIâm being serious, Eddie,â you argue. And then, when your chest starts to sting, it becomes impossible not to make a joke. âI think youâre a⊠super-talented superstarââ
âYouâre such a fucking bitch,â he interjects with a sincere laugh, like honey and gunpowder.
You giggle, and the foreign tension ebbs.
âIâm just kidding,â you assure and prop your back against the wall beside him. âWell, I mean, Iâm not, but IâŠâ You stammer when you canât find the words. You gesture wildly with your hands. âI do think youâre talented, itâs justâ Itâs hard for me to be serious, okay? But I am sorry.â
âItâs okay,â he assures, tossing the cigarette to the ground and snuffing the ash with his sneaker. âTrust me. I know what you mean.â
You swallow hard. âAnd I wasnât⊠What I said to you that night, in your van after the show⊠I wasnât lying.â
Eddieâs head snaps up. He blinks at you with a gaping gaze, even though youâre not looking at him to see it. Youâre much more focused on the dumpster across the street, lest you meet his eyes and get embarrassed all over again.Â
This is the realest youâve ever been with him, you think â since you told him you liked him and he all but turned you down.
Being vulnerable has been impossible since then.
âThen whyâd you never talk to me about it again?â he asks, then stammers over himself. âYou acted like it never even happenedâ I thought I fuckingâ like, dreamt it or some shit.â
âBecause you didnât say anything back! I thought you didnât feel the same way!â
âI was justâ I was just shocked. You always act like you hate me!â
âBecause I like you, you idiot!â you blurt before you mean to, then huff with impatience at yourself. âFuck. Sorry. I donât know⊠I donât know how to be nice to people I like.â
âItâs okay,â Eddie laughs, shifting on the brick wall until his shoulder rubs against it. He looks down at you like heâs seeing you for the very first time â glittering with the hope of finally getting close to you, of finally having something real.
âDonât laugh!â you argue. âIâm trying really hard here!â
âI know,â he murmurs lowly, leaning in until you can taste the nicotine on his breath. In a honeyed tone, he confesses, âItâs a good thing I like you mean, then, huh?â
Your heart lurches into your throat. He smirks when you freeze, and knocks his shoulder against yours when he heads back into the diner.
The game of cat and mouse continues.
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fuckboy!Eddie x fem!reader
summary: you and Eddie have been hooking up with each other for a while and have unknowingly been falling from each other. After overhearing him talking with his friends, youâre convinced that he only sees you as a hook up, but heâs more than willing to show you just how down bad he is for you.
based on a comment from this post!
cw: hurt/comfort
If anyone had asked if you liked Eddie Munson romantically, you would have easily said yes, gushing about how sweet he was despite his reputation for being an asshole. You told anyone who would listen. Everyone besides Eddie, that is. You had been afraid to tell him even though your romantic attraction to each other had only gotten stronger every time you hooked up.
You could tell he was becoming interested by the way your hook ups when he started out by kissing you instead of it all just being penetrative. With the way he held onto you gently as he slowly thrusted into you, nothing but encouraging words falling from his lips.
You and Eddie had also been hanging out outside of hooking up, catching a movie here and there or just cuddling in his bed to watch a tv show. You were falling for him fast and hard and this time, you didnât want to stop. You didnât want to run away like you usually did, but you still couldnât get yourself to mention it to him.
Eddie had invited you over to watch yet another movie and you accepted, finally deciding that you were going to tell him how you felt. Sure, you were terrified of rejection, but you were pretty confident that he felt the same way.
You opened the front door that Eddie unlocked for you, but stopped when you heard other voices. Just by listening, you could tell that it was the usual suspects since Eddie wasnât really close to anyone else. You were about to close the door and wait out their visit since you didnât want to intrude, but you stopped when you heard your name.
âWhat about y/n?â Jeff asked. Your ears perked up at that. What about you? Why had you even been brought up in the conversation? You were just one of Eddieâs many hook upâs, right?
âI donât know. Sheâs different.â That statement could have gone either way and you werenât sure which one he was going to be.
âDifferent how?â Gareth asked and you stepped closer to hear better.
âI canât explain it. Sex with her is justâŠdifferent.â Now he was talking about your sex life with his friends? How often did that happen? Thinking about it made your stomach churn.
âDifferent, huh? Falling for her already?â Doug teased and you watched Eddie shove him.
Maybe you were wrong and all of the nice things he said were just to get you back into bed with him. That did seem just like him. But maybe it didnât because you think you knew him well enough to know he wasnât that kind of guy, no matter what people said.
You went to shut the door, thinking that you had heard enough, but your foot got caught on the step leading into the house, causing you to fall into the foyer with a loud thud. All four pairs of eyes turned to you and Eddie was quick to rise up from the couch.
He rushed to you and helped you to your feet, making sure you were okay and didnât need any bandages. Once you brushed yourself off, you turned to leave, not wanting Eddie to see the tears that were welling up into your eyes.
You raced out the door and Eddie was hot on your heels, reaching out for you, but you were just out of reach. He called after you as you headed to your car and you stopped as you opened the car door.
âHey,â he said softly, reaching out to wipe away your tears, but you beat him to it. âWhatâs with all the tears, hm?â
âNothing, itâs nothing.â You turned away from him, staring at the driverâs seat, the idea of leaving sounding very inviting.
âItâs not nothing if youâre upset, darling.â The name that usually made your heart flutter now made your stomach feel sour. How dare he call you that after what he had said about you?
âDonât call me that,â you pointed at him before slamming the car door and standing in front of him. âYou donât have the right anymore since I overheard you talking with the guys.â Tears were welling up in your eyes again and now you werenât going to stop them.
Eddie honestly had idea what you were talking about. What had you thought you heard? He hadnât said anything that would have hurt your feelings. At least, he didnât think he did.
âWhat did I say?â He was desperate to know so he could fix it. Seeing you cry was like a stab to the heart and he really couldnât take it anymore. He wanted nothing more than you pull you into his arms and comfort you as long as you needed it.
âYou were going to tell Doug that you donât have feelings for me. Now if youâll excuse me,â you turned back to your car, but Eddie grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face him. He pulled you to his chest, his brown eyes turning into that honey color you admired.
âI was going to tell him that I have feelings for you.â So you were right. All of your suspicions had been correct and you had been upset for nothing. Now you were beginning to feel stupid.
âYou were?â Your lips parted and your eye widened in shock, still in disbelief.
âI was. Iâm in love you with.â Your mouth fell open at his words and then a wide grin broke out on your face as you threw your arms around his neck. For once in your life, your feelings were actually reciprocated.
âYou are?â Your words came out as a whisper but Eddie could hear you loud and clear.
âCompletely and totally,â he breathed, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. As soon as the words left his mouth, you pressed your lips to his, pulling him in for a kiss.
Eddie let out a gasp but quickly melted into you, moving his lips with yours. You smiled into the kiss and he couldnât help but smile as well, the both of you laughing into each otherâs mouths, your teeth clicking together.
âIn case it wasnât obvious, I love you too,â you told him, pressing another kiss to his lips.
âAnd thank god for that,â he replied, slotting his lisp between yours, that being one of many kisses to come.
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Hiii! I saw that ur requests are open so may I request an Umemiya x f!reader where Umemiya saves her from a gang that tried to invade the town, maybe she has a few cuts and bruises cause the gang already yk hit her and stuff then when Ume saved her he removed his uniform coat thing and puts it around her and carried her princess style to a safe area (maybe his house or her house or anywhere safe is fine)
Sorry if this is too specific⊠Iâve been so hooked to Wind Breaker that I read the manga too⊠and if you canât tell my fave character is Umemiyađ„čđ„° heâs just a sweetheart toođ
âËÊ đ± his little one (hajime umemiya x reader)â§ïŸđż
âż contains: fluff, comfort, soft and loving ume having the biggest crush on you, angry feral ume when see saw you got hurt - this man can do both lol âż a/n: aaaa umemiya is such a sweetie! i totally get why you love him, and the way he'd show you his love for you would be through protecting you with his life! i put my own little twist on it~ hope that's fine with you, cutie (àč'á”'àč)âž* have fun reading, thank you for this lovely request! âż wc: 850
you were hajime umemiya's beloved little plant shop darling, his favorite part of the town. he frequented your store whenever he needed new and fresh seeds, a chat and exchange of plant care tips here and there, and of course because he wanted to see you.Â
umemiya fell in love with you at first sight, and he'd been courting you for a while now. how could he not, you were just the kindest and sweetest little dewdrop that ever existed. he swore he would do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe.Â
"little one, look what i brought! i hope you're not allergic to flowe-" he pauses in his tracks, horrified to see your beloved plant store messy and ruined, plants and soil strewn everywhere, with scattered broken pieces of glass.
umemiya was fuming with anger. his smile quickly disappeared as he hurriedly went to find you.Â
there you were, sitting helplessly on the ground, sobbing. it shattered his heart into a million pieces to see you this way. "what happened?" speaking to you in a soft voice, he caressed your cheek with his fingers, wiping away the strewn tears on your face with his thumb. "who did this to you, little one?" he inspected the cuts and bruises from your arm when you tried to defend yourself and your plants from being destroyed, but to no avail.Â
the culprit was a street gang, one that attempted to cause war with furin. they heard from their sources that you were umemiya's special little seedling, one of the most important people in the world to him, and so they infiltrated the town to mess with him, messing with you being a part of their nasty plan.
little did they know, that was the biggest mistake of their lives.Â
umemiya had his speculations and saw some men running away, looking like they were attempting escape. he sprinted towards them in lightning speed, his feral instinct to protect you overtaking him, repeatedly hitting and stepping on the guys, bashing their skulls in with his knee.Â
"do you have any idea how much care and effort she puts into taking care of her shop and her plants?! you destroyed her dream." umemiya showed no signs of stopping, fists clashing against the guy's face. "what are you going to do about it now, huh? you made her cry, her beautiful smile is gone!" umemiya had never lost his composure like this. the thought of you getting hurt ruined him. he couldn't bear it.Â
luckily, hiragi and his team came running to umemiya, stopping him from possibly killing the gang members, and told him they'll take it from there, and that he should go check on you.Â
umemiya rushes back to your store and cradles you in his arms, comforting you and telling you that everything was going to be okay. you sobbed as he held you, umemiya taking off his furin coat and putting it around your shoulders. "i'm sorry, little one. i'm sorry that i couldn't protect what's important to you...but i'm glad i could at least protect what's important to me." he presses a kiss to your forehead.Â
"ume...did you get hurt anywhere?" you looked up at him with puppy eyes, it worried you to see that his knuckles were all scratched up from defending your honor.Â
"no worries! i'm fine, but you must be so scared, little one. there, there." he smoothens your hair with his hand and embraces you. "i'll come everyday and help you revive the shop, okay? i'm here now. i won't let anything bad happen to you anymore." he says to you.Â
"come now, let's get your wounds treated." umemiya scoops you up in his arms, as if you were as light as a feather. "speaking of treat...how about i also treat you to the world's most delicious omurice? maybe it'll put back that smile on your face." you nodded in agreement, umemiya carrying you all the way to pothos elicited some giggles and whistles from onlookers around the town who thought that you two were the cutest. umemiya was definitely not afraid to show everyone his affection for you, and your eyes were only on him too, your knight in shining armor.
and that's how you and umemiya found love amidst the chaos.  Â
ê€ bonus ê€
"oh, by the way, they're a little squished but, here!" he hands you the forgotten flowers, as you let out a giggle. he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, thinking to himself for the millionth time how beautiful your smile is. "i hope you like it, little one!"
"ume, i've been meaning to ask...why do you call me 'little one'?" you inquired, placing the flowers on your lap gently, while you took a spoonful of omurice that you shared with umemiya at the pothos cafĂ©, you two looking like little lovebirds only sharing one plate of food.Â
"hmm, because you're so little compared to me, and you're my one and only." he smiled happily as your cheeks slowly turned as red as his tomato plant.
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when youâre up in his bed, am I up in your head â âč
ellie williams x f!reader
youâve broken up on good terms, so why does Ellie feel so bitter about the guy whoâs trailing his hand down your side?
tw: not proofread, college!au, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, fluff, childhood friends to lovers to exes to lovers again, party scene but r&e donât drink (others do), jealous!ellie, rough makeup sex, oral/fingering (r receiving), spanking, kissing, grinding, car sex, a bit of exhibition, râs sexuality is left open (sheâs only ever dated Ellie), title is from Morgan wallen song
wc 2.3k
Ellie Williams. A name youâve whispered, laughed, cried. Itâs one youâve known for a long time. You went through all the seasons and stages with her. Winter, spring, summer, and fallâgood and the bad. No matter what, she was there. When you were crying, she would come overâclimbing up that same tree since forever ago to crawl through your window. Late night conversations, fingers brushing one another when you watched movies.
It really only started to change when you both got into high school. It was normal for be that way with each other until you started getting looks at school. Middle school, it was overlookedâbut when your other friends noticed how it carried over into high school, gossip started.
âAre you two together?â
âOh looking for her? Sheâs by her lockerââ
You corrected them, staying you were only friends. Despite that, their comments caused you to spiralâlook back on memories like you were in a Time Machine. Thereâs no way youâd like-like her though, sheâs just a good friend.
Next time you saw her though, it was awkwardâat least on your end. You brushed off her touches, fearing the looks from others and not wanting them to get the wrong idea. Ellie took notice immediately, looking up from her phone and staring at you.
âOkay, what the hell is going on with you.â
âNothing Els, just play the video.â
She rolled her eyes for theatrics and pulled the video up again on her phone to show you. That moment Ellie brushed it off as you just being moody, happens. But when it continued?
Ellie made it clear. Walking towards you and grabbing at your hand to pull you towards a quieter area of your school.
âEllieâ!â You finally pulled out of her grip, âthe fuck?â
âWe need to talk.â
âOkay?â
âWhyâre you acting like, shy around me? Like brushing me off and shit, itâs weird.â
âIâm not,â you say, crossing your arms.
âBullshit. Itâs because of those friends huh, thinking weâre together?â
Your heart stuttered in your chest, âwhat?â
âI overheard them talking that one time, Iâve also been getting comments, itâs not just you.â
You sit back on a bench, setting your backpack beside your feet. She doesnât move closer or further, keeping her ground where she standsâeyes looking down at you.
âDoes it make you uncomfortable orââ
âEllie,â you say, exhausted. The conversation came on in a flurry and itâs quickly overwhelming you.
âNo, Iâm being serious. Talk. Because really is it that bad? That they think thatâ? Or whatâ?â
âItâs not,â you whisper, eyes set on looking down at the concrete beneath you as you prep yourself for the conversation about to happen, âitâs the opposite, Ellie.â
Now itâs her turn to grow quiet.
âWhat?â
âDid you even hear me,â you laugh, but itâs humorless and soft, âI said, itâs the opposite. It wouldnât be bad.â
âThen why have you been avoiding me..?â
âBecause Ellie, I was afraid youâd think it was weird. I didnât want to loose the friendship we have.â
âYouâre not going to loose me, I promise.â
She walked over, converse coming into your view beside your feet. Your hands are almost shaky as you fidget with them, nerves running wild from how fast your hearts racing. This was new, strangeâbut exciting.
âCan you look at me,â she says, âplease.â
Not long after you do sheâs brushing your cheek, chest heaving air in a deep breath. Ellie brings her hand down, resting it on her thighâbut her eyes remain on yours. You gave her a watery smileâand it was weird. It elicited the same response in her as it always, but this time she realized what that reaction meant.
She liked you, like liked you liked you.
âOh fuck meâwill you be my girlfriend?â
And that was the day you began to date. The touches were bolder like light kisses when you would leave before class. She would hold you close to her during football games, a blanket strewn over your shoulders. Her cold hand was a comfortable touch, one you knew and lovedâuntil the day it was ripped from you.
High school came to an end, and college was around the corner. With the discussion of going to different colleges, came the discussion of staying togetherâor breaking up. Neither of you talked about it for a while, avoiding it as best as you can. It ate you up inside, so you hugged her tighterâbegged her to stay over more. And she did, until she couldnât.
The night before graduation she brought it up, laying beside you on your bed. You knew it would come, but when she mentioned breaking up with youâit felt like your heart was stabbed over a million times. Sharp pain in your chest as you listened to her talk. That night her touch felt colder than ever, even as she rubbed her thumb on the back of your hand.
You both cried, agreeing it was for the bestâbut it didnât feel as though it was. That next morning you woke up to an empty bed and a text that said, âsee you at graduation?â You cried the entire morning, heaving in the shower before you could even start getting ready.
You split then, hugging goodbye and moving to start packing to go to your college. It wasnât far, but it was a decent distance away from Ellieâs. You felt numb packing your stuff up, eyeing the few creative gifts she made for you when you dated. They were weird, but cute. You packed them, who knows whyâbut you did.
Now youâre a Junior in college and the semester had only just begun again. Youâve found a few friend groups, made great memories and decent grades. All was fine save for the fact that whenever you scrolled to Ellieâs contact you noticed she hasnât responded to your last message in a while. You slip your phone back in your pocket, sighingâthe action causing a cloud of air to appear in front of you due to the cold.
âHer again?â
You turn to your friend, eyeing you with his eyebrow raised. A funny sounding laugh escapes you, feet shifting and crunching on the leaves beneath you.
âSheâs just busy Iâm sure. Her major is more difficult than mine. Iâll hopefully see her again for Thanksgiving.â
âHad a feeling it was her. Just let it go, enjoy the night tonight.â
Right, you were going to a party. Stephan, the guy standing beside you, was about to drive you to the house it was being hosted at. Someone named Mich? Mike? Morgan? Whatever. Didnât really matter. The house was a decent drive, like an hourâbut he was wishing to see his special someone tonight, so you and a few others agreed to join.
It was themed, but for some reasonâthis timeâyou put in more effort than usual when getting ready. It was some pirate theme, so you and your friends felt a little silly walking around your campus looking like piratesâbut it soon would be worth it.
On the drive over, you checked your phone againâchest aching a little more seeing no message from her. Surely she wasnât ignoring you, or moving on? You had to stop thinking about it because the tears already started to pool in your eyes.
The drive went by fast, no traffic definitely helping. Most of the time you spent at the party was with your friends or outside sitting near the poolâpetting the dog. An hour later Stephan found you standing near the stars, eyes on your phone and sighed.
âStop it,â he says, pulling your phone down from your face, âI mean it. Just have a good time tonight, I hate seeing you so⊠down.â
âI appreciate it, I justââ
âNo not worth itââ
âNo, you donât get it. I just want to know, Iâm getting worried. Nobodies this busy, and if I meant something to her she wouldâve said something. I just want to know, should I call her?â
âNo,â he says, drawing out the o, âagain. Not worth it.â
Too late, you had dialed her number. Mightâve been a coincidence, but a soundâone very similarâplays just across the room from you. The moment was similar to a movie when you looked over and found her sitting there on the couch, eyes locked on you. Your mouth hung open, agape in shock.
âOh,â your friend states, feeling awkward under your friendâs gaze, âIâm gonna go.â
You donât even wait, steps intentional as you move towards her.
âCome with me,â is all she says before grabbing onto your arm and dragging you yet again.
A flashback almost played in your mind, the moment reminding you of when she did the same thing in high school.
âEllie,â you call, watching as she drags you outside and towards her car, âEllie!â
Once you reach her car, standing just to the side of it she lets you go. She looks out of breath, eyes dazed.
âEllie, are youâ?â
âCan I kiss you.â
You blink, breathing deeper when you fully comprehend what she just said. Sheâs standing before you now, actuallyâafter not hearing or seeing her for months. Her hair blowing in the cool wind, goosebumps visible on her arms from the low temperature. Thereâs nothing you wanted more than to kiss her. It was a blur, eyes closing as you near her and bring her into a kiss.
Her hands wrap around your waist, lips kissing yours in a way she never has before. It was sweet, passionateâbut aggressive, rough. Sheâs spinning you just to push you against the side of her car, hands sliding to rest on either side of you. You gasp from the action, and how cold her car feels against your back.
Her mouth is on your neck next, biting and smiling at the sounds you make. So easy, you were so easy to turn on. Youâre the same as sheâs always known, and it feels like home.
Her car lights shine for a second, hinting that she had reached for her keys and unlocked it. Wasnât long before you were laid out under her on the back seat, breaths hot against each other. Her body was between your legs, lying on top of yours. The feeling was incredible, and you kept pulling her closer if possibleâa hand on her back and another on her cheek.
She tasted sweet. Whenever she pulled back from kissing you, going to kiss on your jaw againâyouâd lick your lips to taste her.
âAhâ!â
She smiled against your neck. All she had done was grind her knee down on your cunt and you were a mess. She was different. Her hands were almost clawing into your skin, manhandling you into wherever you pleaded. Your mind was melted, far away and dazed as she slid your lower garments off.
âMissed this,â she whispers, kissing down your body until she was face to face with your dripping cunt. She mouths at your clit, licking up at it aggressively after.
âFuck,â she leans back, âwho the hell was that guy? The one talking with you?â
You were dazed but not that dazed. You look down at her, eyes blurry, âhuh?â
âDid he do it like I do?â
âEllie,â you gasp, fingers weaving in her hair and bringing her to kiss you, âEllie, heâs a friend. Heâs also gay.â
âOh,â she smiles, kissing you gently, ânevermind then.â
You laugh airly, the sound cutting off due to a moan when she licked you up again.
âFuck Elsâ!â
âMissed this taste,â she says as she also pushes a finger into you. You arch, despite it only being one finger, youâre moaning and tugging her hair.
She brings her finger out to lick it, moaning at the flavor before pushing the same one back inâthis time accompanied by two others.
âEllieâ! âS too much, oh shit.â
âYouâre soaked, oh myâfuck me.â
She brings her head back down to lick at your clit, fingers pushing in and out of you at a fast pace. Youâre squirming, huffs escaping you and filling the thin air in the car. Itâs embarrassing how much you missed her touch, and itâs even more embarrassing how quickly you come. One push of her fingers and a kiss on your clit, and youâre pushed over the edge.
âFuck! Ellie!â
âShh,â she sits up to kiss you, smiling when you moan at the taste of you on her lips, âthereâs people nearby.â
âI missed you,â you sigh, hugging her body close, not caring about how hot you may feel.
âI missed you more.â
âJust.. why you been ignoring me?â
She pulls her phone out her back pocket, âit doesnât work.â
Itâs like her screens frozenâit doesnât let her do anything but turn the Lock Screen on.
âEllie what.â
âI donât have the funds to repair it.â
âI shouldâve known itâd be something as stupid as this.â
âIt fell out when I was skateboarding to my class, been weird since.â
You brush her hair back, âI really missed you. Tell me why we broke up.â
âI donât know,â she says, moving to hover over your face, âthat was the stupidest fucking decision Iâve ever made, youâre too amazing,â she says before sealing you with a kiss.
âBe mine? Again?â
âI fear I have been since forever.â
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movie night | s.c. ft b.c.
summary: after a rough day all you wanted was a movie night with your favorite boys, but when they forget it feels like youâre world is crumbling.
wc: 2.1k
warnings: hurt/comfort, fem!reader, gendered terms of endearment (sweet girl, baby girl, etc.), crying, meltdown.
a/n: i kinda got lost in the sauce w this one but week three wooo!!! donât forget to check out @straykeedz versions!!! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3
(i tense switch alot during this, i wrote it half asleep most of the time, iâll edit it eventually lmao)
my library | beeâs vers | bee | binnie month | fundraiser
(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)
you were having a terrible day, nothing was going right and the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down was the movie night you had planned with your boyfriends.
8 oâclock came and you were all set up in your living room with snacks, blankets and of course wolf chan and dwaekki. you were sat on the couch, barely containing your excitement for the night ahead.
but then 8:15 came and you were still sat there alone, and then 8:20 you decided to send them a gentle reminder.
from sweet girl <3:
hi my loves, iâm all set up for movie night whenever you guys are ready đ€
but 8:30 rolled around and then 9:00 and by that point you had sent several texts
from sweet girl <3:
iâm assuming you guys are still at the studio, just let me know when youâre on your way! love you guys đ€
itâs getting kinda late, i hope everythingâs okay, love you both very much đ€đ€
i hope everythingâs okay, but itâs getting late so iâm heading to bed, we can do movie night another night, goodnight my loves
now itâs 10:00, you had a terrible day and now the one thing you were looking forward to fell through, you were defeated. at your last texts you moped into your room needing nothing more than your warm bed and comfort movie.
luckily you had already put the snacks away after an hour of waiting realizing they probably forgot. once cozy in bed, you put monsters inc on your tv and pulled the two stuffies to your chest.
it was at this point the realization of what happened hit and you couldnât stop the breakdown that followed. tears streaming down your face, breathing terribly uneven, and incoherent words falling from your mouth.
âthey- they forgot about me.â you whimpered, hugging the plushies impossibly closer to you. the hoodie from changbin that usually helps calm you down, was now just a painful reminder of the two missing people.
you ripped the article of clothing off in an attempt to calm yourself, throwing it across the room. you settled back into the soft mattress, placing the gray and pink plushes to the side, opting for your soft blanket to calm yourself.
luckily after a few minutes your comfort movie had worked itâs magic and you felt yourself relax enough to finally fall into dreamland, tears drying against your skin as you slept.
unbeknownst to you, your boys were scrambling 15 minutes away in the studio. the producers had a habit of locking up their phones during their working hours to limit distractions but unfortunately that caused them to also forget about the plans they made with their favorite girl.
âoh fuck, hyung we gotta go, like now.â changbin shot up out of his chair once he realized the time. they were supposed to be at your apartment 2 hours ago to start movie night. âhuh? what, what happened, whatâs wrong?â trying to figure out what couldâve pulled such a reaction from the younger boy.
âlook at the time,â he points to the time to emphasize his statement. âoh fuck,â the older of the twoâs eyes goes as wide a saucers, whipping his head to the former. âwe were supposed to be there 2 hours ago.â bin nods his head before moving to shut everything down.
âokay, okay, relax bin, let me save everything, you pack everything up then we can leave, okay?â changbin nods, realizing heâs right, this will all be completely in vain if they lost everything they were working on.
in the midst of gathering their items, changbin finally looks at his phone where he finds all the messages you sent, the last one being sent 15 minutes ago. he quickly texts out a response, hoping you hadnât fallen asleep yet.
from binbin <3:
princess weâre so so sorry, we got caught up in work, weâre packing and heading to you now. we love you so so much baby. đ©·đ©·
he puts his nail in his mouth, gnawing on it anxiously as his leg shakes. after saving all the files and shutting everything down, chan turns back to find a very anxious changbin staring at his phone.
he makes his way next to him, placing his hand on the shaking leg. âhey, whatâs going on?â he asks gently. changbin looks up, unshed tears line his soft eyes. âshe texted us 11 times.â his breathes, shaking his head, showing him the phone screen.
âand we ignored every single one of them. what if she was hurt? what if something happened? we wouldâve never knownâ he rambles, sending himself further into a spiral.
âhey, hey,â he gently grabs the youngerâs cheek, âsheâs safe, sheâs home in bed asleep,â his thumb slowly stroking his cheek, soothing the anxious man. âweâre going to her now, everything will be okay, okay?â bin nods his head, closing his eyes, letting a stray tear or two run down his cheek.
chan wipes the tears before placing a soft, loving kiss to his temple. âokay, letâs go see our girl.â chan smiles, grabbing his hand pulling him up with him.
once they made it to your apartment (not without breaking a few traffic laws), they let themselves in with the spare key you made them. quickly discarding their shoes, practically running to your room but not without missing the wrapped up snacks in your kitchen or the discarded blanket pile on your couch.
changbin pauses, guilt clutching his heart as he sees your discarded preparations. âcome on.â chan quietly ushers, pointing to your room with a quick movement of his head. bin is quick to follow, needing to see you as soon as possible.
chan opens your door, finding a sleeping lump in the middle of your bed and none other than monsters inc playing softly on the screen. that alone told them everything they needed to know but then the thrown hoodie on the floor and two plushies laying next to you instead of clutched to your chest?
they knew they messed up, big time. bin went to rush to you, to wake you up and apologize profusely but chan stops him. âhold on, you might scare her.â bin nods understanding that even though he means well, you were in a very fragile mental state.
the older man carefully sits on the side of your bed, placing a hand to your shoulder. it was only then did he catch a glimpse of the tears stains dried to your chubby cheeks. his breath hitches, causing changbin to look after, catching sight of the same thing, his eyes filling with tears once more.
chan holds out his hand to give him a quick squeeze and a kiss before turning back to the problem at hand. he lays his chin on your shoulder, softly rubbing your arm to coax you awake.
âsweet girl,â he whispers, placing kisses to your shoulder, trying to wake you up as softly as possible. âwake up baby girl.â you slowly come back to consciousness, realizing that there was someone touching you.
you would have been scared if you didnât recognize the familiar aussie voice. chan sits back as he feels you stir, bin coming to sit beside him, placing a hand to your thigh.. you turn to find your boys looking at you with the softest eyes youâve ever seen.
you feel the familiar sting behind your eyes but you quickly rub your eyes, masking your tears. âhiâ your voice quiet, sleep lacing your voice. âhi sweetheart.â the aussie coos, âhi bunny.â bin whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs soothing him you.
âweâre sorry baby, we completely lost track of time, and we put our phones away so we didnât see you texted, weâre just- really sorry bubba.â you nod, willing your tears away before you spoke.
âitâs okay, i understand.â you say lowly, fidgeting with the soft material to keep your composure. but try as you might the two boys knew you all too well.
âno itâs not,â bin finally speaks, causing you to catch a glimpse of him. two streaks shine on his soft cheeks against the glow of the tv, caught your eye. you sit up, moving chan, attempting to reach changbin.
âitâs not okay, we knew we had plans with you today, and not only did we miss it, we ignored you-â you cut him off with a kiss, your hand coming to wipe the wet streaks away. you pull away, your own tears making their way down your chubby cheeks.
âi am upset, but iâm not mad. i just had a bad day and this was the one thing i was looking forward to and it was just the final straw.â pause, sniffling as chan grabs the hand still in your lap.
âi was inconsolable and your hoodie and the stuffies just felt like a reminder of my bad day.â you look down, your hand falling from the soft manâs cheek to your lap, where he grabs your hand. you hear a sniffle, cause your head to shoot up where you find them both with wet streaks on their cheeks.
your lip wobbles as you see your boys upset, you shake your head frantically. before you can even open your mouth, chan shakes his head before moving behind you, pulling you to his chest. binnie moves to sit in chanâs previous position, placing a soothing hand on your thigh.
âdo not apologize, you did nothing wrong, us being upset or missing movie night is not your fault, nor is it your problem to fix.â he whispers in your ear, rubbing your soft tummy. your lip wobbles again, dropping your head into your hands as you sob.
bin moves to wrap his arms around you, bringing you to him as best he could with you against chan. they knew you were upset and the best thing for you was to let you cry it out as heart wrenching as your sobs are.
they just hold you as you calm down, binnie rubbing your back, placing kisses to your temple. chan rubbing your tummy, placing kisses to your shoulder.
you pull away once you feel calm enough, wiping your tears as you sniffle. âthank you, both of you, i love you both more than you know.â you give bin a kiss first before turning around as best you could, doing the same to chan.
âcome on, letâs get you to sleep, weâll talk more in the morning, sweet girl, okay?â he pats your tummy, waiting for you to nod your head before moving the blankets to give you space in the middle of the bed. you carefully move over, shivering as you land on the cold side of the mattress.
both boys get up, chan rounding the bed to get to the other side while binnie goes to grab his discarded hoodie. he makes it back to your side as chan sits on the edge of the bed.
âsit it up for me quick bunny. â he says, kneeling on the bed, scrunching the fabric. you sit up, lifting your arms so he can slip the familiar fabric over your head. once you slide your hands through the sleeves, the hood covering a part of your face.
you give him a cheesy smile before shooting out to wrap your arms around him. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing a big kiss to your hood covered head. âmwah!â he plops down next to me, getting comfy under the blankets.
you adjust the hoodie a bit before leaning against the plush pillows. chan lifts up the two stuffies, placing them to your chest, wrapping your arm around them. you smile once again, rolling over to place a big kiss on his cheek.
once you settle back into the bed, they both wrap their arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. âgood night bubba, we love you,â chan whispers in your ear before placing a loving kiss to your soft cheek. âso so much bunny.â binnie finishes, placing a kiss to your other cheek.
you melt right into their arms. you get comfortable, turning on your side to face binnie, laying your head on his chest, grabbing chanâs arm to stay around you. âi love you both too, more than you know.â you mumble, placing a kiss to binâs pec and chanâs hand.
you all melt into each other, relaxing slowly as sleep welcomes you, the soft sounds of monsters inc playing as you all lay peacefully in each otherâs arms.
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