#but the flashbacks got owwy

[nym-wibbly]

My Bonds in Thee by Nym on AO3 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Additional Tags: Second Kiss, First Time, Character Study, Flashbacks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Series 2, Hell is Terrible, Heaven is Terrible, Ineffable Idiots, Ducks, Lack of Communication, different exactlys Chapters: 19/? Summary: Aziraphale comes back. Their love was never in doubt but they still have different exactlys.

1839. London. The Hesperus Club. A demon, broken and bleeding, hunches naked on the tiled floor. His knees beneath his chin, arms wrapped around his legs, he'd succeed at making himself appear small if not for his wings. They're magnificent, as wings go—black, broad—but they're not currently obeying the demon's will and they've seen better days. They droop weakly behind him, spreading across the wet floor like spilt ink, pulling against his visceral need to curl into a ball and vanish into stillness. An angel kneels behind him, slowly scooping water from the bathing pool with the cup of his hand; patiently pouring it over the demon's wounds. Blood and water mingle, pooling over the moss-green tiles and trickling towards the brass-lattice drains. Towards the pool, where the water slowly darkens to rusty brown. "Crowley," the angel prompts when the demon begins to crumple, ready to join his useless wings in a boneless sprawl across the floor—something fit for a gothic painter or the pen of a tortured poet. At the angel's voice, Crowley stops himself falling (but he's always falling; a raging star plunging in cold fire across the heavens towards bottomless destruction). With such effort, he holds himself still. Allows the angel to wash the neglect from his wounds and then, when the wounds are raw enough to begin healing, to gather up one raven wing at a time in careful, angelic hands, folding Crowley like the limp bellows of a broken accordion. Hissing with pain—and it is a hiss, fork-tongued, instinctive, and warning—Crowley tugs his right wing from the angel's grasp and sits up a little straighter. With more of an effort, he folds both wings against his back. Brittle feathers break quietly against the ground. "Oh, but they're filthy, my dear. Let me—" "Someone'll come in here. They'll see." Crowley glances towards the doors. He's suddenly alert enough, present enough, to know that time has passed since he came to this place, and that it's a human place. His wings shrug themselves unthinkingly into some other sliver of reality, safely out of sight, exposing more bloody sores on his flanks for the angel's fussing hands to tend. Water and prayers, wasted on him. "No one will come," soothes the angel (but his voice shakes, too angry and hurt to soothe anyone). "No one will see. You're safe now. I promise." Crowley nods automatically. Safe. Yes. Safe from the humans, anyway. The angel's made sure of that. "Thank you." He grits his teeth when the angel tips water over a crusted gash beneath his ribs, refusing to make another sound. "Don't mention it, my dear." The saddest part is, the angel really, really means that.

[babyjakes]

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key | agere - sfw regression | a - angst | ddlg - sexual ddlg | f - fluff | h/c - hurt/comfort | mf - medfet elements | n - non/dubcon or dark elements | s - smut |

fics.

always safe with me | h/c | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | on your first night over at chris’s house, an unexpected thunderstorm hits, sending you into a complete panic. luckily, you’ve got the world’s softest boyfriend in the bed beside you to help you through make it through the night.

better than the books | s | ceo!chris evans x assistant!reader | after finding out his favorite assistant has been writing filthy smut about him for years, your boss, chris evans, decides to make your dirtiest fantasies come true.

don't make me watch | h/c | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | when a simple incident in the kitchen throws you into a fit of flashbacks, chris is right there by your side to help you come back down from the panic.

first touch [part one] [part two] | s | boyfriend!chris evans x innocent!reader | despite having dated for some time, you and chris haven’t gotten any further than kissing. when he finally decides to step things up a notch, he knows this is your first time with pretty much everything and does his best to make it extra special.

gotta have you, all of you | s, ddlg | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | when you finally give chris permission to take you in any way he wants, you’re in for a new world of experiences, along with a new mandatory title for your lover.

i'll always come find you | h/c | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | chris helps you through a flashback during sex.

it's only ever you | a | cheater!chris evans x reader | after chris does the unthinkable and cheats on you, your deepest insecurities of not being good enough for him bubble over as the two of you try to mend your broken relationship

just wanted to help | h/c, agere | daddy!chris evans x little!reader | chris finds out you’re worried he’s upset with you after you cut your hand doing the dishes to try to please him.

must be fate [part one] [part two] | a, h/c | chris evans x internet friend!reader | after unexpectedly connecting online with chris evans, you experience an even greater miracle by running into him at your favorite local cafe. though your life has been difficult lately, chris seems to know all the right things to say to get you feeling (at least a little bit) better.

something different, something new | s | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | chris (gladly) helps you squirt for the first time.

tear-jerker | a, f, h/c | whumptember 2022 | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | prompt: sad movie

to pull you out of the darkness | h/c | boyfriend!chris x reader | after being violently mugged, you call your boyfriend chris, but the trauma you endured makes it hard to trust him once he’s shown up. knowing that more than anything you just need to be held and comforted, chris takes his time with you, determined to prove to you that it’s really, truly him.

wake up so i can love you right | a | ex!chris evans x reader | when a tragic car accident puts you in a coma shortly after chris breaks up with you, he finds himself crying at your bedside, telling you all the things he wishes he would have before your life was put on the line.

blurbs.

a dark fantasy | s | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | chris helps you play out a darker scene than usual in the bedroom.

come let me hold you | h/c | dom!chris evans x sub!reader | after a particularly intense bedroom session, chris has a lot of comforting to do to get you back to feeling safe and happy with him.

hiding from the sting | h/c, agere | daddy!chris evans x little!reader | chris patches you up after you hide your owwy from him.

in, and out | h/c, agere | daddy!chris evans x little!reader | chris helps you calm down during a panic attack.

no itching | h/c, agere | daddy!chris evans x little!reader | chris helps you keep your mind off a nagging rash.

one step at a time | h/c | friend!chris evans x reader | chris helps you calm down when you get anxious at a party.

perfect little things | f | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | you’re embarrassed to share with chris that you were planning on (once again) watching through all the harry potter movies. luckily, he’s more than happy to join you, as well as remind you how absolutely adorable your love for the series makes you.

ruined innocence | s, ddlg, n | dark!daddy!chris evans x innocent!little!reader | chris forces you to have your first orgasm.

scratchy | f, ddlg | mustache!daddy!chris evans x little!reader | when your daddy has to shave his beloved beard for a new role, you and your favorite stuffed friend have a little too much fun with his new look.

sweetest girl in the world | h/c | boyfriend!chris evans x reader | when chris told you guests would be coming over for dinner, you did your best to hide your anxiety. but when the time comes for them to actually arrive, you can’t help but let your nervousness bubble over.

the morning after | h/c | boyfriend!chris x reader | you’re sore after your first time with chris.

too many to name | f, agere | daddy!chris evans x little!reader | chris loves cheering you on in everything you do, even just sitting on his lap and playing your favorite game while he watches.

wantin' this all day | h/c | boyfriend!chris x college student!reader | after a long day of studying, chris decides it’s time for you to take a break and unwind, and there couldn’t be a better place to do that than right in his arms.

headcanons.

whumptember 2022 | scraped knee | yelling | afraid of flying

kinktober 2022 | anal play

other | tummy ache

[justsomebucky]

Finding Closure (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

You were completely put off by the sight in front of you.

What right did he have to glare at you like that? Anger coursed through your system, and you wanted nothing more than to go over there and point out to everyone in the restaurant exactly why Bucky Barnes was the biggest douchebag in town.

“Whoa, easy there killer.”

Darcy moved to stand beside you, her eyes following your line of sight right to Bucky.

He had the decency to turn around and pretend he didn’t notice you. If only he’d offered the same courtesy to you all those years ago, back when you first laid eyes on him.

“Okay, who is Mr. Long Hair, and why are you trying to murder him with your eyeballs?” she asked, pulling on your sleeve to get attention.

“It’s no one,” you muttered, turning away. “Are you done yet? Can we go?”

“Ah, I see what this is.” Darcy gave you a knowing grin. “Did you guys bone in the back of a Chevy on Makeout Point or whatever happens to rural kids in crappy teen movies?”

“Can we please just-“

“No, I wanna know! Come on! It’ll be therapeutic! Did you pull on that long hair of his and-”

“Darcy, please. I don’t want to stay here anymore. It’s been a horrible day…can we go?”

“I will absolutely leave this place if you sit down and explain to me why you hate that dude.”

You stared at her for a second, but her expression told you she was serious. She was being such a pain in the ass right now.

“Fine.” You leaned forward so that you could lower your voice a little. “His name is James Buchanan Barnes, but everyone calls him Bucky. He’s…that man is my ex-boyfriend.”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “I gathered that from the instant fury in your eyes.” She leaned over, too. “So how did he wrong ya, ma’am?”

“We do not talk like that here,” you muttered, glancing back up as Bucky slid off the bar stool and made his way over to the two women playing pool.

Great.

“Anyways, he and I started dating in high school.”

“I gathered that.”

“Can you not interrupt, please? It’s hard enough to talk about.”

Her eyes widened. “Sorry.”

You let out a sigh, rubbing your forehead a little. “I’m sorry for snapping, I just…” Your eyes flickered over to where Bucky was now playing pool and showing off a little for what was now a small crowd of women.

Whatever.

“You know how you always make fun of me for being reluctant to date or trust guys or open up to people? Well, he’s the reason why.”

“If he hurt you…” Darcy gave you a look.

“Oh, no, never,” you assured her, shaking your head. “He never physically hurt me, just emotionally. In fact, it wasn’t all one-sided. We just…we ended things badly. We both messed up.”

She listened quietly as you told your story for the first time.

It was so cliché; Bucky was your first love and your first real heartbreak, all within a matter of a few years.

You started seeing him when he was a junior and you were a sophomore. Around here, that wasn’t abnormal at all. In fact, it was much cooler to be dating an older guy, though that wasn’t what attracted you to him.

No, the first time you laid eyes on Bucky, he was pulling his long hair up in a bun and grinning at a couple of girls in the hallway. His blue-grey eyes sparkled, and his jawline had the lightest bit of stubble, and you knew right then you were a goner.

You didn’t think he would notice you, a lowly tenth-grader, but as you passed him that day, you somehow managed to catch his attention. His eyes locked on yours, and they stayed on you until you walked into your Home Ec classroom, not far from where he stood.

The whole period was a waste. You not only didn’t want to be there, but all you could do was think of him. What was his name? Was he single? Did he only stare at you because of something on your face?

Lucky for you, he was waiting for you outside the door when the bell rang, and he most definitely was interested.

The two of you started spending most of your time together, sometimes including each other’s friends, too. The one place Bucky never asked you to be is home with your father. After you’d told him your life story, he swore that he would protect you from your father, that you’d always have a safe place with him.

It seemed too good to be true at the time. No one falls in love that young. No one makes plans for the rest of their lives with someone at that age. It was practically unheard of in this generation, and all your friends told you so.

You didn’t listen. You never listened.

When the time came for Bucky to graduate, you thought you were going to die, in that melodramatic teenager way. Everything was up in the air with him…would he stay? Would he head off to college, forcing you to have a long-distance relationship?

It was up to him, and you made that very clear. You told him you’d support his decision, that you didn’t want him to regret something or hold it against you.

In the end, Bucky decided he would stay and wait for you, something that still puzzled you to this day, mostly because of how everything ended.

Things got worse at home, with your father being mostly incapable of taking care of himself, and you began to spend more time with Bucky during the summer before your senior year. Eventually, Bucky got his own little one-bedroom apartment in town, and you started spending the night, too.

You lost your virginity to him on the fourth of July, after Steve’s birthday party. The night had been so amazing, filled with fun and excitement. Fireworks lit up the night sky, and somehow you and Bucky started your own little fireworks in the back of his truck.

After that night, your relationship got really intense. You grew even more attached to him, if that was even possible.

Bucky began to worry more, and the added stress manifested itself in new ways.

He still didn’t want you going back to your house where your drunken father was. He also didn’t think it was good for you to be spending so much time with him, either.

Instead, Bucky started taking on more hours at the garage his uncle owned, fixing cars at all hours of the night and making a crap ton of money doing so. He was saving up, he told you, so that the two of you could have a house someday.

Personally, you were more in love than ever your senior year.

You didn’t notice anything bad happening, not even Bucky’s long hours away from you, because you were busy, too. Your rose-colored glasses were constantly on your face, blocking the truth from your eyes.

While everyone else was worried about homecoming and prom, you were more concerned about what you wanted to do with your life.

You applied to local colleges and universities, hoping for a scholarship, but there weren’t many places nearby that had a lot to offer someone who was good with math and data. Nursing, agriculture, teaching…these were the sorts of majors that offered the big time scholarships.

After winter break, things began to get worse, as deadlines were looming and decisions needed to be made.

Bucky informed you he finally had enough for a down-payment on a house.

You mentioned that you wanted an education.

He reminded you he stayed behind for you, as if you could forget.

You told him you didn’t want to be unable to help support a household.

He said there was nothing like what you wanted here.

You argued that you could look into being a teacher.

The two of you reached an impasse, and decided to talk about it some more later.

Right up until May, you went through the motions of your relationship, ignoring all the what-ifs until you absolutely had to deal with them. It was just easier that way, or so you thought at the time. Between that, problems at home, and trying to pass your finals, you were exhausted.

Still, you never expected what might have been obvious to anyone else.

The night before your own graduation, you decided you were going to ask Bucky to move away with you. You’d ask him after the ceremony was over. What did you have to keep you here besides him, anyways?

If he was willing to spend the money he saved on a house in a different town, a different state even, the two of you could get away from all of this and make a new start together.

Even now you considered that night to be one of your favorite memories, though it was marred by what happened later on. Bucky made love to you, telling you all the ways he cherished you, and you slept in each other’s arms all night. He had breakfast waiting that morning, and gave you a kiss, saying he’d be there at your graduation that night.

When you crossed the stage in your cap and gown to receive your diploma, the first face you saw was Bucky’s as he sat in the front row and whistled. He was the only one there for you that night; your dad couldn’t be bothered to show.

You gave your valedictorian speech, everyone threw their caps in the air, and just like that, high school was over.

Apparently, so was your relationship.

He came up to you, looking somber and holding a bouquet of flowers with a little note tucked inside.

As soon as you saw him, you turned and threw your arms around his neck with a happy squeal. His arms tightened around you, and you felt his breath tickle your ear as he spoke.

“Congratulations, graduate.”

You let go of him and accepted the flowers, leaning your head to smell one of the beautiful roses. You tucked the note in your pocket for later. “Thank you! I’m so glad it’s finally over.”

He was being uncharacteristically quiet. When your eyes met his again, you knew that he was going to say something you either were going to be thrilled with or didn’t want to hear. The look in his eyes…

“Bucky, what? Just say it.” Your grip tightened on the bouquet as you braced yourself.

He put his hands in his pockets, but kept his eyes on you. “I bought the garage this morning.”

You frowned at him. “Your uncle’s garage? Why? I thought you were saving that money for our house?”

“It’s a good investment, since I don’t have a college education.”

“I don’t understand…I thought you wanted to live together? To start our lives together?”

Bucky nodded. “I do. We weren’t really moving on any decisions, so I made one.”

“Without me?” You were stunned. This was too big a decision to make on his own.

“I thought you’d be happy, Doll. I finally got something solid for us?” His blue eyes were full of confusion.

Was he really that dense?

“You made a decision for you, Bucky,” you replied, trying to keep it together. “I never said that’s what I wanted.”

“You never said much of anything, though. You went back and forth on everything. I thought maybe if you saw I had put in a real effort…” He shook his head. “Clearly you never wanted to be with a mechanic loser like me in the end. I’ll never be enough.”

“That’s not – don’t be ridiculous!” you exclaimed. Your hand holding the flowers dropped to your side. “I told you I would support your decision to stay another year, and I did. But for the last year, Bucky, all you’ve been talking about is buying a house! I thought you wanted one with me, I thought we would move away together!”

“It’s too late, Doll. I bought the garage,” he said, reaching for you and cringing when you pulled away. “I dumped all my savings into it. I know I won’t be able to sell it that fast now.”

“I can’t believe you did this,” you said softly, staring at him. “I was going to tell you tonight, that I wanted to move away with you. I can’t stay here. I have to get out of this town, Bucky, and away from my father. I can’t-“

When your voice caught, you let out a sob, covering your mouth with your free hand.

This was really happening. All your plans, your hopes for the future, they were all pointless now.

Bucky cleared his throat, blinking rapidly. “I bought the garage, and I guess that means I’m staying here. I think…I think you should go live your life somewhere else, and get out of this shithole. You deserve better than this.”

His words felt like a knife cutting into your chest, leaving you straining for air. “It’s over?”

“It’s over,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I’m s-“

You shoved the flowers back against his chest, turned, and ran as fast as you could away from him.

You ran all the way to Brooklyn, to be exact.

“That sonofabitch,” Darcy snarled, glancing over her shoulder at Bucky. “I’ve had just enough margaritas to give him a piece of my mind.”

“Don’t, Darce, please, it’s not worth it. We just…we screwed up, didn’t communicate. We had different plans.”

“He broke your heart! I think you deserve a better explanation than that!”

“Judging by the looks he’s giving me, I think I did a number on him, too. And he did write me a note that was in the flowers, but I never bothered to open it. I was too upset to look at it, so I shoved it in a box in my bedroom.”

“Ha! Well, we need to find that box when we go there tomorrow.”

You made a face. “That’s assuming that my father didn’t pawn my stuff for booze money and toss the rest in the trash.”

Bucky wasn’t playing pool anymore. He was back over at the bar, talking to a very tall, very familiar looking person who happened to be your only other friend in the world.

Steve Rogers was here.

It was like high school’s greatest hits; fate was throwing everything in your face at once.

The sight of Steve made your heart ache for simpler times, like when the three of you would sit in the back of Bucky’s pickup truck and listen to music, or go out to a movie.

He looked over just then, his blue eyes widening at the sight of you. Steve said something to Bucky, who nodded once and returned to his beer.

In no time at all, Steve was in front of you, scooping you out of your seat for the biggest bear hug anyone could ever want.

“It’s been a long time, stranger.”

You gripped him back just as tightly, burying your face in his shoulder. “I know.”

“Whoa, who the hell is this guy?”

Leave it to Darcy to break the mood. Steve let you go, and you pulled away to introduce your roommate.

“Steve, this is Darcy Lewis, she lives with me in Brooklyn. Darcy, this is Steve Rogers, and he is my only other friend on this planet.”

“Some friend,” he scoffed, smiling at you to let you know he was kidding. His eyes flitted to Darcy’s. “She hasn’t spoken to me in a long time.”

“With good reason,” you protested, nodding your head at the bar.

“Ah, yeah, well…” Steve rubbed the back of his neck for a second, then his eyes softened. “I’m sorry about your father.”

“Me too.”

“I wanted to text you, but I wasn’t sure if you were okay to talk about it. I guess that’s why you’re back?”

“Well it’s not to have beers at this place.”

“Hey, I happen to own this place.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Steve. You bought this place?”

“Uh huh. Old man Jet was gonna let some guy buy it and make it into a parking lot, but we had so many good times here…I just didn’t want the people still around here to be without someplace to hang out and make their own memories.”

You watched his face as he looked around the restaurant proudly, and you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. In all your efforts to forget this place, you’d forgotten that loads of good people loved it here. “It’s great, Stevie, really. I like the name, too.”

Steve grinned at you, then gestured to your table and all the food you’d had. “I’m a sucker for a beautiful woman giving me compliments. On the house, all of it!”

“In that case, I’m going to get another drink,” Darcy declared.

“Just make sure that’s all it is,” you called to her retreating form.

“She’s quite a woman,” Steve remarked, looking over his shoulder at Darcy. “I don’t know how you can handle someone like that. Makes me glad I married Peggy. Is everyone like that in New York?”

You were about to reply, but Bucky chose that exact moment to glance over at the two of you with a frown on his face.

Steve noticed too, turning back to you to try to change the subject. “I’m happy to see you, anyways, Y/N. I wish you would have called first, we could have planned something.”

“Thanks, Steve, but I really hadn’t intended on staying long enough to be noticed. It was supposed to be in and out, except for my meeting with Sam Wilson tomorrow. He’s handling the estate.” You paused, glancing back at Bucky. “Besides, it looks like there’s at least one person here not happy to see me.”

“It’s just unexpected after all this time, Y/N…”

“No, that’s not it. This town is too small for my visit to be unexpected. Everyone knows my father passed away. Everyone knows the funeral was today. No, Bucky, he- he wanted me to leave and never come back. He didn’t want me to be here anymore so he didn’t have to feel guilty about what happened.”

“Should he, though?” he raised an eyebrow at you. “He was trying to do what he thought would be good for you both.”

“Without asking me first, Steve! You know what they say about good intentions.”

Steve sighed. “Look, you’re both my friends, I don’t want to get into this.”

“No, let’s discuss it, Steve, right here. What’s he been doing with his life?”

He cleared his throat. “He still runs that garage.”

You waited for more, a little surprised when he didn’t say anything else. “That’s it? No wife? No kids?”

“No. He has the garage and that’s been his focus for the last three years now.”

“That’s all?”

“Yep. He’s pretty well off, though, a self-made man. And honestly, Y/N, he’s probably just wondering why you bothered to come back for the funeral. He knew about you and your father, remember?”

Well that didn’t make any sense at all.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t catch Darcy in time before she walked up to Bucky and opened her big fat mouth.

“Oh, damn,” you muttered, moving past Steve to try and reach your roommate before she did or said anything stupid.

“And who the hell are you?” Bucky was glaring, but his voice didn’t sound all that harsh.

“I’m Y/N’s best friend and I have a few questions for you. First of all, how dare you?” Darcy was right up in his face now.

You didn’t want to be this close to him, but something had to be done. “Darce, come on, it’s not worth it, we need to g-“

“No,” she cried out, jabbing a finger into Bucky’s chest. “He’s got some ‘splainin’ to do, and not in a cute Lucy way.” She stared at him with wild eyes. “You broke her. She doesn’t work right anymore!”

“Darcy, please!” You looked over your shoulder to see Steve coming to the rescue. “Stop…”

Steve moved to put his arm around her shoulders. “Come on, Darcy, I’ll get you another drink, made special just for you.” He mouthed the words ‘no alcohol’ to you as he led her away from Bucky. She was more than happy to go with your handsome blond friend, her protest against your ex-boyfriend all but forgotten.

Unfortunately, that left you standing in front of him, blinking with your mouth open, as awkward as could be.

His blue-grey eyes stared back at you, his expression unreadable for a brief moment before he looked away. Bucky reached into his wallet and threw down a couple of bills before standing. “I’m out of here.”

You were left feeling like that teenager who just graduated all over again.

It still hurt. God, you didn’t realize how much you missed his stupid face until tonight.

He couldn’t even be civil with you, that’s how much he didn’t want you in his life.

“No, you stay,” you told him, moving to block his exit as you tried to steady your breathing. “I’ll leave. That’s what you always wanted, right?”

It wasn’t fair and you knew it, but you weren’t feeling particularly rational tonight.

You turned on your heel, reaching for Darcy’s arm as you passed her and Steve. “Thank you for everything, Steve. I’ll text you sometime.”

Darcy didn’t even protest as you dragged her out of the restaurant and to your waiting rental car.

“Don’t trip,” you told her, holding the car door open as she hobbled inside.

“Why, cause it’s shlippy?” she slurred.

You chose to ignore that.

She didn’t speak again until you were both safely in your hotel room, where she wrapped her arms around you and apologized.

You barely slept that night.

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