Hii I love your fanfics of eric. I can't stop reading them over and over again. I was wondering if you could make a request of the reader being four younger sisters. Who follows his footsteps and joins Dauntless. She became one of the top fives with Tris, and Peter hates it that is losing by a 5 "1" girl and her friend (I am 5'1') so he attacked them with his friends. Four and Eric come to their aid. After that the reader has nightmares and the reader seek out four but she found eric instead and he helps her feeling safe again.
Here in My Arms
Eric x Reader
Masterlist Request
warning: fighting, attempted murder, angst, mentions of nightmares, mostly based off the books, injury, dissociation, doubt, mentions of hypothermia, I got carried away with this story, fluff, hurt comfort.
Following in Tobias' footsteps came naturally to you, the abuse from Marcus, and your bond with Tobias, your brother, were part of the motivation to escape to Dauntless. From the start Peter and his friends had been an annoyance, then there was Tobias... In two years, Tobias had changed greatly, he looked more mature, and broody, obviously more buff too. But it wasn't the physical changes to Tobias that was hard, it was the fact that he went by a knew name, and refused to acknowledge you as his sister. Tobias had looked at you like you were a stranger.
Fortunately, that was only the start of initiation. Naturally, you find yourself with the other Abnegation transfer, Tris, and her friends. The girl was blunt, and tempted death with her questions and little acts of rebellion. Tris was the one who helped you get the confidence to corner Four. With the stress of getting kicked from Dauntless if ranked too low, Four was worried that if the other initiates knew the two of you were related it would put a target on your back. Not only could such information cause rumors and accusations that you're cheating and only above the red line because of Four, but also put your life at risk from initiates willing to kill to not become Factionless. Just as Four did, you had to earn your place in Dauntless. With Tris' help, the two of you began flying through the ranks. Before you knew it, Tris was sixth place, and you were close behind in seventh. As exciting as the news was, the recent attack to Will has left you extremely on edge. Tris believes it was Peter who stabbed Will in the eye. Either way, the door to attacking fellow initiates to eliminate competition has opened. That spell of safety has waned.
It was a couple days after the first phase of training had ended, and there's no telling what the current hour was. Everyone was asleep, then suddenly chaos erupted. "Everyone up!" someone roars out. Behind them a flashlight lights up, it blinds you for a few minutes, and it certainly didn't help that the two figures were right beside your bed. Finally, your eyes adjust to make out Eric and the other Dauntless members surrounding him. With all the chaos of the past few weeks, you rush out of bed so fast, and so close to Eric, that Eric's hand shoots out and grips your arm to steady you. There's an expression on Eric's face that you can't understand, and just as quickly as his hand to steady you, he lets go. "Did you go deaf stiff?" demands Eric, the sudden outburst made you flinch. Around you other initiates were getting out of bed, but Tris was just barely getting up. You then see your brother's gaze is locked on her.
"You have five minutes to get dressed and meet us by the tracks," says Eric. "We're going on another field trip." Eric quickly looks you up and down, then walks out of the room with the other Dauntless members close behind.
After a breath, you turn to your nightstand. "What the fuck just happened?" you mutter out loud. From your nightstand you pull out tactical clothes that would be warm enough of the likely frigid night. Everyone is changing as fast as they can, and soon you're all running through the halls of Dauntless to reach the tracks. Upon reaching the tracks, you make your way to Tris. "What the hell is going on," you whisper to Tris, who shrugs in confusion as a response. Looking over at the Dauntless born initiates, many look confused, however the rest look excited, even Uriah was practically bouncing with excitement. Before you all was a pile of what looked like guns, and beside that pile was boxes labeled "PAINTBALLS."
"Are we going to shoot something?" Christina hisses to Tris' ear. As Tris' gaze landed on the boxes, she laughed.
Taking Tris' laugh as a hint that she might know what, "PAINTBALL," means, you ask, "what is a paintball?"
"Everyone grab a gun," Eric orders
"A ball of paint I guess," Tris replies. You almost roll my eyes at how helpful her answer was. Tris then grabs one of the guns, testing how it felt in her grip, she then grabbed one of the small boxes inside the crate and shoved it into her pocket. "Balls of paint that we shoot," Tris states.
"Is this field trip supposed to be us aggressively painting something?" You ponder, out loud but mostly to yourself. You pick up a gun, and grabbed one of the boxes of paintballs.
You then overhear Eric mutter something to Four, and you try listening in to get answers.
Four looks down at the watch on his wrist. "Any minute now. How long is it going to take you to memorize the train schedule?"
"Why should I, when I have you to remind me of it?" Eric teases, shoving Four's shoulder. Both men had a grin on their faces, which was confusing because you could've sworn they hated each other.
Suddenly, lights begin to shine from behind you, and those lights highlight the features of Eric's face in a way that makes your heart flutter. Seconds later you can hear the train. Eric turns, his gaze locking onto you and catching your stare before you could look away. It's at that moment the train reaches the building, and Eric turns his focus to the moving train. Four is the first to jump on the train, with Eric hot on his heels. Just like the others, you spring into actions and chase the train. Before initiation you almost failed to make it onto the train, but tonight you catch the train almost immediately.
You've barely settled into the car when Four begins to explain capture the flag. And with it, you also realize the paintballs and paintball guns are just a fun way to stimulate guns without the danger of actual bullets.
"We'll be dividing into two teams to play capture the flag." Four states as he and Eric move toward the middle of the train car. "Each team will be an even mix of members. One team will get off first to hide their flag, the second team will do the same afterwards." A dauntless woman wearing a medic patch begins handing out mask to each initiate, the mask was a simple headband with a large visor to cover the face.
We're told to take the game seriously because it's Dauntless tradition, which feels a bit dramatic. A few questions are tossed around, before Eric takes over.
"Four and I will be your team captains," Eric says. For allows Eric to pick first. Beside me, Tris is already leaning against the wall like she expects to be chosen last.
"Peter," Eric says, gesturing for Peter to step behind him.
Four leans against the train door frame, Tris is staring, and he pretends to look us over as if he hasn't already chosen. "The stiff," Four points at Tris, who looks shocked, but is quick to move.
"Got something to prove?" Eric teases. "Well," Eric starts, "since yet get one stiff, I might as well get the other." Eric turns to you, and you stand frozen for a few seconds before finally moving behind Eric. There's a look in Four's eyes as he watches the exchange, surprise, and the glare on a concerned older brother. Eric catches Four's glare, then looks between us trying to asses our relationship. You quickly look out the window, hoping the worst thing that you and Four looked somewhat alike.
Fortunately, Four isn't dumb enough to let the silence last enough for people to become suspicious, and immediately picks another person for his team.
Eventually, the teams are set, Four's team is mostly lean and fast, Eric's is mostly strong and brute. Our team is also the first to jump off the train. The area we land in is just outside the theme park, and is scattered by trees.
Peter and several others are already rambling ideas as Eric leads us deeper into the trees. "I thin the stiff should just go hide in a tree and shoot anyone who gets to close to the flag," Peter turns to you with a grin, "you're so tiny no one would see you, and you'd be out of our way." Peter then begins to ponder, "actually, that gun is just so big compared to you, you're better off watching the perimeter or something. Less risk of losing when you miss your shots. I'm sure you understand-" You cut Peter off with a shot to his diaphragm. Peter drops to the ground and wheezes, Eric watches disinterested.
"You bitch!" Peter shouts, staggering as he stood up.
"Don't yell," Eric scolds, "It'll lead them to us."
Peter looks at Eric with angered surprise, "So you're just going to let her shoot me?" Peter points his finger at you, akin to a child pointing at something they hate.
"You brought that upon yourself Peter. This is dauntless you can't taunt someone then get offended when they bite back." Eric shoots you an approving look turns away, "Clean yourself up, and stop wining. You're wasting time."
It took some debate, but ultimately, it was decided the flag would get hidden up in one of the trees. While Eric did have the final say when it came to our plans, he gave no input or feedback forcing you and the other initiates to come up with the ideas. Because of your small stature and aim, and because of Eric's experience, the two of you were assigned to sneak behind the other team's line to get the flag. Peter and a few other initiates were assigned a similar task, except instead of sneaking behind the enemy, they had to attack the team from in front of them as a distraction.
Walking into the totally-not-creepy abandoned theme park, Peter's team had quickly veered away from your path to handle their task, leaving you and Eric alone. The two of you move almost completely silent, the lack of any light sources also forced you to walk slower. You allowed Eric to lead since he was clearly more familiar with the area. Actually, now that you're watching Eric, the way he moves like a perfect soldier, silent, attentive, fast, and checking corners like it was second nature, Eric was terrifying. You almost felt bad for anyone who'd be on the receiving side of this version of Eric. Your body shivered at the idea of being on the receiving end, being hunted by Eric, the shiver was definitely fear, maybe a hint of something else.
Still a good distance from Four's team, you and Eric hunker down behind some crates, the two of you sit side by side.
"We need to talk about your relationship with Four," Eric suddenly speaks up.
"Huh?" was all you could manage. Turing your face towards Eric, he was staring right at you, his jaw tense.
"Don't act dull," Eric drawls out accusingly. "It's inappropriate to engage with your instructor romantically or sexually."
You stare at Eric, your expression pure bewilderment. "What the fuck are you talking about?'
Eric frowns, "You think I don't see the way Four is always glancing at you and Tris. I vividly saw the way he glared at me on the train earlier. There’s no use in hiding it."
What the actual fuck? You can't even tell what's worse, going against Four's wishes and confessing he's your brother, or letting Eric believe you're a couple. Many excuses bounce around in your mind, unfortunately Eric's glare makes it impossible to think of anything good. "Four..." you pause, already knowing Four is going to beat your ass. "We're siblings," you finally blurt out.
Eric just stares, "oh..." His eyes then dart around as many realizations started falling into place. Eric's shoulders briefly shake like he's holding in a laugh. "And here I was assuming Four had a thing for Stiffs," Eric teases himself.
"Gross," you state.
Before any more discussion can occur, shouts and the sounds of paintball guns being fired rings out. You and Eric spring into action, the two of you charging towards the carousel. Supposedly, Four hid his flag there last year and one, Eric believes Four is the type to try it again. Just as you both reach the carousel, you're forced to duck as paintballs are fired at you.
"How many?" Eric shouts, he's crouched behind a dumpster a few feet away from you.
You risk a glance from behind your food stall, "Five!"
After a minute there’s a break of silence. Realizing your attackers are reloading, you and Eric jump out. The two of you fire at the other initiates while running forward. Soon, they were all put of the game. You rush towards the carousel, Eric close behind you. The flag was hidden on the ceiling, leading to climb onto one of the horses to reach it. However just as you got onto the horse, cheers started to ring out, and a flare is shot into the air. Four won.
The walk back to the train tracks was silent, until Eric and I ran into Peter and a few other initiates. From there, you were walking alone, while Eric joined Peter's group to silently scold Peter. Soon, everyone was congregating at the tracks, waiting for the train. Many initiates were celebrating and boasting, while others were quiet or muttering. Having failed to spot any of your friends, you let yourself drift towards the back of the crowd. Such a simple decision, and yet...
The train soon arrives, everyone begins jumping on. You're among the last to start running towards the train. Just as you jumped, someone rips you backwards by the collar of your shirt. You slam onto your back, and stars flood your vision.
"You and that fucking stiff," a voice spits out, and when you turn to it, the person was wearing a mask and staring down at you. Two other initiates surrounded the man, their faces were also covered. "Do you realize how embarrassing it is to see you, a tiny little girl ranked above me!" It then hits, you recognize that voice, Peter. Peter stomps his foot on your stomach, one of the initiates then shoots a paintball onto the visor of your mask. "Just give up. Leave Dauntless!" This was not just a tactic to scare you, Peter wants you dead, that or with the factionless.
Blindly you stand, someone shoots a paintball into the back of your knee, another punches the side of your ribs. With your visor covered with paint, you were fighting blind. The three initiates took turns shooting and hitting. All you could was tuck your arms against your sides, and try to hold your balance while getting knocked around. The adrenaline was so high that you couldn't even feel the pain.
Finally there's a break, and as you fall forward you realize there is no one blocking your path forward. Peter curses from somewhere behind you, all the while you're charging forwards blindly. Your sight returns as you rip the visor off your face. Looking back, Peter and his gang were already chasing you.
"Get back here you damn runt!" Peter screams out, several paintballs fly your way, some hitting you and the rest hitting the ground and stands around you.
Soon you're running into an old, broken, building, with a worn sign that said "haunted house." The inside was almost pitch-black, the floorboards creaked, or were broken, all sorts of things hung from the ceiling, some quite disturbing. With the sound of footsteps fast approaching, the only option was to keep running forward. With trembling hands pressed against the walls, you remain rushing forward, with barely enough time for caution, looking for and form of a door to escape the building or a room to hide in. Suddenly you foot falls through a floorboard, pain sears through your calf making you cry out.
"I heard her!" One of the men shout.
"Hallway to the left!" another shouts.
With death running towards you, there was no time to focus on wounds. Pushing forward you fall into a tub, the water inside was colder than ice. Frantically you blindly drag yourself out, and gasping for air you fall onto a stiff wooden floor. The footsteps were right behind you. They were right there. They had you.
"Where the fuck is that stiff?" Peter growls out.
What...
"She might be further down the hall. This place is a damn maze," a man rambles out.
How... You lift your gaze from the floor, and find that Peter and his gang hadn't surrounded you. You were in a room, it was dark, but just above the tub of water you just climbed out of was a window. In the low light, you could just barely make out Peter and his gang muttering in confusion in the hall. This room was safe, and the window must be one way, they don't know you're in there. As their footsteps receded, all you could do was lay there, exhausted and numb... you can't help but to close your eyes for a moment...
...
"Four, I found her!"
There's a loud crash, it sounds distant... A bright light hits your eyes, it forces consciousness forward. Something warm and strong envelopes you... a body?
"We have you, you're safe. Four is on his way, just stay with us." That voice was familiar, but soft and comforting, which sounded unlike the man it reminded you of.
"Medics will be here any second. How bad is it Eric?" Four, he was here. You were safe, Four was here... With that you relaxed back into your rest.
...
The rhythmic beeping was the first thing you noticed, it was annoying. Then someone called your name a few times. As you opened your eyes, the room was bright, sterile, and the only way you knew you were still in dauntless was the stone walls, and singular worn down window. Before you was a nurse dressed in Erudite issued scrubs.
"What happened?" you croak out.
The nurse tries to smile, but like any Erudite, it felt fake. "A few of your fellow initiates realized you never made it back to Dauntless after the game. Before anyone could issue a proper search party, Eric and Four had already stolen a car and were driving towards the theme park, where they later found you in an abandoned haunted house. You kept fading in-and-out of consciousness. According to the report you suffered from hypothermia, severe bruising, deep lacerations on the posterior of your left calf, exhaustion, and shock. They kept you as stable as they could until a medical team
arrived and could properly treat you. F-"
You interrupt the nurse, "It was Peter."
The nurse pauses, then goes to speak right as another voice interjects, "Peter or not, we don't have any evidence of what occurred beyond your eyewitness." To your right Eric was sitting in a chair, holding a clipboard. He looked exhausted. "There was very little cameras in that park," Eric continues, "and with the little footage collected, all we saw was three masked people attacking then chasing you."
"You also suffered a concussion, which can often warp memories," the nurse awkwardly adds, "emotions also warp memories, perhaps your dislike towards this Peter made you believe-"
Once more the nurse is interrupted, "I'm sure my initiate already understands, Ms. Stone." Eric turns his attention back to you, "I, Four, and the leaders are handling the situation, but ensuring punishment to your attackers will likely be impossible due to lack of evidence."
You turn you gaze from Eric and the nurse, to the window across from them. Top initiate your ass, you were too weak. All that training and you couldn't even fight back.
Eric calls out your name, making you turn back to him. "You are just an initiate, you have only been taught basic fighting and evading. Don't take this as a sign of weakness, even Dauntless' strongest members have fallen simply because they were outnumbered and ambushed. Your attackers are the weak ones for attacking in such a way." There's a deep scowl on Eric's face, but somehow you know that anger isn't directed to you. "Four will come by later, he's been more worried than a damn mother hen." Eric then leaves.
There's a beat of awkward silence. You then quietly ask the nurse, "catch me up, how long was I out, when can I leave?"
The nurse then grabs the clipboard Eric had been holding. She then begins, "you were unconscious for a day after being brought back to Dauntless. The lacerations on your calf have been stitched, the internal wounds were fortunately minor. You'll remain here for a week, and will receive healing serum daily intravenously. You should make a full recovery and be healed in time for the second stage of initiation. So don't stress about falling behind."
Please, as if that's what worried you most right now.
The nurse mentions someone would bring you food, and left the room for you to rest. Due to how extreme conflicts between dauntless members, and initiates, can get, guards are stationed around the medical wing, and visitors must earn permission to visit patients. Despite this fact, you didn't feel safe.
You had slept though Four's visit, however the plate of chocolate cake and the small note was enough to know he came. The first few days were somewhat easy, for the most part you were so exhausted from healing that you were in ad out of sleep every few hours. Soon though, the exhaustion waned enough for dreams to start forming in your rest, however those dreams quickly turned into nothing but nightmares. Anxiety became such a strongly stirring emotion that you even heard the nurses tell Eric and Four. Neither men said anything about it, but then again they were so busy, and giving too much attention to an initiate would just lead to dangerous rumors. You felt like a sitting duck inside your room, what if Peter climbed in through the window, what if he got past the guards, was there even a point to all this healing if he's just going to try killing you again? That fear also lead to doubt, were you even strong enough to be a part of Dauntless?
Finally one night, you had enough. You had woken up screaming from your last nightmare, you're getting such little sleep that the nurses had stated debating sleeping medications, even peace serum. Yet, despite your drowsy state, you successfully snuck out of the medical wing. For a long while you walked aimlessly, trying to think of places where our may be at such an hour. Eventually you found yourself near the exit of the Dauntless building. You should stay inside, both because of the rules against initiates leaving alone, and it was bound to be cold out. Four definitely won't be out there. And yet instead of venturing down further into the dauntless headquarters, you walked outside.
The weather outside was frigid, small flurries fell from the night sky, even in the sweats and sweater provided by the medical staff, you still shivered, and your thin socks did nothing to keep the cold out. But it was a change from that desolate, bland, room. The cold finally brought your thoughts away from Peter. For now you walked mindlessly, watching the little flurries fall, and taking in the silence of the night. There's no telling how long you walked out there, you mind had already lost it's connection to reality.
Suddenly a voice rings out, "What the hell are you doing out here?" You whirl around to find Eric, he was dressed in thick winter gear and marching towards you. You stand your ground, and Eric doesn't stop until he's less than a foot away. For the first time Eric looked scared. "Four saw you sneaking out of the medical wing, wondering the halls then coming out here. So what the hell are you doing. We've been looking for you for an hour," Eric scolds
"Couldn't sleep," you mumble.
"Initiate," Eric huffs to rein in his anger, and worry. Eric then speaks again, "It is freezing out here, and your wearing socks on freezing wet ground with a thin sweater. Do you want hypothermia!" Eric steps closer, you could now feel how warm he was. "Why are you out here, you need to be resting."
You frown, "I couldn't sleep, and that room felt suffocating, I needed fresh air."
"You're dancing around my question,” Eric scolds. Eric takes off his beanie, making his usually perfectly gelled hair stick out in awkward spots, Eric then shoves the beanie onto your head. "You will tell me what is going on, but first I need you out of this cold air." Eric then sheds his thick jacket and wraps it around you. Before you can protest, Eric then scoops you into his arms, one arm under your knees, and the other behind your back. For a second, Eric is still enough to send a message to Four through his phone.
"What the fuck-" you start to protest, squirming in Eric's grip.
"Would you rather I carry over my shoulder like a sack?" Eric scolds. "Your body is clearly exhausted and I don't trust that you won't run back out here once I turn my back," Eric states.
Eventually you settle, and soon you and Eric are back inside the Dauntless building. Eric doesn't carry you back to the medical wing. You're too mentally disconnected from reality to think on it. Soon, the empty halls turn into corridors you begin to realize these were apartments. Based on the glare on Eric's face, you decide now is not the time for questions. The more your brain settles back into reality, the more you realize how cold and exhausted you feel. When you lean against Eric for warmth, he hastens his pace, and mutters something to himself.
Finally, Eric reaches a door, presses his thumb to a scanner on the lock and shoves into the apartment. There's barely a change to take in the apartment before your being dumped onto a couch. Eric quickly drapes a thick blanket over you, then steps away to light the fireplace across from you.
"Fancy," you mutter, body still shivering. Eric looks your away, assessing you clinically, then quickly walks to his kitchen. As Eric starts to cook, you turn your gaze to what you guess is his home. The apartment is simple, massive windows do however take up one wall, there's three doors, presumably leading to a bedroom, bathroom, and perhaps closet. The warm smell of chocolate fills the room, as well a soup.
You turn to see Eric approaching the couch shirtless. And damn your eyes did not behave. Thank gods Eric did nothing but smirk at the way your eyes traced everything down to the v, the scars, abs, tattoos. Then those arms, you've seen them many times, but this time it was different.
Eric breaks your thoughts, "It's quite scandalous staring at your instructor like that." Immediately, you hide your flushed face in your arms. There's the faint sound of glassware and silverware being placed on the wooden coffee table by the couch. "Let me in," Eric's voice was soft now, deep. When you don't react fast enough, Eric is manhandling you again, until he lays beneath you with you against his chest. "Take your sweater off, or don't, but I can warm you up better through skin to skin contact." Ultimately you decided to keep the sweater on.
Eric wraps a strong arm around your waist, and leans forward to pull the coffee table up against the couch, leaving the two mugs of hot chocolate and bowls of soup in reach. Eric then places a bowl in your lap, dips a spoon in, and brings the spoon of soup to your lips. Eric then softly orders, "eat, your need the energy and warmth."
You lean away from the spoon into Eric's chest, "I'm fine, and I don't need you to spoon feed me."
"Be grateful I'm not already force feeding you," Eric warns lowly, "now eat."
Heading Eric's warning, you ate. The soup was... good, not a favorite though. After the second bite of soup, you have to rip the spoon from Eric's hand to feed yourself. Eric then immediately wraps his freed hand around your waist.
The silence stretches for a while, with only the crackle of fire and the clink of utensils filling the background. But then Eric breaks that silence with a soft, "talk to me." There was so much worry with Eric's tone that you doubted reality for a moment.
"Why do your care?" The words were meant to come out as a bite, but just came out weak.
Eric brings a hand to your cheek, it was rough, but warm, he then gently tilts your face to his. "Use that clever brain of yours," Eric's eyes drop to your lips, "or would you rather I spell it out."
Finally it clicks, "you like me..."
Eric smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb, "I had hoped to tell you under better circumstances. And while I really want to bask in finally telling you, and to know if you even like me back, I need to know if you're okay. So please, talk to me." Hearing Eric plead, perhaps this wasn't real... still, perhaps it would be nice to relive some weight from your shoulders. Eric has already been this vulnerable.
Your gaze drifts to your hands, it was easier to speak while looking away from those stormy grey eyes. "I haven't slept..." you mumble. Eric's hand lightly trails down your cheek to your arm and rests there. "I keep having nightmares," you speak a little louder now. "I-" you stutter a bit, "I don't feel safe... what if he tries to hurt me again?"
"Peter," Eric quietly mumbles the question he already has an answer for. "That's why you started screaming in your sleep." Eric's voice was still so gentle as he read your fear, "you're scared he'll break in and hurt you when you're most vulnerable. You felt so cooped up in that hospital room, that you needed to break out," you ball up your fists to hold back tears.
"It felt safer going outside because I knew Peter wouldn't be there," a small sob breaks past your lips. "I'm sorry for being so weak."
Eric wraps his arms tightly around you, and tugs you harder against him. Eric's lips press to your forehead as he sternly speaks, "everyone has moments to weakness, those moments don't define your strength, it's your decision to give in or overcome it that defines you. Many things terrify me, and for a long time it controlled me. Many of those things still scare me, but I no longer let them consume me." Eric's hands rise to your cheeks, "Dauntless isn't a lack of fear, it is a willingness to push through it. I will be with you every step of the way if you'll let me."
Eric allows the silence to stay, his hands drift from your cheeks, one arm wrapping loosely around your waist and the other returning the bowl to the coffee table. Eventually, you lay your head on Eric's chest and closed your eyes, "I'm so tired."
Eric's arm tightens around your waist, his other hand rests atop the back of your head. "You have been through a lot, it's okay," Eric whispers. Eric then shifts both your bodies into a laying position, with him still under you. Eric then brings his hand from your head to your face to wipe your tears, "rest. Here in my arms you are safe. No one can hurt you here," his voice was like a lullaby.
"I like you too," you whisper, finally answering the question that had plagued Eric for so long.
As you succumbed to rest, the last thing you saw was Eric's smile, and the feeling of his hand rubbing your back. A blanket of warmth.
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5k+ words yall. This was kinda fun. As always, comments, reposts, and feedback is appreciated. Hope ya'll liked it. xoxo 😘
