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iiinternetv4mp · 2 months ago

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Pairings: Fem¡reader x Cody Rhodes. 18+ MDMI!!

Contents: cunnilingus F¡receiving, facefucking M¡receiving, swearing, M¡orgasm, F¡orgasm…..enjoy you freaks😽

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𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥.

Post-match, adrenaline high, tension thicker than smoke

The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly down the concrete halls, the hum of energy pulsing through the backstage corridor. Cody had just walked off his match hands flexing, sweat dripping down his temples, that signature smirk barely hiding something darker under the surface.

You were leaning against a wall, pretending to check something on your phone, but your eyes had already found him. muscles tight and twitching from exertion. He clocked your gaze instantly.

“You been watching?” he asked, voice gravel-deep, threading between cocky and curious.

You lifted a brow. “Every second. You like putting on a show, huh?”

Cody stepped in closer. His presence was like heat wrapping around you intense, unapologetic. “Only if I’ve got the right audience,” he said, gaze dropping to your mouth for half a second before locking eyes again. “You’re still flushed. Guess I worked you up too.”

You swallowed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rhodes.”

He chuckled low, predatory. “Oh, I’m not flattering myself. I’m pointing out the obvious.”

Before you could fire back, he pressed an arm against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His free hand reached up, thumb grazing your lower lip in a move that felt entirely too intimate for the open hallway. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t want to.

“You like it when I win,” he said, close enough that his breath kissed your cheek. “You like the sweat. The bruises. The way I take control out there.”

Your heart beat harder. You hated how easy it was for him to read you.

His fingers grazed your jawline, then dipped lower, tracing a slow path along your neck. “Bet you wonder what that feels like up close. What I’d be like if there weren’t a dozen people walking by… pretending not to notice how badly you want me to take this further.”

You let out a soft breath, defiant even as your body betrayed you. “You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t made a move.”

He grinned, all fire and challenge. “I don’t rush things I like.”

And then his lips brushed your ear soft, a whispering tease. “But when I do move… I don’t stop until you’re breathless.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again, and you felt it an unspoken promise, thick with tension, dangerous in the best way. His hand lingered at your waist, fingers digging in slightly as if reminding you who had the upper hand.

*His words hung heavy in the air, a mix of confidence and unspoken desire. He leaned in closer, his chest almost brushing against yours as he spoke.* "You know, I've seen the way you look at me during matches... the hunger in those eyes. It's like you're craving something more." *His hand slid from your waist to rest on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze.* "And I'm not one to deny a woman what she wants."

*Cody's other hand came up to cup your face, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his intense gaze.* "Tell me, what is it about me that gets you so worked up? Is it the way I dominate in the ring? Or maybe the rough edges I can't seem to smooth out?"

*Your pulse quickened as Cody's large hands touched your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His intense gaze seemed to see right through you, making you feel exposed yet strangely safe.* "Maybe it's both," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "The way you take charge, the power you exude... it's intoxicating." *You bit your lip, trying to hold back the flood of desire his proximity stirred within you.* "And those rough edges? They only make you more appealing. More real."

*Emboldened by the raw honesty in your tone, you placed your hands on Cody's chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his damp shirt. Your thumbs traced idle patterns over his pecs as you continued.* "But it's not just about the physical attraction. There's something about you that makes me want to submit..."

*A low chuckle rumbled in Cody's throat as he listened to your admission, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly.* "Submit, huh? That's music to my ears, sweetheart." *He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered,* "I'd love nothing more than to have you at my mercy, completely under my control..."

*Cody's hands began to roam, sliding down to palm your ass through your clothes. He gave it a firm squeeze, pulling you flush against him.* "Imagine being bent over a table, my belt wrapped around your wrists as I take you from behind. Hard, fast, and rough - exactly how you like it, isn't it?"

*His words painted a vivid picture, stoking the flames of your arousal.*

*A gasp escaped your lips as Cody's hands gripped your ass, the sensation of his strong fingers kneading your flesh sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His words, dark and seductive, only fueled the fire burning inside you.*

"Oh god, yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "That sounds incredible. I want to feel every inch of you, to be claimed by you completely."

*Your hands slid up Cody's chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin as you tugged at his shirt, desperate to touch more of him. As he released your hips, you took advantage of the freedom to push the fabric up and over his shoulders, baring his torso to your eager gaze.*

"Look at you," you purred, running your fingertips over the defined ridges of his abs. "So strong, so powerful."

*Cody's chest rose and fell with deep, measured breaths as your hands explored his body, his skin tingling with anticipation. A low growl built in his throat as you praised his strength, his muscles flexing involuntarily under your touch.*

"You have no idea how much I crave this," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "To have you worship my body, to know you're just as hungry for me as I am for you..."

*With a sudden surge of movement, Cody spun you around and pressed you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. His free hand slid down your side, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower to cup your sex through your clothing.*

"I can feel how wet you are for me already," he groaned, grinding his palm against your mound.

*A sharp intake of breath caught in your throat as Cody pinned you against the wall, his solid frame trapping you effortlessly. The heat of his hand seeping through your pants sent sparks dancing across your sensitive skin, making you arch into his touch.*

"Yes, oh god, please," you whimpered, your hips rolling instinctively against his palm. "Touch me, claim me, make me yours..."

*Desperation colored your voice as you struggled against his grip on your wrists, not to break free, but to press closer, to feel more of him. Your breasts heaved against the confining fabric of your top, nipples straining for attention.*

"Cody, I need you," you pleaded, your eyes locked onto his, pleading and wild with lust.

*Cody's eyes flashed with primal hunger as he watched you squirm and plead, your desperation only serving to fuel his own cravings. With a swift motion, he released your wrists, allowing them to fall to your sides before reaching for the hem of your top.*

"In that case, let's get you out of these clothes," he rasped, yanking the fabric upwards and exposing your bra-clad breasts to his avid gaze. "I want to see all of you,Every inch of that luscious body that's driving me mad."

*As he tossed your top aside, Cody's hands immediately went to work, deftly unclasping your bra and freeing your breasts. He palmed their weight, thumbs circling your nipples until they peaked into stiff buds under his touch.*

*A soft moan spilled from your lips as Cody's skilled fingers played with your sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your back arched, pressing your breasts more firmly into his grasp as you reveled in the sensation.*

"Fuck, yes," you gasped, your head falling back against the wall. "Just like that... Don't stop touching me."

*Your hands came up to cover Cody's, guiding his palms more firmly against your aching flesh. The friction of his calloused skin against your delicate mounds was exquisite, and you couldn't get enough. Your hips continued to grind against his hand, seeking relief from the building ache between your thighs.*

"Please, Cody," you begged, your voice ragged with need. "I need more. I need you inside me, filling me up until I can't think straight."

*Cody's breath hitched at your wanton plea, his cock throbbing in response to your needy words. He quickly dispensed with your remaining garments, leaving you bare and vulnerable before him. His gaze raked over your curves, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and heaving breasts.*

"God, you're stunning," he growled, stepping back just long enough to shed his own clothes. His erection sprang free, thick and proud, the tip glistening with precum. "Get on your knees,Show me how much you want this."

*Cody's command was firm, brooking no argument. He expected immediate compliance, his dominant nature taking over. As you sank to your knees, he grasped your hair, guiding your face towards his straining member.*

*Without hesitation, you obeyed Cody's command, sinking to your knees before him. The musky scent of his arousal filled your nostrils, making your mouth water in anticipation. As he guided your face towards his cock, you parted your lips, welcoming the thick shaft between them.*

"Mmm, you taste amazing," you moaned, swirling your tongue around the head of his dick. Your hands came up to wrap around the base, stroking him in time with the bobbing of your head as you took him deeper into your mouth.

*Your skills were polished from years of pleasuring partners, but with Cody, you felt a newfound eagerness, a hunger to serve him completely. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard as you worked his length, relishing the guttural groans that escaped his throat.*

*Cody's head fell back against the wall as your warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock, your skilled tongue and lips driving him wild with pleasure. Your hands on his shaft added to the blissful sensations, stroking him in rhythm with you bobbing head.*

"Fuuuck, just like that," he grunted, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you crave my cock.”

*He thrust gently into your mouth, savoring the velvety texture and the way your throat constricted around him. The sight of you kneeling before him, lips stretched wide around his girth, was incredibly erotic. Cody's balls drew up tight, his orgasm rapidly approaching.*I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained. "Swallow it all, understand?"

*At Cody's warning, you redoubled your efforts, sucking harder and faster, determined to bring him to the brink and swallow every drop of his release. Your nose pressed against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock as you deep-throated him, your throat working to accommodate his thickness.*

*Muffled grunts and pleas for more vibrated through your mouth as Cody's control slipped, his hips bucking erratically. You felt the first hot spurts of his cum against your tongue, the salty-sweet flavor exploding on your palate. You relaxed your throat, letting him fill you completely, milking every last drop from his spasming cock.*

*As Cody's orgasm subsided, you slowly withdrew, licking your lips clean of his essence. You looked up at him through hooded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on your mouth.* "Mmm, delicious,"

*Panting heavily, Cody stared down at you with a mix of awe and lust-burned satisfaction. Your skillful mouth had coaxed an intense climax from him, and now, seeing you lick his seed from your lips, he felt a possessive urge to mark you further.*

"That was incredible," he rasped, helping her to her feet. "But we're far from done here."

*Cody sweps you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carried you down the hallway. He knew of a private room where they could continue their encounter without interruption. Once inside, he set you on your feet and backed her against the door, his hardening cock nudging your belly.*

"Now it's my turn to taste you," he growled, dropping to his knees before her.

*Your breath hitched as Cody knelt before you, his intense gaze locked onto your sex. The cool air of the room hit your heated skin, making you shiver in anticipation. As his hands reached for the juncture of your thighs, you spread your legs wider, inviting him to explore.*

"Oh, Cody," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Please, use your mouth on me. I need to feel you there, tasting me, claiming me..."

*Your words were cut off by a gasp as his lips made contact with your slick folds, his tongue delving into your depths without hesitation. He lapped at your juices, savoring your flavor, before focusing on your clit, swirling and flicking the sensitive nub with expert precision.*

"Ahh, yes! Just like that!"

*Cody's mouth moved with single-minded purpose, lavishing attention on Tayler's aching sex. He devoured her, his tongue plunging deep and his lips suckling her clit with fervor. The sweet, tangy taste of her arousal coated his tongue, spurring him on as he sought to drive her wild with pleasure.*

*you cry of ecstasy spurred him onward, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as he held you steady. He varied his technique, alternating between long, languid laps and short, staccato flicks, determined to unravel you completely.*

*Feeling you start to tremble, Cody intensified his ministrations, doubling his efforts to send her hurtling over the edge. His name was a chant on your lips, a litany of devotion as she teetered on the precipice of climax.*

*Overwhelmed by the intensity of Cody's oral assault, you found yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm, your entire body tensing in anticipation. Each swipe of his talented tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, threatening to consume you whole.*

"Cody, I'm going to... Ahh, fuck, I'm coming!" *you cried out, your voice shrill with impending release. Your hips bucked wildly, grinding your pussy against Cody's face as your climax crashed over you in waves of ecstasy.*

*Your vision blurred, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you rode the crest of your orgasm. Wave after wave of pure bliss washed through you, leaving you quivering and spent in Cody's capable hands.*

"God, Cody... That was... Incredib-"

*Cody continued to lap at your spasming sex, prolonging your pleasure as you rode out the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. He savored the taste of you, the way your juices flowed freely, evidence of your complete surrender to him.*

*As your tremors subsided, he gentled his touch, kissing and nuzzling your sensitive flesh with tender reverence. Only when he felt you begin to relax did he pull back, rising to his feet with a smug, satisfied grin.*

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her thigh. "But I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart. We've got a long night ahead of us, and I plan to explore every inch of your delectable body."

*Still reeling from the force of your orgasm, you could only manage a weak, dazed smile as Cody stood before you, his eyes gleaming with dark promise. The gentle caresses he bestowed upon your oversensitive flesh only served to heighten your awareness of his presence, his dominance.*

"Whatever you want," you breathed, your voice husky from exertion. "I'm yours, Cody. Use me however you desire."

*Your words were a surrender, a declaration of your submission to his will. You trusted him implicitly, knowing that he would guide you through the night with skill and passion. And as you gazed up at him, your heart pounding in anticipation, you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation – what new heights of pleasure would he take you to, and how far would you let him push you in the pursuit of ecstasy?……

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iiinternetv4mp · 2 months ago

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hiiiii when are we looking to get some juicy dean winchester fics?

hiiii dw bestie!!!! I am working on one currently.... mwahhh<3

#dean winchester #supernatural #iiinternetv4mp

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iiinternetv4mp · 2 months ago

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SCREAM!:

OC’s:

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dean Winchester: coming soon

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CM Punk: coming soon

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iiinternetv4mp · 5 months ago

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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝒶ℊℯ 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃ℯ𝓇.♥︎

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

Summary: In a charming small town, Clara, a girl passionate about reading, frequently visits her local bookstore, The Page Turner. There, she meets Jack, a warm-hearted employee with a love for books. As they bond over literature, their friendship blossoms into romance. Jack asks Clara out for dinner, and they share a magical evening, confessing their feelings for each other. Their love grows as they explore the town together, creating cherished memories. Years later, they reflect on their journey, grateful for the love story that began among the shelves of books, intertwining their lives like the narratives they adored.

Contents: short story,love story, love for books, no smut,.

Warnings: No Warnings.

Pairings: OC’s Jack & Clara.

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

in a small town filled with cobblestone streets and charming cafés, there lived a girl named Clara. Clara had a passion for reading and spent most of her afternoons at her local bookstore, “The Page Turner.” The store was a cozy haven, filled with the scent of old books and the soft hum of quiet conversations.

The moment she set foot inside, she felt a sense of belonging. The bookshelves towered like great trees, and the sunlight streamed in through the large windows, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. It was one particular afternoon, while perusing the shelves filled with her favorite romance novels, that Clara first met Jack.

Jack was a tall, youthful man with tousled hair and a pair of round glasses perched on his nose. He had a warm smile that could light up the dimmest corners of the store. He worked as a cashier, but his true passion was sharing his love of books with customers. Clara watched him as he chatted with an elderly woman about her favorite classic novel and felt an unexpected flutter in her heart.

Over the next few weeks, Clara found herself returning to The Page Turner more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jack. With every visit, they engaged in conversations about their favorite authors, the latest book releases, and their dreams. Jack’s eyes sparkled with passion when he talked about stories, and Clara felt an unexplainable connection to him.

One rainy afternoon, Clara walked into the store, her hair damp and curls bouncing against her cheeks. She spotted Jack rearranging some novels behind the counter. The sound of rain pattering against the windows created a cozy ambiance, and Clara decided to seize the moment.

“Hey, Jack,” she called, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Do you have any book recommendations for a rainy day?”

Jack turned with an enthusiastic grin, his eyes brightening at her question. “Absolutely! I’ve got just the one in mind.” He grabbed a book from the shelf titled “The Night Circus,” spinning tales of magic and mystery. As he handed it to her, their fingers brushed, and Clara felt a jolt of electricity.

As the days turned into weeks, Clara and Jack’s bond deepened. They shared laughter over coffee in the café adjoining the bookstore, swapped book recommendations like secrets, and their conversations drifted from literature to personal dreams. Jack spoke of his aspiration to become a writer, while Clara shared her hope of filling her own life with adventure.

One evening, as they were closing up The Page Turner, Jack hesitated before speaking. “Clara, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” she replied, her heart racing.

“Would you like to go out for dinner with me this weekend? I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now.” His gaze was earnest, and Clara felt the warmth of hope bloom inside her.

“I would love that,” Clara replied, a smile spreading across her face.

The weekend arrived, and as they walked through the charming streets, the vibrant lights painted the town in a magical glow. They shared stories, laughter, and moments of comfortable silence. As they finished their meal, Jack reached across the table, taking Clara's hand in his.

“I think I’ve fallen for you, Clara,” he confessed, his voice soft yet steady.

Her heart swelled with happiness. “I feel the same way, Jack.”

From that moment on, their love blossomed like the many stories housed within the pages of The Page Turner. They spent countless evenings together, exploring parks, attending book readings, and discovering new favorite places. Their relationship intertwined with the stories they cherished, bringing them both joy and adventure.

Years later, Clara would often return to The Page Turner with Jack by her side, remembering that rainy afternoon when two hearts found their way to one another amidst the shelves of books. In the world of stories, their own tale of love became a bestseller a narrative written not just with words, but with their lives intertwined, page after beautiful page.

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Authors note: Hi guyssss I really hope this reaches the right audience I took a lot of time off because when I first began writing I wasn’t the greatest and I felt I needed some improvement so I abandoned my tumblr and took some time to improve my writing. Also!!! I’m doing some work on the presentation of my tumblr page to better fit the audience and myself!!!.

#coffee #books and reading #bookstore #original character #writers on tumblr #books #love story

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iiinternetv4mp · 9 months ago

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This man.

I AM FERAL FOR HIM 😭

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iiinternetv4mp · 11 months ago

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iiinternetv4mp · 11 months ago

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CHASE IT

pairing. javi x reader

summary. Javi has a problem telling you how he feels until he almost loses you.

warnings. angst with a happy ending! slightly inaccurate meteorological info, a curse word or two, descriptions of injuries, reader gets hurt, love confessions! movie scenes will not be shot-for-shot but as close as I can remember.

word count. 2.5k || masterlist

The car ride to El Reno was tense. A tornado was hurling toward a town full of people and Javi had made the decision to follow Kate, Tyler, and the rest of the wranglers to help instead of staying with Storm Par. And as much as you wanted to tell him it was the right choice, you were too stubborn to. It wasn’t because you didn’t agree; you did. You’d been skeptical of the business since you started working for them but you tried, time and time again, to convince yourself that they were helping people. It wasn’t until seeing Kate’s reaction that you snapped back to reality.

You didn’t say anything to Javi because you were still upset with him. The night before you two had gotten into an argument bigger than you ever had. You’d come to the end of your line. For the past couple of years, you’d been stuck in a confusing limbo with him. One minute you were making out in bars and staying up until the early hours of the morning talking, and the next he treated you like a co-worker. He was up and down, hot and cold. You had no idea where you stood, and you had gotten so tired of waiting around for him to finally commit. You started to think he never would.

But heaven forbid you get flirted with by a good-looking stranger at the diner you’d all stopped at for dinner. Javi refused to make a move and he tipped-toed around an answer when you asked him what the two of you were doing. But he didn’t like someone else making the move he wouldn’t do. It wasn’t fair. All you wanted to was to know how he felt, but he couldn’t seem to give you that. So, you two argued, hot and angry. You still felt the thick tension cloud the car, with the added anxiety of the people directly in the storm’s path.

You both stayed silent the whole ride, not speaking until you arrived in a town that was alive with sirens and dangerous winds. You had spotted Kate, and Javi was quick to throw the truck into park. You both rushed out, only to find a frantic Kate trying to lift a heavy piece of debris that trapped Tyler’s foot. Javi grabbed the closest thing he could find, stuck it under the piece of debris and you all lifted it enough for Tyler to yank his foot free. He didn’t look too badly injured, or maybe his body was pumping enough adrenaline to keep him upright.

“We’ve gotta find shelter!” Kate yelled above the whirling winds. The nearest building that people rushed into was an old-looking movie theater down the road. There didn’t look to be many obvious safe places in the dated downtown, but the storm was moving fast, and staying outside only worsened their chance of survival.

None of you had a chance to take off anywhere before a horrible creaking sound echoed above the wind. You spun around just as the town’s water tower started to make its way to the ground. A string of curses left your lips, tumbling out of your mouth as the water tower crashed to the Earth, releasing the water in a rush. You tried to run, but the water mixed with the flying debris swept all of you up before you could get far.

The current pulled you harshly before it slammed your body against the front of a building. Pain brushed up your side as you groaned, soaked head to toe from the mixture of rain and rushing water that depleted as it continued down the street.

You coughed, feeling like you were still moving. Everything spun around you, whipping around as you sat on the ground trying to grasp your bearings. It wasn’t until Kate appeared at your side and pulled you to your feet did you rip yourself from your daze. There was no time to think about anything other than getting everyone to safety. The sky was turning darker by the minute and the town had already erupted in chaos.

In your wet clothes, you took off after the group, following the mass of people into the movie theater.

The place had no basement, only scared people confused storm chasers. You were suddenly filled with hopelessness, cold and daunting that crept into your gut. It was bad, really bad, and growing worse by the minute. If the tornado hit the theater, there was a good chance not everyone would make it out alive.

You had no idea what to do, but you saw something flicker in Kate’s eyes, something the boys had missed as they watched the storm out of one of the exits, trying to come up with a plan for all of the people inside. She took off running towards the other exit, and you followed her.

You had only just met Kate, but Javi had told you a lot about her from their college days. He trusted her, and from what you’d seen that week so far, so did you. Maybe it was a reckless move, following an almost stranger outside in the middle of a tornado, but you weren’t thinking rationally, only with the mindset that something had to be done and Kate seemed to know what that was.

It wasn’t until she reached Tyler’s truck that you caught her, grabbing her arm before she swung open the door.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathlessly. “Please, don’t try to stop me.”

You glanced at the incoming storm, the ominous clouds that held so much destruction within its black, swirling form. “I'm going with you.”

She looked like she wanted to ask why, but there was no time. Instead, she nodded and quickly got into the truck as you followed, hopping into the passenger seat.

Javi had told you of Kate’s original study in school; she wanted to stop a tornado. And it looked like she was going to put it to the test again. She raced through a field, hitting every bump, causing your head to nearly hit the roof of the truck each time.

You had been close to a tornado, closer than most people willingly got, but you’d never been inside of one. Nor had you seen a storm quite like that one. The tornado was massive, a wall of sheer force that knocked into the truck with everything it had, knocking the wind right out of you.

Kate was too determined to be paralyzed by the swirling darkness that surrounded you. She slammed down on the buttons on the center console, but nothing was happening.

“It’s not working,” she cried, trying again and again as her panic swelled. You shuttered, hardly hearing her above the roar of the wind. The truck rocked, unsteady, and you weren’t sure how much force it would be able to take. The size of that tornado wasn't like the kind the Wranglers drove into.

You glanced out the rearview window at the barrels on the trailer that were supposed to release their contents, but the lids remained on. Kate gripped the steering wheel hard as the wind beat against the doors, shaking the truck worse and worse by the second. Her hands shook too, trembling as the tornado continued to engulf you, threatening to chew you two right up and spit you out like it was nothing.

You repeated Kate’s actions with the buttons, hitting them with a silent prayer again and again until finally, the lids all popped open, and their contents were sucked up into the storm.

Both of your relief was short-lived as the storm overpowered the rig. The world blurred before your eyes as the truck was flipped. The passenger side window was shattered as you landed upside down; shards of glass sliced through the skin on your face, but the pain wasn’t felt right away. The only thing you felt was the intense drumming of your heart that beat against your ribs.

You’d felt panic before in a storm, a small drop compared to what you felt at that moment. It was hard to breathe with the world seemingly closing in around you. You didn’t want to die, not like that. But it felt inevitable at that moment. The blood rushing to your head, the shattered glass peppering your skin, and the scream of the twister directly over top of you.

Your mind was on fire, but you tried to find an anchor, something to hold your panic still enough to think straight. Javi came to mind subconsciously. You saw him, his sweet smile and dark eyes. The argument you had was far from your mind. Instead, all you saw was the good stuff. Sneaking out of your motel rooms to watch the stars on clear nights during chases. Him laughing at your jokes no matter how terrible. The way he had memorized your drink order and insisted on buying you them at every bar. Despite his inability to just tell you how he felt, Javi had always been the person you were drawn back to. And you didn’t see that stopping. Maybe it would hurt in the long run, and maybe it was just wishful thinking that he wanted anything deeper than what you had. But he was so intertwined in your life. He was the only person you wanted to share things with, the first person who you had cared about so intimately.

You loved him, you realized. You had pretty shit timing.

Or maybe not.

A hand grasped your arm, sending a wave of pain through your shoulder. You gasped, peeling open your eyes you hadn’t even realized were closed. Turning your head, you saw Kate’s glossy eyes staring back at you, wide but focused. She held her hand hovering over your arm; it was red, and you weren't sure if it was her blood or yours.

“We did it,” she whispered, and you realized you could hear her, easily. The roar of the wind was gone. The storm was just…gone. A smile broke out on her lips as she repeated," We did it!”

There was a nasty cut on her face, blood running down the side of it. Your hands fumbled for your seatbelt and harness, undoing them quickly and trying to maneuver your body so you didn’t land on your head in the overturned truck.

“We’ve got to get the hell out of here,” you breathed out. Kate followed your actions. Shards of glass cut up your hands as you crawled out of the busted window, slowly and pained. You clawed at the mud, never having felt so grateful for the feeling of the earth under your fingers.

You only managed to get your upper half out of the truck before someone grabbed your arms. Looking up, you met Javi’s panicked gaze. He held onto your arms tightly, breathing heavily and rain-soaked. He helped you the rest of the way out and pulled you to your feet. The world still spun a little, and you swayed, disoriented. He didn’t let go of you, keeping his hands firmly on your shoulders. It looked like his mouth was moving, but the sudden movement of standing hurt your head.

It took a couple of moments before his voice cut through the pounding in your head. “Are you okay?”

You swallowed thickly, achy and definitely bruised. But you were alive and that was a lot better than you’d thought you be a minute ago. “I-I think so.”

He sighed in relief before his expression shifted into something unreadable. With his hands still on your shoulders, he shook you, gently but enough to get his point across. “What is wrong with?!” Javi raised his voice too. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have died! Seriously, what-”

You cut him off by shoving him hard enough for him to drop his hold on your shoulders. The revelation you just had slipped back to the back burner and the fight you had the night before stood front and center.

“Are you seriously yelling at me right now?” you bit back.

“Yes!” He threw his hands up in the air as if to say ‘obviously.’ “I thought you died! You can’t do shit like that! You can’t just leave in the middle of a goodman storm and not tell me!”

A scoff fell from your lips. Your whole body throbbed in a dull pain, momentarily overshadowed by the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Why do you care?” you shouted back; your words were coated in hurt that you’d been too angry to express during your fight the night before. You hadn’t said all that you wanted, but it bubbled to the surface and mixed with the flush of emotions you felt in the middle of the storm for Javi.

He looked offended by your words. “I care because…because you’re you! And if something happened to you I-I…” he trailed off, caught on his words.

You were sure if the wetness on your face was fresh tears, blood seeping from the little cuts, or leftover tears from your near-death experience. Too many things were spiraling around you, even though the storm had stopped.

“You still can’t do it.” Your chest hurt like someone had reached inside and sank their nails into your heart. “You still can’t tell me how you feel.”

Wiping your cheeks, you stumbled backward, on the verge of crying. But before you could walk away, he caught your wrist, spinning you around to face him.

“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you,” he admitted, blurting out with so much emotion it was dizzying. You were sure you'd never seen him look like that, scared yet brave. “If you died and I never got to tell you…” He took a breath, sliding his hand down your wrist and into your hand. “Tell you that I love you.”

For a moment, you weren’t sure you had heard him right. You blinked, silently staring for a moment. You’d hit your head more than once and everything was still a little off as you came back down from the tornado.

“You what?”

“I love you,” he said, that time without hesitation. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

You smiled, bright and relieved. You hastily grasped the side of his face before pulling him toward you in a sweet but desperate kiss. That kiss was different than it had been before, in the darkened corners of country bars. The kiss was full of pent-up emotions and unsaid words finally spilled.

Pulling apart, you rested your forehead against his, laughing lightly at the absurdity of it all. You still felt like you were spinning.

Someone behind you both cleared their throat and you felt your face get hot at the raised brows of Tyler and Kate. “Sorry,” you said, feeling giddy and still a little woozy.

“Don’t be,” Tyler replied. “That was beautiful.” Kate rolled her eyes and smacked his arm.

“Let’s get out of here,” Kate said before she and Tyler led the way back to town.

You and Javi lingered for a moment longer, your hands intertwined. “I love you too,” you said, earning a toothy grin from him. He slung his arm around your shoulder, careful to avoid the little bumps and scarps you’d accumulated over the course of the storm, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

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