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"Put the fucking bag down you greasy rat!" I croaked out of my raw throat as my lungs pleaded for a steady stream of air; my hands firmly clutching onto my wobbling knees nearly caving under the pressure of fatigue. This scene earning the attentive, amused eyes of both Chris and Sebastian, their attempt to resist smiling creating adorable crinkles beside their eyes; all while their once complacent posture against the slick steel of the trailer staggered a bit, as muzzled laughs vibrated inside their contracting chests.
"You ok?" Chris nervously laughed still trying to suppress the wide smile tugging the corners of his lips, lunging his entire towards my struggling figure while chivalrously lending a helping hand in my direction.
"I don't know what's worse, Stell looking like an enraged goblin or me being called greasy?" Sebastian coaxingly pondered mindlessly scratching the stubble forming around his chin raised towards the sky.
"Not finished." I panted shewing away Chris's aid while accusingly pointing my shaking index finger towards a now terrified looking Sebastian; his masculine structure now cautiously inching backwards to the safety of my trailer.
"Well by all means, continue." My alert ears heard a familiar voice suggest causing my head to abruptly whip around to meet an amused looking Jeremy; a cheeky grin worming onto my lips while catching his shoulders falling and rising due to gruff chuckle splitting his lips.
"Sebastian, run." Chris loudly whispered while intently eyeing me, intentionally trying to obtain my attention; as a result, Sebastian roughly nudged his shoulder with a look of betrayal etched a across his features.
"Fight, fight, fight!" Jeremy jokingly chanted as I regained my composure while intertwining my knuckles in the attempt to crack them, rotating my neck in a full circle trying to intimidate my costar; padding at a steady pace towards the Romanian, I struggled to maintain a gruff expression, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as the blue eyed angel stared blankly with a deadpanned visage.
"You scared yet, Stan?" I maliciously smirked a mere inches away from his face with my brows intensely furrowed, standing on the very tips of my ties trying to meet eye to eye; however, being the size I was, I barely was able to become face to face with his chin.
"I would be if you weren't such a damn midget." He hysterically laughed cracking the brick wall of tension in two while reducing himself to my level, recalling how much I loathed being treated like I was a child.
"Asshole!" I growled curling my open palms into a fist, punching his broad shoulder with every ounce of strength in my body as my mind quickly scolded the anger induced action; earning an overdue chorus of bubbling laughter.
"And exactly what did Sebastian do to piss Stell off, again?" Jeremy cautiously asked advancing towards the group of three almost at the verge of tears, continuing to wrap his arms endearingly around my petite shoulders while kissing the side of my honey blonde hair.
It was in these small moments when such small gestures, wether by Jeremy or Robert, never failed to spark a pang of belonging in my bones, or make a bubbling warmth tingle inside my chest, or make me feel like I somehow gained the loving father I never possessed.
"Hot fries." Chris choked out firmly clutching the material across his chest in the attempt to try and regulate his rigid breathing, mindlessly admiring the beaming, contagious smile lighting up my face; a smile on multiple occasions he guaranteed could cure cancer.
"You dipshits never learn? Do you?" Jeremy chuckled releasing me from his grasp while rolling his eyes. "If these boys give you any more problems, let me know." He offered holding both of my shoulders in his grasp, briefly tilting his head towards Sebastian and Chris with a cocked brow.
"Please do, I'll take jer-bear over you any day of the week." Sebastian pleaded with his hands in a mockingly prayer gesture, causing my golden locks to whip around until I met eye to eye with him, scowling with the most gruesome expression I could muster up. Concurrently, my body tried to simultaneously maintain my gruff demeanor while trying to rid my cheeks of a sudden warmth, which I assumed to be followed by a pink hue, when I caught Chris's attentive, mesmerizing eyes locked onto me.
"Well, shit."
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Dad Jeremy anyone? Please and thank you. Also hot fries are life bye 👋🏻
