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He took a few more seconds until he finally let go of  it, letting  it fly through the air, straight for your thigh.

You instantly moved backwards, trying your best to get out of the projectile’s path. You managed to successfully dodge it, but in the process you bumped your foot and in a matter of seconds you were face down, on the ground.

Grumbling, you pushed yourself back up, but you dropped right back down after noticing the immense and growing pain in your ankle. In the midst of all the pain, you could hear the faintest “Fuck..” coming out of Mark’s mouth. He had the type of tone similar to that of a man who knows he just fucked up... bad.

As you lifted your head you could see Tyler harshly pushing past the line of boys to get to you, shooting Mark a glare as he went on.

Tyler dropped next to you, crouching down and helping you sit up, trying his best not to hurt you. He pushed his anger to the back of his mind, not wanting to make a fuss with Mark right now or explode at him. He was prioritizing, and to him it was obviously more important to help his girl before giving Mark a piece of his mind.

“Baby, are you ok?” He asked softly, his voice dripping with concern. “Where does it hurt?” He moved one calloused hand over your cheek, stroking it slowly.

“Everywhere.” You chuckled dryly, trying to lighten up his mood, but to no avail. You felt another wave of pain being sent through your body, concentrating on your ankle, making you lean forward. “My ankle.” You clarified.

Tyler wasted no time, immediately moving his hands from your sides to your ankle, examining it as if he were a doctor. It was a bit swollen, he noted, and it would probably get worse later, but he didn’t want you to worry about that right now. All that was running through his head right now was he had to help you up, wrap it up and-

“I’m so sorry.” Mark said stepping forward, making you look up in his general direction while Tyler briskly shut his eyes and clenched his jaw. You could tell he was fighting himself not to talk back to Mark right now. Mark had come around to try to help, probably, as well as had the other guys, who were in a semicircle around you. They were keeping a bit more distance than Mark, though. Afterall, they’d seen the face Tyler had made and they knew nothing good could possibly come from poking at him at a time like this. At the same time, Ethan had cautiously walked back to the camera and quietly turned it off.

You hoped Mark would get the message you were sending him with your eyes and step back, but he didn’t. But he insisted, stepping forward again and offering you his hand. “I could look at it, if you want-”

Something went off in Tyler’s mind as he moved like the speed of light, pushing himself off the ground and onto his feet, gunning it straight for Mark. His eyes were set and no longer looked like a calm ocean, but a sea with waves that were out of control and in the middle of a horrible storm. Putting all his force into his arm, he shoved Mark, making the poor guy almost tumble down to the ground. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?” The words sounded so foreign coming out of Tyler’s mouth that the sentence itself could’ve knocked Mark off his feet.

Mark made an effort to create more distance between himself and Tyler, but Tyler kept on advancing toward him, giving him almost no way out. “I told you Mark. I fucking told you to be careful with her.”

“I know, and it was an accident, Tyler, I-”

“No, don’t come to me with that bullshit. ‘It was an accident’ my ass. Stay the fuck away from her. You hear me?” Tyler barked at him, the veins on his neck noticeably popping out.

“Tyler I really am-”  Mark furrowed his brow, trying his best to look angry but all that came across his face was fear and guilt. Before he knew it, Tyler began picking up speed and drew his fist back, swinging straight for his face.

Bob and Wade both jumped to action, holding Tyler back before he could get any punches in. With all the anger inside of him, the two of them were struggling to keep him in place.

Ethan came to try to aid you, helping you up. When you finally got a good look at what Tyler was trying to do, you let out a shriek.

“Tyler, no!”

It was as if your voice brought Tyler back. He turned around, his features instantly softening at the sight of you. You wobbled your way to him, clinging onto him for dear life as both Bob and Wade figured it was safe to let him go, going over to help out Mark instead, who was almost shitting his pants.

Tyler only frowned, but he couldn’t get himself to look at you in the eye.

You placed a hand on his chest, bunching up a bit of the fabric and tugging it to get him to look at you. You placed a loving hand on his cheek just like he’d done to you a couple minutes ago. “Ty, please, look at me.” And so he did.

“It’s not his fault, Ty. It really isn’t.  I promise.”

Tyler gulped, letting you speak. “I just fell; it was an accident. It wasn’t his fault.” You repeated, hoping to calm him down. He brought his hand up to his cheek were yours still lay, engulfing it completely. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, finally coming down to hug you.   

You closed your eyes into the embrace, and he was careful not to press too hard against you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered breathily, his hot breath tickling your ear. “I don’t know what got into me.”

“Apologize to Mark, not to me.” You said with a chuckle, happily surprised when he actually let go to say sorry to his friend. Mark laughed it off, saying it was fine, even though you all knew he was scared half to death.

Tyler came back to where you stood on one leg, sweeping you off your feet without warning and carrying you bridal style in his arms as you gasped, taken completely by surprise. “I’m gonna go wrap Y/N’s ankle up.” Tyler began walking to the house as you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling. When he was almost inside he stopped, hesitating to go through the door without another apology. “And again, uh-I’m sorry, guys.”

To that, the 4 men responded with a chorus of ‘it’s fine’, followed by

“I’m gonna go check on Chica… and change my underwear.”

“I’ll go call Molly.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll call Mandy”

As everyone cleared out of the yard, Ethan looked around one last time. “Uh, so… do I win by default?”

Original Post, Ending #2

As he heard your names being called, Tyler wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving it a squeeze and squishing you closer to him. You allowed yourself to let out a giggle and smile, looking back at all of your others friends who seemed to all be smiling at you, too. Everyone knew you were somewhat camera shy, which was why you’d only made brief appearances in a couple of other videos, so just your mere presence made everyone peppier than usual, especially your boyfriend, Tyler. He was overjoyed that you had agreed to be in what he considered would be a fun video, since it wasn’t just sitting down to play a game or acting out a skit, but it involved physical activity, which he loved dearly.

Mark continued explaining the rules and procedure you were to follow for the challenge while you let your eyes drift back to Tyler.

You couldn’t help but contemplate how soft his curly brown locks looked in his beanie or how mesmerising the blue of his eyes looked in the direct sunlight. Apart from that, he also looked tremendous in those trackpants and fitted grey t-shirt, but you weren’t about to tell him in the middle of filming. Still, he seemed to notice your wandering eyes and shot you a playful wink. You kind of prayed the camera hadn’t caught it, seeing as you were aware the fans looked at every tiny detail of every video and would probably give it lots of attention, something which you were not totally ready for just yet. Just as you felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks you turned your head, realizing Mark had already finished the instructions and you had completely spaced out.

After Tyler noticed you were lost, he gave you a small explanation and you were set to go. The point was that you’d all get a chance to shoot at whoever was up, and the point was for that person to dodge as many arrows as they could; whoever dodge the most arrows won. It wasn’t too complicated, neither did it seem too bad... at first, at least.

Tyler, Mark and Wade went up and you were having a blast. Apparently you were better with a bow and arrow than you thought, even if it was a plastic set Mark had gotten at the children’s section of Target.

Before you knew it, it was your turn. “Ok Y/N, you’re up. Go for it.” Mark said, tossing you the sunglasses he’d made everyone wear (safety first, kids).

“What?” You whimpered, your face dropping. You were so thrown off you didn’t even get a chance to catch the goggles. You hadn’t really thought they’d shoot at you too, instead you’d just assumed that they’d be merciful and decide against it, but apparently not. Instinctively you looked over at Tyler. He nodded for you to go forward, giving you a reassuring smile. Biting your lip, you put on the glasses and stepped into the ‘arena’, as they’d called it at the beginning of the video.

Upon putting on the goggles you notice the glare was horrible and you could barely see anything. You moved around in somewhat of a circle, unsure when they’d start shooting. Having 5 grown men that were fully capable of ripping a log in half in front of you, waiting to shoot you with a toy arrow put the fear of the devil inside you.

Your heart was racing like crazy and the adrenaline was running through your veins as you tried to concentrate and at the same time calm yourself down. Ethan was the first to come up, thankfully, because he was the one you were least worried about. You knew he couldn’t even hurt a fly if he tried, but that didn’t mean you weren’t scared at all.

Ethan fired the first arrow, which missed you by a long shot. You sighed in relief, prepping yourself for the next one. He fired again, this time much closer and aimed straight for your leg, but you managed to dodge it gracefully. Everyone laughed, teasing him for how poorly he’d been doing with the arrows the whole afternoon. Then came Bob, who did similarly, making you look almost like a professionally dodgeball trained ballerina.

You breathed a big gush of air, seeing who was next in line: Mark.

Ending #1, Ending #2