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4mrplumi · 4 months ago

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( crow choir. entry two) ── ravens hiding in a shoe ( m.s | prev/next )

IMPORTANT author’s note at the end.

note: this entry is entirely re-written. you can read the first, now “non-canon” version here. events there do not apply to the current story.

crashed out on the couch with some abysmally boring show on the tv and the filthy humidity of your apartment is exactly how you expected to spend the week. your phone’s acting all funky while you scroll through a net-tabloid about oliver green with a plastic pen in your mouth, the cracked blue paint on it crumbling onto your lips.

you’ve long since tuned out the annoying buzz from the faulty lights in the corridor, the sound of them breaking through your door like the thieves that take cover at your place often, and you have to set your overheating phone down for a moment before you get up and wipe a hand against your face.

shortly after turning nineteen, you’d moved out with less than a word to anyone, figuring they’d piece together your whereabouts if they really needed to. and you doubt they do, since you’ve been living in genuine, peaceful, boring simplicity for a few months now. as peaceful and boring as it gets in gotham anyway.

you don’t have many friends, have a side job at a corner-store that gets robbed habitually on tuesdays and fridays, and have to shoo away loud kids playing at the front like an old man. it’s absurdly mundane, and you can’t help but calm down from your raucous everyday doings.

you’re finding peace in the silent shadows that you used to fear as a little kid, basking in them to make up for the lack of sun in the city. the more you grow older, the more you change. it’s expected of course, but it must be odd to not have anything really stopping you from ever-continuous change. some kids had parents doting over them turning into teenagers, teasing mood swings and scolding more often. some parents teared up when their kid turned old enough to be called an adult, feeling eighteen years slip through their fingers like sand. you don’t have a mother to wipe your tears or a father who wants to pat you on the back for a job well done.

growing up in the wayne manor is an experience envisioned as boundless privilege, written about in absurd fictions by wealth-worshipping teenagers from other cities, and scorned by the angrier lot of the unfortunate here in gotham. and you suppose it is. it is a privilege, and much different from the life you’d been living before. you guess you’ve payed your due for living so selfishly in that luxury by being ignored all your time there. you know your siblings also pay for that privilege, in more difficult, harsher ways, with fists and feet and rods and ropes.

changing, changing, changing. you think that for now, you’ve stopped changing, thinking back to the numerous times your mentality morphed to your surroundings like an asocial chameleon. when you were very young, freshly twelve and thrown into a house with your real father and a permanent family, you hated them. detested them even. you’d scowl and hiss at any glance from a brother, any dignitary waving at you at a gala and even the greenhouse plants that withered upon your arrival in dismay. you hated your fathers ploys at power and sauntering smiles, the skin with which he shook official hands and the pearly teeth with which he grinned. you hated richard’s comforting nod, and the way tim talked to guests, the way alfred always knew and the way bruce never did.

but you softened. you matured, is that the word? you saw them in a warmer light after hearing a girl squabble and wail at her patient father at the park and thought with a surging need, you wanted that too. so you smoothened out your frayed ends, stitched together competency. it would be hard to raise yourself to your brothers’ level, but you could try. among the chaos of being bruce wayne, being batman, being father and being vigilante, you’d resolved to be a beacon of peace for them.

but what beacon could you have hoped to be, if your light was so dull?

they didn’t ignore you, no. your father’s eyes glazed over you, like the block of your body was an insignificant dot among many others. like you were a clear champagne glass, like the ones served at his galas, to be nursed all throughout the event, but never indulged. you’re lucky others loosen themselves at drinks though, because you’d manage to craft quite a respectable social image among his associates and guests. grayson junior, an old lady draped in large, large pearls, had laughed, a charming little thing with only half his enthusiasm. a washed out, non-temperamental, unfeelingly warm version of your eldest brother. a stain of what he was, and a poor attempt at following his example.

but you twitched smiles through backhanded compliments about your inheritance in the family, the ushering prods at you to speak to your father about a deal (you’d never even dream to) and various vain offences made a speciality by gotham’s elite class. you’d endured all of that with half the mind to sock those prudish grins right off, so that your father would recognise your discipline and nod at you. he never even looked.

and after attempts after attempts after attempts at harbouring their favour, to grasp onto this life and make the best of it, never let go, you destroyed the little smudge of any real anger you ever had. you were reduced to a plain slate, an unused blackboard, a project in the making. you had no end goal, however, no final version. ever-changing.

you began to resent them, once more. miserably sulking over “how could they?”s and then, “how dare they!”s. you took to meaner methods of nagging for their attention. always being at the scene of some altercation at school, having prodded or initiated a fight between people was just a perfect look. you could justify any slight guilt at seeing bleeding lips curved into bruised scowls directed to you by thinking, your friends were much worse! so there’s really nothing wrong. those guys are odd anyway, they had it coming. but even that changes, and you once again erode to nonchalance.

your friends, however, do not change, redirecting their focus from messing around at school to sneaking into bars and clubs with comically fake ids, slipping into petty crime and street-fighting, racking up tickets on their profiles like medals. but you didn’t leave them, no, you were attached. forget rose-tinted glasses, yours were bright, hot, pink, finding a way to justify just about every brawl they stuck up, every man they mugged and every shot they downed while being well under the right age to. but gotham’s an odd place, it’s not too absurd to see a bunch of scrappy fifteen year olds running about with forks and foxes in their hair.

and you stayed this way, morbidly going through long, lonely days of watching your siblings live a life entirely parallel to yours. an ache that carved down from your chest and across the first bones of your ribs became a permanent one, and your throat would sting far too often to be considered normal. you’d kick and scream and fight with anyone you could, breaking into gushing tears the second they looked away. always conflicted and always changing, it messed with you, especially with no one to tell.

your family would be out at night, fighting the very same thugs that your friends are turning to become, all while you languished through the day counting bills and reading licenses off the wallets they pocket. after particularly violent exchanges, you couldn’t even look at the warmth that radiated off of bruce’s hand on damian’s shoulder, dick’s grin at tim or cassandra’s strange card game with duke. you couldn’t want to be a part of them, because you knew that maybe, you never would be.

yes, they have bigger problems. and yes, you blend perfectly into the blur of all the hooded and masked faces of gotham, and yes, you never do any real harm. but you can’t imagine being caught, returning to such unpleasant ways of life despite being given a hand at the one offered to you on a gold-plated platter. guilt and pride fought with their fists in your head, the second beaming at the idea of their surprise and notice if you ever made a mark, and the first ashamed at the thought of it at all. but you couldn’t live this life.

so when it got too heavy, you made the quick decision to leave. you’ve been changing so much, doing so much. moving out of the manor with all the necessary legal requirements was the tamest of them. you made all the proper requirements, choosing to call alfred after you moved out with just the slightest hesitance, worrying that he’d snitch you out in a way that doesn’t seem right. doesn’t justify your decisions.

and it’s after your budding malevolence for the lame-vigilantism stream of gotham’s legality is relocated from the estate’s concrete, and into the plywood of your apartment, can you really feel satisfied with yourself. when you hide a scrambling girl with a gun in her sleeve from the officer that knock on your door a minute later, can you feel satisfied.

admittedly, it is petty to be harbouring the same small-time criminals your family tries to turn over, but who cares? your friends are among the lot, those who couldn’t escape gotham’s gravity and leave, coming through your door with botched noses and empty barrels, and you wouldn’t turn them over. especially not to people who turned you away. there’s an ebb of sadness, a doubt that asks if you could have turned out different, and you squash it with the joy you get at seeing the vexed silhouettes of the caped crusaders perched on terraces from your window.

and with a tremendous stretch and a yawn, you pull yourself and your stiff joints out of thought, going to open the main door after a squealing notification from a regular visitor asking you to open the door. the people behind the door change, but at least they always come back.

it was troubling to say the least, when alfred informed bruce of (name)’s relocation. of course, he’d expected at least a little knowledge of it from the kid themselves, but didn’t dwell much on that. according to his accounts and alfred’s motionings, (name) was well and enough the age to own an apartment, own it legally and without trouble, and sludge through the days just fine, since they’d speak regularly with alfred.

he does bristle at your unsaved contact number, noting it from alfred and resolving to call you later. he does however send it to the kids as well, asking them to check in on you incase they haven’t recently. he doesn’t know if they met up with you after you left.

right now, he’s more focused on a little branched out gang that the commissioner, gordon, was troubled with. the week had been relatively quiet, spending patrol through stopping little crimes and such. offering a little assistance wouldn't take up any time, and was a productive way to spend little time too, according to him.

he went through witness files, the crimes all regular, as regular as they get. robberies, violent fights, keying cars (bruce purses his lips at the immaturity) and more. one case however, sticks out. the members of the gang, group even, considering their lower than low presence in the crime world all seemed to disappear right after making turns outside an apartment owned by an elderly estate manager. bruce deduced that it must be their hideout, but couldn’t really risk chasing them in, since the building was well occupied by civilians too and it’d be difficult to figure out their exact residence without prior investigation. not to mention, a little background check assured him that the man running the place was not affiliated with the people gordon was motioning at, other than the fact he presumably (and unknowingly) was housing them.

but what caught his eye was the disappearance of a girl near the same place. a profile by another victim of the gang’s mugging described her as somewhere around twenty years old, or just an exceptionally old looking teenager. according to the poorly kept case files one of GCPD interns, she was not identified among the regulars, and did not leave the building like the rest of them.

the whole thing was very mundane, low-profile, and her disappearance could also be swept away as just a reconsideration of career choices on her behalf. a new member, who decided quickly she didn’t want to be a part of it all. of course, that’s rarely ever the case in gotham, and could very well set a stage for a suspected murder, kidnapping.

first things first, simply a checkout of the place should be enough to confirm any further decisions that he’d tell gordon to carry through. in the meantime, he ought to check in with the league, the asylum, crime alley and nightwing. bruce can be described as paranoid, even if very few people can say it to his face.

he prefers being prepared. if not the strongest or the fastest, he can be the most prepared. maybe, he was prepared for this too.

“(name),” tim sighed, “won’t answer my message.”

bruce had put him to reaching out to his older sibling, over a number he’d spent a few minutes memorising before texting. dick, present at the time, insisted he called, but quit after getting a look.

he leaned over the back of the couch to see, staring into the chat. “let me see,” he prodded, “maybe you’re being too blunt,” tim raised an eyebrow at him, “not everyone can be as persuasive as me, you know”.

tim drake - 21:32

where are you

(name) - 21:43

tim

you moved out right

where’s your address?

(name)

why are you asking?

tim

can’t i?

dick cringed at the screen, exasperated as he asked “really? right in the face like that?”. tim just rolled his eyes, frustrated, a little embarrassed. “just scroll.”

tim - 21:45

sorry

where are you

(name) - 21:56

dude

why do you want 2 know.

tim

bruce wants to know

read

(name)??

read

“very suspicious,” dick proclaimed, poking his shoulder, “i can’t imagine why they wouldn’t tell you. so surprising.” tim frowned, taking his phone back and frowning “look, i tried didn’t i? but if they’re not responding, i’ll have to tell bruce,” he ran a hand through his hair, “i don’t think he’d be much less conspicuous about (name) not telling us their address.”

dick nodded. when he first moved to bludhaven, he’d wanted a start as his own man, without the help of the batman or bruce. maybe (name) wanted the same? tim shouldn’t have said bruce wanted to know, he thinks, could’ve played it off as a “i want to visit". he suggests the thought, only be faced with an awkward smile on tim’s face.

“i don’t know if that’d work,” a short reply, “me and (name) never really talked much. it’d be strange to just butt in like that.”

dick hummed, resting his chin on the couch’s head in thought while he spoke “me and (name) have… talked a bit. send me their number, i could ask,” he elbowed tim’s head gently, joking, “one-up you.”

“you don’t have (name)’s number?”

…

“never had the chance to get it.”

your thumb grows numb from pausing at an awkward position on your phone. stuck on the same chat for about six minutes. two new numbers messaging you on the same day, both from your brothers. you’d assumed it was a new phone from one of the girls, but the first was from tim’s saved contact, his personal one. of course, since you’d read the message, you had to respond, sending in an aloof question mark to dismiss him.

when the second one, an unsaved contact, messaged you with a whole lot of exclamation points after a waving emoji, you’d assumed it was a rebooted number of one of your guys. but no, of all people, it was richard grayson, your older brother. you weren’t daft when he sent in a message asking the exact same thing, your address, saying he “wanted to visit”.

did he take you for an idiot? you know it’s bruce who wanted to know, as stated so bluntly by your little brother. even if he did want to visit, you’d go five floors down hell before letting him come over. a thumbs-down reaction and shutting your phone off did what you wanted it to, slamming a figurative door in his face.

but what makes your whole body go numb and buzzing is when your bell rings. it’s out of habit of course, not a lot of people ring the door unless it’s the landlord or a visitor’s family member, with prior notification first. it could be just one of them, if it wasn’t nine in the evening. the only people who clocked in at this time were your friends, and they never rang the bell.

you peek through the keyhole, and your breath stills. it’s then when you back up from the door, cursing as an unnamed objecy clatters to the floor and miraculously, doesn’t break. you can hear the wooden plank of the floor outside tense, and you just know the person outside heard it. you can’t play off a “no one’s home” game this time, and considering who’s behind the door, you don’t assume she’ll leave peacefully.

you have to gather yourself, level your breathing, skim through quick backups depending on whether she’s looking for (name), her sibling, or (name) a crime affiliate. it’s been a minute, and you quell your nervousness, wiping your lips after biting them so hard, to open the door.

cassandra cain looks surprised, and her narrowing eyes make you nervous, even as you lean against the doorway. you pray she doesn’t read through that, giving her the blankest look you can, the same one you give to the neighbours when they come to complain about the noise.

silence. you speak up first.

“cass… andra,” you add, a slight hesitancy when you remember yourself, “hi?”

she tilts her head at you staring up with a look that could be described as innocent, if her lip didn’t unconsciously twitch when you glanced away for a second. gosh, even after having knowledge of her intellect, you’re still messing up. get a hold of yourself.

she drops her arms from where they were crossed, giving you a knowing look. yes, cassandra, i’m here, you want to say after deciphering that glare with a little trouble, holding it back. what’s she here for? you didn’t give anyone even an inkling of your whereabouts. did alfred snitch? but you never told him either. did bruce figure it out? no, you think morosely, you don’t think he’d do all that.

you try to play it off, a hand to your head, staring down with just the slightest feigned frustration, hoping she takes the hint. “look kid,” you say, voice carefully dry, “i’ve got shit to do, you need something?”, with a seconds’ hesitation, a little demeaning comment slipping out of your mouth before you can stop it, habit, “or are you girl scouting for bruce?”

nice. great way to go. not only does she know that you’re purposefully avoiding him but also that you don’t want him to know. your sister is incredibly adamant to being loyal to him, worryingly so, and you know she won’t let it go. you’re no trained mind-reader like her, if you can call it that, but even your heart rate spikes at the subtle tensing in her jaw.

she points at your apartment, careful, slow. and you frown, obviously. no, she can't come in. she drops it, looking away.

silence stretches on before she exhales sharply through her nose, taking a step back. she’s leaving, you understand anxiously. you know she won’t listen to you if you ask, know she won’t answer any of your questions either, but you try anyway.

“going off to tell bruce are you?” she pauses, turning around to face you again. you’re put off, straining the rest of the sentence so it doesn’t sound odd. you want to say, beg, don’t tell him, you want to say, snarl, get out. instead you just draw your shoulders in and return inside, shutting the door. man, you messed up.

bruce is only momentarily distracted by tim and dick’s hushed talking, weary of what they’re up to, before quickly focusing back to the apartment layout he’s handed by the owner of the building, a mister ford, after requesting for it through a burner account. cassandra’s there too, dressed in gear to leave for patrol in a bit, getting a head start before bruce does the same. he’d sent her out to check the place out, maybe set sights on figures she could suspect to be a part of the trouble he was reviewing earlier, time-pass assignments to sludge through the dullness of the evening.

and she comes back with results, circling an east facing room on the third floor on the flat plans. he can’t help but notice a slight moment of hesitance before she does though, turning to bruce with her grimacing full-face cowl, a silent statement. he thinks about asking her, but decides against it. if she’s worried for their safety, thinks them to be innocent, or doesn’t want them caught, she must want it for some reason. he’ll make sure the GCPD knows after sending gordon's intern the file later, in hardcopy via an open window or softcopy through yet another burner account.

but it’s then when he catches a stray hiss from tim, a “just tell him later,” and pulls away from the screen for just a second. “tell me what?” a brief sombre octave to his voice, he knows it’s not wise to leave tim, of all people, hiding something. especially not moments before patrol.

the boy just shrugs, shaking his head, “nothing important,” he lies, “err… bludhaven stuff.” dick blanches, gesturing in a “what the hell?” manner and cassandra inclines her head. bruce sends in the file, before turning around with the slightest frown to his face. if you have something unimportant to say, the unsaid message floats through the room, say it now, before patrol.

before tim can though, dick gets to it first, a hand to his head in perplexed motion; “you know how you told us to check in on (name)?”.

bruce responds plainly, “i asked tim.” dick’s lip turns downwards just a hint as he lets his arm down, “i’m getting to that.”

“(name) didn’t respond to his,” dick jabbed a thumb in tim’s direction, “message, so i tried. won’t answer mine either.”

“so, you don’t know where they are?” bruce finishes for him, a hand yo his chin in thought, “it’s fine, tim, dick, i’ll see to it later. carry on with patrol, and if you have the chance to, look for robin and tell him to return to the cave.”

it’s funny to dick how easily he slips between proper names and aliases, even if the surroundings are occupied only by associates. paranoid, he thinks, uselessly so. cassandra clears her throat, causing everyone to turn to her, glance in her general direction since she's so well hidden.

she points at the screen, the file sent to a contact with the police department’s logo as its profile picture. her voice is soft, but holds a small, uneasy reluctance to it.

“(name) was here.”

oh.

oh?

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kithtaehyung · 5 months ago

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holiday (3tan special) | myg

title: holiday pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2) | lollipop rating/genre: pg (18+) ; fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au, holiday au summary: from what you can gather, holiday gift exchanges are supposed to be pretty straightforward. but this one quickly escalates. because no one can follow directions. note: this is all thanks to the person that suggested a 3tan crew secret santa! they don’t do actual secret santa, but they do host a gift exchange. so enjoy this speedily but still tenderly written holiday special! i wanted to get it posted asap so that we could all have it during the holiday season. hope it helps lifting spirits in any way<3 warnings: yoongi looks like sin, but reader does too🤭, kissing, no one follows directions, but especially jimin, hella kissing, no fr jimin is chaos incarnate, sibling holiday woes, tense situations, tender moments, gift exchanges, dialogue heavy i’m so sorry, also not too edited i'm sorry again sdfkljdskl. reader is adorable y'all i wanna cry, 3tan crew being wholesome af drop date: december 27th, 2024, 8:37pm est word count: 8.1k bc i love y’all???

“Wait… I’m in this, too?”

Your brother winces while checking his phone, probably also seeing the texts that Jimin sent to a freshly created group chat. “Tae and Chim roped us in this time. But it’s cool if you don’t wanna.”

As you both don work attire in your foyer, you shake your head, one hand firm on your bag strap, “I don’t even know how they work.”

“I think we random draw names. Then just give a gift to whoever we get.”

Seeing the names and numbers in here, you’re already running through a lot of possibilities. Maybe too many possibilities. But you don’t wanna make things more complicated or awkward, so you quickly concede, “I mean.. I’m down if you are.”

“I guess it’s cool.”

Head lowered, you notice that your brother’s shoes are the ones you gave him for his birthday a couple years ago. Because those days are the only ones you both celebrate every passing run of three hundred and sixty-five. “At least we’re doing something this year.”

He chuckles to his feet. “Two years in a row.”

Your sad laugh tumbles and rolls next to his. “Wild.”

“Hey.” When he pauses, it’s to wait for you to look up. “If you ever wanna talk about it, we can.”

There are a lot of times in which you dismiss your brother. Because it’s just what siblings do.

This time is not one of them.

“Same,” you offer, the weight of the world dragging your smile down.

He gives you a hug, and you feel the luxury press of his suit as you lean in with scrunched brows.

Two years in a row.

Maybe things do suck less with time.

When you both head out the door to your cars, you wonder if your brother knows how much you appreciate him and his friends for including you in things. Even if you don’t show it as much as you need to.

Guess this time of year is a good place to start.

Work drags in the wake of oncoming holiday.

But you’re learning to appreciate the decorations around the office, including the little cards that coworkers have given you at your desk—despite your many protests that they didn’t have to.

When you look up, you start to notice other things. Like the way people smile just a little more. Or the way peppermint and cider waft around the building, smelling of sweet instead of spice.

You wonder if Jungkook has decorated the studio, too. Or if he recruited everyone else to help with decorations, which means that Yoongi and the guys had to fuss with lights and whatever else people spend money on.

Laughing to your many stacks of papers and documents, you start daydreaming of what it would be like to decorate the house.

Would you and your brother do it someday? You do admit that it’s kinda nice to look around the neighborhood. And when you went into the mountains last year, you concede that the surrounding town decor was pretty inviting.

Maybe your house would be a little brighter on the inside too if you both just…

You get a notification on your phone. When the screen brightens, you see that it’s for the app that shuffles you all for the gift exchange.

You have no fucking clue what you’re doing.

But here goes.

Opening and hoping you get someone that’s easy to please, you stare at your device and blink a few very hard times.

And after every time, you still get a name that has your heart quickening faster than reindeer working overtime. It’s reindeer, right? You think that’s cor—

“You okay?”

Snapping your head up, you notice that one of your coworkers stopped mid-stride to check on you. Staring at his candy cane tie, you try not to be distracted as you slightly cringe,

“What do I get a guy for the holidays?”

“Friend or lover?”

Well, that was not what you expected to hear!

When your jaw unhinges, you’re quick to snap it back into place. “Umm.”

“Oh, this is juicy,” he perks up, quickly settling into a nearby chair and resting a strong chin in his hand. “Tell me more, I got time.”

Laughing, you shake your head while pretending to type on your computer. “Nothing to tell.”

“That means you got a whole lot.” His eyes are way too shiny right now! “But alright, I’m gonna assume both. In which case, I suggest something nice.”

“Something nice?”

“You know, like. Nice nice.”

“It’s for a gift exchange, though,” you slump, hands stopping on the keys. Looking at his whole holiday ensemble, you divulge, “The money limit’s definitely not enough for nice nice.”

“Then fuck the limit?”

Your answer is more of a sound than a word.

But he does get you to consider, even if just for a little bit. “Maybe…”

“Fuck the limit,” he advises again. “He’s gonna dig that. Especially since everyone will see it.”

Your face falls from the snowy sky. “Everyone?”

“Uhh, yeah? You said gift exchange, right? Everyone sees what everyone gets.”

“Oh. Right,” you pretend to agree to your computer. Because no, you actually didn’t know that. “Guess it’s been awhile.”

“Well, that’s what makes it fun! Good luck.”

While you would normally agree, you have a whole hoard of conflicting feelings. Because while seeing Yoongi’s name on your screen is enough to get you giddy as hell, you know there’s a couple people that may not share the same sentiments. Especially if you gift him something nice nice.

In front of everybody.

However…

As your striped and jingling coworker strides away with a hum, you drum your fingers on your minimally decorated desk.

Maybe there is a way you can finess this.

After a few weeks, the day has come for not just one exchange, but two—your friends also decided to have your own. Because it’s the easiest format, you convinced them with logic, seeing their shock at you being the one to suggest the exchange in the first place.

When they asked if you were sure, you assured them that it was okay. And the way they all brightened told you that you made a sound decision. Even if they still seemed hesitant, you know it’s because…

You’ve never done this.

So as you observe everyone in your bare living room, you start to see how their presence alone illuminates the space, with gifts in shine and glitter painting the area in holiday colors.

This is nice.

“So… Uhh.” You clear your throat, watching everyone look at you at the head of your coffee table. “How do we do this?”

They all laugh before Taehyung explains, “So one of us goes first and says who we got before giving the gift—you can sit, you know.”

In the midst of more teasing, you settle onto the floor while exclaiming, “I’m nervous, okay! This is really new to me.”

“You have a gift to give, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Then you’re already doing great,” Reia assures, and you’re even more excited to give yours away. Because you drew her name.

But before you can say that, Taehyung continues, “So after someone gets their gift, they announce who they picked, and so on.”

“Pretty straightforward,” you observe. “I wanna go first!”

Dom cackles, “You just wanna get it out of the way.”

“And?” you question, grinning when you shoot up and grab your very amateurishly wrapped bag. “Okay, okay, I got…”

“This is adorable,” Yuri cuts in, and everyone’s agreement makes you suddenly shy.

“No! Don’t make fun.”

“We aren’t!” Taehyung reaches out to rub your leg. “Promise. Who’d you get?”

“I got… Reia!” You exclaim, raising your bag a bit as she yells with everyone. The sudden raise of noise gets you a little shocked, but hyped nonetheless. And maybe a bit nervous that your gift won’t live up to the excitement. “Sorry about the wrapping job.”

“What are you talking about, this is so good,” Reia soothes, smiling wide as she delicately takes out the folded paper. “Wow, the wrapping is nice?”

Dom chimes in as she leans in, “Yeah, this is too good. Did you watch videos?”

“Uh huh.”

Everyone laughs again as you keep your nose held high. Because sucky or not, you were not gonna half-ass your first ever gift exchange. With seasoned people, at that. No way.

When Reia opens the gift you carefully picked while perusing through a local music store, you watch with the anticipation of a small child, eyes wide and waiting. Hoping that the best outcome is the real outcome.

And when she quietly yells behind her hand, everyone cheers while asking what she got. When she turns the package around, they cheer even more, because it’s a guitar pick set in her favorite colors. And one that you knew was so, very much her.

She stands up immediately and opens her arms for a hug, and you blink before getting lovingly crushed.

“Thank you,” she whispers in your ear. “This is more than great.”

“Of course, babe,” you murmur back, feeling her jean jacket under your palms and a beating in your chest. “Thank you, too.”

The rest of the exchange goes off without a hitch, with you cheering with everyone and understanding the cues more and more. Everyone’s gifts are wonderful, and Yuri’s the last to go out of the five of you.

And she got your name.

You figured giving the gift would be the hardest part.

But somehow, this part is a lot harder.

Braving it anyway—because there’s ironically no time like the present—you carefully unwrap the thin package and stare at what’s inside.

It’s a photocard. But the picture is of the five of you, one that Taehyung took with his long ass arms while the four of you huddled behind him with drinks in hand. Around its edges are stickers, hearts and stars and cute little animals.

And it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Yuri rushes over to ask if you don’t like it.

“This is the best thing ever,” you choke out, and she smiles before laughing and tearing up, too. “I love us.”

“We’re the best, duh.”

“Got that right,” Dom adds to the air while Reia and Taehyung start cleaning up the wrapping scraps. “You like your first gift exchange?”

“I should’ve joined y’all sooner.”

“Joined us?” Taehyung looks up from the ground. “What do you mean?”

“Oh. I figured you guys do this every year.”

Tae looks at Yuri, who then looks at you again before very seriously admitting, “We’ve never done this, either. Not with each other.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She taps the back of your now most precious, most coveted photocard ever. “We didn’t even think about it since you wouldn’t be there.”

Smiling at your prized possession, you vow,

“I’ll be here now.”

Regarding all of them, you start to decorate your place in your mind. Seeing where all the lights go. Where all the little trinkets hang, or whatever. You don’t quite know how this goes just yet, but you do know there’s trees involved. So that’s gonna be figured out in a year’s time.

“I’m not missing this again.”

With bellies full of laughter and a little bit of cider, you and your friends head over to Jimin’s cul-de-sac.

Dom took the wheel this time, so you get to stare out the passenger side window, eyes reflecting golds and colors as you take in the surrounding lights.

Were they always this pretty? You don’t remember being so taken by electricity and staggering electric bills, especially the houses that go all out and cover every nook of their yard in lights.

But it’s a spectacle on every corner and street, and Jimin’s little half circle of houses keeps the holiday illumination alive.

“Uhh, I think we can park down there,” you point, noticing there’s some space a little bit beyond the street. It’s alarmingly next to where Yoongi had to park once, and you cherish that memory with stars in your eyes.

“Everyone have their gifts?”

“Tae, if anyone lost theirs on the way here, we have other issues.”

It’s a quick walk to Jimin’s, and the music around the house gets louder as you approach his entrance. There are people already set up in his open garage playing what you assume are card games, and everyone greets your group as you pop in to say hi.

“Hey!” Namjoon calls. “Y’all are late! Everyone’s inside.”

“We had our own party first,” you call out, struggling with your gift bags and food tray. “Can someone—”

Before you finish your ask, you smell nice cologne and feel a big presence at your side.

When you look to see who’s assisting, you slow in your motions before uttering a small,

“Thank you.”

Jungkook slightly smiles as he grabs your last bag. “Your perfume’s nice,” he compliments behind tousled bangs. Which makes you blink because that comment is more than hard to come by from him.

So you can only grin. “Just got it,” you explain as you follow your friends inside the house. “It’s a dupe, can you believe it?”

“Damn! It’s a good one.”

“I know,” you agree, very proud of your find. Taking the gift bags from his hands, you tilt your head. “Can you bring the tray to the kitchen?”

“On it.”

When you make your way to your friends at the front area, they all eye you with concern. But you wave it off and shrug off your coat to hang on the loan coat hanger—earning teasing and whistles.

“Shut up,” you groan, laughing with everyone before straightening the reason for the noises. It’s a dress you’ve been eyeing specifically for holiday parties. Because as soon as you started to shop for your gift exchanges, that quickly spiraled into shopping for outfits to wear to them. Did your coworker spook you into looking good because it was a public event? Maybe. Absolutely.

So you shopped around before finding a dress that even you knew you looked good in. And the past couple weeks were the longest stretches ever because of your anticipation to wear it again.

As you and your newest fit walk into the kitchen, you start to greet everyone, giving them hugs and smiling bright at their compliments. Because you feel good. You feel nice. Maybe you’re just drinking the holiday cheer and letting it consume you but you don’t care because it’s fun this time. This isn’t like any other year, and it’s wonderful.

But then.

Even the most wonderful moments have to come to a halt.

And yours crash when you see Yoongi.

Leaned back on one of the kitchen counters, his body appears relaxed in another damn black button-up, telltale silver chain hanging from a neck you wanna devour in front of the whole house.

He was already annoying last year. But this time, his hair’s longer, and made up with just the right amount of disarray and a little bit even tucked behind his ear.

Fuck, this is so much worse!

If he wasn’t so attractive and magnetizing, you’d have way less than ninety-nine problems. It would be a lot closer to zero.

But you make your way over to him anyway, because of course you would. Of course he knew you would, too.

“Hi,” you greet him, hands tingling with the desire to cup his beautiful chin and yank him in for a kiss.

But he greets you back while giving you a hug, not without giving you a very obvious once-over.

“Beautiful,” he whispers in your ear before pulling away, which can only make you babble out,

“What?”

He grins wide. “You look nice.”

Oh. Oh, he really did say that. Why are you surprised? Why are you always surprised? But you have to stay poised so you stick with a neutral,

“So do you.”

“Thanks,” he says with a sly curve, still leaning back on the counter with a drink in hand. “Say something else.”

“Goodbye forever,” is what you go with, back heating with his staccato laughs following your speedy retreat.

No, no, no. He cannot notice how excited you are to give him his gift. Your bubbling excitement needs to be projected elsewhere. Because you know you picked perfect. It’s something you know he’d appreciate.

But he cannot have his ego inflated anymore or else the house would float to the sky.

But fucking hell, he looks damn good and he knows it.

After an hour or so of socializing and keeping to your little friend circle, Jimin gets everyone together in the big living room to do the exchange.

“Okay! One, two… Okay, we’re all here, so. Who’s gonna start?”

When someone calls his name, the man grins and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m host.”

“So shouldn’t you be the one to start?”

“My house, my rules!” Jimin argues with zest, pointing to the guy that dared to challenge him, “So you go first.”

And that man just so happens to secretly be yours.

Shouts erupt around the living room, and you can mostly hear Hoseok and Seokjin since they’re closest,

“Go, Yoong!”

“Ah, Yoongi’s first for a change.”

Secretly and not so secretly, you’re hoping and wishing that he pulled your name. But the odds of that would be pretty slim if you pulled him, even though it was an even chance across the board.

But as he gets up from the arm of Jimin’s couch holding a small gift bag, you determine that maybe it’s best if he didn’t pull your name. Because you already had trouble opening Yuri’s gift. How the hell would you control yourself opening his?

“K, uhh. I got…”

Wait, he’s looking towards you from across the room.

Shit. Is it happening?

You?

“Taehyung.”

A pang of disappointment and relief shoots through your veins, even when you shout with everyone while watching Tae smile from his place right next to you.

Yoongi walks right up to your seats, which are really some extra fold-out chairs by Jimin’s decorated tree. And he smells so good. Why do you have to be close to him again?

But this moment is about Taehyung, so you watch as he opens the gift. When there’s a small box inside the bag, he opens that to reveal a nice, slim… wallet?

Wait, is that leather?

Your mouth drops as everyone’s up and raising questions already, and you can clearly hear Jungkook and your brother protest the highest,

“Wait, huh?”

“We set a limit for a reason!”

Yoongi’s hands stay in his pockets when he refutes, “It was on sale.”

“Nah, he’s lying!”

Taehyung doesn’t know what to say, so when he looks at you, it takes all your strength to encourage him neutrally,

“It’s so you! Deserved.”

Yoongi looks at you before asking your friend, “Is it okay?”

“It’s perfect,” Taehyung says, full of gratefulness. “I’m just shocked.”

Jimin and Shiv chuckle from one of the couches,

“Oh? He’s never shocked.”

“This is new.”

Yoongi smiles as Tae gets up to hug him, and you’re immediately okay not being the one receiving anything right now.

Because you don’t need anything from him.

All you want is his happiness.

Once the initial gift is given, everyone goes down the line. And you’re feeling a little lighter after knowing who Yoongi got. Also, you feel less and less awkward about your gift, since the chaos of Yoongi’s was only the beginning.

Because when Taehyung gifts your brother a chain, everyone’s up and yelling again while your sibling is shocked to hell.

On one end of the living room, Namjoon shakes his grinning head while Jungkook throws his back,

“Alright, there needs to be a penalty for the most expensive gift.”

“We obviously didn’t give a shit about the limit.”

Everyone’s laughter fills the house, even drowning out the faint holiday music floating from the surround speakers.

Immediately clipping on his necklace, your brother shouts, “Am I the only one that stuck to what we agreed on?”

“Sucks for who got yours then.”

Everyone starts laughing or reprimanding Yoongi for saying that—you with a cackle included.

But then your brother busts out a fucking watch for Shiv and everyone goes bananas.

At this point, Taehyung’s fully laughing behind his fingers on his forehead, and Jimin collapses on a gawking Yoongi when Shiv quite literally jumps up.

“What the hell? Dude, I can’t take this.”

“Yes, you can! And you will.”

Fingers are pointing in every direction while people are calling each other liars, and your brother laughs on like a gremlin.

But it’s all so adorable that your heart is squeezing. Shiv’s damn near tearing up. “I’ve been eyeing this one for forever.”

“I know! You wouldn’t stop running your damn mouth about that thing.” Your older sibling claps him on the shoulder. “You can shut up now,” he says with a grin, and Shiv gives him a big hug.

“Thanks, man.”

“Don’t sweat it.”

Shiv’s turn. And everyone is waiting for what he decided to gift.

Turns out he keeps the shenanigans going by gifting Jungkook a luxury tie set.

The blond’s jaw drops as he stares hard at the package. Looking up quick, he has to ask for sure, “A set, dude?”

“It was on sale!”

“Again?”

“Are we all gonna say the same lie?”

Everyone can’t hide their amusement, with creased eyes and fake annoyance in every seat. Jungkook can’t believe his luck, since he’s been telling himself to get dress clothes forever but hasn’t gotten around to it.

“You gotta dress like a man now, kid,” Shiv tells him with a bright smile. “There’s a lot coming now that you’re making it.”

A light bulb softly glows when you realize that Yoongi might need to do the same. Trying not to look obvious, you peek in his direction.

As he stares at the floor, you already know he’s mulling over the same thoughts.

But it’s Jungkook’s turn now, and you still haven’t gotten a gift yet.

So you’re waiting with all the air in your lungs.

As the blond teases his pick, the studio boys are quick to handle him as Yoongi only huffs.

“I got… I got… I got, I got, I got, I got—”

“Kook, just say it.”

“Always like this.”

“Jimin!”

Your heart beats again as the host pops up from his couch, everyone cheering as Kook meets him in the center. Around you, speculation from your friends mixed with a little laughter spikes,

“He probably stuck to the limit.”

“Definitely.”

“Jimin’s gonna be the only one left with—”

Cackles and screams rip as Jimin kicks his head back in laughter, because in his hands is a sleek white box that everyone recognizes.

This man got Jimin designer shades.

Your cheeks hurt as you react with everyone, giddy and bubbly with how absolutely ridiculous this whole night has gone. Everyone accusing each other of cheating, while all the while every single gift has been over the top.

You really don’t feel bad about revealing your gift anymore. Quite honestly, you almost feel more bad about it not being enough.

No. It’s enough.

Yours is the best and you stick to that.

Jimin takes the sunglasses out of the box and protective pouch, slipping them on and modeling immediately.

Oh’s and ah’s echo before his friends inflate his ego,

“Damn, you sure you aren’t a model?”

“You’re one step away.”

“He really is.”

He looks great and he knows it. And he carefully puts them back in their packaging before giving Jungkook a hug. They exchange conversation, and you can feel the latter’s smile as he laughs before sitting down.

Suddenly, you have the strongest intuition that you’re next. On Jimin’s turn. He’s getting out a very nice bag from behind a couch and your brain is firing off.

“Okay! The best gift is going to…”

You were right. He calls your name.

Smiling, you shakily stand as Jimin approaches, a twinkling look in those features glowing in incandescent lights.

Eyes on you. Many eyes.

A little overwhelmed, you thank him before sitting down. Because it’s much easier to do this while on a solid, structured surface.

“Hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

Best gift? What could Jimin possibly mean by—

Your scream shoots out as you clamp the bag shut because no fucking way you saw what you just saw in there.

Jimin’s laughing his ass off but it’s not funny.

“Jimin, what the fuck!” Now you know how Shiv felt and he is absolutely valid for his reaction. “I can’t accept this.”

People are concerned around you, and you quickly think they may have the wrong idea.

“What did he get?”

“What’s in there?”

Quelling some thoughts, you explain, “It’s a box.”

“Okay?”

You just gotta say it. They’re all gonna know as soon as you take it out anyway. So you breathe out,

“…It’s Dior.”

It’s the loudest it’s been all night, even though your friends are completely speechless. All the guys are up in arms and Jia’s scream for penalty can be heard through the chaos,

“What!”

“Where’s my Dior?”

“What the fuck?”

“Jimin…”

“Okay, that is way over limit! That’s cheating!”

“Penalty!”

Jimin’s sneaky smile as he turns around doesn’t help, “You know I get everything for less.”

“So?”

“Still, what the hell, man!”

You know Jimin works there. You do. But this is still making your limbs jelly and you can’t even speak.

There’s no way Dior is passed around at every gift exchange.

“You deserve it. For dealing with him.” He looks at your brother, but the look in his eyes is too sparkly to be completely truthful. Does he mean Yoongi? Or is he being serious?

Of course, your sibling throws out a droning, “Wow.”

After lots of shaky unboxing, you reveal a stunning bracelet, your friends bending down around you to gawk at how brilliant it is. Dancing in your fingers, this piece shimmers and gleams, and every single person is quiet.

Guilt. You feel guilt.

And you can’t even look at the reason why.

“Whatever you’re feeling, don’t. It’s okay.”

You’re tearing up because it’s way too nice. Which proves worse because you also feel bad for crying for the sole fact that Yoongi’s watching. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea.

You get up to hug him. “I… This is really nice, Jimin. Thank you.”

“Stop by the store sometime,” he offers with a smile. “Maybe I can slip more in your purse.”

“Easy,” your brother eyes him.

“So are we all getting fancy gifts or what?”

“Nope! Ran out of my discount, sorry.”

“Wow.”

When you finally glance around, everyone’s either a mix of shock and awe, visibly confused, or just jealous and wondering what the hell just happened.

Meanwhile.

Yoongi straight up looks like he’s holding his tongue.

And you suddenly feel really bad.

Hopefully giving him his gift will make up for what just happened. Even though you’re going after the hardest hitter of the damn night, this one’s special.

But who are you kidding? People are definitely gonna talk in private about Jimin’s little gift.

So now you have to try and mend this while acting like Yoongi’s just your brother’s friend. Cool. Awesome.

“So...”

Just try your goddamned best.

“Yoongi is mine.”

…Wait.

Your secret looks your way immediately while everyone snaps their heads to him.

What the fuck did you say?

Wait wait wait wait what did you fucking say?

Flapping your arms, you reach for words while everyone starts teasing, “Oh, god. I mean—I have Yoongi—I mean, wow. Hold on.”

Fucking fuck fuck, he’s grinning.

Thank the lord above for someone cheekily asking,

“First time at a gift exchange?”

You look away from the laughs while trying to compose your grin of embarrassment. Get it the fuck together, this is peak time to get it right.

“God. Okay.” You look down at your bag. All of its carefully folded and primped paper, the delicate folding inside. “For the gift exchange,” you clarify with a forced firm tone, “I got Yoongi.”

You feel Dom try her damned best to hide her laugh. And you know for damn sure Jimin and Taehyung are thoroughly amused right now.

All the oh’s sounding off in the living room are already enough to set your ears smoking. Your brother’s voice can be heard, but you know that’s for a specific reason.

Everything had to be carefully calculated, after all.

You walk up to him, and you cannot—absolutely cannot—look too long at the way he’s looking up at you. Him sitting in any capacity is enough to drive you up a wall, but now? When he looks so freshly fitted and prepping to tease you about all this later? You can barely think straight.

“I don’t think I can beat Jimin’s gift,” you sigh to his curious eyes. “But it’s a little too late to change.”

His smile turns so soft. He shouldn’t be the one comforting you right now when you probably broke a little of his heart. “It’s all good.”

Keep going.

Cleaning your clogged throat, you brave the crowd and breathe before starting again, “Anyway. This is kinda from both of us, but I picked it because I have better taste.”

“Hey, what the hell?”

Ignoring your brother’s protest, you watch as Yoongi softly opens the gift before pulling out a basketball jersey.

Of his favorite player.

“Holy shit.”

Shouts start erupting behind your back as you laugh, your sneaky gift joining the rest of them.

“Hello? That’s way too much!”

“That’s over the limit for sure.”

You wave your hands frantically among their teasing arguments, and your brother chimes in on your side. “I didn’t know what to get!”

“So you got a real jersey?”

“Relax, y’all. It’s from both of us.”

“Wait, which one’s Lillard again?”

“Damian,” Yoongi softly says in awe. “How’d you know?”

You can only blink, smiling faltering by the slightest amount.

Fuck, he’s gonna be cheeky right now? Knowing you know and exactly how you know? Cuddled up with him in his bed as he shows you highlight reels and tells you the guy’s whole story and that he happens to be a rapper, too?

Looking back towards your brother, you explain, “Well... He gave me a list. And I just picked off vibes.”

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle so much when he grins. “Good choice,” he compliments with creased eyes. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!” You say back with a little too high of a pitch. “But tell him he still owes you a gift. This doesn’t count for him.”

“Uhh, it sure as fuck does!”

Yoongi breaks eye contact to shout behind you, “Didn’t you already tell me you got me something?”

“Yeah, it was that!”

“What a lie,” Yoongi says through a smile.

“Yeah, I did,” your brother surrenders. “The shoes are in my bag. Okay, next!”

Hilariously, two pairs of people end up getting each other. Yuri’s older sister Jia got Seokjin, who also drew her name—to the slight angst of your brother, you imagine.

And Hoseok ends up getting Namjoon. Which turns out being twice as funny because they both got each other the same pair of earphones. You can’t breathe with how hard you cackle with everyone, and your heart skips when you catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s eyes across the room.

By the end of the exchange, everyone’s bellies and cheeks sting from laughter, and every eye in sight has twinkles embedded inside.

Throughout the night, everyone starts branching off into different groups. You and your friends talk in the kitchen, and both in and out of the house, there’s groups of games and conversations.

The holiday decorations everywhere shine bright. Enveloped in the music, you keep looking at the lights, feeling happy but a little bittersweet.

You really wanna set the record straight with Yoongi. You had no damn clue that Jimin was gonna give something like that, much less in front of everyone.

The fact that you haven’t been in the same room for a bit makes it worse. What could he be thinking right now? You can’t tell because he’s nowhere in sight.

Screw it. You’re gonna at least text him. There’s no way you can survive the night if you’re gonna plague your own head without checking in with him.

Fishing out your phone, you sidestep away for a second to type something quick.

You [10:38pm]: i know it’s not dior.. but hope you like your gift :’))

Yoongi [10:38pm]: You know I do. It’s perfect, doll.

Well. He texted back super quick.

Maybe he’s really okay? Maybe he and Jimin already talked it through?

Then again.. Yoongi didn’t look happy at all during the big reveal. To the point where he was actively showing emotions you rarely get to see.

But if he says he likes his gift, that’s a good sign.

You [10:42pm]: i can’t believe jimin did that

Yoongi [10:42pm]: That was bold.

You [10:42pm]: seriously!!!

Hmm. So he didn’t know. That’s even more surprising than him knowing, now that you think about it.

You’re called over to get another round of food, and you turn down the initial invite but stay around as they get more to eat.

When you see a tray that smells way too good, you do break and get a piece anyways.

“Yeah, those are amazing,” Yuri chirps. “Shiv made those.”

“Really?” Dom grabs a couple pieces. “Lemme try these then.”

“You’re gonna want more.”

As you find a place outside to eat, you stand next to the heater while conversing with Taehyung. It’s adorable how you can tell how excited he is about his gift, turning it in his hand before pocketing the leather again.

“It’s so nice,” you compliment.

“He knows how to pick, I guess,” Tae smiles, looking at you and making you shy. Because hello? There’s no way he’s gonna be bringing that up tonight.

When you silently mouth for him to shut up, he grins like a madman. Glancing down at your hands, he suddenly asks, “Are you gonna put that down?”

“No,” you say with a tiny pang of guilt. “Afraid not.”

“Mm.”

Your phone buzzes again, and you’re thankful for the interruption.

Yoongi [11:09pm]: Guess I have to do better😔

Instantly, you take that gratefulness back.

You [11:09pm]: NO!! you don’t have to worry about me at all

Yoongi [11:10pm]: I can’t lose to you

You [11:10pm]: trust me, i just…

You think about sending the other text or not. But you do anyway.

Taehyung sees the look in your faraway face, but doesn’t comment as you peer down again.

You [11:11pm]: i just wanna see you happy

That’s all you want. If he��s happy, you’re happy. So it sucks to have part of the night come as quite the shock.

Interestingly enough, though.. Someone else in the house should also be pretty upset about your gift, and you haven’t seen Jimin cornered by him yet.

Unless your brother is just deciding to be courteous and beat his ass after everyone leaves.

Yoongi [11:13pm]: Then come over here

You’re not gonna argue with that.

So when your friends finish their plates, you suggest you all head into the garage. It’s already rowdy before you open the door, so the sounds get booming loud when you all enter.

Looks like everyone is blowing their money on other things tonight, too. The gifts were the nice part of the party; now everyone is fiending to take everyone’s cash.

“Damn, Yoongi’s clearing me out.”

“Told you not to go all in.”

“He did.”

As the cold weather rolls in, you watch as the games go on, with heaters humming with energy and your brother’s friends radiating competition.

No wonder Yoongi wanted you in here.

He’s on a damn roll.

As everyone groans after another win, Namjoon and your brother are in tatters,

“Yoong, what the fuck!”

“You hiding cards in those sleeves?”

“I told you!” Yoongi boasts, “Don’t get too cocky.”

“Says him.”

“Cocky, my ass.”

When you laugh, you earn a tiny glimpse of his eyes. But as his vision falls to your hands, you’re quick to look away, out into the night to look at all the lights instead.

Shit.

After some time passes, you find yourself alone on a balcony. Yet again. Cold wind blows through your coat, chilling you but making you feel alive. Too alive in this moment. Too aware.

The holidays aren’t so bad this time around. But you do need to set this one thing straight before things go a little sideways with Yoongi.

If he’s upset, you don’t want him to be. Even if he doesn’t say it, you want him to know you’re considering his feelings. There’s some things you just can’t control.

So you wait for Jimin, telling him earlier to meet you up here for the best chance at privacy.

When you hear the door opening, you see him come through, hair lifting in the breeze and his lips in a slight curve.

Get right to it. “Jimin, I—”

“Isn’t it so nice tonight?”

Stopping, you settle into a smile, watching him walk up to stand next to you before you both look into the night. The neighborhood glows beneath your feet, and everyone in the backyard mingles while puffs of air leave their lips.

“It really is,” you say with a smile, clutching the gift bag in cold fingers. Because you haven’t let go of it ever since it was given to you—it’s way too expensive. You’ve been guarding it all night.

Which is why you need to hand it back to the one who gave it to you. “We haven’t done something like this before, so.. It’s a nice change of pace.”

Jimin turns before realizing something. “Oh. I meant the weather.”

Embarrassed, you let out a laugh while his eyes crease. “Ah. That, too.”

“Got deep real fast.”

“Jimin!”

Both of you puff out laughter as you look down, just in time to see someone gazing right up at you. Someone that makes your heart squeeze on sight.

Oh, shit. Is he gonna get the wrong idea again?

You need to do this quick. Yoongi can’t be let down more than once tonight.

Sighing, you start to hold up the bag again. “Thank you—”

“He’s lucky you came around when you did.”

“Huh?”

Jimin leans on the railing before eyeing you with a smile. “You don’t even know, do you.”

“I don’t…” When you look below, Yoongi’s not looking anymore. And you panic. “Jimin, thank you. But I seriously can’t take this.”

Why does he look so calm? Why does he keep acting like this isn’t a big deal? “You can.”

“No, really. I—”

“I may have gone too far this time.”

Your eyes still as you breathe out a confused, “...What?”

Jimin’s face is dusted with peach in the cold, and you get a good view of his jawline as he peers down below with a regretful curve. “I kinda tricked him,” he admits. “Into picking your gift for the exchange.”

The shock you feel prevents you from even blinking. How the hell can this get even more overwhelming? “What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I got some good discounts.” Jimin turns around to lean against the railing. “So I thought it would be fun to rope him into getting you something.”

When he laughs to the chilly night sky, you don’t join him—the shock is preventing you from doing anything.

“Didn’t think he’d pick a whole bracelet, though. Made for one hell of a gift exchange pick.” He looks at you at a tilt. “You like it, right?”

Even if Yoongi was the one to pick out the jewelry, Jimin still had to purchase the damn thing. And even with his discount, it’s still expensive as hell. It has to be. You haven’t let go of the bag once because you don’t want to lose it. “But you still had to pay,” you blurt out. “I’ll find a way to pay you back if you aren’t gonna take it.”

“I didn’t pay for it, either.”

Your heart stops.

Full on halts.

When he turns his head, he looks toward the sky in thought. “Well, I did secretly pay the exchange limit. But..” He straightens before staring back at your absolute silence, dropping the biggest surprise of the whole night,

“Yoongi paid the difference.”

The sudden sob that leaves your throat startles him immediately, and he rushes forward to put hands on your shoulders. “Hey, hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just—”

The sound of a door slides open, and you turn to see your favorite, favorite, favorite person walking through. You must look like a wreck but you don’t care, don’t care, don’t care.

“I’ll leave you both to it then,” Jimin says to your watery eyes before squeezing, heading out to give you both the quiet space you need.

But Yoongi clutches his arm as he walks by, and you hold your breath as he stares him in the eye, voice burning with a steady glow,

“Don’t pull that shit again.”

“I know,” Jimin agrees without pause. “I owe you one.”

“No one comes up here then.” Yoongi releases him slow. “Until I come back down.”

The host of the night shares a quick hand clutch before assuring, “You got it.”

Bag clutched tight in your hands, you watch in wonder as Yoongi approaches you with a quiet determination. His presence alone makes your heart beat warm and soft, but you cannot stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks.

All you can ask as he gets close is a wondrous, “Why..?”

“He’s a very persuasive salesman.” When you wipe your eyes, he helps with a little look of tenderness. Though there’s still some frustration evident in his features. “But I didn’t know it would be for tonight.”

“Oh, shit,” you sigh. “Why did he do that?”

“I’m not sure.” Yoongi holds your chin, rubbing your frosty cheek with a handworking thumb. “Taehyung didn’t know he’d do it, either.”

“Tae knew, too?”

“Yeah. He thought I had it, not Chim.” He sighs to the side, hair lifting slightly in the breeze. “I almost stood up when you screamed.”

Your heart shrugs off some chill. “Really?”

Yoongi nods before looking up with scrunched brows. “It took all of me to keep my ass down. Honestly, I’m still pissed the fuck off.”

You believe that. One hundred percent, you believe that. Because you’ve never seen him talk to Jimin like that before tonight.

Reaching to cradle one of his cheeks, you feel how cold he is before whispering to soothe, “Tell me how you wanted it to go.”

When Yoongi looks at you, your lips curve into a small smile. Peppered with a bit of your tears and willingness to make him feel better.

He softly grips your hand on his face before turning to kiss your fingers. Voice low, he reveals, “I was gonna take you straight to dinner. After you got off work one day.” Another set of kisses makes your fingers both hot and cold. “Then I would’ve faked needing something from the studio. And you would’ve gotten it there.”

“Oh…” You blink as your vision blurs. “That’s…”

“Among other things.”

At his suggestive look, you playfully pat his jacket. But your heart starts leaking from your eyes.

Because you just want it all to be out already. Just everything. Everything, everything, everything, you’re so tired of keeping it under wraps.

“What’s wrong, doll.”

“Nothing,” you sob. “I’m just… I didn’t know, and… This is a lot.”

You’re overflowing with emotions. From all the experiences you’ve had tonight to this very moment, everything has been wonderful and magical and there’s nothing quite like this feeling. But you’re also so embarrassed because he definitely brought out much bigger guns than you did.

Sniffling into his jacket, you whisper, “Thank you… You got me something timeless. This is so much cooler than my gift.”

“No! Yours is great, are you kidding me?”

“It’s a jersey… That’s much less cool.”

“Mm... You also called me yours.” When you freeze completely, Yoongi's shoulders bob with his pride. “Gotta say, that was the highlight of the night."

“Oh, shut up!" When you groan into his clothes, you feel him laughing through his chest. And it's one of your favorite feelings in the world.

Shoulders slumped, you heavily yearn,

“I want it all out now. Everything.” You squeeze him closer. Closer, closer, closer. “I want everyone to know it was from you.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, though you do feel his heart beat a little faster. When he finally answers, you close your eyes. “I know I said this last time, but.. Next year. For sure.”

“Can we decorate, too?”

Yoongi looks into your starry eyes. “You wanna?” When your nod is quick, he laughs. “Guess I don’t have a real choice then, huh?”

“Nu uh.” You squeal as he hauls you into a full kiss, squeezing you in his arms and more tears out of your eyes. “Wait!”

When he tilts his head, you grin at his adorable quirk. “Let’s do it anyway.”

“Huh?”

Holding up the bag, you cheekily suggest, “Everything you said. Let’s do it.” Biting your lip and feeling the chill on your ears, you finish, “There’s a new place I wanna try with you anyways.”

Yoongi just stares, smile unsure but huffing amusement from his nose. “You sure?”

“Duh! And I’ll act even more surprised, just for you.”

Your giggling is purely born from excitement. Because you can’t wait to take him somewhere you know he’ll enjoy, too. And you get to see the studio? It’s gonna be a fantastic—

You’re brought into a tight hug before your thoughts finish. The bag between you crumples a tad, but you’re more focused on the way your head is moved for a soul-tying kiss.

Warmth and gold and sparkles burst from your chest as you’re completely taken by Yoongi’s lips, and you start to feel your house inside change. It’s festive. It’s decorated. It’s made just for you and him.

You've never been one for this season. But getting to spend it with Yoongi two years in a row? It's becoming one of your favorite times of the year.

“I just…” he murmurs to your features before gripping you close. “Thanks, babe.”

“Thank you,” you whisper into his handsome features. “Once you give it to me for real, I’m gonna wear it everywhere.”

“Please do. Get my money’s worth.”

When you both laugh, your affection leaves in puffs of white. And you give him a more tender kiss than the first.

You feel so at home it hurts. But it hurts because your heart is so full you can’t fit it all. All the love for everyone that fills that hole in your life that you and your brother have had for years.

You’re gonna tell him one day. And it’s gonna rip you apart.

But you hope everything will be okay. This time next year, all of you will be okay. More than okay.

When you lean in close, you whisper something you’ve never really said to anyone. But you’re gonna try to start, even if you aren’t quite familiar with it yet. It’s a good year to start, start, start.

“Happy holidays, Yoongi.”

His lips spread slow before giving one more kiss to your chilly nose. And every anxious feeling floats away in the frosty breeze.

“Happy holidays, doll.”

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a/n: happy holidays, merry christmas, happy new year to everyone that celebrates! just wanted to get this one out for the ones needing a little bit of cheer around this time. we learn quite a bit about some of the crew's backstories and where they work now, huh. is this a pocket universe, too? who really knows! but it all flew out of my fingers as soon as we got the suggestion, so thank you again to that anon message! a/n 2: thank you to everyone that's stuck with me and 3tan this year. it's been a rough one, but i also wanted to post this one to let you all know i'm still here. 3tan will forever stay with me, and i have not ever forgotten it. not one day goes by where i don't think about it, or y'all, or them. trust me. also, stay on the lookout for some physical copy interest checks! we are getting closer and closer to 3tan copies being A Real Thing! ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ more links: ⇥ masterlist ⇥ three tangerines masterlist

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tac-the-unseen · 11 months ago

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How would bubba, micheal and hannibal react tk a reader who is extremely shy and has social anxiety . They rarely speak louder than a whisper, are easily scared or intimidated, they struggle to stand up for themself and need to wear headphones in public so they don’t get panic attacks

( if you don’t feel comfortable with the social anxiety you can just remove it and just make them shy, i really don’t mind)

Slashers x Socially Anxious! Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Micheal wholeheartedly doesn't care what you do or what you say

•If you never want to speak again, cool

•If you never want to speak to a human again, great

•If you never want to leave the house again, even better

•And that's totally not his possessiveness talking

•He has no problem going out and stealing groceries from neighbors if you're not feeling up for the task

•Stay home as long as you need

•He really likes to just have you around

•He would love to have you stay in all day and watch old cartoons

•in conclusion: do what you want

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•It's fair to say Billy and Stu have enough voice for the three of you

•If they know you well enough, they'll fill in the blanks for you

•Do you whisper when you talk? Cool, They practically scream (eh? Eh? :D)

•You originally thought that your party animal partners wouldn't like you ditching their parties

•But that's both true and false

•Yes they would love to have you there, But if you don't feel comfortable you can just stay in Stu’s room

•Also there is less of a chance of you being hit on

•(totally not because they're possessive everything)

•If you need to wear headphones in public, Stu will ask if he can decorate them with stickers

Thomas Hewitt:

•He’s not anxious so to say, he just can't say anything and his appearance often frightens people

•It's almost perfect that you don't want to leave the house, that means you can focus on cleaning and general house maintenance with him!

•He has brothers to go outside

•Don't want to talk? He doesn't talk at all, perfect!

•He is perfectly content with you Just existing!

•He wholeheartedly believes your perfect and made for him

•Luda mae accepts you into the family immediately

•She shows you the ropes and has enough chatter in her for the both of you!

•shows you how to knit and crochet if you don't already know

Bubba Sawyer:

•When he first met you he was a little confused on why you weren't talking

•But then he finally came to the conclusion that you're just like him!

•He too is shy and has a hard time communicating

•safe to say he gets very excited to find out there's someone else like him

•despite how anxious you are he introduces you to all the family immediately

•You quickly become his new obsession

•He wants to know everything about you, do you share similar interests? Do you share the same family values? Were you raised similarly?

•everything

•His brothers are very pushy and if you struggle to stand up for yourself, He'll do it for you

•Bubba didn't come to play!

•Chop acting too aggressive? He gets runs away with his tail in between his legs When he sees Big Bubba making a beeline in his direction

Sinclair Brothers:

(Putting them all together because the response is basically the same)

•there's no one in Ambrosia except the three of them and the occasional tourist

•And they'll be damned before they let you go near randos

•Don't feel like talking? They live with Vincent, who doesn't speak at all. You'll fit right in

•want to go outside, but not really? Go to Bo’s Shop or take a ride in Lester's truck!

•All the boys are just happy you're giving them some ounce of attention

Billy Lenz:

•Omg! He gets anxious too! You guys have so much in common!!

•Don't want to leave the house?

•Fabulous, stay up in the attic forever

•You can steal food from the shared pantry and never have to talk to anyone ever again

•While he does offer to have sex multiple times, he is content with you just being there (just remember how clingy he is)

•teaches you how to sneak through walls and hallways to go unnoticed by the sorority sisters

Brahms Heelshire:

•Perfect

•His absolute dream

•Please don't ever leave

•Really, who's out there that you need to be talking to?

•Everything you need is right here

•Let the grocery boy leave the bags at the door, he'll get them once the guy leaves

•Therapy? If you need someone to talk to he's always available! Why on earth would you need to go and talk to somebody else, A stranger even!?

•No no no! You're all his!

•You're his best friend, you can't go! He won't let you!

Hannibal Lecter:

•Two ways this could go

1) He tries to help you overcome your anxiety

2) He wants to make it so bad you never leave your room

•If he decides to help you that would include him taking you to all his parties, Operas, running errands, and walks around the town

•If He decides to make it worse He'll telling lies about people's reactions, lie about people not liking you, tell you that you should just stay home so he (The only one that loves you) can take care of you

•Hannibal is not below manipulating conversation to make it sound like you're unlovable

•He'll make an elaborate birthday party for you just to invite no one and say that they all didn't show up because they don't like you

•Hope you're ready to spend every day being reminded that you're so unlovable and unwanted!

•God, aren't you so lucky to have found the one person in the world willing to be around you!?

Will Graham:

•He's antisocial, He wants to stay home too

•He has no problem playing ‘provider’ While you handle the dogs

•He'll bring over the leftovers from Hannibal's dinner parties

•He does suggest you see Hannibal to work out some of your problems, But leaves that up to you

•He will occasionally try to pull you outside and take a nice walk or go fishing

•Don't feel like talking? Don't, problem solved

•He doesn't want to talk either

•Need headphones in public? Cool, whatever

The Lost Boys:

•with everyone in Santa Carla having big and bold personalities, finding someone that will really just wants to be left unnoticed makes them even more noticeable

•The four of them spotted you immediately

•Once they get to know you They offer you a ‘tour’ of the cave

•by tour they mean, “It's really so cozy and comforting! Do you want to stay for the day? Perfect”

•They immediately rope you into living with them, And because of how anxious you are there's no one else for you to talk to

•David loves to think of himself as a provider

•If you do end up wondering outside, You have scary dog privileges x4 (Paul and Marko have both barked as a joke)

•You always have at least one big scary vamp at your hip

•want to just sit with the bikes while they run around? Okay, No one touches their bikes anyway.

Thanks for reading <3

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mediumgayitalian · 5 days ago

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Will likes to be praised. True / False

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The first theory he tests he is so sure of he barely bothers with a notebook. There is a paper, crumpled into his pocket. And a broken pencil.

"Hey," he says, appearing next to Kayla, who yells in surprise, "I have forty dollars for you."

She recovers quickly. "American?"

"No, Icelandic." He pulls several crinkled ones and fives he hustled out of the Hermes cabin last week. "Obviously American."

"Good, good." Kayla counts them obnoxiously, rolls them, and tucks them in her pocket, turning back to Nico. "What can I do for you, Scrooge McDuck?"

"I need you to switch your archery block with me and not tell Will," Nico says, ignoring the insult. "No further questions allowed."

"No questions will be an extra seven dollars."

"What? No way!"

"One dollar per question, Tony Stark." She scowls. "Curse our society for making rich characters cool. I'm trying to insult you."

Nico really considers telling her to stuff it. One dollar per question is a ridiculous rate and he refuses to pay on principle.

However.

There is no way he is getting the forty dollars he has already given to her back, so.

"Your bloodline will be cursed a generation per bill," mutters Nico darkly, counting out the bills. He is in fact short, and has to reach through the shadows to the loose panel under Cecil's bed and borrow a few quarters.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright." She squares her shoulders, staring up at him. She has a way of appearing as if she is six feet tall, when in fact she is four-foot-three. "I will do this for you. But note: I don't need that archery practice." She plants her feet on the ground, tilts her chin up, and stares. Nico realizes abruptly that this is not playfulness on her end, this is not the character she plays when they have these such interactions — her face is darkly serious, mouth drawn into a thin line. "I think it's funny what you're doing, di Angelo. But my brother is sensitive. This better not be a joke."

Nico's eyes widen. "It's not. I — swear, Kayla, I'd never do that."

She nods. "Good."

She makes a show of slinging her bow, stalking across the common with the sun glinting off her arrows. Nico is under no such delusions that it is unintentional. He watches her gather her siblings, rushing them away between the stables and strawberry fields before Will notices.

Nico breathes deeply, shaking himself. Will steps finally out of his cabin, tripping down the last porch step, and the confused little pout on his face is so obvious Nico can see it on the other side of camp.

He jogs over to the archery range, grinning.

Five minutes later, as he's setting up the last target, Will wanders over.

"Nico? Do you — have you seen the kids?"

The kids— the fourteen and twelve and nine and seven year olds that he, sixteen year old, mother-hens. The kids.

"There has been a change of plans," says Nico evasively. He clears his throat. "I, uh, thought we could spend a period together."

Will smiles a soft, pretty thing, squinting his eyes around the edges. "Change of plans, huh?" His smile turns cheeky. "Wanted to be alone with me that badly?"

Part of Nico curls and twitches at the tease, balks and flushes up to his roots. But the bigger, more curious part of him stops, relaxing his shoulders and softening his brow into something genuine, something determined. He holds the silence between them, curling it like rope, and says:

"Yes."

And then he waits.

There is no glowing red, not yet. There is a flash of surprise in Will's bright eyes; the blue narrows as his pupils dilate, as his blond blond eyebrows snap up to his forehead and breath nicks sharply along the back of his throat. But he recovers, or at least tries to, and busies himself with a practice quiver.

"Oh," he says, pressing his finger into an arrowhead. The tight skin of his fingertip snaps and beads a sphere of red, which he stuffs quickly in his mouth, sucking gently. Nico fights back the twitch of his own mouth and a comment about sepsis. When Will speaks again, his voice is quiet. Almost shy. "I'd like that, Nico."

Nico shivers. The hard k of the turn in his name sounds good in Will's mouth. Nico wants to press his ear to Will's throat, to feel the beat of it in his eardrums.

Instead, he grabs his own arrow, his own quiver.

He will always be clumsy in archery. Part of it is simply physiology — he does not have the armspan for it — but most of it, he feels, is the discipline. Archery is measured breathing, it is laying in wait, it is distance and sharp eyes and a bow string taut against your eye that can hurt you as much or more than your enemies if you twitch one muscle out of place. Archery is friendly fire and airborne plague. Archery is a thousand raining arrows, shot by one man — there is power, in archery, in the way there is power in a cook, in a janitor. Unassuming and easily equipped. It is not the discipline Nico knows, of the bellowed yell and the double-fisted blade, of closeness enough to your enemy to see the sweat on her skin and hate in her eyes. The heaviness for archery comes later, counting the arrows parallel to the ground, the half-cross graveyards released from your two pointer fingers.

Archery is for the tall, borne from willowtree bark.

He tries, though, matching his shots with Will's. Matching their breathing, the wideness of their stances; every time Will inhales, so does Nico, every time his arrow kathunks in the pupil of the target's eye, Nico's follows in the sclera.

A dozen in, he stops, turning to watch his friend. Will doesn't notice, exhaling, still, for ever release, inhaling for every line-up. Blinking only when shadow passes over the bright sun.

It is a rare thing for Will to stand at his full height.

He is still when he shoots. Aside from the blink of his eyes, every shot is lined up for entire infinite moments: muscles locked, hands steady, fletch clutched between his middle and pointer fingers. He exhales, once, and the arrow flies neatly and cleanly through the dead center of the target, and there is a half-second of movement where he turns, lining up the next one. But then he is still, again. Quiet. Measured.

"You're good," Nico says, quietly.

He sees first the defensive curl of Will's shoulder, the immediate, reflective frown. The I am not! pre-written on the tip of his tongue. But there is something, maybe, in the ease of Nico's stance, or maybe in the quirk of his lips. He keeps his eyes relaxed and open, meets his searching gaze.

"Bullseye after bullseye," Nico repeats, in answer to Will's unasked question. "I hit, like, two." He flicks his eyes over the dozens of targets, appraising. "You're good with a bow, Will."

Maybe he can hear the truth in Nico's voice. Maybe his affection is obvious. Maybe it is the use of his given name, stretched in the cavern of Nico's mouth: Will rocks back on his heels, huffing, and his pretty, rounded face burns.

"I'm — okay, barely!"

Nico smiles indulgently. "'Okay' hits seventeen straight targets?"

Will sets his stubborn jaw when he argues. It is different, significantly, when he cannot decide what to do with his heated cheeks. "Kayla can hit at least forty. In a row! Last week, she even —"

"I'm not complimenting Kayla," Nico interrupts, recognizing the deflection for what it is. "I'm complimenting you." He pauses. "You're talented, Will. Good job."

Will squirms, even as Nico gives him the space free from his gaze. He fiddles with the arrow clenched in his fists — it is warped, now, and even if he shoots it with the best technique on the planet only a blessing from his father will land it anywhere. He flicks it, over his fingers, near dropping it, and stuffs it back in his quiver.

"Thank you," he says, quietly. The tiniest smile Nico has ever seen on him quirks his lips, and he shivers at the sight of it. Like the edge of a solar eclipse, like the crack before an erupting volcano. "I — thank you, Nico."

Nico wants to say more. Suddenly, lit up like fire inside of him, is the urge to stand on a table, a soap box, and read off in any expanding order the plethora of things he has noticed: Will's gentleness, his smart-mouth grin, the flutter of his wide hands when he is excited and the careful way he positions his body to show people he is listening when they speak. Even if no one else is. Especially if no one else is.

But Will is embarrassed, already. He breathes quickly and stands hunched and keeps a foot of space between the two of them, although his shaking hands twitch, as if to reach over. As if to rest on his hips, like they do when he pushes, when he questions.

Sensitive, Kayla called him.

Shy, Nico adds.

"Anytime," he says. They are close enough together still that Nico can bump their hips together and this makes him snort, has him eye the space between where Nico's waist begins and Will's thighs just begin to meet torso, until Nico shoves him in exasperation. He snickers, pleased, comfortable, and catches Nico's poking hand.

"This block ends in twenty," he says. "Want to ditch early and throw things at Ellis from the roof of the Big House?"

"Yes," Nico agrees quickly, tossing his borrow bow haphazardly onto the stands. "If I ever say no to that, assume I'm a clone and shoot me."

Will snorts, taking much more care with his bow. "I'll keep that in mind, Death Boy."

They walk quickly to the Big House, scaling the wall and hiding beside the crumbling chimney. Will chucks pebbles with half as much accuracy as he shoots, but he still lands them, and muffles his cackling into his hands.

Nico hides his crumpled paper until his knees, and immortalizes the shape of Will's smile.

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#nico is soooooooooo down bad its embarrassing #i am having the time of my life and im locked in im gonna try and write some other parts for later #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #pre solangelo #whipped nico di angelo #down bad nico di angelo #flustered will solace #1+5 #my writing #fic #longpost

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obxsummer · 7 months ago

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overdrive // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: a guaranteed 5k payment turns into a diving mission that gives john b more stress than he needs, jj learns why he needs to take a safety stop, and despite being in the hospital, you're just happy to have some peace and quiet in your boyfriend's arms.

warnings: spoilers for s4 ep2, the usual obx kinda shit

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“Do you guys know anybody that’s been here, because I don’t?”

“Nope.”

“Sarah, you must know somebody that’s been here, right? I mean like all Kooks, they… they know each other.”

“Are you kidding me?”

You tuned out the rumored conversations of the group as John B drove the boat toward Goat Island, the location of which Genrette asked you all to meet to discuss the possible Blackbeard treasure. While the idea of getting back into this treasure hunt wasn’t one you enjoyed, it felt more normal than you anticipated.

The island looked like any other, but the amount of trees and greenery was in abundance compared to Kildare. You could see an older man waiting on the dock as you all got closer. The lack of upkeep made you shiver, knowing this likely wasn’t going to be very welcoming.

“This place is 200 years old and they still don’t have a road that doesn’t go underwater twice a day.”

You shifted in your seat as Pope and JJ grabbed the ropes to tie off, and your boyfriend greeted the man politely as they stood. Silence followed and the man continued to stare at all of you. “Welcome to Blackstone.”

You all shared awkward glances as he walked away without another word. JJ offered you his hand to climb out of the HMS Pogue, his palm shifting to rest on your back as the group moved forward to follow.

“So uh, what have you been digging?” Your boyfriend attempted to dissolve the awkward tension but wasn’t fairing well.

“Ditches.” The reply was hoarse and simple.

“Ditches,” JJ repeated, “At least it’s not graves.”

“All the same to me.”

You didn’t like the atmosphere that this visit was suddenly bringing and brought JJ’s hand to hold in your own. Something seemed creepy and off as if you were walking straight into a trap.

“Uh, so how long have you been working for Mr. Genrette?” John B continued.

The man you were following came to a pause in his walk, sparing a glance at the group of you over his shoulder. “As long as I can remember.”

Your path eventually went up a flight of stairs to a large white house before the man pointed you in that direction. JJ thanked him and continued to approach, dropping your hand in favor of using the door knocker to announce your arrival.

“Oh, just a little quick FYI, they drug you before they chop you up.”

You smacked JJ’s shoulder in annoyance, hating the way it settled in your spine with goosebumps. “You’re an ass.”

He held his hands up in defense. “I’m just saying, don’t eat or drink anything.”

“Not funny.”

“Yeah, guys. I think I’ve changed my mind about this one. I-I really don’t wanna be here,” Sarah voiced the thoughts that were running through your mind as you nodded in agreement, Kie echoing the statement.

You didn’t get a chance to make a run for it as the locks on the door began to click open, revealing another man in a white button-up with a sweater tied loosely around his neck. “Hi. I’m sorry to keep you waiting. It’s quite a big house and I’m… I’m afraid the servants have all gone. All except, uh, good old Demp. Just can’t seem to get rid of him. Uh, you must be the… the Pogues. The Great Seekers.”

John B tilted his head in skepticism. “Yeah, I.. I don’t know about that.”

“Oh, now, don’t you be modest. I’ve read of your adventures. It’s quite thrilling,” The man disregarded your brother’s hesitance. “Uh, come in, come in. I.. I’m the son-in-law. Chandler Groff. Wes was really, really hoping you’d show. He’s been waiting.”

JJ pulled your hand back in his as he stepped forward, letting you walk ahead of him before he shifted to hide you behind his back in case anyone jumped out. “Yeah, pleasure. JJ.”

The six of you walked into the next room, taking in the dreary scenery. Cobwebs covered every surface in the house, dripping off the lights and walls, making you question what actually went on there. It seemed like a staged haunted house, which honestly was worse than it being a real one.

“This place smells like dead bodies.”

You glared at your brother’s comment, hating that he was right. Nothing in this house eased your fears about this being a bad idea. Chandler led you into another room, this one containing a fireplace and the man you’d come to know as Wes Genrette.

“Come in, please, please. Warm yourselves by the fire,” He greeted and waved you all in the large study. There was no light besides the rays attempting to creep in the windows, casting the room in a cold atmosphere. “I apologize for dragging you all out here, but I… I don’t think I could speak about this in public. I know I mentioned Blackbeard, but I assure you all, my interest is not for treasure.”

The six of you scattered around the various seating options in the room. JJ was seated on the armrest of the chair you occupied; his hand warm on the back of your neck as he rubbed the skin softly. John B and Sarah were on your other side with Pope, Cleo, and Kiara across from you.

“My ancestor, Francis Genrette, was the British officer who caught and killed the notorious pirate.”

Pope shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he turned to face the older man. “Wait. Your… your direct ancestor?”

Wes nodded. “Mhm. Yes, unfortunately. After he’d beheaded Blackbeard, he killed the pirate’s wife, Elizabeth. And since then, for 300 years, generations of Genrettes have been haunted by Elizabeth’s ghost and have died violent deaths. Including my daughter, Larissa. Chandler’s wife.”

You glanced over where the mentioned individual was standing, noticing he seemed unphased by the story being played out. It did strike you oddly that he lived with his father-in-law, figuring that he would’ve had his own home with Larissa for their family.

“My daughter saw Elizabeth a week before she died,” Wes continued as he focused his gaze on the portrait of Larissa that was hung above the fireplace. “Now, I’ve had a visitation. So, I know I don’t have much time.”

John B cleared his throat as he pulled his attention away from the haunting painting. “Right, uh. So, we’re really sorry that happened to you, but what do you want from us?”

Wes nodded in understanding of the skepticism. “Of course. Let’s get down to business. Chandler.”

“We believe that we’ve found a way to break the curse on this family,” Chandler took up the explanation and he pointed to a piece of the painting of Elizabeth that showed a large amulet. “Right before she was murdered, Elizabeth begged Francis to retrieve from her husband’s ship a keepsake that he’d given her. Her most prized possession. An amulet. He denied the request and then murdered her. “

“But if we find that amulet, fulfilling Elizabeth’s last request, I believe it will break the curse that has haunted my family for over 300 years,” Wes said.

You weren’t fully convinced a necklace would magically make this all disappear; the whole situation reminded you too much of Limbrey and her need for the cross to cure her disease. It just didn’t seem feasible.

Kie must’ve been thinking the same as she spoke up, “Okay. Um… I’m sorry, where did you say that necklace thingy is?”

“Blackbeard’s last ship, the Adventure.”

“Perfect,” You mumbled quietly, knowing this was going to fly off the rails quickly, as did every treasure hunt you guys went after. Another underwater search? No thanks.

Chandler continued, “According to all records, the amulet was still on it when it was scuttled right off Goat Island.”

Pope nodded in understanding. “Right, yeah, but the Coast Guard excavated that site years ago,” He explained.

“The excavation team didn’t know what we know,” Mr. Genrette tried to reason. He handed Pope over a book, pointing out something in the tattered pages. “They didn’t have this. There’s a secret lockbox hidden behind the headboard in the captain’s chamber. Do you dive?”

“We dive. All… all of us do,” JJ lied before anyone had a chance to disagree. You pinched his knee softly in warning. “It’s just, we only do it if the price is right.”

Wes didn’t seem upset by the comeback. “Excellent. We are prepared to offer you a premium for your services. Fifty thousand, plus expenses. Five thousand up front. And we would very much like your immediate answer.”

John B thankfully moved before JJ had a chance to open his mouth again. “We just need to think it through. We’ll be right back.” He grabbed the shoulder of your boyfriend’s shirt, nearly dragging him out of his seat to another room with the rest of you quickly following.

“What was that!”

“We have to think.”

“This is weird,” You echoed Kie and Sarah’s statements. “I mean it sounds like Limbrey 2.0, no? I don’t like it. We can just slip out the back.”

John B paced behind the couch. “Are we really going to listen to the guy who should be in a white padded room? Visitations? Curses?”

“He’s a madman!” Cleo agreed.

“Obviously, he’s batshit, but he’s in there crying about his daughter. Like, he needs help,” Sarah tried to reason.

Kie shook her head. “He needs therapy, not a necklace thing. We cannot ignore the fact that there is a ghost and a curse. Y’all aren’t getting weird ass vibes?”

“Okay. Guys.” Cleo pulled the conversation back in. “Let’s just say we take this job. Is it even possible?”

“Yes,” JJ’s voice was monotone as he responded. You shook your head at him, knowing it probably was, but you didn’t want to find out.

“I knew what you would say,” Cleo dismissed him, knowing he was eager to get any and all money. “Everybody else?”

With a soft groan, you ran your hands across your face. “I don’t like it.”

“That ship is probably 80-100 feet down. The currents are probably ripping.”

“Guys,” JJ whispered harshly, “Are we really gonna worry about the details right now?”

A resounding “Yes!” followed his question.

JJ shook his head, looking at all of you as if the answer was obvious. “In our time of need, are we really gonna turn down free money? No! That’s not like us.”

“It’s not free!” You argued back as you made eye contact with him. “Babe-”

“The worst that can happen is we walk out of here with 5 Gs in our pocket. End of discussion.”

“That’s not the worst!

“We could go to jail, we could die, we could-”

JJ seemingly ended the discussion for everyone as he ignored the concerns and walked back to the room where Wes and Chandler were waiting. “Sir, we’ve come to our conclusion, and we’ll do it. We’ll take the job.”

A deep sigh left your mouth, your forehead dropping to Sarah’s shoulder in frustration at JJ’s willingness to throw your group into danger. Pope intercepted JJ’s attempts at taking the initial 5k payment as Wes and Chandler thanked you all graciously.

Chandler reached out to grab JJ’s shoulder. “Hey, JJ. I believe in you.”

You stared at the awkward moment, listening as JJ thanked him before moving back to you, grabbing your hand to lead the group out of the house. You risked looking over your shoulder to see the creepy smile on Chandler Groff’s face as he watched your group disappear from view.

Looking up at your boyfriend as you made it out, you could tell he was a little thrown off guard. “Jayj?”

“I’m fine, baby,” His response was quiet as he tried to convince you before plastering a convincing smile back on his face. “Let’s go, y’all! We got work to do.”

JJ’s whole mood had taken a turn with the five grand in hand, and the plan in place on the dive. What Wes had said was lining up with the information in the captain’s log, to your dismay. You were kind of hoping on the trail to end cold and avoid JJ diving into wreckage in the first place.

While the boys, Kie, and Cleo took the liberty of attempting to find more info on the location of the wreck, you and Sarah managed the store in the meantime. You were restocking and organizing the surrounding items while Sarah took the register.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” A stern voice broke you from your routine as you looked over. You quickly recognized the man as the one who kept going head-to-head with JJ on the auction for the house, and he didn’t look like he was here to be nice. “Y’all remember me?”

“How could we forget?” Your tone was sickly sweet but you let the sarcasm sink in. Walking behind the counter, you stopped next to Sarah and placed your fingers on the switchblade Cleo left under the register in a safety precaution.

The man nodded and slid a paper toward Sarah. “Hmm, like that attitude. No wonder Cameron liked to keep you around. I’ve got something for you here. I can take this place off your hands at any time. For a fair price.”

Sarah chuckled softly. “I don’t think that’s necessary. But can we offer you a keychain? Maybe a… glass bong, a pipe? You look like you need one.”

He looked away to not face the two of you as if he was assessing your work so far. “You know, y’all are gonna lose this place. You might as well sell now.”

You rolled your eyes and motioned toward the dock where he came. “Whatever you said, old man. And you can tell Cameron to kiss my ass if he comes asking.”

Sarah picked up the paper, her eyes moving quickly as she skimmed it before holding it out. You glanced at her expression and took it, instantly clocking the Public Notice, Change of Zoning.

“My dad used to do that all the time. It’s changing the zoning, it’s a way to force owners out of their property.”

You groaned and set it down. “Pope went through hell to get it changed in the first place. How can they change it back?”

“If someone’s got the money to do it, what’s it matter?”

“What are we gonna tell the others?” Your voice dropped to a whisper as you looked at her, the realization sinking in that this would cost more than you could account for, even with the fronted 5k.

She shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

You read the paper fully, wishing there was some form of hope to find hidden in the language but came up empty-handed. “We’ll tell JB first. He’ll know what to do.”

Sarah didn’t say anything but you could feel her chin rest on your shoulder before you dropped yours to lean against her. This was just another nail in the coffin that the world seemed to be building around your family.

And it was getting really hard to feel like they weren’t winning.

“My lady.”

You laughed as JJ tossed a blanket over your face, his warm body climbing in the hammock next to yours with a rough shove. Pulling the fabric away from your eyes, you were met with his crystal blue ones staring right back.

“Hi.”

It took less than two seconds for him to kiss you, the movement rough and warm. You hummed at his action, loving the way he seemed to know exactly how to hold you and bring butterflies to your stomach every time.

Fingers slipped into his hair, gently pulling the blond strands when he bit down on your lip with a soft gasp, everything heating with each second. JJ’s leg slipped between yours as you leaned up to chase his lips before the hammock moved sharply, threatening to throw the two of you to the ground.

“Okay, okay,” You giggled as he shifted his weight back down, wet kisses on your neck coming shortly after. “They will kill us if they catch us out here again.”

“We need our own place then.”

You huffed, pulling his head awake from your neck where he was starting something he couldn’t finish. “As much as I would love to do this right now, we have to talk about the dive.”

JJ groaned loudly in faux annoyance and dropped his weight on you completely like a slug. “Why can’t we just have sex and figure it out later?”

“Because Sarah already heard us last night and I’m trying to save you from John B if it happens again,” You explained with a smile before kissing his forehead. “Come on. Please.”

“Fine, fine.” He looked up at you with full attention. “What about the dive?”

You studied his face for a second, wondering how after all these years he still looked at you like you put the stars in the sky despite everything the two of you had gone through. “I wanna go with you.”

His response was instant, “No.”

“I wasn’t asking,” You shot back sternly. “You’re not going alone. I won’t let you.”

JJ brushed the hair out of your face gently and shook his head. “Sweetheart, it’s 80 feet down in the dark and moving through structures.”

You smirked at him. “Exactly, and that’s why you’ll need backup and I’m going.”

He sighed and dropped his head to your chest, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Hmm?”

“I said your brother is going to kill me.”

A bubble of laughter escaped you at the thought of John B flipping his shit, which he would when you told him. You rubbed JJ’s back gently as the sunset dipped behind the skyline, nighttime beginning to make its appearance. “Come on babe, where you go, I go, remember? Includes bottom of the ocean.”

“Okay, now when you say it like that, it sounds really bad,” He grumbled and took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. “Yeah, okay. I don’t like it but you’re gonna do it anyway. But if John B says no, I’m not arguing with him.”

You rolled your eyes, “You won’t have to. I’ll handle it. You just gotta look pretty and make sure I don’t get the bends.”

“I’ve bent your ass over before and-”

“JJ!”

The next morning, you made your way out to the shop where Sarah usually drank her morning coffee. The two of you didn’t sleep well with anxiety of the night ahead and you stayed up into the late hours trying to figure out how to deal with the zoning issue.

“Hey,” You whispered as you pulled JJ’s zip up closer over your chest and approached her. The morning chill was starting to set in, causing you to shiver.

Sarah glanced over her shoulder, a Kildare Surf Co. mug held tightly in her grasp to warm her fingers. “Couldn’t sleep?”

You shook your head no and leaned on the railing next to her, the two of you soaking up the sunrise and calm water. Times like this were so peaceful and grounding that you appreciated them more than the eye could tell. It was a reminder that each day was a brand new start despite how the last one ended.

“What are you two doing up?” John B found you faster than you anticipated, his Converse quiet on the wood compared to his usual rowdy steps. He still looked half asleep in his long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, his hair unruly as he gave Sarah a soft greeting kiss.

He moved to you next with a kiss on the forehead and a hug you refused to pull away from. John B always gave the best hugs. They were warm and a safe space for you, more than he had ever been in the previous years. The protectiveness had gotten stronger with the knowledge that your dad really wasn’t coming back and at the end of the day, all you would have is each other.

“You okay?” He asked quietly, palm holding your head to his chest when you tightened your grip after a few moments.

“I’ve gotta talk to you.”

He whistled lowly. “Don’t like the sound of that first thing in the morning.”

Sarah pulled the folded paper out from her hoodie pocket to hold it toward him. John B let go of you to take it, his eyes scanning the words before he let out a soft, “Shit.”

“The guy who tried to outbid us at the auction stopped by yesterday,” Sarah explained as she crossed her arms over her chest, shifting to face the two of you with her back to the railing. “He dropped it off, and said we’ll lose everything.”

John B shook his head and folded the paper back up. “Does anyone else know?”

“Just us. Pope’s going to freak out,” She replied, stepping toward your brother to lean into his side. “I’m sorry, I don’t know-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” John B shushed her and pulled her closer. “We’re gonna figure it out. It’s not the best thing to start the morning with but…”

You kicked your shoes into the wood. “Yeah, I’m about to make it worse. I’m diving with JJ.”

“No, absolutely not.”

You rolled your eyes, repeating what you’d told JJ yesterday. “John B, I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

“Did he put you up to this?” He tossed his hands out to the side, motioning toward the house. “Because I’ve told him-”

“JB, stop,” You interrupted whatever rude thing was about to come out of his mouth. “No, JJ didn’t put me up to it. He’s not happy about it either, but it’s my decision. I’m not letting him go down there alone.”

John B shook his head in disagreement. “Then I’ll go. Or Pope can, it doesn’t have to be you.”

“Pope knows exactly where the wreckage is and I don’t steer the boat as well as you.”

“Kie, then.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Oh, so Kie’s allowed to but I’m not?”

John B groaned and shoved his hands to his face. “You’re making this really difficult.”

“It’s not your decision. And there may not be anything down there anyway, so quit worrying about it until there’s something to worry about,” You tried your best not to sound angry toward him, knowing he had your interests in mind. “John B, please let me help.”

Sarah placed her hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be fine. If anything, it’s going to keep JJ’s mind on safety, which is a good thing, okay?”

John B kept his eyes on you. You could practically see the thoughts moving behind his eyes, thinking if there was any way to talk you out of it, but he came up empty.

Which led you here, to you and JJ slipping on wetsuits while John B and Pope navigated and Sarah, Cleo, and Kie kept an eye out from land. You hissed as JJ’s fingers skimmed your back to zip up the material, sending shivers down your spine with the coolness.

“Sorry, sorry,” He apologized before helping you lift the BCD and remaining gear on. “Honestly, it’s kind of like surfing the point, you know. We’re upstream, and then the rip is just gonna… take us out.”

Mumbled agreements came from Pope and John B, none of them convincing in the slightest. You glared at the three boys. “You guys are not helping my nerves.”

“Okay, then take the wetsuit off and-”

You smacked John B’s shoulder, knowing he still wasn’t happy about the situation. “If I got JJ to shut up, you can too. Come on.”

“Don’t forget your safety stop,” Pope reminded as JJ loaded the speargun he insisted on taking. “Fifteen feet for three minutes. Hear that, JJ? Fifteen feet, three minutes.”

“Yeah, copy that.” The reply was direct as he pulled his goggles to his forehead. JJ’s attention shifted to you as you got to your feet and he reached out to grab your shoulder. “Hey, you good?”

You tried your best to keep the worry off your face and nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

The water was colder than you expected, and the water was so, so dark. The underwater lights did a little to help but it still was dim unless you were on something. You followed JJ’s lead further down, feeling the pressure begin to set in as the depth increased.

To your shock, the flashlight hit an algae-covered figure that belonged at the front of a pirate ship. You didn’t think you would find it this fast, let alone that it would be real. Your gaze met JJ’s the excitement seeping in as the two of you moved forward to where Pope said would be best to enter.

Fish and sand flew in every direction as you moved water around while swimming, the sight almost beautiful if it wasn’t deadly too. JJ quickly found the door to shift, pushing inside the area that would lead to the Captain’s Quarters where the secret compartment was above the headboard.

You reached forward to push on the stone that had grown over time until you found a soft spot that shifted. Using Cleo’s knife to dig it out, you reached inside to feel for the supposed treasure that was supposed to be there.

JJ called your name and moved his light away, bringing what looked like a fresh set of tools into view. Which could only really mean one thing: someone else was down here.

You didn’t have time to think before the back of your neck was grabbed harshly, pulling you further down in the water and disorienting your entire body. Attempting to scream was nearly impossible with the mouthpiece as you kicked and shoved against the person who had grabbed you and pushed you out of JJ’s view.

The faint sounds of him yelling for you were barely there as you tried to get your bearings back. You caught a glimpse of his flashlight and began to move in that direction when hands grabbed your waist again and yanked backward.

“Let go!” You tried to yell, lashing back with your elbow and Cleo’s knife in an attempt to defend yourself. Things only got worse when your oxygen supply was stolen, the mouthpiece ripping away with the guy’s force as something cut along your arm. You caught sight of him swimming away but were hit with the harsh reality that your source of air was gone, left only with the deep breath you managed to steal.

Panic set in quickly, sending you into survival mode as you did your best to swim to wear JJ was last seen. Noises helped guide and you could make out him using debris to break the worn structure and free himself. Your lungs burned with the lack of oxygen and you were starting to believe you wouldn’t even make it to him before passing out.

“Hey, hey.” His voice was hardly recognizable before he lunged forward, placing the emergency mouthpiece in your grasp for air to flood your lungs. “You okay? We gotta go. We gotta go.”

You caught the faint beeping signal that warned JJ’s air supply was almost out as he started guiding the two of you back to the surface. Your brain was still in survival mode and the only thing you wanted to do was get the hell out of the water as soon as you could.

The second the water broke away, you dropped the mouthpiece JJ had provided and gasped for air. He coughed aggressively behind you, the two of you reaching out for each other in relief that you had made it back.

“Oh my god, shit. Are you okay?” His hands reached out for you in search of immediate injuries.

“Yeah, yeah,” You choked on water and ripped the mask from your head to see him clearly. “Who the hell was that? And where’s John B?”

There was so much fog you couldn’t see and your flashlights had been lost in the fight to escape so JJ yelled out for your brother until you caught sight of the boat. Pope quickly tossed the ladder over as John B reached out for you.

“Hey, hey, hand me your stuff. Where’s your BCD?” He asked as he grabbed your elbows and lifted you out of the water like it was the easiest thing ever.

You hit the floor of the boat relatively hard, still heaving for air in your lungs. “It’s gone.”

“What do you mean it’s gone?”

“I mean it’s gone!” It came out more aggressive than you meant for it to. “There’s a guy that tried to kill us!”

John B immediately tried to pull the remaining gear and wetsuit off you as Pope explained the boat that was up here, confirming your story. Your brother wrapped your shoulders in his lightweight shirt and ran to start the engine, pushing the boat back in the direction of home.

“You guys okay?” Pope asked as he watched JJ collapse down next to you. The only answer he received was a thumbs up from your boyfriend, the two of you still coming down from the adrenaline rush.

The drive back was a blur and thankfully, you were back on land with your friends before you had time to even process what had just happened.

“Someone tried to kill us,” You echoed again when John B repeated his question. You kept your head against the seat, trying to clear the fog from your brain that didn’t seem to go away as you took deep breaths. It had been a good 15 minutes back and you still couldn’t seem to shake it.

“What? Why? That doesn’t make sense. Why would someone try to kill you?”

“Obviously, they were going after the same thing we were, right?”

You groaned as they continued to talk. There was a searing pain making its way through your body and no matter how much you tried to focus on their words, you couldn’t. Sarah’s face was suddenly in front of you, her hands on your cheeks. You could see her mouth moving but couldn’t hear her voice.

John B was quickly next to you, his arms grabbing your waist alongside Sarah before you were being moved without another word. Blurry sights eventually told you that the group was in the Twinkie, and there was so, so much yelling, but you couldn’t catch it enough to ask what was going on.

“Ow, shit,” You groaned and curled into a ball against Kiara’s side, willing the pain to go away if you coiled small enough. Turning to her, you blinked a few times to steady your sight before speaking, “Hey, guess what?”

“Just hold on, we’re almost there,” She pleaded, eyes watching you with concern.

You shifted as much as you could, whimpering with the movement as you managed to get your hand in the swim shorts you’d been wearing to pull out the heavy-weight item in your palm.

“You found it?” Sarah’s voice sounded so loud in your head as she grabbed the balled towel from your grip. “Holy shit.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” John B asked as he looked over as best as he could while driving.

You coughed painfully and flipped him off, “Too busy dying, Booker.”

Cleo praised your efforts, calling you a rockstar and every other achievement in the book but you couldn’t hear over the noises that were setting in your skull. Every movement felt like an attack on your skin as your friends lifted you and JJ from the car into what you assumed was the hospital.

John B’s arm was tight around your waist as he and Cleo carried your weighted form. Your brother informed the hospital staff everything you couldn’t hear and the next thing you knew, you were surrounded by red lights and metal with JJ’s body next to you.

A pained whimper left your throat as you collapsed against the mattress that was beneath you, curling into your side again to try and disappear from it all. JJ’s own sounds of distress were hurtful to hear so you forced yourself to turn over to see him. Every muscle in your body felt like it was on fire, but you managed to grab his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly.

“I got you,” You whispered quietly as the room darkened and quieted. It took a few minutes but everything seemed to slow down. Your muscles were still tense and cramping, but you could hear and see better than 15 minutes ago, which was a plus.

JJ’s breathing evened out, and even though you were sure he was sleeping, you refused to take your hand out of his. You caught movement in your peripheral and shifted to see your brother standing in the doorway, watching you carefully.

A coil smile tugged your lips as you flipped him off with your free hand, which was easily returned by him. His mouth moved slow enough for you to read out “I love you, dumbass” before he disappeared from your vision and you fell into the best sleep of your life.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed that you lay there with JJ, the two of you breathing softly. You swore your heart was beating too loud that he could hear it, but you were just relieved to have your body back to yourself.

A nurse had come by not too long ago to explain the effects of the nitrogen in your blood and how the treatment process would go from there. You tried your best to listen, but your head was so heavy and exhausted that it was difficult.

“Babe.”

You hummed in response to JJ’s whisper, your eyes still closed as you rested against his chest. His heartbeat was steady in your ear, a reminder that the two of you were still here together and would be okay.

“You almost died.” You shifted slightly to look at him, twisting your leg between his to get impossibly closer, and pushed up on your hands to see him fully. His eyes were wet, and he looked so, so stressed. “I should’ve never let you go down there.”

A small smile graced your lips as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Then who would’ve saved your life?”

“Technically, I saved your life so-“

“Okay,” You laughed quietly and settled back against him, pressing another kiss to his jawline. “We both saved each other, yeah?”

His hands were warm as they curled around your bare shoulder to hold you, the two of you a mess of tangled limbs and love inside the small space you were given. “Would’ve never forgiven myself if you didn’t make it out of there.”

“I told you, where you go, I go,” You mumbled into his chest. “That includes tiny ass hyperbaric chambers, too.”

A small laugh left his lips before he kissed you, humming at the sensation it always gave him when you were soft like this. He loved nothing more than sharing moments so sweet and comforting with you. Like you were a calm in the storm that was always ready to strike.

“You know, we’re in here for twelve hours,” You hinted as you looked up into his gaze. “You got anything to do?”

He followed your insinuation and smiled like he had just won the lottery. “Oh, sweetheart. Have I told you I love you lately?”

Hours passed in heated kisses, soft touches, and shared giggles as you and JJ loved each other back to life. It was easy to tell when he wanted more, but you refused to share that part of him in a shitty hospital of all places, despite how much he pleaded with you.

Nurses spewed hospital talk left and right as you tried to enjoy your last few minutes of peace in JJ’s arms. Your time together was almost up, twelve hours turning into 30 minutes before you knew it and part of you was sad to leave it all. As much as you hated confined spaces and hospitals both, you loved having no distractions between you and JJ. It wasn’t often the two of you had the privacy to be vulnerable with each other, especially in a house with siblings and friends, so this was your slice of heaven for the time you had it.

“Hey,” JJ mumbled, pulling you out of your almost-nap. “Babe, wake up. Hey, look at me.”

You shifted lazily, not expecting to be woken up so suddenly but the panic in his voice snapped you out of it. “What? What’s wrong?”

He was frantic as he leaned above you. “There was a guy in the hall just now. I think it was the guy, the dude from the wreck. He-he had a wound right where I got him underwater with the spear gun-“

“Did he see you?” You attempted to get him to focus, to which he nodded. “Great, so he knows we’re here.”

“We gotta get out.”

You sighed and flopped back against the pillows, “Jayj, we have like 10 minutes. Just don’t make a scene and-“

“Ma’am! Miss!” His hand smacked against the window facing the hallway as he attempted to get someone’s attention.”

“JJ!” You grabbed his arm to stop the loud noise as he tried to tell the nurse who the man was and why you needed out. You managed to shove JJ away from the window that he was prepping to kick out. “Hey! Chill!”

The nurse seemed to notice the two of you were in distress and walked closer to hear better. “Just give me like 90 seconds and we’ll get you out, okay?”

“Hey!” He protested and stumbled back to look at you with a panic in his eyes.

You grabbed his face to focus his attention. “Babe, 90 seconds, okay. If we kick the window out, it’s gonna cause a scene and Shoupe will be on our ass, okay? 90 seconds.”

JJ groaned loudly and leaned against the metal wall behind him. The need to fight had him tense, every muscle in his body telling him to run and take you with him no matter what. You knew it had a lot to do with his dad. The first sign of danger made him anxious and jumpy and the quicker he could get everyone to safety, the better.

What didn’t help was him yelling the second the nurse let you both out, shouting about the man in the room next door who tried to kill the two of you.

“JJ!” You reached after him as he moved toward the hallway, barely giving you time to crawl out.

“I’m going to buy you some time, meet me outside!”

You didn’t have a second to argue as he started yelling at the nurses about being left in the chamber too long. Security moved in quickly after in an attempt to calm him down and you watched, horrified, as they started to take him outside.

“I’m gonna file a formal complaint!” He yelled, managing to make eye contact with you as he did. “Okay? File a formal complaint!”

You caught on to his emphasis and cursed under your breath. In his defense, he managed to make enough of a scene that a few patients spilled into the hallway, one male with a bandage on his arm included which gave you the answer you were looking for.

Moving as unsuspiciously as you could, you slid into the room across from the chamber you’d been in. The first thing you caught sight of was the amount of bloody bandages and you quickly turned away from them to focus on the area of the room that wasn’t contaminated.

“File, file, file,” Your voice was low as you searched for any sign of the paper but came up empty-handed. “Shit.”

Figuring the nurse’s station was the next best bet, you started your path there, trying to look like a visitor in a place you most certainly stood out from in your swim shorts, top, and John B’s floral shirt. Thankfully, JJ was still causing enough trouble that you were able to spot the wound picture from the pile of papers and snatch it from the desk, quickly tucking it into your chest and making your way to the exit.

“Guys!” You caught sight of Heyward’s truck, Cleo and Pope sitting inside expectantly for you and JJ, and started running in their direction.

“What’s the rush, girl? Where’s your man?” Cleo popped her head out the window to get a closer look at you.

You didn’t spare the time to answer and stepped on the back tire to push yourself into the bed of the truck. “JJ’s coming, just drive!”

Pope didn’t hesitate to put the car in gear and take off down the exit road from the hospital. Thankfully, JJ must’ve thought the same idea and was coming out the side entrance, down the hill. He spared no time and braced against the side of the truck to jump in before the vehicle even came to a stop.

“Are you okay?” Your question was left unanswered as he tumbled into the bed with no grace whatsoever. From first glance, he was unharmed, and you hoped that remained true.

“You guys know that guy that was down at the wreck and tried to kill us?” JJ rushed out as he spoke to Cleo and Pope through the open back window. “He was there!”

“At the hospital with you?” Pope questioned as he drove away from the building.

“Yes! He was getting stitched up where I got him in with the harpoon gun!”

You handed the file that you’d taken in for Cleo to read, wanting to spare yourself the images of his wound while knowing she had her head on straight unlike you from the adrenaline rush. She took it and scanned the information written.

“Cheese on bread. You two gonna get yourselves killed!”

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“You’re a good father to them.” Dick paused, and the cavern stretched out between them. That gouge. That occasional assessment Bruce did every so often. To test his place. “No.” Dick corrected, like always, because he’d be damned if he let Bruce try to negate his place in the family again. “I’m a decent older brother.” He shrugged, grinning. Trying to act natural. “You’re a good Dad, though. At least I think I turned out okay.” He waited, hardly daring to breathe, that life preserver flung out between them, and watched Bruce. Waited for him to dismiss it. To pull back. To finally admit he was sick of them. Finally do what he’d wanted to do since Dick was eight and leave them, agree that all the hard work he’d put in over the years wasn’t worth it, that they weren't worth it. Weren't deserving of him. But, like always, Bruce was stronger than that, and he breached the space between them, building a bridge where Dick only ever managed to create a rope line. “I think you’re spectacular.” Bruce murmured, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Pulling closer, when Dick knew he should've pulled away a long time ago. “I don't know how much credit I can get for it. But I’ll take it.” Dick laughed, leaning into his fathers side, accepting the affection for as long as Bruce would still give it. For as long as his father thought he was deserving of the title of his son. “I think you did pretty well.”

“You're a good father to them.” Bruce said quietly, voice echoing in the space between them. Dick paused, that chasm building beneath Bruce’s feet with every second that passed. Because it was the truth. Dick was a good father to the boys, to Damian and Tim and even Jason and Steph. He was better than Bruce would ever be and it was about time he realized it and forgot about Bruce. Kicked him out for good. But, like always, Dick surprised him, showed he was too good for him. “No.” His son disagreed, because Bruce was selfish and couldn't just be a legal guardian, he needed to be his official father too. “I’m a decent older brother.” He shrugged, throwing a grin over, like it was the most natural conversation to have in the world, the person who’s supposed to be taking care of everything having to thank you for doing all the work he couldn't. “You’re a good Dad, though. At least I think I turned out okay.” He laughed, smiling down at himself self-deprecatingly, and Bruce wanted to scream that he was perfect, that any and every flaw he saw in himself was Bruce’s fault, that he deserved better. Bruce should’ve pulled away. Should’ve argued against it. Disappeared from his children's lives and let them live on in peace without him. Better off without him. But Bruce was weak, and he closed the distance between them drawing his son close for as long as he was still able. “I think you’re spectacular.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Dick’s head, grateful for any ounce of affection he was allowed to show someone who should by all rights despise him. “I don't know how much credit I can get for it. But I’ll take it.” He admitted quietly. Dick, because he was too good for this world, too good for Bruce, leaned against him, fulfilling the need Bruce should have killed off a long time ago, but could never escape from, and huffed a laugh, pretending. Because if Dick was anything, it was a good performer. “I think you did pretty well.”

-a little something i wrote that would be wayyyy too much of a time commitment and need far too much motivation- the original plan was to write two stories- the exact same plot and everything, just told from Dick and Bruce's perspective respectively, and while Bruce is living in his self-loathing and hatred Dick is over here thinking he's the stars in the sky and that he's the burden and they're two fucked up codependent individuals but they're mine and anyway I'm not gonna be able to make this a whole fic but was decently pleased with this scene so uhhh *throws it at you like beads like we're at a Louisiana mardi gras parade*

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #dick grayson #um yea #have this #i hope you enjoy #find some small delight in it #amusement #idk

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rafessecret · 15 days ago

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omggg we need more of dad!ward and brother!rafe with doll reader !! maybe rafe had caught on ward watching their videos so rafe decides to play a little game of exhibitionism with reader to piss off ward <3

⋆˚࿔ doll¡ reader && rafe cameron with ward cameron

YOU LOOK SO PRETTY ON CAMERA.

You had no idea. Not that first night, not when Rafe bent you over his bed and pressed record with trembling fingers, catching the breathy way you gasped his name, the shine of your eyes when he filled you, and the raw, needy moans you made just for him. It was messy, quick, grainy footage — not meant for anyone but the two of you. But that was the tape Ward found.

He had no clue what it was at first. Just a file buried on Rafe’s old hard drive, misnamed and nearly hidden. But once it started playing — once Ward saw your face slack with pleasure, mouth parted, eyes half-lidded as Rafe’s cock disappeared into your tight cunt — he couldn’t stop.

He watched the whole thing.

Got off to it.

His cock in hand, pants pushed down just enough, breathing shallow and eyes locked on the screen. The audio crackled with every lewd sound — wet slaps of skin, your stuttered moans, the way you mewled, ❝Rafe, it’s too much,❞ only to beg a second later, ❝More, please, more.❞

Now he’s obsessed.

He tells himself it was a one-time accident. A mistake. A shameful indulgence. But every night, he opens that same folder. Watches that same clip. What he doesn’t know is that Rafe knows. Rafe saw the logs. Saw the late-night timestamps. The repeated views. He smirked when he noticed Ward had renamed the original video. ❝Late Night Study.❞ As if that made it cleaner. Rafe renamed it again, something nastier. Something worse. ❝Daddy’s Favourite.❞ Ward thought it was you, teasing him.

Then he started filming more.

It starts with the pantry tape. You were barefoot on the tile, in a tiny sleep shirt and nothing underneath, reaching for something sweet when Rafe grabbed you from behind. His hand clamped over your mouth, cock already stiff against your ass. The fridge light glowed, casting your silhouette onto the cabinets.

❝Quiet,❞ he whispered, pressing your front to the shelves. Your thighs were powdered with flour, your moans muffled by your own wrist. He shoved up your shirt, pushed inside you in one ruthless, hungry thrust, and the camera caught it all. The soft jangle of spice jars. You gasped in inhale. His low, satisfied groan. ❝Smile,❞ he told you, angling the lens. ❝Show him how easy it is to fuck you when you’re ‘just grabbing snacks’.❞

The audio stayed in. Your sweet, needy little whimpers. The obscene, wet slap of skin. The words you cried were, ❝Please, Rafe, don’t stop.❞ He named it "PantryTreats01.mp4" and let it sit. Untouched. Waiting.

After that, he got bolder. The laundry room. You sitting on the dryer, panties pushed to the side, the machine humming beneath you like a second vibrator. Rafe stood between your shaking legs, cock buried in your soaking cunt. ❝Just had to wash those, huh?❞ Rafe teased, tongue tracing your collarbone.

You giggled, back arching as he pounded into you, the camera catching every bounce of your tits, every wide-eyed moan. He named that file "Security Cam 06" and filed it exactly where it needed to be. He made sure Ward would find it.

Ward sat at his desk, cock out, hand wrapped tight, jerking off with sharp little grunts as he watched you fuck yourself dumb on Rafe’s lap. The footage zoomed slightly—your tits jiggling, thighs twitching, lips parted with those filthy, helpless cries. ❝Daddy,❞ you moaned one night, teasing and breathless, ❝do you like this angle?❞ Ward came so hard that night he groaned aloud, thick ropes of cum striping his stomach as he watched you squirt all over Rafe’s lap, trembling.

Then came the morning call.

You were full of Rafe’s cock, lazily bouncing as sunlight poured through the curtains. Your phone buzzed. Ward’s name. Rafe didn’t stop. If anything, he slowed down, fucked you deeper, his smirk mean and sharp as glass. You bit your lip and answered, voice sing-song. ❝Hi Daddy,❞ you breathed. ❝Mhm... slept like a baby.❞

The phone call lasted five minutes. Ward’s voice trembled. You could hear the slick of his palm moving over his cock as you told him about your dreams, your pussy fluttering around Rafe’s thick length. Ward came the second you giggled. He always did.

Now Rafe didn’t care. Now he filmed everything. He caught you crawling into his lap under the dining table while Ward sat just feet away. He recorded your lips stretched around his cock, mascara streaked down your cheeks, eyes wide and glassy. ❝Look up, pretty. Smile for Daddy.❞ He spliced that one with audio from an old voicemail Ward left you. ❝You’re such a sweet girl. My perfect angel.❞ That clip made Ward sob, fist tight on his cock, tears slipping free as he came over and over to the footage.

And then came the office night.

Rafe crept to Ward’s door, hearing soft, desperate moans from within. He pushed it open just slightly. Ward was in his chair, shirt undone, chest flushed and sweat-slick. His cock was hard, angry-looking, moving fast in his hand as he watched the balcony tape. Your tits bounced, thighs trembled, and your voice broke as you screamed through your orgasm. ❝Fucking perfect,❞ Ward groaned, hips jerking. ❝My girl. Fuck.❞

Rafe smiled. Shut the door. Later that night, he made you sit on his lap and watch it. Watch Ward touch himself to you. ❝You’re his favourite addiction now,❞ Rafe whispered, voice thick with pride and filth. ❝Let’s give him something even dirtier.❞

The next video was brutal. Bent over Ward’s desk, your mouth gaping in shock as Rafe drove into you, balls-deep, relentless. Your moans were so loud the mic cracked. ❝Fuck, Rafe— he’s going to know—❞

❝Good. Let him.❞ You giggled. Cried. Came so hard your legs gave out. And every second of it was sent straight to that little folder on Ward’s drive. The one labelled "For Emergencies Only". You were the emergency. And Rafe was the solution Ward could never stop craving. The one he still opens every night.

Still jerking off.

Still moaning your name.

Still thinking you did it all for him.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : oops, this request has been sitting here forever! sorry for the delay, but I hope it’s still what you were hoping for. let me know what you think!

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @sydneysslut

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

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stargirl-mo · 3 months ago

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Cam girl X Ghost Part Two

CW: Ghost x fem!reader, masturbation, swearing , breeding kink, p in v!, dirty talk, cunnilingus, mask kink (and more sorry if I didn’t get them all 💋) MDNI 18+

AHHHH I did it finally this is my first time writing smut so pls be gentle with me but also give me feedback as well thank you soo much @darkrain for asking for part two I probably wouldn’t have made it this one is for you love 💋🫶🏾

“ Johnny hurry up and stop taking the fucking piss”, Ghost said as he paced back and forth his large boots silent and quiet making his name apparent on why he’s called the GHOST.

“L.T. there’s plenty of people here who want ya Bonnie lass ya not the only one who -“, Johnny was cut off by ghost grabbing him by the scruff of his ridiculous mohawk that only he could pull off.

“ Sergeant r’ you tellin your lieutenant ya won’t follow an order hmm is that what you tellin’ me”, Ghost rasped into his ear dangerously close his grip tightening around his lush brown locks.

“ Nay sir I got it promise”, Johnny said his voice an octave higher and a tad bit shaky, his sky blue eyes dark and pupils blown till only a little ring of blue was shown. His breathing was shallow as if all the air was suddenly thinning out and scarce.

“ Good lad that’s what I like ta hear”, Ghost released his grip on soaps hair and clapped him on his broad shoulders squeezing them before pulling away.

He looked at him smirking beneath his balaclava pulled down only showing his amber eyes narrowing at Johnny one last time and went back to pacing.

His mind was racing he couldn’t believe this was reality. His life has never been kind to him always harsh and bitter. Shit dad and lost the only two people he loved and cared about his mom and his brother. He thought the world gave him a break when he found the 141 but now he knows that God gave him a bone like the starving dog he is.

Finally, after all these months of pining after you, he has the chance to have you. He has been one of your fans since the beginning when you were still wearing your flimsy little skeleton mask. He had stumbled upon you on the cam site still young and tender.

He had been wanting a good wank since he hadn’t had a decent one since being back from a long and harsh mission. Him holding back moans and groans and spitting into his rough callused palm and tugging on his leaky fat cock with his thick leather gloves, in abandoned buildings in bum fuck nowhere and the bunks weren’t ideal.

He saw you and your skull mask and was intrigued instantly he thought maybe it was a sign or whatever the fuck Johnny rambles about. He pressed play and heard your voice ring out softly introducing yourself. He was even more excited by your voice calling out to him even past your nerves he wanted to see you.

He remembers how eagerly you played with your puffy clit small fingers pumping in and out your sweet little hole only worried about getting off. Clearly showing your inexperienced ways as you clumsily fucked your self.

It was as if your fingers weren’t enough you needed his thick and large fingers, he could imagine his fat fingers in your tight slick gummy walls reaching far and deep to touch your sweet spot moaning his name making you cream on his fingers and tasting you after.

Your moans were like a siren song angelic and dangerous calling him closer and closer to you. He was gone from there his dick was harder than ever he was already leaking pre cum he didn’t even need lube. He shoved his pants and underwear down in a hurry eager and hungry.

He timed himself to your pumps mimicking your pace and came with you he swear he saw stars as hot thick ropes of his cum spilled over his tight grip at the base of his pulsing cock. His nut was all over his flexed abs heaving and breathing hard as he tried to calm down from one of the best nuts of his life.

But what hooked him was your face when you took off your mask and you were even more beautiful than he could imagine but he knew from your eyes you had to be a stunner. Long pretty doll lashes batting at him. From then on he knew you were his bird and only his.

“ Aye l.t. I’m in her software should glitch and you’ll be at the top of the list now all she has to do is pick you and damn you outdone yourself with the donation” Johnny, said smiling at his l.t proud of himself.

“ Trust me she is and why not spoil her there’s way more where that came from but good job this isn’t over yet sergeant but I knew you could do it”, He patted Johnny's shoulders he knew their work was cut out for them.

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A week has gone by and you had all your contenders lined up picked carefully and deliberately you weren’t playing this was going to be one of the best nuts since your not planned celibacy. There were three 3 guys you lowered it down to you checked for hand cleanliness and dick size they were all average sadly but you could make it work.

You stretched as your black and pink lacey cami rose showing your little pudge. You sat cross-legged with nothing else on but your black panties on your pink and fluffy bed comfy with Sza playing in the background. You had your hair in a slick back bun your glasses on with a bowl of ramen on your lap eating as you edit one of the videos.

As you sat and edited yourself moaning and playing with your self you saw a video pop up. And a hefty donation of 10,000 dollars you didn’t even care about the money but damn…

You went to click on it and saw that the video and person were added to your finalized list of people. You thought maybe it was a glitch and you were going to remove it because of the money and everything thinking it was a scam but what was the harm in checking hell.

The video began and you immediately sat up as you saw the grey sweats with a thick and long outline in them. A wet spot at the tip makes a dark spot. The man was shirtless and my god his body was like a Greek statue. Abs that looked handcrafted and perfect you could wash laundry on them shits.

His v line was prominent and slutty with veins bulging and you swore you were gonna lick them.But that wasn’t the only thing he had on a ghost mask similar to the one you began with in your career.

And then he spoke.

“ Hullo birdie you can call me ghost for now this is my fan video”, His voice was deep and gravelly and he was a Brit.

Shit, you were hooked that accent combined with that voice it went straight to your pussy. Damn were you pathetic your pussy already thumping like it had a heartbeat and wet from his voice alone.

But maybe it was the mask you never thought you’d be one of them girls who had that kink but shit it was working. The mystery about him is drawing you in and you know for sure the mask was staying on.

His large and pale hands which looked like he could crack a watermelon in two pulled his sweats down as he lifted his hips. His cock sprang out his tip bulbous and cherry red. His length was long and monstrous and way above his belly button , and his girth was thick.

You knew that would be split you open wide and damn near ruin you. But still, your mouth watered and your pussy turned to a leaking faucet just nonstop spilling of your sweet juices.

The sound of him spitting into his hand made you think about him spitting into your open hot mouth waiting for it to hit your tongue. But he didn’t even need the spit his tip was leaking fat clear globs of pre cum his spit just made it sloppy and erotic.

And that’s when he began stroking up and down like his life depended on it soft grunts coming out of his mouth you wish you could see. He teased himself so badly stroking himself slowly then fast gripping his base his hips lifting into his strokes bucking like a wild beast you could imagine the pleasure and pain of your inner thighs feeling the brute of that.

His groans go straight down your spine and your pussy the cotton of your underwear soaked and maybe your sheets at this point.

You wanted to see his lips curve into soft o’s and his cheeks flush. You wanted to see his face contort in pleasure it was driving you insane. But you were stuck in a trance of him and his amber eyes pulling you in like a magnet.

He finished ropes of thick white cum hitting his abs. The growl that left his mouth must have come deep from his chest and you wished you were there to lick it up.

“ That’s all for now Lovie hoping to see you soon”, Ghost said voice raspy and thick as he winked at you.

You knew your winner and that was it he was what you needed craved all your desires were going to happen thanks to Mister Ghost. You immediately emailed him kinda desperate but hey you were.

And you went to play his video again so you could cum with him…

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“Alright l.t I been following your bird all week I know her favorite flowers and her favorite snacks so you can bring them with you today when you meet her in the hotel”, Johnny said as he gave Ghost a beautiful bouquet of glittery pink roses and a hello kitty plushie.

He had a box of homemade donuts with pink and white icing with sprinkles. A taro boba tea with extra boba just the way his doll likes it. From the bakery, you go to every afternoon after your workout.

Thanks to the military database and a couple of their screws being loose they found you easily. He knew you didn’t have that specific Hello Kitty plushie cause he and Johnny scoped out your apartment…

They knew you down to how you liked your coffee.

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You were pacing up and down the luxury hotel white toes freshly done on the plush carpet floor burning a hole into it. Nervous was an understatement you were shitting bricks you didn’t know how people felt comfortable doing this in their apartments.

So you got a hotel to calm your mind but the idea of a random man coming to fuck you is still even more off-putting curse your horny ass mind and his big dick.

You finally sat down on the big plush bed with rose petals on it. They even gave you guys complimentary champagne and fruits. You took a strawberry and bit it as you thought some more.

You lied to the workers downstairs and said it was you and your boyfriend’s anniversary you know lying is bad but hey at least they won’t judge when you too walk out together.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a knock came to the door. Your heart immediately dropped to your ass and your palms began to sweat. You got up and wiped your hands on your black and red slip dress that hugged your curves and gave no room for imagination. You played with your hair twirling the ends around of your blow out that flew down your back.

You opened the door and immediately you knew your neck was going to be hurting from looking up considerably from this man’s height. He was 6’5 and most definitely 6’6 with his army black boots on. He was huge and beefy, he had on a black compression shirt and black sweats that hugged his muscular thighs oh so nicely. His hair was blonde and curly but it was low like he cuts it all the time.

His huge veiny hands held flowers pink roses with glitter your favorite and in the other arm a Hello Kitty plushie and donuts from your favorite bakery. It's weird how he knows must be a coincidence all girls love Hello Kitty and your favorite bakery was pretty popular.

His lower face was covered in a surgical black face mask most likely cause a man his height and size walking around in a balaclava must be scary as shit.

But with this, you could see that he had little freckles here and there from the sun, his nose had two or three bumps from being broken way too many times and not being healed correctly. And his amber eyes were as magnetic as they were in the video.

His eyes crinkled which shows he was smiling from your blatantly obvious eye fucking. He wasn’t complaining cause your tits were spilling from the top of your dress oh so nicely giving him a nice show already.

“ I-I’m so sorry please come in”, you said embarrassed and like a loser frankly.

“ It’s not a problem Lovie a little nervous myself but you look stunning doll”, he said stepping in and looking around the room.

“ These are for you I hope you like it “ His voice was gritty and raspy as he gave you the roses and the Hello Kitty.

You took them from him accidentally bumping his hand it was warm and rough and it was gonna be roaming your body soon you felt a shiver go down your spine.

He looked at you knowingly like the bastard knew the effect he was having on you.

“ Thank you ghost they’re so beautiful”, you said smelling them and avoiding eye contact with the handsome stranger.

“ Call me Simon love I want you moaning my real name “, He said Manish and cocky-like.

“ Whatever”, you said lamely rolling your eyes and focusing on your flowers.

“ What was that lovie I couldn’t hear you with the flowers in your face,” He said as he grabbed your chin softly but firmly.

You looked up stunned and panties wetter than you’d like to admit. He was so fine good lord you wanted him now.

“ Nothing “, You said looking at him in the eyes and your cheeks hot. He eyed you like he knew you were lying.

He decided to spare you cause he knew how flustered you were. He’d make you pay in the bed.

You guys went to sit down with him giving you space and he sat on the chair his thick thighs taking up the whole chair. You guys talked and he told you he was military he was very humble about it as you thanked him for his service.

“You can thank me another way hun,” He said with a light chuckle as he eyed you hungrily.

“ Well let me get stuff together “ You blushed down to your neck. Not looking at him you felt like prey to his predatory stare.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom birdie be ready for me when I come out,” He said as he lifted heading away. His tone was commanding and gruff that left no room for argument.

You set up the camera pressing start feeling how real this became he was gonna fuck you on this bed you were gonna have sex with a stranger.

You bent down to fix the cords feeling the material of your dress stretch damn you had to stop eating sweets so much.

You had to be teasing him or something he thought as he came out of the bathroom to get himself together. You were bent over fat ass in the thin see-through material showing your red thong that disappeared in the fat of ass crack. He immediately beelined for you pressing his already semi-hard cock to you.

A gasp left your lips as you were startled you felt his long pulsing cock press against your ass. His hands rubbing up and down your sides possessively. Rutting against your ass trying to soothe the ache he must feel of his hardened cock.

He turned you around for you to see he had on his skull balaclava he had a feeling you’d like it. And you most definitely did your pussy sopping and mask kink activated.

He lifted his mask to only show his lips and nose. You barely had time to see the scar that split the top of his lip making him even more sexier. His lips were plush and pink as he took your plump ones aggressively swallowing your soft moans.

His tongue was pushed in your mouth not giving you no room to protest. His mouth was hot and wet as he immediately gained dominance in the kiss. Everything about him was commanding in this moment, the way his hands groped and fondled your breast pulling your tits out as you pulled back to breathe from his kiss.

He immediately took one of your tits in his mouth and began to suck like you had milk in them. His other large hand pulled and teased your other nipple making you moan indecently. His teeth softly grazed your nipple making you jump and clench around nothing.

“ Look at you all fucked out like a whore haven’t even touch ya cunt yet,” He said smirking as he pulled up your dress bunching it up to the middle of your back.

He lifted you making you yelp in surprise as he swooped you with ease. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist and put your arms around his neck.

He smacked ya ass making you squeak as he walked you both to the bed. Now straddling his lap his dick straight beneath your pulsing pussy you know he could feel it as you felt his hardness. You immediately feel your pussy gush out your juices on his sweats.

You’re moving your hips before you could think chasing that delicious friction you needed desperately.

“ Fuck Lovie keep doing that,” He said as he encouraged you to move your hips forward and buck his hips into yours.

You mewled into his neck dragging your cunt against his cock and feeling his nails dig into the fat of your ass moving you with vigor. You kissed and nipped his neck making him groan and buck harder into you.

“ Ngh I-I’m gonna come s-Si,” You said bucking your hips as your eyes crossed tugging his hair and making him groan.

“ Go ahead lovie I got you,” He said as he bucked his aching cock more against your puffy clit sending you right over the edge.

You came with a cruse and you said Simon’s name.

You could barely process your first orgasm when he laid you flat against the bed on your back. He got up and took off his shirt off.

You immediately propped up on your elbows taking in his chest and abs that looked way better in person. And how fucking huge he was big hulking of a man with a nice layer of fat that made him look hefty.

He was littered with smoke-grey tattoos of skulls and swirls that all morphed into one or another. He had scars that seemed from knives and bullet wounds that added to his ruggedness, yet they fit him.

“ Didn’t ya mum teach ya not to stare”, He said with a false sense of sternness. But you could tell he was smiling beneath his mask from the crinkle of his eyes.

“ I never did listen anyway “, You said smiling at him.

He looked back smirking as he pulled your legs to pull you down to him making you squeal and laugh. He parted your legs as he took two of his fingers making a nice slow circle to your clothed clit.

You moaned quietly trying to mask your feeling good but ultimately losing as he kept that slow agonizing pace.

“ Cat got ya tongue now huh doll,” He said as he quickened his pace making your moans louder.

He pulled his fingers away making you whine until you felt him pull your thong off , an embarrassing amount of your essence being soaked into your thong making the once light red a deep one. Your cunt now exposed to him.

“Bloody hell got the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,” He said softly making you leak more from his praise.

He went on his knees and kissed your clit slowly sucking it making you groan. He grabbed your thighs making you scoot further into his face as he lapped up your essence.

He urged you to hump his face as you bucked your hips into him feeling his nose rub onto your pulsing clit. Feeling his 5 o'clock shadow scratching on your thighs as you clench around his face not caring if he could breathe or not. He thought if he had to die it’d be this way buried in your sweet cunt.

He took one of his fingers pushing his way into your tight gummy walls. Your moans were immodest as he still was sucking your cunt not giving you a break as he coxed another orgasm from you.

You immediately felt yourself gush coating his face feeling him add a second finger as you clenched around him. His large two fingers felt like four of your fingers inside. The stretch and burn felt good as he found a good pace stretching you out.

He pulled up from in between your thighs as he felt your essence drip down his face and neck mixed with his saliva.

“ Got the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted,” He said as he continued to work his fingers in and out of your drenched cunt.

“ Fuck your hands are so big stretch-“, You mewled as he found your spot curving his fingers just the right way. Your toes curled and you fisted the sheets trying to find something to hold onto.

“ I found it haven’t I lovie” He said knowingly as you could hear the smugness in his voice.

All you could do was moan as he hit that delectable spot over and over again making you come undone yet again. He brung his hand to paw at your tits yet again rolling and tugging your nipples adding another layer of simulation.

Your eyes rolled back in the back of your head as you come for the third time making you desperate for his cock needing something to scratch that itch inside.

“ Please I need your cock now please,” You said whining over and over as he scissored his fingers in you stretching you not the way you wanted anymore.

“ Shush calm down doll gonna give you your dick don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” He said as you whine and groan frustrated.

You began to rut on his fingers desperately trying to chase that feeling you needed to be full to the brim and wanted to feel too full.

“Ghost fuck me”, You said bratty not caring if you sounded impatient.

Something in him flipped as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and sucked his fingers staring at you in your eyes.

“ Fine was tryna be nice but wanna be a fuckin brat ill treat you like one,” He said his voice low and gravely.

He shoved his pants down revealing his thick and long cock. He was fully erected yet it still hung in between his legs. It resembled a bat swinging there between his thick and gaudy legs. Your eyes widen as it jumps maroon red tip leaking pre cum. You quickly realize what you just got yourself into.

He spanked his heavy cock against your clit making you clench around nothing and whine. As he teases you rubbing his cock against your cunt mixing your essence with his pre cum making y’all own lube. He slips down to your soaking hole slipping his tip softly against it not pushing in. He’s driving you crazy as he pushes in with not enough force to slip fully in.

You feel tears of frustration as you whine out pleading and begging him to fuck your pussy and apologizing for being a brat. He grunts satisfied with your begging. He grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder.

He sank slowly into your inviting pussy feeling your gummy molten hot walls constrict around his cock. Your cunt sucking him in like no tomorrow.

Your moans were pornographic as you sigh in relief feeling the stretch of his cock you never felt anything this big. Tears prick your eyes as you try to relax.

He leans into you more as you feel some of the pressure of his body now feeling him sank in more inches. You sigh in relief as you feel his moving stop his tip nudging against your cervix as you feel him in your stomach. You moan as he shifts accidentally feeling him hit your womb.

Your arms around his neck as he waits for your consent to move forward. You bury your face into his neck as you nod feeling him pull out making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck ya cunt squeezing me so tight pretty girl,” He said as he rocks softly into you making you whine.

Your moans get louder and louder as he hits that sweet spot every time without failure. Your nails scratching his back making him hiss and fuck into you harsher only making you grip his cock harder.

“ Fuck doll bout to come now aren’t you feeling you clench me so hard go ahead and let go for me,” He said in your ear breathy and low as he fucked you harder making his pace animalistic.

“ Ouuuu shit ugh si I’m coming I’m coming I’m-“You said with a broken moan as you clench around him babbling praise as you coat his cock with your cream.

His pace was unrelenting as he bullied his cock into your hole not caring as he coaxed out your fourth orgasm.

He slid out of you making you feel empty yet before you could start whining he positioned you again straddling his lap. He takes you and spares you onto his awaiting cock.

You sink feeling him in your belly more like this. You push down on his chest and begin to bounce up and down feeling his cock kiss your womb with every thrust. Your moans are like music to his ears as he meets your bounce.

“ Fuck I can feel your womb ma gonna give you a baby if you keep letting me hit that spot,” He said between clenched teeth guiding your hips to slam into his pelvis.

You’re so out of it you’re asking for his babies babbling and pleading with him with tears in your eyes as he fucks you so good.

“ Yeah be my little wife keep my home nice and cozy keep you fat with my babies yeah,” He said grunting as you squeezed him almost painfully you were so turned on by being his wife.

“ Please si please I’ll do I'll do it fuckkk”, You slur as he fucks into you going limp in his arms.

You come with a cry as you feel him hit your sweet spot over and over again. You feel your legs twitch and shake as you feel him still torment your poor hole.

He switches your position to doggy but your back is to his chest and now you're facing the mirror.

You see where your cunt and his cock meet the creamy white ring around his cocky filthy and so vulgar. His pace never changed as he bullies you more as you cum again with a sob your eyes tearing up as tears run down your face.

“ Look they’re kissing baby,” He said smirking forcing you to look where you connected.

He grabs your arms and pulls you into his pace fucking you vigorously the loud sound of his balls smacking against your ass echoing around the room. Your head drooped as he pulled you into him.

He lets one of your arms go snaking his hand against your belly pulling you into him, and pushing the bulge in your stomach from his cock. The other hand is around your neck making you look into the camera.

“Open ”, He grunted. You opened wide too fucked out to care and he rolled up his mask to spit in your mouth. You swallowed and moaned fucking back into him matching his pace and making him grunt as you squeeze his cock for dare life. He hit your womb constantly making you drool and eyes go cross.

“ Gonna breed you make you swollen with little Riley’s,” He said grunting his rhythm never faltering.

“ Yes I want your baby w-wanna be your wife”, You hiccuped overwhelmed by the intensity.

You feel his hand leave your waist as he rubs your clit matching his pace. He squeezed your neck as you cry tears and you cum again for the umpteenth now overstimulated and you clench him tight.

He groans and swears as he releases his seed deep inside your womb. Fucking into you not wasting one drop. You presses a kiss through his mask and you sloppily make out with it pushing your tongue against it making him groan and throb inside you. Rocking slowly into you again.

This was far from over…

………………………………………………………………………….

You wake up in fluffy sheets and clean with a big t-shirt on that reeked of Simon musk, rain and a slight peppermint tea smell. You bring your nose to smell it finding comfort in it already. You feel a big hand around your waist and lean back into him more and slowly close your eyes again letting him embrace you more. Even though he was a stranger he treated you more kindly than any asshole you had ever been with , so you closed your eyes and let the giant with good heat warm you up.

You woke up officially with him leaving you a note and snacks that he had an amazing time and that he’s happy you picked him. He had a mission that called him back into duty no negotiation. You pouted because you wanted to get to know him more but oh well duty calls. You got what you wanted after all he rocked your world. You could barely stand up and when you did your legs shook.

When you got home you uploaded your guy's video and it went viral instantly. He was a fan favorite immediately. People constantly asked for the Ghost back.

Imagine your surprise when a month later you find Simon at your door with his bags.

How did he find your apartment…

But that doesn’t matter Lovie because now you’re a Riley now. You failed to know that Simon already had plans on making you his wife for real.

As you promised even if it was under the influence of sex or not you’d promised to be his wife and bear his children. Mrs.Riley has a nice ring to it doesn’t it Lovie… ;)

@afrodisiiac @iloveuuuuk @hhimetsu thank you guys for liking and reposting my work it means a lot 🩷🌟

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short-honey-badger · 4 months ago

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Plz make a yandere shamrock

I'll be honest. This one gave me a little trouble lol but I think I pulled it through.

Shamrock Masterlist-> HERE

Shamrock isn't the jealous sort, but don't you dare think he won't punish you later for speaking to another man. Especially if he catches you in the act. It doesn't matter to him that you were just asking about the weather or some other mundane subject. You are his, so in his mind, the one person you should feel the need to speak to was him.

Of course, his punishment is never meant to hurt you, but he can't help but get a little rough sometimes. He adored seeing tears well in your eyes, knowing that he was the one bringing you such burning pleasure. His favorite was you bent over his knee, ass on display where he could grasp and spank as much as he desired.

"Count for me, dear. I know you can do it. This is what you get for thinking you can pay attention to someone who isn't me."

But despite this, Shamrock loved to show you off. Being the leader of the god knights, he was usually at attendance to any ball or organization that the Celestial Dragons threw. He would meet you in your private room and help you dress each time, hands lingering on your soft flesh as he helped you zip and button the complicated dress that he insisted you wear.

He made you feel like a goddess in those moments, all gentle words and sweet gestures that only you were privy to. You were wrapped so far into the redhead that sometimes you didn't know where he began, and you ended.

"A god needs a goddess to rule over the masses, my love. They will bow and worship you, or I will destroy them."

Afterward, Shamrock would sweep you away, hands greedy and chest tight with frustration. For as much as he loved to show you off, he hated the attention you would receive. People who thought them good enough to even breathe in your presence. He was the only one to deserve you.

The god knight would strip you down, gloved hands ripping the fine material of your dress, needing to see you bare and pliant under him. Shamrock would lay you on the bed, gathering your wrists and tying them to the headboard, ankles lashed with rope and legs spread so that he could rest comfortably between your thighs as he whispered against your skin.

"Filthy commoners, thinking that they have any right to even look at you. You are mine, darling. You belong to me."

There is only one man who could make Shamrock jealous, however, and that was his good for nothing twin. He would grit his teeth and seethe whenever Shanks decided to show his face. His appearance would always end with the twins snarking at one another, his younger brother smug and carefree while he glared and sneered.

You were usually the reason behind it. Shanks always thought that he had permissions that other people didn't. Always thinking that he could touch and look at you without any consequences.

"You speak to her one more time, and I'll make sure you lose your other arm, little brother."

@mit-suri @mfreedomstuff @sanjisleggy

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 5 months ago

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One Call Away

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x3)

Synopsis: based on 4x19, only the ghouls kidnap you instead of Sam

I’m only one call away

I’ll be there to save the day

“Whatever’s hunting Adam, I’m gonna find it.”

“You already looked everywhere, Dean,” Sam argued.

“Well then I’ll look again,” Dean snapped before turning to leave.

“Wait.” Sam sighed. “Wait, I’ll…I’m gonna come with you.”

Dean’s eyes flashed from Sam to you. Sam seemed to read his mind.

“She can stay here with Adam. It’s safer, and she knows enough to show him how to secure the house.”

“Fine.”

…

You and Adam nailed down and salted every conceivable entrance into the house. You were just about to call your brothers when you heard a woman’s voice yelling from downstairs.

“Adam!”

“Mom?”

“Adam no—“ you tried to stop Adam, but he was already starting down the stairs after his mother’s voice. “Adam it’s not her!”

You reached the bottom of the stairs in time to see Adam embrace what looked like his mother, but had to be a monster.

“Adam that can’t be her!” You insisted, raising your gun. “There was too much blood, it can’t—“

Adam wrestled the gun out of your hands without hesitation, swinging it between you and his mother.

“It’s not human!” You cried.

A slow smirk appeared across “Adam’s” face.

“I know.”

The butt of the gun was the last thing you saw as the monster swung it at your head.

…

“Dean?” Your first instinct when you awoke to a pounding headache was to call out to your big brother. But you got no answer.

Superman got nothing on me

I’m only one call away

Call me, baby, if you need a friend

You tried to sit up, but straps across your ribs held you down tightly to an old wooden table that scratched against your back. You groaned as you tried to move your arms and legs with the same results; your legs were held by straps, and your wrists were stretched out to either end of the table and tied down with coarse rope.

An eerie humming invaded your senses as you slowly let your eyes open. The humming stopped as you moved around more.

“You’re a ghoul,” you mumbled. “That’s why the tests didn’t work.”

“Would’ve been a lot better for you if you’d figured it out earlier.” The woman who looked like Adam’s mother turned around to face you, wielding a large kitchen knife. “Or maybe it wouldn’t have. We’re good at catching our prey. Not that you were hard to catch.”

“My brothers—“ you cut yourself off in a cry of pain as the woman sliced into your forearm with a knife. You tried to ignore her as she licked at the wound, instead choosing to continue your threat. “My brothers are gonna kill you.”

“They won’t get here in time to save you, sweetie,” she taunted, licking her lips.

“Oh it’s gonna be fun killing you after what your daddy did to mine.” The ghoul that looked like Adam was suddenly at your other side, grinning at you as he lifted up one of your knives before slicing it across your wrist.

You’d really wanted to be stoic like your big brothers, but you couldn’t hold back the cry of pain while Adam put his knife down and placed a bucket under your wrist to catch the dropping blood.

“Oh she’s gonna be a whiny one,” the woman chuckled.

“A screamer, just like Adam,” the boy added. He leaned close to your ear to whisper, “He really was your brother, by the way.”

“My brothers will—“

“Ah yes, your brothers. The three of you are so inseparable, it was such a pain to get you alone.”

“Worth it though,” Ghoul Adam added, sticking the tip of his knife into your side and twisting it—just enough of a wound for him to dip his finger in. You cried out, trying to squirm away from him, but the straps held you tight.

“By the way, your brothers won’t be interrupting us,” the woman played with the tip of her knife while she spoke. “So we’re gonna feed on you nice and slow, like we did with Adam. We wanted to kill your daddy, but he was already dead. So you and your brothers will have to do instead.” She reached down, slicing another cut into your wrist—this one much deeper.

You couldn’t help it—you screamed, your arms thrashing in a fruitless attempt to escape the ropes and the knives.

“Hey, lie down and relax,” Ghoul Adam chided you. “We don’t want you bleeding out too fast.”

Reaching out to you, so take a chance

No matter where you go, know you’re not alone

“Hey!” Dean’s voice rang out through the room as he stormed in, gun raised.

“They—they’re ghouls!” You gasped, peering at your big brother through a foggy gaze.

“Headshot.” Sam’s voice came a second after the sound of a gunshot ripped through the air. The woman ghoul dropped to the ground, her head having been blown off by the close shot.

Dean was by your side in a second, but before he could untie you Ghoul Adam tackled him into the next room.

You whimpered as your hand twitched, spilling more of your blood into the bucket under you.

“De…Dean!” You cried out as he landed a blow to Adam’s head.

I’m only one call away

Dean turned to you, leaving Ghoul Adam open for Sam to take a headshot.

I’ll be there to save the day

“Hey kiddo.” Dean rushed to your side, making quick work of untying your wrists and the other straps, completely ignoring Sam shooting off the head of your half-brother’s look-alike in the next room.

Superman got nothing on me

“Up you go,” Dean coaxed, supporting your back as he pulled you into a sitting position.

Your head felt like it was completely drained of blood as you swayed, spots dancing across your vision.

“Whoa, hey—“ Sam appeared on your other side, stabilizing you while Dean grabbed two rags and pressed them against your cuts.

A strangled cry escaped you as you instinctively tried to pull away from Dean, but he held on tight.

“It’s ok, hold it there,” Dean ordered. “We gotta stop the bleeding.”

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d find me,” you whimpered. “They were gonna eat me—“

I’m only one call away

“Shh, hey it’s ok,” Sam soothed. “We’re right here.”

“I’m never gonna let anything happen to you,” Dean promised. “Now c’mon, we should go.” He pulled you off the table, but the second your feet hit the ground the spots returned and your knees gave out. Dean caught you before you could hit the floor, and Sam reached out and grabbed hold of your wrists to keep the rags tight.

“Dean—“ Sam cringed as his hands were immediately soaked with red. “She’s losing a lot of blood.”

“She’s ok.” Dean glared at Sam, before turning a softer gaze to you when your breath started to labor. “You’re ok, I promise.”

Dean carried you out to the Impala, where Sam sat with you in the back, holding tightly onto the rags wrapped around your wrists.

“The bleeding will stop,” he kept repeating. “And you’re gonna be just fine.”

Dean went back into the house to take care of the ghouls’ bodies while Sam stayed with you.

“It’s done,” Dean said when he returned. “How’s—“ he turned to the back seat, and Sam cut him off.

“Her heart rate is skyrocketing. De—” Sam almost never called his big brother De. And he almost never looked this scared. “She’s losing too much blood. She can’t be losing this much blood! She’s so little—“

“Calm down!” Dean snapped. Sam used to talk about you like that—how little and fragile you were—when you were just a baby, and he was scared you wouldn’t make it in such a dangerous world. Dean reached over the seat and grabbed your chin in his hand. “Sweetheart, talk to me,” he begged.

“What?” You blinked. Your whole body seemed to heave with the effort it took to breathe. “De, what…Sam what’s happening?”

“She’s delirious, I’m gonna need to stitch up these wounds to stop the bleeding.” Dean got out of the front seat and came to your door, propping it open and grabbing onto your hands. “Sam, you gotta keep her still, I don’t think she’s gonna understand what’s happening.”

Sam shifted, wrapping one arm around you while grabbing your forearm with his free hand, keeping you in place while Dean grabbed a needle and sterilized it.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Sam whispered to you while Dean got started on the stitches. You fought to free yourself and get away from the needle, but you were no match for Sam’s strength.

You started to cry in Sam’s arms, but you didn’t speak as Dean finished up the stitches quickly and then helped Sam lay you gently in the back, your head in Sam’s lap.

“Are you sure she doesn’t need a hospital?” Sam asked as Dean got in the front seat and started for the motel.

“They’d have too many questions, and we don’t have answers,” Dean huffed. “You’ve got her blood type. We may have to do a jerryrig transfusion when we get back.”

“Sleep now?” You mumbled, your eyes already fluttering shut. Dean glanced back at you. He was worried about you sleeping, but he feared that they wouldn’t have a choice with the way you were dozing already, and he didn’t want to scare you.

“Yeah sweetheart, you can sleep now.”

Your face relaxed into a gentle smile, and you gave a half-hearted thumbs up.

“I love you…” you whispered before dozing off.

“I love you” would be the last words the boys heard from you for a long time.

…

The ghouls didn’t look like Adam and his mom this time; they looked like Sam and Dean.

“We ate your brothers already,” ghoul Dean said. “So there’s nobody to save you.”

“We’re gonna eat you nice and slow,” ghoul Sam added. “One. Bite. At a time.”

Both brothers jumped for you at the same time, ready to rip you apart—

“Y/N! Y/N, wake up!”

You bolted upright, your eyes blinking into focus to see Sam leaning over the back of his seat in the Impala to shake you awake. Dean was stealing glances at you from the drivers’ seat.

“You ok, kiddo?” Dean asked.

You offered him a small nod in reply, and he shared a glance with Sam. This was the third time in just over a day that you’d awoken from a nightmare since your time with the ghouls, and you still hadn’t spoken a word. Sam had had to give you some of his blood, but you were either asleep or unconscious for most of it.

Dean had put bandages over your wounds to keep you from scratching at them in your sleep, and he’d hoped that would be the end of it. But something about the ghouls had scared you more than any other monster you’d seen. Dean was kicking himself every minute, think about how he should’ve gotten to you faster, he shouldn’t have let those ghouls cut you open and scare you so badly.

Distracted, Dean didn’t notice the light turning green in front of him until the car behind him honked. The sudden beep had you nearly jumping out of your seat, your eyes wide and panicked.

“Hey, easy,” Sam soothed. “You’re ok.”

“What are you—“ Dean stared at you as you started to climb over the seat, only tearing his gaze away when he had to make a turn. “Kid, what are you doing?”

You didn’t answer—you just finished climbing over the seat and then leaned against Sam, who—despite his surprise—wrapped his arms around you and let you burrow against him.

“You ok, N/N?” He asked. No response.

“Cat got your tongue?” Dean quipped. At your silence, he prodded, “Kiddo, say something.” He waited a beat. Nothing. “Would you say something?” He snapped.

“Hey, easy,” Sam chided. Dean finally turned his eyes from the road to look at you again—you had all but disappeared into Sam’s side, your face tucked against his shoulder like you were trying to hide from the world.

Come along with me and don’t be scared

I just wanna set you free

Dean took the hint and stopped digging. Sam was content to sit in the silence, but he could practically feel Dean worrying beside him.

“We took care of those ghouls, N/N,” Dean assured you. “Nobody’s ever gonna hurt you again.”

You stared down at your bandaged wrists and said nothing.

…

Things between the Winchester siblings had changed. Dean spent most of his time either worrying about you, or trying to get you to talk. Sam however, had decided on a different approach after weeks of your silence. Dean was out on a grocery run when Sam brought his approach to you.

“Hey honey,” he greeted, “Can I show you something?”

You nodded, and he came to sit with you on your bed, bringing his laptop with him.

You and me can make it up, anyway

For now, we can stay here for a while

“So, I know you don’t really wanna talk anymore,” he began, and when you started to squirm he quickly continued— “It’s ok, really. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I just thought…maybe if you don’t want to talk anymore, we could try this.” Sam set his laptop down in front of you. “It’s a sign language course. I found this website online with all these videos and—and I just thought maybe we could try this out. If you wanted to. I thought maybe it would be easier than talking.”

You seemed to consider it for a long moment before nodding at your brother, and he grinned.

“Cool—uh—let’s get started.”

…

“What are you guys up to?” Dean’s voice caught yours and Sam’s attention as he returned to the motel room. You made a series of gestures at him, to which he stared blankly.

“She said we’re learning sign language,” Sam interpreted with a grin. “You wanna join us?”

“Sign language?” Dean frowned. “What for?”

“Oh—well—“ Sam stumbled over his words, his surety of a few minutes ago gone. “For fun, I guess.”

“Huh.” Dean shook his head. “Ok, well, I’ve got food, so dig in.”

…

You weren’t asleep, but they thought you were; you could tell because they were talking about you.

“Why are you against this sign language thing?”

“Why? Because she doesn’t need it, Sam. I mean, don’t you want her to talk again?”

“Of course I do, Dean. But right now that doesn’t look like an option, and I still want to be able to communicate with her!”

“But if we do this, then maybe she never tries to talk again!”

“But if we don’t, then we run the risk of never connecting with her again, Dean!”

“That’s not true, if we—“

The voices cut off when you sat up in bed, jumping off and running to your brothers. Dean let you jump into his lap and get comfortable. You signed at Sam, and he sighed and said to Dean—

“She said, stop fighting.”

Cause you know, I just wanna see your smile

No matter where you go, know you’re not alone

“If you wanna sign, then I’ll do it with you,” Dean said. “I just…I miss you. I wish you would talk to us. But if this—“ Dean waved his fingers at you, and you grinned. “If this is how you want to talk, I can do that. I just want you to feel safe. You know you’re safe, right?”

When you’re weak I’ll be strong

I’m gonna keep holding on

You signed, and Sam said—

“She says I know.”

“Know?” Dean repeated your sign. “This is know?”

You nodded, and he grinned.

“Ok. So what’s next?”

“The alphabet is the most important thing,” Sam offered.

“Ok then. You know, I taught both of you guys your ABCs? Now it’s time to return the favor.”

You giggled, and just the hint of your voice brightened Dean’s mood.

…

The sign language lessons were going well, but Dean was still worried. Every little unexpected sound still freaked you out, and Dean was avoiding any mention of monsters, especially ghouls. Which wasn’t going to be easy much longer.

“Hey, the cameras didn’t pick up any eye flare, so the look-alike can’t be a shifter. Dean I think it’s a—

“Sam, how about we go get some food,” Dean cut him off, forcing himself not to glance in your direction. Even without looking he could tell you’d tensed up.

“Oh…right, ok.” Sam and Dean started for the door, but a tug on Dean’s arm stopped him.

Darling, if you feel like hope is gone

Just run into my arms

You were at his elbow, your eyes wide and your fingers trembling. Dean hadn’t stopped Sam fast enough—you knew it was a ghoul.

“They’re never gonna come near you,” Dean promised. “Me and Sam will take care of it.”

Your hands tightened on his arm, unwilling to let go.

“Hey,” Sam spoke up. “We’ve got this. We’ll be back in a few hours. Just lock yourself in here, and call if you need us.”

You slowly released Dean’s arm.

Be safe, you signed at them.

“Always,” Dean said, patting your shoulder before turning and leading Sam toward the hunt.

…

I’m only one call away

I’ll be there to save the day

“She called me twelve times.”

“Why didn’t you answer?”

“I was in the middle of killing a ghoul!”

“Well, call her now,” Sam insisted.

Dean clicked on your number as he started up Baby.

“We’ll be back in two minutes,” he said. He got no response, so he hung up and drove faster.

…

Dean was thrown back a half step the second he opened the door by the force of you throwing yourself at him.

“I’m ok, it’s all ok,” he said. “You’re ok, right?”

You nodded, pulling away long enough to grab onto Sam.

“The ghoul is dead,” Sam said. “It’s all over, ok?”

You just kept holding on, so Sam picked you up and carried you over to your bed.

“I know you’re still pretty freaked,” he said. “And that’s ok.”

“Yeah,” Dean cut in. “And if you don’t want to talk, that’s ok too.”

“But we both need you to know that we’ll keep you safe,” Sam said. “You know that, don’t you? No matter what, we’re not gonna let you get hurt again.”

You nodded firmly, and Sam smiled as he tucked you into bed. You slept soundly that night, knowing your brothers were right next to you, always watching over you.

Superman got nothing on me

I’m only one call away

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meganwritesfanfics · 5 days ago

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Stay (Dr Robby x Reader Songfic)

Summary: After weeks of fighting, Y/N and Robby are reaching the end of their rope, and on the day of the Pittfest shooting, Y/N reflects on their relationship and wonders if it is time for her to finally move on.

Word Count: 3381

Trigger Warning: Discussion of Domestic Violence. HEAVY ANGST

Based on the song Stay by the Talbott Brothers

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Y/N sat waiting for Robby to come home. She knew that his shift had been hell. Dana had called her once the shift was done to fill her in on everything. The patient loses, the shooting, and Robby’s rumored breakdown. Everything Dana said just caused Y/N’s heart to break. Of all the days to have a terrible shift, Y/N knew that the anniversary of Adamson’s death would be the worst one for Robby.

She knew that Robby’s mental health had been tanking for months. He came home more exhausted than usual and he kept her at arms length. He would become short with her if she tried to get him to talk to her. It felt as though she was slowly losing him. They fought more in the past few weeks then they had in their entire 7 year relationship. And Y/N was starting to reach the end of her rope.

Y/N loved Robby more than she could ever possibly imagine. He was her best friend. She could spend every moment of every day just being in his presence. Robby made her laugh harder than anyone she had ever met, and he could silence her inner demons just with the touch of his hand on her cheek. And all she wanted to do was bring him the same kind of comfort.

Darling we might not ever look like those families

In the stock picture frames or on old time TV

There ain't no white fence around this life we have

We're two runaways on a one way ticket track

Robby however, had started picking fights about topics that Y/N had thought they were on the same page about. The other day she had been showing him photos of Landgon’s son dressed up for Halloween and he totally lost his shit on her.

“You should have seen it, he was sprinting around the apartment pretending he was really a superhero.” Y/N laughed as she pulled up her phone to show Robby the pictures.

“That’s nice.” Robby snapped as he just kept staring at his book.

Y/N was taken aback.

“Ok what’s your deal you old grump.” She said teasingly.

“I just really don’t give a shit about Langdon’s kids halloween costume, I just want to read my fucking book.” He screamed.

“Wow, ok you clearly need some alone time. Come find me when you can act like an adult again.” Y/N snapped back as she went to get off the couch.

Robby sighed as he reached out to grab her hand.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he put his book down on the side table.

“What’s your deal, you love Tanner?” She said as she sat back down next to him.

“I know I do I just…” Robby sighed again and she knew he was contemplating just shutting her out again. “I just worry that you wish you had kids.”

“What?” She gasped.

“I see the way you interact with Tanner, or how you look when you see babies in strollers when we are walking in the park. And I just worry the life we built isn’t at all what you had hoped for. I’m worried you are losing out on having a family by staying with me.” Robby said but the way he said it, it wasn’t sad, it was more matter of fact.

Y/N felt confused and angry. This wasn’t the first time they had had this conversation, but it felt like it was something Robby kept bringing up more and more recently. Also as if he was trying to get her to leave.

“Where is this coming from? You know I don’t care about having kids. Do I love them yes, do I love that I don’t have to take care of them, absolutely. And don’t you dare say we aren’t a family. We are a family, and I love are little family. I don’t want a fucking stock photo family Michael. I want you. I have always only wanted you.”

Robby just sighed sadly.

“I just don’t want you to regret…”

“Stop.” Y/N snapped. “Baby, I don’t regret my life with you. But why do I feel like you are trying to push me away. Why does this feel like you want to start a fight?”

“I don’t want to start a fight I just…” Robby sighed frustrated. “Never mind. I’m going to bed.”

He stormed off leaving Y/N baffled in their living room.

**************************************

“Robby is really going to need your comfort tonight.” Jack had texted. “It’s been really bad.”

Y/N felt her tears start to run down her cheeks. Her heart broke for Robby. He deserved the world. He had been the first man in her life that actually made her believe that men could be kind.

I see the scars you keep underneath your skin

Drawn in like a map of all the places your heart's been

Y/N had had a rough life growing up. Her dad had left when she was 13 and it sent her into a really dark spiral. She began seeking out that love in men that would use her and then desert her. As she grew up, those relationships stayed the same. Nothing changed but she kept seeking out that love she thought she deserved. So when Robby showed up in her life, it felt like a miraculous breath of fresh air.

They had met out hiking.

Robby had taken advantage of his weekend off to head up to the cabin.

Y/N had run away from yet another bad ex. This one had gotten physical with her.

She thought if she could get some air, real not city smog air, she might be able to clear her head. It was just her luck that as she was hiking all by herself she happened to step wrong off the path and hear a loud crack as she felt fire shooting up her leg. She hit the dirt before she could catch herself and let out a loud yelp.

“Fuck,” She breathed as she looked away from her foot not able to stand the sight of it being bent at the wrong angle.

“Are you ok?” She heard a voice call and she turned to see an attractive man jogging towards her. He had short brown hair with a brown beard that had flecks of grey in it. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some dark brown cargo pants. He had a grungy blue jacket on.

Y/N could feel her face turning a bright shade red as she felt so embarrassed. The trail she was on was flat, it wasn’t like she fell down the side of a mountain.

“Uh, yeah i am fine.” Y/N lied.

“Yeah, no you are not ok, that ankle is definitely broken.” The man said as he leaned over looking at her ankle.

“What are you a doctor?” She laughed sarcastically.

“Actually, yes I am.” He smiled. “I’m Doctor Michael Robinavitch. My friends call me Robby.”

Y/N blushed again. “Oh.”

“Do you have your phone on you? I left mine in my cabin.” Robby asked her.

“Shit, no I left mine at my…” She thought about it and she realized she had fully left her phone back at Matt’s place. Matt was Y/N’s abusive ex.

“That’s ok, my car is just right around the corner, I can drive you to the hospital.” Robby said as he reached out to help her up. “Don’t put any pressure on your foot.”

She hesitated for a moment before she grabbed onto his hands and let him pull her to her feet.

“What kind of doctor are you?” Y/N asked trying to make small talk as he helped her limp towards his car.

“I work in emergency medicine.” He said.

“Oh well it's just my lucky day then, a hot ER doctor stumbled upon me in my hour of need.” She joked and she watched as it was Robby’s turn to blush.

“Did you come out here with anyone? Or were you out here by yourself?” Robby quickly changed the subject

“By myself, needed to get away somewhere I could clear my head.” Y/N sighed and she was surprised that Robby hadn’t brought up her black eye. “What about you?

“Uh by myself, for similar reasons I guess.”

They had almost reached the car when it started pouring.

“Shit,” Robby said. “Can I just carry you?” He said and Y/N looked at him eyes wide.

“What?”

“It will be easier especially now that it’s raining.” He said.

“Uh, yeah sure.” She said and instantly Robby scooped her up and go them to his car.

Quickly he loaded her into the car before hopping in himself. The rain had gotten even worse and visibility was horrible.

“I don’t think it would be a good idea to drive the 30 minutes to the hospital in this weather. My cabin is only a few minutes away. I can splint your foot and make sure you have ice and ibuprofen.”

“Damn, you don’t have any of the harder drugs.” Y/N teased.

Robby chuckled.

“I’ll go to your cabin but only if you promise that you aren’t a serial killer.” Y/N continued.

“I promise I’m not, though I’m sure if I was I still would promise you I wasn’t.” He laughed as he started down the road to his cabin.

That was just the beginning of the relationship between Y/N and Robby. They spent the whole night talking. What she loved was that he didn’t ask her about the black eye. She could see him clock it throughout all of their discussions but he never asked. And she knew he knew. But he didn’t need to ask, he just talked about her, about her life, her likes dislikes, everything about her.

The next morning when he drove her to the hospital, he asked her out for coffee.

*****************************************************

Y/N stared at the door waiting for Robby to come through, she couldn’t sit any longer and was pacing around the apartment. Her eyes darted back to their bedroom where her suitcase sat open and waiting to be filled. The night before Y/N had a massive fight. And had ended in a way that left Y/N teetering on the edge of whether to leave or stay.

The man I am ain’t nothing but holes in a tattered soul

Threads of grace hemmed with faith

They’re strongest stitches sewn

It had started with Y/N coming home from errands finding Robby packing his backpack for the next day.

“What are you doing?” She asked as she dropped the groceries on the counter.

“Getting ready for work tomorrow.” He said not even bothering to look up at her.

“Robby you don’t work tomorrow, today was your last day for the weekend.” She laughed thinking that his old man brian was catching up with him.

“No, I picked up a shift for tomorrow. I’m going in to help out.” He sighed as he walked over and started helping her put the groceries in the fridge.

“Michael.” Y/N snapped. “You never work on the anniversary, what are you doing?”

“They need help. I’m going to help.” He repeated doing his best to not make eye contact with her.

Y/N sighed her heart breaking. She was at her breaking point with Robby.

“I can’t keep doing this Michael.” She sighed her eyes filling with tears.

“What are you talking about?” He asked as he started towards the living room.

“Will you fucking look at me!” She screamed and Robby whipped around eyes full of anger.

“Jesus, Y/N I don’t want to do this.” He snapped.

“What talk, that’s all I want to do is talk. We haven’t talked in ages.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we talk every day.”

“No we don’t, we don’t have meaningful conversations like we used to. You won’t let me in. I know you are struggling. I know that work is starting to take a massive toll on you. I know you just keep thinking about Adamson and blaming yourself. And I have tried to get you to talk to me or talk to someone, but you won’t listen. I feel like you have just been going through the motions of our relationship. And I’m tired Michael. I’m tired of talking at you and hoping you are listening.”

Robby sighed. “I don’t want to talk because we have nothing to talk about Y/N. All you want to do is nag me about talking about my feelings and I’m tired of it. If I had anything I needed to talk to you about I would. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m fine. But I’m fucking fine.”

“If you really think that Michael than I think you are lying to yourself. You have changed, you snap at everyone, you are more exhausted than I have ever seen you. And the Michael I know wouldn’t stand there watching me cry and not do anything.”

“Well maybe I’m not the Michael you know anymore.” He snapped and Y/N sobbed. “If you want to leave then do it, but I can’t keep having this conversation Y/N.” He said as he gathered up his jacket. “I’m going on a walk.”

The door slammed behind him and Y/N broke down sobbing as she collapsed to the floor.

By the time Robby got back, Y/N was already in bed pretending to sleep. He came in silently and as he climbed into bed with her, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before turning his back towards her and falling asleep.

When she woke up in the morning, he was already gone for work. And that was the moment when she thought it might be time for her to go.

She spent the whole packing and unpacking her suitcase. She had just unpacked it again when she got the call from Dana filling her in.

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Her heart stopped when she could hear keys in the lock as the door slowly opened and she saw Robby walk in, he was wearing his hoodie from the beer festival they went to together. It was ratty and faded, but it was one of his favorite hoodies, he wore it all the time but especially on days when he wasn’t feel great. It not only reminded him of happier times with Y/N but it was also one of the last things him and Adamson did together.

The minute he made eye contact with her he pulled out his airpods and dropped his backpack by the door.

“You’re here.” He sighed tears filling up his eyes. “I was afraid that…” He started his voice cracking.

Y/N didn’t say anything as she rushed to his arms pulling him into her embrace. She felt his shoulders sag as he held onto her tightly lifting her so she was standing on her tip-toes.

“Dana told me what happened. I’m so sorry baby.” She whispered and she could feel him crying into her shoulder.

They stayed like this for a long time Robby holding onto her tightly afraid that if he let her go he would lose her. But after a while he pulled away and wiped the tears from his face. He took in Y/N’s tear stained face as well as he took a step back.

“Would you like to go on a walk with me?” Robby asked.

“Uh, yeah.” Y/N replied but the pit in her stomach grew to the size of a boulder. Was this the end, was this when Robby was going to finally break up with her.

And if I’m not the man you bargained for

And the bright red love you bought me for is gone.

They walked in silence into the park. Both kept trying to start the conversation but neither knew exactly where to start.

At first Y/N thought they were just wondering, but soon she realized that Robby was leading them back to her favorite spot in the park.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Robby finally spoke breaking the silence as he turned to Y/N. “I have been horrible lately.”

“Things have been rough I know I…” Y/N started.

“No, Y/N let me say this.” Robby said as he grabbed her hands. “I have been struggling, if I am being honest I have been struggling since Adamson died. But I have just kept pushing down all of my feelings. Trying to pretend I was ok. But Y/N I’m not ok.” He said his voice cracking.

Will you lie here under star drowned skies

And look me in the eyes when I say

These are our hard times

“I constant feel like I’m failing everyone. But most importantly I feel like I am failing you.”

“Michael…”

“No I am or I have continuously failed you in our relationship. Ever since Adamson died I have been a husk of who I once was. I felt like I failed him and I kept trying to correct my failure, in every patient after him but it just made the losses so much worse. And I just kept pushing myself harder and harder to be better and to not be affected by so much. I thought it made me a better doctor and a better partner if I just pretended I was fine. But you knew, you knew I was ok, and you tried so hard to get me to open up. But I felt like if I opened up and I let myself feel all the pain I was feeling, I wouldn’t survive it. And I knew that was fair to you. I knew that I was shutting you out and pushing you away, and I could see how badly I was hurting you. But I thought that maybe if I pushed you away, it would be better for you.” Michael sobbed as he tried to hid his face from Y/N.

“Hey,” Y/N said as she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek turning him so he was looking at her.

“And I know after everything I put you through I don’t deserve to ask that you forgive me. Hell I thought after our fight last night you would have left me. You probably should have left me.” He quickly grabbed her hands. “But I want you to know, today I broke. Today it was the final straw and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. After losing Leah, I fully broke down. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t think straight. Hell I prayed. But it made me realize that I can’t keep pushing down these emotions, I can’t keep pretending to be ok. Jack gave me the number for his therapist, I’m going to reach out.”

Y/N could feel her own tears streaming down her face as she watched Robby finally let her in.

“And I’m not going to hide things from you anymore. I’m not going to try and push you away. I love you so much. And I know I have taken you for granted. And I am so sorry. I’m so sorry I’ve not been the partner you deserve. But I can’t imagine my life without you. I was terrified I was going to come home tonight and find you gone. Things are going to be different I promise. And I know I have no right to ask you this, but I am begging you, I would get down on my knees but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get my up.” He cracked a smile. “Please stay. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

Y/N quickly pulled Michael into her arms, holding onto him tightly as she sobbed.

“Where else am I going to go?” She whispered and he pulled her in for a long kiss as the two held each other crying. But they were not longer tears of sadness, instead they were tears of joy, so happy that they had found their way back to one another.

Say You’ll Stay

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