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tsuvvy · 9 months ago

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Oh Sister of Mine - Chapter 5

Poison Constriction

Cassandra explores her feelings of having a new little sibling while the others work to get information on where the seemingly invisible father might be. Instead, they find someone heavily involved in this situation and discover a disgusting truth.

Warning: Talk of a controlling serum being put into y/ns blood, mentions of bruising and blood, the poison serum has been an idea cultivating in my mind for awhile, pls just let it cook 😥

Word Count: 3.4k

“Miss Cassandra,” Said woman turned around, seeing Alfred with a tray of little sandwiches. No doubt for you. “While I have you here, Master Bruce asked to see you. He is paying the garden a visit, he asked that if I should see you I should invite you for him.”

“Oh..” Cassandra’s lips parted in a small surprise. Bruce wanted to see her? Why? “Okay, thank you Alfred.” She gave the man a soft thankful smile.

Alfred returned the smile with a gentle one of his own. But before he could walk away, Cassandra spoke up.

“He didn’t say why, did he?” She asked abruptly.

“I am afraid not,” His soft smile turned a bit apologetic.

“Alright, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Thank you again.” Alfred gave her a nod before walking away.

Cassandra stayed where she was for a moment, watching as Alfred walked down the hall with the tray still in hand. She might have needed a moment to build up the courage to go speak to Bruce, or maybe she needed to come up with what she would say to the man. Either way, her nerves were aflame before and while she made her way to the garden where Alfred said Bruce was.

She spotted him on a bench. He was calmly sitting still, almost mistakable for a statue.

Bruce looked at Cassandra, an uncharacteristic subtle smile reaching his lips at the sight of her. It was odd, even if it was common. Bruce saved that smile for only those he cared for deeply. His adoptive children and Alfred getting it most often. Though it was still rare, especially for someone like Jason who made it his own part time job annoying and angering the man. Dying and coming back to life sure didn’t change that habit, if anything it made it worse.

“Cass,” Bruce called out, pulling her out of her thoughts, “Sit.” He didn’t need to gesture to the empty spot next to him.

Cassandra listened. She moved to sit next to the man.

The two sat in silence for a while; silently watching over the flowers and listening to the soft wind and how it would shake the branches of the trees.

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asked abruptly. Cassandra looked at him, staying silent for a second.

“I’m okay..” Her voice was soft as she looked to the ground.

Bruce nodded slightly at her comment. “But that isn’t true, is it?” He looked down at her, his subtle smile gone now. It was never a luxury anyone close to him could ever witness for a very long time. You had to savor it for the small amount of time it was there.

Cassandra didn’t say anything to his comment. He already knew her lies were just that, lies.

“How are you feeling about everything?” He asked instead.

Cassandra thought about his question for a second. “I don’t really know how to feel.”

“Understandable.” Bruce responded.

The two sat in silence for a little while.

“Y/n,” She looked up at him, and he looked back, confusion written subtly on his stoic face, “Their name.” Cassandra clarified. She saw his eyes widen slightly, “Their name is Y/n.”

“When did they tell you this?” He asked.

“They got out of the room, they picked the lock when Damian wasn’t there,” She told him while turning back to look out at the flowers and delicately crafted and cut bushes. “They weren’t looking for a fight, pretty much all we did was.. Talk,” She shrugged her shoulders lightly, “They asked why I’d left David, and…” She paused.

Bruce gave her a second before pressing her to continue, “and?”

“And they.. I told them they were safe. They didn’t know what it meant. So I. I taught them what the word safe means. And they told me their name.

Bruce nodded his head lightly, turning to look at the flowers and bushes himself.

“That's a start, they’re starting to trust you and Damian a bit, however surprising it may be.” Bruce said. He lifted up a hand and gently placed it on Cassandra’s head. “You did good, Cassandra.”

Her eyes widened at the contact and the praise. In a sense, she was still a lot like you. No matter how long she’s been with Bruce and the Batfamily, she might not ever get truly used to being in a healthy environment. Not fully, anyway.

“Bruce…” Her voice was soft. He didn’t do anything to tell her he acknowledged his name slipping from her lips, but she knew he was listening. “I don’t..” She hesitated, “I don’t know how to be a big sister..”

Silence overtook the two, apart from the gentle wind rustling the nature around them.

“It’s not something you can just know, Cassandra.” He told her. Cassandra didn’t respond to that.

A silence once again overtook the two.

“There's this feeling in my gut, like a weed growing in it.” Cassandra abruptly spoke through the silence.

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked.

“What do you mean you haven’t seen him for a year!?” Jason yelled.

“Red Hood calm down!” Kate yelled at him.

The two were at Ace Chemicals in their vigilante suits. They hadn’t expected to find someone that has been involved with David in the past.

“I mean exactly that!” The guy yelled, a desperation in his voice as the Red Hood shook him by the collar of his shirt. After his statement, the vigilante dropped him and he fell to the ground.

The man rubbed his neck, trying to soothe the pain of how his shirt was so tightly held.

“Do you know what happened to him?” Kate, or Batwoman, asked him.

“No, he just straight up vanished,” the guy said.

Batwoman looked to Red Hood who had taken a few steps back.

“Mind if we look around?” Batwoman looked back at the man.

“N-No! Go ahead!” He quickly answered, almost fearful of what either vigilante might do to him if he said he did actually mind.

“Great,” Batwoman answered, “Glad you don’t.” She commented, an amused smirk on her face as she moved past him.

She started looking around; not that she had anywhere to specifically start.

And for the first about 14 minutes, nothing was found by either vigilante.

“This place has nothing,” Jason said, making sure to keep the man he was once interrogating in his view.

“It’s gotta have something,” Batwoman sighed, looking behind a few tubs of chemicals. She hadn’t met you yet. All she knew about you was pretty much the extent of what everyone else minus Cass knew.

Red Hood crossed his arms, huffing in annoyance as he looked at a few jars on some random desk. They looked poisonous. Probably gas too. One wiff would probably kill you.

“I’m gonna check further in,” Batwoman said, coming back out from behind the tubs of chemicals she had found nothing out of the ordinary behind. “Stay with him,” She told Red Hood.

“Yeah, alright,” He said.

Batwoman began walking into a back area of Ace Chemicals. There was a door into one room and then stairs leading upward to a few more rooms that were all next to each other.

She decided to go into the room on the bottom first.

Batwoman cautiously turned the rusty old knob, keeping her guard up. Ace Chemicals is known for criminal activity, I mean, it’s quite literally the birth place of Harley Quinn. It’s where Joker had pushed her into that vatt of chemicals all those years ago. You had to expect anything in this place.

“Ugh,” Batwoman cringed, bringing a hand to her nose, “Jeez, it smells like three month old eggs in here.”

She stepped into the room, keeping a hand over her nose as she began to look around.

There was really nothing to note in the room. It was obviously some type of hang out area no one had been in in probably years. A lounging couch that stank of rat poop and an assortment of other things that were just rotting under the cusions. Then there was a counter with a sink. One that had piles of dirty dishes in it. She had found a few rats licking off the plates; she didn’t bother them, but she did cringe. Then the fridge. She didn’t even want to open the thing. She could already tell that’s where the smell was coming from. And sure enough, inside the fridge was a variety of disgusting, old, moldy, and rotted food inside.

“Don’t think Kelsey is gonna want this muffin anymore,” Batwoman commented, looking at the container with a chocolate chip muffin inside and branded with the name Kelsey on the lid of the container. It was all moldy and gross.

“Blegh,” Batwoman gagged, closing the fridge with her foot.

She looked in the old wooden cabinets, behind and under the tables. Everywhere she looked, nothing but rats and their feces and disgusting bugs were found.

“Well that was a waste,” She grumbled as she walked out of that room, closing the door behind her. Now it was time to look in the two rooms upstairs.

Batwoman walked up the stairs, deciding to go to the first room. She read the plate next to the door that read, ‘lab room.’

“This should be fun,” She sighed, opening the door and cautiously peeking in and looking around. From first glance, there didn’t look to be anything in here of note. “This better not be a waste of time,” She grumbled as she stepped in.

“Alright, I brought a new kind of food this time.” Damian said as he entered the room.

You hadn't turned to look at him from where you sat kneeled on the floor, your head resting on your arms that rested on the window sill.

Damian didn't move, you knew he didn't. There weren't any footsteps coming farther into the room.

“What are you doing?” He asked, and you finally heard him start walking, and soon you heard something being placed on the nightstand.

“Out.” You said, finally turning to look at the boy and raising one of your hands to tap on the window. He was standing staring at you near your nightstand, his hands in his pockets.

“Outside?” He questioned as he finally started moving throughout the room closer to you.

You had turned back to look out the window once more once he was standing at your side.

Damian's gaze rested downward on you. You looked so calm staring out the windows. Though your blank face looked as if you were displeased, he knew you weren't. He was the same way with his own blank face.

“What that?” He was pulled out of his thoughts by your voice. He looked at what you were looking out the window at.

Your pointer finger which rested against the window pointed towards two creatures in the air, gracefully maneuvering through the gentle breeze.

“Birds,” Damian said bluntly. “They’re birds.”

You looked up at the boy, “Bi..” You paused, unsure of if you were going to say it correctly or not.

“Birds.” He said one more time. “They’re flying.”

“Bird.” You finally attempted.

“Mhm,” he nodded.

You looked out the window once more. Watching the birds fly through the air. “Want that.” You said.

“Want that?” Damian repeated in the form of a question.

You nodded, “Want that.” You pointed to the bird.

Damian wasn’t quite sure if you meant you wanted a bird or if you wanted what the birds had. Freedom.

“Bird is…” You paused, watching the bird in awe.

“Pretty?” Damian questioned after a few seconds of silence. You nodded.

“Yeah..” He agreed softly, looking away from you and out the window at the birds again. “They are.”

“Dami.” His eyes widened a bit and he looked down at you again. Dami? Dami..? You were looking up at him, your face a blank one like his.

“Yeah..?” He managed to ask.

You pointed to the free spot on the floor next to you. “Sit.” You told him. Not in a commanding way like most would hear from your tone. He knew you didn’t mean it like that.

He listened and sat down on the floor next to you.

For you to actually invite him to sit next to you, and so close, was honestly a big step. He noticed you’d opened up a bit quickly with him, but he assumed it was because of the age difference between the two of you. There wasn’t really a big one.

“Dad..” You said softly. He looked to you, waiting to see where you would go with this, “You hate him.” It was more of a statement than a question. You didn’t look at him. You had rested your chin back down on your arms that rested on the window sill.

Damian stayed quiet, keeping his gaze on you for a moment before letting it drop down to the surface of the window sill and then out the window. “Yeah.” He answered. Though he knew you already knew that. “I do.”

A quiet fell over the room. The two of you staring out the window.

“He scares me…” You admitted.

He looked at you. Your expression, still blank, had grown a bit more solemn. Like a little puppy that had just been yelled at or hit for just trying to get love or have a bit of fun. It broke him to see you like this. So young and yet already so broken and wounded.

“Ugh,” Batwoman groaned as she walked out of the room she had just been looking in. “Theres nothing in this disgusting dump..” She grumbled, looking down at all of the chemical pits and barrels that Ace Chemicals held. “I doubt there’s anything actually here all these chemicals haven’t hidden.” She sighed, now making her way down the stares and back the way she came.

“Oh, don’t give me that crap!” Red Hood exclaimed. Batwoman started walking a bit faster, hoping to get there before he would probably kill the guy the two found.

“Please, please,” The man cried desperately, “The guy is going to kill me!”

Batwoman was met with a familiar scene. Red Hood holding the man in the air the collar of his shirt. But this time, the man’s face was bloodied. Blood ran down from his nose, he had a busted lip that was bleeding, and an array of cuts on his face.

“Red Hood!” Batwoman yelled, “What the hell are you doing!?”

“Tell me!” Red Hood yelled, shaking the man within the air. Tears were bubbling in the guy’s eyes.

“He.. He’ll kill me!” The man repeated. Red Hood scoffed.

“And if you don’t tell me what the hell you know, I’ll kill you!” He told the man, his red helmet growing an eary and angry sense to it.

“Fine! Fine!” The man screamed, his legs flailing around in the air, “Please, I’ll tell you! Just put me down!”

“Red Hood put him down!” Batwoman demanded.

Jason dropped the man, letting him fall to floor with a thud.

“Well,” Red Hood demanded himself, looking down at the man on the floor, “Go on!”

The man winced at his commanding and angry tone, “The guy you’re looking for. Cain or whatever.” His voice was shaking in fear, and he was looking down at the floor in shame. Of himself, or maybe something else. “He came here a few months ago after his disappearance. Vanished for about 3 months, came to me. He had some..” He sounded unsure. “He was asking for some weird stuff,” he shrugged his shoulders lightly, “Said he needed it for some project, I didn’t ask what. But he did have this weird sense of pride to him. One he never usually had.”

“Can you get to the damn point!” Red Hood demanded.

“Hey,” Batwoman said sternly, “Let him speak.”

The man recieved a nod from Batwoman, telling him to go on. “Cain wanted some type of like.. Serum. Said it needed to enhance and quicken the development of metahuman abilities. Then he had a thought to make another serum that would make someone more…” The man paused and sighed loudly, “Hell, I’ll just say it. More easily manipulable.”

Batwoman and Red Hood stood silent for a moment. Batwoman’s lips parted as she took in the information, and her eyes widened behind her domino mask. The two vigilante’s exchanged a glance.

“Hey,” Batwoman started, looking towards the man.

“Y-Yeah?” He looked back, a bit nervous of what might happen to him.

“Do you have any samples or spares of that?” She asked.

The man sat for a second.

“Well!” Jason exclaimed, making the man jump.

“Yes! Yes, I do!” The man scrambled to his feet, walking to a station a little ways away behind some tubs of chemicals with the two vigilantes close behind him.

“Damnit..” The man muttered as he scrounged around in the desk, throwing papers and gadgets sloppily in his hunt for the serum. “Here!” He announced, pulling out a green liquid serum in a small tube. He handed it to Batwoman.

“Not a lot, huh.” She commented, swishing the liquid around in the enclosed tube.

“Sorry,” He apologized, his expression growing a bit solemn, “I tried to save at least a bit, but. The recipe was tricky.” He began to scrounge through the desk once more before pulling out a paper with sloppy handwriting on it. “The ingredients were hard and illegal to get, then the only perfected batch he took immediately. It was hard to even steal that tiny bit out of it.” He handed the paper to Batwoman as well. “That’s the recipe for it.”

“Alright.” She nodded, turning on her heel and beginning to walk away with Red Hood next to her.

Batwoman stopped however, turning to look at the man and Red Hood went ahead, “C’mon (nickname).” She said, gesturing her head for him to follow and speaking like it was the obvious that he come along.

“Huh..?” His brows furrowed.

“Hurry it up!” Batwoman called. “You have vital information about this stupid serum and we can’t have you getting caught by the wrong people.” The man was startled into pace. He began to catch up with the vigilantes, still confused and quite bewildered by what the hell is happening.

“Damn, this just keeps getting messier and messier..” TIm groaned, running a hand along his face and moving it up to run through his hair. He was tired, anyone could tell at a glance. “Alright, give it here.” He spoke, putting a hand out to take the serum from Batwoman. “Who’s the straggler?” He asked as he got up and walked towards a machine.

“Hm,” Batwoman turned to look over her shoulder at the man.

“Um.. My name is Sullivan Bishop.” He answered her unsaid question.

“He’s got connections with Cain. Helped him make the serum.” She said as she crossed her arms, watching Tim carefully pour the bit of serum into a compartment of the machine and clicking a few buttons. Soon, it started up and started analyzing the liquid.

“Do you know what he used the serum for?” Sullivan asked. Everyone was silent. Sullivan visibly curled in on himself in defeat. He was terrified. He was in the batcave, surely not going to be let out anytime soon. And he was so lost. He had no clue what was happening. He’d never wanted to get involved with Cain to begin with. He knew he was shady, knew that Cain would get him in trouble. But this? This serum that was testing positive for countless things on the Batcomputer. This serum that could be considered a poison.

This was beyond anything shady he’d heard or expected from Cain. Whatever he used this serum for was downright psychotic.

Tim stared up at the computer, honestly at a loss for words.

“What the hell did you use?” Tim’s voice was breathless. But the look he gave to Sullivan sent chills down the man’s spine. “Toluene, lead..” His voice trailed off. “No wonder the kid was so set in killing Cassandra. This serum makes it so she can’t think for herself.”

“What the hell..” Red Hood’s voice trailed off.

“We can only imagine how long this was being administered into her blood stream.” Tim finished.

“I..” Sullivan’s eyes bubbled with tears, his voice breaking. “I didn’t know.. I… I didn’t know what he would use it for. I… Please I. I didn’t know..” He was rambling.

“You didn’t know?” Jason questioned, his tone growing angry and threatening.

“N.. No. No I didn’t I promise!!” Sullivan’s waorks were jumblings up as they tumbled from his mouth in fear of what Red Hood might do.

“Red Hood!” Batwoman stopped him from walking toward the shaking man with a hand on his chest, “Take a walk.” She made eye contact with him through his helmet when she ordered him.

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mrchiipchrome · 6 months ago

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And I Only Have Eyes For You

a/n: I know this was supposed to be out ages ago, but shit happens and then we die right, there’s no reason to fret now:) also I dropped my phone and now it’s all cracked also I got into a really good school

W.C. - 5.6 k

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Watching on in stone cold fear as the girl sits down beside him, her lips meeting his cheek as his hand comes down to lay on her thigh, seeing the muscles in the man’s forearm flex as he leans back in his seat.

Em’s elbow digs into your side after a few seconds, almost like she’s telling you to do something, react, at least slap a smile onto your face instead of the almost permanent look of shock currently donning it. Nika’s eyes scan over you, flitting from your hair down to the exposed skin at the top of your chest, and as her eyes meet yours, there’s a sure glint of recognition within them.

“I haven’t done anything, thank you very much.” You see the way Em rolls her eyes playfully, waving her hands around as she proclaims her innocence.

“Nika meet my very annoying little sister, and her friend.” The pained smile on his face catches your attention for a mere second or two, the hand appearing in your line of sight breaks the steady stare at the man.

Hearing how Nika introduces herself to the girl beside you just makes you fall back into that almost sedative state, face lacking emotion, eyes turned downwards making you look at the table, a faint tint of pink dusting your cheeks.

You completely miss the small, tender smile the Croatian directs towards you, and the way she almost leans down in an attempt to catch your eye. Em’s uncharacteristically sharp elbow digs into your side again and you return the favour quickly, her yelp almost ringing out through the entire restaurant as she glares at you.

“I’m sorry my friend’s a bit of an idiot.” She sends a teasing smirk your way as you refrain from hitting her right there in the middle of the restaurant, the menacing look she sends you almost nightmare fuel.

“The call is coming from inside the house Em.” That’s all it takes for them to start arguing with each other in hushed voices, not really wanting to disturb the rest of the guests like they usually did. As far as you knew, the siblings argued more than enough for you to regret ever even wanting to have a sibling.

Looking at them through the corner of your eye, you once again don’t notice the curious gaze of the beautiful girl across from you, her eyes flitting over your features in an attempt to remember where exactly it was she recognised you from.

“I’m Nika.” Her voice makes shivers run down your spine, steady eyes fixed on yours almost making you more nervous than necessary. All of a sudden her hand is right in front of your face, the perfectly manicured nails that would feel oh so nice running down your arm on full display, likely only for the time being since you were pretty sure preseason training was starting soon.

Looking at her cluelessly, it takes you a few fair seconds to grasp her warm hand in your cold one, her soft skin against yours almost waking you from your stupor. Slapping a kind smile on your face, you shake her hand just as you were taught all your life, only pulling your hand back when it was appropriate.

“Yeah I almost gathered that much, you introduced yourself to Em before.” A teasing look makes its way onto your face, the older girl rolling her eyes playfully at the banter.

“So…you’re not going to tell me your name?” Nika places her chin onto her hand, her head now propped up with her fingers covering her mouth and the mischievous smile stretched over her lips.

“Do you not like the mystery?” Your tongue comes out to wet your lips, ring clad fingers tangling together in front of you like that of a super villain. The brunette’s eyes follow your every move, from staring intently at your lips to glancing down at your fingers knitting together and then back up to see the amused glint in your eye.

“Are we in Scooby Doo or something?” Leaning back into the backrest of your seat, you smile brightly at the girl across from you, shrugging your shoulders in amusement.

“Alright, you got me there love, I’m an open book, ask me whatever you want and I’ll answer truthfully.” Sitting back in your seat, you wait for her first question to come, for the accented voice that intrigues you so much to inquire about you.

“Your name?” It’s the way she asks it, the low tone with the accent covering the words almost seductively, it makes you almost lightheaded, as if you were to pass out at any moment just because of her presence.

“Pretty Girl Jones.” When she raises a single perfect brow in your direction it’s to tell you that she wasn’t impressed with the joke. “I’m just kidding, my name’s Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” Crossing one leg over the other, you study her expression, watching as she purses her lips before they curve up slightly at the corner.

“Where are you from?” Your eyes glisten in the artificial lighting of the restaurant, the top of your chest rising and falling with every breath you take. Tilting your head ever so slightly, you fix the girl across from you with a curious look.

“You really don’t recognise me, do you?” Nika’s eyes study your face once more, her mind straining to remember where she knew you from, now that she knew that you knew her in some way, somehow.

“Am I supposed to know you?” Her tone is somewhat cocky, but the question was valid in its own way, she was extremely drunk when you first met her and it wasn’t like everyone that saw you just knew your face, knew your name.

“I don’t know, are you? I fear that’s a question you’ll have to find the answer to yourself darling.” With a playful wink, you do the thing you always do with women like her, well no one has ever been at her level but still, you flirted.

“Darling? Are you flirting with me Y/n Y/l/n?” The brunette smiles once more, that teasing, but still genuine smile that she had been flashing at you all evening. It puts a larger smile on your face, the entire top row of teeth being exposed.

“What if I am?” With raised brows, the girl in front of you leans in closer to your side of the table, gesturing with her fingers for you to do the same. Without even meaning to, your eyes drop lower to where the low neckline stops, seeing what seems like miles upon miles of skin.

“My eyes are up here.” Snapping out of your stupor, your eyes immediately snap up to meet hers, the amused glint in hers almost calming your racing heart and blood red cheeks.

“No…no, yeah I can see that- uhh.” That little smirk appearing on her face again is what clues you in on what’s happening. Leaning back in your seat again, you roll your eyes dramatically, although a small laugh sneaks out from between your lips.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” She leans back just like you had moments before, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes.

“I don’t know, am I?” The chuckle you let out at her reversing your own words from before makes Em perk up, her eyes no longer focused on her brother but rather you and her brother’s girlfriend.

Emma’s eyes widen slightly as she takes in the scene in front of her, Nika’s head tilted to the side, the amused smile painted upon her lips as her eyes are fixed upon yours. You were in a similar position, leaned back in your chair with an almost lazy smile on your lips, a pink tint to your cheeks that’s impossible not to notice.

But before she could think about it more, her thoughts were interrupted by the waiter coming, a large bright toothed smile on her tan face.

She’s attractive, dark brown hair filled with curls that went way past her shoulders, but put up in a ponytail just for the occasion, striking green eyes that could put even the most intense of people on their knees. Her plump lips were covered in clear gloss and her canine teeth poked down especially from the perfect row of front teeth. Her slim body popped out in just the right places, with wider hips and slightly broader shoulders, that was not to mention the light freckles littering her face.

If she wasn’t standing right in front of you, in her full server do up, you would’ve thought that she was a model.

But even in all her gorgeous glory, she didn’t even possess a fraction of the sheer beauty that the girl across from you had.

“Hello everybody, I’m Juliana and I will be your server tonight, can I get you started with some drinks?” You see as Cal’s eyes run down her body, almost whistling at her. The urge to punch him in his rat face gets stronger every second that passes, especially when Nika notices exactly where his eyes lay, the way her whole demeanor changes.

The playfulness from before disappeared in less than a second, in its place was a certain sadness, a familiar sadness. A wish to be someone, something else, so that you’d finally get their love, their appreciation.

For you it was your parent’s companies, and for Nika it was any passing girl.

“I’ll have a whisky coke, if you can sweetheart.” He winks at her, but when her disgusted expression reaches him, he can’t do anything but be taken aback that someone finally resisted his charm.

“I’ll take some Chardonnay.” Em smiles all sweetly, knowing fully well that she’s too young to legally drink. It makes you elbow her in the ribs, but she just looks at you with a reassuring look, nothing to worry about.

“I’ll take the same, thank you.” Nika nods towards Em, signaling that she wanted the same as your best friend.

“What about you darling?” Her pen stops writing in her notepad as she looks at you, a special intensity just for you in her gaze. It makes you stutter and fumble over your words, not really used to the attention from women that you’ve been getting the entire evening.

“Uh, a coke please.” She smiles knowingly in your direction as she writes down your order, turning to the other three to get their id’s.

Both Em and Nika hand her their fake id’s, very out of place with the Nika you knew, but then again you weren’t always the best judge of character. She looks them over for a second or two before giving them back and walking away.

“You have a fake id?!” You hiss at the girl beside you, looking at her incredulously, and as she looks back with the same look you get even more confused.

“Yeah, everyone has one, c’mon Y/n don’t tell me you’ve never had a fake id before.” Looking at her all innocently, she can’t but throw her hands up in exasperation, wondering how that was even possible.

“Here are your drinks, I’ll be back soon to get your orders.” The tan skinned girl disappears after dropping your drinks off, a wink thrown your way. It’s weird, that what you think at least, people flirting with you.

Taking a long sip of your drink, you look on as the girl walks away from the table, an almost skip in her step that would be unnoticeable if it wasn’t for your studying eyes. All of a sudden, someone clears their throat, making you actually pay attention to the people at the table.

Noticing Cal’s amused gaze settled on you, you quickly recognize that it was him who’d completed the previous action, the man obviously trying to catch your attention.

“I’m sorry, I forgot your name.” His smirk almost suggests otherwise, but having been raised with the proper set of manners that you had been, you begrudgingly answer his unasked question.

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” Looking back at him through bored eyes, he seemingly has an epiphany when he hears your name fall from your slightly chapped lips. His eyebrows shoot up towards the sky as the fingers of his right hand start to click, the noise acting almost like a catalyst for his remembrance.

“Y/l/n? Wait, like the owners of the largest manufacturers of automotive parts in the whole world? That Y/l/n?” Once again, Nika’s eyes start to study you, just waiting for your reaction to the words uttered with the tone of a curious adolescent. The nearly faux curiosity in her stare weighs it down as it falls upon you, sweat gathering at your hairline.

“Yeah, among other things yeah, that’s just the main company, but there are countless other startups that we own.” You keep your tone plain, as if you were speaking about the weather or the newspaper, that’s what you’d been taught, speak about it like it’s the most boring thing ever so as to not reveal too much. But still, Nika’s studious gaze remains firmly on you, not budging even after Cal runs his hand up and down her arm.

“So you’re like…loaded.” The man gestures around with his hands as if to show how much money he thought you had, his mind seemingly blown that you were the heir to what was the fastest growing company in the world, gaining millions each day.

“Well that’s an oversimplification, but simply said, yes Callum, I’m loaded.” The corners of your lips peek up, sarcasm dripping from your words. He smirks, arm tightening around the back of his girlfriend’s chair, the girlfriend that’s currently looking at you with a look you can’t decipher. It’s a mix of recognition and confusion, with a sprinkle of something else too.

“So you’re paying then?” You see as Em’s face contorts, showing her embarrassment at her brother’s blunt question, at the same time Nika’s hand comes down on his shoulder, slapping some sense into him.

“Sure, if you’re nice, the first thing you can do is keep your eyes where they’re supposed to be.” It’s obvious what you’re saying, everyone had noticed the man’s eyes straying and that simply wasn’t okay with you, especially if you were to pay for his meal. His cheeks flush ever so slightly, seemingly embarrassed at being called out, his girlfriend looking at you all confused, like she didn’t understand why you’d said what you said.

The awkward tension between the four of you soon gets broken by the girl next to you, if there was one thing that Emma Anne Whitmore hated then it was silence, well not hearing her own voice. Her hell was having to sit in complete silence, the girl always filling it with random stories or comments about whatever she felt was necessary.

“So, Nika, how did you meet my brother?” Em leans back in her seat, blinking a few times as she waits for the answer from the taller girl. The woman in question has her soft lips wrapped around the rim of her wine glass, the bitter liquid spilling down her throat filling her with a pleasant warmth.

“We met-” Callum’s deep voice carries throughout the restaurant, his smug smile making you more annoyed than you probably should’ve been.

“Is your name Nika? Speak when you’re spoken to.” You interrupt him, your tone nothing less than deadpan just like your expression. Sure interrupting people went against most of the things you were taught growing up, but the man needed to learn some manners and if you had to teach him then so be it.

He’s taken aback by your direction, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as the smile on Nika’s face grows exponentially, her glass of wine being placed back on the table. Em has the most vivid reaction, bursting out into giggles almost immediately at the situation, leaning in closer to you so that she could whisper in your ear.

“I’ve never seen anyone be able to shut him up that effectively before, you have to come home with me for family functions.” Looking at the girl through the corner of your eye, the amused smirk on your face is obvious, you enjoyed shutting him up as much as Em enjoyed watching it happen.

Gesturing for Nika to answer Em’s previous question, her gentle smile sent your way warms you through and through.

“We met at a basketball meet, a shared workout.” Her words are covered in that adoring accent, the one that has your heart melting into a puddle in your chest, her hand coming up to push a strand of hair behind her ears.

“You met this loser at a basketball meet? Did you put him on his ass?” Em reaches to take Nika’s hands in hers, giggles coming from the both of them as they look at each other giddily.

“I locked him up too, he didn’t score a single point.” Nika’s giggles fill your ears, as well as Cal’s sighing, the man clearly didn’t think that his failure was as funny as you did. His hand comes up to pinch the top of his nose, right between his eyes, in exasperation.

“Babe let’s no-” He starts off, his face contorted into a grimace at the embarrassment he got from his girlfriend revealing that she was practically better than him at his sport.

“Let the lady speak.” You interrupt him once more, fixing him with a stern look that you’d learned from Leah. She called it her captain look, you called it her mom look.

“Thank you Y/n.” Nika smiles at you whilst her boyfriend rolls his eyes sassily, the only thing missing from his look was a pair of long nails, if you added that he’d be the perfect sasser. The picture that appears in your mind at the thought makes you chuckle quietly to yourself, the hyper masculine man in front of you feminized is just effortlessly hilarious to you.

Faint steps coming towards your table catches your attention, the tan woman coming back to your table, presumably for your orders. Her bright smile catches your attention, pearly white teeth on full display showing off the small diamonds on either canine glimmering in the soft lighting of the restaurant.

Juliana purses her plump lips, the playful glint in her eyes shining extra bright as she notices the slumped form of the only man at the table, the man who clearly had a girlfriend yet decided to flirt with her.

“So, what do we want to eat tonight folks? Are we thinking pasta or steak? Something completely different?” Picking up the menu, your eyes study the names and descriptions of the dishes wondering silently to yourself about what would be good and worth ordering, but as the never ending list continued, you got completely lost in reading. So lost in fact that you didn’t even realize that the others already had ordered.

“Alright, and what about you honey? What do you want?” Looking up confused, you can suddenly see that all their attention was on you rather than anything else. Thinking about it, you decide on what it is you want, to which you tell the gorgeous server.

“Uhm, I’ll just take an entrecôte with roasted potatoes and some salad, thank you.” Juliana writes down your order on her notepad, pen scribbling harshly against the thin lines on the paper. When she looks back up at the group around the table, her bright smile is still very much present on her face.

“Medium rare, I assume?” Shooting her a timid smile, you nod your head at her, not even looking around at the others at the table, barely even feeling the intense gaze of the girl across from you.

But as her soft hand brushes against your own, you suddenly feel that warm feeling spreading through your chest again and all your attention shifts, the girl in front of you keeping your focus hostage.

Even as Juliana’s hand brushes against your arm long after Nika’s hand has retracted, your attention still doesn’t shift back to her, your eyes focused solely on the careful smile on the older girl’s pink lips.

Even as the server walked away from the table, likely to put the orders in for the kitchen, all your attention remained on Nika and the way she moved, the way she talked and looked. It’s impossible not to notice the soft curves of her lips, the sharp turn of her jaw, the dark locks framing her face in that beautiful way that’s made exclusively for her.

“So Y/n,” You hear Cal’s voice call out for you, looking on as he takes a sip of his drink, thin lips wrapping around the rim of the tall cylinder glass. “Are you and my sister, you know…?” As he gestures around with his hands, you get a fair idea of what it is he’s asking you.

“No Callum, I’m not having sex with your sister, we are best friends, with a strictly platonic relationship.” You see the way Em clutches at her chest playfully, her overdramatised expression making for a great laugh, her overly shocked gasp adding to the comedic effect.

“How could you say that Y/n/n?! I thought we had something special.” You hear the giggle from across the table just in time as Em turns her back on you, pretending to be mad. Looking at the two people on the opposite side of the table with a tiny little smile, you soon turn back to Em, deciding to play into the action.

“I’m sorry darling, you know you’ll always be my favourite girl.” Turning your head towards Nika, you send her a quick wink, why? You had no idea.

“Even over Leah, Jordan and Lucy?” Em looks at you over her shoulder, like she was in some dumb 2000s romcom, expecting you to agree, to say that she was better than all of them.

“Well…” You start off playfully, Em turning her whole body back around so that she’s facing her brother, not wasting a single second in slapping the back of your head, your hands flying up to clutch at the place her hand had connected with your head at.

“Ow, what did you do that for?” Somehow your eyes land on Nika, for some reason she’s like a magnet for your eyes, and you had a sneaking feeling that she’d be the sun to your solar system in a few months, your entire life revolving around her. If that was weird, then you’d gladly be the weirdest person in all of history, because it meant you got to be close to her.

“Stop being such a baby, I didn’t hit you that hard.” Em rolls her eyes, the slight up peeking of the corner of her lips suggesting that she’s not being serious, her long fingers threading with each other in front of her.

“Can you see what I have to put up with?” Another slap is delivered to the back of your head, but this time it doesn’t bother you as much, the sweet sound of Nika’s boisterous laughter masks the slight feeling of pain from the less harsh slap. She was just the sweetest person ever, how could her laugh make you fall to your knees? How could she be so cruel as to not let every single person in the world take part of her?

“Here’s your food, if any of you have any questions or want to order anything more, don’t hesitate to call on me.” In your stupor, you hadn’t even noticed Juliana nearing the table with the meals, her steps simply fading into the background.

“Thank you.” You call out for her, the rest of the table following your example, watching as she turns back around with a timid smile, her hand waving ever so slightly at you all.

After that, the table falls silent, well relatively so as the sounds of forks and knives meet the glass plates. The steak on your plate was tender and slightly bloody, just like it was supposed to be, and as you look up at the others around the table, you notice the girl across from you glancing over at it. She really was a creature of habit.

Stabbing your fork into the slab of meat, you cut a piece of it off with your knife, leaning over and pushing it off your fork and over to her plate. Looking up at you with an inquisitive expression, you only shrug in response, the small mischievous smile plastered on your lips surely telling her all she needs to know.

You perk up again when an elbow digs into your ribs once more, your head snapping to the side only to see Em’s innocent smile and the obvious try in doing puppy dog eyes. What was it she was trying to convince of this time.

“Can I try some of yours?” Rolling your eyes, you push your plate closer to her, letting the older woman take part of your food and transfer it to her plate, pure daylight robbery. A small ‘thanks’ later and half your steak is gone, barely enough to feed a small child.

“I swear I keep getting robbed of my food.” You huff out, stuffing a potato into your mouth in fake anger, playfully glaring at both Em and Nika. All Nika does is shrug, almost saying that it wasn’t her fault that you were so easy to convince, while Em just leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

Wiping your cheek off with your hand, you’re quickly met with an offended gasp from the girl beside you and as you roll your eyes, she makes sure to express her disappointment in you by kicking your shin under the table.

“Ow, what’d you do that for?” Looking at her incredulously, you clutch your shin under the table to lessen the pain radiating from the point of origin and up towards your knee. “You want your sister back?” This time you look at Cal, the man holding his hands up like he’s surrendering, a smirk on his face.

“Nah I’ve had to deal with her the past 20 years, now it’s someone else’s turn.” A brand new smile creeps up on your face, one of those ‘okay I guess you’re not as bad as I thought’ smiles. He sends you one right back, nodding at you carefully, almost as if to tell you ‘I guess you’re fine after all’.

“Ouch, first of all I don’t like either of you, secondly you’re both assholes.” Flipping you both the finger, both you and Callum have a hard time trying to keep from laughing at her grumpy expression. The only way to actually do so is to put more food into your mouth, but even then it’s hard to hide the way the corners of your mouth tug upward.

Another slap gets delivered to your shoulder without you even having to do anything else, making you stare at her confused.

“Stop abusing me please.” You laugh out at her, furrowing your brows when she sticks her finger in your face, sticking your tongue out to pretend lick at her finger. Pulling her hand back with an audible ‘ew’, she looks at you suspiciously out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m watching you.” Shaking your head at her, you just keep on eating with the smile plastered firmly on your face. You were smiling a lot more than normal, the effect of agreeable people perhaps.

When you look up next, basically everyone’s plates are cleared, only small scraps of food left. Feeling around for your back pocket, you quickly find the lump that your wallet created in the space, pulling the sleek leather pouch out. Opening your mouth, you don’t have to wait for the people at the table to quiet down, seeing as they’re already pretty silent.

“Anyone want dessert?” As both Nika and Cal shake their heads to say no, you notice Em looking at you with that look in her eye, and you knew what she wanted without her even having to utter a word.

“We’ve got ice cream at home Em.” Cal looks at you all confused, as does Nika. What was up with them?

“Does Emma live with you? I thought she lived in a dorm.” The only man at the table asks, looking at you through squinting eyes, the girl beside him furrowing her brows in response to his question. She looked perfect, that was something no one could ever deny.

“No, she’s just at home with me a lot.” The two of them look at the two of you with an ‘aha’ look, your platonic relationship with the girl next to you having been questioned more than once that evening.

Long fingers fumble with opening the black wallet, the card in the small pocket almost impossible to pull out without longer nails, but in the end it slides out without all too much fuss. You call Juliana back over to the table with a wave of your hand, the sleek black bank card in your hand ready for her to take.

“We’re ready to close out.” You tell her as soon as she reaches the table, having decided after all to pay for everyone since Cal had played nice for the most part. “What’s customary for tip here? 20 percent? Add a 60 percent tip and close us out please.”

Adding a small wink to the end of your sentence as a sort of gesture to thank her, she quickly gets a move on to the card machine, swiping your card and clicking on the screen in front of her. She likely feels your steady gaze on her all throughout the transaction, even as she bends down slightly to write something on the receipt.

Surprisingly enough, despite Emma’s usual aversion to silence, nothing more is said at the table, not until Juliana comes back with both your card and the receipt, 11 small digits clearly written out in dark blue ink on the back of it.

Sliding your card back into your wallet and your wallet into your pocket, the four of you leave the table almost simultaneously, a small gap between you and Em and the couple behind you. It’s not until everyone is outside that you actually take a closer look at everyone, the small details you wouldn’t have noticed earlier in the artificial lighting, like the way Nika’s eyes shone so brightly in the setting sun, or the way her brunette hair glimmered with the way the sun hit it. Even the small sunburn over her nose was visible now, a natural beauty beyond comprehension.

“Thank you for tonight then, it was nice to meet you both.” Sticking your hand out along with your words, you wait for the tall man to shake it, meeting his smile with your own, and while you expect the girl beside him to do the exact same thing, she did something you never would’ve expected.

Her arms wrap around your torso, head landing almost directly in the crook of your neck like it was made to fit perfectly there. Hesitantly wrapping your own arms around her strong body, the hug lasts slightly longer than either of you probably expected, and as you pull away you’re surprised to not find any type of awkwardness between you and what’s practically your sister-in-law by extension.

Looking away from the pair of them as Em says her goodbyes, you’re only really brought back down onto earth by Em pushing against your shoulder. Turning back to wave at them as you walk away the only one that apparently has the same thought as you is Nika, sweet beautiful amazing Nika.

And so, you wave slowly to her, smiling softly when she waves back, all before turning back to walk towards your car with your best friend attached to your hip.

Your thoughts are plagued with the girl who possesses that soft smile that makes your stomach flip, the one who’s just so perfect in every way. The one who made you not even look at that waitress’ number, just because not a single person would be comparable to her.

Your keys jangle as you hang them on the hook on the wall, pushing your shoes off and almost throwing yourself on the couch.

“What is up with you?” Emma asks as she bypasses the living room in search of the ice cream in the kitchen. Her hand glides over the cushions, sliding over the top of your head casually.

“Nothing.” You answer her, just as your phone buzzes, a notification coming through for you. Ignoring Em’s various grumbling sounds, you pick your phone up, looking at the instagram notification.

nika.muhl started following you

Smiling full toothed, you quickly open instagram and follow her back, both on your alt and main. And as En jumps over the back of your couch with the ice cream and two spoons in hand you get another notification;

nikalovesbball has requested to follow norflondonforever

norflondonforever has requested to follow nikalovesbball

nikalovesbball has accepted your request

norflondonforever has accepted your request

Taking your spoon from Em’s hand, you quickly turn the tv on to the cartoon channel before she can comment on your sneaky activities.

Cartoons and ice cream, the best solution to your problem, your big, humongous, terrifying problem.

For now at least.

#woso #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #woso imagines #wbb x reader #uconn wbb #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl #ocs #i have no clue when the next chapter will be out #ngl I’ve been watching a lot of bewitched lately

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dropthedemiurge · 7 months ago

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Time of Fever (Donghee/Hotae story recap) #1

Since this movie (Unintentional Love Story's spinoff, prequel about Hotae and Donghee) is currently shown only in cinemas in Korea, I went and watched it :D And for people who don't mind spoilers or want to know what's their story without waiting until it becomes available and translated online, I wrote a recap!

It turned out to be... uhh... quite lengthy so I'll make several posts or comments :] Let me know if you want to be tagged in them!

Disclaimer: I'm putting everything under 'read more' so people won't catch spoilers accidentally! Screenshots are from the trailer, I put them along the scenes I described. Disclaimer #2: I'm not fluent in Korean (especially listening to it by-ear) and some characters had accents/satoori so some details can be missed. But I tried my best to write down what I was definitely sure about :D I'm re-listening to my audio recording so it won't be that far away from truth.

Enjoy!

Hotae is standing outside, dressed in a suit, looking far away as kids shout around. The camera pans out, and it's revealed he's dressed in a funeral-attending suit (seems like his father has died). The kids' ball rolls to his feet, and they ask Hotae to pass them the ball back. Hotae leads the ball and plays the football with kids, starting to smile.

Hotae moves to the big cottage-like house with backyard and peach trees where his mom (and also Donghee) has been living. He is eager to rush into the house, calling out 'Hyung!' but Donghee isn't at home. Hotae is looking at all the old shelves, childhood books and sport trophees.

He texts Donghee "Hyung, I arrived! When are you coming?". Donghee hasn't responded but he was coming after school, hesitantly walking along the house outer wall. Hotae notices him and sneaks to hide in bushes, jumping over and surprising him. I think they haven't seen each other for 2(?) years. They bicker a little. Then Hotae says: "Hyung, you haven't changed at all". Donghee replied with: "You grew up well, Go Hotae."

Their moms are chatting and suggesting Hotae goes to Donghee's school, while Hotae is taking out books outside and Donghee is studying inside the house. They steal glances at each other through the window.

Donghee and Hotae go through school's gates, Donghee is grabbed by a friend and Hotae is stopped by the guard (because of his improperly looking uniform). Then we're at the swimming pool, Hotae is in the team, getting scolded along with other late students. The head(?) of the team is Donghee's friend who said Hotae better be working hard, if he wasn't Donghee's younger bro (not specified meaning sibling or just junior) they would've kicked his ass. Hotae bites back that he's not Donghee's younger bro.

Donghee came home late, Hotae was waiting for him. He speaks to Donghee very informally and disrespectfully, 'You know what hour it is? Don't you hear me? Hey, Kim Donghee!' Donghee: "Are you out of your mind? Why aren't you calling me hyung?".

Hotae asks Donghee if he got 1st place in competition and says that he has to also earn 1st place then. He asks Donghee to come see him, even if it's just evaluation and not competition. Donghee responds that he'll come see Jisoo (his friend on the swimming team), Hotae is annoyed. "Say it once again! Who you'll come to see?! - Yoo Jisoo. - Again. - Who?>:(( - Aaah damn it, fine. You, I'll come to see you, happy?" Hotae is, indeed, happy and promises to get 1st place.

The swimming competition starts, Hotae starts well but fails. Donghee's standing outside waiting. Jisoo comes to him offering to come get some food, but Donghee declines. Jisoo's like ah, you're waiting for your guy, alright.

Donghee goes to search for Hotae. Hotae is sitting near the wall in his swimming suit, towel on his shoulders and head, he's trembling while crying. Donghee sits in front of him and says: "Wow, you're really ugly :D Get up, let's go grab some food. No? Alright, just cry out as much as you can then. I won't tell anyone."

They walk back home down the train road, lit up by the sunlight. Hotae: "Aah the sun is so bright, my eyes hurt." Donghee: "Isn't it because you cried so hard?" Hotae: "No!>:(" They bicker a little, and Donghee laughs at Hotae's face expression again. Meanwhile, Hotae was emotional but now he's in awe because there is someone watering bushes behind Donghee, and there are droplets of water and bright warm sun, and Donghee looks so beautiful. They walk back home together.

Hotae watches his mother dot on Donghee as he leaves home again. Hotae follows Donghee and discovers he's often staying in the old art workshop schoolroom. There are old drawing easels and canvases, books everywhere and two plaster busts. Hotae wanders around and tries to peek into sketchbooks, Donghee rushes to him and grabs the dark blue sketchbook out of his hands, scolding him not to open it.

(screenshot not from this scene but this is the view of that school art studio~)

Hotae discovers some book lying around and opens up to read it. It's a story about man turning into an insect (I didn't see the cover but I can safely guess it's "The Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka?). Hotae is confused what kind of story is this. Donghee is like "If one day I get turned into an insect, (will you still love me) am I Kim Donghee or am I an insect?". Hotae is still confused about his question and the book.

Hotae falls asleep, napping in the studio while Donghee studies. Donghee walks away without him but slams the door loudly so Hotae wakes up and runs after him. It's raining outside, they are covering their head with hood (H) and backpack (D). In the middle of rain pouring, Hotae stops giving any fucks and spreads his arms, shoving his face under the rain. Donghee looks at him, smiles and does the same. They both enjoy the pouring rain and play in it, until they run to hide in the tunnel.

Hotae laughs, they remember their childhood. Donghee asks why Hotae doesn't call him "hyung". Hotae doesn't answer but comes to him and helps squeeze out the water from his orange fluffy sweater. Romantic mood, cue~

The rain turns into thunderstorm when they are already home. They sleep next to each other on different futons. Donghee's back is turned to Hotae, he's facing the window. He's trembling under the blanket. We get flashback to an angry man (his dad) punching and hitting Donghee to the ground amidst lightning and thunder.

Hotae stirs up and asks whether he's cold or scared. Donghee tells him to just go to sleep, but Hotae refuses. Then he's like 'aah whatever, move!', gets up and lies right next to Donghee (back to him). After a while, Donghee turns and scoots closer, clasping his shirt in his fingers, asking Hotae not to mind it.

Hotae asks: "You weren't like this before, what happened? - Everything changes, so I have changed too." Donghee almost noses into him. Hotae feels the breath from his lips on his back, gets shivers and remembers it next morning as well.

They sit on a porch of the house, Donghee brought Hotae some cut up tomatoes to eat. Hotae whines that it's too hot. He grabs tomato, bites in it and the drop of juice escapes down his arm. Donghee fixates on it and reaches out to wipe it with his fingers. Hotae freaks out about it, gets a bit rude and leaves.

He's swimming in the pool alone, full of thoughts about Donghee that obviously bother him. There's a random girl who meets him after his practice, she confesses to Hotae and asks him out. Hotae: "Well, alright".

They walk together, but Donghee was playing basketball and now is going home. Hotae tells the girl he'll be leaving and runs to Donghee, putting an arm around his back that Donghee says to keep to himself. Girl, frustrated, yells after him. Donghee is confused but Hotae tells him not to mind it and offers to go grab some food.

Days go by, Donghee keeps texting Hotae to help him with something (like 'buy some eggs on the way home', or 'bring me earphones' etc), Hotae ditches his new girlfriend because of "urgent thing", and rushes home with eggs.

Donghee is cooking and is surprised to see his face (there is a small wound). We learn that girlfriend cursed at Hotae and slapped him for not giving her any attention and constantly ditching her. Hotae says it's nothing, he just broke up with his girlfriend. "Why? - Because I bought eggs. - What even is this…"

Donghee walks home from school, he sees Hotae and goes to him happily but Hotae's with another girl who confesses to him and asks to become her boyfriend, and Hotae once again says "Alright then". Donghee is upset.

He returns home late, and Hotae yells at him because he was worried and Donghee wasn't responding to any texts, yet he was holding a phone in his hand (idk why but he had two in the movie xD). They bicker again about Hotae addressing him impolitely. "- Ya! (Hey) - Ya? Ya?! Hey, are you really not calling me hyung, you–"

Hotae looks at Donghee. "I can't (call you hyung). I won't!"

He walks away from him, but after awhile stops and turns back. "Go faster!" He returns and grabs him by the wrist, dragging him towards the house. Donghee smiles. Even when he tells Hotae to take his hand away, Hotae won't.

[to be continued–]

#time of fever #내 손끝에 너의 온도가 닿을 때 #unintentional love story #time of fever recap #dropthemeta #dropthemeta time of fever #korean bl #bl series #donghee #hotae #donghee x hotae

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buboloboogie · 7 months ago

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I turned Void, Pepper, and Pickles into Kindred !! :D

HURAYYY THEY'RE ALL KINDRED!!

Essentially in this AU, the PCs are swapped with their companions! Their story lines are similar, pepper and pickles are still twins / daughters of the queen, and Void is a secluded lone wolf trying to find something. HERE ARE THEIR BLERBS BECAUSE I'VE PUT TOO MUCH EFFORT INTO IT vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

Miss Void Bennett. Generally, Void's backstory is the same as Arthur's. BUT!! Because we know basically nothing about Void, where she came from, how long she's been with Arthur, etc. My concept for her is that she has lost almost all of her memories of her human life, and the first few days after her embrace. All she remembers is Vanya's face, and having this feeling of deep rage and heartbreak. She sets out to the Americas after the war, where she meets Mary Davis and Edward. There, she gets help recovering only some of her memories, though only the memories of the beast. Whenever she'd frenzy, kill mortals, and most unfortunately ripping what she knows to be her family to death. After this discovery is when she starts out on her journey to find Vanya. She tells herself its to find out more about her missing memories, but deep down she is motivated completely by revenge. Void is a shy and tentative person at first, though as she gets comfortable she is bright and bubbly. She is very motherly to the few people she does care about, but it is very difficult for her to create that sort of trust in any sort of relationship. She tries to keep most people at an arms length, but there are a few who sneak through the cracks. Triva!: (SPOILERS AHEAD!!!) - Instead of a book with names, she sketches down every face she remembers tearing apart. - At the midnight circle, her form becomes more of a crazy old were-cat lady - Her tenabris form takes the shape of a writhing cat, with piercing red eyes. - She has Celerity dots instead of Fortitude dots - Her guilt manifests as a need to 'make up for it' by helping kindred and mortals worse off than her, another reason she mothers and guides the two Princesses. - Akin to Arthur, she feels as if taking care of the two twins is how she will atone, but she also will get flashes of warm memories of her younger twin siblings during calm and quiet moments. - When she diablorizes the winged kindred in the Cullen Games, her wings are those of a bat, but the arm bones are covered with a matted black fur. She also has retractable claws on the tips of the bat wing fingers.

Pepper Tucker. Pepper is a Vet tech who lives with her deadbeat father, who's failing car repair shop gets by on her paychecks. In her free time, she's helping The Demons strategize their next move against the Fangs, or smoking delirious amounts of pot ( The only strain she smokes is one called 'Cat Nip' ). Some say she has nine lines, for how many times she's almost knocked on deaths door. She her personality is indifferent. She seems tired, and like her head is somewhere up in the clouds. But even with this, she is someone almost paranoid of her surroundings. She is blunt, with no filter, and is not afraid to rip your ego to shreds without even raising an eyebrow. Pepper is always around - its a little weird honestly - and she is always willing to offer a helping hand to those she cares about. Trivia!: (SPOILERS AHEAD!!!) - Because Slimecicle references Pepper as a boy, and as Salem, while Condi references Pepper as a girl; She is MTF, Salem is her deadname while Pepper is her chosen name. - She is a Gangrel rather than a Brujah - She is a cat therian - Pepper seems to be unnaturally good at anything on the first try. It is kind of annoying - Her interactions with the twins are more Vex: NUH UH Pepper: uh huh Vex: NUH UH!!! Pepper: Uh huh Vex: NUH UUUHH!! Pepper: Stupidsayswhat? Vex: What? Viv: Brother I believe that she fucking got yo- Vex: CURSE YOU SHAMIASHAMAIII!!!! Pepper: lol - She has dots in Potence rather than Protean - She is a very dirty fighter, nut shots, pocket sand, its the only way she knows how to fight. - She nursed a near-death Fisher (type of wild weasel) back to health when she was little, and keeps him around as a pet. She names the Fisher Emezil, and he is the source of her 9 lives. - Instead of Adam Sandler movies, she is locked in her little pool of blood for hours watching Nick Cage movies. - Her battles with Gabriel (who is a coyote themed Gangrel) are the only time where she really raises her voice. I like to think instead of gay jokes, she is always twisting Gabriel's jokes into transphobic remarks, which he stumbles over his words and they go into a fuck you back and forth

Princess Pullette (Pickles) Bathroy Princess Pullette is a ball of energy that cannot be contained. Being cooped up inside the castle all her life, she has become a prank master. Playing silly pranks on the important vampires, and getting a slap on the wrist from her uncle each time, she is inching to get the hell OUT. Then one day, when loosing guards chasing her from putting a fake snake toy in the washroom, she comes across some papers that seems to be documentation of one "No Breaks Car Repair" shop in LA. After getting the iron fist from her mother, getting grounded indefinitely to the room she's been stuck in since... forever. Seething with rage, she dominates a few guards to escort her to the dark door, where she leaves the castle for the first time and spawns in at "No Breaks Car Repair." The Princess of the Ventrue clan gets her name Pickles from Pepper in their first interaction; Pep: Soo.. whats you're name supposed to be? Pick: Princess p-..... what do you think it is..? >:3c Pep: uhh.... idk Princess Pickles? Pick: It's Pickles now >:3c Pickles is the extrovert of an extrovert. She lives the thrill of adrenaline, doing whatever she deems is fun or funny in the moment. She is a yapper, most DEFINITELY doesn't know how to control her volume, and has the ability to talk about absolutely nothing for hours on end. She is ditsy and definitely does not think of the people around her, or what their opinion of her might be, at first. She truly is a caring person, who at the end of the day wants to do what's right, and make her mother proud. Trivia!: (SPOILERS!!) - Pickles still has the same flaws as Shilo, ex. Needing blood to be fed to her, needing to wear 'traditional vampire attire', and believing in the old folk lore - When the twins talk to uncle lazy in the old folk's home bathroom, Pickles is given Shilo, in which rains her in a bit because she thinks the bird is broken because of how timid it seems. She embraces the bird when he finally slept one night, thinking he died & the only way to save him was to turn him. (Pepper just helped calm down the anxious bird) Shilo afterwards is more energetic and warm towards pickles. - Whenever Pickles tries to talk about what her mother barred her from telling, she honks like a goose - Pickles has dots in celerity rather than presence - Edward gets under her skin, and truly spawns this unbridled fire of rage inside of her, which motivates her to yell "SUCK IT, ZOOLANDER!" at Elysium, and tunnel visions as she vows to 'dethrone him' if its the last thing she does - Pickles is so glad to have a sister. Genuinely probably the best thing that ever happened to her THATS MY SHPEAL!!!! If you have any more questions about them, throw them in my ask box!!! Here's some more concept / doodles for their designs, thank you so much if you read all that rambling :,,) (SPOILERS BELOW 2ND SKETCH!!) also yes Sunshine is the Sheriff rather than Deacon >:3c

Here's the link to Void's OG design !!!

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i520u · 1 year ago

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ten. you

You’ve known Gyuvin for much longer. You still remembered how your hands were trembling when you first walked into the class. It was 9 in the morning, and nobody seemed to care about you being a new student. You thought that that was the best case scenario, although the lack of reaction had only served in making you feel like a loser.

You remembered Gyuvin walking all the way from the opposite side of the classroom to where you were sitting, just to introduce himself to you. He told you his name, and that he was born in Seoul. He told you that if you needed any help, he was more than willing to assist you in anything.

You were very thankful for him, and you thought that the two of you could be great friends then. However, you quickly realised that Gyuvin had his own group of friends, and you were too shy to simply barge into their conversations and force yourself into the friendship. Therefore, although the two of you were considered as friends from the very first day of school, he didn’t quite feel like one until 4 months later.

You seemed lost in your own thoughts as you recalled your first meeting with Gyuvin, you weren’t really sure why you even thought about him all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the nostalgic feeling from unpacking all of your childhood stuff from the move-in boxes, or maybe it was the fact that Yujin had just announced that he was coming over to help around the house.

As if on cue, you watched the very person you were thinking about walk into your house, accompanied by Yujin. Like a typical Korean visitor, he immediately walked past you and towards your mother, introducing himself properly. A smile that was barely visible was formed on your face as you watched your friend. You didn’t realise even the smallest things such as the customs of your hometown could be missed.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, your eyes darted to Gyuvin who was now in front of you. “Are you okay? You look distracted.” He asked, a hint of curiosity evident in his voice. You shook your head as you let out a dry chuckle. “I guess I am. I’m a little tired from this cleaning spree,” you admitted, looking behind at the mountains of boxes that were still untouched.

“It’s not like Yujin is of much help. He’s just been trying to find anything embarrassing I owned as a kid,” you continued, scratching the back of your neck from feeling flustered. Gyuvin giggled as he looked over at your younger brother. “He’s so cute! You’re lucky. My younger siblings hate me.” He pouted, he put his hands on his hips to add into the dramatic effect.

You gave him a look, “I wonder why.” You smiled, followed by Gyuvin’s fake-gasp. You could feel someone approaching you, your gaze leaving Gyuvin, and towards the presence, only to be met with Yujin. He was standing awfully close to you, which made you wonder what he wanted.

Yujin put an arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear to whisper something. “Stop flirting with him, it’s gross.” He backed away, his face morphed into a disgusted expression. You raised an eyebrow at your younger brother, swatting his arm away from you. “You’re such a freak,” you mumbled, loud enough for Yujin to hear, but quiet enough that your mother wouldn’t.

Gyuvin only stared at the two of you in confusion, but decided not to get himself in the middle of two siblings bickering. “Who should I help? Ms Han? Y/N? Yujinnie?” He asked, a proud smile on his face as he waited for someone to ask for his help. “You should help Y/N. Her noodle hands can’t even carry one box by herself.” Yujin continued teasing, you were about to give his shoulder a hard slap but he saw it coming, and dodged it.

“Also because I don’t want to hear Gyuvin waffling about his friendship breakup. This cleaning spree is already annoying as it is.” He continued, immediately making his way to your mother. Gyuvin frowned at Yujin’s lack of empathy for his situation — although he admits, it wasn’t a big deal — you on the other hand, was quite concerned with what Yujin had said. Friendship breakup? Did he get into a fight with Gunwook?

You noticed Gyuvin looking over at you as if he was waiting for your order. The need to be nosy and know more about the ‘friendship breakup’ your brother mentioned was heightened. You told Gyuvin that you needed help bringing the boxes upstairs to where your room was, and he happily helped carry the multiple boxes at once.

You were a little nervous bringing a boy, or anyone in general, into your room for the first time ever, you never had the chance to do so back then — when your parents used to fight all the time. It felt all too weird, and uncomfortably new.

Shaking off the bad memory, you tried starting a conversation with Gyuvin to distract yourself from it. “Did you get into a fight with Gunwook or something?” You asked as soon as he settled down in your room. Gyuvin’s eyes widened a little, his mouth slightly hung open when you mentioned his friend’s name. He shook his head, “not just him — but it’s not really a fight, I guess I’m just upset.” He sighed, his hands wandering around the box to figure a way to open it.

You could tell from his body language that he was avoiding eye contact, you were unsure if he was uncomfortable with the topic of friendship, or if he was just embarrassed of being upset over something that people might assume is small.

You took out a picture of you and Minji from the box he was practically hugging, looking away from him in a way to make him feel less uncomfortable. “You don’t have to talk about it,” you told him as you placed the picture on your nightstand. “No, I do want to talk about it, but I feel silly — I feel dramatic.” Gyuvin sighed, standing up to walk towards you.

Eyes darting towards the tall boy, you thought of teasing him a little — just to cheer him up. “Does Gyuvinnie need a hug?” You laughed, you didn’t really spread your arms to welcome him into a hug, it was really meant to be a joke. Although, upon seeing how his eyes lit up, and how quickly he nodded to your question, you felt a little bad leaving him hanging.

You sighed, at that moment, he reminded you of Yujin. You gave his shoulder a pat, before leaning in to hug him. It was an awkward hug — you’ve never actually hugged him before, there was even space in between the two of you, it was honestly laughable. Gyuvin appreciated it, though.

“Thanks, dude,” he mumbled, his head resting on your shoulder. “It’s Ricky, by the way, I know he’s your boyfriend, or whatever.” He continued mumbling. Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing his name, but you kept a calm composure — you didn’t want to let Ricky’s best friend, of all people, figure out that you’ve got a massive crush on him.

You broke away from the prolonged awkward hug, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. You raised an eyebrow at him, you were about to correct him on his statement, “are you guys dating?” He asked, cutting you off from what you were about to say. You pressed your lips together, looking away from Gyuvin as you shook your head.

“Okay, I won’t feel like I’m badmouthing him then,” he sighed, “he’s just been ignoring me, for a few days now. Thing is, I don’t know what I’ve done, he’s gotten mad at me before, but it has never been this bad before. Not to mention, I’m starting to feel left out by both him and Gunwook because of this.” He started rambling, but you tried your best to listen to him attentively.

Gyuvin looked sad as he tried to tell you why he felt left out, of course you knew what he was talking about. You were there when Ricky invited Gunwook to stay on that day. You didn’t ask about Gyuvin, thinking it wasn’t really your business. Who would’ve known it would actually lead into something as big as this.

Gyuvin was sitting on the floor, it was clear he didn’t want you to see his sad expression. You knew he was sulking about it — rightfully so. You could tell that Gyuvin really cherishes and loves his friends, and he was evidently upset. Maybe he just convinced himself that he was being dramatic. Although, in your point of view, you would’ve reacted the same way if Minji left you out the way Ricky did.

You got off of your bed, you let your back slide against your bed as you sat down on the floor with Gyuvin. You were hesitant, at first, but you powered through with what you had in mind. Your arm reached out to wrap itself around his shoulders, in hopes that it’ll give him comfort.

With a sigh, you gently caressed the side of his shoulder. You were unsure with what to do, but you let your sisterly instincts take charge of your actions. “It’s alright, Gyuvin, your feelings are valid. You shouldn’t make yourself feel stupid for feeling upset.” You gave his shoulder a light squeeze as you whispered.

Gyuvin’s head was still looking down to the floor — he wasn’t crying, obviously — but he just didn’t want you to see him when he’s sad. “You know,” he exhaled, as if trying to gain courage to look at you, “me and Ricky, we’ve been friends for 7 years now. If there was any conflict between us, we’d always talk it out. Which is why I’m so sad that he’s just ignoring me this time around.” His shoulders dropped in disappointment.

You honestly felt sorry for him, you wondered what made Ricky react the way he did towards Gyuvin. You didn’t really know Ricky that well, so you didn’t want to judge him after only hearing Gyuvin’s side of the story. “When I get into an argument with Minji, we’d ignore each other for a while too. I guess it’s just normal. Maybe give him a week, and then you should try talking to him again!” You advised, you weren’t sure how useful your input was, but Gyuvin seemed satisfied enough.

He caught you by surprise when he pulled you into a hug — almost like a sideway hug, if that was even a thing. “I really needed somebody that wouldn’t belittle me for my feelings, thanks Y/N.” He mumbled as his head rested on top of yours. You nodded, unsure with how you were supposed to respond.

He seemed to be in good spirits afterwards, immediately suggesting that the two of you should get back to work. He pointed out that the most important thing was to hang the curtains in your room — even lecturing you about how dangerous it is to have no curtains for privacy reasons as a girl.

“I would’ve never let my little sister stay in a room with no curtains! Who knows what could happen to her. There’s so many creeps out there, Y/N. You can never be too careful.” He sighed. You didn’t have a ladder to make it easier for you to hang your curtains (which was also the reason why you never hung them in the first place), Gyuvin suggested that he’ll do it while standing on a chair.

The two of you continued talking and joking around as he carefully did the task at hand. He was aware of how clumsy he could get, so he was being extra careful despite having fun with the conversation the two of you were having. The two of you mostly bonded over having younger siblings. You learned that Gyuvin genuinely adores his siblings, and for a second you were glad that Yujin had someone like him to lean onto.

As Gyuvin was stepping down, you could hear someone calling your name, ultimately distracting you. Your grip on the chair loosened as you looked back to the door of your room to see if there was actually someone calling for you. The chair wobbled a little, although Gyuvin already had one foot down. The wobble did affect his balance. Out of panic, he roughly gripped onto your shoulders for support.

Your focus went back to Gyuvin as you grabbed onto his waist to help him regain his balance. The push and pull between the two of you ultimately led to both of you falling, but Gyuvin was quick enough to not fall on you. “You fucking idiot,” he laughed, whispering the curse word.

You let out a giggle as you stared at him from the corner of your eye. “My head is gonna have a bump,” you told him, which only made him laugh even more. “You deserved that for being a dumbass.” He exclaimed, you would’ve continued laughing with him, but it came to a halt when you realised somebody was indeed standing by the door.

Your eyes widened a little at the familiar face. Familiar, handsome face. “Ricky? What are you doing here?” You asked, pushing yourself up from the floor. Your hands quickly dusting off whatever that might’ve been on your shirt, your mind automatically telling you to fix yourself in front of him. Ricky didn’t seemed as delighted to see you, his hand was holding something familiar.

“I stopped by to give you these. I already washed them for you,” his voice was still soft as he talked to you, but his gaze was somewhat… cold? He just seemed unamused. You recalled what Gyuvin had told you, and you figured whatever happened between them was the reason why the air was tense. Passing you the clothes that you had previously left at his house, you noticed he didn’t spare Gyuvin a single look.

You felt a little awkward being caught in the middle of it, racking your brains to figure out what you should say to lighten up the mood. “You should stay for dinner! You too, Gyuvin,” You said, your voice slightly shaking from being nervous. Ricky flashed you a smile, and even in a situation as dire as that, you managed to swoon over him. “I’d love to, but I should get going. Let’s eat lunch together tomorrow, Y/N.” He said. You nodded almost immediately to his suggestion.

Ricky mumbled a ‘bye’ to you, playfully pinching your cheeks before leaving. When you were sure Ricky was far away enough, you let out a squeal. You honestly forgot about Gyuvin being right behind you, and Gyuvin for sure noticed how red your cheeks became. He would be a fool if he didn’t catch onto your feelings for Ricky.

You tried to play it off upon realising you still had a guest in your room, in hopes that he didn’t hear you practically squealing for his literal best friend. “That was crazy. I can’t believe he just popped into my house unannounced,” you laughed dryly, hoping to change the subject. Gyuvin nodded, he didn’t want to make it awkward with you, so he pretended to be oblivious.

“To be fair, the two of you have been going to each other’s houses quite a lot. Almost like you guys are dating.” He teased. You tried not to react to what he had just said, Gyuvin noticed how your cheeks slowly started to flush again. It practically confirmed his suspicions. In fact, he was excited about this newfound information.

He might not be on good terms with Ricky at the moment, but as his friend, Gyuvin silently made a promise to himself that he will make the two of you date each other. He just wished he could tell Ricky of what he just witnessed.

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synopsis ↯ in which you are paired up with ricky shen, who fully convinced himself that you purposely became his partner in order to date him.

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dearest-painter · 1 year ago

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No she’s MY daughter PT.2

Summary: Y/N Drew is the adopted daughter of Jessica drew as a 6 soccer year old girl. What she doesn’t know is that she looks a bit to familiar to her mom’s boss, in his eyes she’s the reincarnation of his dead daughter. When Y/N and her friends have to help an anomaly stay alive it reveals that more people want her as family.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is basically Gabriella O’Hara aka Miguel’s dead daughter but you can change your looks just some things will look like Gabriella,Reader is a soccer player which is based off of my experience,Reader is 6 years old so no romance bc duh,very out of character characters,this is a series,Her mama brought her to a chase,Reader is BFFS with Pavitr,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.1 PT.3

You’ve been waiting for your mama for so long that coloring became so boring! “Miss Lyla, if your an AI can you tell me where my mama is please?” “I can try kid!” You smiled as she began looking for your mama, you’ve seen Miguel every so often asking if your hungry or thirsty..he’s sorta scary in your eyes as the dark room doesn’t help with his skull spider logo. He’s the same height as your dad so that made you less scared of him…sorta. “Okay kid, your mom is coming with some other people”

You nodded your head then started move your ankles in a circle motion at different times as your shoes were getting annoying so you then decided to just untie them to loosen them up. “Much better!..what to do is the question…” you made a ‘tch’ sound multiple times as you thought, steal from Miguel since in Hobie’s words ‘Big man don’t need it, he already got to much power’ or something like that, take a nap, or fix the little gizmo in your pocket…fixing the gizmo it is! You took the gizmo out and your double sided screwdriver (basically it can come out of the holder and it has a different screwdriver head on the other side). The gizmo is just a little robot fella named Gizmo.

Lyla watched as she secretly recorded it as she liked to see you happy. “There’s my girl!” “Mama!” You stopped and ran to hug your mama’s legs which you did! You then hugged Hobie which he hugged back then Gwen but you stopped at the new guy. “What’s your name? I like your outfit!” “Thanks! I’m Miles Morales!” You smiled and held your hand out to be nice. “Y/N Drew!” Miles shook your hand then looked at your mother then at you as he didn’t know what to say next. You looked around to see Pavitr as you missed your best friend.

“Where’s Pavy?” “Pavitr is busy but don’t worry, you two will see each other soon” “Yay!” You jumped a bit not paying attention to the conversation that’s currently happening between Miles and Miguel. “Don’t blame him! He had a bad teacher!” “Peter!” “Hey!” “You have a baby!” “I have a baby!” You smiled as you held Mayday as you two giggled, she then wanted to go to the wall so you walked to the wall and she started crawling on it. Miguel was say something in Spanish but you didn’t understand as you giggled seeing Mayday run or crawl away from her dad.

Jessica smiled as she knew you’ll be a great big sister with the way you take care of Mayday, your baby sibling will be so glad to have you as a big sister. Her and her husband always loved the way you ramble about how your going to protect and annoy your baby sibling as it seemed so adorable. Miguel looked over a bit to see you and Mayday playing together and laughing in joy.

He smiled a bit as it was a cute sight to see his daughter playing with a toddler. He knew Lyla was recording with the way she was squealing silently in joy so that no one payed attention to her. He wish he could take you home right now so you’ll be safe and far away from all these annoying assholes as you don’t need to be around all of these people as they’ll rot your brain.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere x female reader #fem reader #female reader #no she’s my daughter series #no romantic relationships #no romance #part 2 of many #Gabriella!Reader #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse

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a-aexotic · 2 years ago

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Hiiiii could you do a rafe x reader fluff where topper texts reader saying “rafe likes you too, but you can’t tell him!” but rafe has your phone so he sees the messages and asks you if you like him and I’ll that cute stuff🤭 please and thank uou🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!thornton!reader requested? yes no

warnings. i think honestly nothing but alcohol, swearing, sibling banter, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. you've liked rafe for a little bit now and you never though in a million years that he would ever like you back. until your older brother decides he's had enough.

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"Topper, no." You put your hand on the bridge of your nose, disappointed and annoyed. Ever since you've told Topper that you liked Rafe, he's been nagging him about asking him out.

Topper rolled his eyes. "Then how else are you going tell him you like him?"

"I'm not telling him until I know for a fact he likes me back, I'm not embarrassing myself." You stated matter-of-factly, making Topper groan and lay back on the couch, his arms crossed.

"You're a pussy, that's why." Topper mumbled making you whip your head towards him, angry.

"Oh shut the hell up, it took you how many months again, before asking Sarah out?-"

"That's different, okay, she had a boyfriend and I'm not a homewrecker." Topper countered making you cross your arms and move your gaze to the TV.

Topper was very persistent on helping you get with Rafe. No matter how many times you've told him that you were just waiting on the right time to tell him, he'd pass it off as you being a coward. It was getting pretty exhausting, Topper's nagginess was really starting to annoy you.

You and Rafe were friends, that's all it was at the moment. He's never shown interest in you and it would be really awkward if you told him you liked him, then he rejected you. You would never be able to face him again.

Rafe and Topper were at the Club, getting lunch before Topper was supposed to go shopping with his mom for your birthday present. They were sitting at their usual table, ordering drinks. You were turning the big 1-8 this week and Rafe wanted to get you something special.

He'd usually get you some jewelry or a gift card but that didn't feel right. "What should I get her?"

Topper rolled his eyes, this was the fifth time he'd asked today. He took a drink of his cocktail before quickly answering: "I don't know, you should ask her."

"Dude." Rafe scoffed, "that wouldn't be special if I just asked her. It has to be a surprise."

"Why do you care so much?"

That question had caught Rafe off guard. Why did he care so much? He wasn't obligated to get you a present, especially a special one.

Topper knew instantly why he cared. A smirk rose from his lips as he sighed contently. "You like her."

"What? No, I don't." Rafe countered as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Did he? Topper stared blankly at Rafe. "I mean, she's nice. And cute. But she's your sister so that would be really weird. But I mean you are dating Sarah... Not that I would want to date Y/N, but-"

"You like her. You like Y/N."

Rafe was quiet for a second as Topper smirked, taking a sip of his drink happily. Did Rafe like Y/N?

She did make him feel all giddy and nervous at times, but he'd known her his entire life essentially. He remembers having a tiny crush on her in middle school and he wanted to her ask to Homecoming Sophomore year but those times were different. They were both basically adults now.

Rafe was just confused. He didn't know why Topper had to blurt that out right now but now Rafe couldn't even think straight.

He was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard Topper's phone ring. "I gotta go, my mom's here. Don't forget, you're hanging out at our house until I get back."

Oh shit. He forgot he said he was going to stay at the Thornton's until he came back from the mall. His face flushed as he looked at his phone, trying to play nonchalant. "Okay, uh. Tell me what you get her."

"I will." Topper had a big smirk on his face once he left Rafe alone with his thoughts. Did he like Y/N? Again?

You and Rafe were in the kitchen, making some lunch. At first, it had been awkward because of Rafe's discovery but it slowly faded because it was one-sided. Rafe had never felt uncomfortable in your presence, you always had a comforting aura.

You and Rafe were joking around and laughing, per usual. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to see you two together, close and joking around. Even though he was technically Topper's best friend, that didn't stop you two from becoming closer.

As Rafe watched you laugh, he felt the familiar butterfly feeling invade his stomach. He hadn't felt that way about anyone in a while so it was a foreign feeling, he tried to push it down and just enjoy the time with you.

You put down the knife you were using to cut the tomatoes and sighed. "I'll be right back, I gotta go use the bathroom."

Rafe nodded. "Of course, I'll be here."

You smiled back at him as you hurried up the stairs to the bathroom. Rafe was finishing up his sandwich before he heard a phone ting loudly next to him. He turned around to see your phone and he read it subconsciously. His face went read as he processed it.

top 😎 Rafe likes you, too. It's confirmed now, don't tell him. What are you waiting for now?? 🤨😜

His jaw was practically on the floor. You like him? And Topper hadn't told him? He felt betrayed but suddenly he realized that you liked him. He felt a flash of emotions. Was this a good thing?

Rafe didn't have time to process this information because you finished up in the bathroom pretty quickly. You jogged down the stairs, a smile on your face. You froze once you realized Rafe was zoned out.

"Rafe, you okay?" You questioned as you walked back to your spot next to him, putting the lid back on the peanut butter jar. He quickly zoned back in as he heard your voice.

"Yeah! Yes, of course, I just got uh, bored." Rafe says swiftly, smiling at you as you looked back at him, a suspicious look taking over your face.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You sure?"

"Uh, huh." Rafe put his stuff away as you watched him, trying to figure out if he was being honest or not. You decided it was best to just leave it be, Rafe was nothing if not stubborn.

You got your sandwiches and strolled back to your way on the couch, Rafe taking the seat next to you. Rafe took the remote and resumed the TV show you two were watching, an unsettling awkwardness between you two.

You were trying to figure what was wrong while Rafe was trying to figure out what to do about this situation. He'd dreamed of this day for years; the day Y/N liked him back. But of course Topper had to ruin it and tell him. It wasn't exactly his fault because he didn't know Rafe was going to read the text, but with Rafe's absurd luck, he did. And of course Topper's big mouth would go and text Y/N the moment he'd realized Rafe liked you back.

You remembered you needed to respond to your friend's text so you pulled out your phone, and there was Topper's message. Your face went white as you registered why Rafe was acting so weird; he probably had read the text by accident.

That was why Rafe was acting so weird. You wanted cry of embarrassment until you had registered exactly what the text said. Rafe likes you too. He liked you, too?

Rafe likes you back? You furrowed your eyebrows again, was Topper playing some kind of sick prank? You checked the date and no, it wasn't April 1st. Topper wasn't the type to play a prank, so why exactly was Rafe acting weird? If he did truly like you, then why is being weird and distant instead of happy? And then you realized it was Rafe - of course he was going to act weird and distant.

"Hey, Rafe?" You whispered and Rafe turned his attention on you instead of the screen in front of him. "Did you uh, read my text on accident?"

Rafe's eyes widened. "Uh, why?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Why do you think?"

Rafe turned his gaze away from you, bashfully.

"Was it.. Is the text true?"

It took him a couple seconds before responding with a nod. He could try and deny it but where would that take them? Nowhere. It was already out in the open, he might as well address it.

You felt yourself heat up at the confirmation. Rafe liked you - but now all you could hear was Topper's annoying voice comment on how much of a pussy you are. You kept looking at the boy and you wanted to say something but you were nervous.

Rafe looked up at you for the first time for what seemed like hours and as he looked into your wide gaze, he felt himself melt. He couldn't help but smile at your shocked expression but you felt your shock fade into admiration, a smile crawling on your lips, mirroring Rafe's.

Rafe was never good at expressing what he was feeling but he wanted to. He wanted to say something he just... couldn't. So he did the one thing he knew he was good at.

He slowly lifted his hand from his lap and moved it slowly to yours, clasping it in his. You happily accepted it as you both stared into each other's eyes, a mutual nervousness shared between the two.

"Y/N." Rafe let out, breathlessly. "I do like you, seriously. I have liked you for years."

"Years?" You almost laughed but held it in, Rafe rolling his eyes at your tone. "I've liked you for a couple months."

"Wow."

"Well -- I mean, I've always thought you were cute, so." You mumbled as Rafe's lips turned upward again. His ego definitely boosted at that compliment.

"Even with the side part?"

You laughed at the mention of the iconic side part. "Yes, Rafe, even the side part."

"I've always thought you were cute. But the bangs were a no-no for me, I had to question my type for a sec there-"

"Shut up I was like, 12."

You guys both laughed until it died down for a little. Rafe squeezed your hand and then you remembered you were still holding it. You looked down and Rafe swiftly moved his other hand to your face. You both bored into one another's eyes and it felt like time itself had stopped. As Rafe pulled in, you closed your eyes.

Before his lips could land on yours, you heard the front door open. You whipped your head to the door, watching Topper come in, carrying a bunch of bags, your mother following close behind.

"God, I texted you guys like 5 times, I needed help!"

"How much stuff did you guys get?" Rafe's eyes widened at the multiple bags the two were carrying. He got up from the couch and quickly helped your mother, carrying all the bags she was.

"Thank you, Rafe." She smiled as Topper glared at Rafe. "Can you boys go put the bags upstairs for me? They're all for Ms. Y/N's birthday."

Topper scoffed, "Can you guess who's mom's favorite?"

"I think Y/N's everyone's favorite but-"

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe smiled at you and you felt yourself heat up at the comment. They walked but the stairs as you sat at the couch, in awe of what just happened. Rafe held your hand and was about kiss you? Your birthday week couldn't have gone any better. That's the best present anyone could give.

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simplydannie · 10 months ago

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Velvet and Veneer are now in the custody of the Trolls. Branch is not happy one bit. His lacks trust and compassion for the siblings… until he witnesses something that changes his heart.

Branch did not like it one bit… Velvet and Veneer should not be here, so close to Trolls. But he couldn’t argue with Poppy and Floyd.

Those two were determined to redeem them… raise them right. Floyd knew the siblings before they turned on him, he said he knew what they were capable of.

Branch walked into Bergentown as they were preparing for the days festivities. There really was no special holiday planned, Poppy just felt like celebrating a milestone for Velvet and Veneer. He eyed the tall Rageoun from far away as she helped Poppy set up balloons.

“You’re such an awesome balloon decorator Velly! You can add that to your talents!” Poppy exclaimed.

“I don’t think “ballon decorator” counts as a talent. Now I’m thinking you’re making things up.” Velvet said sarcastically. Branch approached them eyeing Velvet.

“Your boyfriend keeps giving me the stink eye, I think I might accidentally squash him.” Velvet smirked.

“I’d like to see you try rotten brat.” He said.

“Gloom troll.” Velvet responded.

“Okay!! I love how we are all getting along.” Poppy laughed nervously. “Hey Branch, why don’t you go get Vennie! He went to go pick out some flowers for our center pieces.”

“Why me? Why not send Floyd?” Branch protested.

“Because we are all working on getting along with each other… Besides Vennie would have a kick in hanging out with you!” Poppy exclaimed, a bright smile coming across her face…. How could he possibly say no.

“Whatever.” He exclaimed as he headed towards the direction Poppy told him to. He didn’t know why Veneer would follow him so much. Branch would continuously give him the cold shoulder, but Veneer would always come back around…. Annoying, Branch thought.

“Veneer! Veneer!” Branch called out. “Poppy would like you back now?” Silence. As Branch got closer to a clearing, he saw a bunch of flowers gathered in one pile. Okay, so he’s here somewhere, he thought to himself.

“Veneer!” Branch called out… how could he miss him? The kid was almost 7 feet tall. As Branch kept walking, he heard the sound of waves… the sea wasn’t very far. The little Troll got closer to a clearing that lead him to a cliff that over looked the ocean…. There was Veneer.

“There you are. Come on. Poppy wants those flowers asap.” Branch said…. But Veneer didn’t move. He stood near the cliff gazing out the sea. Branch could see him sway back and forth. “Hello? Earth to Veneer.”

The young Rageoun turned to look at Branch…. The little Troll was lost for words…. Around Veneers eyes was a pink pigmentation, dark circles looming under his eyes…

“Veneer?” Branch called out again.

“It’s my fault. It’s my fault.” Veneer kept repeating. He looked down over the edge of the cliff. “It’s all…my fault.” He took a step closer.

“…..oh my god…” Branch murmured. He couldn’t call for help… he was afraid that anything sudden would cause Veneer to jump…. Branch had to calm him down… he had to choose his words wisely.

“N-nothing is your fault Veneer. Let’s talk about it.” Branch said as he inched closer.

“No it is. I’m a horrible brother… my sister hates me, the world hates me, you hate me.” Veneer said as he looked over the cliff.

“Ven…. I- I don’t hate you.” Branch responded. How was he, a 6 inch little troll, supposed to pull a 7 foot a Rageoun away from the cliff.

“What if I…. It be better if…. What if I stepped over this cliff?” Veneer inched closer and closer. “It be peaceful…. So peaceful…”

“No Veneer! We need you. Your sister needs you. You’re working to get better remember.” Branch began to calculate his next moves as he eyed a tree near by.

“I hurt Floyd…. I let us hurt Floyd…. The water…it seems so fresh….” Veneer was inches from falling over. “It’ll be okay….”

“No!” Whipping his hair around the tree, Branch slingshotted himself around and right towards Veneers chest. The force was enough to cause the Rageoun to stumble backwards away from the cliff. Branch landed with a soft THUD next to Veneer. The Troll looked up towards him…. The pigmentation was gone as were the dark circle…. He could see Veneer starting to come back slowly.

“What happened?! Why are we here?” He began to panic. He turned and saw Branch. “What was I going to do?” He asked as tears began filling his eyes.

Branch couldn’t believe what he saw… the kid was about to throw himself over a cliff…. And it seemed like he had no control of what he was doing, only acting on impulse. If Branch had showed up a minute too late…The small Troll got close to Veneer, placing a small hand on his.

“…..We’re going to help you…. We’re going to help both of you.”

#dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer #velvet #velvet and veneer trolls #fandom #trolls branch #trolls poppy #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot

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deathbxnny · 1 year ago

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Hello! I've never requested on your acc before but I've seen many of your works and wanted to give a request.

How about the Stellaron Hunters or the Astral Express Family with a child!reader who's like Ray from The Promised Neverland?

If you had never watched it before, Ray is an orphan from GraceField orphanage, and he's one of the smartest children there. He's very introverted and apathetic, so he mostly spends time reading books instead of playing with the other children.

Like I said before, he's very intelligent and a good strategizer. His plans often catch people off guard, but they do work.

And in the anime/mangga, he's pretty suicidal and tried lighting himself on fire. ( He was quickly stopped because [insert character] caught the match before it hit the floor. )

P. S. Yk Stellaron Hunter anon? They're my older sister 💀

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A/N: Omg hello! It's so nice to see even siblings enjoy my work enough to request something, so thank you for the request and the information on the character! Also greet the Stellaron Hunter Anon from me!<33

Content: TW!ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, child reader, platonic relationships, angst, hurt/comfort, parental/sibling figure characters

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Kafka

Kafka noticed right away, that there was something different about you. You were quiet and reserved, often keeping away from everyone to read your books alone. You weren't sociable and disliked anyone talking to you outside of work related things. You intrigued Kafka alot, especially as you at least seemed to tolerate her. Not that you had much of a choice, with her being your assigned caretaker.

With that said, she often praised you for your intelligence. You were alot smarter than you let on and whilst your plans were a little unique, they still always worked out perfectly in the end. She'd always stand there smiling smugly at those who doubted you too, knowing full well that your plans would work.

One thing she did miss though, was your disinterest in being alive. So it came to a shock to her, when she saw you attempting to light yourself on fire. She never expected it and so she moved fast to stop you from doing so. Kafka quickly pulled you into her embrace, unable to say a word, as she just rubbed your back whilst you cried. You were too important to her to die and ever since that day, she made sure you'd never be alone again either. You had her, after all.

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》Blade

Blade didn't mind how introverted and quiet you were. In fact, he preferred it, as it meant that you wouldn't ask much of him or annoy him either. You both enjoyed to keep everything to yourselves and only interacted when it was necessary. But this didn't mean, that Blade didn't keep his eyes on you.

He was secretly very impressed by your intelligence and skills, often wondering how such a child could come up with these elaborate and unique plans, that always worked flawlessly. It made him develop huge trust in you and your abilities, going as far as to even ask for your opinion whenever it's needed first. Despite your age, he still respects you.

One thing he definitely found off about you however, is that you were always so apathetic, which he found odd for a kid your age. He often questioned why that was, which would just earn him an indifferent answer. But he didn't need one, as your actions spoke for you. He was quick to shut your suicide attempt down and stop you from trying anything ever again. He isn't good with emotions and doesn't want to live himself. But you still had a chance at a good life and so he'd make sure, that you would have one.

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》Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf understood how you felt and often left you alone as a result of it. Or at least, visually alone, as she was usually still nearby somewhere to make sure you were okay. She eventually got close enough to you through your interest in books and her love for video games, which made you two practically inseparable. You were both indifferent and mostly introverted, so you got along well.

You always aided her during missions, coming up with elaborate and unexpected escape plans, whenever Herta was close to discovering you two. She also taught you how to hack or code, as you were very intelligent and learned fast. She'd always acknowledge how proud she was of you with a head pat and a snack she gave you.

But even so, she still noticed the darkness that manifested within you over time. She knew your indifference came from a sadder, lonelier part of you and that it was only a matter of time, until you truly had enough. And so, she always stayed close by, stopping anything that even looked like an attempt at your life with ease, whilst acting all natural, despite her aching heart. But you at least knew, that you could count on her.

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A/N: I hope this was alright! Thank you again for your request!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x reader #hsr silver wolf #hsr silver wolf x reader #hsr kafka #hsr kafka x reader #hsr

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Meet and Greet (Reboot Wally x reader)

Inspired heavily by the TikTok made by @bloodrediscream. Love your work!!!

The convention center was vibrant as ever. People in costumes, food stalls, art booths and even meet and greets. My eyes got lost in all the banners advertising the meet ups for different celebrities, artists, and creators, while my smile grew wider as I recognized a few names that I didn't see last time I checked the schedules. I felt an aggressive pull on my hand dragging me back to reality. My smile faded as I saw the annoyed look on his face.

If he's going to have an attitude all day why did he join me. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes and continued forward. "This is amazing! So many of my favorite creators are here!" I looked up at my boyfriend hoping to rub off some of my excitement on him.

He just looked down at me and shrugged, his face remaining annoyed. I released a heavy sigh and pulled my hand away from his. "I think I'm going to explore on my own. We can meet back up in a couple hours," I held up my phone while walking away. "Just text me, when you're ready."

I spent the next hour perusing the aisles of all the different booths. There were so many ideas in one spot it would take me the entire week to go through everything. Even with that much time I still have doubts that I'd get through all of it. I felt a vibration in my pocket and took out my phone. I had 3 missed calls and 17 messages. I didn't hold back the eye roll and set my phone to 'Do Not Disturb' after sending a message of where I was.

The crowd for this Meet and Greet was insane. There were girls screaming, some crying, all were hourding the lines to the booth. My curiosity got the best of me as I joined the line wanting to see what all this commotion was about.

To my surprise the line was moving smoothly. It didn't take long until I could read the banner that said Welcome Home, each letter having it's own color. The name sounded familiar, I remember reading about a reboot of it happening a little while back. I recalled babysitting for my boyfriend's siblings and how they'd beg for me to put this show on. I racked my brain to remember any specific episode but nothing was coming to mind.

"NEXT" the loud voice shook me to my core. My thought bubble was abruptly popped as I stumbled to move forward. I looked at the security guard as he ushered me to go past the velvet rope he had undone. I felt panic erupt inside me. When did I get to the front? Who am I even meeting? I don't have anything for them to sign.

I tried to calm myself down with deep breathes as I moved closer to the table. My calming methods were immediately ruined as I looked at the man at the booth. I felt blush warm up my cheeks. He was devishly handsome, I couldn't blame the girls I saw earlier. He had messy blue hair, that had been done up in an old hair style. His rsmile was sweet but his eyes…those are a different story. For some reason I felt as if he was looking directly through me, reading my thoughts, trying to uncover my soul. It sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I laughed off my nervousness and tried to avoid his eyes. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hello neighbor! Thank you for coming to the meet and greet! Do you have something for me to sign?" He sounded tired. His delivery was perfect almost as if he just started the day and his energy was at it's peak, but I could feel the exhaustion behind it.

"You look tired."

"Excuse me?"

My eyes widen at my mistake, I felt my face flush and grow warm. I wanted to rip out my voice box and stomp on it so I could never speak again. Instead the word vomit began.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking and a thought slipped through. You look wonderful, not exhausted. Very handsome. Just great, perfection even. Oh you have pictures, can I have one?" I picked one of the photos off the table, and handed it to him. He signed it quickly before giving me a smile bright enough to grow flowers. "I hope your day is going well…Wally."

He chuckled before responding. "Of course it is, I get to meet all my wonderful supporters and fans." He held out his hand for me to shake and I did so.

"Well, to be honest. I've never actually watched your show."

"Oh?" Wally stopped moving his hand and looked at me with confusion. I felt my hands start to get clammy. I tried to gently pull my hand away but Wally held it firmly.

"B-but I am definitely a fan and will be binge watching it as soon as I get home. Thank you for time!" I finished shaking his hand and waved before leaving the booth. I wanted to die from embarrassment. Why did I even go up there? I've never even sat down and watched his show in it's entiretity. I ran a hand through my hair to calm my never ending thoughts. I looked at the picture of himself that he signed.

"Show me your smile" - Wally Darling

His signature was perfection, I wouldn't believe he didn't just copy and paste it 1000 times over if I didn't see him sign it right in front of me. Did I smile at all when I went up there or did I just stand there like a fool? Wait. Why did I care? I have a boyfriend. Oh shit I have a boyfriend. I pulled out my phone, over 30 missed calls. I immediately called him back. He picked up on the first ring, and started yelling at me through the speakers, why didn't I answer him, why was I ignoring him, blah blah blah. I held my heavy sigh back and told him where I was. He responded by hanging up the phone. I looked at the ended call for moment before putting it back in my pocket, I guess that means he was coming to me.

There was more fangirling happening, as a bunch of girls started forming a circle around who I can only assume to be Wally. I looked over there and he appeared to be singing and dancing to Shakira. I almost burst out into laughter, at how good it was. Guess there's a pretty good reason why he's on television. It was a cute sight. I sighed and looked at my autographed photo again. Wally Darling. Show you my smile? I looked up from my picture to see where he had gone, and found him in the middle of a crowd. I looked at the picture again before looking back up. To my surprise, he was already looking at me. His eyes were half lidded and as piercing as ever. The cold shiver came back as he looked at me. At least I thought he was. Without realising I followed the command on my autograph and gave him a smile, or his general direction at least.

I shook my head at my delusions and began to walk away to find my boyfriend. At least I can say I met THE Wally Darling. I see my boyfriend hanging around the booth selling drinks when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and see Mr. Darling himself standing before me. I gave him a wave and a confused look.

"Uh hi? Did your meet and greet end?"

"No, but I forgot to add something to your autograph. Couldn't let you get away without it."

"Oh. I didn't realise." I handed him back the photo trying not to linger on the idea of our fingers brushing against each other. I watch as he quickly scribbles something in one of the corners. He doesn't hand the photo back and instead he gives me a sly grin.

"So are you single? Did you come here by yourself?" He looks at me with those same piercing eyes. I wanted to say yes really badly. Which is awful. I mentally slapped myself to restart my thinking process. It took me a moment to answer but by the time I could string together a sentence, my boyfriend had already found me. He put a hand on my shoulder and tried to look as intimidating as possible. I rolled my eyes and shrugged his hand off my shoulder. I looked at Wally with an apologetic smile.

"No, I'm not."

Wally didn't respond, his gaze was on my boyfriend. It felt sinister like he was trying to kill him with a look. I mentally laughed at the idea. I'm just overthinking things. I nudged my boyfriend in the side, so he would stop this dick sizing contest. Wally finally tore his gaze from my boyfriend and looked at me with a smile. He handed me my photo, it had one of the corners folded in. He gave me a quick wink before turning on his heel and heading back to his booth. I turned around and noticed my boyfriend had went back to the drinking booth. I started to walk over to him, and unfolded the corner of my autograph. My internal thermometer broke as I saw the 10 digit number followed by xo. I folded the entire photo and put it into my pocket.

"That was some meet and greet."

#welcome home #wally darling #reboot wally #i did this instead of sleeping #x reader #female reader

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