#its been a while since the last one ukno i was doing so well

[piningeddiediaz]

you know im really fucking stressed out when i start having dreams about him

[yaelsstory]

Product Of A Murderer - Chapter 3

Summary: Yaël, a twenty-four years old girl with the powers to control the four elements, lost all her memories after a terrible incident. While trying to get her memories back, she somehow befriends Wade Wilson and Peter Parker. It’s a bumpy road,  because after being gone for almost a year, everyone thinks she’s dead and there are many different reactions to her comeback. That …and while struggling to remember her life as it was before, she discovers that she isn’t who she thought she was. Maybe there are a few things she doesn’t want to remember at all… .

Note: This story is the third part of the Sweet Child of Mine-serie. You can read the other parts of this serie on AO3 on my account (Caspinn) or on my friend’s account (kalkoenvsneoklak).

If you want to read more about the story of Peter, Tony and Steve, you should read part one of the series: Being a Stark.

If you’re interested in the story of Natasha Romanoff and James “Bucky” Barnes, I suggest you to read part two of the series: Golden Locks, Silver Arms.

The next morning, Yaël got a call from Diego with the message that if she didn't show up today, she'd be fired. In compensation, she worked a lot of extra hours in the following few days. On Friday, when she finally got home, she took a shower and put her pajamas on along with her fluffy socks. Once seated on the couch she received a text from Wade. A bit ashamed for not texting him earlier, due to her long working days, she opened it.  

- Yo, Sugarmuffin. Chasin the Squirrelgirl took me a few more days than I expected. Or maybe my decapitation did after I fell from a tree... on an electric fence.  Ukno, the sort with the sharp pin-thingies on top? Like in a jail? Not that I ended up in jail during the 6 days we didn't see each other. Hehehe. Well, anyhow, I somehow ended up in Death Valley, ukno, that place with all the sand and rocks? It took me until 2day to grow back arms and hands, so now I'm able to text again. I'm still laying in the sand at the moment, since I still only have grown back baby legs... But I think I'll be back by tomorrow evening. So, what do u think? Wanna hang out?

Yaël grinned as she read the text. So, this man really couldn’t die? How was that even possible? Or was he joking? How does a man get immortal? She received a following text.

- Because I'm a mutant, you know, like mutated. Like, really badly mutated so I have this stupid face now

Then he send her a selfie, making a peace-sign with a freakishly small hand. In the background there was only sand and rocks, like he had said. Yaël typed an answer.

- How did you even know what I was thinking? Dude, so if I shoot you in the head, you still won’t die? I had a lovely date with X a few days ago and worked long shifts after that, but I think your life has been a bit more adventurous in the past few days. See you tomorrow, moron. Xoxo.

Yaël sighed as she put her phone away and jumped on her bed which bounced back a little. Maybe Wade was a few hundred years old?Did being immortal count as a superpower? Wait a minute, was she mutated too?

She should call Cap and ask him… Yaël used to discuss everything with the man, because it always seemed he had some kind of answer to all of her weird questions and his patience was golden. She could ask these mutant-questions to Wade too, but the whole point was that she missed calling Steve for the simplest things. And having a conversation with Wade could go anywhere instead of getting answers.

She wanted to call Cap as soon as she remembered him, but then she discovered Wade had been right. X and Fury were keeping things from her. When Yaël had asked X for Steve’s number, he had shaken his head.

No, I’m afraid I can’t let you do that yet. You see, everyone that once knew you, thinks you’re dead, X had explained.

Of course, Yaël had asked him why.

That’s a decision Nick made. I think he sort of wanted to test you, see what you are worth without anyone around you to influence you. Maybe he wanted to see your true colors.

But Yaël was smart enough to understand. Fury put her in a cage like a wild animal to see if she’d become the beast he thought she was.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I want you to see your friend again. I’d be a shame if we’d keep you separated, but I want to talk to Nick first. So that he has a chance to prepare Steve and the others, if he wants to.

So, everything was actually in Fury’s hands… Great!

To distract herself a bit from her frustrations against Fury, Yaël took her phone back and went on the Wi-fi of the hotel next to the apartment-building. She researched about rosin for her bow and checked the prices for a new cello again. She had already done that a few times and every time she was disappointed again in how pricey these instruments were.

Without knowing it, she must’ve fallen asleep, because suddenly she was standing in the woods again.

“Jesus, am I going to have these dreams daily now?” she mumbled to herself.

“That’s strange, your beliefs never laid with Jesus.” Yaël turned her head. There he stood, not Steve, but the black-haired man. He was wearing some kind of brown, worn cloak which covered his whole body, so she couldn’t see what else he was wearing underneath. She couldn’t even see his feet by the length of the thing. Yaël had the feeling that Steve wouldn’t enter these kinds of dreams anymore now that she remembered him.

“How would you know that?” she asked him after she remembered he had said something. The man just shrugged as an answer. “Okay, then who are you?”

The man’s lips turned a tint lighter as he pressed them together after that question. For a split-second, it seemed like Yaël hurt him. But then, a smirk ran over his face as he answered.

“That’s not important now. What is of importance is that you break out of that cage.”

“Why?”Yaël asked. Not that she wanted to stay in that glass box, of course. The guy lifted his eyebrow sarcastically.

“How fast do you think you can get your memories back when you’re stuck in a doghouse?” he asked.

Yaël looked around. The cage was sealed with another glass plate that also looked like it was unbreakable due to its thickness.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to get out?” she heard the man mumble bitterly. He made her feel dumb.

“I have the feeling this cage was specifically designed to keep people like me in. It’s protected against my powers, somehow, I think,” she whispered these last two words, as she wasn’t really sure why she thought all of this. The man sighed, but his face softened.

“They once were, in the real world, when you were really stuck in it. But this is a dream, remember that. You can manipulate it.” Yaël nodded. Yeah, he was probably right. The problem was, Yaël knew well enough that she wasn’t trained at all. Controlling her powers was a big challenge. But she had to try.

Yaël breathed on deeply and rubbed the palm of her hands against each other. It had been a long time since she had done this, from before the accident. She sped up and as she breathed out again, she opened her hands. At that exact moment she steered a massive amount of fire against the glass wall.

Flames shot around and rebounded from the glass. Within a second, Yaël had the feeling she turned the cage into an oven and she was getting baked in it. The smoke started to suffocate her as she tried to take the flames back.

“Not your smartest move, Yaël,” the man said dryly, but he did nothing to help her. After a struggle, Yaël got rid of the flames, but was still stuck with some smoke and she was oh, so cold from using fire as she used a lot of her own body temperature to create the flames. She coughed and rubbed her eyes. Her heart raced as she started to panic.

Stones, she was in a forest, there are stones and rocks. Her lungs itched as she stumped a foot against the bottom glass plate. She shoved her feet apart from each other and bended her knees. As she quickly launched her fist into the air, she heard the dirt outside the cage, in front of the man, split open. Calmly, he took a step backwards with his hands against his back, to stay out of the reach of the giant rock she pulled out of the ground, like he had seen her doing that trick a million times before.

Yaël made pulling movements with her arms, her hands were formed into fists. As she kept moving, the rock rammed and smacked against the glass wall. It made a few cracks, but it went way to slow. Yaël had trouble with breathing from all the smoke.

“It’s just a dream, you can break it!” the man yelled at her. She almost didn’t hear him, with all the noise the rock made while smacking against the glass.

Yaël’s eyes itched so badly, she felt tears running down her face. Being cold while standing in warm smoke was a strange feeling. Moving her fingers started to feel weird. All her instincts yelled at her, she needed to do something or she’d die in that stupid cage. With one hand, she kept knocking the rock against the wall, with the other, she wiped away her tears.

Her tears.

Within a second, Yaël was steering water into her hand, froze it in her fist into a sharp shape and started throwing these pieces of ice, one by one against the cracks she was making with the rocks she was steering with her other hand. To be able to keep making ice, Yaël needed to distract some water from her own body. Which made her, by the time the glass shattered into pieces, dehydrated, cold and exhausted.

Yaël expected to be smacked by a pile of falling glass so she bowed and put her arm in front of her face, but it never came. When she looked up, there was no glass, not even a splinter. It looked like there had never been a glass cage in the middle of the woods.

“Oh shit,” Yaël mumbled, she looked around while rubbing her sore hands and could finally breathe again.

“Told you,” the black-haired man said proudly from behind her. But she didn’t hear him. There was another man, she just saw him when she turned around to search for any sign of the cage that had just caved in. He was sitting on the chair Cap sat in last time in her dream, when he was guarding her.

So it seemed this man was guarding her too, but he didn’t notice the missing cage, like it was still there, like Yaël never even used her powers. He just sat there, frowning at the screen of his tablet. It reminded Yaël to her last dream, when Cap didn’t notice the rain. Maybe her memories overlaid in this dream-world, but it was freaking confusing her. What parts of this dream belonged together? The man had dark hair, a goatee and dark eyes. His knee went up and down nervously.

Yaël heard something to her right and saw… another man. Great. He looked like a professor that needed a big coffee. He had a stubble, like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. His brown eyes looked tired and his hair was turning grey.

Yaël thought she saw something move to her left this time. She immediately knew who it was: the read-haired woman. She had seen her in the memory of Steve she had during the session with X. The professor also had shown Yaël a picture of the redhead. The woman looked at her nails for a moment and then crossed her arms. She shone out arrogance, but it made her look kind of badass.

Yaël scratched her head, she was a bit surprised. “Why are there suddenly so many of you?”

Everyone looked up, a bit confused, except for the cloaked man. He was the only one who reacted.

“We are all different paths, different memories you can chose to follow. You can choose who you want to follow tonight.”

Somewhere Yaël heard knocking.

“Will everyone come back next time after I followed someone in this dream?”

“I’m not sure… but…” The man looked confused and stared to the sky, like he was searching for something. Did Yaël just hear her name somewhere? He looked back at her and threw her a sad smile. Yaël frowned at him, blinked and when she opened her eyes, she was staring at the ceiling. For a second, Yaël felt dizzy from the sudden change.

“YAËL, GET UP AND OPEN THA DOOOOOR!” she heard a familiar voice yell from the hallway, crawled out of her bed and stumbled towards the door. “Yaël, sweet muffinpoodle!” Wade said as she opened the door. He immediately hugged her, but he hadn’t grown back to his full height, so he planted his face between her breasts. Yaël somehow had the feeling he had planned that, as he didn’t retract for a few seconds.

“Has your brain been ripped out too?” Yaël growled as she walked backwards into her apartment and shut her door while Wades face was still planted against her chest. Wade mumbled something. “What?”

As he finally let her go, he said “I just missed you!”

“Is that why you’re so early?”

“My legs suddenly had a growth spurt.” He grinned. “Oh, and I brought you something, because your hair really looks like shit…” he mumbled while digging into his ninja-turtles bag.

“Thanks,” Yaël answered sarcastically “I haven’t had any money to take care of it.” Wade was right. Yaëls blue hair was turning lighter and lighter and her darker hair started showing again at the roots.

Wade finally found what he was looking for: a bottle of hair dye. He raised his hand, holding the bottle, with full glory. Yaël raised an eyebrow.

“Wade… you bought purple dye,” she stated. Wade nodded enthusiastic.

“Cool ammiright?”

“My hair is blue,” she continued.

“Yaël, sometimes you need some change.”

“Do you see how much hair I have? You can’t do it all with one small bottle of paint!”

“Oh…” Wade looked a bit disappointed at his bottle. Then he looked back at her with a wide grin “Let me try it!”

“No.”

“We can binge-watch a series while I’m taking care of you. I have,“he started digging in his backpack again and pulled out some DVD’s, “Grey’s Anatomy, Supernatural or Rick and Morty!”

A few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and Supernatural later, Yaël stepped into the shower to rinse her hair. When she got back out and dried it with a hairdryer, she grinned widely. Wade somehow managed to make the purple blend into the blue, so her hair was half-purple and half-blue. At some random places, the purple stood out more and on other places, blue, but Yaël thought it looked pretty cool for being an experiment.

Wades eyes shone like the eyes of a little girl when she stepped out of the bathroom. He was almost back at his normal length, Yaël noticed as he stood up.

“You need a cute name, like the characters from My Little Pony! Because girl, you look like an adorable, tasty cupcake.” He said while he was checking her hair.

“Are you flirting with me?” Yaël wiggled her eyebrows and smirked.

“What?! Hell no! Eew. My heart belongs to Parker and Parker only, girl.” Wade saved himself with some arrogance. “By the way… I’m going to invite Peter to join us this evening,” he added quickly. Yaël rolled her eyes.

“Oh, poor boy…” she mumbled.

“Yeah, so maybe you should put on some clothes,” Wade told her. Yaël looked down. She was still walking around with only a towel bound around her body from getting out of the shower.

“What? Are you afraid Peter will be attracted to me instead of you?” Oh, Yaël loved teasing her raisin-friend.

Yaël got herself dressed and a few hours later, after ordering some pizza, she heard a knock on the door.

“You go,” she said as she pointed at Wade “You invited this innocent soul, now you let him in, nah!” Wade jumped up and danced towards the door. Yaël put out the TV . She had seen enough of hospitals and the Winchester for today.

“Parker and pizza, best combination ever!” Wade joked, but he didn’t get a smile back. Instead, the teenager looked somewhat grumpy. He probably wanted to fill his evening differently, but he was trapped by Wade now. Peter dropped the pizza boxes on a small table that was meant as a post-table, but Yaël never got any mail, so it was permanently empty.

She saw the teenager stare at her hair while mumbling something to Wade about bringing his own pizza so he’d have something to eat if Wade started to probe him.

“You like it?” Yaël asked after Wade reacted fake-insulted by bringing his hand to his mouth.

“It’s artsy,” Peter answered a bit doubtful. He looked so uncomfortable that Yaël automatically threw him a wide grin. She stood up to get her box of pizza and planted her butt on the couch again with her feet on the small table in front of her.

“Hey, Petey, think fast!” Yaël looked up to Wade, who had yelled, while nibbling on her pizza. She was trying her best to keep the cheese out of her hair.

There he stood with a cheeky, almost evil-looking grin on his face and… her plates in his hands, which he was already throwing at Peter. What the actual f- HER PLATES!

Yaël dropped her pizza and made a movement with her hands. This way, she used air to make the plates fly over Peter instead of flying right in his face. The boy also seemed to have massive reflexes as he jumped back from the plates and before Yaël even noticed Wade pulled out a gun, Peter already had jumped up. Wade started shooting at the boy’s feet and out of reflex, Yaël stomped her feet. The tiles of her floor flew into the air. Using her powers, Yaël built a wall with the tiles. This way, she used it as a shield for her and Parker.

Wade lost his senses, Yaël was sure about that. Why would that freaking psycho start shooting at this boy?! With a few steps, Yaël put herself and her shield in front of Peter. Yaël checked on the teen, hoping he wasn’t hurt. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him, hanging on a wall like he pasted his hands and feet to it.

Okay, so, whatever. Peter Parker is a sixteen years old boy who can climb and stick to walls. Yaël surely didn’t saw that coming, but that was the least of her worries at that moment. She focused back on Wade.

While she was still keeping her wall of tiles up with her hand, she simply stared at Wade, more specifically at the hand that was shooting around and aimed with her other hand.  

“Hey!” Wade yelled as his hand froze. Yaël was perfectly capable of steering this power without using her hands, but using them was easier and made her more in control of her powers. Fire and water she could steer the smoothest. She could use these with just a blink of her eyes. Earth or stone was a bit harder, because of being a literal hard element. With this element, she always needed to move a limb as it felt heavy to manipulate this element. But air… that was a complete shit-element. Whatever she did with it, it always ended with a struggle, a fail or tiredness.

So after using air to change the course of the plates a bit so they wouldn’t fly into Peter’s face (she couldn’t even steer them to softly land on a table or shoot them back or anything), and after using it together with earth to make a shield for so long, she felt completely drained. She was trying her utter best to land the tiles back on their place, but some of them just fell and clattered against the floor, so she just let go of the air and fixed them quickly by using her earth-powers.

Peter and Wade didn’t even notice her clumsiness, because while struggling with the tiles, Yaël had already frozen Wade up to his neck without even noticing it. Yup, that’s exactly why Fury said she wasn’t trained enough. She quickly stopped the freezing procedure. Wade looked at her sheepishly, but she didn’t feel sorry.

Who did this guy think he was, tossing her plates around and shooting holes in her floor like that? Maybe Fury should pay him less after this act of insanity.

“What the hell is going on?!” she barked at him. She might be exhausted after trying to use her air-powers, but this man made her freaking rage! Yaël really didn’t have the money to buy new plates or to pay Peter’s hospital bills if he’d get hurt.

“Well, he’s Spider-Man, of course!” Wade said it like it was an obvious fact, like those words would justify his actions. Well, Wade could go screw himself.

“So, what? You just decide to throw my plates and start shooting at my floor to proof that this guy can swing from one building to another? There are other ways to do that, Wade!” Yaël barked, Wade flinched a bit.

Yaël was still giving Wade a death-glare as Peter asked: “I just want to know how you figured it out?” He looked confused and a bit stressed out. Was the Spider-Man-thing supposed to be a secret? Yaël understood, she didn’t want the whole world to know what she was capable of either. And Wade just gave away this boy’s biggest secret.

“I just know things; how’s MJ by the way?” Wade asked casually. He was way too relaxed for someone who just almost got frozen to death. On the other hand, Yaël knew she couldn’t have killed him. But right now, she wished she hadn’t stopped freezing him, so his head would be frozen too, because he didn’t look sorry at all.

“Who’s MJ?” Peter asked.

“Oh, you haven’t met her yet? Come on, I want pizza. Yaël, get me out of here!” He tried to wiggle his way out of the ice, but that was impossible. He’d have to wait until Yaël freed him or until the ice was melted.

And Yaël wasn’t going to help him. She took her box back from the table and sat down in her sofa again, signing at Peter to follow her. While they were eating, Wade made enough noise to talk for the three of them. He whined about his pizza and being hungry.

If she could just call Steve and rage about this new friend to him, because Wade surely still was her friend. Yaël was sure she’d find it hilarious tomorrow. And Wade was her only friend at this point. Was Peter a friend? Does kidnapping someone make you friends? Well, if Peter wanted to leave, he could, Yaël wouldn’t stop him. But he stayed, which made her kind of glad, because she didn’t want him, the only normal guy in her company right now, to reject her.

Yet, having a Steve would be fun too. He’d be so mad at Wade, well, he would’ve preached to the psycho until Wade would’ve fallen asleep or something. But right now, her dear friend still thought she was dead…

As Wade was still being grumpy about his pizza and rambled just to annoy them, Yaël took a look at Peter. He was just staring at the wall with glassy eyes, while eating his pizza.

“There’s something on your mind,” Yaël noticed. Oh, did she just say that out loud? Maybe she shouldn’t have said that, she didn’t want to break into the guy’s privacy. She saw Peter turn a bit in his seat, he looked so extremely uncomfortable that Yaël wanted to tell him he could ignore her statement, but he answered instead.

“I-I just don’t know you guys. Nobody’s supposed to know, but yet here we are, Wanda knows, you know. I wonder who else does.” Who’s Wanda? Whatever, Yaël wasn’t supposed to know this boy’s secret and now she did, thanks to dickhead Wade.

“There’s that old guy in the restaurant, with his moustache!” Dickhead Wade pointed out. Yaël cocked her eyebrow and glanced at him as a sign that he should shut up with his weird answers that no one understood. And then she got an idea, a way to make Peter feel better.

“You know, they send this idiot to me because they figured I need friends?” Yaël pointed with her thumb to Wade, who acted like he was offended, but nobody cared.

“Who are they?” Peter asked friendly.

“Two men, they introduced themselves as Professor X and Nick Fury.”

Peter’s eyes grew bigger “No way! You know Nick Fury and Professor X?” First,he spoke a bit louder and faster out of excitement, but then… he started rattling.

“Everybody’s heard of them, Nick Fury is like the most secretive guy-“

And he’s a complete ass, Yaël thought, but she didn’t interrupt Peter

“-we even thought him dead for long until he showed himself again during that Ultron-disaster! But Professor X! Man what’s it like, having him in your head?”

“Well,” Yaël scratched her head “It’s weird, man. He helps me remembering stuff by triggering my memories or something like that.” Peter lifts an eyebrow to Yaël, but it was Wade who explained it to him.

“Her brain’s scrambled and she doesn’t remember a thing.” She remembered Steve, but he might not remember her anymore, she thought sadly.

“I just figured out my dad wasn’t really my dad, and there’s a slight possibility that my real dad is still alive, and now I’m waiting for the DNA results,” Peter suddenly said. Did he say it to make her feel better about her mind-error?

Somehow, Yaël had the feeling that this boy couldn’t talk about this problem to anyone. It must be so damn frustrating, waiting to find out who really is your dad. But on the other hand, the way he spoke sounded like the man who had raised him, had died. So maybe, just maybe, if he finds his real dad, the man can be his new father figure.

Yaël sometimes missed someone like that, or someone like a big brother, like when she had troubles with the drains, or when she didn’t know what to read or what to play on her cello. Yeah, it must be great to have someone to fall back to.

But Yaël wasn’t naïve, she knew that if Peter figured out who his real das was, it still didn’t mean the man would take care of him or even want to know him. This man wouldn’t make Peter’s life all rainbows and cupcakes, per se. But when Yaël looked at his young face with eyes that show that the boy has already been through a lot, she could only be optimistic for him.

“Wow, but if he’s your dad, that’s kind of great, right?” she asked with a big smile. But Peter just shrugged.

“I’m not sure I want to know the answer to it,” he answered. Then he stood up, whiping his pants so that he was clean from pizza-crumbs. He was ready to leave, Yaël noticed, as she saw him looking around for his backpack.

“Well, if you want a daddy so badly, you can call me ‘dad’. Daddy Deadpool, wouldn’t that be great?” Wade suddenly said with a grin. Yaël sarcastically slapped her forehead after that. She did her best to keep her face straight, because she didn’t want to give Wade the pleasure to see her laugh at his dumb joke. Wade was still punished for being an aggressive dick, after all.

But Parked seemed shocked. Yaël had thought the boy would be used by Wades jokes by now. The boy seemed like he was boiling.

“Deadpool?!” He groaned. “Out of all people that have to stalk me, it has to be the one who would be able to send me to an early grave.” Oh, so that was his problem.

“Hey, I take that as an insult!” Wade shouted back. But Peter just ignored him with a hard face.

Oh, boy. Yaël needed to find something to distract these two before they’d kill each other. Not that Deadpool was able to move, nor did Peter look like someone who easily killed people.

“Hehe, funny, you both have superhero names!” Yaël muttered. Wow, nice work, Yaël, she thought sarcastically. Peter threw her a questioning glance and it was Wade, of course, who got distracted immediately.

“Yeah, cool, right? We should team up, become Spideypool!”

Peter shook his head “No way, are you even a hero?”

“And what if she joins us?” Wade nodded to Yaël, ignoring Peter’s biting question, still frozen like a popsicle. Yaël saw the curiosity in Peter’s eyes as he turned to her, also a bit distracted now, just a bit.

“Well, what’s your, eh, other name?” he asked.

“I don’t have one.” Yaël said. She didn’t want some kind of special name either.

“Why not?” Peter lifted an eyebrow.

“I’m not a hero, Peter. I work in gardens and play cello on the streets.”

“But you can be one, with powers like yours!” What could Yaël say? That she didn’t feel like a person to look up to? That she had the feeling she has done some horrible things in her past? She was no example, no hero. Yaël couldn’t even fully control her own powers.

“-the Mighty Sorceress, or The Element, or maybe The Rainbow Pony, or…” Wade’s chatter about finding a fitting name for Yaël pulled her out of her thoughts. Peter was even smiling a bit. What a weird group of friends have they created.Yaël grinned. Yes, Peter clearly had become a friend.

“You pay me new plates!” she growled at Wade as soon as Peter had left. She wasn’t finished with Wade just yet. It surprised her that nobody came knocking on her door yet to check if she was still alive after all the noise of gunshots and shattering plates. But she guessed everyone just minded their own business in this building. They hadn’t come on between when they heard her neighbor had fought about drugs with a dealer in the hallway, either. Luckily, only a few of Wade’s shots got through the floor, but Yaël didn’t know how to explain this all to Fury. He’d be so pissed.

Wade nodded quickly. “Yes, my German butterfly, I’ll buy you the fanciest plates ever made.” He answered her demand with some fear in his eyes. Yaël wasn’t sure if he was acting or not, but she didn’t care.

[onlyjihoons]

boyfriend!daehwi

a/n; i felt bad not giving magumagu a scenario of his own,, so here is an au,,,,,this is also gonna be a lil lengthy so grab your snacks and prepare yourself for the fluffiest bf au you will ever read and also i might be swerving for him thanks cheryl and im sorry jihoon

a totally last minute thing i suppose

i wanted to write to just isolate myself from reality

so ok enough deep shit w zechu

leggo

ok so

you’re in the same school as daehwi since like?? middle school or something

and ya’ll weren’t close like him and somi ukno

but still friends!!

ngl when you guys were about to choose high schools your heart decided that it was a good time to have a crush on him

i mean

just look at him

oops

pls i was snatched by the entire fancam smh

pls dont bash me

im the same age as him

moving on

he’s legitimately nice to every.single.being he meets and he just can’t seem to hate anyone tbh

and ukno those fantasies of him composing music on your anniversary??

yep

anyhow

you said your final goodbyes at the graduation

daehwi was like 

“y/n,, i have something to tell you”

your heart was bbbeating

what could it be

does he hate me

does he like me???

all those thoughts ran through your mind

and then he was like “never mind,, forget it ithinkyoudontlikeme”

you were legit so confused 

cause one time hes serious and one time hes like never mindsjdnsvibdv

youre like

“ok what i didn’t quite catch the last part”

“i--its nothing, y/n,, good luck in high school!”

and that’s how you guys parted

on the way home you kept thinking about it but over time you just forgot about it

until you enrolled into high school

it was your first day in school 

and honestly you started school not on the conventional first day of school

it was like on the second day or smth

you were so nervous cause ukno hanlim,, is a school of uber talented people

twice’s tzuyu

twice’s chaeyoung

redvelvet’s yeri

^just to name a few

and you got in by a teacher’s recommendation

by dance what’s new lmao zelia you gotta start changing ideas

ok back to first day of school

you stepped into class when it was homeroom

and you felt so many eyes on you and you wanted to cri tbh

they all look so judgemental

“h--hello my name is y/n and i major in practical dance,, p--please take care of me!”

“well, y/n, welcome to hanlim. please take the seat next to somi.”

somi. jeon somi.

you didn’t really watch pd101 during the first season but somi was well-known enough for you to know who she is

you bowed politely,, tbh you were a little scared of idols bc if you said smth wrong you would be on pann or smth for offending an idol

aND SHE FLASHED THAT MEGAWATT SMILE AT YOU AND EXCITEDLY SHIFTED OVER TO MAKE SOME SPACE FOR YOU

and you definitely was not expecting that

“y/n!! hi omg im so excited i finally have a tablemate,, lets be friends!!”

well ok ya’ll very conviniently besties at first sight 

but someone was staring at you this whole time 

and you didnt notice

lee

dae

hwi

was the one staring at you!!!!!!!

/cues signal for daehwi/

/sign nalbune signal bulnae/

you were the last person he would expect to see in this school

he knew you could dance but he expected you to go to sopa

but ok lmao he was like almost gonna burn a hole through your uniform with his stare

until the teacher noticed

“lee daehwi? please pay attention.”

you heard the teacher call out that familiar name you missed and whipped your head around

AND YOUR EYES MET HOHOHO MY DEAR READER YOURE SO BLESSED

you could barely believe your eyes but you turned back to face the front if not the teacher will call you out for staring @ daehwi lmao

somi saw you staring at daehwi and was like

“you like him??”

and you were like yes somi bingo i have liked him since middle school and i missed him so much--

but in the end you were like

“he’s my middle school classmate”

“ah really? then that saves me the trouble of introducing ya’ll”

“ok what”

“daehwi and i are good friends,, we trained together in jyp until he left for brand new music”

“he’s a trainee??”

“yeah and he’s gonna be on the second season of produce-- oops”

you were so shook there were too many things happening at once

“what omg first,, he’s a trainee, and second,, he’s gonna be on produce??? JEON SOMI WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME EARLIER”

somi was like

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

and soon it was recess and daehwi sped to your table and slammed his palm on the table

“y/n??? is it you???”

“no daehwi it isn’t--”

“shut up somi,,, and yes daehwi i am y/n from (middle school name)”

and lil smol practically hugged you until you deprive of oxygen 

“okok daehwi let go im dying,,”

at this point somi knows whats going on and shes just,,

“guys imma let ya’ll catch up while i get banana milk”

after somi left daehwi just HELD YOUR HANDS IN HIS AND STARES AT YOU LIKE ITS HIS LAST DAY ON EARTH

“ok daehwi i know we haven’t seen each other in a long time but you don’t have to be like this,, you’re making me shy”

“shy??? y/n omg”

“??”

“ok im not gonna be a coward,,”

“daehwi pls stop talking to yourself i’m right here”

“i like you, y/n.”

“are you hallucinating??” you let the back of your hand touch daehwi’s forehead “ do you feel dizzy?”

“i’m serious y/n!”

“we just so-called reunited 3 minutes ago and you say you like me?? im not even--

and he just can’t take it and k i s s e s  y o u

and at this point pls send your prayers for zechu

you were so shook like ???

and also your first kiss has been taken by magumagu,, youre welcome

i mean that’s how they do it in american and korean dramas right

lol

“i have liked you since middle school, y/n,, how can you not notice?”

you’re so dumbfounded you just,,

“i like you too, daehwi”

aAAAA so cute

what a way to start your first day in your high school

ok now on the real boyfriend au guys

lots of fluff ahead

u ready

gr8

lets go

daehwi is a very very very

clingy

playful

sweet

caring

boyfriend

yes

i mean he will deadass wait for you outside your house just to walk you to school

even if your house is all the way in jeju

and i can see that going on dates is never boring

be it like day dates

in the amusement park or just shopping at myeongdong

or in the arcade

one moment is never dull as daehwi will do anything and everything to make you happy

you want that plush toy?? 

hes gonna get it for you

i mean he is the 01′ version of golden child ukno

he can do everything

he got that fluffy unicorn for you in one try

and if ya’ll go out to see cherry blossoms(sigh its summer but ok lmao)

he would take rlly nice and aesthetic shots of you to post on sns

and couple pics,, ult goals ugh omg

and for eating

i saw one fanacc on twt that daehwi doesnt rlly eat well

:(

so as his girlfriend you sorta have to force him to eat

by eating as deliciously as you can

“babe look i’m eating this churro”

“mhm”

“it has condensed milk on it”

“mhm”

“i’m gonna buy a chocolate one”

“c-chocolate?”

“yeah”

/queues up in line for churros/

/gets 2 but eats both/

and be it night dates like exploring the dark town or at hangang river

he’s gonna be one of those boyfriends that use the “i’m cold” joke just to hug you

i mean daehwi’s cuddles are the best so

and go on slow walks

just enjoying each other’s presence

or maybe just a fun sleepover

watching studio ghibli

and of course,, we can’t miss out his cooking

he will deadass cook a 3 course meal for you

and you’re like

pls eat too, i cant finish all those

when ya’ll are watching the movie you would build a pillow fort and cuddle in there

“i really want a totoro irl”

“we can just get the stuffed toy, daehwi”

“no like,, the cat bus”

peck in between uninteresting parts

ya’ll might be throwing fluffy banter throughout the movie too lolol

and when you get sleepy halfway daehwi just grins to himself like an idiot and softly lulls you to sleep by singing

“goodnight jagi, i love you”

rip zechu pt 2

i can imagine daehwi being the big spoon tbh

bc he just loves you sm

he doesn’t want to lose you

OH and when he asks you who’s your bias in pd101

“jihoon-oppa”

“what has jihoon hyung’s wink done to you”

“i’m not voting for you anymore daehwi”

“oK IM SORRY”

he will practically beg you to come to the concept evaluations

bc he has worked so hard for the Never stage omg

and

his dancing

is art

a literal art i would frame up at the louvre

not to mention his singing too???????

pure honey 

when you visit him at backstage he would engulf you in a big big hug

“you did great up there,, daehwi-ah”

“its bc you’re watching me”

“aWWWWWWW”

guess who^

the Never team lmao

and also proud dad dongho lmao

he would avoid jihoon at all costs in case you fangirl and leave him alone lol

wow ok so ya’ll bump into jihoon which like have a tickle fight

“daehwi? is that your girlfriend?”

gOtTA bLaST

“n-no, its my friend...”

“oh really? i saw ya’ll hugging in the hallway just now”

“...”

“last long!”

“that’s,, park jihoon right??”

“no its park hoonji”

lmao daehwi you piece of shit

ya’ll rarely fight bc you guys are so loving both your parents and his parents practically want the both of you to get married lololol

ok i shall end it here my brain juice has run dry

please give daehwi lots of love

thanks

ok

have a good day/night friends

thank you for reading!