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ethereal-bang · 4 years ago

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Best Friend’s Brother’s Best Friend

Characters: Felix x female reader, Bang Chan, an OC

Words: 4.4k

Type: strangers to lovers, smut (kinda? suggestive), some major fluff cause I’m a softie for Lix

Request : Hey! I would like to request smth but the fluff/smut scenario is complex (u can just ignore it if its too much for u😊) U are Bang chan's little sister's bestfriend n one time he comes back for vacation from korea w Felix n he proposes him to come sleep over, this day u r also supposed to sleep over at Chris' sister's, so u meet him n Felix for the first time. There's smth obvious between u n Felix, things go on n turns out also heated (sry i didn't know how to explain all of this🥺) Thank U☺️

Requests Are Open!

Warnings: mature content, not explicitly smut but things get pretty heated (will be pretty vanilla. dry humping, heavy kissing etc) Do Not Read if you are under the age of 18. This piece of work is intended for mature audiences only

You’ve always loved the summer. The feeling of freedom, no responsibilities and the exciting prospect of unknown adventures always brings a smile to your face.

Today is the same way. You take in the feeling of the sun warm on your back, the breeze through your hair as you ride your bike across town. The first day of summer has come, and you can’t wait to spend your days with those you hold dearest to you, like your best friend Mia.

Mia has been your friend since you were three years old. It started as two toddlers running around the playground together, your mothers keeping a watchful eye as you run through the grass and chase butterflies until your little legs give out. Many playdates were spent that way, slowly forming a bond that you knew would continue on through time and fallen leaves with the changing of each season.

Each year that past brought you new experiences. New classes, birthdays, crushes, heartbreak-- everything the two of you could've gone through together, you have. Your families even, are attached at the hip this point.

Take her older brother, Chan for instance. Only three years older than his sister, he took on the protective older brother role for you as well. Driving you to practice, helping you with homework, you name it. Although he can be a little annoying sometimes, as “big brothers” can be, you wouldn’t trade your friendship with him for the world. Which was why you were heartbroken when he was signed to JYP and off to South Korea, to pursue his dreams of making music.

You were proud of him, absolutely. He had worked so hard his entire life and you knew he was destined to do great things. The airport send off was sad, but promises of facetime calls and letters sent brought you slight comfort.

Years went on, and your friendship with Mia, as well as Chan, never changed. Now graduated from high school, this summer was the most exciting one yet. Going off to college in the fall was daunting, but knowing that you wouldn’t have to worry about it for at least another three months meant that you could truly relax, and take in the newfound freedom that comes with being an adult.

Well, kinda.

You pulled up on your bike in front of Mia’s house; the large front porch with the cutest little swing out front reminding you of all the times you spent with her there after school. Images of hours spent running around the front yard and 25 cent lemonade stands fill your head as you make your way to the front door, not even bothering to knock because you knew Mia was home.

Setting your shoes at the door, you call out for your best friend. “Mia? It’s me, Y/N!” you say as you peak your head into the living room, finding no signs of life. “In the kitchen!” you hear her say and you immediately turn around to walk through the doors.

When you walk in, your heart soars as you spot a certain curly haired boy standing with her at the counter. “Chan!” you scream and basically knock him over. It’s been at least 4 years since you’ve last seen him, and the surprise makes your day better already. He gives you a hug and laughs his signature laugh, and you can't believe he’s actually here. “WHY didn’t you tell me you were coming home?!’ you say as you smack him on the shoulder. He pretends to be hurt and rolls his eyes. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, dummy” he says. It’s only then that you realize there’s someone else in the room.

You look over and immediately recognize Felix. You were obviously a fan of Stray Kids, how could you not be? This was the first time you’d met any of the other boys in person, though, and you blushed when you realized he was even more handsome than the videos made him out to be.

His blonde hair frames his face perfectly as he looks up at you, and you take in the way his freckles paint his face like the most beautiful constellation in the sky. You take in the shape of his nose, and his lips, the cupid’s bow prominent and his lips turned upwards into a shy smile. You realize that you’re staring, and the blush on your cheeks darken.

Chan clears his throat, aware of the awkward atmosphere as he laughs quietly. “Right, right. I forgot you two have never met. Y/N, this is Felix. Felix, this is Y/N, Mia’s best friend.” He says, gesturing between the two of you. Mia makes eye contact with Chan as the two of you awkwardly say your hellos, wiggling her eyebrows, and he waves her off. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” you say and stick your hand out. He stands up and does the same, shaking your hand softly. “It’s nice to meet you too! I hope we can get to know each other,” he says. You were no strange to how deep his voice is, but hearing it in person is completely different. The timbre of his voice sends a feeling up your spine that you haven’t felt in a long time. And then it strikes you. They’re here, not in Korea.

“Wait, why are the two of you here? N-not that I don't WANT you here or anything I just- you’re normally an ocean away an-” “Relax, Y/N,” Mia says, cutting off your confused rambling before you can dig yourself into a deeper hole. “Chan is home for a vacation and decided to bring ‘Lix along! Isn’t that exciting?” She says, glad to have her brother back home.

“Yep! The company decided we all needed a long break since we’ve been working so much this year, so we’ll be here for the next two months!” Chan says, and you beam. The whole summer! This opens up a brand new world of possibilities. “So,” you begin, all three of them looking at your expectantly.

“What do we do first?”

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The first few weeks of summer are always the most exciting. Everything is a first. Movie nights, late night trips to the local diner, and catching fireflies in the backyard seem just that much more fun. You also got the chance to reconnect with Chan, and build a new friendship with Felix.

Felix is an excitable soul. Always one for random adventures, the anticipation of the day’s activities always evident in his eyes that seem to sparkle at every moment. When it came to sleepovers, the two of you always seemed to be the first ones awake. This led to many early morning (if you call 8 am early) impromptu breakfasts together, sitting the Bang family kitchen and talking about anything and everything. Felix is incredibly funny, always having a reference or a joke up his sleeve no matter the conversation.

Take yesterday, for example. The summer carnival in town is in full swing, and Mia thought it would be a great idea for the four of you to go. You get up bright and early and head over to their house, knocking on the door excitedly. Your breath catches in your throat when Felix opens the door. He had clearly woken up not too long before; His hair still a little messy, and a sleepy smile adorns his face when he realizes it’s you. You can’t help but giggle, he looks so cute in the early hours of the morning and it makes you want to reach up and push his puffy cheeks together. “Oh, h-hey y/n I didn’t know you’d be here so soon...I-I’m gonna go get dressed,” he stutters, letting you into the house and then rushing upstairs.

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Once everyone is ready to go, you all pile into Mia’s car and head over to the carnival. The car ride is filled with singing along to the radio, windows down and taking in the sights of the city as it slowly wakes up. Something about the summer brings everyone outside, you think to yourself as you pass families sitting in patio areas for a nice breakfast and people out walking their dogs through the city streets.

Pulling into the parking lot, you bounce in your seat with excitement. It’s just opened for the day, and you can see the rides begin to move and lights turning on, adding to the atmosphere. You’re sat next to Mia in the front seat, but you can see Felix through the rearview mirror. Your eyes meet for a split second and you turn away, noticing the way his eyes sparkled when they met yours. “He’s probably just excited about the fair,” you think to yourself, shrugging it off.

Chan and Felix are the first two out of the car, followed by Mia and then yourself. The walk to the ticket booth was short, but was filled with Chan’s excited noises as he talked about everything he wanted to do while at the carnival. It was the first time he’d been in almost 5 years, and he said it was something he had missed while overseas.

Waiting in line at the ticket booth, you take in your surroundings as you wait for the others to buy their tickets. People have now actually made their way inside, and you can hear the music coming from the various games and rides all around you, along with the screams of the people already on some of the rollercoasters.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by Felix’s deep voice, hearing him say “2 tickets, please” to the lady at the window. Confused, you tug on his sleeve and look at him. “Felix,” you start but he smiles and shakes his head, opting to wrap your hand around his own arm as he says “Don’t worry about it, I got it.”

You feel butterflies in your chest at the action, but try not to let yourself be so easily affected. Instead, he pulls you along with Chan and Mia, and you make your way into the park.

“So...what do we ride first?” Chan asks. He looks over to you and Felix’s intertwined arms and raises his eyebrows, giving Felix a look that luckily you didn’t see because you were too busy trying to decide if you wanted to play a game first or go on one of the rollercoasters instead.

“Let’s go play one of those first!” Mia chimes in, spotting one of those games where you throw a baseball to knock down some bottles. She’s always been the competitive type, so it’s no surprise to you as she walks over to the games, teasing Felix that he doesn’t stand a chance up against her.

This declaration of war seemed to spur something on in Felix, determination in his eyes as he watches Mia knock nearly every bottle down. She looks at him as she’s handed her prize, a little pink stuffed monkey from the middle shelf that she holds dearly to her chest. “Beat that, Felix.” she laughs as he steps up to the game booth.

You stand beside Chris and Mia and watch as Felix begins throwing the baseballs. With ridiculous precision, he knocks down two bottles. Then another three. Then another two more. You’re all watching in surprise as Felix knocks the rest of the bottles down with his final baseball, eyes wide and Mia pouting, realizing she’s been beat.

The bell dings, and the carnival worker cheers as he tells Felix to pick anything from the top shelf. He grabs a plush, cartoon cat toy and immediately turns around and hands it to you. “Here, you can have it,” he says, a blush adorning his cheeks. Your expression mirrors his as you take the toy and hold it close to your chest. Mia and Chan both roll their eyes at the innocent display of affection. Neither of them can believe that the two of you are so absolutely oblivious to each other’s feelings.

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Many rollercoaster rides and carnival food later, the sky is beginning to grow dark. The day was spent playing rock paper scissors to decide who rides with who, who pays for food, and who holds the other’s things when the ride won’t allow everyone to ride together. It’s the most fun day you’ve had in a long time, and you’re thankful that you get to spend it with the people you hold dearest to you.

The sun slowly setting is making Felix look absolutely beautiful, and you have to stop yourself from constantly staring at his skin and the way the sunlight makes his freckles stand out even more than normal.

Once you return to the Bang residence, everyone goes off to do their own thing; Mia to take a shower, Chan to play some video games, and you decide to go to the backyard. Opting to sit on the bench off the back porch, you smile as you see fireflies blinking throughout the yard. Moments like these were your favorite, the calm breeze through your hair as the air is still a little sticky; once the sun sets it will cool down, so you put up with it for now.

You’re a little surprised when you see Felix come to join you outside, you thought he had been playing games with Chan upstairs. “Hey,” he says with a smile. You nod your head and he takes a seat next to you. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asks as he notices the far away look in your eyes.

“I’m just thinking about how much fun this summer has been. How much today has been. Thank you for the stuffed animal, by the way.” You say with a blush on your cheeks. He rubs the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed and a little nervous. “Oh, yeah, no problem I mean, I know you like cats so..” “Yeah..” you say, both of you trailing off into a comfortable silence.

“You know,” you start off, “I’m really glad Chan brought you back home with him. It’s nice to finally get to know you,” you say quietly. Felix smiles and moves a little closer to you. “Yeah? I agree. I’m glad I came with him, too.” he says. He’s close enough to you on the bench that your shoulders are touching, and the proximity makes you nervous. You can feel him looking at you as your eyes wander across the back yard, watching a bunny run into the bushes. You turn to look at him, and he’s so close that time feels like it’s stood still.

He’s moving closer towards you, and your breath catches in your throat. Is he about to kiss you? Your mind is going haywire. His lips are less than an inch away from yours, and you close your eyes out of reflex. One slight move and he could jus-

“Hey guys! Let’s go get dinner, Chan says he’s paying.” You and Felix jump apart as Mia is suddenly at the back door. Scrambling to your feet, you can’t look Felix in the eye, embarrassed by almost getting caught with what was about to happen. “O-oh yeah, sure!” Felix says, just as startled as you are. He lets you head in the door before him, and you try to shake the butterflies when you remember the feeling of him so close.

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Today, it’s Mia who wakes up before the boys do, so the two of you wander into the kitchen, making breakfast for everyone before Felix and Chan wake up. Mia passes you the pancake mix that she’s just finished making, and you sprinkle some blueberries into the batter that you’ve put on the griddle. “Who’re the blueberries for?” Your best friend asks as she cuts some more fruit to put out for everyone. “Oh they’re for Felix, he likes blueberries,” you say as you absentmindedly wait for the pancake to cook enough to flip over.

“You know, Felix seems to have taken a liking to you,” she teases, popping a piece of watermelon into her mouth. You roll your eyes at her, a sense of false hope spreading in your chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, hoping that you can convince her and possibly yourself, that there’s nothing there.

“Come on y/n,” she starts, “the two of you literally ditched me and Chan the other night to sit outside and stare at fireflies before dinner. And don't think I didn’t see how close he was to you when I came outside! You just need to say something to him already. I’m begging you.” She watches you take the pancake off the griddle and place it on a plate, grabbing the bowl of pancake batter and starting on another one.

“I don’t know Mia, maybe he wasn’t trying to kiss me! Maybe I just had something on my face! Felix is a nice guy he’d do that kind of thing for me,” you reason. In your mind, it was so far from believable that Felix could have any type of feelings for you. He’s and idol, surrounded by some of the prettiest and most talented girls around, there’s no way he’d settle for someone as normal as you.

“I see those gears turning in your head, y/n, don’t think too much of it otherwise you’re just gonna make yourself sad. He IS a nice guy, but I also can’t lie to you and tell you he doesn’t look at you the way Chan looks at every dog he’s ever seen,” she laughs.

You were about to open your mouth to argue, but you’re saved by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Chan comes first, Felix following close behind. Both of them have clearly just woken up, probably from the smell of the pancakes that you just remembered you were making. Luckily, you noticed just in time to take them off the stove and put the remaining pancakes on everyone’s plates.

“Good morning sleepyheads. Glad you could finally join us,” Mia jokes as she places the boys’ plates in front of them “Ooooo blueberries!” Felix says as he takes a look at the pancakes on his plate, and Mia shoots you a knowing look. You kick her under the table, and remain quiet as breakfast begins.

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The four of you decided that staying inside was the best course of action, the summer weather was in full effect today, and none of you wanted to face the July heat. The day was spent making lemonade, sharing youtube videos and playing multiple rounds of uno, laughter filling the house because Chan and Felix were hellbent on making each other lose (which Felix did. A lot.) It was so normal, you had almost forgotten about the little moment you had with Felix last night. Almost.

Later in the afternoon, Chan speaks up all of a sudden. “Hey, Mia, remember we need to head over to Auntie’s house really quick, like Mom asked us to this morning.” He said. Looking confused, Mia walks into the living room to look at him. “What are you talking about? Mom didn’-” she stops her sentence when she sees that Chan is looking at her urgently, eyes flitting between you and Felix, who are currently engrossed in a movie on TV.

Catching on quick, Mia nods her head. “Oh, yeah, that’s right. Auntie’s house.” You look up when you hear her voice. “Auntie’s house? That sounds fun, let’s go!”

“No!” Chan says quickly, and now he has Felix’s attention as well. “It’s a...family thing,” Mia says, trying to save her brother’s ass so they don’t get caught. “Right, right. It’s a family thing so you can’t come we’ll be back see you later!!” Chan say as he pulls Mia out the front door. Raising your eyebrows, you question your best friend’s weird antics as they shut the door. “Ooookay,” Felix laughs once the front door closes. “What do you think they’re problem is?” You question and turn back to Felix. He looks a little nervous, and you’re unsure why. “No idea,” he says quietly and turns back to the tv.

He’s sitting far away from you on the couch, and the urge to move closer to him is growing stronger by the minute. You try to control yourself and focus on the movie, but it’s getting harder as you replay the moments from yesterday in your mind. You try to get comfortable where you’re seated, but for some reason no matter how you sit, you can't manage to stay still for more than 10 seconds.

Felix looks over at you occasionally, wondering if you’re uncomfortable being alone with him. There’s no way, right? You’ve spent plenty of time alone with him in the past month and a half, if he had made you uncomfortable, you would’ve said something, right? And why did Chan and Mina just run out like that? He doesn’t remember ever hearing their mom mention anything about going to their aunt’s house this morning. Was he just not paying attention?

You’re still moving about on the couch, and curiosity peaks in Felix.

“Are you okay?” Felix asks, looking over when you move for the fifth time in half a minute. “Y-yeah! Yeah I’m ok. Just a little cold,” you say, trying to play off the situation. He shifts a little in his seat, wondering if he’s really about to do what he’s thinking about doing. And before he knows it, he opens his mouth and is doing exactly what he was afraid to.

“I mean,” he begins hesitantly, “you can always..come sit over here with me, if you want. No pressure! But you know..if you want to,” He blushes, but extends his arm against the back of the couch, an open invitation for you to cuddle into his side. Thinking about it for a moment, you figure there’s no real harm in doing so, wanting to satisfy your need to be close to him in hopes that it'll stop the feeling in your chest.

You were wrong, it doesn’t help the feeling in your chest at all. If anything, it magnifies it ten fold. You scoot over to Felix’s side of the couch, tucking yourself into his side and getting comfortable. You relax in his hold, and Felix feels a sense of relief wash over him.

You try to get back into the movie, but just as you get comfortable again, a very intense romantic scene begins in the movie. The two characters are about to meet their inevitable downfall, sharing a dramatic declaration of their love. The desperation in their voices are evident, knowing that if this so happens to be the last moment they ever have on earth, then they’ll be okay with it knowing that neither of their feelings were unrequited. .It doesn’t help that Felix keeps looking over at you every thirty seconds.

You feel Felix tense, and he turns to look down at you, your head now rested on his shoulder as you got comfy in his embrace. He wants to hold you like this forever. He panics a little, realizing how close your faces where when you turned to look up at him. He looks into your eyes and immediately melts, it reminds him of the other night, when he was just so close to finally kissing you. All he would have to do now, in this moment, is grab your jaw and pull you forward and then he’d be kissing you.

So that’s what he did.

It was a quick kiss, and Felix pulls away just as quickly as he pulls you in. “I uh..I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me if you never want me to do that again I won’t and we can forget that it ever happened I am so sorry,” he rambles, and you laugh at him. “Felix,” you say, turning to face him properly, “You have no idea..how long I have wanted you to do that.” You confess, cheeks turning red. He giggles. Giggles. That’s all the incentive you need to pull him back to you and capture his lips in another kiss.

You move to straddle his lap, your hands tangling in his hair and his immediately landing on your hips. You want to stay with him like this forever, you’ve decided. Running your hands through the soft tresses makes you realize that no one has ever made you feel the way that Felix does. He is home to you, and you know immediately that you don’t want anyone else. He moves to touch the skin that’s exposed right at the bottom of your tshirt, and a content sigh passes your lips. Felix uses the moment to slip his tongue in your mouth and you just let him take over, too lost in the feeling of him to fight for any type of dominance.

You roll your hips against him and a deep groan comes from his chest. You kiss him a little harder, and his labored breathing matches your own. You were now immensely glad that Mia and Chan were nowhere to be found.

His lips move to your neck, and the noise that comes from you does not go unnoticed by him. He’s guiding your hips against his now, bucking up into you and you’re getting lost in the feeling of him. Looking at you, Felix just wants to thank every god that has ever existed for letting him be with you in this way. In this moment, you are the only thing that exists to him. Even if he has to leave in a few weeks to head back to Korea and his idol life, his heart belongs here with you. And you'll wait for him each time, you know you will. This felt like destiny, and you’ll be damned if a body of water comes between you and him ever again.

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Mia and Chan take their sweet time coming back to the house, deciding to go get dinner and hoping that their idiot lovestruck best friends have finally gotten themselves figured out. They walk through the door and smile as their met with the sweetest scene ever. You and Felix are asleep on the couch, completely wrapped in each other.

Needless to say, the state of Felix’s hair and the dark markings on your neck are enough for the two of them to silently fist bump as they walk to their respective bedrooms.

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A/N: Oh my goodness. If you’ve made it to the end of this, thank you for reading! I really hope this lived up to your expectations Anon >.<

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#WELP two computer crashes and one loss of my sanity and it's done!#felix #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #felix scenario #ryn's work: felix #ryn's work: stray kids #stray kids

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sofi220303 · 4 years ago

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My Weeb Hero - Leviathan (Obey Me!) One-Shot

Summary:

(After the events of Lesson 16)

After having a nightmare of THAT traumatic experience you had recently on the Devildom, you decide to ask Levi for help to forget your nightmare, and with a beautiful gaming night both of you get closer.

*Just read it for the fluff and to see Levi being cute with MC lmao, I suck at doing interesting summaries*

Before We Start:

Hi! Welp, this is the first time I'm publishing a fanfic in my life (Only because it's Levi's birthday and I love him, and wanted to post something about him), so please don't be too harsh on me and I really hope you all enjoy it! Thanks to my beautiful friends that were my beta-readers and also proofread my story (love ya girls!)

I wrote some MC interest and personality basing it on me to make it more realistic, so if you don't like one of the interest I wrote, change it to your own! I also have the same idea written but instead of Levi, with Satan, maybe if you like this one I will publish it, english it's not my first language so sorry if I have some mistakes, and well I think that's all, hope you like it!

My Weeb Hero

— I hate humans, you see. I hate them more than anything in the three worlds— while Belphegor talked all I could feel was the pressure of his cow like tail around my neck, pressing it harder by the minute. I tried to breath, but with every second that passed it became harder. I tried to focus my energy on pushing him away or taking his tail off me, but it was hopeless. My body felt heavier and I didn't have the strength to do anything; there was no way to scape, to save myself.

—...Why is it so much fun that I can barley stand it?! I... I can't contain the laughter! AHAHAHAHAHA!— his eyes that once where sweet and beautiful, that showed sadness and frustration, no, not frustration, but desperation because of being captive, now were shining, almost seemed as they where glowing in the darkness of the room, glowing with passion and satisfaction by my growing pain. They're all I could see with that smile that scared every last bit of me, and that laugh that echoed in my mind, suffocating me even more.

My eyelids became heavier and everything faded into darkness, but I could still see those glowing eyes and creepy smile with his laugh loudly resonating in my head...

Without breath I woke up from my dream turned into nightmare, completely startled by the memory. My body was shaking and my breathing was fast, desperate to get a grasp of air I frantically needed and still felt like missing. With a hand in my heart I closed my eyes to find it beating at an awfully fast speed. I laid back on my bed slowly and tried to focus on my breathing to calm down, without noticing I placed my hand on my face and started laughing, just to start crying the second after. I decided to go to the bathroom to wash my face and get some water... again those nightmares... great.

When I went back to my room I decided to check the hour on my phone... 2:45 am... perfect. I opened the chat on my D.D.D and scrolled down a bit. I'm sure he will be awake, it's not that late and he probably is playing some video-games, binge-watching some anime or rewatching the TSL movies again.

"Leviachan Otaku Lord"

MC: Hey! You up?

Levi: Yup, u ok?

Levi: Thought I heard some noise...

Levi: It's not as if I'm worried or something! Just wondering out of pure curiosity... It would be really unfair if you were with some of my brothers doing a sleepover like the other day -_-'

MC: Hahaha... it's nothing like that, just needed someone to talk to and thought you would be up watching smth or playing some games.

MC: Sorry to bother you since I know you don't like to be disturbed.

Levi: Hmph it's no bother if I'm answering you (-////-)

Levi: I was just watching a show, but it's really not that interesting.

Levi: Did you have a nightmare again?

MC: Yeah... the noise you heard probably was when I went to the kitchen to get something to drink ://

Levi: Do-do you want to come over? If you don't want to it's okay. Maybe is better if we only talk by chat, but it's not everyday that I give someone the opportunity to come into my biggest comfort place, to my beloved "cave" as my brothers would say.

MC: Hahahaha

MC: Okay, okay, if you want it that bad I will go.

MC: As you said it's not everyday that I get invited to your awesome cave lmao

After that, Levi didn't answer again. Gladly, his room was near mine so I didn't have to walk around the House of Lamentation making more noise and risking waking everyone up. When I got there I knocked on his door three times. After a minute or so, the door opened slowly.

—Come in.— Levi almost whispered hiding behind the door. Even though his face was serious, you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. He still wasn't used to people entering his room without coming to drag him out, play video games or watch animes or some movie, ask him a favor or look through his things, so this was still weird for the introverted demon.

Also, he knew how much I liked his room with the ocean theme and felt relaxed by it, so if that would help me get over the scare of the nightmare he would endure it.

—Thanks...— I said softly while sitting on his bed. He took some consoles from his desk and took some games before sitting with me.

—No worries!— he said while hurriedly giving me a console and the games to automatically look to the other side of the room— C-choose a game, we will play some... I thought you would like these ones... — he mumbled still facing the opposite side of the room but more relaxed.

—How about this one?— I took the same old loved Mariokart and showed it to him.

—If that's what you want... it's really a good choice since it's a classic that never disappoints to bring a great time. But don't think I will let you win that easily! Hmph! — he took the game and put the disc's in both consoles.

—It's really cool how you have two Nintendos and copies of the games to play with more people!— I said while preparing my game.

—As an otaku I need the limited edition consoles, and this Ruri-chan theme Nintendo had to be mine even though I already had that one, and the copies are pretty new, since I thought it would be best to lend yo... you know what? Never mind.

Even if he doesn't want to show it he can be really cute when he cares for others, I can't help but smile while thinking that.

—Are you ready to start?— he asks looking directly at me.

—Huh? Oh! Yes...— while concentrating on the loading screen I add— I won't take it easy with you too, I'm not willing to lose!

—Ha! Let's see if you can win to a pro like me, normie— he says surprisingly confidently with a smirk on his face.

After five rounds with two wins and three loses...

—Fuzz buckets! You ARE good at this...— I admit in defeat.

—Told ya, still... you keep up a good match...—he admits shyly— and did you just said "fuzz buckets"?? Really?

—Sorry not sorry! I just love Wizards and got used to saying it thanks to Douxie. Can't help it so don't blame me — I giggled.

—Hmm... I'm in no position to blame though, but why him??

—Because I love him and he is my fave. I don't question you when you say quotes from Henry, do I?

—No... you don't...— he fakes resentment and pouts, simply cute.

Without really thinking who I'm with, I lean on his shoulder. I can feel him getting a bit stiff but he doesn't move away and I take it as an offer to stay there.

—Hey... do you... do you want to talk about what happened? About your nightmare?— he asks a bit embarrassed.

—Just the usual... the demon from that time trying to attack me, but none of you is around to save me... and I can't scape because I'm cornered and I'm not strong enough to run or defend myself...— even though I wanted to tell him about the nightmare, I couldn't bring myself to tell any of them that their own brother is the demon in question, not even to Levi with whom I'm closer to. So I just used the story about that time on RAD when a demon of a lower rank tried to attack me while I walked to my next class. At that moment I was alone because none of the brothers took that class with me, but gladly before something happened, Lucifer, who was passing by, saved me and took care of him. Since then, at least one of the brothers would take the same classes as me, so I'm not alone anymore.

—I swear I will protect you... I might be a filthy otaku, an useless shut-in, but I'm strong enough to protect you. I won't let others hurt you... even on your dreams... so make sure to call me in situations like this. I can be your hero, like the ones on manga, and... I w-want to be your hero!— with a a blush creeping up on his cheeks and the tip of his ears, he declared this with such passion showing he was serious, but in a soft way that shows the regret of not being there at the moment the incident happened.

—Thank you Levi— I reply softly— can I stay here for a bit more?— I ask while closing my eyes and grabbing his left arm close to me. Another shiver comes from him because of that, but again he doesn't complain. I can feel his eyes staring and I'm mostly sure he is even more red than before. With a little movement of his head, guessing he is nodding, and a "hmmh" I finally fall asleep feeling safe.

I didn't have any more nightmares that night.

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isoldmysoultokpop · 4 years ago

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{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 3)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

(Go stream Fireworks xD)

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

(I see why you guys simp for Yunho. Joong’s actually my bias, and San was my bias wrecker, but ever since I had a dream of me dating Yunho, he’s just been looking so fine-)

You groan as you slowly wake up. Early morning sunlight was shining into the living room.

...Living room?

You process where you are.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

You glance up. You were still leaning against Yunho, but you had a blanket over you now.

Yunho’s dark brown eyes had a curious gleam to them. He had his phone in his left hand.

“I-....” you blink the sleep away. Realization finally dawns upon you. You pull away from Yunho quickly, but since you weren’t fully awake, you become dizzy.

“Ahh, easy, Y/N,” Yunho said while holding your arms to steady you.

You look out the window and the sunlight. “What time is it?” you demand.

Yunho glances at his phone. “Almost 7:30am; why?”

You freeze. It was almost 8am. Your parents always came into your room by 8 to make sure you were awake. If they find you gone, who knows what’ll happen when you get home later?

“I... I need to go now,” you mutter as you stand up. You stagger a little bit, but Yunho stabilizes you again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need to get home; my parents are going to find out I’m gone soon. They’re going to kill me when I get home,” you said in an obvious panic.

Yunho curses under his breath, which takes you by surprise. “Give me five minutes, and I can drive you to your place,” he said.

“Okay, but hurry it up, please,” you said impatiently.

He nods before dashing up the stairs that you hadn’t realized were there until now. You chew on your bottom lip while you start to pace around the living room.

Footsteps on the stairs makes you look up. You were expecting to see Yunho but a mop of pink hair catches you eye. San had noticed you too.

“Oh, Y/N? You’re still here?” he said, his voice deep and weary. He obviously just woke up.

“Yeah, but Yunho will be taking me home soon,” you reply quickly.

San yawns. “What’s the rush?”

You didn’t reply. He gave you an inquisitive look, but he didn’t pry.

Yunho rushed down the stairs, almost barreling into San. “Sorry, San!” Yunho yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed car keys off of a table.

He gestured for you to follow him out the door, so you run over there and slip on your shoes. You give San a quick wave before leaving the house. Yunho unlocks his car, and you sit in shotgun.

“You’re going to have to give me directions or your address,” he said as you both buckled up.

After a bit of figuring out where you were, you managed to guide Yunho to your home. You had him park a bit away from the house so your parents wouldn’t suspect anything if they happened to look out the window. You thank Yunho and hurriedly make your way back to your window. You slip inside as quietly as possible. You glance at your clock.

7:54am.

You breathe a sigh of relief. You change into todays clothes, and right on cue, your parents knock on the door.

“I’m awake,” you yell.

The door opens regardless. Your mom looks inside. “What time did you get home last night?”

You curse internally. “Late,” you reply vaguely.

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “You weren’t home all day, and we contacted your friends. You weren’t with them, so where were you?”

You chew the inside of your cheek.

“I know you weren’t at work either,” she said.

You sigh. “Is it wrong of me to go out by myself?”

Your mom huffs. “It is when you don’t tell us,” she said.

“I’m an adult, mom,” you reply flatly.

“Then act like one,” she snaps. “If you’re going somewhere, you have to tell us.”

You bite on your lip to prevent yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Don’t do that again,” is all your mom says before leaving.

Groaning, you grab your phone and text Yunho.

You: Yunho T-T

Yunho: Are you okay??

You: I don’t know

Yunho: What happened?

You: My mom scolded me for not telling her or dad where I went

Yunho: But you’re an adult?

You: That’s what I said!!

Yunho: Did you tell her about me and the others?

You: No, and I won’t ever

Yunho: Then if you’re supposed to tell them where you’re going, how are you gonna hang with us? TT

You: I’ll just sneak out at night

Yunho: At night??

You: The day is too suspicious. It’d be better if they’re asleep

Yunho: We all need sleep tho

You: Uuugh

Yunho: Oh i know!

You: ?

Yunho: We use a dance studio a lot; how about you say you’re taking lessons?

You: They’d never support me taking dance lessons

Yunho: Hmm, then use a cover

You: Lie to them?

Yunho: Don’t word it so bluntly ^^;

You: I mean, that’s what it is.

Yunho: ^^;

You: I’ll do it

Yunho: Really??

You: Yeah, why not? I’ll just tell them I’m taking etiquette lessons or smth

Yunho: Alright! Can we meet up tomorrow then??

You: So soon

Yunho: Sorry T-T

You: Nah, it’s fine. I got time tomorrow, so I’ll see you then

Yunho: Oh! Does early afternoon work?

You: Yeah, it should. I’ll show up at your place around 2?

Yunho: That works, except how about I pick you up?

You: Yes, please TT

Yunho: Haha okay

You smile. Tomorrow should be fun.

The rest of your day was uneventful. Just some more hate from your parents and “friends”, but you managed to keep yourself going by thinking about Yunho and the boys. You got to see them tomorrow, and that made you feel better.

You finally made it to night, and you were getting comfy for a good nights rest. Your phone chimed. Yunho had sent you a “See you tomorrow! Good night :)” text. You smiled and said “good night” back before finally falling asleep.

You woke up late, so you just got ready for your day with ATEEZ. You decided to wear a black, short sleeve crop top and some leggings. You headed down the stairs and made your way to the front door before yelling out loud enough for your parents to hear.

“I’m heading out, I don’t know when I’ll be back!”

Your mom and dad come out from the living room.

“Where are you going?” you dad asked in suspicion.

“Do I really have to tell you?” I ask, trying to feign innocence.

“Yes,” your mom said.

You sigh. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise for you guys, but I’ve been taking etiquette lessons in secret.”

Your parents’ eyes widen. “Really?” your mom asked.

You nod. “Yeah, I was hoping to do something right, so I scheduled some lessons with a private tutor.”

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “Can we have the contact information for this person?”

You bite your lip. You weren’t prepared for this. Apologizing internally, you give Yunho’s number to your parents. Your dad nods and signals that you’re free to leave.

“Bye,” you said hurriedly and left the house. You wanted to run, but you couldn’t or else you’d raise suspicion. So you just sped walked.

You finally reach Yunho’s car and open the shotgun door.

“Eager much?” Yunho teased.

You quickly shake your head. “You haven’t been called yet, have you?”

“Mm, no?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “I told my parents that I was taking etiquette lessons from a private tutor. They wanted this ‘tutors’ number... so I kind of gave them your number...”

Yunho gapes at you. “What??”

“I’m sorry!! It was the only thing I could think of right away,” you apologized, not able to make eye contact with him.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I guess I can pretend to be your tutor. Will they be mad that I’m a guy?”

You chew on your bottom lip. “I hope not,” you mutter.

Yunho shrugs. “For now, let’s head to the house,” he said while driving back out into the street.

The car ride was quiet. You reached their house soon enough, but it was a mildly awkward car ride.

You get out of the car and head up to the front door. Yunho’s close behind you and he opens the door.

San greets you guys right away.

“Hi, Y/N!!” he said cheerfully.

“Hey, San,” you said with a smile.

You noticed most of them were ready to head out. You raise an eyebrow. “Are we going somewhere?”

Yunho chuckles. “Well, I didn’t lie when I said we frequent a dance studio. We’ll be heading there today,” he explained.

Your eyes lit up. Soon enough, you were at a dance studio. They apparently rented a room for half a day quite often.

Once in the room, all of the boys drop their bags and water bottles next to the wall. You sit down next to their stuff.

“Y/N, won’t you join us?” San asked you.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t know how to dance,” you said sadly.

Wooyoung pipes up. “We could teach you,” he offers.

“Or Yunho could. He’s one of the best dancers out of all of us,” Seonghwa said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

At the mention of Yunho, his phone starts ringing.

He looks at you and shows you his phone. Sure enough, the caller I.D. is your moms’ number. “It’s my mom,” you said.

He sighs before telling the others to remain quiet. He picks up the call. “Yes?”

You couldn’t hear your mom properly. Just some noise.

Yunho continues to stare you as your mom talks. “Yeah, Y/N’s with me,” he said.

Some more muffled noise.

“We’ve only just started our lessons a few days ago; I can’t say how quickly she’ll understand all of this etiquette,” he said.

You pout your lips.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but can we get back to our lesson? There’s much to teach.”

He rolls his eyes before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.

“She’s nice,” he said sarcastically.

You laugh at that. The others look between you and Yunho.

“What was that about?” Hongjoong inquired.

“WELL,” Yunho starts. You groan and hide your face behind your hands as you fall flat on your back in embarrassment. “Y/N thought it’d be a great idea if she gave my number to her parents and told them that I was her etiquette teacher.”

“I said I’m sorry,” you muttered behind your hands.

Yunho gives you a mischievous smirk. “So how about I actually teach you something?”

“Like what?”

“Dancing,” Yunho suggests.

You perk up. “I’m actually interested in learning how to dance,” you say quietly.

All of the boys give each other excited looks.

Yunho smiles broadly. “Alright, then! We have to stretch first,” he said as he made his way towards you.

He sat down next to you. “Here, copy me,” he said as he spread his legs out a bit and leaned forward with his arms in front of him.

You tried, but you couldn’t get far down.

“I’ll help,” Yunho said. The other boys continued to stretch, although San managed his way over towards you and Yunho eventually.

Yunho told you to keep leaning forward. You felt his hands on your shoulders, and he gently pushed down on you. You could feel the stretch of your muscles as he did so.

“Ahh, that hurts,” you whine.

Yunho chuckles. “That’s common,” he explained.

After doing a few more stretches, you watch the boys perform once before San and Yunho try teaching you the basics.

You struggle a bit at first, but you eventually get the hang of what they’re teaching you.

“Ahh, move your arms this way,” San said as he held your forearms and swung them up and down.

There was a lot of physical touch, and although you weren’t used to it, you were enjoying it. You never received physical affection from your parents so this was a new experience for you.

Yeosang clapped his hands to get you, San’s, and Yunho’s attention.

“We’re going to order food. Do you guys want anything?” he asked.

Jongho mentions that they’re getting tteokbokki, kimchi, other dishes, and they have ramen.

San asks for some Coke, and Yunho just asks for bulgogi.

They place the order. Seonghwa and Wooyoung offer to pick up the food, and they head out, saying they’ll be back in about a half hour.

The realization that it’s almost dinnertime makes you look at your phone to check the time. It was already 6pm.

You’re about to flop down on the floor when Yunho pulls you back up. “It’s good to stretch before and after you exercise,” he tells you.

You nod while yawning. You stretch with San and Yunho, and then you rest on the dance room floor.

You’re on the verge of dozing off when San and Yeosang lay down next to you.

“So you like dancing?” San asks.

You nod. “Oh yeah. It’s always been my dream to be an idol, but my parents think it’s a waste of time.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Yeosang muttered. “I’d still try becoming an idol.”

San agrees. “Who cares what they think? You’re old enough to make your own choices.”

“That’s the issue,” you said with a sigh. “I’m getting old; it would take a while to properly train me on vocals and dancing, and by the time I’m ready, I’d be too old to debut in a group. I’d either have to take up an instrument or go solo.”

San groans at the truth. Yeosang, however, proposes an idea. “Jongho has amazing singing skills. Maybe he can teach you?”

You raise an eyebrow and glance at the maknae.

He must’ve overheard because he nods.

“Can you sing, please?” you ask politely.

He smiles before obliging. You’re astonished at how well of a singer he was. He hit high notes flawlessly and without effort.

You were shook.

After he finishes, he gives you an encouraging smile. “Your turn to sing now.”

“No way!” you object. “After that, I’ll sound terrible.”

Jongho shakes his head. “I won’t know what to help you improve on if I don’t hear you sing,” he said.

Swallowing thickly, you start singing one of your favorite songs.

After you were done, the boys clapped, so it must not have been as bad as you thought.

Jongho joins the small group of you, Yeosang, and Yunho. He starts giving you singing tips and breathing techniques.

Your impromptu lesson gets interrupted by Seonghwa and Wooyoung bringing the food. Happy with how the day went, you and the boys start feasting.

~Large time skip~

It’s been a few months since you met Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ. Over those months, you got close to all of them, but San and Yunho in particular. You haven’t been caught by your parents yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time. They called Yunho often to ask about my etiquette progress, and he’d managed to convince them you were doing alright. You really owed him one for pretending to be an etiquette teacher when, in reality, he was your dance teacher.

Yes, you’ve been taking dance lessons from Yunho and San while Jongho and sometimes the others give you singing and even rapping lessons and tips.

You’re finally beginning to understand what Yunho meant about friendship. You’ve stopped hanging out with the people your parents got you acquainted with, although they definitely weren’t happy about that.

In regards to Yunho, you felt most comfortable around him, but you were also nervous around him. You guys often hugged in greeting and when you were saying “bye” to each other, and every time you didn’t want to let him go. You weren’t sure why, and you didn’t want to mention this to him.

You still had suicidal thoughts, but it’s gotten better. Yunho was always there to comfort you, but if you didn’t want the comfort, he would respect your wishes and keep his distance, unless you were about to do something rash.

Anyway. You were on your way to the dance studio. You were gonna be trained on singing while dancing. It’s a pretty chill song and choreography so you won’t be overdoing it.

You had just entered the dance room, and you could already feel the crackhead energy.

Sure enough, San, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Yunho were making strange noises and faces. You shake your head, a smile on your face though.

San notices you first.

“Hey, Y/N!” He runs up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You laugh, giving his arms a pat.

“Can I put my backpack down first?” you ask.

He pouts but removes his arms regardless.

The second you put the bag down, San’s arms find their way around you again. You hug him back this time. Once you two pull away, you make your way over to the others, giving them hugs too, but linger on Yunho like you always do.

“Where’s Mingi and Wooyoung?” you ask. Jongho had walked in during your hugging sess.

San huffs. “They aren’t coming today. Apparently they’re busy today,” he says, obviously upset that Wooyoung wasn’t there.

You chuckle. “Woo may not be here, but hey, at least you got me,” you joke.

San grins at you.

Yunho clears his throat. You look at him while San quietly laughs.

“We should get the lesson started,” Yunho says with a shrug.

You nod.

You were about 20 minutes in your lesson when your phone buzzes. You give Yunho an inquisitive look through the mirror. He nods, giving you permission to your silent question.

You check your phone and freeze. Yunho came over to look over your shoulder. He froze as well.

Mom: We know you’ve been lying to us. We followed you to a dance studio. What kind of etiquette lessons are these?

You didn’t know what to reply with. She just kept sending messages.

Mom: You’ve disappointed us again, like you always do.

Mom: We shouldn’t have been surprised though.

Mom: Once you get home from your “etiquette lessons”, we’ll have a nice, long talk.

You dropped your phone, fear filling you. You stumbled a bit backward, but Yunho steadied you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

San, Jongho, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa had come over to check up on you two.

You shake your head. “I can’t go back home...”

Yunho gives you a gentle and comforting hug. “You can stay with us tonight,” he offered.

You clutch his shirt. “No, I can’t go back at all. They’ll beat me.”

Yunho’s grip on you tightened, and you heard the other boys make remarks or just noises.

Seonghwa speaks up. “We have a spare room. It’s still empty, besides some boxes. Why not move in with us?”

Hongjoong agrees. “We’ve known each other long enough. I think it’d be alright.”

The others put in their input and agreement to you moving in with them. You look up into Yunho’s deep brown eyes. He nods at you.

“Okay, but I’d still need to go back to get my stuff,” you said, sullen.

Yunho hums for a second. “How about we go to your house tonight, maybe around 1 or 2am? Your parents would most likely be asleep, and we can sneak in to get your things,” he suggested.

San lights up at the idea. “Can I come with?” He pauses. “If that’s what you decide.”

You think about it. It’s probably the best idea. Avoiding confrontation with your parents while managing to gather your things and go. You could leave them a “nice” note too.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you finally conclude. “But only Yunho and San will come with. I don’t want a large group breaking into the house,” you said.

The others nodded in understanding. “While you’re doing that, we could set up the room,” Jongho states.

Everyone settles down on the floor, and we call Mingi and Wooyoung to let them know what’s going on and our plan for tonight. We get the finer details figured out and soon enough, the mission is on its way.

You were standing outside your old home with Yunho and San. It was as dark as it could be, since it was new moon phase. The few streetlights were your only source of light, along with the few flashlights you guys brought.

“Okay, so where are we breaking in from?” San asked.

You bite down on your lower lip. “My bedroom window. It’s on the first floor so it won’t be hard,” you replied.

The boys nod, and the small group makes it way to your window. You slide it open slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Can you hoist me up, Yunho?” you ask, not wanting to risk making noise while swinging yourself in.

He nods and crouches in front of you. He opens his hands for you to step on, and you use him as a step ladder. You manage to get into your room without incident. Slowly and silently, San and Yunho climb in as well. You head to your dresser first to grab your clothes while the boys grab your shoes, bags, and accessories.

After a while of packing and freezing after dropping a few items, you finally get to personal belongings. You packed your video game consoles, a few pictures, camera, and anything else you owned that had sentimental value.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. It was about 4 in the morning now. You had been here too long for comfort. You quickly write a snarky note and leave it on your desk.

“Okay, let’s go,” you whisper urgently.

They nod in response and grab a few of your bags of belongings. You grab the remaining bags and suitcase. You three leave out the window as quietly as possible and run to the car without closing the window.

Once inside Yunho’s car, all of you loudly sigh out in relief and pent up stress. You groan silently as exhaustion finally settles in as Yunho starts driving.

San looked over the car seat since he was in shotgun, you in the back. “The others have your room mostly ready. There’s a bed with bedding at least,” he said.

“Good,” was your only reply.

You must have dozed off because before you know what happened, you’re at their house. You, San, and Yunho grab all of your belongings and take them to your room. But since you guys were too tired to carry all of the heavy things, a few things remained. San left you in your room to get those remaining bags.

“Well, that was exhausting,” you heard Yunho speak from behind you.

Startled, you quickly turn around, but from lack of sleep added with stress, you lose your balance and stumble forward. Yunho tried catching you but ultimately failed.

You wince in pain as you and Yunho collided with the floor. Opening your eyes, you make eye contact with Yunho.

You notice a light blush on his face, which makes you realize the compromising position you two were in. Yunho was on his back but propped up on his elbows. You were over him, or well, more so over his “area”. Yunho’s knees were up, but you had your arms next to his sides, thus pinning him down. You felt your face heat up quickly, and you were about to scramble away from him and apologize when a voice cuts through the awkward silence.

“I-........ should I leave?”

You turn your head so fast, you manage to crack it a bit. San was standing in the doorway, holding the rest of your things. He had a slightly flustered look, but he was smirking at you and Yunho, an obvious teasing glint in his eyes.

San sighs dramatically as he drops your bags onto the bed. “Honestly,” he sighs. “I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and I walk in on Y/N about to give Yunho a-”

“San!!” Yunho whines and scolds at the same time.

You quickly get off of Yunho and stand up. “It was an accident!”

San’s smirk widens. “Oh, was it now?”

“Yes!” You exclaim exasperated. “He startled me, so when I turned around, I lost my balance and ended up pulling him down with me.”

San laughs. “I’m teasing,” he flicks your forehead lightly.

Yunho had stood up while you and San were bantering. “If.. If that’s all, I’m going to go to bed,” he said awkwardly.

You nod. “Yeah, I can handle the rest by myself,” you say just as awkwardly.

Yunho just nods and leaves. San watches the whole thing with interest.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” San asks.

You shake your head. “You have to be as exhausted as I am. I’ll unpack everything tomorrow. Right now, we all need sleep,” and as you were speaking, you yawned.

San smiles at you. “Alright. Have sweet dreams, Y/N.” He pauses for a second. “Maybe dream of Yunho,” he adds on with a wink.

“YAH!” You slap San’s shoulder. He escapes your room while laughing. You sigh and roll your eyes, but you were amused by his teasing.

Finding your pjs, you change into your sleepwear and haul everything off of the bed. You slip into the comfy bedding and fall asleep almost instantly.

~To be continued

#ateez #jeong yunho #choi san #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #kang yeosang #song mingi #jeong wooyoung #choi jongho #fluff #cute #romance #ateez fanfic #angst #ateez angst

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kurt-nightcrawler · 5 years ago

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Fairytale

Warren Worthington III x Female Reader

Request 1: Omg I just read the I have a boyfriend and the opposites attract and I'm aksjksjeje. Idk if ur taking requests, but in case u are I need more on that mother nature reader and Warren pleaaaaseee!!! Maybe something with angst, like some conflict in their relationship, but with a happy would be greatttttt I absolutely love ur writing

Request 2: Hi love!:D idk if you’re taking requests or if you’re in the works of smth, but like, I’ve had this idea in my head about your fic of Mother Nature with what she said about the weather affecting her. Like it’s winter season or smth and the sun has not been out for days (and maybe Ororo is not around to help??) so she’s feeling weak and Warren is doing all he can so she can get better🥺 I reaally love your writing💕 💕

Warnings: swearing and angst

Word Count: 12.5k

“How long will you be gone?”

“A few weeks. We should be back before December 21st.”

(Y/N) huffed, that was almost two weeks, plus the holidays were coming up. “Stay safe, okay? All I want for Christmas is you.”

Warren rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead, “I already got you a gift.”

(Y/N) thanked him and he just held her tighter.

Warren went on a mission with Raven, Alex, Kurt, Ororo, and Jean. They were going to Italy to stop some mafia mutant issue. “Which is stupid,” Scott retorted. “We live in New York. Surely the mafia isn’t only terrorizing mutants in Italy.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Probably.”

Her mind wandered as Jubilee talked to Scott about their final for Dr. McCoy. I need to water the plants in the greenhouse. (Y/N) yawned, she felt a sudden wave of drowse come over herself. I’ve been so tired lately…

It wasn’t a mystery why (Y/N) had been so tired lately. It was because of the weather. The earlier it got dark, the less energy she had— and with it getting colder, her abilities were limited. Most of the plants in her room had gone dormant. (Y/N) was worried she would too, but it hadn’t gotten cold enough.

“I think we should go skating tomorrow,” Jubilee suggested.

“Just the four of us?” Peter asked.

“Do you see anyone else? They’re all in Italy.” Peter squinted his eyes at Jubilee as she was sarcastic. “The rink is open, it’s December, and I’m bored! I wanna pick up cute girls.”

“Isn’t ice skating like a go-to in Hallmark Christmas movies?” Scott asked.

“Why do you know that?” Jubilee asked.

“We watch those all the time on nights with the boys,” Peter explained. “They’re awful and all the same. There was one where a girl was in love with a ghost and another where a girl texted her dead mom to grieve… I’m so lucky I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

(Y/N) laughed, hallmark Christmas films were pretty cheesy and cliche.

“I mean yeah, you’re right, but that doesn’t mean we can’t go skating, or do something. Everyone is gone and we need to stay active.”

Peter and Scott both looked at Jubilee with confusion. “But we’re all in pretty good shape.”

“No, I mean (Y/N),” She whispered to the boys.

“What’s wrong with her? She looks fine.” Scott said, quickly checking her out as she was preoccupied with her phone.

“Around winter, she tends to get weaker cause it’s colder and the sun goes down earlier…”

“Yeah… We know…”

“No, you guys don’t get it. During the winter plants go into like, hibernation— and if it gets too cold and (Y/N) falls asleep she’ll go dormant. The only safe places are her room and an area set up in the lab.”

“We have to keep her awake all winter?” Peter asked curiously.

“No, we just have to make sure she only falls asleep in her bedroom and stays there. It’s the only ace place because it’s like a greenhouse sort of…”

“What happens if we don’t?...”

“She could die!”

“Who could die?” (Y/N) asked.

“Scarlett Johanson’s stunt-double. I mean have you seen the new Black Widow trailer?” Jubilee asked without missing a beat.

“Eh, I dunno. She’s a professional, plus stunt-doubles are kind of expected to get hurt… while it’s not preferable an innocent gets hurt,... they did sign up for it.”

“I never thought of it like that…” Scott said almost seeing off-handed while trying to noticeably glare at Jubilee.

“Well, I’ve got to go. I promised Catherine I’d help make gingerbread cookies.” Everyone wished (Y/N) some form of goodbye, or have fun, leaving them alone.

“(Y/N) is going to die?!” Peter almost screamed.

“No! No, no— (Y/N) is not going to die. She’s done this longer than I’ve known her. I think she was like, thirteen when these first started happening. I didn’t know (Y/N) until we were 15, but still.” Jubilee continued on, “She’ll either pass out randomly in the middle of December or January and hibernate until March or April, or she won’t go dormant and just have to spend most of the spring outside, like soaking up the sunshine or whatever. “

“Oh, okay. So this is normal. Great. (Y/N) might fucking die every winter and we just have to act like children on thin ice? Deal with it somehow?” Peter looked like he was freaking out.

“I said she’s been doing this for years, plus she hasn’t died yet. We’ll be fine.”

Scott’s gut was telling him something different, but he blamed that on his constant anxiety.

Five days after Warren left

(Y/N), Scott, Peter, and Jubilee all went ice skating. Jubilee and Peter attempted to spy on cute girls, while Scott tried to act perfect, and (Y/N) tried her best to not lean against the wall too much. It was fun, but indoor rinks are as cold as the outside ones. (Y/N) bundled up enough, but she still got chills.

Scott took everyone to some artsy coffee shop that Jean adored. He claimed they had a killer hot chocolate. Jubilee already tried it once before, being Jean’s best friend/roommate. Peter thought it was kind of watery and not that great, and (Y/N) didn’t think it was bad but…

“You overhyped it. It’s good though.” Scott pouted, and Peter laughed through Twinkie bites and hot chocolate sips. (Y/N) felt warm and fuzzy inside. Almost… sleepy…

Her mind started to drift… Warren… everything they’d do when he got back from Italy…

Their first winter holiday together… all the shitty hallmark movies we can watch with Scott and Peter… the—

“(Y/N)!”

“Huh?!” She rubbed her eyes and tried to seem awake. “What is it?”

“You were dozing off there,” Scott pointed out.

“Oh.” She scratched her head. “Sorry. Haha,” Her laugh was somewhat sarcastic. “Just don’t let me, uh… Don’t let me pass out. Wouldn’t wanna get nicknamed Sleeping Beauty.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Peter joked.

Nine days after Warren left

Peter taught everyone, or attempted to, teach everyone how to make a seven-layered cake. Jubilee and Scott kept sneaking batter, while (Y/N) was struggling to not use her powers.

“Okay, but like, I could get sugar from a plant or—“

“No!” Jubilee protested, batter on the corner of her mouth. “We— we have all these ingredients here. Why waste them?”

(Y/N) squinted her eyes, they were a bit purple, but she let it slide and grabbed sugar and other dry ingredients from the cabinets.

“If she uses too much strength she could pass out. It’s been snowing hard for the past two days, and it’s been cloudy all week.”

“Can’t she eat a protein bar or drink some coffee or something?” Peter whispered.

Jubilee shook her head, “No, she needs vitamin D. Like, from the sun. More than a normal person does.”

(Y/N) set the sugar on the counter and looked at the recipe from Peter’s mom, reading bits out loud, “We need 2 and 1⁄4 cups of sugar.” She looked at the measuring cups, trying to find the one she needed.

“Hey, Scott! We agreed no phones out,” Jubilee scolded him.

He rolled his eyes, “You sound like a teacher… I was just checking a package I ordered…”

“If you actually bought that $200 lightsaber you were telling me about,” (Y/N) joked, “I will scream.”

Peter scoffed, “Please, Jean got him that for Christmas.” His face fell soon as the words left his mouth. “Shit…”

“No, she didn’t. We had a budget and—“ Jubilee and Peter both looked at their feet, eyes wide and sheepish. “I am not worth $200.”

“You sound like Warren,” Jubilee complained, cracking eggs into a separate bowl.

“It’s true! I don’t want her to spend money on me.” He glanced at his phone again.

“She’s not going to text you. No one is allowed to bring phones on missions, because the government can like, track you and shit.” Peter reminded him.

“I know, I know… but what if something happened? What if someone died or they got stuck and stranded and—“

(Y/N) put a hand on Scott’s shoulder, “Calm down Romeo. They’re going to be fine. If something happens, Xavier will let us know.” Scott nodded, trying to believe (Y/N) was right.

Fifteen Days after Warren left

(Y/N) was getting sick and tired. Tired of her friends never leaving her alone, the panic on their faces if she so much as yawned or rubbed her eyes, she was sick of them being so nervous. More so Scott and Peter than Jubilee.

Of course, they meant well, and just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall into a coma, but she didn’t need to be doted over like a tropical plant lost in the arctic.

(Y/N) huffed as she messed with her hair in the bathroom mirror. Her leaves looked less colorful, more brown and dead, the vines around her legs were gone, and her eyes looked like she hadn’t been sleeping. She had, but it was hard, the sun went down at 5 PM, and it was cloudy and cold every day it seemed.

I just want Warren here. He’d make everything better. We could cuddle and nap together…

(Y/N)’s turned blue and red as she stopped daydreaming and ran her toothbrush underwater.

By nature, (Y/N) was not a gossip girl or a secret keeper— people saw her as a Disney princess, a few of the younger students even called her “Mother Nature”... but she had ruined her status by lying to the person she cared about most.

She didn’t tell Warren about her dormant state, about how she could sleep until possibly March. She wanted to stay awake and active all winter. She wanted to spend her time with her angel.

But he was in Italy fighting crime, and wouldn’t be back until mere days before Christmas.

She had to be awake for Christmas and New Year’s. After that, it didn’t matter.

Wait. Then she remembered Valentine’s Day.

I have to be awake for that too. And Warren’s birthday… I can’t miss those… She made herself a promise she wouldn’t go dormant this winter.

She glanced out the window as she scrubbed her teeth with the toothbrush. It was snowing again, thick heavy flakes came down almost in chunks.

Twenty Days after Warren left

(Y/N) accidentally drank out of Peter’s cup without realizing it for about thirty minutes. Why did it matter?

Peter had caffeine in his soda, and (Y/N) did not. She was planning to go to bed in her room, and wake up when the sun rose to conserve energy.

Now, she was staying up late with her friends, watching some crappy zombie movie on late-night TV.

“They could easily just move to an island. Use the old man’s boat. The zombies can’t swim!” (Y/N) argued during a commercial break.

“Yeah, but there’s never any logic in these things.” Peter drowsed.

“I guess so. It’s kind of dumb though…”

Peter shrugged and took a sip of his drink, “Yeah, but it’s like Sharknado. They make money, it doesn’t matter if it’s bad or not.”

(Y/N) didn’t retaliate, as the final commercial ended and the screen faded to black, signaling the movie was back on.

Scott couldn’t remember when he fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes and tried to see who was all around him.

Peter was passed out on the floor for some reason, Jubilee was asleep on one side of the couch… and Scott saw (Y/N), passed out with her head laying on a pillow.

“Shit! (Y/N)!” He shook her, trying to get a reaction, but nothing happened. He repeated her name trying to undo her slumber until the other two woke.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, hair tussled and eyes half-closed.

“(Y/N) fell asleep on the couch!” Scott was panicking. He had one job— one job from Jubilee, “Make sure she only falls asleep in her bedroom or else she won’t wake up until March.”

“Scott! Stop it!” Jubilee pulled him away from (Y/N)’s sleeping figure. “You could kill her!”

“What—” He turned to Jubilee, “What do we do then?”

“Peter, get Professor McCoy up here.”

“But it’s 4 AM…” Jubilee gave him a deadly glare and he sped off.

Scott was ordered to sit and be quiet while Peter got McCoy.

“She fell asleep. She drank some of my soda earlier, causing her to not be tired. We thought we could get her sleepy by watching a movie, but we all fell asleep before she did…” Peter was giving Hank a 30-second recap, with 3000 words.

“Peter, everything��s going to be fine.” Hank carefully scooped (Y/N) up in his arms, bridal style. He looked her over up close. Her skin looked pale, the leaves and flowers in her hair were gone, all that was left were dried twigs, and the vines usually wrapped around her legs were concealed by sweatpants, so he couldn’t take note on them. “I’m taking her to the medical bay. Everyone go to sleep, you can come back in the morning…” Hank glanced at the time, “You can come back later.”

The three mutants walked to their rooms quietly. Jubilee made a stop at a bathroom to brush her teeth, while Peter and Scott went straight to their dorm.

Peter used his speed to get changed and hop in bed. “I’ll leave the light on while you get changed.” Scott didn’t answer, he didn’t move. “Scott?”

“What if she dies?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Jubilee said she’s been doing this for years, (Y/N)‘s not gonna die.” Scott still didn’t move, causing Peter to sit up and face his roommate better. “Everything will be okay. McCoy knows what to do, and this is no different than when bears go hibernate for the winter or when geese fly south. She’ll be fine.”

“We don’t know that. If something interrupts her she could die—“

“She won’t.” Peter knew he knew, what Scott was thinking. Scott did what anyone would have done. Tried to jostle her awake, he didn’t know what else to do.

“Do you know what it’s like?...”

Peter hadn’t the slightest idea what Scott was referencing, he kept his mouth shut, trying to figure it out.

“To have almost killed someone? Your parents arguing with theirs, lawsuits being threatened, your life could end before theirs and the doctors think they’re on borrowed time… How you know you deserve to be punished, and instead you’re just sent away, to be with more family and start new. You try to be better than you ever were, and people— they believe it. You deserve everything you’ve worked for… and then you go and fuck up! It’s one thing to have your mutation surface and have chunks of ceiling and a bathroom door put a school bully in a coma— but to hurt someone like (Y/N)?...” Scott’s voice trembled. His cheeks were covered in his tears. “If anything happens it’s going to be my fault. Warren’s going to blame me because everyone talks me up about how responsible I am and all these leadership qualities I have, that I actually don’t. Warren is going to kill me if she doesn’t wake up—“ He choked out a sob.

Peter was quick to wrap the boy in his arms. “Hey, hey… shh… shh… You didn’t hurt her. She’s going to be fine. Hank picked her up and carried her to his lab and she did fine. You shaking her didn’t do anything.” Scott continued weeping.

“How about you take a shower, and then we can go see her, okay?” Peter talked slower than ever before and with softness, enough to be gentle, but not so much you’d think Scott was a child.

He nodded, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

“Okay, come on buddy…”

Hank had carefully dressed her in a hospital gown and hooked her up to various equipment. Everything seemed normal for her coma-like state. He didn’t wake her up carrying her downstairs.

Hank sat down in a chair next to her. He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what to do.

This had happened before, but Hank just kept her in his lab and he wouldn’t do anything until she woke up. Sometimes students would visit to see how she was doing… Most of the time they’d just whisper and watch her for a few minutes before leaving, some made jokes about how she needed Prince Charming to kiss and wake her up.

Hank hesitated allowing Charles tell the team what happened. They wouldn’t be back for another week, and he didn’t want to cause a distraction for them.

“Hey Doc,” Peter waved. Scott was standing next to him.

Hank quickly put his glasses back on and stood up. “What are you doing awake? You should be asleep.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured we could come by, see how (Y/N)’s doing.”

“Yeah— she’s doing fine. Vitals are steady and her heartbeat is regular. All we have to do is wait.” Hank faked some optimism. He knew why they were there, and she was fine— except, Hank had no idea when she’d awake.

“Did you tell Xavier what happened?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, he knows. He said there’s nothing we can do until she wakes up. We have the option to wake her and keep her in the green room, but that’s easier said than done…” Scott looked pale. Hank cursed to himself for freaking the kid out. “Trust me, this is the best option for her.” Scott nodded.

“Yeah… “ Peter tried to distract him. “Why don’t we eat some leftover cake?”

“I’m not hungry Pete,” Scott answered.

“Well I am, and you’re not going to mope around down here. It’ll like, give (Y/N) a bad vibe. Come on.” Scott sighed and followed Peter out of the med bay.

Twenty four days after Warren left

Warren was exhausted, Everyone was. The mission went smoothly, or smoothly as it could, considering the number of minor injuries everyone bore.

“We’ve got a few more hours until we’re home,” Alex announced, checking in on the younger X-Men.

Ororo, Jean, and Kurt were playing go fish. Warren was watching, contributing nothing to the game but sarcastic comments and jokingly-judgemental looks.

“Great, thanks,” They replied.

Alex nodded and walked back to his seat in the cockpit. He pulled something small and rectangular out of his pocket. Warren carefully watched from the corner of his eye.

Is that a cell phone?

Cell phones weren’t allowed on missions. They were distractions, not to mention out of rage cellular fees were expensive— plus with modern technology comes tracking. Having something as minor as a cellphone on a mission could jeopardize the whole operation simply because someone wanted to use google maps and see where the nearest Starbucks was.

“Alex?”

“Yeah?” He stuck the object in his pocket.

“What is that?” Warren kept his down, as to not alert the others.

“What?”

“The thing in your pocket. What is it?”

“Warren—“

Warren was pissed. “It’s a cellphone isn’t it?”

“It’s a burner phone. In case of an emergency—“

“Why’d you take it out?”

“Hank texted me.”

“Oh, great.” Warren spat, “You bring a phone on missions in case you miss your little boyfriend.”

“Warren—“

“No!” He spoke out. At this point, everyone was watching. “You don’t get to break the rules and endanger the mission!”

“Warren, calm down.”

“You can’t tell me—“

“Someone at the mansion got hurt, bird brain. That’s why Alex’s using the burner to text Hank.” Raven rolled her eyes. Dramatic much?

“What?”

No one knew this, not even Jean. They all tuned into the conversation.

“Who did?”

“What happened?”

“Everything’s fine.”Alex lied.

“No, it’s not. You wouldn’t be texting Hank if it was.”

Jean discreetly put two fingers to her temple, trying to figure out who got hurt. Raven saw her and glared, mentally telling her to stop.

“Sorry.”

“Everyone settle down. We have a few hours left until we’re back in Westchester. Just chill out until then.”

Warren rolled his eyes and sat by himself, thinking Raven’s little distraction speech was stupid.

He couldn’t help it— acting all childish— he missed (Y/N) and he really hated having to share a bed with Kurt on missions. Kurt’s tail got all tangled and Warren’s wings were cramped.

It was different from when he’d cuddle with (Y/N). He’d wrap his wings around her, and she’d grow flowers in her sleep around them. It was soothing… He’d wake up refreshed, and looking at his wonderful girlfriend. Kurt was… a major downgrade… he was a decent roommate, but he couldn’t stand him as a bedmate.

Warren yawned, making a note to sleep for ten years and hold (Y/N) while he did it, once he got back home.

The basketball court came into view, and the ground caved in, letting Raven land the Jet in its hangar. Alex announced they were back and free to get off the ship. The rest of the team hastily grabbed their bags and ran out of the X-Jet.

Outside waiting for them was Jubilee, Peter, and Scott. Hank wasn’t there.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Warren teased Alex.

He didn’t respond.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Jean mocked Warren.

Warren did a double-take as Peter and Jubilee spoke to Raven and Ororo. (Y/N) wasn’t there.

“Hey, guys.” The three that stayed behind looked up with guilty expressions on their face as soon as they looked at Warren.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked.

No answer.

Warren asked again, but more concerned, “Guys, where’s (Y/N)?”

“She’s not dead—“ Jubilee hit Peter and scolded him.

“What does that mean?”

The group exchanged nervous eye contact. They weren’t sure how to explain it, but if they didn’t Warren was probably going to attempt murder.

“She’s in what Hank calls a ‘dormant state’. Basically hibernation—“ Warren’s face visibly paled. “Except waking her up is way more complicated…”

“So she’s in a coma?...” He asked.

“Yeah, basically…” Jubilee admitted.

“How did this happen?”

“(Y/N)’s mutation, I thought she told you…”

“Told me what?” Jubilee didn’t answer him. “What, Jubilee?”

Alex put his hand on Warren’s shoulder. “Maybe Hank should explain it…”

“So she won’t wake up until March?”

“April at the latest,” Hank answered.

“And you let this happen?” He turned to Jubilee, Scott, and Peter. They were terrified of what Warren might do.

“No, no, they didn’t,” Hank defended them. “Her body just does this. It’s no different than that time of month…”

“A period isn’t four months long,” Warren mumbled.

“Let’s give him a moment alone with her.” Hank ushered everyone out, shutting the door behind him.

Warren sank in the chair next to (Y/N)’s body. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck,” He mumbled. “Fuck, fuck,” Tears welled in his eyes. “Fuck!” He screamed. He put his fist up to his mouth to muffle his sobs.

“How could… Why didn’t she tell me?” Warren looked at (Y/N)’s figure. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Warren felt his heart breaking. She looked so… so dead.

But she wasn’t. She wasn’t dead but she wouldn’t wake until March.

It was December.

“Hank said… he said, we could wake you up, but there’s a chance you’ll die. And I’d rather have you like this than dead…” He turned away and mouthed cursed under his breath.

Warren didn’t know what to do. Sure, he wasn’t necessarily one of those clingy boyfriends, whose only life purpose is to serve his girlfriend… but he really liked her.

He wanted to spend more time with her than he ever could. She understood when he had nightmares or needed space. They never fought— their biggest disagreement was on a stupid homework problem.

She made earrings out of some of his metal feathers, he learned how to take care of all kinds of plants. She showed him how to be compassionate and kind, he showed her how to be assertive and throw a decent punch.

Peter teased him all the time, saying he was “in loooove,” dragged out o and everything. He’d always tell him to shut up or piss off.

Because maybe he was in love with her.

“But I’m her first boyfriend.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be her first love.”

“That means I’ll hurt her…” Warren’s voice cracked. “I don’t wanna hurt her…”

He didn’t know she’d hurt him.

Warren wasn’t allowed to sit at (Y/N)’s side all day, or even all week. He had work to make up for when he was in Italy— homework, mid-terms, laundry, post-mission exam— not to mention Christmas was in five days.

He tried to keep himself busy in the first two days, and he overachieved everything he had to do. Which inevitably, left him with nothing to do.

“God, you look miserable,” Peter commented when Warren made his way into the kitchen, bags under his eyes, messy bed-head hair, sweatpants hung low, and a wrinkly t-shirt.

“I stayed up, deep cleaning my closet. I’ve got some stuff I’m gonna donate.”

“That’s nice.” Jean curtly commented.

Nobody knew what to say. They weren’t sure what would trigger Warren.

“We were all gonna see Knives Out,” Scott said. “A day off for everyone, chance to get last-minute gifts…”

“Not interested.” Warren poured himself a bowl of cornflakes.

“Come on,” Jubilee almost begged. “You haven’t left the mansion at all in the past few days.”

“I have stuff to do.” He poured milk into his bowl.

“Warren, you deep cleaned your closet at midnight. You have nothing to do and this will keep you occupied for a while.” Jubilee pointed out.

He was tired, “I don’t want to leave the mansion. What if something happens—“

“(Y/N)’s going to be fine.”

Warren held his spoon tightly in his fist. “That’s what I thought before I went to Italy— Look at her now! She’s in a coma.”

“She’ll wake up in the spring,” Kurt offered up to calm Warren down.

“This could have been prevented. I should have been here—“ Warren felt himself breakdown. He started crying, and no one knew what to do. Ororo got up from her seat and hugged him. He sobbed into her shoulder.

Ororo gave him words of comfort, “It’s okay, this is normal for her. Distance will do you good. Everything’s going to be okay… You should get out, get fresh air.”

Warren nodded and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, “Uh-huh.”

“Come see the movie with us,” She suggested.

“Okay, yeah… I’ll— I’ll go get ready.” He put his bowl in the sink and went out of the kitchen.

“Holy shit.” Peter’s eyes were wide with shock. “He’s a mess!”

Jubilee swatted him with her hand, “Hush! He’s clearly upset… His girlfriend’s in hibernation until March.”

“Yeah, but like, he just started crying,” Peter stated. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Warren cry before… He just looked so broken, like, holy shit. I don’t think I was that upset when I got cheated on by my girlfriend, junior year on prom night…” The worst part is, we could have prevented this.”

“I think I’m gonna puke,” Scott mumbled.

“Hey!” Ororo chasted the two boys. “I don’t care what happened while we were gone, but you’re both acting pathetic. This is no one’s fault! Get your heads out of your asses and be there for Warren.”

“We should wake her up…” Everyone looked at Scott like he was crazy.

“And risk killing her?” Ororo asked.

“Yeah, no,” Peter answered. “Romeo may follow suit.”

Warren didn’t want to go outside, but he needed to keep busy, or else he’d start crying again.

He was a mess— he knew Kurt was tired of him staying up all night, doing anything and everything to keep busy… but when he closed his eyes he was face to face with nightmares— (Y/N)’s practically lifeless body lying in the hospital bed, her never waking up, or if she did she’d have amnesia and not remember anyone.

Warren couldn’t sleep, but staying up all night would eventually take its toll on him, or he’d run out of things to do.

Warren got changed and quickly ran downstairs to the medical bay. He wanted to check on (Y/N) before he left.

“How is she?”

“Same as she has been for the past few days,” Hank answered. “Everything’s normal, and she’s doing fine— great actually.”

Warren nodded, “Um, I just wanted to see how she was doing. I’m going out with the other X-Men… we’re seeing Knives Out… Ororo said it’d be a good idea for me to get out of the mansion.”

Hank blinked and then frowned in thought. “Yeah, she’s right. However, you seem to be doing really well, considering the situation. You haven’t spent all your time down here, but you do visit. You haven’t acted out with a huge wave of impulse emotions, but getting out for a little bit would be great for you.”

Warren bit his tongue, holding back from telling Hank the truth about how he was doing. “Yeah… I’ll um, see you later.”

Warren zoned out in the middle of the movie for a few minutes and had to ask Kurt what happened.

“Police chased them down.”

“Ah, okay.” Warren nodded. He glanced at his other friends. Scott had an arm around Jean, and they were cuddling, practically on top of each other, in the big recliners. Jubilee bought sour patch kids and was sharing the bag with Ororo. Peter and Kurt were really engrossed in the movie, and Warren was just kind of there…

He was lonely— The movie was good, and he was enjoying it— but Warren as a whole was lonely.

He put up the hard “I don’t need anybody,” exterior to protect himself from hurt. His poor relationship with his parents caused him to be cautious and made it hard for him to develop a steady healthy relationship with any authority figures in his life. His cage fighting days taught him, he was alone, and nobody was ever going to love him, and he’d have to fight to get anywhere in life.

Obviously, that proved to be false— he found confinement in Alex, (and sometimes Hank), as the older brother he never had. The community in the mansion proved he didn’t have to be so alone, and (Y/N) made him realize love is not some made-up fantasy, concocted in Disney’s headquarters.

(Y/N) felt like his best friend on most occasions, and while he had all his other friends, her being gone made him feel so empty inside.

On Christmas Eve he moped around in Scott and Peter’s room, one earbud in listening to sad music.

Scott wasn’t even there— he was doing God knows what with Jean, and Peter was playing Pac-Man.

“You can hang out with me tomorrow if you want. I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“I’m good.” Warren knew Peter would probably run home and mess around with his sisters and mom, or awkwardly hang around the mansion, trying to find Erik and tell him about their relationship.

“Dude,” He awkwardly chuckled. “Okay, look— um, I know, nothing I say can fix the situation, but if you want to talk I’m here.”

Warren paused his music. “What was the last thing she said?”

Peter was awestruck, “She’s not dead!”

“I know—“

“She’s in a coma that she’s going to wake up from! She didn’t die.”

“I know that! I just want to know what she said before she went into the coma…”

Peter felt guilty for jumping to conclusions. Warren seemed so defeated, like a kicked puppy. “We were watching a crappy zombie movie on tv… and it was like, really bad, and we were mostly complaining about how bad it was. The last thing I remember was she said something about how the prosthetics sucked and she could have done it better with some mint leaves and slime.”

The corner of Warren’s lip rose up slightly. Typical (Y/N), but she was probably right.

“Wanna play Pac-Man with me?”

Warren sat up, “Sure.”

“He just started crying, like— I’ve never seen anyone so upset, and I thought you were dead at one point!” Scott was frazzled in Hank’s lab with Alex, Jubilee, Jean, Ororo, and Kurt.

“He seemed fine when he came down to visit her the other day.” Scott gave Hank a disbelieving look. “Well if he’s crying over little things, obviously he’s extremely stressed out and I’m not going to push him.”

Scott glanced in the direction of (Y/N)’s area in the lab, “Maybe we should wake her up.”

“Are you crazy?!” Jubilee asked. “She could die from that—“

“She probably won’t though… (Y/N) being unconscious has made Warren, everyone on edge.”

“You want an easy way out of this,” Jubilee raised her voice as she kept speaking, “If you really cared about how Warren was, you’d be trying to comfort him best you can despite your half-assed friendship!”

“It’s our fault she’s like this, Jubes! We were supposed to make sure she didn’t fall asleep anywhere besides her room, and we couldn’t do it.”

“Scott, she was getting weaker every day, this would have happened no matter what—“

His voice got louder, yet he was practically shaking, “No, we had the most simple task in the world! And we couldn’t do it! We’re the X-Men and we couldn’t even keep a girl from falling asleep!”

Jean hugged Scott, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s not your fault. She does this every year— and it’s not like you ignored her.”

“What if it was you instead? I’d be just like Warren…”

“Don’t say that—” She kissed the top of his head. “You’d be fine.”

“I think we should discuss this with Warren and the Professor before we do anything, drastic.” Hank’s final words were clearly aimed at Scott.

“We can wake her up…”

Everyone was still in the lab, but this time Warren and Professor Xavier were present. Warren didn’t move, he was focused on what Hank was telling him and what it actually meant.

“But… she could die if not done correctly. Waking up an animal early out of hibernation could kill it, but getting a plant out of its dormant season would just weaken it, if done too quickly though, it could kill the plant.”

“Hank,” Charles rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I thought we agreed, when (Y/N) goes dormant, we do not disturb her. We agreed with her parents several years ago.”

“Yeah, but that was when she was a kid. She’s older now, and everyone’s distraught. Her boyfriend—“

“Oh, please,” Charles scoffed. “If I got on my knees and tried to align the stars every time Erik got hurt, there wouldn’t even be a school.”

“Cut the crap. You and Erik fight and make up like some divorced couple in a soap opera. When Erik gets hurt, you’re always the first to know.”

Xavier didn’t say anything out loud, he just glared.

“Um, personally, uh, sorry,” Warren awkwardly cut in. “I think if (Y/N) might die if we wake her up, then it’s not worth it. And if her parents agreed, letting her sleep is the best thing, then it probably is.”

Warren didn’t even want to think about her folks. Could you imagine? Their daughter dies because some dumb goth boy couldn’t handle her taking a three-month-long nap without him. Yeah, that’d impress them.

Charles clapped his hands together, “Well, there! It’s settled then. (Y/N) is fine as she is. I know this is upsetting for her to not be present around the holidays, but we can all assume she would want us to have fun and be kind to others, showing compassion and always helping those in need.”

Warren couldn’t sleep. He was restless in bed— too hot, then too cold, he’d have the beginnings of a nightmare or no dream at all— he was sure Kurt would have kicked him out by now if he hadn’t made the decision to sleep in Peter and Scott’s room for the night.

His tossing and turning made him have to pee. He got up and went over to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror as he dried his hands he sighed. Warren looked so tired, but he didn’t know what to do.

For the first time since Germany, he truly felt alone.

He grabbed the two gifts stored under his bed and he quietly walked down the halls.

None of the doors were locked, it was almost too easy for him to get into Hank’s lab.

He flicked on the light switch, even though he didn’t need to. Her sleeping figure made his heart almost burst out of his chest. Warren felt so awkward standing there.

He set the gifts down on a chair and walked over to (Y/N).

“Hi…” No response. “Um, I don’t know if you can hear me… but like, Jubilee and Kurt watch all those soaps and they always have characters talking to people in comas so I figured, maybe, just maybe, you could hear something… anyway, um… I miss you. I really miss you and I wish you’d said something about all this…” He sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve been trying to keep myself busy, with homework and chores and training. It’s been driving Kurt crazy that I’m up all the time, but I can’t sleep most nights…”

He paused for a moment, for the thought of, Am I crazy? Flashed through his brain.

“I got you that fancy water filtered you wanted for Christmas… along with some mollisol soil in a jar…” He huffed in amusement while glancing at the gifts. “Peter made fun of me. He said, “No girl wants a jar of dirt for Christmas.” But I know you’d be happy with it— trying to divide it equally among every plant in your room, your eyes lighting up when you see improvements in them…” Warren looked at (Y/N) and smiled sadly.

“We haven’t even been dating for a whole year, but it feels like it’s been forever…” His eyes watered and his voice faltered, “And that’s love… Isn’t it?... Everyone tells me something different, but— I think I love you. No— I know I love you. I love you and, and, I don’t know… I don’t know what I’ll do while you’re here. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and see everyone all happy like nothing’s wrong— or Scott kissing Jean when he thinks no one’s looking if I can’t put my arm around you and pull you closer and give him a look that states we’re a cuter couple…” Warren almost laughed at himself. His dumb competition with Scott.

“I know you’d want me to pretend like nothing’s wrong because it isn’t— but it is… I don’t know what to do…”

Kurt knocked on the door of his room the next morning. “Warren! Merry Christmas!” No response.

“I need to brush my teeth.” Still no answer.

Kurt opened the door himself, “Warren?” The room was empty. “Where are you?”

“Hey, Kurt,” Scott peaked in, still in pajamas. “Everything alright?”

“Warren’s gone.”

“He’s probably downstairs already. Peter and Jubilee are, I bet he’s with them.”

“Oh. You’re probably right.” Scott bid him goodbye and went to Jean’s room. Kurt still couldn’t get the feeling that Scott was wrong out of his system.

Hank and Alex were headed down to the lab, giggling and acting like kids sneaking around.

“Alex,” Hank breathed in between laughs, “I just wanna check on (Y/N).”

“I know,” He managed between the kisses he left all over Hank’s neck.

“Give me five minutes. Then we can join the others.”

Alex frowned as Hank opened the door. “I want to be alone with you.”

“Wasn’t this morning enough?” Hank joked.

Alex rolled his eyes and hugged Hank from behind.

Hank smiles and walked into the med Bay Area, where (Y/N) was put.

He was shocked, to say the least. Alex too.

“Did he wake her?” Alex whispered.

“I don’t think so. Her heart rate hasn’t changed.”

Alex gently shook Warren’s shoulder, “Hey, kid, time to get up.”

He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, squinting to adjust to the light. “Mmmmhmmmggg…”

“Merry Christmas.” Hank teased as he looked over (Y/N)’s vitals.

“Shit.” Warren rubbed his eyes, “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“When did you come down here? I went upstairs at around eleven.” Hank commented.

“You got into our room at 11:37 PM.” Alex corrected him.

“Uhh, I don’t remember…” Warren was too tired to think. He wanted to get something to eat and go back to bed. He didn’t want to see everyone messing around the tree Charles got the younger students to set up. He wanted to go back to sleep right in bed with (Y/N), but he knew Hank wouldn’t let him.

“Everyone’s upstairs,” Hank said.

“I know,” Warren said back.

Alex was preoccupied with his phone. Scott kept texting him where he was— for being the younger brother, he acted like an older one.

“Look, uh, I don’t want to overstep anything—” Hank said somewhat quietly to Warren. “I know we’re not that close, but—“

Warren shot him down, “I don’t need to talk to anyone. But thanks for the offer, Hank.”

Hank pushes his glasses up his nose, “No, it’s not that… When Alex was presumed dead, and we found his body and he was in a coma… I was an emotional wreck. I spent all my time down here, worried he’d wake up any second, or never wake up, or wake up and not remember who I am… We weren’t even dating at the time. I was just so heartbroken because I wasted literal decades avoiding him and my feelings and— sorry. Sorry. I got off track… the point is, I get it. I’m not going to judge you for coming down at night to sleep with her.”

“Just, just don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

Hank nodded understandingly.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” Alex got up and wrapped an arm around Hank.

“How much I love you,” Hank stated matter of factly.

Alex chuckled and kissed Hank’s cheek. “Don’t bother him with that. I’m sure Warren doesn’t want to hear you talk about our relationship.”

“I don’t care,” Warren told him.

“Still— go upstairs. Scott and Kurt think you got kidnapped or something.”

“Alright, alright,” Warren had to laugh, “I will.”

“We’ll meet you up there.”

Neither of the older men spoke until the door shut.

“He loves her.”

“Hmm?” Alex looked at Hank curiously.

“Warren, he loves (Y/N).” Alex hummed in agreement.

“They’re good for each other.”

Warren walked into the common room while chaos was in full motion.

Kurt was teleporting from place to place in the room, Ororo was focusing on making it snow outside, surprisingly, Peter was asleep on the couch, and Jean and Scott were cuddled under a blanket by the fireplace, obviously feeling each other up.

“Warren!” Kurt jumped down and landed at his feet. “Where have you been?”

He shrugged, “Workout.”

“Okay…” Kurt wasn’t convinced, but

“Hey, Warren! I made these brownies, they’re really good—“ She handed him one. “Here!”

“Uh, thanks.” He took a bite out of it. Gooey. Rich chocolate flavor. Yet, it also crumbled. Not half bad.

Warren smiled and nodded, telling Jubilee it was delicious. She was thrilled.

After a round of greetings to everyone, Warren sat on the couch next to Peter. “There’s a present for you…” He murmured, half asleep.

Warren furrowed his brows and looked at the tree. There was one gift left. The wrapping paper was black, with two silver bows on it. Warren smiled sadly at it, as he held it in his arms.

“Aww… It’s you!” Peter teased. Warren laughed a little, before opening it.

It was a box. Obviously, not empty. Warren removed the lid and looked through it. Inside was a disposable camera, an empty photo book, and a letter. He grabbed the letter first and read it.

Warren,

If you’re reading this, I’m either dormant or will be soon. I didn’t tell you anything about it because I’m scared. I’m scared you’d want to break up because I’m not conscious for part of the year. To most people, I’m sure it’d be a major turn off. But as Jubilee sometimes puts it, you’re ‘a little too attached’ to me to break up with me over a long nap. :) Or at least I hope so.

Anyway, I don’t want you moping over me the whole time, because you’ll just be sad and closed off and lose a lot of progress in your mental health. And I worry about you. I’ll be worrying about you quite a bit while I’m hibernating.

Uh, I can also hear everything you say to me. In case you wanna chat. I can’t say anything back, but it’s nice to listen.

I got you the camera and photobook to give you something to do. When I wake up you can catch me up on everything I missed. Take some pictures, save some memes for me, make a playlist of songs you think I’d like, movies I need to watch— Jubilee did it my first year here, and I liked it. I didn’t feel like I was wasting my time sleeping… I sometimes feel that way— I could do schoolwork, or spend time with my plants that still trudge through winter, or hang out with my friends… don’t feel sad, this is a normal bodily function… for me… You’re gonna think it sucks, which is kind of does, but I’ll try to make up for lost time… I love you…

(Y/N)

Warren couldn’t read the last few words, they’d been scratched out. He rubbed his eye, trying not to cry.

“What’d you get?” Peter asked.

“Uh, camera… So (Y/N)’s got photos for when she wakes up…”

“Aww…” Peter cooed. “That’s so cute— Hey guys! Let’s get a group photo!”

“Peter, I don’t— I don’t think that’s necessary—”

“Too bad!” Peter snatched the camera from Warren’s hands and started motioning and yelling at people to get in the frame. “I used to use these all the time as a kid— these little disposable cameras. I loved them!” Peter pressed the button, and a light flashed for a moment. He turned the dial on it and then handed it back to Warren. “You know how to use these, right?”

“Uh…”

“Great! You’ve totally got this.”

Peter was gone in a flash, leaving Warren alone.

He huffed, what was he really going to do with a camera? He didn’t want to bring his girlfriend up to speed with pop culture and all the drama she missed. He wanted to live through it all with her.

But he couldn’t…

Warren went back downstairs to the lab. Nobody stopped him from leaving or even asked where he was going. It was like he had no value in the group without (Y/N), just someone they tolerated, if that even.

He wanted to scream, knowing she could hear, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t find his voice… no words came out… just tears…

He fell down to the floor and cried. That’s all he could do.

You’re so weak! Pathetic! You can’t spend a moment away from her and you cry like a fucking baby! You don’t deserve her…

His sobs were the only things you could hear in the room.

New Year’s came and gone. The X-Men threw a party. Warren took a photo since he knew (Y/N) would have wanted to be there.

He didn’t want to be there. Soon as he took his photo he wanted to leave. He never liked parties, not as a kid, not in Berlin, and not when he came to the mansion— until he started dating (Y/N).

She got invited to several parties. Some were just dorm get-togethers with different groups of kids, others were house parties from the kids at the public school down the road, some were like this… real parties. She always wanted Warren with her when she went, and he never said no. He didn’t always enjoy them, but he didn’t mind. If (Y/N) had a good time, so did he.

But here Warren was, moping in the corner of Xavier’s ballroom.

He didn’t leave his room on Valentine’s day, despite still having classes. He trained for three hours a day, not including the group workouts and training required for all members of the X-Men.

He volunteered to go on more missions. He didn’t want to be stuck in the mansion for more than two days at a time. No one objected, he was a valuable member of the team, and the more experience the better he would get.

He was to go to London for three weeks with Ororo, Hank, Jean, and Scott.

Jean and Scott were excited because this just meant they’d somehow end up in a hotel room alone together at night, while everyone else was sleeping.

Warren was not too thrilled, as he was jealous. No need to sugarcoat it. Warren was jealous that Scott got Jean all 365 days of the year, that he never had to be away from her for more than a week, that they could flaunt their relationship and how happy they were together.

It made his stomach churn, but there was nothing he could do.

“I’m going to London for a few days… If I meet Harry Styles I’ll tell him you’re a fan…” (Y/N) laid in bed, lifeless. Warren tucked his hair behind his ears, making a note to get a haircut soon. “I’m going with Scott, Jean, and Ororo…”

He hated this. He hated talking to her, knowing she could hear him but not say anything back. It was different the few days before Christmas, but now it was all just a mess.

“Bye.” He threw his duffle bag over his shoulder and walked out.

One week.

One week with no cell phones, no homework, nothing. Sure, Warren would probably have to punch a few bad guys, but other than that he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t really care for much anymore. He tried his best to stay engaged and involved, keep himself busy, but it was extremely challenging.

A five-hour flight, with nothing to do.

“You guys excited?” Hank asked.

“Yeah!”

“Definitely.”

“I’m hoping I can use some new moves Mystquie’s been teaching me.”

“Mhmm…” Warren mumbled.

Hank glanced at him. He looked depressing.

“We’re in London for a week, I bet we’ll have some time to do sightseeing or go out.”

“Ooo!” Jean nudged Scott. “That’ll be fun, right babe?”

He nodded, “Oh yeah.”

Warren brought Peter’s walkman with him, and put in his earbuds and closed his eyes, assumingly taking a nap.

Once they arrived and checked into their rooms, Warren was still tired. He wanted to take another nap.

“So, I think we should go out tonight—” Hank handed everyone their room keys, “—You guys have been working really hard, and not much praise is given by Alex or Raven, or Erik when he occasionally shows up… but we’re proud of you.”

“Aww…” “Thanks, Hank…”

Warren just offered a smile.

“We can unpack and get changed if you guys want, we can go out and get some dinner?”

Everyone thought Hank’s plan was good, and they separated into their rooms.

“You doing okay?” Scott asked while unpacking his bag.

“Yeah… Why?”

“You didn’t say anything the whole ride here.”

“I took a nap,” Warren unzipped his bag.

“Oh.”

“I’m not going to unexpectedly burst into tears.” Warren snapped.

“I didn’t say you were—”

“Everyone thinks I am, I’m not stupid. I know you think I’m emotionally unstable and Hank’s been acting all nice on this mission because of it.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

Scott sat down on his bed, “Are you emotionally unstable?”

Warren glared at him, “I’ve been working my ass off for this mission. I’ve trained longer and harder than anybody else. Do I look unstable to you?”

“No! I just thought—”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna shower and get dressed for dinner.” He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Hank had asked the woman at the front desk a good place to eat. She recommended some local place down the road. He rounded up the kids, despite there only being four of them.

“A night out will do us good.”

“You’ve been saying that,” Warren mumbled.

“You didn’t have to come you know,” Ororo stated.

“I have nothing better to do with my time.”

Ororo kept her mouth shut, knowing she could have said something back, but knowing Warren, it was better not to.

The restaurant was pretty crowded, despite it being the middle of the week, but the group still managed to get a table.

Their server was friendly. They got drinks. They ordered their food.

“You okay, Warren?” Hank noticed he hardly touched his food.

“Mhmm… Just not that hungry. I’ll probably get a box.”

“Oh, okay,” Hank nodded, a little unsure.

They left the restaurant and went back to the hotel. Warren took his shirt off and laid on his bed.

“I’m gonna hang out with Jean… You gonna be okay?”

Warren let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah, yeah. Go have fun, Cyclops… I’m going to bed.”

Warren couldn’t sleep. He didn’t really want to. He turned on the tv, trying to find something to watch.

Someone knocked on the door while he was in the middle of some cooking show. Warren got up and opened his door. “Hey, Ro.”

“Hey, Jean kicked me out. Wanna go for a swim in the pool?”

“Sure.”

He quickly got changed and followed Ororo downstairs.

The got into the elevator and were quiet at first.

“I think they have a hot tub.”

“Cool.”

Ororo glanced at Warren and sighed. “I’m here for you if you want to talk.”

He nodded, “I know.”

“For real. You’re allowed to talk about your feelings.”

“I don’t want to.”

Ororo sighed, “Warren…”

He looked back at her. “I want this all to be over.”

“(Y/N)—”

“It’s not fair! Everyone in my life has left me or used me somehow— and I know she’s different, but it’s not fair! I was so happy with her and—”

The elevator stopped. It wasn’t their floor. The doors opened the reveal a young woman. She had a familiar glow to her and leaves in her hair.

Warren looked at her, feeling lightheaded at seeing her.

“(Y/N)?”

Warren woke up in his hotel bed. He wasn’t sure how he got there. He didn’t even remember going to the pool with Ororo. All he could remember was her.

(Y/N).

He looked over to his left and saw Scott peacefully asleep in his bed, sleep mask on and everything. The TV was off, and so were all the lights. Warren couldn’t go back to bed, it wasn’t an option.

He quietly got out of bed and slipped on his shoes, slowly opening the door, as to not wake Scott.

He went out to the halls. He had no plan, no idea where he was going, but he needed to get out.

He walked around, lost in the halls late at night. He wasn’t tired, but he was upset. He didn’t want to keep crying, he didn’t want to be so dependent on (Y/N), but without her—

The sound of thunder interrupted his thoughts. He looked outside and saw it was raining. It reminded him of (Y/N)— without her, all it did was rain and snow.

Hank said they were looking for someone. Someone Xaiver wanted to bring back to the mansion. This type of mission was more stealth and would require little physical fighting.

Hank got told from an anonymous source she’d be at some socialite gathering.

“Scott, Jean, you’re going to pretend to be some young, rich, American couple. Get in there, find our target, and get her alone. Convince her to come back with us if that doesn’t work let us know on the comms.”

“What does she look like?”

“Her name is Betsy Braddock—” Hank pulled up a file with all her information on his tablet.

“What does Xavier want with her?” Warren asked, anger rising in his tone.

Betsy… She left him to die in Egypt. She got him wrapped up in the Apocalypse cult nonsense. He didn’t want to see her again, he didn’t want to see her ever.

“She knows something about the attacks in Italy we dealt with around Christmas, plus she’s somewhat telepathic… I know your past with her is messy, but—”

“It’s fine. I don’t care.” Everyone looked at Warren, surprised at his statement.

“Alright. You guys know what to do— Jean, Scott, get dressed and ready for the party. I’ll get you an uber— Ororo, Warren, You guys are going to a hideout location not far from the location of the party, in case backup is needed. I’m going to stay and operate things here.

The first few hours of the mission went as expected. Jean and Scott made small talk with people, trying to find Betsy.

Warren didn’t want to see her, or more, he didn’t want her to see him in his current emotional state. But it didn’t matter what he wanted. He argued and insisted on joining this mission, and now he could see why Xavier was hesitant to let him go.

“I see her,” Jean said. “She’s not with anyone.”

Jean’s earpiece was quiet after that.

Warren and Ororo sat there for what felt like forever. Jean and Scott talked occasionally, but it was never directly to them.

The young couple eventually lured Betsy into an empty room.

“You didn’t really bring me up here to sleep with me, did you?” She asked, messing with her hair in the slight reflection from a window.

Jean shook her head, “No. But we want you to come back with us… You’ve heard of Charles Xavier…”

Betsy nodded.

“He wants you to help him with the attacks on the mutant community in southern Italy.”

“What will he give me in return?” Scott and Jean exchanged a quick glance. They weren’t exactly sure.

Scott’s voice faltered slightly, “You can…”

Jean finished his sentence. “—You can discuss that with him when we get to New York.”

Betsy turned her head to look at them, “And what if I say no?”

“We’ll chase you down until you do,” Scott stated with more confidence than before.

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

Betsy had no idea Warren was in London, or even alive for that matter. Warren had no idea how she was going to react, and he didn’t really want to find out.

But he didn’t really have an option.

“Give us time to pack up and we can leave for Westchester,” Jean explained in the ride back to the hotel.

“Who else is with you?”

“Dr. McCoy is back at the hotel, and Ororo and Warren should be there too.” Betsy’s expression changed. “You probably know them as—”

“I know exactly who they are. I thought Warren died…”

Scott shook his head, “Nope. He’s doing great.” Scott blinked away the uncertainty hidden behind his words.

Betsy nodded, unsure what to say. She thought about maybe jumping out of the car, and never seeing these people again. She knew Warren would be angry when he saw her. She couldn’t blame him.

“He’s not upset with you…” Betsy looked at Jean, a bit shocked. “He’s hurting from something else… Don’t ask about it… just trust me...”

“Easy for you to say.” Betsy scoffed.

Jean shook her head, “You’ll see…”

“We’re here.” The driver stopped the car and the three got out.

Betsy looked up at the hotel the group was staying at, “Nice place.”

They walked in and headed to the nearest elevator. Jean was fidgeting with the comm in her ear.

“We got back about twenty minutes ago,” Ororo said.

“We’re on our way to our rooms,” Jean replied.

The elevator dinged, signaling it was at the destined floor.

They packed up quickly, and stood out in the hall, bags in hand.

Hank introduced himself to Betsy. Her response was short, she was preoccupied with her ex-boyfriend standing less than five feet away from her.

“Hi.”

He looked sad and more tired than usual. Seeing him sober was mind-blowing to Betsy, but people change. She hadn’t seen him in a few years— sure they saw each other during the Apocalypse incident, but that was a few days— she was really going to see him this time.

He didn’t respond to her. She frowned.

The plane ride was long and tedious. Betsy had nothing to do and wanted nothing more than to leave. So, she decided to try and talk to Warren again.

“Hey.” He turned his head around best he could and looked at Betsy questioningly. She nodded. “What’s up?”

“Not much.” Warren wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk.

“Cool… Cool…”

There was a pause before Warren spoke up, “Do you need anything?”

“Just wanted to talk…”

“You have other options.”

Betsy rolled her eyes.

“I don’t really wanna talk to you right now… And I don’t need you poking around in my head either.”

“I wasn’t going to,” She said calmly.

Warren didn’t respond. Betsy sighed, he was useless. Warren wasn’t going to talk even if she forced him. And she couldn’t really blame him, but she had a lingering feeling in her stomach.

Probably just my dinner digesting…

At some point, Betsy fell asleep, for when the plane landed Hank had to wake her up. She rubbed her eyes and undid her seatbelt.

“Do we have to go through security again?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, we left the country,” Hank told him while glancing at his watch.

Scott was not too thrilled. Everyone was tired to some degree. It was extremely late, and they went back a few hours due to the time zone.

“It won’t be that long. There’s hardly anyone here.”

Everyone went through security and headed to the baggage claim to get their stuff.

Jean was the first to get her suitcase— a medium-sized, teal one— Warren was next, and his was all black, to no one’s surprise, but the nametag on it looked drastic tied to the handle.

It was clear, with glitter and flowers trapped inside it. It didn’t seem like Warren at all to Betsy, but what did she know?

Hank took Betsy to an empty room and told her she could sleep there for the time being. She set her bags on the floor and looked around. There was a dated-looking wallpaper upon the walls, and the bed took up a little under half of the room.

It was alright.

Betsy rummaged through her bag for some pajamas when she heard footsteps.

Hank had left almost immediately after he showed her the room, so it couldn’t be him. She opened the door only to see Warren walking down the hall. She quietly followed him, staying several steps behind.

He went down to the main floor, and even further down into the basement.

This place is huge! Betsy said to herself.

The basement looked different from the rest of the mansion, for the walls and floor were made of metal.

Warren turned right, into a room within the basement. Betsy held her breath as she got closer.

What is he doing down here?

Betsy caught sight of a girl laying in a hospital bed. Warren sat down next to her and started talking…

That’s why he’s on edge… Betsy had accidentally bumped into something, making a loud noise.

Warren shot up, “Who’s there?”

Betsy tried to sneak out, but Warren caught her.

“Betsy!”

She froze.

“Why were you following me?”

“Why are you visiting a coma patient at three in the morning?” She asked back.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

“I mean I figured as much—”

“So leave.” He cut her off and was sharp. “Please…” He pleaded more in his last word.

She looked at her unconscious figure, “I could help…”

“No,” He was stern.

“I could—” “—You’d kill her.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” She defended.

“Yeah, you would. Her mutation makes her basically hibernate until March, so she’s fine.”

“I could still help— I’ve helped you before…”

“No, you didn’t! You were constantly going in and out of my life whenever it was convenient for you and came back when I didn’t need you too! You— you ruined my life!”

Betsy felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

“Look…” Warren sighed. “Betsy… I’m sorry. I don’t want your help… I don’t want you to hurt her.”

Betsy nodded, she knew Warren wasn’t going to change his mind.

“Okay.”

“What?”

“I won’t help you.” She left the medical room, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts.

Over the next few days, Betsy accommodated herself to the mansion, giving Xavier the information he wanted, and exploring the grounds.

She was almost always accompanied by Jubilee, per some people’s request, seeing as her past wasn’t spotless.

Jubilee was full of energy, and always willing to tell Betsy whatever she asked about.

“Who’s Warren’s girlfriend?”

“Her name is (Y/N). She controls plants. She can also grow them from her body. And her eyes change color based on her mood… She’s uh, she’s not around at the moment, but that’s not important.”

Betsy nodded along as Jubilee spoke. “Is he happy?”

“Do you miss him?”

Betsy struggled to let out a straight answer, “No— ugh— I just— I ruined his life.”

“You didn’t ruin his life!” Betsy glared at her. “Okay, okay, maybe you kind of did ruin his life, but he’s fine now. He’s just a little on edge you’re here and (Y/N) isn’t.”

“I don’t need to stay here—”

“Bullshit!” Jubilee exclaimed. “You’ve got nowhere else to go, really.”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

Betsy was rarely ever alone. She was too busy helping the X-Men.

She had a few moments to herself though. She was never sure what to do. She couldn’t just up and leave and go out to some bar and sulk in a corner and come back drunk and angry— that’d paint her as extremely irresponsible. She didn’t want to bore or impose on the X-Men if she didn’t have to.

She wandered around the mansion. It was massive and somewhat old and stuffy looking, but also gave off those classic school vibes.

Betsy wandered into the basement at some point and quickly learned, that was where the X-Men trained, made battle and mission plans, stored their jet, Hank worked on costumes and more in his lab, and where their medical bay was kept.

She knew she shouldn’t be down there alone. Betsy wasn’t going to do anything bad, but it felt wrong.

She was watching a girl in a coma sleep. There were so many things wrong about that.

Of course, no one would really care, except for maybe Warren— but he had every good reason to.

“You keep visiting me.”

Betsy almost jumped. The voice had startled her. She thought she was alone.

“Jean?” But didn’t sound like Jean. Betsy couldn’t decipher who it was.

She sat there for another thirty minutes, hoping the voice would return, but it didn’t.

So she got up and left.

It was probably just a student. My telepathic abilities aren’t the strongest. It was probably just a student somewhere on the grounds…

She didn’t tell anyone about the voice. She didn’t want to seem crazy, because it probably didn’t mean anything.

“Hey, guys! I found this on my google drive! It’s a bunch of videos from Xavier’s fourth of July party!” Peter had his laptop open at a table, with a few papers spread about.

Everyone, including Betsy, gathered around Peter as he played a few video clips.

It was Warren, Peter, Scott, and (Y/N) all together in the first one. They were walking in a parking lot with shopping bags in their hands.

“We just spent—” Peter cut Warren off.

“We just spent $2,000 on fireworks! Holy fuck!” Everyone else is laughing at his enthusiasm.

“Can’t Jubilee just produce fireworks? Why did we need this many anyway?”

“It’s for the American aesthetic, (Y/N)!”

They got into the car and Peter was still recording.

“Weren’t you born in Poland or something?”

“America was founded on immigration—”

The clip was cut off, and the next one played automatically. But Betsy remembered the voice. The female one. It was like the one she heard in the basement… was (Y/N) trying to contact her?

She tried to focus as the next few clips played, she needed to hear (Y/N)’s voice again.

“Kurt, look—” Peter was still recording with his smartphone, he had zoomed in on a darker part of Xavier’s. It was a tree, and two people were leaning up against it— clearly making out.

“Jean told me she went to get more popsicles!” Kurt whined.

Everyone watching was laughing, except for Scott and Jean, who were extremely embarrassed they got caught.

“You ain’t slick, Summers.”

“Shut up.”

Footsteps could be heard. “What are we doing?” (Y/N) asked.

“Look—” Kurt motioned to the couple at the tree.

“Oh, gross. They don’t even know we’re watching! And to think… Warren went inside to see what Jean was doing…”

“Well, he won’t find out,” Kurt joked.

Betsy knew she heard (Y/N) voice in the basement… but why? Was she a ghost? Did her unconscious state allow her to communicate telepathically?

She needed to go back there, alone, but she knew that was almost impossible. Hank was almost always down in the lab, and Warren was almost always visiting (Y/N).

That didn’t really matter to her. Betsy needed to talk to her or hear her voice again. She thought about asking Jean, but she thought that would be fruitless.

She went to visit (Y/N) again, but this time she spoke to her.

“Can you hear me?”

No response.

“My name is Betsy Braddock. I know who you are and I’m not going to hurt you.”

Betsy huffed, “This is stupid!” She got up and began to walk out.

“Wait!” Betsy froze. (Y/N) said something. “You keep visiting me…”

“I’m just curious about you,” Betsy responded.

“Why?”

“I don’t know I—”

“Betsy?” Warren’s voice was stern and almost angry. “What are you doing here?”

“I can hear her. Like, with my abilities… I know you didn’t really want me down here and I understand—”

“Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to see if I could communicate with her telepathically…” She admitted. “That’s all. I’m not trying to wake her or anything.”

“I’m sorry… but I can hear people and it’s nice to have someone who can hear me back…”

Betsy, plagued with guilt, looked over at (Y/N), whos lifeless form hadn’t changed a bit, despite the obvious sadness in her words.

“I just feel, so bad and I don’t know why and… I ruined your life. There’s no shortcut, without me you would have left the fighting ring in less than three weeks… You’d have your feathery wings still… but I loved you and I couldn’t let go, and I thought bringing Apocalypse to you would make up for all the shit I did…”

“I was a kid. I didn’t even know what love meant! And I’m not avoiding you on purpose, I don’t resent you as much as I did when I first came here… but I don’t know what you want, okay? Our lives aren’t connected anymore, and I just want (Y/N) back...” Warren was biting down on his lip to keep himself from breaking down crying.

“Tell him I’m sorry.”

“(Y/N) said she’s sorry…”

Warren’s gaze shifted between the two girls.

“Why is she sorry?”

“All I’ve done since Christmas is make him unhappy and upset. He deserves someone who isn’t asleep for part of the year.”

“She said, you deserve someone who isn’t asleep for part of the year.”

Warren walked over to (Y/N)’s body, he held her hand in his. “It’s not about what I may or may not deserve. It’s about what I want and love.”

“I love him…”

Betsy was about to repeat what she said, but Warren was crying. He had let a single tear drip down.

It landed on (Y/N)’s hand. And soon as it did, her eyes flew open.

She was gasping for air, eyes squinting up at the fluorescent lights. (Y/N) heard voices.

“She’s awake…”

“It’s almost March, that might be too early—“

“—I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) interrupted. She rubbed her eyes and turned her eyes away from the lights, looking over at Warren, who was at her side, tears in his eyes.

“Betsy, go get Hank.” He instructed. Warren looked back at (Y/N), holding her hand in his, and his other cupping her cheek.

“Hi.” She murmured in a groggy tone.

“Hi.” He kissed her forehead. “I missed you.”

“I know… I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” Warren was perplexed. “What for?”

“I couldn’t stay awake, and I hurt you, Warren. I made you cry and think you weren’t good enough for me…” She snuffled her nose.

“That’s bullshit. You could never hurt me. I was crying because I couldn’t do anything. The last time I saw you was before I went to Italy on some dumb mission— I missed you… I missed your smile, I missed how you’d make flower crowns and put them on my head, how I could go to you after a nightmare no matter what time of night it was, or how you told me I helped you become more assertive and learn it’s okay to say no, or you showing me the beauty in everything— I…” His voice was breaking, but all (Y/N) could see in his eyes was happiness. “I can’t live without you… I love you.”

“Oh, Warren, baby…” She squeezed his hand.

Warren cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her.

That one kiss said everything he wanted to say. It let out his feelings. It had passion and swiftness backing it up, followed by his undying love for (Y/N).

She kissed him back, trying to make up for the time they’ve lost. Her lips fit prefectures against his.

It was like the first time they kissed, full of everything she wanted, except much longer, with more meaning to it.

They broke apart slowly, almost as if they didn’t want to.

“I love you too…” She murmured.

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dreamsafterhours · 5 years ago

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: III (donghyuk's pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: mark+my/n (fem), donghyuk+dy/n (fem), platonic!mark+dy/n, platonic!donghyuk+my/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college bf warning: some swearing

masterlist

or click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

III: 별빛이 내린다 샤라랄라랄라라 (2+2=4)

the meeting of two souls: donghyuk & dy/n

welcome! back and to the next part

in which things actually happen! yay

so. up until this point

it’s been quite obvious i hope

that this is the one where The Soulmates Meet™

and this one right here is the one where donghyuk meets his future wifenew best (not) friend

dammit this is a set plot with SET relationships

yeah

major spoilers for future parts but hey :) y’all know it i know it let’s just.

let’s get to it!!

that day you accidentally sleep in after a late night and walk into your lecture looking pretty trashier than you would normally a few weeks into the first sem and you’re already tired it’s okay bby aww

and mark suggests skipping the next lecture and going for coffee instead

you’re like ok lmfao free coffee for me yay thanks marcus i owe you one

and to make up for the lecture he suggests he join you and your roommate with his own roommate in the library later that day to study the material you’d missed out on

so you’re like sweet study group hell yeah and apparently his roommate is also in biomed like your roommate? hey they might get along pretty well it’d be nice to have roommates in the same faculty hey

little do you know you little cutie you uwu

mark takes you to a cafe to buy you your favourite drink and a croissant bc you skipped breakfast again and he cares about his friends ok plus he was eyeing that donut next to the savoury menu in the glass cabinet and he would have felt bad if he got something to eat and you didn’t

you sit down, sipping your drink at the window seats and wishing your fatigue away

laughing with mark about what you slept so late for

my/n had been ranting about her love life again or perhaps lack thereof,,

don’t worry tho

after you’d gotten her to sleep, you’d gotten major feels for an essay question that you’d been tasked with due in a week but you hadn’t touched it until last night

staring at the prompt for at least half an hour trying to get your head around it and wondering what the hell you’d write about

but like they say

starting is half of it

so when you start spinning your words and getting into the writing mood

you accidentally wrote an entire draft without realising

albeit being full of loose ends and points you need to refine, etc., it was a decent body of work that you’d tackle for a few more nights before turning in

a skeleton, you’d called it

“a skeleton?”

“yeah. next thing i need to do is.. flesh it out”

“.. literally”

cue mark’s small pause

/inhale/

/MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

you know how mark’s laugh is very how do i put this into words hm dictated

you can HEAR each HA and they’re separate syllables yet sometimes they can vary in tone and length right it’s usually the more consistent HAs before he kinda loses it and starts throwing himself around

it was that laugh

honestly man finds everything funny his laughing threshold seems so low

and no matter how unfunny you are he WILL laugh at anything you say

and you’ve been doing it a lot lately

you could say literally any random thing and he’d already be ready to laugh (see Figure 1.1)

Figure 1.1

you: /snort/

mark, already giggling: “what”

you, still sniggering: /touches his elbow/ “arm knee”

mark: /inhale/ gotta live and breathe that oxygen

mark: HAHAHAHAhahAhaHAHAhahAhHa (decrescendo.. cRESCENDO)

^ that but looped, with intermittent slaps to your arm

anyways you never fail to make him fall out of his chair in laughter

but enough of that. dy/n is donghyuk’s y/n for a REASON ahEM

so after you finish up your breakfast at the cafe you go back to your dorm to take a power nap and recharge before your library session you were going to stay awake but mark forces you to take a nap and you’re like bro you just fed me caffeine now you want me to sleep??

then he tells you he ordered your drink decaf

you turn to him real slow

“.. you sick traitor. how dare you besmirch my name so. you scorn my forefathers and our dependence on the holy bean’s juices. betrayal runs rampant in your soul and mine stands at the mercy of your choices, them informed by the devil himself”

mark: /shrug/ “placebo effect yeet. hey, it worked for a bit. now you should really go home and get your sleep”

and he drags you back to your dorm and waves you off before going to his next class

you’re lowkey grateful for it tho when you take a shower and collapse onto your bed, falling asleep in what you think could be half the time you usually take

dreaming about losing your airpods and mark yelling at you to be more careful and then you two fighting bc you’d just lost your $300 bean sprouts but you could have sworn he took them

then police sirens went off out of nowhere and both of you were being arrested for assault and thievery

why you were the one being arrested, you had no idea but it’s a dream nothing follows the guidelines of hard reality anyway

just as you’re about to be handcuffed, you think to yourself, nope. i have a library session to attend. ain’t nobody got time for this shit

and you just

wake up

but the sirens are still continuing?? so you’re like ? is my building surrounded

they’ve come for me

even though you haven’t exactly broken any laws or have you

and you realise it was the alarm you’d set in time to get ready for your library session

so you grab your stuff and leave for the library, double checking with your roommate over text to make sure she was on her way

her lab class was taking longer than usual so she tells you she’ll be 10 or so minutes late

so you tell her you’ll be saving a seat for her and call mark to let him know you’re on your way to the library

“oh i’m already here lol. alright, i’m waiting for you outside”

and sure enough, you see him leaning on the wall of the entrance, eyes on his phone

you consider calling out to him but before you actually do, he glances up and spots you walking over tf do you have psychic spatial awareness mark

smiles and takes his corded earphones out

“you seriously need to upgrade those”

“they work fine”

“nop i’m getting you airpods for your birthday”

“dUdE thEy’RE tOo ExPEnSiVe. nO dUDE NoO”

“nOP. i’m GOING to buy you EXPENSIVE BEAN SPROUTS for your LIFE DEBUT ANNIVERSARY and you CAN’T STOP ME”

at this point i should just put /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ and you should know what laugh i’m referring to

/MARK LEE’S MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

/MLML/ for short

nvm it’s fine it’s kinda fun to type /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

literally mark laughs in bolded italics i’m just sad i can’t underline it on tumblr unless it’s a link lmfao

n e ways

i digress

you shush him because you’re about to walk into the library

“qUIET DOWN marcus” turn that sh down for quiet new dawn

the library is almost full for the day but after a minute or two scouring the building you find an empty four seater in the middle of nowhere it’s CRAZY you can NEVER find a MIRACLE like this life couldn’t get better

i’m sorry

you speed walk to claim it even though there was no one else in your vicinity to threaten your territory

mark laughs at you trying to get to the table as fast as you could without all out running

getting out your things, you send a photo of your seat to your roommate and tell mark to send it to his roommate as well so they know where to find you

you start watching the lecture online while taking notes and since you’re not in the lecture theatre you can talk more audibly with mark not that you don’t talk in the actual lecture too,,

maybe you do text a lot,,, during class

mark usually says things like “.. implications of what now?? interpretation of huh?” to which you reply “i want cheese when i get home”

and he has to stifle his laughter while you keep your straight face and continue writing your notes he admires this ability ngl

and so while you’re watching it on your computer

you can say things like “fuck. i want pickles”

and mark will /throw himself back/ and cackle and probably say some shit like “DIDN’T YOU HATE PICKLES??” between his giggles

and you’re like “yeah. fuck pickles but like. fuck. pickles”

he almost falls off his chair at this point

but when he balances himself again he spots someone down the corridor and wave them over

“oii! over here dude”

you turn to glance at them to expect his roommate, but you see your own roommate talking to someone and wave her over as well

“heYY my/n”

you see the other person turn to your roommate and tell her something, , then she says something back

which is apparently shocking to them, because he glances over at mark and then at you

and then he looks again when your roommate points straight at you

to which you’re like ?? hi? y u look me

and then they both start laughing

you wonder if they were laughing at you or smth until mark’s like “tf is that idiot doing”

and u look at him like ? what idiot

“that idiot. the idiot roommate i told u about. the one who called u a homewrecker”

and you’re like

wait

[info clog]

wait

[error]

“wait”

“what”

“that’s your roommate?” u point at the boy next to my/n, who r both still laughing at something going all “wOW r u KIDDING” he has a loud voice

and mark’s like “? yeah”

and you go

“.. the girl next to him is my roommate”

mark: “wait what”

that’s what she said

at that point they’ve made their way over to the table, still trying to hold in their laughter

you start to introduce your roommate to mark, who’s still confused by the situation

you: “mark, this is my/n, my/n this is mark”

my/n: “nice to see you again mark”

you: “wait. again?”

mark: “yeah we’ve met. hi my/n”

you: “what”

mark: “yeah”

my/n: “yeah”

his roommate: “yeah”

you:

you: “i feeling like i’m missing something here”

turns out

surprise surprise

that one friend that my/n had made in her biology class was mark’s roommate oh my god they were roommates

whose name, you are told, is lee donghyuk

magical moment

us watching: heh 🤤

u can’t help but do a lil body scan from head to toe bc he a fine piece of cake we all know that

honey skin, oversized white t shirt, black pants, sneakers and lighter brown hair that looks fluffy the type of fluffy that makes u wanna touch it

yes he’s good looking. yes

yaaaaas

then mark tells him your name

“she’s the one i said reminded me of you”

“r u talking abt me behind my back marcus??”

donghyuk laughs and holds out a hand for you to shake

“what kinda coincidence is this?? i adopt your roommate, you’re dealing with mine”

“oh you’re gonna have to get in line to adopt her, i’m her legal guardian, sorry donghyuk”

to which he goes

“lmfao then we’ll both be her parents”

“k but i’ll keep her on the weekends. you see her on the weekdays”

then he wipes his smile off his face and he’s like “who said we’re split”

mark and my/n are doing the /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ at this point

mark: “so ,, seriously what are the chances”

you: “this quartet,, it’s fate guys it’s fate there’s no way about it”

yes it is. yes. it is

even that four seater table was free because of fate

donghyuk: “this calls for drinks later. we all free? no 9am classes tmr?”

my/n: “we have a physics prac at 8:30 dingus”

donghyuk: “ah shit”

you barely got any notes for that lecture for at least an hour because you end up talking altogether throughout the session but once you remember you’re in a library to study you request a ceasefire and agree to study for a bit which,, you gotta admit ,, isn’t really productive because you’re so excited to meet someone new

but the best part about the day was when you notice how many times mark is glancing at your roommate while she’s reviewing her notes, completely oblivious

donghyuk complains that he’s hungry after another hour or two and you suggest you all have dinner together

donghyuk leans back in his chair in a stretch, his jumper lifting up a little over his jeans and showing a bit of his belly “ah i’m craving chinese”

you perk up, “mE TOO”

so you all go to your favourite chinese place just outside campus where you find out that mark and my/n have the same taste and so do you and donghyuk

he points and u and goes “oH?”

“jjAMPPONG? U TOO?”

“the ONLY DISH EVER”

mark and my/n: jjajang is fine : )

you and donghyuk: “JJAMPPONG IS SUPERIOR”

give him a bro five with the shoulder bump and everything

the boys walk you and my/n back to your dorm afterwards

donghyuk and my/n end up walking in a pair and mark walks alongside you

mark mentions how it’d be fun if you made a group chat together

you: “do it”

“i don’t have your roommate’s number tho”

you’re smiling wickedly at his reaction “?? ASK HER FOR IT”

“dude what?? no u make one and i’ll add donghyuk to it”

“bRO JUST ASK”

“wHAT NO U DO IT THEN”

so u go

bet

and you call out the two biomed kids walking in front of you

“hey donghyuk! give me your number i’ll make a group chat”

“sure lol” and you open up a new contact to let him type his number into your phone

he saves his name as hot boi hyuk ✌🏻

which you just leave bc you’re busy making the group chat

mark is still astounded that you asked donghyuk for his number so easily

you: hi hello good day

my/n 🌸: yeetus meetus

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: bow before me

you: here before me lie the beginnings of a new era

you: one born from blood and stone

my/n 🌸: tf is she saying

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: idk but lets go with it

you: together we rise from the rubble and sort through the debris

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: yas queen

my/n 🌸: i hate this gc already

you: and we WILL REBUILD THIS EMPIRE

read by marcus the fool 🤡 at 8:21 pm

safe to say you stay up for a good while talking on that group chat while mark just sits idle,,

you honestly don’t know if he’s consciously reading or not maybe he just left his phone on the chat

and thus our quartet is complete,,

and they all lived

happily ever after

but this isn’t the ending tho is it

wink wonk /waggles eyebrows/

this is but the epilogue to the prologue

that doesn’t make sense but n e ways

our quartet has not yet become two pairings

y’all just don’t know what the future has in store for you :)

click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

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pestopascal · 5 years ago

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tagged by @macomico ... i cant believe ur making me reread anything i’ve written for shame the rules are i simply do not remember my own creations

i taaaaaaggggg @hologramgf @biracialclaude @hoiist @wickedica @galacticmenace @glitchy-npc @elhuen YEEHAW!!!!!!!

> choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1) castle of gold - got

Life marches on. Orders given, and Myrcella returns to horseback without protest. Fingers that find the ends of the braids, untangling them while they waited. All far too anxious and excited. Myrcella couldn’t recall the last time she had seen them like this, and wanted to let herself in. To embrace the warmth that came with the return of a father and mother, loved so deeply, that Sunspear had held its breath for weeks on end, awaiting them.

i was rly proud of this one bc like... myrcella was always a favourite of mine in the books just bc of the position she was in compared to everyone? always wanted to write smth and finally got it down

2) in the clear - swtor

Mako thumbed the switch. It would’ve been so easy to just flick it on, to see. To feel that heat and hear that thrum. Whilst she knew that she wasn’t sensitive, not in any sense, Mako had enough lightsabers get into her personal space to know exactly how it felt, barely grazing her skin. Torian was looking a little edgy, and there could’ve been multiple reasons why. Bad blood, one too many battles, or just all their tendency to get on edge at the mention of stuff like the Force, Jedi, Sith, lightsabers.

admittedly my first foray into swtor fics and it was rly fun to write smth about the companions like. sneaking around and trying to work out just who the person is theyre working for when the character can give nothing away yknow

3) stall - vtmb

Whilst Mercurio had remembered something of a vague conversation on humanity, he hadn’t thought much into it. LaCroix had always been waffling on about it, especially around the time Lee was turned. Something about baser instincts, frenzy, other vampire bullshit that he would figure he would’ve learned in sixty years, but still managed to only sit at the fringes of. Judging by how Ash finally stands, and how Lee looks almost forlornly at the still passed out cop, Mercurio figured this was one of those conversations.

the real ending of vtmb is ash, mercurio, romero, heather and lee all go on an extended backpacking trip through america to avoid the political and all around vampire fallout of giving santa monica the middle finger, and that’s that on that!

4) you will haunt me - the passenger

Do they believe that? With how their voice resonates, and the little tidbits fed, you know that it’s been less than three decades of walking this world. But that dissonance hasn’t quite gone, nor the longing. The great unknown. You have spent a night or two awake, wondering just what they might’ve looked like out there.

theres smth fun about writing about interdimensional beings with cults and auras and being stuck in lil human forms but finding each other through strange circumstances yknow? i’ll go back to writing about them one day

5) untitled - the super secret rosewood agenda

She doesn’t say anything to you. Drinks both your glasses and pours another. Hard line on her lips that is starting to slowly fade, until you lean over, hand on her knee. “Ohne dich kann ich nicht leben.” “ты такой неудачник.” It’s a groan, wrapped in the way you get a bandage haphazardly thrown over your face. Doesn’t stop you laughing, as you rescue the glasses, and fall on her. Fingers in her sides. “Soll ich dich einem Sommertag vergleichen?” “No, don’t!” “Er ist wie du so lieblich nicht und lind.” “Logan, you are not reciting Shakespeare right now, you are bleeding on the couch, fuck’s sake!”

you know??? YKNOW????

#*#TECHNICALLY I CHEATED I THINK I CANT REMEMBER #just bc u kno in the last yr i wrote a lot of f*r and we dont talk about her #like there was some i am still kinda prooud of but we dont like that game no more rly #ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also shout ouot to some of my andromeda fics i love them too stil #THANK YOU KORNRNRNRYRYRYRYRYR luv u

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nnegan13 · 6 years ago

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lil gift for paige (@air-bison-yip-yip) ily girl

textfic, on ao3 here

set in college!AU, if everyone feels kinda OOC its cuz I personally feel like people are different when they’re texting than when they’re interacting irl so sorry if it feels off lmao it’s still fun if you overlook that part aha

also the formatting is different bc if I did it the same way I usually do texts in fic this would’ve been So Much Harder

anyways enjoy!!!

—

Martino Rametta to entirely dead inside: head count please

Eva Brighi: sadly, awake

Sana Allagui: silvia and fede are still sleeping

Luchino: Marti Elia says that if you don’t stop turning the lights on and off he’s going to fucking kill you

Luchino: and gio and Sofia are missing

Eva Brighi: Sofia?

Sana Allagui: nice

Martino Rametta: nico’s with me

Martino Rametta: eyes on ele?

Eva Brighi: bathroom

Sana Allagui: someone go tell her not to puke too hard cause I had to clean up last time and I don’t wanna do that again

Eva Brighi: she says fuck you

Sana Allagui: delightful

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Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: heard you had quite the night

Eleonora Sava: remind me to never do college again

Edoardo Incanti: i thought you liked all the higher education shit

Edoardo Incanti: ya know

Edoardo Incanti: learning things so you can make ur mark on the world

Edoardo Incanti: all that sentimental shit

Eleonora Sava: fuck sentiment

Eleonora Sava: can you call the police on a university? the school’s trying to kill me

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Giovanni Garau to Eva Brighi: what do you want for breakfast

Eva Brighi: you’re an angel

Eva Brighi: but it’s almost noon just come back we’re getting lunch

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Luchino to fede text when u wake up we went to get pizza: turns out I was wrong gio and Sofia weren’t missing

Luchino: just gio

Luchino: does anyone actually remember Sofia leaving the party last night?

Luchino: anyways gio’s back

Luchino: chicco and edo say they’ll be here in five

Eva Brighi: shit we’ve left

Luchino: you did?

Elia Santini: do you pay attention to anything?

Elia Santini: anything at all

Elia Santini: sofia didn’t even come last night ffs

Elia Santini: they fucking changed the name of the chat dude

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Sana Allagui to Eleonora Sava: when ur done we’re downstairs

Sana Allagui: please hurry up some of us are starving

Eleonora Sava: why did you let me drink so much ur supposed to stop this stuff

Sana Allagui: ur very persuasive when you want to be

Sana Allagui: are you hurrying or are you just ignoring me now

Sana Allagui: I’m sending edo to get you

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Sana Allagui to Edoardo Incanti: how long does it take to wrangle your girlfriend

Edoardo Incanti: not my girlfriend

Edoardo Incanti: and don’t fucking say stuff like that you’ll give me ideas

Sana Allagui: so she’s as slow at getting with you as she is at getting dressed?

Edoardo Incanti: fuck off

Sana Allagui: I’m hungry, charms

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Edoardo Incanti to Fede Canegallo: when are you taking ur test

Fede Canegallo: why

Fede Canegallo: need me out of the apartment or smth?

Fede Canegallo: miss sava coming over?

Edoardo Incanti: dick

Edoardo Incanti: i guess you aren’t coming to pizza then

Fede Canegallo: you don’t even care

Fede Canegallo: you can just take ele now

Edoardo Incanti: there’s nine other people with us

Fede Canegallo: you’d still get down then n there if you were given the chance

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Eva Brighi to Fede Canegallo: edo says he’s disowning you

Eva Brighi: what toppings do you like on ur pizza

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Eleonora Sava to Giovanni Garau: did i leave my shit at yours

Eleonora Sava: please say yes

Giovanni Garau: yeah its here

Giovanni Garau: [pic]

Eleonora Sava: blessings from above

Eleonora Sava: are you joining us or no?

Eleonora Sava: Eva says to send you the tongue emoji but I’m not feeling nasty today

Eleonora Sava: she’d send you one herself but she’s got pizza grease on her fingers and doesn’t want to get her phone dirty

Giovanni Garau: tell her that’s sexy of her

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Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: it’s rude to text at the table

Eleonora Sava: desperate times, mr. hypocrite

Edoardo Incanti: who’s getting ur table manners so wonky

Eleonora Sava: wouldn’t you like to know

Edoardo Incanti: i would, yes

Eleonora Sava: ur no fun

Eleonora Sava: just gio, I left my stuff at his this morning

Eleonora Sava: and I’m worried that if I go back to get it I’ll be roped into another midterms drinking game like last night

Eleonora Sava: he’s not exactly being the most helpful right now

Edoardo Incanti: want me to get them for you?

Eleonora Sava: my knight in shining armor

Eleonora Sava: don’t you have your own midterms to studying for? I don’t want to take time away from that

Edoardo Incanti: its nbd

Edoardo Incanti: how bout this

Edoardo Incanti: I’ll get ur books and you come study at mine and make sure I actually get shit done instead of playing fifa all night

Eleonora Sava: deal

Eleonora Sava: wait if I rat you out for playing video games instead of joining us last night can we still do that or no

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Eva Brighi to *plays Baby K even harder*: @chicco @edo @fede ur all the WORST

Eva Brighi: fifa instead of drinks?

Eva Brighi: I’m appalled I really am

Edoardo Incanti: who knew appalled was even in ur vocabulary

Edoardo Incanti: and why are you texting about this we’re all here

Eva Brighi: fede isn’t and I want to express my anger at all 3 of you at the same time

Chicco Rodi: when fifa calls it calls

Federico Canegallo: doesn’t make it sound better chicco

Federico Canegallo: nd some of us like having working brains to get through midterms with

Eva Brighi: who are you and what have you done with fede

Federico Canegallo: fuck off Eva

Edoardo Incanti: its true high school fede would be ashamed

Elia Santini: last week fede would be ashamed

Elia Santini: I’m ashamed

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Eleonora Sava to Edoardo Incanti: eva’s reading my texts over my shoulder I’m sorry

Eleonora Sava: please let me study at urs they haven’t killed you yet

Eleonora Sava: I will spam you with pleases until you say yes

Edoardo Incanti: are you done eating

Edoardo Incanti: lets just go now

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Sana Allagui to we’ve reached 40 days and 40 nights in relationships wilderness ladies and germs: barrage of obnoxious texts?

Silvia Mirabella: they’re leaving to go study

Silvia Mirabella: both of them are too straight laced to actually think of doing otherwise

Silvia Mirabella: leave ‘em be

Sana Allagui: they left pizza early

Sana Allagui: and now we only have one car to get back

Sana Allagui: chicco’s not going to let me DJ so what’s even the point anymore

Sana Allagui: it’s what they deserve

Chicco Rodi: when did I say that

Giovanni Garau: i’m coming n I’m bringing my car don’t get ur panties in a twist

Sana Allagui: stop thinking about my panties gio

Giovanni Garau: ffs

Elia Santini: Sana i’m behind you

Sana Allagui: many thanks

Federico Canegallo: I’ve filled my obnoxious quota earlier I’m too tired to do anything else

Martino Rametta renamed the group what happened to having a working brain fede?

Eva Brighi: Marti you shit

Eva Brighi renamed the group we’ve made it to 40 days and 40 nights in relationship wilderness ladies and germs

Eva Brighi: literally the only established rule of this chat is that we only change the name to keep track of the days

Martino Rametta: this is exhausting

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Chicco Rodi to Rocco Martucci: do you have the chat muted

Rocco Martucci: sorry who is this?

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Eleonora Sava to Eva Brighi: Eva

Eleonora Sava: Eva I’m struggling

Eva Brighi: you left pizza early to go study with edo I am not speaking to you

Eleonora Sava: evaaaaaa

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Eva Brighi removed Eleonora Sava from Le MAT&T

Eva Brighi: ele WILL try to thirst text you today do not answer her

Eva Brighi added Eleonora Sava to Le MAT&T

Eleonora Sava: sorry what the fuck was that for

Silvia Mirabella: no you don’t get to protest you’ve abandoned us

Silvia Mirabella: go study miss sava I’m disappointed in you, frankly

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Eleonora Sava to Federica Caciotti: are you guys at gio’s

Eleonora Sava: Fede?

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Federico Canegallo to Giovanni Garau: how’s it going over there

Giovanni Garau: we don’t have dumb sticks up our asses and aren’t studying so it’s going well

Federico Canegallo: Eva if I wanted to talk to you I would’ve texted you

Federico Canegallo: give gio the phone

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Eva Brighi to Federico Canegallo: fuck you

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Eleonora Sava to Sana Allagui: are you guys at gio’s

Sana Allagui: ERROR 404: The person you are trying to reach is not available. Check your connection and try again later.

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Sana Allagui to Le MAT&T: [screenshot]

Sana Allagui: and here we have the rare procrastinating ele sava in her natural habitat

Eva Brighi: what a beautiful creature

Federica Caciotti: truly moving to see such majesty in nature

Silvia Mirabella: i can’t believe you’ve captured her on record

Eleonora Sava: I know you’re all sitting in the same room laughing at each other

Eleonora Sava: I’m never speaking to you again

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Federico Canegallo to Edoardo Incanti: so are you guys still studying

Federico Canegallo: or are you fucking now

Federico Canegallo: because if you’re fucking I’m not gonna come home

Edoardo Incanti: 1. you’re a piece of shit

Edoardi Incanti: 2. did you text me thinking that I would respond if we were fucking?

Federico Canegallo: I mean its been a couple hours since I left so I was just making sure it was cool to come back

Federico Canegallo: typically people don’t fuck for entire afternoons on end so

Edoardo Incanti: please stop saying we’re fucking

Federico Canegallo: so you’re not?

Edoardo Incanti: i’m not going to answer that

Edoardo Incanti: go to gio’s tho she’s moved past procrastinating and gets annoyed if you interrupt her

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Martino Rametta to Eleonora Sava: nico is wondering if we can use your pasta

Eleonora Sava: will you be following a recipe

Martino Rametta: i’m not gonna lie to you that was an ask permission after the fact kind of thing

Martino Rametta: it is edible tho if you want to have some when you get home

Martino Rametta: when will that be?

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Eleonora Sava to Edoardo Incanti: what are you doing for dinner

Edoardo Incanti: i think talking in person about this isn’t violating the rules

Eleonora Sava: it is

Eleonora Sava: I can text and study at the same time and therefore I’m still studying and therefore we have to stay in separate rooms

Edoardo Incanti: you can be really obnoxious sometimes

Eleonora Sava: it’s a talent

Eleonora Sava: welcome to studying with me

Edoardo Incanti: ok you’re getting crabby

Eleonora Sava: rude

Edoardo Incanti: we’re officially done studying for the moment

Eleonora Sava: ok official means two party consent

Eleonora Sava: I did not consent to stop studying

Edoardo Incanti: acknowledged and overruled

Edoardo Incanti: i’m coming to you don’t flip ur shit

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Chicco Rodi to someone get milk I haven’t been able to eat cereal in four days and i’m dying: [pic]

Chicco Rodi: Spotted! Edoardo Incanti out getting saucy with Eleonora Sava when they both said they’d be studying. Maybe they can use their combined genius to turn their ‘break’ into a ‘date.’ xoxo Gossip Girl

Edoardo Incanti: fuck off man

Federico Canegallo: edo all you have to do to make this stop

Federico Canegallo: is stop being a fucking coward and tell her how you feel

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Chicco Rodi to Eva Brighi: edo and ele are at that greek stand by the conservatory

Eva Brighi: how dare they get gyros without me

Eva Brighi: what are you doing there

Chicco Rodi: not getting gyros bc now I have to spy on them

Eva Brighi: unfortunate

Chicco Rodi: the things I do for them

Eva Brighi: what, exactly, are you doing for them

Chicco Rodi: ur getting too hung up on the details

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Elia Santini to *plays Baby K even harder*: drinks tonight?

Martino Rametta: some of us value our livers

Eleonora Sava: and our grades

Eva Brighi: if you value ur grades so much

Eleonora Sava: don’t say it

Eva Brighi: why aren’t you studying rn?

Eva Brighi: mm?

Elia Santini: again, drinks tonight?

Elia Santini: bueller? bueller?

Luchino: I’m in

Chicco Rodi: @elia we’re gonna try to play that one game from New Girl tonight

Giovanni Garau: i fucking love new girl

Federica Caciotti: doesn’t that revolve around American politicians

Chicco Rodi: historical figures, please

Chicco Rodi: and yes

Federica Caciotti: interesting

Sana Allagui: I’m coming just to watch you guys be confused

Edoardo Incanti: when is this starting

Chicco Rodi: may or may not be four drinks in

Edoardo Incanti: is2g

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Eleonora Sava to Giovanni Garau: is anyone at urs rn? I need a quiet place to study

Giovanni Garau: no

Giovanni Garau: why don’t you go home?

Eleonora Sava: Eva will yell at me

Eleonora Sava: and edo forgot one of my books there earlier when he picked them up I’m sorry

Giovanni Garau: ok i’m leaving right now

Giovanni Garau: door’s unlocked but please be quick our neighbor will steal everything we own

Eleonora Sava: eva’s right you are an angel

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Federico Canegallo to Edoardo Incanti: are you coming home or nah

Edoardo Incanti: went to gio’s to study

Edoardo Incanti: back later

Federico Canegallo: do you even need to study this much for the one test you still have

Federico Canegallo: I don’t understand you

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Edoardo Incanti to Eva Brighi: ele is exhausted please don’t yell at her when she gets upstairs

Eva Brighi: …

Eva Brighi: fine

Eva Brighi: but only cuz you said please

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Eva Brighi renamed the group 41 days and 41 nights in relationship wilderness ladies and germs

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Eva Brighi to Eleonora Sava: Marti wants to know if you want anything for breakfast he and Nico are going out

Eva Brighi: he also called me lazy for not getting off the couch to ask you in person

Eva Brighi: will you yell at him for that pls

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Silvia Mirabella to *plays Baby K even harder*: drinks here tonight for those of us who are feeling reckless or actually are done with midterms

Silvia Mirabella: starting at 21 but we’re getting Thai at 19 if anyone wants to join

Chicco Rodi: can u be both?

Silvia Mirabella: yea that’s allowed

Chicco Rodi: sick

Elia Santini: if we want Thai but don’t feel like actually going to the Thai place

Silvia Mirabella: no

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Silvia Mirabella sent a link to silvietta.sil, profile on PayPal to Le MAT&T: fund drinks for tonight pls and thanks

Federica Caciotti renamed the group Le Mom’s not buying the booze anymore

Silvia Mirabella: funny

Federica Caciotti sent a link to federicarica, profile on PayPal: fund my career launch into comedy pls and thanks

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Federico Canegallo to do NOT speak to me about the scooter: fifa tourney @ 15?

Elia Santini: ye

Giovanni Garau: taking my last midterm but I can be there at like 16:30

Federico Canegallo: lame

Chicco Rodi: will I actually get to play today sir

Luchino: sounds good

Rocco Martucci: do any of you actually go to class

Elia Santini: @chicco @rocco no

Chicco Rodi: fuck you @elia

Martino Rametta: same with gio but Nico says he’ll be there at 15

Martino Rametta: he’s wondering if you’ll have snacks or no

Federico Canegallo: tell the little fucker he can die before eating all of my good pretzels again

Martino Rametta: he says bite me

Federico Canegallo: @edo hello????

Federico Canegallo: update edo is still sleeping but told me to tell you all he’s going to kick your asses

Elia Santini: fat fucking chance, charms

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Eva Brighi to Eleonora Sava: making coffee would you like some

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Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: hi please tell me you actually went to bed last night instead of studying more

Eleonora Sava: I did

Edoardo Incanti: ok good

Edoardo Incanti: when are you taking it

Eleonora Sava: tomorrow

Edoardo Incanti: are you feeling better about it than you were yesterday?

Eleonora Sava: yes

Eleonora Sava: thank you

Edoardo Incanti: of course

Edoardo Incanti: i’d offer to let you come study here again but fede and chicco want to play fifa

Edoardo Incanti: lucky fuckers are already done with their midterms

Edoardo Incanti: but if you need someone to study with again, I’ll take on the task

Eleonora Sava: how kind of you

Eleonora Sava: I’m ok tho

Edoardo Incanti: if you’re sure

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Eva Brighi to Eleonora Sava: are you down for Thai or no?

Eva Brighi: because now is the time to say something if ur not

Eva Brighi: silvia is Determined to get spring rolls

Eva Brighi: I think only you could stop her

Eva Brighi: sana tried suggesting that Salvadorian place but sil shut her down hard

Eva Brighi: come save us from tyranny pls

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Chicco Rodi to *plays Baby K even harder*: just wanted to publicly make it known that I kicked Fede and Elia’s asses at fifa

Sana Allagui: ladies we’ve been demoted to peanut gallery

Sana Allagui: this is a federal offense

Eva Brighi: @chicco I’ll be impressed when you can beat ele at mario kart

Federica Caciotti: same

Martino Rametta: points were made

Silvia Mirabella: guys he might die lets not make him do that

Sana Allagui: can we still take them to court

Federica Caciotti: yes of course

Eva Brighi: get ur fucking lawyer ready boys

Luchino: wait court for what

Giovanni Garau: grabbing the game cube when I go home this weekend

Giovanni Garau: mario kart tourney Sunday night

Federico Canegallo: um pay attention to this tourney pls and thanks

Chicco Rodi: I’ve been challenged tho

Chicco Rodi: and they’re suing us

Federico Canegallo: I will smother you in ur sleep chicco PAY ATTENTION

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Edoardo Incanti to Eleonora Sava: contrary to what the gc says it was mostly me who beat fede and Elia

Eleonora Sava: color me even more impressed than I already said I was

Edoardo Incanti: you didn’t say anything

Eleonora Sava: exactly

Edoardo Incanti: no one asked you to be sarcastic about it

Edoardo Incanti: now what’s this about mario kart

Eleonora Sava: don’t even try I will kick ur ass

Edoardo Incanti: I’ll have you know I’ve won every single Incanti cousins mario kart tourney since we started doing them when I was like nine

Eleonora Sava: its not that hard to beat Eva she’s shit

Edoardo Incanti: we have other cousins ya know

Eleonora Sava: did mario kart even exist when u were nine

Edoardo Incanti: ya p sure

Eleonora Sava: hm

Eleonora Sava: sounds dubious

Eleonora Sava: old

Edoardo Incanti: hey

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Eva Brighi to Le Mom’s not buying the booze anymore: yeah I think Thai is fine

Sana Allagui: its not

Eva Brighi: what’s not fine is hiding in ur room and not answering ur texts all day

Federica Caciotti: ok so we’ve gotten through procrastination ele and annoyed ele and now we’re on to hermit ele

Federica Caciotti: we’ve almost completed the cycle

Silvia Mirabella: is she alive can you tell

Silvia Mirabella: sana shut up about the food for a sec

Sana Allagui: ok easy for u when ur the one that’s winning

Eva Brighi: yeah I’ve heard her go to the bathroom once or twice but she hasn’t come out besides that

Eva Brighi: I’ve texted her several times and when I call she sends me to voicemail

Sana Allagui: have you like knocked on the door

Eva Brighi: I may be an idiot but I’m not stupid Sana

Eva Brighi: of course I have

Eva Brighi: ele if you’re reading this knock on ur wall twice

Eva Brighi: ok she did it. love you ele please come out and eat something

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Chicco Rodi to *plays Baby K even harder*: @ele so are you going to beat my ass in mario kart or not

Chicco Rodi: you didn’t say anything

Chicco Rodi: i need to kno how many blows my pride is gonna take this week

Federico Canegallo: ok you are preemptively anticipating ele beating you when gio’s beating you right now

Federico Canegallo: you’re not even playing anymore ffs

Chicco Rodi: some things you just have to accept fede

Edoardo Incanti: who the fuck says preemptively anticipate

Eva Brighi: don’t be jealous just bc some fede sounds fancier than you

Edoardo Incanti: is this bc I insulted ur vocabulary yesterday

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Sana Allagui to Eleonora Sava: not responding to hermit ele takes some strength

Sana Allagui: is everything ok?

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Edoardo Incanti: appalled

Edoardo Incanti: dubious

Edoardo Incanti: preemptive

Edoardo Incanti: anticipation

Eleonora Sava: no I am not arguing with you about this

Eleonora Sava: I’m studying

Eleonora Sava: unlike some people

Edoardo Incanti: mm ok point taken

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Sana Allagui to Le Mom’s not paying for the booze anymore: ok Eva w/e you’ve done to piss ele off has extended to me

Sana Allagui: she’s not responding to my texts

Eva Brighi: well what did you say

Eva Brighi: also she’s not pissed off she’s Stressed

Eva Brighi: i’m Stressed

Sana Allagui: I asked if she was ok

Sana Allagui: n she didn’t say anything

Silvia Mirabella: ele knock twice on the wall again if ur stressed

Silvia Mirabella: eva did she do it

Eva Brighi: no

Eva Brighi: her phone’s going straight to voicemail now I think it’s off

Silvia Mirabella: damn

Silvia Mirabella: frontal assault into her room?

Eva Brighi: I have a better idea

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Eva Brighi to Edoardo Incanti: hey

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Eleonora Sava to marti make sure nico cleans out the lint filter on the dryer or I will cut you: someone please water the plants on the veranda

Eleonora Sava: I just realized that I didn’t get to them this morning and they’re sitting directly in the sun

Martino Rametta: i would totally do it but I am not home atm

Eva Brighi: I have a good idea for you

Eva Brighi: you could come out and do it yourself

Eva Brighi: ele?

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Martino Rametta to Eva Brighi: everything ok with ele?

Eva Brighi: you’ve been gone all day I forgot

Eva Brighi: she isn’t coming out of her room or answering her texts

Martino Rametta: oh so Test Ele

Eva Brighi: I think its worse than usual

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Martino Rametta to Eleonora Sava: hi i would request that you set aside your books and take ten deep breaths

Martino Rametta: nico seconds me

Eleonora Sava: :/

Martino Rametta: eva did water the plants on the veranda she sent me a pic

Eleonora Sava: :)

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Edoardo Incanti to Eva Brighi: sorry I was talking to nonna

Edoardo Incanti: she wants us to come over soon

Eva Brighi: like today soon?

Edoardo Incanti: no like in a few weeks

Eva Brighi: ok

Eva Brighi: wait aren’t you guys doing fifa right now

Edoardo Incanti: does that make me incapable of texting nonna

Eva Brighi: she doesn’t text

Edoardo Incanti: calling nonna then w/e

Eva Brighi: edoardo incanti did you actually speak to our grandmother or are you bsing me

Edoardo Incanti: i promise I did I’m just very tired atm

Eva Brighi: ok lover boy I’ll let it slide this time

Eva Brighi: text ele for me I haven’t heard or seen her all day and I’m getting worried

Edoardo Incanti: weird she’s been texting me

Eva Brighi: of fucking course

Edoardo Incanti: is everything ok?

Eva Brighi: she’s being a recluse

Eva Brighi: I’ve found that she gets like this around tests its p usual

Eva Brighi: but this feels off I’m worried

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Edoardo Incanti: in order to properly be a recluse you have to turn your phone off you know

Eleonora Sava: I have no idea what ur talking about

Edoardo Incanti: Eva says she hasn’t heard from you all day

Edoardo Incanti: you haven’t been responding in the gc

Edoardo Incanti: but you’ve been texting me

Edoardo Incanti: don’t recluses avoid all contact w the outside world

Eleonora Sava: whoever said I was trying to be a recluse

Edoardo Incanti: is everything ok?

Eleonora Sava: yes

Eleonora Sava: why wouldn’t it be

Edoardo Incanti: i’m coming over

Eleonora Sava: you don’t need to

Edoardo Incanti: i am tho

Eleonora Sava: edo

Eleonora Sava: edo seriously you don’t have to

Eleonora Sava: edo pick up your damn phone

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Edoardo Incanti to Eva Brighi: are you home?

Eva Brighi: ya

Edoardo Incanti: come buzz me in

Eva Brighi: she’s not gonna let you in I’ve tried that

Edoardo Incanti: w/e just do it pls

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Federico Canegallo: where did you go

Edoardo Incanti: ele’s

Federico Canegallo: ok

Federico Canegallo: not gonna finish the tourney?

Edoardo Incanti: we played for like two and a half hours I think that’s enough

Federico Canegallo: ok

Federico Canegallo: are you gonna come to drinks

Edoardo Incanti: depends

Federico Canegallo: ok

Federico Canegallo: tell her to feel better

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Eva Brighi to Le Mom’s not buying the booze anymore: ok better idea is here now

Sana Allagui: don’t tell me you got edo to come over

Silvia Mirabella: eva now is not the time to try to set them up

Sana Allagui: it’s brilliant

Eva Brighi: ok contrary to popular (silvia’s) belief chicco and I are NOT crazy for trying to set them up

Eva Brighi: n this isn’t part of that

Eva Brighi: they are friends and friends are allowed to do shit like care about each other

Federica Caciotti: and have romantic feelings for one another

Eva Brighi: not! the! point!

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Silvia Mirabella to *plays Baby K even harder*: numbers for Thai?

Luchino: me

Elia Santini: ok the tourney’s almost done

Elia Santini: you’re sure you won’t bring any to us

Silvia Mirabella: we are going back to mine after this why would we bring it all the way to fede’s

Chicco Rodi: me for Thai

Giovanni Garau: same

Martino Rametta: me n nico too

Elia Santini: traitors

Martino Rametta: we literally are already done with the tourney you’re just a sore loser and want to play until you win a game

Elia Santini: ur exposing me

Elia Santini: i will eat ur firstborn

Silvia Mirabella: edo? fede?

Federico Canegallo: nah I am gonna pity play Elia until he wins

Elia Santini: fuck you

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Edoardo Incanti to Silvia Mirabella: any chance you could make a stop here after Thai

Silvia Mirabella: no i literally just told Elia I’m not going to yours

Edoardo Incanti: at ele’s

Silvia Mirabella: oh

Silvia Mirabella: yeah of course

Silvia Mirabella: what do you guys want

Edoardo Incanti: the drunken noodles and that one yellow curry

Silvia Mirabella: will do

Silvia Mirabella: is ele ok?

Edoardo Incanti: yeah she’s alright

Silvia Mirabella: tell her I’m glad she’s ok

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Eva Brighi to Edoardo Incanti: how’s ele

Edoardo Incanti: hungry

Eva Brighi: we’ll stop by soon

Eva Brighi: almost done I promise

Eva Brighi: besides that?

Edoardo Incanti: she yelled at me for a bit for coming over n got mad when I took away her textbook

Edoardo Incanti: but then she calmed down

Edoardo Incanti: currently on the porch

Edoardo Incanti: she’s v concerned about the plants

Edoardo Incanti: says you did a shit job of watering them

Eva Brighi: that is what she wants to say rn

Eva Brighi: so picky

Eva Brighi: is she feeling better?

Edoardo Incanti: i think so

Edoardo Incanti: really remains to be see tho

Edoardo Incanti: she’s very stressed

Eva Brighi: ok

Eva Brighi: keep me updated

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Silvia Mirabella to Edoardo Incanti: i come bearing food

Silvia Mirabella: buzz me in pls

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Federico Canegallo to *plays Baby K even harder*: we’ll be over soon

Eva Brighi: cool we started w/o you

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Eva Brighi to Le Mom’s not paying for the booze anymore: mission check on ele post drinks is a go

Eva Brighi: I might be too drunk for this but w/e

Eva Brighi: all the lights are off

Eva Brighi: it’s quiet

Eva Brighi: checking her room

Eva Brighi: oh!

Eva Brighi: they are asleep

Sana Allagui: they

Silvia Mirabella: they?

Eva Brighi: yes edo is here still

Sana Allagui: nice

Federica Caciotti: how does ele look

Eva Brighi: relaxed

Sana Allagui: are they snuggling

Eva Brighi: yes

Eva Brighi: its v cute

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Eva Brighi renamed the group ok they were snuggling last night are we still in the relationship wilderness, who knows? day 1

Chicco Rodi: sorry they were what last night

#skam italia #incantava #eleonora sava #edoardo incanti #incantava fic #if it feels like crack it's bc it low-key is lmaooooo #this was fun to write tho I hope it makes sense and the plot line is easy enough to follow #my tags on ao3 are a lot more explanatory than here sorry about that

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