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call me a fool, for falling for you
Based on the prompt by @ace-diamond – “pangwave + secret admirer”. Takes place in a universe where the horrible, horrible politics of The Gifted doesn’t exist (and so they don’t have their powers)! Thank you for this prompt! It prepared me for tomorrow’s episode 🥺. This is a 3k sick-addled (on my part) mostly-fluffy fic (on their part) based on Wave getting love notes and wondering just who his secret admirer is 🧐. Title is from the song ‘Fools’ by 'Devices’. Happy reading 💖.
It is not often that Wave is left utterly, irrevocably speechless. He prides himself on being eloquently silent – most people don’t deserve to hear what he has to say, after all – and, when fancy strikes, he regards the situation with a quick one-liner that either diffuses the tension in the room or increases it, making it someone else’s problem entirely.
The point being – Wave is not used to having the words brimming in the base of his throat being ripped out of him so mercilessly and carelessly.
Wave glares at the horrible pink note in his hand.
“You have a nice smile,” it says. Who even says shit like that?
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Pang slumped into the dorm alone after the evening Gifted class. Punn had offered to go get food for dinner and Ohm had tagged along for the ride. Wave had given the excuse that he’d left his pen in the classroom and had gone back to get it, insisting he did not need Pang’s company to do so.
So it was that Pang was by himself as he pushed the door to the room open and flicked the light switch, illuminating the room in a soft golden glow before he placed his key on the table and sighed, just about ready to face plant onto his bed and lie there until the others returned, when something caught his eye.
One of his sweaters that, now he thought about it, he hadn’t seen in months, was neatly folded and hung over the rail at the end of his bed.
Pang frowned as he went to pick it up, inspecting it and wondering how it had got there in the first place when a note fell from the pocket, fluttering to the floor to land at his feet.
He bent to pick it up and unfolded it. He instantly recognised the handwriting and a small smile began to form on his face as he scanned the paper.
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Pang: What are you doing up there?
Wave, perched on the kitchen counter: I pay rent and I can sit wherever I like in my own house, thank you very much!
Pang, sighing: where’s the spider?
Wave: over there by the door, could you please-
Wave: So are you a top or a bottom?
Pang: wh-what? Well it’s, err *sweats nervously* I’m kinda like
Wave: I’m talking about the bunk beds, can you quit being gay for one second.
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The Rooftop Assignation
AKA Meet me on the roof
Why R U?
Addicted the web series
He’s Coming to Me
SOTUS & SOTUS S
TharnType 2
Oxygen the series
So Much In Love
Friend Forever
Wish You: Your Melody In My Heart
Cherry Magic
Wave: *about Pang* he could order you around and make you do anything he wanted. But he wouldn't. He's too nice. But I'm not. Now listen here, you little shit, if you don't do-