𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊 || Scott Summers

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡

a/n: lyla and jean are best friends because the universe will implode if they were actual sisters.

i love their friendship so much.

"Lyla, time to get up."

"Fuck off, Summers."

"Come on, sweetheart. It's time to find Jean." Scott whispered as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "Someone's not a morning person."

"Shut up." I grumbled and he chuckled. "It's too early and you're too warm."

"Thank you?"

"I tend to get cold easily, it's a blessing in disguise."

"That explains the cabin then."

"Shut up." I blushed and lightly hit his chest. "I didn't know what I was doing."

"I'll believe you for a while... Though you purring like a cat while clinging to my arm for dear life is something I'll never let you live down." He mused and sat up, pulling me with him despite my protests to lay back down. "Nope, time to get up."

"Out of all the boys in this mansion, I just had to catch feelings for the overgrown boy scout."

"Boy scout? That's a new one."

"Not really. Everyone calls you that behind your back. I just say it to your face because I simply don't care." I yawned and stood up, handing Scott his glasses before kissing his cheek. "That night visor works wonders, huh?"

"Not as comfortable as I'd like, but it does the job." He shrugged and put on the glasses. "How's the wound?"

"Almost fully closed, I think. Just gotta disinfect and change the bandages."

"Let me see." Scott pulled me in by the waist and lifted my sweater to see the bloodied bandage. "It bled through."

"It was a gaping hole on my abdomen, Scott. It tends to do that." I rolled my eyes and shuddered when he removed the bandage. "What'd I tell you? Almost fully healed."

"Take a shower and I'll help you clean it after... Pancakes or waffles?"

"Whatever Storm is making because I still don't trust Kurt with the waffle machine after last time."

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