Could u please do this idea
Twst boys's(whoever u want but can u add trey , leo n lilia ) gf had a date scheduled w them and ended up sleeping through it. Mb what voice messages would send to their gf or do whatever to know or yeah.. yk
I hope u could understand, English isnt my first language (╯︵╰,)
Synopsis. What types of voice messages would (y/n) receive after her boyfriend sleeps through their date?
Pairings. Trey C,. Leona K., Lilia V. x Fem! Reader
Contains. Separate, hurt with comfort, pretty short for each, same format for each, reader is implied to be a Ramshackle student( Trey, Leona ), Leona has a car, reader is old enough to drink( Lilia )
a/n. I actually love this prompt; I don't think I've ever read something like it!
He didn't know how it happened. Trey didn't usually find himself falling asleep, and he's never ever missed a date. Like, ever. He never could've guessed that the routine Freshie vs Riddle conflicts in Heartslabyul would tire him out so badly that he fell asleep in the middle of the day... right when he was supposed to take (y/n) out to get coffee... at a cafe that closed at noon.
(y/n) noticed something was wrong when Trey didn't text her as usual. He would let her know when he was coming to pick her up, or when he simply wanted to check in with her. So far, as (y/n) finished putting on the final touches of her makeup, her phone didn't buzz once.
At first, she didn't mind. Trey was a busy guy, being a Vice Housewarden and all, so she understood. But as time went on and she was prepared to leave, she soon noticed that Trey still hadn't checked up on her. (y/n) was quite concerned at this point. Calls and texts wouldn't get through to him, and making her way to Heartslabyul would make them even later to their cafe date.
(y/n)'s last resort was calling Cater. She initially didn't want to involve anyone in their relationship, but this behavior from Trey was very unusual. That's how she found out he'd been dead asleep for the past two hours...
She couldn't figure out if she was more concerned or hurt. She wondered what the heck made him sleep like that in the middle of the day, and why he didn't even tell her about it. There (y/n) sat on her bed, staring at the lack of messages from her boyfriend while she was still dressed for their canceled date.
Then, she snapped out of her trance when typing bubbles from Trey popped up on the screen. A voice note appeared.
"Hi babe, I'm... so sorry. I know this is kinda late, and it won't make you forgive me, but I found a cute place where we can paint ceramic bowls and cups..." Trey's voice went quiet, as if he was second-guessing himself, "If you're up for it, of course..."
(y/n) was rightfully hurt, but she knew she couldn't stay mad at Trey for such a thing. Her reply was swift, agreeing to the plan, but she still felt conflicted. She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, unsure of what to do.
"I'll come get you in 15 minutes. Is that fine?" Trey texted back.
He ended up coming in about 10 minutes. Perhaps it was just because he felt bad, but it made (y/n) feel just a bit better. Trey's hair was slightly tousled as he made his way to his girlfriend's dorm. Once she opened the door, it felt like all of her previous worries had slipped from right under her.
"You're here," (y/n) barely stuttered.
Trey simply smiled, causing (y/n)'s cheeks to flush. Softly grabbing her hand, Trey guided her to the little place he wanted to take her. The walk was quiet, and it was a bit far away from the campus, but it was comfortable. The two ended up stopping by a cafe on the way back to their dorms anyway, Trey's treat, of course (he just wanted to make sure his gf was %100 happy).
(y/n) knew her boyfriend was a sleepyhead. He'd fall asleep in class, miss class entirely because he was napping, and even sleep while doing the most mundane tasks. She found it quite charming for the most part.
She just didn't expect him to sleep through the only thing that was keeping her sane for the whole week. She waited at her dorm for 45 minutes for Leona to pick her up. She knew something was wrong after 15 minutes, but she remained hopeful that he would come along. Well, until he didn't.
In her expensive dress and her uncomfortably high heels, she flopped against her bed and began to cry. Minutes turned into hours of wishful waiting until she gave up on the idea that Leona would be taking her out to dinner. Any trace of her makeup became a distant memory as her tears saturated any mascara, foundation, or concealer that she was wearing.
Poor (y/n) had no idea what to do with herself. Not only was she heartbroken, but she was hungry, and she spent so much time getting ready only for none of it to matter. She could've used the time to study for her upcoming test, but instead made herself a fool.
As she sobbed, her phone buzzed inside her purse. (y/n)'s trembling hands wiped the remaining dampness off her cheeks and picked up her phone. It was a voice message from Leona, along with a couple of missed calls from him.
"Hey, Herbivore. 'Cause of me, we missed that reservation, but I called up a restaurant- the one that you like. We have a reservation at 7:30, and..." Leona paused, his voice becoming slightly vulnerable, "wear something nice. I'll pick you up at 7."
(y/n) wasn't surprised by his words. He said things in a very him way. They made her feel just a bit better. Still, she'd cried all of her makeup off, waiting hours for him to show up, only for him to never come.
As much as she wanted to reply with something snarky, she knew it would only add fuel to the flame. The time was currently 6:47. That wasn't enough time for her to fix her makeup and make herself look like she hadn't just been crying.
"I may take a while to get ready." She replied simply.
"That's fine. Take your time."
And so, that's exactly what she did. (y/n) took her sweet time fixing her makeup, hair, and even her outfit. Putting so much attention into her appearance felt like some sort of self-care. It was about 7:09 when she added the final touches; the doorbell rang as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
(y/n) scurried as quick as she could down the stairs in her stilettos and rushed to the door. The door shyly creaked open, revealing Leona with a bouquet of her favorite flowers under his elbow. Her breath hitched immediately.
Leona's hand stretched out to (y/n)'s, inviting her to take it. Her quivering hand slowly placed itself in his, and before she knew it, she was whisked off her feet and placed gently into the passenger seat of his car. She hadn't fully forgiven him yet, but Leona's effort to make things right caused her heart to flutter, just a bit.
(y/n) didn't mind Lilia's habit of pranking her. Yes, she often found herself ticked off after them, but she prayed to the Seven that this was a prank. This was a date for Seven's sake; why the hell was he so late?!
(y/n) had found herself waiting outside the restaurant they agreed on going to. She was freezing in the cool night breeze. Usually in situations like this, Lilia would have his jacket prepared for her, but he wasn't there.
Now, (y/n) stood with sore feet from her heels, hair sticking to the back of her neck uncomfortably, her jewelry suddenly feeling much too heavy, and tears pricking her eyes. It was unlike Lilia to forget about a date, but very rarely did he take a nap when he had plans with her. She's his girlfriend for Seven's sake.
She ended up walking back to NRC all by herself that night. No boyfriend to protect her from potential creeps walking the streets, no boyfriend to keep her warm, and no boyfriend to hold her freezing hand, just to let her know he was there. (y/n) couldn't even bring herself to text Lilia something snarky, let alone call him. She couldn't bear to think of him at the moment.
To her dismay, her phone buzzed in her purse. A notification from hers truly: Lilia.
"Good evening, my Beastie! I unfortunately fell asleep just then, but I hope you're excited to go wine tasting!" The voice note went quiet for a second before Lilia sucked in his breath. "I know that it was wrong of me to leave you hanging. Let me help you take the edge off and relax. Stay where you are."
His voice was considerably shakier than he probably anticipated. He sounded genuinely guilty. Still, however, (y/n) had no idea how to approach Lilia after this. Yeah, clearly he knew he was in the wrong, but it didn't help that she was still alone and scared, walking through the Sage's Island city all alone because of him.
"Pick me up first, then I'll think about forgiving you." (y/n) sent back in a voice note of her own, "I'm still in the city. I guess I'll just have to keep waiting for you."
She knew how pathetic she sounded. Lilia probably knew how she'd been crying just moments before she replied, her voice shaking.
"You won't need to wait any longer," spoke a warm, deep voice from behind (y/n). She nearly jumped out of her skin, preparing the pepper spray from her bag as she swung herself around, thinking it was a creep.
It was no creep; nobody planning on hurting her either. It was her dear Lilia. Making eye contact with his bright red orbs, (y/n) felt tears prick at her eyes once again. Her bottom lip trembled as Lilia's warm hands rested on her quivering shoulders, pulling her into his chest.
"I'm here now, Beastie. You won't ever feel this way again." Lilia said assuredly, "In an oath to our relationship, I promise you that."
(y/n) knew he wasn't lying, deep down in her gut. She sobbed until her mascara drew black streaks across her flushed cheeks, muttering a small, "I hate you" that she didn't entirely mean. Lilia merely giggled, removing his blazer and wrapping it around her shivering shoulders before leading her to their newly planned date.
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