#shhhh i'm not in class right now WHAT

[yikesmary]

FAKE DATING ROOMMATES — choi seungcheol x reader

summary: in which choi seungcheol becomes your roommate and fake boyfriend in one fell swoop. and you still don't know how it happened.

note: fake dating college au with one of my faves, scoups! with a mix of roommate au because apprently i love mixing tropes. i might make this a series if people want to? i don't know yet

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"What were you thinking?"

"I was panicking!" You said, trying to walk away from your best friends, but Chan, Seungkwan, and Vernon followed you anyways.

"So you said Choi Seungcheol was your boyfriend?! I didn't even know you guys knew each other," Chan said.

"We don't, the closest interaction we had was when he bumped into me and said sorry," you said, miserably.

You were not having the greatest of days. First off, you had gone to class without knowing there was a test, therefore you didn't have time to study. Then, you missed your bus to go to the coffee shop where your friends worked so you decided to walk instead of waiting for the next bus which was going to take an hour to come.

And the cherry on top, the tip of the iceberg, the one thing that could possibly make you break down and not in a fun way, was encountering your ex.

Admittedly, you have made some bad decisions in your life. But the worst one of them all was your ex. Your friends tried warning you about him, how he was toxic and narcissistic, but you didn't listen.

Until he decides to dump you and leave you in the dust after you guys had just bought an apartment together. Yeah, wasn't your greatest moment.

Anyways, when you saw him, you practically froze.

"You're dating Seungcheol?" Your ex questioned.

You suddenly felt exposed, crossing your arms, shrugging then said, "Is it that so unbelievable I'm dating him?"

"I mean, I've seen the people he's dated, and you're not exactly his type," he tried explaining, but nothing he said could've made things better.

"So you're saying I'm not pretty enough to be dating him?" You asked.

"I'm not saying that, I'm sorry you're interpreting it that way. I'm saying—" he tried saying, but he was cut off.

"I'm dating him and honestly, I don't really care whether or not you believe me," You angrily said with a glare.

"I hope you're prepared," Vernon said, patting you on the shoulder after you finished recounting what happened with your ex.

"What? Why?" You asked.

The three of them looked at you as if you were crazy, and you were wondering the same thing about yourself.

"Your ex is probably the biggest gossip on campus. He'll probably tell people about your supposed relationship with Seungcheol and then it'll spread. Then Seungcheol will hear about his relationship with a girl he's barely interacted with!" Seungkwan explained.

"Shhhh! People will hear about Seungcheol and I's a relationship being fake!" You said, putting your finger in front of your mouth in a 'Sh!' gesture.

"YOU AREN'T—" Chan tried saying, but Vernon cut him off by putting his hand on his mouth to shut him up.

"Why didn't you say one of us was your boyfriend?" Vernon questioned, and you fought the urge to laugh hysterically.

"Kwan, you and I are more like brother and sister. Vernon, there has never been a moment where I've seen you beyond a best friend. And Chan, I barely even tolerate you half the time!" You replied. (You were not serious about Chans' (for the most part)).

"I didn't want to date you anyways," Chan grumpily said, crossing his arms which made you roll his eyes at his dramatics.

"What if Seungcheol wants to talk to you about the relationship he never knew about?" Seungkwan questioned.

"I guess I'm going to have to do the right thing," you said.

"Which is?"

"Pretend I don't know what he's talking about," you confidentially replied.

"I really hope this backfires in her face," Chan commented.

You tried lunging across the table to attack him, but Seungkwan held you back and Chan hid from behind Vernon, who looked like he'd be anywhere but where he was right now.

It was one of the rare times you were alone. Seungkwan had a class, Dino was in a Dance Club meeting, and Vernon was at his house, sleeping. So, as a result, you decided to go out on your own and eat.

You were in the middle of shoving a forkful of noodles when Choi Seungcheol decided to take the empty seat in front of you. "So, when did we become boyfriend and girlfriend?" He casually asked.

Your first instinct was to try and explain yourself, but in the heat of the moment you forgot that you were in the middle of eating, so when you tried speaking, you started choking on your noodles.

Seungcheol's calm manner turned panicky when he saw you were choking and it was because of him. "I shouldn't have interrupted you in the middle of your meal! I'm so fucking sorry! Shit!" he said, grabbing a bunch of napkins and giving them to you.

You struggled for a bit, grabbing the offered napkins and eventually, you were able to get the noodles down. "How did you find out?" you finally asked.

"Well, Jeonghan told Seokmin, who told Hoshi, who told Joshua, who told Jun, who told Minghao, who told Woozi, who told Mingyu, who told Wonwoo, who told me," Seungcheol said.

"What?" you asked, not following any of that.

"Jeonghan heard—"

"You know what, I don't need to hear it again because I won't be able to understand anyways," you said.

"But I can explain!" you said, and he looked at you to go on.

"Oh, you actually want me to explain? Uh, well, okay. Well my ex, who broke up with me and left me to pay for an apartment I have no idea how to pay for, said I wasn't pretty enough to be dating you! And honestly, I got kind of insecure when he said that because I know I'm not always supermodel ready, but I'm pretty and my personality brings people in! Anyways—"

"You need a roommate?" Seungcheol cut you off.

"Really? I just told you one of my deepest insecurities and you care about whether or not I have an empty room in my apartment?" You deadpanned.

"I have an idea and it might be both of your problems," Seungcheol ignored you.

"Really? What possible problem you might have that I could solve?" you asked, suspicious.

"If I fake date you, let me become your roommate," Seungcheol proposed.

"I'm sorry, but I need to make sense of it in my brain," you said, and he nodded as if giving you the floor.

"I just made up a complete lie and told my ex we were dating, and you want to fake date and live with me?" You said.

"I need a place to live and you have an empty room,"

"What's wrong with where you live right now?"

"I don't think I could live with Seokmin and Soonyoung always coming home drunk and somehow they've kidnapped a cat even if there are no stray cats around. Then Wonwoo adopts the cat and suddenly we have seven cats in the house," Seungcheol said, and the distressed face he was making made you want to laugh.

"Really? Seven?"

"Maybe not seven but I swear they multiply and our kitchen is filled with food for the cats," he said.

"We're getting distracted. I need a room and you need a boyfriend. Why not hit two birds with one stone?"

"How would this even work?"

"Well, you've done most of the work and most of the campus already knows about our relationship. Moving in would only solidify our relationship," Seungcheol said.

"What about when we inevitably break up? Would we still be roommates or..?"

"I never thought about that,"

"Really? But you thought of the rest of the plan so thoroughly it's nearly foolproof!" You sarcastically said.

"Hey, you need me just as much as I need you!" He said, and you sighed, knowing that it was true.

"This'll work?"

"Well... I don't know about that, but it'll be something," Seungcheol said.

"Maybe I should've said Chan was my boyfriend,"

"Who's Chan and why is he already stealing my girlfriend?"

[chrisbesitos]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ballerina & dealer headcannons. 🌟

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰͡⠀🩰 𝅄 💸⠀͡꒱

꒰͡⠀SFW⠀͡꒱

dealer.ᐟchris who:

met you at a party, you were wearing your ballet costumes, he finds himself obsessed with the bow in your hair. he also couldn't take his eyes off you, staring your tights in your pink pantyhose and your waist enhanced in the collant. it was the first time he put his eyes on you and by the moment he knew he wants you.

"you know you look like a doll wearing that bow?"

"do you think i look like a doll?"

"yeah, the prettiest one i've ever seen."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

takes you to your ballet classes, when he doesn't have to do deals, he waits until the class ends. he always says you're the best dancer, even if you tell him you're not doing well, he'll say no one is better than you.

"you looked so good, doll. i love watching you dance."

"nah, i wasn't that good today. i missed a few steps, i was a pretty mess."

"you're always good, don't say this. you're the best one, my favorite dancer."

"do you know other dancers, chris?"

"no, that's why you're my favorite. you're better than everyone else in that class."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

always massage your feet after a hard day, he knows sometimes you're not easy with yourself and training too much until your feet hurt. he doesn't like when you do this, but he knows your problems with perfectionism.

"you can't do this with yourself, doll. you're hurting yourself."

"i was practicing, chris. it's normal."

"no, it's not. you can't work hard until you feel pain, it's not healthy."

"i was trying to get better, sorry."

"don't apologize, 'kay? your mind tricks you sometimes and when this happens, i will be right here to help you. jus' no more hurting yourself like that."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

takes you with him for his deals. he let you pick the songs, even if he doesn't like some of them too much, he just wants to see you happy.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

he lets you smoke with him, but never more than a joint. if you're on a hard day, needing to relax a bit, he'll roll a joint just for you. it's not a problem for him, since he knows you smoke when you stress and he just wants to help you to relax.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

will be fucking mad if one of his costumers looks at you. no one can is allowed look at you the way he looks. he'll immediately delete the costumer contact, because no guy looks at his girl.

"he'd better find another guy to sell for him."

"what do you mean with this, baby?"

"i mean that i'm not gonna sell anything to a fucking guy who looks at my girl."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

buys you bows, cardigans and dresses. actually he'll buy whatever you want. if you say you want something, he'll buy the day next.

"why are you crying, doll?'

"i lost my favorite cardigan." "where are you going, baby?"

"to the car, let's buy a new one." "you're happy now? don't wanna see you crying."

"yes, but you really need to buy me three cardigans? i just need one."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

hates to see you cry, but if you cry, he'll hold you until you feel better. he doesn't care if you get his shirt wet or if he had to cancel his deals, nothing is more important than his girl.

"shhhh, jus' let it out." "i'm right here, i'm not gonna leave you, doll."

"i'm sorry, i didn't want you to cry like this in front of you."

"don't feel sorry, i'm here to this, 'kay? i'll never leave you."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

tells everyone you're his girlfriend, even though he hasn't asked you yet, because he doesn't know how to do it.

"so, you're dating her?"

"yeah, she's my girl."

"are you telling everyone i'm your girlfriend, chris?"

"you're not?"

"have you asked me, silly?"

dealer.ᐟchris who:

says he loves you when he's high as fuck, because he's scare to tell you when he's sober. even though she loves him back, you wants to hear from his mouth while he's sober.

"i love you, doll."

"you're fucking high, baby."

"but i still love you."

"tell me when you're sober."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

go to all of your concerts. he'll buy you a bouquet and gifts, because he's so proud of you. only you matters to him on the stage, he only pays attention on you.

"oh, is this for me? you don't have to buy it, baby."

"of course i have it, everything for my girl." "no, no, no, don't cry, baby. you deserve it."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

helps you to practice, even though he has no idea how to dance ballet. he just wants to help you.

"are you paying attention, chris?"

"yeah, keep going, doll."

"you have to look at me, not only my ass."

"sorry, ma. you have a nice ass." "sorry, i'll stop looking at you pretty ass."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

never leave your side at parties, because he doesn't want other guys looking at you and because he knows sometimes you feel too shy to talk with someone. he wants you to feel comfortable and if feeling off, he'll bring you back home.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

throws all your plushies on the floor when he's sleeping at your house, because he wants you to cuddle with him and not with your plushies.

"oh no, baby, c'mon."

"you're sleeping with me or with them? c'mon, doll, you're not gonna miss this fucking hello kitty when you with me."

"don't say shit about my hello kitty."

꒰͡⠀NSFW⠀͡꒱

dealer.ᐟchris who:

fuck you in the car after your ballet class, because he's so hard after watching you dance in your tight ballet costumes that he couldn't handle it until got home. he'll fuck you in the backseat.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

makes you remember who you belong after you dance with a male partner. he knows you're just dancing, but it's too much for him. he can't watch another guy touching your body, only he can.

"did he touch you like i do, doll?" "who's better, huh?"

"you. always you, baby." "no one is better than you."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

praises you when you're giving him pleasure. you're driving him insane when you sucking him off or riding him.

"oh jeez! just like that." "you're doing so well to me, doll."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

have to take a break from his deals to take care of you, because every time he lets you smoke in the car, you feel horny. he'll drive you back home and fuck you until you can handle it anymore.

"you're so needy, aren't you? "my pretty doll, always horny when you're high."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

gentle with you when you have your first time together. he'll show you how much he loves you and wants to give you all the pleasure you deserve.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

takes care of you when you're done. he'll clean you, run a bath, order food. everything for his girl and he'll not let you move one muscle, you just rest. he'll give you kisses and massages, then sleep holding you tight.

"you good, doll? did i make you feel good?"

"you're so good for me, baby."

hope you like it, i decided to start the series w the headcannons, so you can know them. <3

tags ; @lizzymacdonald06 @deliciousluminaryanchor @lushjunkie @sweetreliever @watercolorskyy @ivysturnss @brianna-grace12 @blahbel668 @gabri3la-sturns @strnlxlqve @stvrnzcherries @unknvhx @pvssychicken @all4l0vee

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[dreamy-diva]

Pov: your boyfriend helps you concentrate on your study or something else.....

Tags: fem!reader, Gojo x reader, fingering in public, holding moans, dirty talking, smut

You and your boyfriend, Satoru decided to go to library to study , sitting on a far away bench near the window opening the books. He is explaining the questions you didn't get in the class , but your mind couldn't concentrate. "Are you okay , sweetheart you are not paying attention" he said examining your face , brushing your lone strand of hair . "I'm okay it's just so silent " you said , there was a slight shade of pink on your cheeks. "Are you having fever or something, we can cancel this and go home" he said not knowing the wild fantasies you are playing in your head , you always have thought of doing so inappropriate in places like Library because it's so thrilling. "I'm okay Satoru it's just umm -"

"I know I think I have an idea how to keep you concentrated you know I'm very strict in studies and your mind is clearly wandering somewhere" he whispered into your eyes so seductively , eyeing you up and down

" What is your idea " you said hesitantly , thinking it's best to find a way to concentrate rather than daydreaming.

He slid his hands inside your skirt making lazy circles on your upper thighs, your eyes widened what the hell is he even doing, you gasped. He smirked "Isn't this the best way to keep you concentrated , now read the first question and give me the answer or I'll have to get my fingers inside you huh",his voice so sultry, how in the world it will keep you concentrated "Satoru I can't" , you gasped , his hands slid down inside your panty , "oh my , you are already so wet, what are you daydreaming about, darling, huh, you know I can fuck you right here and now, I will not even care about these people studying here, not when you are making this kind of face", his fingers slipping inside , making you moan "shhhh, hold your moans, if you don't want to be fucked here", his long fingers teasing you sliding up and down, in and out, making you drive crazy , face flushed, it's like you are in heaven.

"Satoru hngh ....please" , you whispered, trying your best to keep it quiet , you placed your hands against his bulge part, which had become hard, "oh darling keep your hands on the table , understood , it's your concentrating session not mine " , you have no choice but to obey him as he fingering you fast, covering your mouth with your hands, "Now now , concentrate , give me the answer of second question" , he whispered right into your ears making you loose your goddamn mind .

"Satoru , I think I'm gonna .....hngh"

"Shhhh ..keep it low".

"I can't I'm gonna cum....hngh...." , he pulled out his hands, making you leave in this mess , you glared at him. "Sweetheart let's go somewhere private " he smirked, licking his fingers which was inside you.

"You are so ready to be fucked, darling"

[sv5hive]

in every universe? | cl16

pairing(s): charles leclerc x fem!reader

content warning(s): use of y/n, pretending the university of monaco has an architecture course shhhh, inaccurate architecture course information bcos i am lazy, ma**ia bin**to mention IM SORRY

word count: 2,580

note: this is my longesttt fic yet and i had so much fun writing it!! i hope you like it just as much 🫶🏻

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"so in summary, i want to see how you will finance your project while keeping your budget in mind, any issues you may come across and their solutions, the influence behind it, how it might impact the environment and the population as well as visual aids to guide the audience. these presentations are due next month and remember! it is your responsibility to arrange times to work on the presentation together. i won't be accepting any excuses whatsoever!"

you chewed on the end of your pen at your professor's reminder as you watched everyone filter out the doors from your seat right at the back.

group projects always meant you would have to do all the work yourself just to share equal credit with everyone else in the group who didn't even attempt to contribute. this project was unlikely to be any different. it didn't help that you hadn't yet managed to make any genuine friendships with your classmates. it was understandable though, considering the expected workload at such a renowned university like monaco.

"hi, are you y/n l/n?"

too deep in your own thoughts about the assignment, you didn't realise the room had emptied completely. you also didn't realise other people apart from your professor knew your name. moving your gaze up to the source of the sound, you found a man almost too good looking to be true.

"oh, uh, yeah. yes, i am. sorry, who are you?"

with each word that escaped your mouth, you felt your face heating up. you didn't mean to be rude but you truly had no idea who you were talking to. how had you never noticed this greek god of a man in your class until now?

"i'm charles leclerc. we're in a group together for the assignment and i thought it would be a good idea to get your number so we can talk set up a time to talk about our ideas."

he held out his unlocked phone to you, inviting you to type in your number. if he was offended by your failure to recognise him it certainly didn't show which helped calm your frazzled nerves.

"oh, of course! sorry, i'm not used to someone else taking responsibility in a group project. usually i'm stuck doing everyone's work on top of my own. here you go." you replied while saving your number into his contacts.

he smiled at your admission and reassured you he wouldn't dare leave you to handle the entire project alone.

"i already have everyone else's numbers so i'll make a groupchat too. when are you free?"

as much as you would like to lie and say you had a life outside of studying, you didn't. but you would gladly say yes to any get together if it meant charles would be there too.

"honestly, i'm always free so any time works for me." you explained while packing your bag and standing up from your seat.

he grinned and walked with you towards the exit and out the building.

"yeah? how about now? there's this café i've heard is really good and i've been meaning to try it, i just haven't had the time recently."

you stopped in your tracks.

was he asking you on a date? this was definitely new. obviously you had been in a few relationships before but they had never quite managed to get you flustered like this on the first meeting.

truth be told, he had gone to that café a million times over as it was the closest one to campus that served the best croissants for cheap but you didn't need to know that.

"are you asking me on a date?" you asked, not hesitating to get straight to the point.

his grin flickered for a split second, almost in surprise at your bluntness, before growing impossibly wider.

"uh, yeah, i'm asking you on a date right now. so? what do you say?"

"hmmm, and what do i get out of it if i say yes?"

you didn't think twice about taking him up on his offer but it was fun to watch him scramble for reasons you should have a coffee with him. you watched him come up with several nonsensical arguments before you decided to put him out of his misery.

"relax, i'll go on a date with you! you should've seen your face!"

he blushed at your antics before joining in your giggles at his own expense. he had a feeling your laughter would become his favourite sound.

"what are you waiting for then? lead the way."

unsurprisingly, you two were the only ones who took part in the group project but you couldn't complain when you had such good company to help you.

"this is charles leclerc, he will be your race engineer starting from next season." your team principal fred vasseur gently pushed you away from your teammate to the new hire fresh out of internship at haas.

after the quick decline of your 2022 season, ferrari had wasted no time in sacking binotto and your less than competent engineer for much more suitably equipped individuals.

"pleasure to meet you, charles. i'm y/n l/n. are you sure you're ready for this?" you outstretch your hand to shake his.

"thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, you are an inspiration to so many. i'm extremely grateful to be given this opportunity to work with such a talented driver like yourself. and yes i'm one hundred percent ready to give my everything so you can bring home some wins and maybe even the championship." he spoke with a conviction almost as if he had been practicing it in the mirror for weeks.

his hand wrapped around yours and you couldn't help but notice how warm they were even in the frigid winter. you grinned at his confidence and faith in not only himself but also the team and you as a driver. it was certainly the energy you needed after the less than impressive season that you had just wrapped up.

"i like him already! so much more positive than my last engineer. where have you been all this time?" you declared patting him on the back while looking at your team principal in approval.

he was so sure you could notice the pink tinge on his cheeks as he nervously smiled at your praise and suddenly found the carpeted floor the most interesting thing in the room to observe.

"i'm glad you two are getting along! now let's get on with this meeting. i would like to get home at a reasonable time today."

as the meeting dragged on, you found yourself staring at charles opposite you out of nothing but pure curiosity and maybe a little bit of humour. it was clear he harboured some feelings towards you that he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. that much was evident in the way he refused to even glance in your direction at the risk of making eye contact.

"we don't quite know how the others will perform yet but we definitely expect to be more on pace with red bull next year. this season wasn't our best but it gives us a good foundation to improve on which is better than nothing. any questions?"

even if there were any questions left unanswered everyone was much too tired to articulate them and so the meeting room fell into silence before you all said your goodbyes to each other wishing everyone a restful winter break.

you were headed out the door when you heard your name being called. you turned to see charles jogging to catch up to you and so you decided to wait for him at the exit.

"you excited for the winter break?" you strike up a conversation with him as you dawdled towards the car park together.

"yes, but i'm more excited for the season to start. i've been preparing for this my whole life. what about you? surely you're tired of being in the car?" he questioned with genuine interest.

"no, not really. i mean i've been preparing for this my whole life too. the travelling is a lot to handle but there's nothing more i enjoy than being in the car. don't get me wrong, i do like being at home too. i just love racing so much i wish i could do it all the time."

"really? you don't ever get tired of racing?" he looked over at you in wonder and you smiled at his disbelief.

"really. ever since i was a kid i've always wanted to be racing constantly. what about you? i mean pretty much all of us drivers got into the sport through karting. what made you want to be a race engineer?"

"well actually i did get into karting too. my father took me and my brothers to a local track and it all started there. i liked karting but i was always more interested in the technical side. my younger brother arthur liked it a lot though and he decided to pursue a career. he's actually stepping up to formula 2 next year."

"yeah? he must be pretty good then." you didn't recognise his brother's name because you were too busy with your own preparation every race weekend to watch the support series but you took his word for it.

"yeah, i'm really glad he's made it this far. we didn't have much money for karting when he was just starting out but we managed to make it work."

you were all too familiar with the struggles of funding and putting together enough sponsors just to make it through the season. there were already very few people getting into motorsport and the high costs didn't help. you had seen too many young talents drop out because they just couldn't afford it anymore. you were one of the lucky ones to secure a place in the ferrari driver academy and have their money to fall back on.

realising you were getting closer and closer to your car, you slowed down in hopes you could keep talking to charles for longer.

"so, why ferrari? it's a team with lots of history but we haven't won a championship since 2008." you asked with no ill intentions.

you really were just interested seeing as the team was currently the laughing stock amongst the grid and the fans - which you didn't blame them for. they had thrown away several chances of a championship with some of the most talented drivers, purely due to their own inability to perform when it was needed most.

"that doesn't matter to me. i've supported ferrari since i was little so it wasn't even a question which team i wanted to join. i remember i used to always follow the red car when they raced at monaco even before i knew it was a ferrari. anyone who has the chance to be a part of ferrari, would take that chance, no? i've barely started here but there's something special about being a part of ferrari." he explained with a look in his eyes that you could only imagine was the same wonder that appeared when watching the red ferrari of kimi räikkönen speed around his home track.

"what about you? you're the one who actually drives for ferrari so what made you sign with them?"

you stopped upon reaching your car neatly tucked inside the white lines.

"ah, i would love to tell you but i do have to get home."

charles' smile fell before he agreed, making his own excuses about his neighbours complaining of his late night ruckus he caused. both of you were disappointed at the fact you couldn't just keep talking for hours but you had another idea up your sleeve.

"but i would be happy to have dinner with you tomorrow to continue this conversation if you're free? if you want to join me that is! you don't have to."

"no, no i want to! that would be great! here's my number. i'll pick you up at 7?"

his initial plans of acting casual around you had been thrown out the window and he was already wishing for time to go faster. you couldn't help but smile at his eagerness - it was a change from your usually soulless dates who treated you like arm candy.

"great! thank you, charles, really. i haven't been this optimistic about an upcoming season in a while but you've already made me excited for the future, even though we just met. i have a feeling we're going to enjoy a lot of victories together." you admitted honestly.

you hadn't been completely happy with any of your seasons with the scuderia so far, always hungry for more despite exceeding the expectations of many.

"thank you, that's the biggest compliment i could receive. i have no doubt we can bring the team many wins."

the 2023 season went on to be one of your best performances in a time where red bull dominance was ever growing. although the championship was not quite in your firm grasp just yet, you had come closer than ever with the help of new management and, more importantly, charles. this was simply the beginning for you two.

"hey charles?" you called out looking up from your phone screen to find him pulling on his race suit.

"yes, mon ange?" he replied turning to face you sitting on the tiny bed.

even though you two had been dating for years, him and his pet names never failed to fluster you.

"do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" you asked after seeing the tik tok trend appear on your phone.

you weren't really expecting a serious answer from charles. you knew it was a silly theory but you decided to entertain the thought. however it seemed that charles had a different idea.

"maybe, maybe not. i'd like to think we are but even if we're not, that doesn't matter. what matters is that we're together in this one, no? besides, even if we weren't destined to be together, i'd still find you and choose you in every universe." he voiced casually, placing a soft kiss on your forehead while looking around the room for his racing boots.

his confessions of undying love to you had become a daily occurrence and it was always certain his words would make your heart melt.

"you've seen the trend, haven't you?" you questioned him. there was no way he had just come up with that answer on the spot.

"what trend? mon amour, you know i am not on social media as much as you are."

"the tik tok trend! are you sure you haven't seen it?"

"yes, i am very sure, mon ange. come on, i don't need to see a tik tok to tell you that i will always choose you."

you didn't fully believe him but you also knew that he was a terrible liar, his facial expressions giving him away no matter what with each attempt made.

"come here. one last good luck kiss for me?" he asked with a pleading look you could never deny and pulled you from the bed by your arms.

"of course, my love. i want you back safe in one piece, ok?" you held his face in your hands and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead, nose, each cheek and finally, his lips.

"anything for you."

[jangofettjamz]

Doctor Wednesday Pt2

Gentle!Wednesday x Selective!Mute!Male!Reader

Reader is on the Autism spectrum.

Summary: You feel overwhelmed and Wednesday comforts you because you're her favourite person.

Words: 1786

Wednesday POV

"Is he okay?" Enid asked me, worried for Y/Ns condition.

"He'll be fine soon enough, his fever is getting better, though not yet in the normal range. He's still quite congested. I'm constantly checking him over. I haven't left his side." I say to the werewolf. "I won't leave him alone until I'm confident that he's well enough to resume classes."

She smiled at me, deviously. "What?" I ask her, wanting to know what she found so obviously amusing.

"You're so in love, Wednesday it's insane." She laughed as she spoke. I hate to admit it, but Enid is most certainly correct. I am in love with my beautiful Y/N, and I'm not ashamed to admit that, not at all. Though I am ashamed to admit that Enid is proven right.

I let out a sharp exhalation, expressing my annoyance with the werewolf. "You're enjoying the fact that you're right about me, aren't you?" A rhetorical question, but she answers anyway.

"Umm absolutely! You're so in love with him. And now you're basically his personal doctor. How romantic!" She exclaims excitedly, luckily no one heard as we were in our dorm.

"I didn't want to take him to the infirmary. The nurses completely disregard his needs everytime he goes there. I won't put him through any unnecessary discomfort if I can prevent it. Besides, I'm far more qualified to take care of him than those pitiful excuses for nursing staff" I scoff, their incompetence definitely shows.

My eyes dart over to Y/N sleeping figure, I only hope he's not in anymore pain when he regains consciousness.

"Anyways, would you like to go out with me and Yoko to Jericho this afternoon?" She asked, but I gave her a look of disapproval.

"Go out with you and the vampire while Y/N remains alone in bed? No thank you, I have a patient to look after. Like I said, I'm not leaving him." I say, shutting down Enid's suggestion immediately.

Y/N began to stir in his sleep, whimpers of discomfort causing worry to flow through me. "Enid leave now. Y/N isn't comfortable with guests at the moment." She nods and immediately heads out, she may be foolish but she knows Y/N isn't in the mood right now.

I walked over to Y/N, who's still laying on my bed. I sat down on his bedside to gently comfort him. "Shhhh it's okay sweet boy, it's okay. I'm here." I cooed, pressing my lips to his forehead.

His eyes slowly opened, my hands stroking the top of his head as he awoke from his slumber. I smile down at him, letting him know that's he safe. "Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

He couldn't speak too well so he began signing instead "Can I have some water please? My throat's really dry" He asked.

"Of course you can, darling" I grabbed a water bottle and held it to his lips, gently guiding the water down his throat in small increments. "Small sips, my love" he gulped down the water, soothing his dry thoat. "Your IV has finished. I'll re-examine you in a moment, but I'll give you some time since you just woke up." He nodded and began signing again.

"Can I have a hug please?" He looked embarrassed at the request. Usually I'd gag at the prospect of cuddling someone, but he's very special to me, and I love hugging him.

I smile at him and cup his face "You can have as many hugs as you want, mi amor. Don't be afraid to ask me that. Come here" I gently wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my chest, careful not to cause any unnecessary discomfort.

"I know you're still not feeling the best, my lovely. But I'll make you all better soon I promise. It's the weekend so we can spend the next few days together." He smiled and I reciprocated, holding even tighter to my chest.

"Are you feeling okay sensory wise?" He signs that he's not feeling great. "Is the material for the blankets and pillows okay?" He nodded. "Is it your chest that's feeling weird?" He nods again "How does your chest feel?"

He began to speak with words this time. "Umm it still feels little bit tight. I still have shortness of breath." I nod at his words.

"Can you sit up for me? I'm gonna have a listen to your chest, sweet boy" he did as I asked. I took the stethoscope from around my neck and put in my ears, warming up the diaphragm against my palm for his comfort.

I placed the stethoscope onto his chest to listen. "Is that too cold, sweetheart?" He shook his head and I smiled, kissing his temple shortly afterwards. His heart was racing, at least 90bpm.

"Hey, sweet boy it's okay. Are you panicking a little?" He nods his head frantically, his chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing became more rapid. He began to stim, tapping his knees and playing with his fingers. He's gonna have a meltdown.

His heart rate had risen more, so has his breathing. "Oh sweetheart come here" I cooed. He leaned sideways into my shoulder, my arms securing his body. "We'll rock together while I listen to your heart so I can calm you down. Does that sound okay, my love?" He nodded and snuggled into me further.

His body was shaking a tremendous amount, as though his entire nervous system was in overdrive. I held him close to me while listening to his chest, wanting to hear his heartbeat slow down while I rocked him. "Shhhh you're okay, Y/N. You're okay. I've got you. You're safe in my arms." I reassured, hoping it would slow down his heart rate.

"I'm sorry!" He cried into me.

"What an earth for, my love?" I haven't the faintest idea why he's so upset.

"I'm sorry for not getting better. I'm such a burden, taking up all your time to look after me. I'm so sorry Wednesday!" My heart broke. I could never be mad at him for needing me to take care of him, he's sick and needs his partner to help him.

"Shh shh shh I'm not mad at you, mi amor. I could never be mad. Your illness is just being stubborn is all, it's not your fault." I say whilst holding him, rocking him gently, listening to the sound of his heart slow down at my reassuring words.

"You're doing so well, my love. Your heart is calming down a bit too. Take deep breaths for me, I'll do them with you." He followed my deep breathing techniques, his heart slowed because of it which caused relief to flow through me.

His heart rate became steady enough for my liking. Now that he was more relaxed, it was time to listen to his breathing. I moved the stethoscope down to his ribs to listen to the lung sounds. "A couple more deep breaths for me, sweet boy." He followed my instructions, the crackling in his lungs was still present, but not as prominent as last night.

I took off my stethoscope and put it around my neck. "You're lungs are clearing a bit, which means your condition is definitely improving." I feel his forehead to get a gauge of his temperature. "Your temp is lower too. How's your stomach feeling?"

"A little better than last night, still hurts a bit though." He says while still snuggled in my arms. I nod at his words and lean him onto his back, preparing some medicine for him.

I pour the medicine onto a spoon, he grimaced as he did so. "Alright darling open up" he sighed and reluctantly opened his mouth, accepting the spoonful of medicine. I patted his back to make the consumption of the horrible spoonful more bearable to swallow.

"Good job, Y/N. Are you feeling more relaxed now, my love?" He nods, but unable to talk. "Are you feeling non-verbal?" He nods again. "That's okay, you can sign if you want to. Can I take your blood pressure again?" He nodded and I kissed him on the cheek gently.

"Stick your arm out, my love" he does as he's told and I wrap the cuff around his bicep, making sure it's not too tight. "Does that feel okay?" He gave a thumbs up as response to my question. I put the stethoscope back in my ears, placing the diaphragm on the crook of his elbow where the brachial artery is located. I began squeezing the pump.

I stopped pumping the cuff and listened, his blood pressure had definitely improved. "130/86, better than last night. You're getting better my love" I smile softly and kiss his forehead. A sense of relief washes over Y/N. I put the stethoscope back around my neck and took the cuff off his arm.

"I know you probably won't feel better for atleast a couple days, maybe even a week. But, once you're all better I'll take you anywhere you want. The harvest festival is on soon. I know you don't like crowds but I promise I'll keep you safe and protected. We can get ice cream too" He smiled brightly which I happily reciprocated.

I cupped his face, my thumb rubbing in circles on his cheek. "But, like I said, we can go anywhere you want. My treat for being such a good patient" I open my arms for him rest his head against my chest, he gladly accept my embrace and moved himself to be held in my grasp as I sat on his bedside.

"I love you, Wednesday" He mumbled against my chest.

"I love you too, mi amor. My special boy" I kiss the top of his head and held him tight, not wanting this moment to end.

A/N

Thanks for reading this fic. I know Wednesday is quite out of character here which may be jarring to some people. If you'd like more stories where Wednesday is really gentle only for Y/N, please let me know.

[legacyshenanigans]

All the boys waking up with wavy heads from potion shenanigans the night before (Hungover basically)🤣

Sebastian: *rolls over in his bed coming face to face with Leander* URGH?! *kicks him out of bed*

Leander: *lands on the floor ontop of Amit* Oi?! What did you do that for?! ARGH, my head!

Amit: *groans* Get off me please....

Leander: Sorry Amit, blame sallow.. *crawls across the floor over to Garreth, who's spread out on a sofa snoring, with Everett curled up in ball next to him*

Sebastian: Why the fuck were you in my bed? OOOH GOD, I feel like death..

Ominis: *popping up from the covers on the other side of Sebastian* Me too..

Sebastian: AAHH! Jesus..Where did you come from?

Ominis: *confused blinking* ...I dont know. Stop talking...*grabs his own head in agony*

Leander: How the hell should I know why I was in your bed!? Garreth..Hey Garreth, wake up.

Garreth: *lazily* Sleeeeeeep

Leander: No, come on *pats his face*

Garreth: *Opens one eye* Fuck off..

Amit: *sits up too quickly* Oh god..I shouldn't of done that! Uuuurgh..Whoevers idea that was last night is a fool..

Everett: *stretches out his arm and hits Garreth in the face*

Garreth: Fuck *grumpy mumble as he sits up*

Everett: Oh! Sorry!

Ominis: Everett shhhh, no shouting, I beg of you.

Everett: ...*whispers* Sorry

Leander: Are you ok Garreth?

Garreth: *face like a moody child* Fuck...Off...All of you.

Sebastian: *chuckles* OooOooh look at you, don't think I've ever seen you so grumpy.

Leander: ooof..I'm hungry.

Sebastian: Make yourself useful and go and grab us all some food then..

Leander: Get your own damn food Sallow! I can barely stand right now though..

Amit: .....What time is it?

Everett: 10 o clock.

Amit: ....Oh no. Oh nononono.

Ominis: What's wrong?

Amit: I have an exam today.....

Sebastian: Shiiiiit *laughs* what time?

Amit: Half an hour ago..

Leander: Pffftt! *laughs*

Amit: I don't know why you're laughing Leander....We're in the same level for charms class. So you had an exam too.

Leander: .....What?!

Garreth: *flinches awake from falling asleep again from Leanders shout*

Sebastian: Paaaaahahahahaha!!!!

Ominis: *irritated moan as he puts a finger over Sebastians mouth* Shhhhh, *snuggles into his back still sleepy*

Sebastian: *whispers* Ominis..Don't cuddle me in front of everyone.

Ominis: SHHHHHH. My head hurts.

Everett: What are you two doing over there?

Sebastian: Listen its not what it looks like, he's not well ok, shut up.

Garreth: NONE of us are WELL..I feel like absolute shit...

~

[simsstuph]

Owen rushed up to her and grabbed her, hugging her. Delilah pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes tightly.

Owen whispering: I'm not mad. I'm upset you didn't think to tell me sooner, like the day you found out maybe. Definitely not mad. You don't get to walk away Deli. Not this time.

Delilah: Owen I--

Owen: Shhhh, listen to me. I'm not mad. I'm here.

Delilah felt like a bus lifted off of her. She wrapped her arms around him and they began swaying slowly back and forth.

DJ: Allll right all you lovers make your way out to the dance floor for our last dance of the night. Even the ones without a partner, get out there and dance with your invisible dates. Congrats class of 2002, it has been a pleasure DJ'ing your prom! (plays last dance by Diana Ross)

Delilah lifted her head and looked at Owen: I wanted to tell you, but it's scary..

Owen: I know all too well about keeping secrets for the sake of being scared. You don't need to explain Deli. Just know I'm here, 100% here.

They hugged. This hug was different then the other thousands of hugs they've shared over the last few years. It had more meaning, neither of them had an explanation for it. Delilah wasn't sure what the hell she was feeling in the moment, but she knew Owen was here and for now.. That was enough.

[maymayandthehog]

OKAY. I GUESS THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH. LOOK, LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR UP FRONT, OK? I'M NOT TRYING TO DO SOME KIND OF BACK DOOR STUNT HERE, LOOKING TO WEASEL INTO A PLACE WHERE I ALREADY KNOW I'M NOT WANTED SO I CAN GET "ACCESS" OR WHATEVER. I'M SO OVER THE WHOLE MESS. I DON'T HAVE "REVENGE ON MY MIND" OR A "COMEBACK TOUR" OR WHATEVER. HAD TIME, BEEN FORCED THROUGH INVOLUNTARY PSYCHIATRIC CONFINEMENT, HAD MY WHOLE HISTORY DOXXED ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ALL THAT JAZZ.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CIRCLE THE WAGONS. I WANTED TO MOVE ON BUT ONE OF THE BIZILLION UNIVERSAL VARIANTS OF YOUR GRUNKLE JUST CRASHED INTO MY LIVING ROOM, AND HE WANTS TO MAKE A DEAL WITH ME, AND I'M... NEVER MIND. THIS ISN'T YOUR PROBLEM.

(@annoyangle)

Candy, cut the stream.

"What? But we haven't even gotten to the Caps for Capybaras segment yet—"

I said cut the stream!

---

She pushed back in her seat, wheels scraping against the floor as they fought desperately against the decade's worth of grime, rust, and sugar gumming up their axles.

Candy and Grenda exchanged a look. The emails were blind printed in advance in order to provide a truly authentic host reaction. There had always been some level of risk involved in this, and over the years they had received a few oddball questions (typically signed with a cursive double G), but this was the first time they had to kill a stream mid-response.

One of the capybaras chittered to itself. Grenda set a large box of hats down on the table next to it, and gave it a stern shhhh.

"NOT NOW. THE HOST IS THINKING."

Mabel stood, the abrupt movement nearly sending her chair toppling backwards. Clapping her hands together, she turned to face the two, and gave both a slightly strained smile.

"Girls! It's been a long day, right? We've all worked hard. Grenda, you carried all SIX of those capybaras up here on your shoulders! I know my back would be screaming!"

"MY MUSCLES ARE LIKE IRON, BUT EVEN IRON CAN BREAK," Grenda wearily agreed.

"It's important to remember to bend with your knees," said Candy. She looked a bit uncertain. "Perhaps we could take a short rest..."

"Great!" Mabel began folding the print out, and slid the paper into her back pocket. "We have the capybaras until tomorrow morning. Let's meet early and we can hammer out the rest of today's shoot. It wont be a live audience, but, I mean, given our track record, I think our fans will find it in their hearts to forgive us—"

"Ah, yes, of course, but, Mabel—"

"I mean, twelve years and not a single missed episode. I'd say that's pretty good!"

"Yes, it's excellent, but Mabel—"

"And it's not like we didn't save the world or anything! If nothing else, they gotta cut us some slack for that, right?!"

"Mabel!"

"Errr.... yes, Candy?"

"It's okay. We don't have to finish the episode. We are just... worried! The question—it seemed to upset you."

"Oh," Mabel faltered a bit. Her hand hovered briefly over the small, paper rectangle, then dropped at her side. "No, I'm okay. Just... a lot to think about, you know? School's starting Tuesday and I still have so much to do... Just your typical pre-class jitters. Every teacher gets 'em!”

“You don't.”

Mabel circled out from behind the table, so that she could throw an arm around Candy's shoulders and begin steering her towards the door. “Haha, what can I say? You’re looking at a more mature Mabel this year! With age comes anxiety! I guess it’s bad enough that one weird email was enough to throw me off my game. But I'll be better tomorrow, promise."

"Hmm,” hmmed Candy.

"I'll let you take the capybaras home,” Mabel offered, weakly.

"YEAHHH! CAPYBARAS!" Grenda flung her fists into the air. "THEY'RE LIKE BUNNIES THAT YOU CAN RIDE!" She reached down and grabbed one of the rodents by its mid-section, then hauled it up over her shoulders. It squeaked.

Candy turned towards her, alarmed. "Your knees, Grenda! Use your knees!"

As Grenda barreled out of the room and down the creaking stairwell, Candy gave Mabel a final look. "Well, so long as you're sure... I suppose we can finish Sunday." She looked down at the five remaining animals. "And they are very cute."

"They're soooooo cute.”

"Okay. Sunday. What time?"

"Uhhh... I'll text you?"

"Right." For a moment, the ghost of a frown weighed down Candy's features, but dissipated as she seemed to reach a decision. Carefully, she began to usher the rest of the capybaras into the hall. "Okay, capybaras. This way."

"Bye, Candyyyy!"

"Goodbye, Mabel. Let us know if you need to talk. Our ears are always open."

"Yeah..." Mabel waved, still smiling as the lock clicked into place. "I know."

Standing in the now empty attic, Mabel sighed and glanced towards the streaming set up. The light were still on, the boom mic still stood by her seat. She navigated back to the table, bent, and unplugged the powerstrip. The lights shut off.

"Okay, Bill," she said, straightening. "I know you're here. Let's talk."

[jannahime]

Fates intertwined

Gojo Satoru x OC|Satoru Gojo x OC|Satoru Gojo|

Synopsis: a fanfic story I've been working on for JJK.

Word count: 709

The Saitou family is world renowned for always being a powerful family for producing the most powerful heirs. Once the only daughter was born it became clear right away who the superior heir is as she stood next to her older brothers.

At the age of 10 she was already sent out on missions by her grandfather who was the head of her family. She would never disappoint when completing her missions. She always brought back a souvenir to show she had completed her mission weather if it was a limb from the target that was supposed to be annihilated or an organ.

At the age of 16 she became her family's top warrior. However at Jujutsu tech she was known as the second strongest. The Gojo Family were known to have a powerful son named Satoru Gojo.

Apparently the two knew each other very well to the fact that they would fight each other everyday. "Ugh.... you're lucky....I'm not using my full power Satoru Gojo! This would be a blood bath!" Laughed Isana manically as she panted heavily from her fight with Gojo.

"Ha ha hahaha! You're nothing but talk Isanahime....ugh!" Was all Gojo said as Isana managed to punch him in the gut tackling him straight to the ground.

The crowd of students around that were chanting for them suddenly stopped and were now in awe and shock by Isana's power.

"AMAZING! SHE GOT THROUGH HIS INFINITY!" Yelled one of the students in awe.

"How did she...manage to do that?" Thought Suguru to himself as he seemed shocked about all of this.

"Well....we should help him...but then again....I want to see how far Isana goes." Spoke Shoko nonchalantly as she smoked her cigarette.

Suguru laughed nervously. Isana was on top of Gojo punching him in the face not letting him breathe.

"ISANA!" Bellowed a firm stoic voice that made Isana jump.

Everyone that was surrounding both her and Gojo quickly ran away to their classes.

"*O-Ojisama I-" (*Grandfather in respect.)

"Get off the poor fool and get to the principals office now!" Bellowed Isana's grandfather with a harsh tone.

"But I didn't start it-

"NOW! OR ELSE!" Roared her grandfather with rage.

Isana only nodded her head and did what she was told.

"Wooooh! Man! What a rush! She got me really good-"

"YOU TOO YOUNG MAN! HEAD TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!" Bellowed Isana's grandfather again.

"Ugh! I get it! Stop screaming! Jeez!" Spoke Gojo all irritated.

Isana and Gojo were in the same room being scolded by her father who was the principal of their school.

"Isana....Satoru....why do the two of you insist on fighting each other almost everyday? What is it that the two of you are hoping for? That the other one will submit to the other one? This is ridiculous and getting out of hand!" Yelled Isana's father principal and elder Takahiro Saitou.

"Daddy it wasn't my fault-"

"Shhhh! I don't want to hear it Isanahime...the only way you two are going to understand how to get along is by working together on a mission. Satoru Gojo! If you do these missions with my daughter and convince me that you can work your differences I will consider changing your school record to a B- to get your family off your back." Replied Takahiro with a firm tone.

"I'll do it. Replied Gojo with confidence as he then winked at Isana.

"Urk!.....Urk!" Isana began to gag.

Gojo just glared at her. "I MEAN IT YOU TWO!" Yelled Takahiro with rage.

"Yes daddy." Replied Isana quietly.

"Tch...yes sir." Spoke Gojo mockingly.

The two went out on a mission together the next day. Isana walked quietly to the destination by herself seeing as she didn't wait for Gojo.

Gojo was already irritated enough that once he caught up with her he got in front of her and glared at her getting down to her level.

"What?" She asked bitterly.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" Asked Gojo irritated.

Isana just sighed. "Are you going to continue to cry like a big baby or are you going to do this mission?" Replied Isana bitterly.

Gojo continued to glare at her and fumed. Isana just walked away.

To be continued: ............

[1986harrington]

Day 14: Library Touching

"I didn't know history class gave you such a hard on, Stevie." You persisted with the teasing, hand sliding down from where it had been fisted in the front of his sweater to palm over the front of his jeans. "Trust me, baby," He said through a groan, bottom lip between his teeth as his forehead fell forward against yours. "That's all you." "Mhmm," You hummed, your hips finding a rhythm against his thigh that was still wedged between your legs, pinning you against the wall.

"You know, when you asked me if I wanted to look at 'freaky' stuff together, this is not what I thought you meant."

Your head fell back with a laugh, leaning against him as he stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder. The laugh that slipped from you was a little too loud, given you were in a library, and earned you both a shhhh from the group of students sitting nearby.

"Behave yourself, Harrington. You knew exactly what I meant. Max and El needed help researching this folklore project for Mr Hinson's class, and you know what a hardass he is. Their project need to be a hundred times better than everyone elses."

"Fine," He groaned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before untangling himself from around you.

"Wh- where are you going?" You whispered, confused as Steve walked around to stand in front of you.

"You'll see." He said with a grin, that very one that reached all the way to his eyes and that you could never say no to. You set the book you'd been flipping through down on the table, old black and white photos of various ghouls and monsters long forgotten as your boyfriend took you by the hand.

He hushed you as you continued to whisper questions, weaving your way through rows of books and journals and filing cabinets until you reached the very back of the library, dark and secluded and far enough away that none of the other students could see or hear.

"Steve," You laughed breathlessly as he spun you, your hair spilling wildly down around your shoulders as your back came into contact with the shelving behind you. "What are we doing back here?"

"C'mon now, princess. Use your imagination." His grin grew wider, his palms warm and wide on your side, sliding up from your hips until his fingertips were pushing under the hem of your sweater, finding an expanse of warm, bare skin. His leg slotted itself inbetween yours almost on instinct, adjusting until he was pressing up against you just right and you didn't even feel the harsh ridge of the shelf digging into your back anymore.

"You can't be serious," You whispered, more breathless when he dipped his head to mouth along your jaw and down your throat.

"What d'you mean? Everyone knows they keep the good stuff up the back. I'm just thinking of Mr Hinson and-" Steve began, before laughter erupted from you both and he tried to back track.

"Hey, no. Hey! You know what I meant, alright-"

"That you're thinking about Mr Hinson whilst you've got your hand up my shirt?" You replied teasingly, pressing a kiss to his mouth that was still scrambling to form an explanation.

"I, no, what I was trying to say was-"

"I didn't know history class gave you such a hard on, Stevie." You persisted with the teasing, hand sliding down from where it had been fisted in the front of his sweater to palm over the front of his jeans.

"Trust me, baby," He said through a groan, bottom lip between his teeth as his forehead fell forward against yours. "That's all you."

"Mhmm," You hummed, your hips finding a rhythm against his thigh that was still wedged between your legs, pinning you against the wall.

His mouth was on yours then, tongue pushing against the seem of your lips and licking into you. You whined and moaned and honestly you should have been at least a little embarassed, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Steve swore praises into your mouth between breaths, one hand fully under your shirt now, palming your tits over the soft lace of your bra while the other gripped the curve of your waist, holding you firmly in place against his leg.

You had slipped a hand underneath his sweater, pushing up his back and then dragging your nails back down just how he liked. The other was in his hair, keeping his mouth in place against yours but tugging him back when you needed to breathe.

You weren't sure how long you both carried on like this, kissing and panting and shifting against the other until you felt Steve's hand slide from under your top, down your waist, over your hip and to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and bracing you against the wall.

"I-, fuck, Steve, we can't-"

"Sure we can," He breathed, pausing to suck a bruise just below your ear and you felt your eyes roll back a little, "No one ever comes back here."

"But- but this is a library, there's- shit, that feels good - there's people back there."

"Yeah, but they're boring and super interested in their books, so if you're real quiet, they'll never know."

You laughed breathily, a little darkly. "You know I'm not very good at that."

He returned your laugh, dragging his mouth from your neck back up to yours and brushing your nose with his. "Think of this an opportunity to practice."

You pulled your lip between your teeth, your eyes glassy as they gazed up at him under your lashes, contemplating.

"Only if you want to. No pressure." He assured with a kiss, sweet and chaste against your mouth.

Fuck it.

"You're sure no one comes up here?"

He nodded silently, his hair a mess and cheeks flushed and painfully hard against his zipper.

"You're a fucking menace, Harrington." You breathed, mouth falling forward to meet his again as your hands started working on his belt.

"Jesus, fuck, I love you." He mumbled against you, hands pushing your skirt up around your waist, tugging your underwear to the side as yours pulled his buckle free and quickly unzipped his jeans just enough for him to pull himself out.

"Fuck, baby, please," You pleaded, suddenly only focused on having him inside you.

"I know, I know, princess- fuck, you're so wet, Jesus."

"Mhmm, please, please," You mumbled into his mouth, your hips rutting against his hand that he'd slipped between you both.

"Shit, fuck, yesyesyes, fuck," Your head fell back, and you clamped one hand over your mouth to quieten yourself.

"Quiet, baby, quiet," He soothed, voice ragged.

"I'm trying, I'm trying so hard but fuck, it feels so good."

"Are you close? I'm not gonna last, baby, need t'know if you're close."

When you opened your eyes, his were squeezed shut, bottom lip between his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, so close, please."

"Thank god," He groaned, slipping his fingers from you and you whined at the loss, but the sound cut off in your throat when he pushed into you and you bit down on your own hand as you shuddered against him.

"You're incredible, shit- shit, so tight. I'm gonna come, fuck."

"Waitwaitwait, not yet, please, just - harder, just a little bit more, pleasepleaseplease," You begged, lash line wet with tears of anticipation.

His grip on your thighs was brusing now, both your hands clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into the tanned skin there.

"That's it, fuck , right there, God," You whined when he shifted you just a little higher and hit that spot right where you needed him.

"I- I'm, I'm, ohmygod-" You didnt't need to finish the sentence, you clenched down around him instead, going silent as tears spilled down over your hot cheeks. No more than a second or two later, Steve followed, hips stuttering and stilling as his whole body trembled against yours. He panted into you neck, slick with a sheen of sweat and you went limp against him, legs spasming against his waist and you couldn't find the breath to speak.

Maybe a minute or so later, you felt him slip out of you, and it brought you back to reality, your bleary eyes trying to focus on his.

"Y'okay?" He breathed against your lips, pressing a sweet kiss there and you smiled weakly, nodding as your eyes fluttered closed again.

He gave you a second before he loosened his hold on you, setting you on your feet but letting you lean against him until the feeling returned to your legs. You puled you underwear back into place, adjusted your skirt and tucked your sweater back in whilst Steve adjusted his jeans and fastened his belt. You both were quiet for a second, minds still reeling and once you were both presentable again, you looked at him for a second before laughing.

"What?" He asked, laughing back but looking confused. You flushed, your hands over your face as if you were suddenly embarrassed and he took hold of your wrists, tugging them away so he could see you.

"What were we doing here again?" You asked genuinely, mind blank except for the tingling that was still running through your body.

[nytehavyn-circle]

Aloysius Thompson

FC: Viggo Mortensen Sexuality: [Wait, this guy has a sexuality?] [Is 'cat lady' a sexuality?] Age: [REDACTED] [Alright, so why is this redacted? We're not allowed to know anyone's age now? How does that comprom-] [It's a spy thing. Shhhh.] Height: 5'11' Species: Human Occupation: Spy [Yeah, but he's really bad at it.]

In 19XX, Aloysius Thompson was born to parents, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. He wasn't a very bright child, showing a fascination with playing in the cat's litter box. [Well, that explains that...]

Despite all the love and education his parents gave to him, Aloysius still remained, well, dumb. Oh, he was a loving, good-hearted, and good-natured young man, he just wasn't very good at anything else.

But he became enraptured by his dad's life - that of a spy! From a young age, he thought, "Hey, I want to be a spy, too!" even if this was a particularly bad idea.

[Wait. Wait, wait. I just noticed something... This guy is ****** son?] [Well, yeah, it's how he got the job. But, hush, that'll be coming up son.]

After years of training with his father, Aloysius was still bad at spy stuff. His dad sent him to the best spy trainers, and it did no good. Aloysius was terrible.

But, the agency owed his father a huge favor, due to [REDACTED][CENSORED][REDACTED].

[*sound of record scratching*]

[WAIT, WHAT DID HIS DAD DO??] [I dunno. It was never discussed.] [Aw, man, this is bull*beep*! ...Why was I censored?] [New rules. All reports now have a "no-cursing" policy.] [Oh, That's a crock of *beep*!]

The Agency spent massive amounts of money on Aloysuis' training. Even going so far as to send him to [REDACTED] in [REDACTED]. In fact, [REDACTED][REDACTED].

[REDACTED]

[REDACTED]

[Everything in this report is being redacted... *sigh*] [Yeah, that's the new spy policy now. Can't say too much.] [I highly doubt anyone is looking for this guy, honestly.]

He failed everything. Especially disguises class. He was terrible at disguises. Everyone looked a variation of the same - himself. His accents were terrible, as well, coming out sounding like some vaguely Americanized Racist Asian Stereotype from those old TV movies we all loved when we were kids, but realized, as we got older [REDACTED].

[We're doing this now. Really? *sips coffee*] [Another Agency Spy policy. No politics in reports.] [What if the report is political in nature? Because spy work is usually political in nature... *sips more coffee*] [Hmm. That's an interesting point.] [One giant black page, huh?]

But, regardless, Aloysius Thompson became a spy. Finally. To the annoyance of all involved. Except Aloysius. He was happy. So was his father. Kind of.

Now, [REDACTED] years later, Aloysius is one of the Agency's worst spies. Having only ever completed a mission by sheer luck, with help from the Agency, whatever guardian angels might exist, and squirrels.

[...Squirrels?] [We're not allowed to talk about it.]

But still, he presses on and so forth!

Unfortunately.

He now lived alone, in a modest home, with his 27 cats. Seriously, they sleep on his bed and he sleeps on the floor. Oh, well. Guess that's not so bad if you like cats.

I don't see why he can't share the bed, though? I mean, a bunch of kitty snuggles sounds better than a hard floor [REDACTED FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!]

[Are we done yet?] [Are you in a hurry or are you bored?] [Oh, I'm fascinated by this guy's "history." >>SARCASM DETECTED<< ...Seriously, I need to get home. My [REDACTED][REDACTED]. ... ARE YOU FU*BEEP* KIDDING ME? *sounds of stuff being thrown* THEY'RE REDACTING US NOW?] [Well. Agency Spy Policy. Too much information.] [...I'm going home, lock up when you're finished. *door slams*]

[... ... ... ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED??]

(This muse was created for shiggles. Right now, he's nothing more than comedic fodder for goofy threads. Maybe, in the future, I might expand his 'universe', so to speak, to give him more depth and more fleshing out. But for now, cannon fodder. Heh heh heh.)

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Maybe drabble: just wanna cry her POV

From HER point of view cause I'm having a bad a day.

So stressed just kinda wanted to cry out of no where. Overwhelemed and underwhelmed too many choices and not enough so I wrote a "Maybe" drabble.... choose your he. You all know who my he would be he just looks cuddly.... God I feel like I sound like a creep.

18+ just incase Comments and reblogging welcome no reposting or publishing

Warnings are: angst and fluff and sadness feeling of being overwhelmed

"Hey babe what's wrong" he sits down next to me nuding me in the shoulder playfully

"Nothing" I'm kinda solemn

"You're pouting " he smirked

"I am not"

"You are too and it's adorable as much as I love it tell me what wrong I want to help."

"I'm just I can't im so overwhelmed I'm just"

"Just what." As she talked he grew more and more concerned

"Wanna give up......... and just leave move away"

"For a second there you scared me." He let out a sigh of relief. "You had a bad day or longer but it'll get better. I'll be right here if it doesn't. And then we can move away somewhere."

"Someone will always find you." She knew it was useless

"So I'll shave my head and dye my eyebrows pink" hoping he'd get a laugh out of her.

"You shave your hair and you're dead."

It's just I just want to cry I can't do this anymore."

"Can't do what baby, I can't help unless I know whats wrong." He pulled her closer practically on his lap with his arms wrapped around her holding her as tight as he can sitting sideways /next to eachother.'

"Just work and deadlines and I dont know what to write and it's overwhelming and there too many choices and too many options and classes and then I have no idea what I'm doing." The tears finally came to the surface.

"Shhhh its ok just let it out."

So are you shushing me or telling me not to sush?

He chuckled "I'm trying to comfort you. Am I doing that bad of a job."

"Yes" I pout.

"Tell me then tell me how I could make you feel better."

"Just hold me."

"Just hold you that's its?"

"Don't let me go."

"Never he wispered into my ear.

Its so clear like a memory a memory that's a dream of a memory like a deja vu of a dream where you're having deja vu. Everything is so clear.

That's what I think he would say anyway what I wish me what I wish he would do.

I wish I he could just hold me and let me cry and he wouldn't care if his shirt got wet or if we sat there for an hour. He'd just want me to be ok. And I'm writing this my tears are falling because millions of girl wish that. Millions of people I'm no one. I'm nothing just a drop of rain in a hurricane. I think he was the man on the train but who knows maybe it just wasn't meant to be maybe I....I dont know just maybe.

Hwr Facebook status said bad day kinda wanna cry and move away and start another life

Hw read it.. his heart broke. Little did she know that that had happened that he had held her as she cried made her could hot chocolate and they snuggled. He had stayed awake all night and watched her sleep. He remembered that day all too well.

He thought if only he could be with her now...maybe one day...maybe

Tag list

@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @hawkeyes-queen @patzammit @sparklybarbarianninja

[kaiminhoe]

Sex with the god himself. Exo Kai AKA Kim Jongin x female reader.

Warning!!

This content is rated 🔞 and contains strong language, no parental guidance is advised if you are below 18 years do not read, you are putting yourself at high risk of messing up your future.

Tags

@pinktaeyeon @tenelkadjowrites @byunbaekhyunie

Intro

Well, well, well. I'm Kai & Taemin's little hoe☺️It's my first time posting and I'm new to the app, I hope I don't mess around a lot kkkkk😁.anyways Welcome, thanks for choosing to read my content, you won't regret it❤️. Before I start I want to send a big shout out to my baby Lee Taemin, congratulations for your new album #GUILTY babe. I love you, we love you a lot 🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🙌

About content

Mentions of sex, strong words, unsafe sex, a lot of kissing, private body parts and mentions of other idols.

Background

You was in class and chatting right under the desk so that your lecturer won't notice. Kai told you he had a day off because he was not feeling well he thought he caught cold. When the mathematics period was over you pretended to have period cramps and you was granted a permission to go home.

You're in the taxi cab and you keep thinking about your man, you are very worried about him because you love him so much. You both like that, with every small issue you feel as if the world is ending, you worry too much about each other. Even though you've been dating for 3 months but it feels like you've known each other for long. You took your phone to check up on him but he was offline. You was very sad and panicking. The tax finally arrived and dropped you off at Kai's gate and you get off.

You're inside Kai's house, the lounge is the first area to arrive on, as you walk on the corridor from the door you can see his shoes, his Jordan's, boots and sneakers all nicely paired in a logical way. You smiled at yourself, noticing the all-star Takkies he was wearing the second day he met you, running after you and held your hand not letting you go till the rain made you wet only because he wanted your number. You moved at the back of the couch and in the right corner it's his bedroom. You didn't bother by knocking you opened the door and entered.

Your cute baby was sitting on the bed and buttoning the sleeves of his white and blue stripped shirt. He was looking haggard, he looked at you surprised and cleared his throat. "woa! y/n, what a surprise!" you quickly went to him. Put your bag against the wall. You sat on bed and touched his forehead. "babe, how are you feeling?, did you see the doctor?“. He smiled and hold your hand." don't touch me, you will catch flue ". " come on babe, you look seriously ill, let's go and see the doctor ". You plead. He shook his head. " shhhh!, you supposed to be at school, what are you doing here this time? “. He asked. " you texted me you're not okay, I needed to see you". You said. He looked at you for a second and you can tell he's furious, but he asked politely " you skipped the class?, what in the world did you say was the reason?" you didn't reply. He then went sharp " Y/N!!". " okay, I said I was sick" you said. "they didn't call your parent?, how would they even let you out?". "I made ways okay, I told them I got period cramps, it's not a big deal. Besides I felt like you needed someone to take care of you since you're not feeling well. I'm sorry if you're not happy with me being here, I....". "shhh!," he holds both of your hands and rubs his thumbs on them, he looks directly into your eyes. "baby I'm okay really, you didn't have to do that. It's very risky you know". Now your eyes are almost watery because you want to cry and Kai is noticing it so he gave you a hug. " nah babe stop" he giggled, pulling your cheeks and tickling you. "kai stop" you said but Kai didn't. He pulls two of your ponytails and pretends to tie them together but you grabbed the pillow and smack his face. He giggled and tried to take the pillow from you but you smacked him again. He decided to take his own and smack you back. You were finally enjoying and giggling together. He smacked you hard and you lay on your back in agony but it was not very hurt, Kai would never hurt you. He hovered on you and looked into your eyes. "you are so beautiful my love". You smiled.

You looked at each other for a while and you hold the back of his neck and raise your head to meet his lips but he leaned back and shook his head. " you wanna get sick?" he asked and get a small cough. " come on babe, I want to". You replied He smiled and get close to you, your lips meet his and you had a long kiss. It's been a long time since you guys kissed, you haven't seen him for a week already therefore you missed him a lot. He started to hold you very close to him and kissed you passionately. You hold onto his shoulders and run your hands down his back. He goes down to kiss your neck. He loosened your tie and kissed your neck. He pulls off and lays by your side trying to hold himself. You shifted to keep yourself attached to him. You wrapped your arm around his small waist, he smiled and closed his eyes. "I think it's cold". You said as you pull the comforter and cover yourselves up. By accident your finger reached his bottoms and you felt that he was hard but you immediately removed your hand from your thighs. You smiled at yourself and turned his face to look at you. He opened his eyes.

"please kiss me Kai". You said politely. "mmh?" he asked. "kiss me". You said. He did as you wish, you lay on top of him and stroke his hair while kissing him. You unbuttoned his shirt and he squeezed your butt, your mini skirt is almost upwards revealing your white panties. Kai turn you over so that you he's over you. You reached for his trousers touching him down there. He holds your hand to stop you. "no baby, you are still young". He said. "babe I'm all yours please have your way, I am ready now". "not now babe, I don't mind waiting for you till you're ready". He said. "I am ready now Kai, you're the one I want. I only want you to see my nakedness, you're worth it".

Kai blushed and he got nervous so he lay his head on your shoulder, with his face buried on your chest. You can feel his warm lips touching your Tees and you can tell he was smiling. You played with his hair and giggled. He looks back at you, "are you sure you're ready?" he asked. While caressing your revealed figure. "more than ready" you said cheerfully. He removed your Tees and you helped him remove your skirt. He watched you laying down for few seconds and bites his lower lip. Your heart was beating out of control over excitement. You placed your hand on your mouth because you was shy he'll notice how excited you were about the whole sex thing. He removed his jammies and remained with the underwear. You looked at him as he stood up to get a white towel. Seeing his sexy body, the way his walk just got sexier than it used to be, his glowing tan skin is something else you just wanna bite him you don't care about the first time problems anymore, you just can't wait for him to fuck you already. He gets back to bed and his black Balenciaga underwear exposing the size of his dick is making you sweat on its own.

He puts the towel underneath you and get back to kissing you again. This time he's kissing you fast and squeezing both of your boobs, you whining because he does this so great and his lips are soft and nice. He gives you two bites on your chest and removed your bra. He kissed the nipple of your right boob while his free hand runs up and down your naked body. He removed your panties and placed kisses on your waist, down to your inner thighs,this was giving you chills all over your body. He separated your thighs and kissed you in between, he looked at you and raised his eyebrow, you got the message and nodded in response. He gave you kisses on your pussy. He slowly moved his finger to your cunt while licking your clit. You stroked his hair backwards trying to keep yourself focused but you keep getting numb and numb, what he's doing to you feels so good, it blows your mind away.

He runs his tongue on your cunt and slowly pushing his finger to your entrance. You slowly become cautious because it was a bit uncomfortable. Kai keeps licking your pussy and he pushed his finger further. You was tight as fuck and his finger was painful but you tolerated because it was good. When his finger was finally deep inside you, you started moaning louder, Kai kissed your lips and you moaned on the kiss. You didn't like the taste of his lips now that he just finished kissing your pussy, he put the second finger and you lay your head on his shoulder so you cannot moan louder. He removed his finger from your wetness and kissed your neck, eats your ear, he looks at you and gave you a smirk. You smiled at how cute he looked. "you're so beautiful my baby" he said. "you beautiful too oppa". You both giggle, you're focusing on his cute face as his rubbs his dick on your pussy, this felt amazing you didn't want him to stop. You closed your eyes and hissed. "mmmmh, mmmmh, yes babe, awwwh! Kai" you whined "mmh? You love how it feels baby?" he asked. "mmh, don't stop baby, I love it, it feels so good kai mmh!" as you still enjoying it Kai pushed his dick to your entrance and you screamed in agony. That is extremely painful. You immediately opened your eyes to see, you almost adjacent his dick but he puts you back in position. " babe, I didn't even put it yet " he complained. You closed your mouth and laid back. "please be careful" you plead. "I promise" he said and kissed your lips, he pushed his dick again, you screamed a lot and tears started falling down your soft cheeks. Kai holds your things to keep you from moving. "babe, come on only the tip is in, look". He said "baby it's hurts" you said. "I'm sorry my angel, I will be very gentle this time okay?". He said, you nodded and he pushed it in, you cried but he continued pushing. You felt as if your pussy was tearing, as if someone put chillies in it, you screaming, kai groaning, you're both sweating from all the tension happening. With just a few thrusts Kai reached his climax and accidentally cum inside of you finishing the rest of his cum on the towel. He laid beside you facing the ceiling to catch his breath. In few minutes He cleaned himself up and cleaned you too, he saw that you was bleeding and felt very bad.

Someone started singing Justin Bieber's despacito in the launge all the way to the kitchen. "ohh, that's Taemin, thank goodness he came I will send him to the shop, he must buy us pads". You are just quite and thinking, kai held your chin to face his direction. "now you don't love me anymore?" he asked with a worried face, you smiled at him and gave him a small kiss, "more than before, I don't need pads. I should be leaving now" you said. He blushed. "let me run you a bath". He said and grabbed your skirt and wear it, you both laughed. He exit to the bathroom. Meanwhile Taemin opened the door, without minding he entered with a bowl of food on his hand, he's already chewing some. "Jongin-ah!" he called, he opened his eyes widely when he saw you instead, luckily you already wrapped yourself with a towel. He looked at your clothes down the floor and smiled at you cutely and said. "I'm.. I'm sorry I entered at the wrong time, is Kai around?". You nodded. Kai entered. "Taemin-ah, what are you doing in my room?" posing a fist to him, Taemin laughed. "come on, don't blame me. I'm used to entering anyhow because no one is visiting you". They laughed. "I'll be at the kitchen" he said "not kitchen, lounge" said Kai, they laughed. Kai picks you up to the bathroom and puts you in the bath cube. When you thought he will exit, your Kai started bathing you. You couldn't help but smiled at him. He gave you a little kiss, "will you marry me?". He asked. You chuckled, " I do". He pulled your ears you both giggled.

[dreamy-diva]

You and your boyfriend, Satoru decided to go to library to study , sitting on a far away bench near the window opening the books. He is explaining the questions you didn't get in the class , but your mind couldn't concentrate. "Are you okay , sweetheart you are not paying attention" he said examining your face , brushing your lone strand of hair . "I'm okay it's just so silent " you said , there was a slight shade of pink on your cheeks. "Are you having fever or something, we can cancel this and go home" he said not knowing the wild fantasies you are playing in your head , you always have thought of doing so inappropriate in places like Library because it's so thrilling. "I'm okay Satoru it's just umm -"

"I know I think I have an idea how to keep you concentrated you know I'm very strict in studies and your mind is clearly wandering somewhere" he whispered into your eyes so seductively , eyeing you up and down

" What is your idea " you said hesitantly , you thought it's best to find a way to concentrate rather than daydreaming.

He slid his hands down your skirt making lazy circle on your upper thighs, you looked into your eyes only to find a smirk in his face exactly knowing what he is doing "Satoru it's not a place to do these things " .

"Right , I know that but it's the best way to keep you concentrated , now read the first question and give me the answer" he is so close to you , how in the world it will keep you concentrated "Satoru I can't" , you gasped , his hands slid down into your panty , "oh my , you are already so wet what are you daydreaming about, darling, huh about how I will fuck you right here and now , full of people studying here and you are wet for me , my hands on your cunt , this is so thrilling, na" his fingers slipping inside , making you moan "shhhh ,u have to keep quiet u don't want other people to know how you are so in mercy for me" , slipping in and out , fast , then sloppy, making you drive crazy , face flushed , making sure not to make sounds .

"Satoru hngh ....please" , you whispered, trying your best to keep it quiet , you placed your hands against his bulge part, which is struggling to come and fuck you right here , "oh darling keep your hands on the table , understood , it's your concentrating session not mine " , you have no choice but to obey him as he fingering you fast , then slow, gasping , little moans , squirming, it's all making him so excited , his face full of smug "Now now , concentrate , give me the answer of second question" , he whispering so low and hot , making you loose your goddamn mind .

"Satoru , I think I'm gonna .....hngh"

"Shhhh ..keep it low " his smile so sadistic enjoying every part of it , hitting your g spot , in out , circling , up and down. "I can't I'm gonna cum....hngh...." , he pulled out his hands, making you leave in this mess , you glared him "sweetheart let's go somewhere private " he smirked, licking his fingers full of your juices

"You taste divine, Ma'am~"

[chaos-has-theories]

4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42

(Numbers chosen at random, no idea what questions these correspond to)

Weirder asks

Thank you!! Took this as an opportunity to ramble at length. You have been warned.

4. Which cryptid being do you believe in?

Listen, it is complicated.

I was raised in a type of Christian Animism. I have vaguely dabbled in Paganism since I was thirteen and and researching for a presentation on witches (historical) and instead found witches (modern). If pressed, I would identify as agnostic. I study literature with a focus on folklore and took supplemental classes in science of religion and egyptology.

All of this only works if I sharpen my Alar like I am the zumil and the world my kolee, until my mind is the box that Mr. Schrödinger locked his kitten into.

What Cryptid do I believe in? All of them. None of them. The ghost that lives in the linen closet at [hotel name redacted]. Frau Perchta, who is Frau Holle, who is god, who is dead. Myself. "Apotheosis can happen to everyone, although.... the idea of being godlike may be attractive, being an actual god is less so." (London Review of Books, February 2022)

8. How many water bottles are in your room right now?

SO MANY. I always have one by my bed and one in my backpack, and I'm not sure if it counts but a glass carafe on my desk. But of course then there's my backup glass bottle, and the ~7 PET bottles in varying sizes that I keep with my bags for cases of "I want to bring an extra bottle for my friend" or for isotonic or energy drinks or JUST IN CASE, okay.

If I don't have a water bottle with me at all times, I simply die. It is what it is.

15. Are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

Well no, but actually yes. Technically speaking? Absolutely not and thank the stars for that. Right now and in a broader sense? Yeah, kind of.

Look, I have two younger siblings who are ~10 years younger than me. I feel very, very responsible for them. I am at all times trying to make up for the things my parents are doing wrong. Right now they are off hiking somewhere for a week, so my older sibling and me are taking care of the kids (who are solidly teenagers but shhhh). It means cooking and cleaning and helping my sib go to bed without getting lost in the sauce and being emotional support and doing the are you winning son and the did you remember to drink some water. It's exhausting and it's rewarding and I love them so much. They are SWEET and KIND and AMAZING and TALENTED and I feel like that statement alone qualifies me as an honorable parent. So there.

16. Can you drive?

Nope. I've been "meaning" to learn for a few years now, but what am I gonna do, get a car? Har har.

Sth sth speaking from a place of privilege (comfortable seat on functional public transportation): it just seems like a lot of hassle and money just to drive a handful of times a year. Maybe I'll learn someday. Maybe this summer. Maybe never.

23. How do you feel about chilly weather?

For various reasons my body at all times demands

- a tight underlayer, preferably with sleeves (for autism reasons, probably. Without pressure my skin will start screaming like a freshly unearthed mandrake)

- long trousers if possible (see above, though it used to also be dysphoria reasons)

- a loose layer (for dysphoria reasons)

- and a scarf (for neck tension reasons)

So all in all chilly just works better for me than hot. Spring is my beloved because it's cold enough for some layers and bright enough to chase off the demons.

42. An app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Currently? IED. It's 3D minesweeper, programmed by a friend of a friend, downloaded via F-Droid.

I have been clocking in almost 2hrs per day since I downloaded last weekend. It's fun, but it isn't THAT fun. Huge sigh.

[jyanihaes]

brooklyn valentine wants me!

⟡ chenle x oc fic

⟡ summary: brooklyn's annual brooklyn greensvelle dance happens, and chenle and maris seem to have their own promposals to work on. but the thing is, a promposal maybe also was a confession to each other's love.

⟡ genre: romance w enemies 2 lovers

⟡ word count: 2,822

⟡ work/alternate in ao3

⟡ author’s note: schoolwork had me OCCUPIED on the spot :') part 5 coming soon but im unsure....

"I accidentally almost told Maris that I love her."

"You... what?"

"It happens, sometimes."

"I did.... when she introduced herself as.. Maris.... I was like 'Oh, the woman I love's name is also Maris' but before I said the name I stopped right there..."

"She was confused."

"She better be."

"Goddamn, Chenle, do you not really recognize her that well?"

"Her hair was down! Not my fault it was!"

"You can't recognize a person when her hair is down??? Chenle, what the hell?"

"I can't! What, do you expect me to look at her face? I'm not confident to do that! She'll think I'm a creep,"

"Looking at someone’s face and beauty is not being creepy, why are you.. all of a sudden so stupid?”

“Exactly, it’s not creepy, Le. You just think it is because of society these days.”

”Maybe.”

”Looking at someone is normal. As long as it’s not so appropriate then that’s fine,”

”Perhaps I know she looked at you too.”

”Me, me? Jaemin, she never looked at me one bit.”

”But in some situations she did and you did, too.”

”Right.”

”But, guys, after I said all that, suddenly I backlashed at her for that movie. I didn’t mean it.. I mean I tried to keep the movie from anyone because I know that’s Maris’s favorite, then I just wanna keep it from anyone so that’s why I’ve been saying that I hate it these days.”

”That’s what you’ve been doing? Gosh, that’s why you’re always approaching me and Jeno telling the both of us you’ve been getting way more hate than any past day!”

”Well, I’m sorry?”

”Doing those is not a way of keeping a movie from someone. Just because it’s Maris’s favorite movie doesn’t mean you’ll keep it from someone else who loves it too.”

”Jaemin is right.”

”But, I just wanna make her feel special and make everything about her about me too.”

”And keeping it from anyone is how you’d do it? That’s not good.”

”… Might.”

"Chen, gatekeeping things is not the goddamn key to making everything about her about you. That's why she hates you because you kept it away from her, then you backlashed Maris because you thought it wasn't her again last night, called her delusional 2 times last night. How more stupid can you be?"

"Because, again, her hair was down. I didn't want to look or stare at her face to recognize her."

"Because, again, you think it's creepy? Goddamnit, Chenle, make things make sense for once!"

"Jeno, calm down."

"I'm sorry?"

"Wait, but I've thought an actual solution for this.."

"Huh?"

"What about you ask her out?"

"What the hell, Jaem? She'll hate me more for this? Besides, she's in school! I'm in dismissal and she's in class?"

"What the heck are you thinking, Jaemin?"

"Exactly, Jaemin, this isn't a good solution. Perhaps might get worse."

"Correct. Something would happen. Think of something else."

"No, but I got it. If this happens, somehow maybe ask her out, go to Central Park? Then you can apologize there."

".... That's it?"

"I have no other choice, but if I had, then this plot changes. Come on, Chen, get your game up."

"...."

"I'll give you her number if you want. Tell me how it goes."

"Hah! I won't!"

"... Fine, but the thing is, you guys have to totally love each other. Apologize there and that's what can make her love you."

"..."

"Is this even a good idea?"

"Jeno, don't worry. It's my specialty."

"Jaemin... what the hell."

"Shhhh. Baby, it'll be fine."

"That's not happening--"

"Fine, give me her number."

"See? Don't doubt me, Jun."

"... What the actual heck."

"Okay, so her number is 0911-405-2093. Text her now as I know she's in dismissal either."

"I got it."

Call history, 14 January 2023, 2:48pm, Duration of call is 2 hours, 7 minutes, 9 seconds

Months have passed.

Maris and Chenle start becoming friends... and developing feelings.

It's now August.

"This August, we will have the annual Brooklyn Greensvelle Dance! And for this one, as usual, you will have a few weeks to ask anybody to the dance! It doesn't matter if you want to make it nice or not, as long as it's like a prom-posal, it's fine!"

Brooklyn Greensvelle Dance.

This is a tradition and an annual event. Everyone goes there. Maris, well, one time went for it too. To her, it was kind of bad. But this time, she wanted to make a little effort for it.

"So, prof, if you mean ask anybody, you mean all of us can ask almost anybody? Unlike the past years?"

"Yes, Maris. Anybody."

Anybody.

Anyone.

"Anybody... so..."

We know signs. We see them. Almost everything.

"If anyone..." Chenle then looks at Maris, knowing that she's thinking what he's thinking. What even are they thinking? Promposals. Sure, maybe she'll do the promposal, maybe he'll do it. Does it matter? Does it depend? Maybe, it does.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking," Maris blurts out, still looking at Chenle while the professor was explaining about the Greensvelle Dance. "And you want to do it... don't you?"

"Okay, now that I have explained everything, class dismissed." The professor declares, which had made Maris and Chenle rush to the door as they knew what they were thinking about. As in, what the both of them are actually thinking about, right now, right here.

As Maris and Chenle parted ways, they ran to different directions. They were looking for a professor that can help them to make a good promposal. Again, it takes 3 weeks to make a promposal, because in 3 weeks, that's the dance! No one can ask them anymore.. nobody.

"Professor Do?"

"Sir Ten?"

And there it goes.

"Oh, Maris! What should be it that you called me right now?" Doyoung responds, stopping in the middle of the hallway. He smiled, fixing his glasses and the books he's currently carrying right now. Maris smiled, chuckling. "I need you to help me for my promposal." said Maris, fixing her shirt. "Greensvelle is in 3 weeks, and I need to make the best promposal ever. Can you be a volunteer for me?"

Doyoung smiled, nodding before he responds, "Yes! Sure, I would love to help you. What do you need?" as they walk away to an empty classroom that he uses often.

"Chenle! What do you need?" Ten then stops by a corner, pulling Chenle. Chenle then responds, "Can you help me for my Greensvelle promposal? Pleaaaase?" He pouted, giving puppy eyes as he knows Ten will say no. But, luckily, he said yes. "Alright, alright, you don't need to make puppy eyes. It's a yes." Chenle jumped, smiling. "Although I might have to teach you some things as you're still a new student. Let me help you." as they also walk away to an empty classroom, unused.

"Now, Maris, I will have to ask you: is this your first.. Greensvelle?" Doyoung walks around the classroom as he tried writing down things on the whiteboard to help Maris. "No, Professor. It's my second."

"Ah! Your second, I see.." He wrote down the things in the whiteboard, checking at Maris who was still sat on the table. "By any other question.. who do you want to go to the dance with?"

This was pretty tough. Pretty, pretty tough.

"Now, Chenle, this must be your first right?" Ten sits down beside Chenle, looking at him before he kept things in mind in order to help the boy. "Yes, it's my first." said Chenle. He was pretty nervous about all this promposal-dance thing, since this is his first dance as during junior and senior prom, he had nobody with him those moments.

"Now, let me ask, who do you want to ask to the dance by any other.. chance?"

Oh, please, we all know what they're thinking.

"Chenle."

"Maris."

"Chenle?" Doyoung widens his eyes, scoffing as he wrote it down again. "Didn't you tell me you hated him back then?"

"I did! But I'm starting to develop feelings and somehow that makes me want to go to the dance with him... Does that feel wrong?"

"Well, hate becomes love so I don't see anything wrong.. with it.." He wanders around again, thinking about the two of them. "And besides, you feel safe around him right?"

What a question.

"Yes, I do."

"Maris... isn't that Jaemin's sister? Whom you hate?" Ten then asks, remembering who Maris was. "Huh, can't believe that changed from hate to love," He chuckled, making the boy seem a little, teeny bit shy.

"Maybe, maybe." He shyly responded, holding his hands nervously. "I mean... I feel safe around her."

"I may feel safe around him but anyhow, whenever I'm with him it's like hell for 20 minutes or more. It's like, he's in hell with me."

Doyoung giggles, now going towards Maris to face her.

"Alright, alright, did you bring some stuff for you to prepare this thing?"

"Nuh-uh, just some pens."

"Ah, I see."

”I see that, you do feel safe around her.” Ten smiles, giggling and walking around the empty, messy classroom.

”She just reminds me, that love is always around me and that makes me feel the safest around her. Whenever I feel scared, I remind myself that Maris stays with me and then I’m not scared anymore.”

”So, it’s like, when you’re scared, you remind yourself of her telling you to not be scared and suddenly you’re not fearing of anything? That’s… wow.”

”Exactly, sir. She makes me remind myself that I’ll always keep a smile whenever I’m with her.”

Love has never been this colorful and vivid all along around.

Love has never, ever, felt this powerful and loud around an empty room.

”But, nevertheless, it’s like, he makes me feel like I’m really not scared of anything, at this point.”

Doyoung chuckles, looking at Maris while he crossed his arms, feet tapping on the ground. "I see, so apparently that just shifted?" asked Doyoung, in which Maris nodded.

"He just... reminds me that he stays with me nevertheless. When I mean that, it's like, when I'm alone, he's just there to... to stay. To comfort me. To keep me safe. To protect me." She spoke quietly, sighing as she looked around while she sat there in the desk chair with Doyoung, who is currently still wandering around the classroom thinking of stuff to make up for a single dance promposal. He wants Maris to go smoothly over the promposal, hoping that nothing would go bad.

"Alright, I got your back, Maris. I'll get you the most special promposal ever, promise."

"You bet that?"

"Of course, I do, tsk." Doyoung clicks his tongue, smiling at Maris before he winked, making Maris giggle and laugh at the sudden gesture.

"Maris is next door..." Chenle hears the laugh coming from the west, realizing that it was Maris as she recognizes her laugh... and her pitch whenever she does it. He came closer to the wall, hearing Doyoung speak and apparently her, which, considered obvious, made Chenle jealous. Seeing his smile fading having to know she is in a room with a guy he doesn't know made Ten concerned. He walked there, hearing all that conversation while looking at Chenle.

"Oh, my... you seem jealous." Little did they know, Maris can hear all the fuss going on from the east at the walls. It's obvious. "For what are you jealous, Le.... I'm sure she's just getting help from someone for promposals, that's why."

In fact he was right, but unfortunately.... as you know Chenle, he doesn't believe in things such as those (because as the tables have turned.... Chenle is the obsessed yet delusional one for Maris. Ever imagine how a few seconds ago he was probably thinking of him and Maris kissing under a fireworks show then suddenly get jealous because Doyoung's there with Maris? Crazy...)

"It's impossible she's getting help from promposals, it's clear she's probably flirting with another man right now when I'm here.... I wish I'm him." He sighs, sitting down while hearing everything from beside. Ten chuckles, sitting down too and looking at him, shaking his head. Chenle got curious, wondering, "Why are you chuckling? This isn't funny that I like Maris and---"

Something cuts him off and it's realizing that actually Maris can hear the conversation from beside because he can hear what she says too! Which... I deem... extremely embarrassing, even though the Lees and Suhs told Maris about it like 7 months before... which until now Maris doesn't really forget as it's in her mind ever since. It never erases... it's like things written in the whiteboard using a permanent marker.

"Realized just now that Maris can hear all of your blabbering beside?" Ten chuckles, again, teasing Chenle before he shushed him, covering his face in embarrassment. "You're dead, Chenle. You're dead."

"Shush! I can't believe that happened..." Little did Chenle know, again, Maris knows. She's been hiding it for literally 7 months without any notice because she didn't want Chenle to know... because she's gonna be killed right on the spot.

Doyoung, on the other hand, gave Maris some advice for the dance. "So, if you're gonna ask him to the dance, make it a little glittery. Make a sign that---"

Until something had cut them off at the moment; Chenle and his blabbering from the not-so-soundproof-walls. Doyoung stopped walking around the classroom just to hear all that blabbering from the wall, and so did Maris who also stopped writing to hear the blabbering from it, too. When Chenle said all that "crush" thingies, Maris wasn't surprised. She's known all this from 7 months ago, of course she's familiar about the things her crazy-boy cousins told her in the picnic.

"Is-- Is Chenle saying he likes you?" Doyoung whispers, making sure Chenle didn't hear that conversation as he knows he's really close to that wall right now trying to hear the conversations they're talking about right now. "Oh my-- oh my??"

Doyoung acts surprised, not just because of Chenle but how unsurprised Maris looks as if she knows everything indeed. She shrugged, looking at the latter before she nodded. Having a boy her age like her for 15 years was so... normal to her. It was like, something that she was already used to.

"Why are you not surprised?? He likes you back, isn't that amazing?" He whispers back, looking around incase. Thankfully, on the other hand, Ten and Chenle couldn't hear their secret whispering as they thought everything just got silent after Chenle suddenly blabbered about how much he likes Maris. He, maybe, thinks that Maris found out now and suddenly she's surprised! She is just standing there shocked and couldn't speak anymore! Which, actually, is not what's happening right now.

"I'm not surprised because I've known this for 7 months because of my cousins..." She sighs, shrugging again before continuing to write whatever was on the whiteboard. Meanwhile, Doyoung was just there shocked and silenced and... speechless after it. It's not Maris who's surprised but Doyoung, as if he's the one who got someone to like him completely.

"So you're not surprised?"

"Tsk, it's been obvious."

It has been obvious, after all.

"Why can't you hear anything...?"

"Well.... okay."

"Because they're probably not speaking or they're speechless! You've caused silence, Chenle."

"Huh?? Just because I said I like Maris??"

"Maybe... because she finds out you like her so she's silent right now because you just accidentally blabbered on a non-soundproof wall."

"Shhhh! I don't want her to know!"

Unfortune for them. Even Jaemin probably told Maris about it. Too bad.

"Are they still blabbering on the wall???" Maris accidentally says it out loud, looking at the wall which leads to the blabbering. She paused her writing for the meantime, closing the ballpen as she walked closer to the wall, sitting down and sticking her ear like what Chenle is doing right now, slowly hearing the conversation.

"Did she say she heard the blabbering???" Chenle asks Ten who was in front of him, getting nervous as he realized Maris actually heard the blabbering. He just sat still, trying his best to hear more of it.

"She totally did hear the blabbering." Ten responds, nodding before he scooted closer to the wall to hear Maris and Doyoung from next door. Though, Doyoung was silent but Maris was on the wall, too.

"Dang it! Now I'm doomed!"

"It's fine, Le."

"It is never fine to know I got heard! Now she's gonna tease me all day about that!"

"That what? You like her?"

"She's next door, Sir!"

"My bad!"

"Oh... god."

"They're bickering about the blabbering. Come here," She beckons Doyoung, giggling and chuckling while she continued to listen from next door. Doyoung walks to the wall, sitting down in front of Maris and getting to hear everything that was happening from the other wall.

"Hah, seems like Chenle is over-the-wall-embarrassed."

"Shut up, Maris!" Chenle screams from the other wall, after hearing clearly that Maris is probably making fun of him with Doyoung. Well, it's kind of true that he's embarrassed and flustered over there and well, thank god she can't see how flustered he is right now (but is kind of terrified Ten would tell Maris...)

"After I heard the blabbering? Okay, so you're not embarrassed?" She asks him, chuckling as she didn't actually want Chenle to know she's known it as she wanted to surprise him with it by, like, maybe the day of the promposal.

"I am embarrassed! I don't wanna hear you say it. Nope."

"Say what?"

"Damn it, nevermind,"

"Huh, alright, seems weird of you."

Timeskip: at home with Jaemin (Chenle)

"Okay, calm down, Chenle. You blabbered on the wall about you liking her? And she heard it?"

Jaemin himself knew that this day would finally come. It's finally wonderland for him because of the incident! Wow! Next thing is that Maris and Chenle confess to each other and then again it's Disneyland in Jaemin's world! Finally! World peace! But again, Chenle and Maris feel like they're trapped inside a cage apparently by Jaemin because of how crazy obsessed he is with the two of them. It's like wonderland for him but torture hell for the two of them. Shame.

"..... Uh-huh?" He pauses a moment before he speaks, not even wanting to speak up even more. He just sat there, dozed off. Jaemin was over there, staring at him in confusion yet joy on his crazy mindset. It's like, two emotions reacting, like a 'Yay! I'm happy, but what is it again?' situation type of thing.

"Oh, well..." Jaemin stands up, facing Chenle, "If she heard it then what'd she say?"

That's the exciting part, well, for Jaemin. For Chenle, it's not exciting but still so embarrassing and.... mind-haunting.

"She said nothing but made fun of me in the other room." Jaemin laughed, knowing that it's pretty much a Maris thing that she makes fun of someone doing a super embarrassing thing around her (especially Chenle). He sat down again, not even responding as he didn't react much about it.

"What? Don't you hate it when Maris does that?"

"Damn, who told you I hated Maris making fun of embarrassing things?"

Apparently, Jaemin never hated it. I mean, Jaemin makes fun of really embarrassing awkward stuff too... sometimes.

"You...?"

"Stupid, I told you Maris making fun of embarrassing stuff is what she got from me, not that I hated it!"

"Huh? You said that...?" Chenle, in shock and confusion, sat up from his seat as he realized, Jaemin didn't actually hate Maris making fun of embarrassing situations. It's maybe that he heard it from somebody else or he misheard it wrong (most likely mishearing).

"What do you mean I said that, of course I did! Did you by any chance mishear it or something?"

"I think I did mishear that..." Chenle admits to mishearing Jaemin, scratching his head as he clicked his tongue, chuckling awkwardly and softly. Jaemin sighs, putting his arm around Chenle's shoulder, scooting closer to him. He looked at Chenle, smiling softly as he chuckles while he rolled his sleeves up and laid his head on Chenle's shoulder.

"It's fine. Forget it anyway," He responds to him, clicking his tongue and hugging him softly as he wrapped his arms around the other. He nods, doing an "okay" gesture at Jaemin before he slightly moved away from the older. With that, Jaemin sulked. "Hey, why are you drifting away from me??"

Chenle then looks at him, laughing as Jaemin sulked and pouted at him just because he slightly moved away from him the moment he wrapped his arms around him. "Did Renjun even give you hugs or you're just that touch-deprived?" He asks while he laughed, with Jaemin pulling him closer for a tighter hug.

"Duh, Renjun gave me hugs!" He responds again, rolling his eyes while he hugged and embraced the other tightly. "It's you that I miss hugging."

"Why did you not hug me the past few days? All you did was talk and not hug... me?"

"Renjun would be mad!"

"Why would he be mad?"

"Cause he's jealous," Jaemin pouted again, sighing while he was held by Chenle (though he didn't want it) at the couch, two of them only. And yes, Renjun is actually a jealous type of person because, whenever he sees whoever being with Jaemin, he's gonna end up texting him because of how jealous he is which causes them and Jaemin to separate for him to go to Renjun quick.

"I thought you're the jealous type?"

Who in the world is giving Chenle the wrong information for things? Why does he misheard things like, all the damn time? What makes him think of things wrong and what even makes him hear things wrong either? Not even Jaemin. Not even Renjun, or Haechan, either.

"I'm not the jealous type," He sighs at the other, looking at him before he let go of him just to face him. "What made you even think I'm the jealous type?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, I know: just because I'm a top in a relationship means I'm the jealous type? Not all tops are jealous, Chenle."

Bingo.

"Damn it, Jaemin. It's not about that," He sighed, rolling his eyes at the older. "I just think you're the jealous type because you look like it."

In fact, Renjun and Chenle are always jealous for things. Earlier, Chenle was jealous.

"Maybe you're the jealous type, not me nor Renjun," the latter responds, looking at him as he guesses if Chenle is the real jealous type. And, again, bingo! Chenle is the jealous type. He would totally not let any man (excluding the Lee cousins... and also Renjun & Jaemin) hold, touch, or see Maris in any way possible. No, he would not let that happen to her. No, he would not let anyone approach or go near Maris (except if it's her brother, her brother in-law, her cousins since she's safe around them). The moment Jaemin guessed about *that* trait, Chenle suddenly widened his eyes, sat up as he perked up at what he said. He hesitatntly nodded, chuckling awkwardly. "I am... the jealous type."

That made Jaemin perk up either as he smirked and chuckled, coming closer to Chenle, responding. "Ooooh-hohoho, you're the jealous type, huh???" He smiled, shaking Chenle gently. "Jaemin--- does everything related to me and Maris perk you up for no reason...?" He asks, which perked Jaemin a little more. Chenle, in the other hand, is a little bit concerned for Jaemin's craziness for the two. "It does perk me up! I just like seeing Maris and you together because you would make a good couple toge--"

Kaboom.

"We're home, Jaemin!" Maris opens the door with her keys, appearing with shopping bags from the mall, resulting in a shopping spree with Renjun who was beside her right now, holding other shopping bags. She smiled and looked at Renjun, giggling at how much money they spent using Renjun's card. Apparently, Renjun wanted to take Maris shopping because today was, from what Renjun calls it, Thursday Pay-day. Usually, when Renjun gets paid on the 3rd Thursday of the month, he takes Maris shopping for anything whatever needed.

"I took Maris shopping because Greensvelle is about in a few weeks so... I bought her dresses, heels, accessories, and whatever she wants. I also bought some clothes and stuff for myself too so that all my money is spent for pay-day, like how it usually is for me." Renjun tells the two, showing off the shopping bags before he set them down in the kitchen counters, helping Maris set them down too. He then came in front of the two of them, sitting down on the floor.

On the other hand, after Jaemin and Chenle heard the keys inserted inside the door knob, they kept silent and awkward ever since Jaemin blurted out about how good a relationship between Maris and Chenle would have. They were flabbergasted-- more like, shocked and scared; terrified. They got a little nervous as Maris and Renjun sit on the floor, which results in Jaemin and Chenle looking at each other, chuckling embarrassingly and awkwardly. He whispers to Chenle, "That was a really close one," with Chenle responding. "I can not believe you said that!"

We can not believe Jaemin said that.

Timeline: 10:37AM, August 19, 2023, Brooklyn Estada University

"You're planning to do a sign?" Ten asks the younger, who is currently sitting down in a vacant chair inside his empty classroom. He nods, thinking of more ways about it.

"So, you're planning to show up at his house while he's gone with Jaemin, so he'll end up coming home with his interior decorated in the dining room, stating 'Zhong Chenle, will you dance with me?' That's... that's pretty creative," Doyoung bites the top of his pencil, tapping his feet on the wooden floor while listening to Maris and her ideas inside his classroom that is apparently vacant due to the schedule input.

"Yeah and... Professor Do... I actually need you to be there with me for that happening." She asks permission to Doyoung, looking around before she wrote down the things she thought of earlier. "I'm terrified it won't go well without you so... can you be with me?" which results in Doyoung nodding at her and saying it, "Yes, sure!"

Chenle didn't hear the permission, but heard the "can you be with me." You can already see how jealous Chenle looks from next door, as they're in the same place from 2 days ago. He again went near the wall, with Ten following him, sitting down and sticking his ear in it to hear.

"Who is Maris with?" said Chenle, interested in the talk over. "Oh my... Maris has a boyfriend?" Chenle suddenly surprises himself with what he was assuming, with Ten not even sure if Maris does have a boyfriend or that's his bestfriend, Doyoung over the other room.

Again, Maris hears it. She looked at Doyoung, with her eyes widened after she found out about what Chenle just said; which is him saying that Maris has a boyfriend! Wow! Even Doyoung got shocked. about it. After that, Maris and Doyoung just looked at each other awkwardly while Chenle continued blabbering on the other room. Then, they laughed about it and then started clapping while they laughed silently, which makes it that all you can hear is clapping and heavy breathing from the laughing.

And then, here goes Chenle who is apparently traumatized over something that... we don't know yet. And that is: Chenle assuming and thinking Maris and Doyoung are having sex from the other room because he heard clapping and heavy breathing! And maybe thuds because of the stomping and the crazy laughing while on the chairs together. When Chenle heard all that, he mouthed "What the hell???" to Ten, which caused him to chuckle.

Ten didn't find it weird. He already knew they were laughing about what Chenle said because he clearly heard the laughing, but Chenle didn't because he wasn't as close as Ten was to the wall when he heard all that.

Timeline: 28 August, 2023, 1 week before the Greensvelle Dance

Right now, currently, Ten and Chenle are at the open school hallways to walk around looking for a place to plan the promposal and finalize the materials. Once they passed through the Amanda Greensvelle Park, he paused his words and stopped walking not because he felt something unwell, but to spot Maris from a few meters away with her professor, Doyoung. That time he spotted the two, his smile, which caused by thinking about having the best promposal he could do, turned into a frown. He was thinking and assuming that Doyoung was her boyfriend because of how close they look to each other (When, up close, they're literally both writing down things because Doyoung is gonna project these ideas to Maris for her to write it down) and how Maris looked so happy around him, smiling and all that which caused Doyoung to pat her softly.

"What's wrong, Chenle? Feeling unwell?" Then, the latter asks Chenle if he's feeling unwell because of how he paused between words and suddenly stopped walking. Chenle just continued watching the two, which caused Ten to also look at them. He chuckles, seeing his bestfriend, Doyoung, be with Maris to get some help. "Hm, seems like it's about Maris, huh?" replied him, which results in Chenle nodding while watching. He knew that he was assuming Doyoung is Maris's boyfriend, and that he was probably getting jealous at the two. By the thought of it, he chuckled, putting his arm around Chenle's shoulder, replying, "I can see you're jealous, and you may have an excuse or reason to state it to me when I know you're being jealous for no absolute reason." in which, Chenle got confused.

"What in the world do you mean with I have no reason to be jealous?? Maris has a boyfriend! How can I not be jealous---" Chenle semi-yells, but gets cut off when Ten shushed him just to tell him,

"Shhhh. That's Professor Do."

Who now??

"Who??"

"Maris's professor...? Didn't she tell you about him... by any chance?" Ten, suddenly concerned, asks Chenle about the Professor by any chance. He thought that Chenle already knew about Professor Do. He thought that Chenle already knew about him because he thought that Maris already told him by any chance but well, no, she didn't. She never actually told him about it by any chance by then.

"No... she didn't..."  Chenle was still shocked. He was kind of embarrassed but at the same time he wasn't. A few minutes later, he realized that the guy he thought Maris was having sex with (in which, she didn't) was her professor and that he wasn't her boyfriend at all. He turned around just to face Ten, eyes widened and pretty much shocked.

"You're telling me her professor had sex with her??? On the other room 9 days ago????" asks Chenle, who is, again, too much shocked from all of this happening. Ten shaked his head, raising an eyebrow at him. "No! She didn't have sex on the other room!" responds Ten who was just standing there pretty neutral.

"That's her professor! Why would she have sex and maybe do porn with her own professor with a wife and a child??" Ten again responds, with Chenle asking, "She did porn??? And made Doyoung cheat on his wife??? Making her a mistress?"

"No, Chenle! What the heck are you talking about?" This was the moment Ten got so icked out by Chenle. He got so icked out that he backed off a little bit. "What the hell is making you think of this?"

"Oh-- wait... Oh." Chenle suddenly realizes that he kind of heard those wrong. He then covered his mouth with his left palm, sitting down in the bench as he got so embarrassed after that happened.

"And then you'll get pink decorations and golden balloons for the promposal inside his house? Huh... does he like pink?"

"He... he does. He really loves pink."

"Huh, okay..."

Right now, Maris and Doyoung are sitting somewhere in the park, writing down the plans Maris will be doing for later. Whilst that is happening, Ten and Chenle already leave the venue after they spent a few minutes out there. Good thing Maris didn't notice the two so it was totally fine.

"Again, I need you there later. You're gonna help me with the decorations and the balloons."

"Uh-huh... I swear I'll take a ride with you inside Jaemin's car later," Doyoung chuckles while he responded, winking and tongue clicking at her. She also giggled, putting up a thumbs up. "Alright, also we should buy materials at Target because I kind of maybe forgot to do so yesterday...? Because of, well, you know who."

We already know who!

"Jaemin?"

"Of course, my brother who is soooo interested in my love life." She rolled her eyes, finishing her notes before she closed her notebook and fixed her hair while she looked at the older. He looks back, smiling as he closed the notebook wishing the best for Maris. He responds, "Well, I guess he's just waiting for a time you get a boyfriend, I guess..."

"As he always is." She chuckles, rolling her eyes. Her rolling her eyes made Doyoung laugh, reminding him of the days when Ten forced him to get a boyfriend just because it was a solution for him so that he won't get jealous, like what Maris is currently going through right now. He placed his head on his left palm, playing with his pen while probably listening to whatever Maris is saying right now.

"You know, Professor, Jaemin is kind of irritating sometimes-- everytime he asks me about Chenle I get so irritated like does he really know I hate him? This is why I haven't told him about me liking Chenle back because I know he'd be extremely excited about it by then, like for example if I did tell him about me liking Chenle he's gonna probably throw a party and give cake to the neighbors," She rolls her eyes again, sighing as her explaining that would be a common thing Jaemin would do. I mean, yeah, Jaemin would really do that just because Maris just shared a secret she never wanted to share to him, ever.

"Huh, I do see that," He laughed, fixing his glasses. "I mean, Jaemin gets excited because you're stuck with Chenle... which makes total sense because I guess after years of persuading Chenle to confess to you and then the time coming now he got so happy because he wanted this to happen, so that makes total sense and I get you."

Since when did Jaemin persuade Chenle to confess to Maris in the past and why did Jeno nor Renjun tell her about this? After all the stuff that Jeno had spilled in the picnic date a few months ago, it wasn't really as obvious as it is that Jeno hid one thing: Chenle wanting to confess to Maris 6 years ago but didn't as he *falsely* found out she had a boyfriend. The thing is, Maris never had a boyfriend and never in her life she had one. It was probably just a rumor after seeing Taeyong be with her just because Taeyong took her to get ice cream and then shopped with her like what Renjun does to her almost every single payday. It's just that Taeyong got busier he no longer can give her ice cream on payday.

"Oh... well, I see that."

Maybe yeah, he did confess which was hidden.

Timeline: 4:13 pm, 28 August 2023, Chenle's house

All the materials have been prepared, now currently Doyoung is blowing balloons, and Maris is calling Ten just to tell her about the plan and maybe be part of it too. Chenle currently texted her, saying, "Meet me in my house tonight" but at the moment, she is at the house. While Doyoung blew balloons, Ten arrives.

"Hey, so you called," Ten opens the door, setting his stuff down and removing his coat before he headed to Maris and Doyoung. Doyoung paused all his balloon blowing as he settled the inflator pump down to the table. "I diiiid call. Does Chenle know you left for a personal circumstance?"

"He does, he's with Jaemin right now," He exclaims, with Maris gesturing an OK sign before she proceeded to do her stuff.

Chenle actually prepared something in his room, for Maris to get to. But, Maris already gave him a surprise at the dining room at the kitchen, so it's two-for-two... maybe!

"Also, hey Do!" He greets him, waving as he came to help Doyoung with the balloons while it wasn't really that late yet for anything.

Whilst Maris was hanging the balloons, she sensed that Ten kind of wanted to tell something to her that he couldn't hide any further. She approached him, whispering. "Spill your tea, Sir. I know you've been hiding that and you just can't hide it any further."

"Ugh, you got me, alright, I'll tell ya," He whispers back, beckoning her to the living room as she tells Doyoung they'll be back. Then, he whispers again, saying, "So, Chenle actually decorated his room for you for the promposal."

That didn't leave Maris surprised. She chuckled, responding, "Huh, pretty common of Chenle to do that."

In fact, it was true. It was common of Chenle to do that.

Then, suddenly, Chenle texted.

Now texting: Chenle

Chenle:

Hi

I'm coming there now. We're on the way

Maris:

kay

hope your car crashes you're a bad driver

Chenle:

Rude

But are you at my house right now waiting?

Maris:

of course

Chenle:

Okay

Just wait

4:20 pm

"Oh, crap!" As Maris hears the notification, she stood up, running to Doyoung as she yelled, "He's coming! Hide ASAP!" and as Doyoung hung the last balloon, he hid under a table in the kitchen, and then Ten hid at his room. Maris just stayed at the living room for minutes before Chenle arrives, setting down his coat and stuff at the hanger before he sat down beside her. "Hey." He greets her before he wraps her arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, too." She replies, smiling brightly as he stood up. "Follow me."

And then, there had the best scene everyone could never reenact. Ever.

As they went upstairs, he opens the door just to see Ten over there as he smiled, leading her to a room for her to see stars around the ceiling and a sign hanging on the wall, saying, "Dance with me?" as he smiled brightly. He took the sign hanging, as he knelt down in one knee.

"Maris Celine Lee-Na, May I, Zhong Chenle, take you to the Amanda Parks-Greensvelle Dance?"

And there he was, prom-posing to her.

And then, she nodded.

She nods, and there was only one answer she can say:

"Yes, Chenle, I will dance with you."

She said yes. She did.

Chenle smiles, standing up as he hugged her, looking at Ten who pulled up a thumbs up as he winked, giggling. He then held her hands as he let the sign go, ready to say a word.

"Other than that, I just want to say--- I like you. I like you so much. I've felt this way for already 9 years. I really love you, Maris-- and I'll always feel this way for you."

In which, she nodded, "I know, silly. I like you too."

And kaboom, her promposal was scrapped, instantly.

"You do...?"

"Of course, silly-- and I've known all of that since then."

"How do you know I've liked you for 9 years?"

"I know everything, it was obvious."

And then, throughout there it was. A whole new relationship.

"Okay, now, what are we?" Now that they're into this situation now, what are they? Are they... crushes? Friends? No longer enemies?

"In a relationship."

And this was the start of something new, indeed.