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What brings people together is not mutual love but mutual hatred. Share a random, benign, food-related hatred with me:
Do you hate:
travel mugs
sweet potato fries
milk & white chocolate
hot drinks containing milk
anything carbonated
mint chocolate
pickles
pizza with any sauce but tomato
white bread that might as well be cake
cauliflower because it is inferior to broccoli
Bruce: Why is Talia coughing and red?
Dick (while eating sushi): I put a little wasabi sauce in her tuna rolls. She's such a drama queen.
Talia (between coughs): A... A... Little?! You son of a clown! He... He... Wasbi inside all... my food! Give me some milk bastard!
— totally hate you (not!)
CHAPTER 1: CRASH-LANDED
⊹₊⟡ jake sim — ❝ maybe don’t say stupid shit. ❞
synopsis: you’re a sophomore in college at brisbane international university, living in the zeta psi nu frat house with 7 men. as the token frat sister, you’ve always felt like the odd one out. jake sim, the chapter’s president, just enhanced it. it felt like he did everything deliberately— humiliating you, degrading you, shouting obscenities at you during heated arguments in the early morning. you totally hate him. loathe, even. cocky, arrogant, notorious dick-head jake sim had your mind and feelings are compromised.
tags: enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, frat boys, frat house, college life, jake sim, sim jaeyun, ot7 enhypen, slow burn, secret love, denying love, found family, frenemies to lovers, enhypen x reader, enha x reader, jake x reader
paring: fratboy!jake x f!reader
warnings: sexual remarks, swearing, arguing, alcohol abuse, drunk driving, implied sexual encounters (hook ups, one night stands), explicit jokes, some suggestive themes, jake is a dickhead!!!, drunk texting, emotional distress
a.n: these tags are for the entireee fic! they haven’t all happened yet!
for all the girls toeing the fine line between hate and love. <3
YOU PEEL YOUR EYES OPEN. the cabin of the plane is now shrouded in daylight. you yawn, feeling as your legs ached for movement. you stretch to the best of your ability, the sleep pulling satisfyingly from your muscles.
you reach out, tapping on the screen imbedded into the back of the seat in front of you. you hum in gratitude as the screen displays only an hour left in your flight.
the flight attendant slips down your row, a smile settling over her gorgeously white teeth. “hello,” she spoke, her tone smooth like mahogany. “i’m glad to see you awake. may i interest you in something to drink? maybe a snack?” she questions, tipping her head slightly to one side.
a water would be nice at the moment. your mouth and throat are both perilously dry. “a water, please.” you spoke graciously. she gives a quick nod, continuing down the row.
you would now have the next hour to yourself and the thoughts swirling in your head. how were you going to introduce yourself? would the other frat members like you? did it even really matter if they liked you?
you huff in distress. everything was changing at all once. it was a bit too much to handle. but you kept the tiny flame of hope in your chest. you repeated the one constant you had held throughout this whole mess— if things went to shit, you could leave.
you found yourself whispering it under your breath over and over again.
for some reason, the time climbs by terribly quick. god, if the universe wasn’t against you before, it definitely was now.
you find yourself absolutely dreading everything as the plane quivers. the wheels hit the landing strip with a jerky rattle. you have to physically swallow the lump in your throat.
the terminal is packed so tight you can barely breathe. it’s like a massive cluster of body heat, fatigue, and reunion. it makes you feel ill in a way.
you peel away from the crowd, your carry-on weighing down your arm so badly you feel your forearm tremble.
you glance around, looking for terminal B4. sunoo had told you to meet him there.
of course, with just your luck, he’s not there. you’re too early. so you sit down against the wall, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. your head and your stomach swirl with fear and slight optimism.
you finally hear a voice. shrill, high, and so extremely excited to see you.
kim sunoo. YOUR sunoo. the boy you’d been best friends with since you could even remember. the boy you had spilled your entire life to over letters.
you rip up from your spot on the floor, letting him run into you. you swiftly drop your carry-on, flinging your arms around his neck. his hands clutch your shoulder blades.
“sunoo!” you cried out in admiration and excitement. he squealed into your shoulder, squeezing you. he finally pulls back.
you seem him— the real him. he’s so gorgeous. he’s an ethereal kind of pretty, with doe like black eyes and lips plumper than your own.
he clutches your shoulders. “you have no idea how good it is to finally see you. we’re about to have the best four years of our lives.” he squeaks out in pure bliss.
suddenly, being so far away from home doesn’t feel like drowning. not with sunoo. not with the man that was practically your own brother.
he embraces you tightly for just a bit longer before he finally breaks away fully. “you ready to go? the guys are ready to meet you. and also im buying food. so they’re probably waiting on that too.” he giggles with a charming wink.
you nod, dusting yourself off. although you’d very much rather be with sunoo and ONLY sunoo, having him to introduce you felt a lot easier than doing it yourself.
“so who all am i meeting?” you question him, hurrying after him as he begins to walk away from the terminal.
“mmm. lemme think. it’s 6 not including us.”
“six?” you groan in annoyance.
“sixxx!” he sing-songs out in excitement. “it’s heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jungwon, jake, and ni-ki. we call ni-ki riki, though. jake is the chapter president and heeseung’s the vice.” sunoo explained.
president? vice president? you didn’t get it. why did a house full of alcoholic twenty-something year olds need a president?
you choose not to ask that outloud, though.
“ah. okay. are they nice?” you question lamely.
“they’re all pretty cool. some are.. kind of unapproachable.” he chuckles nervously.
great. you thought to yourself. that’s just awesome. exactly what you needed— to live with 6 unapproachable men for the next 4 years of your life.
“that’s reassuring.” you say sarcastically. sunoo grins.
“we’re gonna be fine. you’ll have fun. the house has a hottub and a pool.” he hums in delight.
you purse your lips together. you could definitely use a night in the hottub. to yourself, of course.
“i guess you have a point.” you hum.
the both of you push out of the front doors, to sunoo’s little white cadillac CT4-V. you quickly heave your carry-on into the trunk, along with your backpack. the rest of your things would be shipped across the sea in a week or two.
you slip over to the passenger side, climbing in and pulling the buckle over your lap. sunoo gets into the drivers side, pushing the keys into the ignition and bracing his hands on the steering wheel.
he looks over his shoulder, pulling out of the crammed parking lot of the airport. brisbane was a pretty good sized city. it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, but you definitely didn’t love it.
“sooo, hows it feel being zeta psi nu’s first frat sweetheart?” sunoo asks teasingly, pulling up to a stoplight.
you rub your hands on your thighs, sighing. your hands are sweating. “cool, i guess. im definitely nervous being so far from home. but i’ll survive.” you say, reaching up to twirl some of your hair back behind your shoulders.
“you don’t gotta be nervous.” he says, voice genuine. “i don’t think they’ll give you a hard time. and if you do, you’ve got me. we’ll be alright.” he assured you.
you nod. you’re 85% sure he’s right. close enough to 100%. you’d survive.
“atleast i have the hottub to look forward to. and having my own room.” you joke, nudging his forearm.
he giggles, glancing briefly over to you. “riiight! i have to share with riki, jungwon, and heeseung.” he huffs semi-jokingly.
“that’s a lot of boys in one room.” you quip.
“a lot of men in one room.” sunoo corrected, giving a fake shiver. it makes you chuckle.
the rest of the car ride is smooth, filled with comfortable silence. it’s like you and sunoo had been together in person for years. you take a refreshing powernap on the way to the campus.
the sun is down by the time you get there. your flight arrived relatively late to the airport anyway. sunoo’s fingers around your shoulder wake you from your slumber.
“goodmorningg! we’re here.” sunoo giggled, patting your shoulder.
you groan, stretching your legs out. you give him a thumbs up, too tired to speak. you slip from the passenger side to the back, grabbing out your things. you pause to stare up at the house.
holy shit.
holy shit.
it’s huge. a tall, triple-decker house with long white columns up the front. the house name is displayed on a banner between them. the house itself is made up of eggshell white brick. this was your home now. for the rest of your college career, you lived here. in this massive party house.
you take a deep breath, following on sunoo’s heels inside. you’re greeted by the smell immediately— earthy, leathery, woody scents. it smelled like something you could only describe as man scent. not gross, clean. masculine.
the first face you see is a tall— no, freakishly tall man with silvery hair. the ends fade into a black color. you notice his mouth first. his lips are plump, puckered slightly in surprise.
“riki! don’t pop out like that. you’ll SCARE her. anyway, riki, y/n. y/n, riki.” sunoo giggled.
riki lets a grin settle on his mouth. “nice to meet you.” he says, pocketing his hands in his basketball shorts.
you give a little nod of acknowledgment. you’re extremely nervous now. this was too many people. you debate on going straight for the door. you’re ripped from your thoughts as sunoo ushers you along by the shoulders to the kitchen.
4 new faces. one boy with extremely prominent brows, one that resembled a cat, one with big doe like eyes on a sickeningly masculine face, and one with a sharp jawline and an aura of old hollywood.
“okay! from left to right, fools. sunghoon, jungwon, heeseung, jay.” sunoo says, pointing.
sunghoon gives a little wave, his grin exposing his sharp canines.
jungwon practically bounces up and down. “hellooo frat SISTER!” he calls out in excitement.
heeseung gives a friendly nod.
jay just waves. he seems the calmest out of the entire handful of men in the kitchen.
you blink, trying to process and stick names to faces. “hi everyone.” you chirp quickly, trying to get up to your room.
“wheres the j-baby?” jungwon calls out to sunoo.
j-baby?.. who the fuck is j-baby?
like clockwork, theres footsteps down the stairs. you turn, glancing over your left shoulder.
you see him. dark, floppy hair. it’s wet from a shower, and the boy possessing it is drying one side with his towel. hes wearing a black t-shirt, navy blue gym shorts, and white crew socks.
“JAAAAKE!” heeseung barks out. you jump at the fry in his voice.
jake’s eyes focus in right on you. it feels like he’s staring inside of your head. into your soul.
his lip curls slightly, in disgust. “why’s there a chick in my house. i told you not to bring girls back here, sunoo. go to a hotel.” he scolded.
“noo, jake. wrong idea. this is y/n. she’s our frat sweetheart.” he says, pulling you in front of him. he shows you off like how a four year old would show off his new toy.
jake stares. really stares. for a good 20 seconds. it makes your skin crawl.
“whatever.” he gruffs out, shoving past you and sunoo. you take note of his cocky australian accent. eugh. you watch as he maneuvers his way into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle. he walks up the stairs back to, what you can only assume, is his evil dungeon where he tortures people and makes hate pages on twitter.
“okay. remember how i said SOME were unapproachable?..” sunoo said, spinning you to face him.
you slowly nod.
“thats what i meant.” he says.
“i gathered.”
“but its OKAY! everyone else is so happy to see you!” he says excitedly. “right, boys?” he said, addressing the others.
the boys nod, jungwon practically vibrating off of the floor.
it was good to know someone wanted you there. but by the way the chapter president ‘greeted’ you? you figured your luck had finally run out.
you can always leave when shit hits the fan. you can always leave.
is what you whisper to yourself as sunoo leads you up to your room.
a.n: thank you all so much for the support on the prologue and the first smau! for chapter one, there won’t be a smau sadly ;( i just didn’t see it as useful to add in since it’s focused on arriving at the house and social interactions!
credits to @ httpssturns for the star banners!
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Marry Me Not || Chapter 6
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Italics: Character’s thoughts.
Bolded: Emphasis.
Bolded Italics: Flashback.
Note: It has been sitting in my drafts for a while. I hope you like it!
Marry Me Not Masterlist
i have multiple headcanons (don't ask me which precisely because anytime someone gives me a new one they shift around to fit my view) but there is one (1) that is a hc prime namely that Dick hates Talia and vice versa. because when dick was little she tried to get dick away from Bruce when she dates him. and that stuck forever. it only subdued a little when damian bevlcame his robin and he needed to get along with her for damis sake.
#255273682 why Sonic is my favorite character: he hates math, too
call to the devil and the devil will come
The rest of the hotel had gone to sleep hours prior, the last to return to their rooms having been Charlie and Vaggie, strictly because Vaggie had practically forced the Princess to bed. Charlie had tried to argue, to say that she wasn’t tired, that she could stay up, that if her father was staying up then so could she. Vaggie had none of it, picking up the blonde and carrying her up to the bed as the exhausted princess half struggled against her girlfriend. All the while Lucifer watched from the bar, shouting a goodnight to his little girl and her girlfriend.
The bartender, Rusk, Busk, Nusk, something of that sort, had gone to bed just twenty minutes earlier after the King had assured the demon that his assistance was no longer needed. The cat seemed hesitant about leaving the bar unattended, about leaving his job when clearly Lucifer had no intentions of going to bed, but didn’t argue much past a few grunts and small mutters about how it wasn’t his problem now he was off the clock.
Since DC doesn't like magic users, could I request more of your Raven and Klarienne love and hate relationship? 🥺👉👈
Them comforting or fighting with each other idc, I'm starving for more of your TJ content , you just write them so good! 😭🫶
Catsitting Arc
The new cat
PLUS...
The score is tied
The latest attack was by Klarienne, loosening all the screws on Raven's bookshelf which made it fall when another book was added. Before that, Raven replaced Teekl's hairbrush with a wire brush bristles. Before that, Klarienne replaced all his matcha with bitter green tea. Before that, Raven put glitter on her dresses. And so on, and so on.
This all started since the day Raven officially joined the team…that was months ago.
As entertaining as it was for the rest of the members, Jacqui had had enough of it. An opportunity came to her when they got a case. It had been fairly stormy lately and even though crimes had gone down, there were still emergencies that needed responding to. Then the Guild called. A small town near the mountains was hit hard by a landslide. They needed more response teams and with boredom and chaos overtaking the headquarters, Jacqui gladly accepted it.
After the debrief, she assigned teams. "Troy, you're with me. We need eyes in the sky, we'll monitor the weather and identify any terrain we can use to get these people in actual hospitals. I was told the town and the response teams had radio systems. Any chance your jet can tap into the system so we can keep in touch with them?" Troy looked over at Talia. "Yeah, I can try to get the radios on the same channel." she said.
"Good. Gigi, Talia, I need you two to coordinate with the local authorities. Check what needs to be done and what else they need with the response and relief teams. Help out the locals, get their information, their relatives, if they need to be united, if they're still looking for some people."
"Got it, boss." Gigi said.
"Laurel, Jess, you two go scout the area. There are still people who are missing and their families are worried. If you find them alive, get them to safety. You're all already briefed on first aid and proper bandaging so I trust you guys would know what to do when you find them injured."
"Yes, ma'am." Jess smiled.
"Raven, Klarienne-"
"Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, hold up." here we go…
"Jacqs, you're not really thinking of putting them together, are you?" Laurel asked, evidently worried. "I am. And if anyone has a problem with that, you're more than welcome to not go at all." everyone kept quiet. "Anyway, Raven, Klarienne, you two are with Laurel and Jess on finding other survivors in the area. You two take the south side. Laurel and Jess will take north. Any questions?"
"Yeah, why am I being paired with Ticci Toby over here?" Klarienne complained.
"Because I said so. Now either suck it up, or you both stay here and I would really rather the two of you come with us cuz if you do, then at least, HQ won't be demolished by the time we get back."
Both demons gritted their teeth before simultaneously saying, "Fine."
"Good. Wheels up in 20."
