#hands r my enemy I hate drawing hands

[certainlyathrill]

bugs i would squish under my boot

[sh4wty18]

girl of your dreams - chapter three.

one. | two. | three. | four.

pairing: hockeyplayer!chris x figureskater!reader

summary: you have trouble picking an outfit for chris's party, but your best friend helps you. then, something unexpected happens that leaves you feeling more confused than ever.

cw: rivals to lovers, angst, first person POV, language, alcohol consumption + being drunk

word count: 1.7k + edited

tags: @joeshiestyslover @chrissbluehat @h3arts4harry @wompwomp-1 @cassluvsturn @cl1tlover3000 (if you want to be tagged, comment!)

dividers from @plutism

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Y/n's POV

I stood in front of the full body mirror leaning against my bedroom wall. My best friend and roommate Gracie laid on my bed across the room, scrolling on her phone as I panic trying on every possible outfit combination I can think of. 

“Ugh!” I grumble, “Nothing’s working. I look like shit!”

Gracie looks up and gives me a goofy smile, “Aww, my darling best friend struggling to pick an outfit for a party was not on my senior year bingo card.” She walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my shoulders, squeezing me tight. “I am so proud of you!” 

I hold her arms and continue pouting into the mirror. “Yeah, well, everyone thinks I’m some uptight loser. I’m sick of it.”

“You’re not an uptight loser. Who told you that? I swear to God I will beat a bitch up!” Gracie shouts, letting go of me and pretending to punch the air next to us. 

I laugh, looking down at my feet. “No one told me that…”

“I can hear the hesitation in your voice. Spill.”

I feel my face burning up, “Well, Chris kind of implied that I don’t like to have fun.”

“Chris Sturniolo?! The president of ADPhi? The dude you’ve been in a random rivalry with since freshman year?”

“The one and only.” I laugh as images of Chris playing hockey this week flash through my mind. He looked so good. I don’t know how I managed to land any jumps this week when everyday I was mesmerized by him. The way he glided across the ice, weaving the puck in between his teammates and coming to a brisk halt before swinging precisely. He’d hit the puck every time, and almost always score. My breath would catch every time too, and I hated myself for it. We aren’t even friend-ly let alone friends! Besides, he’s still insufferable. I still want to roll my eyes every time he talks to me. He’s still arrogant and smug, and sure, his cockiness can be hot sometimes, but the majority of the time it’s just plain annoying. He’s annoying. Everything about him irks me, and yet. And yet…

“Girl? Hello?” Gracie waves her hand in front of my face and pulls me back from my haze. 

“Sorry. I was thinking,” I mumble.

“Yeah, thinking about boning Chris,” she cackles at her own joke, and I playfully swat at her arm.

“Shut up!” 

“Y/n, I’ve seen the way you two argue. There’s no way he’s not into you. It’s kind of hot, when you think about it. The sexual tension, the rivalry. It’s like a fanfiction. Enemies to lovers,” she draws out the ‘r’ in the word ‘lovers’ and waves her hands at me. 

I shake my head with a laugh, even though I can feel my face flushing again. But she’s wrong. There’s no way he thinks of me that way. He’s the president of his frat and the captain of a D1 hockey team. Everyone loves him. “No, Gracie. He just knows how to annoy me because we’ve had nearly every class together for our majors and are co-presidents of Model UN.”

“Exactly! He lowkey knows you better than everyone. Except me of course! But still, that does not give him the right to say you don’t like fun. You’re just focused. I admire you, and he should too. Asshole.” 

I laugh and slap her arm again, “Gracie! …You’re not wrong.” 

She snoops in my closet and pulls out a red lacy top, one I bought on a whim this summer. I don’t know why I even bought it. Three full years of university, and I’ve never once been to a party. I guess I was holding out hope for senior year, that maybe this year I’d have the balls to do something like this. Well, I guess my intuition was correct. She hands me the top, “Wear this,” she says. “It’ll look hot, especially with your black jeans.” 

I take off the pink cami I have on and slip the red one over my head, adjusting my boobs as I do. She wasn’t wrong, it does look hot. My jeans are low rise, they sit just below my belly button. The top is tight, and hugs my waist perfectly. I’m not going to lie, I’ve never felt more confident.

“Shit.” Gracie says, staring me up and down. “If I was Chris, I’d do you.”

I smile, “This isn’t about him.”

“Girl, you and I both know it is. You can pretend it’s just a rivalry all you want, but I’ve seen the way you look at him. You want him.”

“Shut up.” I giggle, and it’s because I know she’s right.

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Gracie and I walk up to the ADPhi house around midnight, since Gracie said it’s always better to show up to parties late. I also took a couple shots of cheap vodka with Gracie before we left our apartment, and I could already feel the alcohol hitting. Since I’d only drank a couple times since sophomore year of college, my tolerance is low, so the shots I’d had before we left were already making me feel light and bubbly.

We walked up the front steps to where a couple guys in the frat sat, and they stopped us. 

“Who are you with?” one man asked with a serious look on his face. 

I couldn’t help but giggle, he was acting like a bouncer at a club. “Um, I’m the captain of the women’s figure skating team. Chris invited us?”

He raises his eyebrow at me, like he doesn’t believe me. “Hang on.” He walks inside the house and I turn to Gracie. We stifle our laughs until the guy comes back out with Chris.

He looks so fucking hot. Sorry. He looks good. His hair is messy and his blue eyes are slightly glazed over, so I know he’s drunk too. His stubble frames his face and draws attention to his angular jawline. Fuck, I want to kiss him. 

“Woah, shit. Y/n. I didn’t expect you to actually show up. You look…” He trails off, his eyes tracking up and down my body. “Yeah, come on in, guys.” He smiles and slings an arm lazily over my shoulders. I stiffen, and he lets go. “Sorry,” he says.

“No, it’s okay. I just wasn’t…” He gets called into a crowd of friends, cheering him on to do a keg stand. He saunters to the middle of the room, so confident and cocky, and I know I’m in for it. I want him. Fuck, I really want him. 

Gracie leads me to the dance floor and the music is blaring. We start dancing together and to my surprise, I actually like the feeling. Being tipsy with my best friend and just getting to relax on a Friday night, not worrying about med-school stuff or studying or debate prompts for Model UN… it felt good. 

After a few songs I look around for Chris, but I can’t find him. I wanted to prove to him that I was having fun, just like he’d said this afternoon at practice. God, he could read me. Gracie grabs my hand and pulls me toward the kitchen, where alcohol bottles litter the linoleum countertops. 

“Have another shot with me?” she asks, and I nod. Being here makes me think maybe I was missing out on something all along. Maybe I’ve wasted three years of my life not experiencing my youth, just to keep my grades up. Chris had fun, and his grades were still steller. So why hadn’t I? Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t like having fun. 

Gracie pours two shots of vodka and hands me one. We click the glasses together before knocking them back, and I wince at the burning sensation in my throat. 

As we walk back into the living room, where people are still dancing and doing keg stands I ask Gracie, “You’ve been here before, right? I gotta pee, but I don’t know where the bathroom is.” 

“Yeah, just up the stairs and to the right. You can’t miss it,” she replies. 

I make my way upstairs and stop outside the first door on the right. I knock a few times, and when no one answers, I walk in. 

It isn’t a bathroom, though. It’s a bedroom, and on the bed in front of me, lies a very drunk Chris in bed scrolling on his phone. 

“Oh, sorry, I thought this was the bathroom,” I say.

He looks up and smirks, before standing and making his way over to me. “You just can’t stay away from me, can you Y/n?” 

I swallow and back up, but he keeps inching closer to me. My back hits the door, which closes behind me. Chris places a hand on the door next to my head and leans in. His face is so close, I can feel the breath passing between us. It's sweet and alcoholic. I kind of like it. 

“Hmm?” he hums when I don’t respond, like he’s waiting for a reply. 

“I honestly thought this was the bathroom, Chris.” I roll my eyes and scowl at him, even though I want nothing more than to close the gap between us, and shut him up with my mouth. 

He reaches out with his free hand and tilts my chin up to face him. “You are such a bitch,” he says with his classic cocky smile. 

I return his smug look, the alcohol making me even more prone to attitude than when I am sober, which is saying a lot. “And you’re an asshole. I guess we have more in common than we thought.”

“Shut up,” he says, his thumb and forefinger still holding my chin, and I catch him stealing glances at my lips.

I smile, “Make me.” I reach out and grab the collar of his t-shirt, pulling his face impossibly closer to mine, until our parted lips brush together. I don’t know why I do it. The vodka might be playing a role. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. He looks down at my lips one more time before letting go of my chin. “I gotta go,” he moves past me, opening his bedroom door to leave. “Bathroom’s the next door to your right. Pay more attention, Y/n/LN, I coulda’ been rubbing one out.” He winks and offers me one last grin–a real one this time–before walking past me, leaving me standing alone in his doorway as he makes his way back downstairs. 

All I can think as I walk into the bathroom is: what the fuck just happened?

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i love this fic so much. i have ideas!!! lmk what you think :)

[nobodyknowsimalesbian777]

Anderson - Abby (Tlou 2)

NSFW tags - enemies to lovers lowkey, hate sex, masturbation, powerbottom!abby, face-fucking (r!receiving), orgasm denial sorta (a!receiving), 18+

authors note: need to dominate a buff woman so bad oh my goddddddd. hoping to release something for ellie too if i get any requests or ideas 😈😈

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you bolted straight up as you awoke, instinctively reaching for the pistol that sat on the nightstand next to you

you pulled your hand away, noticing the way the cold of the morning seemed to envelope you, making every inch of your skin quiver

sweat gathered on your brow in spite of this, gathering on your palms as you rested your head in your hands

you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you reached over to grab your worn journal

the cover was sturdy, with only a few scruffs and scratches, probably from you throwing it against your wall so often

the inside however, was absolutely filthy, filled with lewd drawings and stories of the woman you adamantly hated, abby anderson.

she was a wlf soldier, who you worked far to close to. you had been on the same unit for years, which ment years of you enduring abbys hate-flirting

you knew she did it on purpose, because she saw first-hand how it riled you up. you would think the physical fights would be enough to split you two up.

you couldn't help it, the frustration made your face, and cunt, become unbearably warm. and she was just so easy to catch off guard when she got flirty.

so you had moved to journaling about abby, aggressively.

'had another sex dream about anderson again??? i swear to god she can't won't leave me alone, even in my dreams. i can't stand her.'

you slammed the cover shut, burrowing back under your blankets and trying to clear the image of abby's bare thighs from your mind

of course it was all you could think of. you couldn't catch a break.

it was andersons fault, you didn't mean to walk in on her changing. maybe if she fucking answered when you knocked it wouldn't have happened.

instead you're here, burying your hand between your legs and thinking about her toned thighs, the way they met with her plump ass

and her back, oh my god, her back.

you wanted to watch her back muscles ripple and flex while you fucked her from behind,

tugging on that stupid braid and drawing out the most needy moans

slick pooled under you as you fantasized about abby,

thinking about all the ways you would show her how much you hated her

"fuck you, anderson" your voice was low as your fingers sped up, the feeling on your clit drawing out quiet groans

and just as it was starting to get good, you felt your blanket come flying off you

an all too familiar voice echoing through your quiet room "well fuck you too-"

you met eyes with Abby just in time to see them shoot open, her jaw dropping while she took in the sight in front of her

"oh my god." you were surprised by the lack of disgust in her voice, which you expected

still, you felt your stomach sink as you realized abby had just caught you thinking about her,

with your hands down your pants.

her muscular frame took up so much space in your room, space that you had never imagined she'd be here to fill

"they told me to come wake you up..i- you didn't answer when i knocked" her voice trailed off as her eyes traveled down your body,

clad in pajama pants and a sports bra, not nearly enough clothes to be having this conversation with her

you swear you were in shock, and you opened your mouth to explain yourself, but no words came to your defense

"so...you're not going to tell me why my name is in your mouth right now?" her voice was challenging you, questioning if you really knew what she had just saw

"wrong anderson, i was thinking about your...uh, your...dad?" you really hated her for being an orphan right now.

"right. my dad. ohhkay." she cocked her brow at you, "didn't think you were that fucked up."

"NO! not your dad, thats not what...not like that" you looked up to see abby fucking laughing at you

a real laugh, one you had only seen from a distance, it seemed to light up her whole face,

that is until you sent a pillow flying off of it

"it's not fucking funny, abby!" her laughter just grew, almost doubling her over as she damn-near snorted

"i just caught you masturbating for me, after telling the whole unit how much you can't stand me," she had to fight off another fit of laughter "how is that not funny?"

your head landed in your hands, yet again. maybe this was just a nightmare, a horrible, cruel nightmare that you would soon wake up from

but it wasn't a nightmare, and when you felt abbys body press up against yours, you didn't think you wanted it to be.

her lips met yours in a harsh collision, both of your bodies a flury of passion and hatred as you both grabbed at every bit of flesh you could

your hands landed on abbys shirt, tugging it over her head in one movement with her sports bra

her tits sat perfectly, right in front of you. they were small, mostly muscle from her vigorous training, and they were absolutely captivating

your mouth found its way to her rosy nipples, sucking them harshly, one after the other

abbys pretty moans bounced off the walls while your tounge worked circles around her nipples,

her back arching off the bed, pressing her chest farther into you

you couldn't stop yourself from blindly searching for the waistband of her jeans, popping your mouth off her chest when you felt her belt

abby watched you with a smirk while you fumbled with her belt buckle, every frustrated grunt you made sent a shock right down to her pussy,

she was too impatient to let you struggle for long, however. you watched as she reached down and flipped her buckle open with one hand

"i need you on my tounge." you muttered, so incredibly turned on by her casual behavior and shit-eatting grin, which she was very aware of

her hips bent upwards, allowing you to pull her jeans and boxers off, eliciting a small gasp from the woman above you as the cold air hit her core

you hadn't pegged abby to care much about body hair,

nobody did anymore, with everything else there was to worry about these days

but sitting pretty under her boxers was a little landing strip, guiding you right down to her soaking cunt

you thanked god when you saw it connected to a little happy trail, you found your lips drawn to it,

leaving little kisses down her stomach, the wiry hairs tickling your lips

abby was writhing under you while you took your time, kissing all around her thighs and stomach,

making sure to give her attention everywhere except exactly the place she needed it

the woman grabbed your hair, tugging it up and forcing you to meet her steel blue eyes

"stop fucking around and eat my pussy." her words were nowhere close to a request,

abby anderson was bossing you around, and you fucking loved it

her hands stayed in your hair as she pushed you down to her cunt, watching as you licked slow, experimental strips up her pussy,

seeing the way her face contored gave you the confirmation you needed to continue sloppily dragging your tounge from her aching hole to her swollen clit

nothing you'd ever had tasted more divine then her, and you found yourself gripping her thighs,

shoving her into your face like you needed her to breathe

no part of you doubted that her scent alone would be enough to get you off,

but you found yourself grinding down into the bed anyway, searching for some form of friction

abby took note of this, watching your pretty ass jiggle with every movement of your hips,

she couldn't even register the absolutely maddening sounds coming out of her,

every moan made your stomach flutter, and you felt high off her voice already

"mm, gonna make me cum if you keep that up pretty girl" abby was trying her best to stay in control, and she was failing miserably

her cocky words held no weight, you could hear the bliss in her voice, and you felt it against your face

every motion you made drove her closer to her release, and she was very vocal about how close she was getting

thoughts of her teasing and flirting came to mind, you couldn't shake all the times she had that stomach-curdling power over you,

and as much as you wanted to continue, you wanted to have that power over her more

so when her moans were getting uncharacteristicly high, and her hips were grinding up with a near painful force,

you pulled back

abbys muscular body squirmed under your gaze as her whines and pleas filled the room,

"wh- what? no, no, no i was so close" you wanted so badly to dive back between her legs, to make her shake and come undone for you,

but she just sounded too good begging for you, so you placed a firm slap on her ass,

eliciting a surprised yelp from her as you gathered your clothes and started getting dressed

abbys desperate eyes followed you, watching with confusion as you threw her clothes into her lap

"they're gonna wonder where we are, better hustle anderson." you said as you head out your door, watching her scramble to get ready and get back before any questions arose.

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you watched as abby scrambled over to the meeting table, all eyes on her and her flushed face

she tried to steady her breath, asking "what?"

manny looked between the two of you, eyes landing on you as you shared a knowing look with him.

"didn't expect you to be so loud abby, ." manny said with the same shit-eatting grin you had seen on her earlier,

both of you doubled over in laughter as her face lit up, random sounds sputtering out while she tried to explain herself.

you were looking forward to having the upper hand over her now.

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listening to abby whimpering audio rn 🧘‍♀️🎧

[yoshblue117]

¿ 🎩👁️⚠️ᴅɪʙᴜᴊᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟ⚠️👁️🎩 ? # １

Hola, Okey Lo Dire Rapido, Estuve Ocupado Con la universidad como para subir algun dibujo aqui, y la verdad perdon pero me gana tambien lo que seria la flojera, a todos nos pasa, la flojera y las ganas de dormir siempre nos derrotan de un Insta Kill

Pero Bueno, Espero se entienda, hoy les muestro un Dibujo que la verdad por algúna razon, se me paso por la cabeza, no se porque, pero aquí les traigo un dibujo del triangulo lunatico

Amado por muchos, Odiado por otros, Aterrador para todos, y que necesita terapia mental

🎩👁️B I L L C I P H E R 👁️🎩

bueno, espero les guste mucho, dibujar la flama y sobre el cuerpo y la mano es algo difícil, porque creanme tuve que hacer muchas capas para que quede asi, hacer todo por separado a veces me estresa cuando dibujo, ademas hacer manos no es del todo facil para mi

venga, sabes que quieres estrechar su mano para ver que sucede, no lo puedes negar, el nos observa

bueno aqui me despido, intentare lo posible para publicar mas dibujos, y creanme, la flojera es un arma letal, es nuestro aliado y tambien nuestro peor enemigo, bueno, nos veremos pronto y recuerden

ʟᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ ᴇs ᴜɴᴀ ɪʟᴜsɪᴏɴ, ᴇʟ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴏ ᴇs ᴜɴ ʜᴏʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇɴ ᴏʀᴏ, ¡ᴀᴅɪᴏs!

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Hi, Okay, I'll say it quickly, I was too busy with college to upload any drawings here, and honestly, I'm sorry, but I'm also overcome with laziness, it happens to all of us, Laziness and the desire to sleep always defeat us with an Insta Kill

But well, I hope it is understood, today I show you a drawing that the truth is for some reason, crossed my mind, I don't know why, but here I bring you a drawing of the lunatic triangle.

Loved by many, Hated by others, Terrifying to all, and in need of mental therapy.

🎩👁️B I L L C I P H E R 👁️🎩

Well, I hope you like it a lot, drawing the flame and the body and the hand is a bit difficult, because believe me I had to make many layers to get it like that, Doing everything separately sometimes stresses me out when I draw, and making hands isn't all that easy for me.

Come on, you know you want to shake his hand to see what happens, you can't deny it, he's watching us

Well, here I say goodbye, I will try my best to publish more drawings, and believe me, laziness is a lethal weapon, it is our ally and also our worst enemy, well, we will see each other soon and remember

ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍ, ʙᴜʏ ɢᴏʟᴅ, ¡ʙʏᴇ!

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[demonscantgothere]

Litost by Helholden, Chapter 20: To Be Mad, or To Be Blind

Sauron/Galadriel set during Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor. Galadriel, captured in the middle of a war, has been imprisoned and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Warnings: Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, F/M, Work in Progress

Relationship(s): Galadriel/Sauron, Galadriel/Halbrand

Tags: Prisoner of War, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Good and Evil, Good versus Evil, Existentialism, Existential Crisis, Existential Angst, Late Night Conversations, Implied/Referenced Human Sacrifice, Acts of Kindness, Hate to Love, Love/Hate, Denial of Feelings, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Future, Númenor, Akallabêth, Conflicted Galadriel, Trust Issues, Everyone Has Issues, Sauron Needs Therapy, Magic, Magic-Users, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Heavy Angst, Political Alliances, Canon-Typical Violence, Tenderness, Vulnerability, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think

Chapter Summary:

“Careful,” Halbrand warned, an edge of teasing to his tone, “being too at ease from escaping the crowd. I might think you wish to leave the feast early with me.”

Galadriel froze midstep, turning to face him with shock plain on her face. “No,” she blurted out. “No, not so soon—”

Halbrand’s laugh was jovial in response, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m teasing,” he said, pausing with her. There was a softness in his eyes. “My love.”

Her breath caught in her throat, which spurred him to draw closer to her, his hand catching her chin as he stared down at her through his lashes.

“I can call you that?” he asked, his words barely a whisper. “‘My love?’”

Her breath came more ragged and faster than before, and he only grinned in response—a wolfish grin, all serrated at the edges. The torchlight from the sconces behind her made his eyes glimmer with the flickering of each flame. “Yes,” she managed to say, and his lips came together at last as he hummed softly in reply.

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[mysteriousdragon2]

Rudol Von Stroheim art! Just something I felt like drawing, since Stroheim has been released for DLC for All Star Battle R around...4-5 days ago? Been playing as him since his release date! Opinion on him? Actually super entertaining. HIs Japanese voice actor, Atsushi Imaruoka did a spectacular job with him! Still delivering that same energetic and wild Stroheim in this game!  His moveset? Oh the man has EVERYTHING. From grenades, to his iconic machine gun, to his UV lights. Which, the UV lights got a gauge going on and about, once you activate it, you’re pretty much unstoppable. Then you got his HHA and GHA, they are SO GOOD. His HHA has it where launches his hand at the enemy, then fires away with his machine gun! Then his GHA, oooooh....okay so he attacks with his UV lights, then machine guns you, then uses his own mechanical hand to hold a grenade firing it at the enemy, and his hand returns back to Stroheim. It’s so cool??? Never get tired of seeing his GHA, I could watch that all day LOL.  His animations...when you win a round, you either get his HAM laughter, or him talking about “What child fear a grizzly at a cage in a zoo? None at all!”, kills me everytime man haha.  His victory poses are mostly like Eyes of Heaven, but some of the quotes are new to me I think..? Like in ASBR, he goes “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YEEEEEEEEEEES!” very loudly it’s just so humorous to me I cannot- Give his voice actor an Oscar. Give him appreciation for voice acting the German mad lad, it’s crazy. Give him HUGS. Give him THANKS.  Oh let’s talk about his backwards walking animation, the dude is SO SASSY WHAT THE HECK- how can a serious, maniacal leader just deliver this much sass it’s beyond me-- And even his taunts, got the iconic “YOU UTTER FOOL!”, like you cannot hate on that hehe. HIs interactions with certain characters are pretty good, like with Joseph, Kars, Old Joseph, Speedwagon, and Risotto? Risotto was a strange choice to choose as an interaction but honestly, I vibe anyway lol. Surprised Stroheim didn’t interact with Lisa Lisa, since I think there was one scene in Part 2 where Joseph and gang are arriving to Switzerland and Stroheim is behind them like “hey thanks for finding the Red Stone for me, let’s work together okay?”, and Lisa Lisa is like, “Why do the Germans want the Red Stone?” or something like that. But ya know what, it is what it is and I won’t complain about that, all good! Oh and his different throws are so epic, normal mode is just like him going all bend mode with his arm and his UV lights mode he just fires his laser, very good...very nice touch! To be fair, Stroheim has always been my favorite JoJo character and the first JoJo character to enjoy upon getting into JoJo as a whole, so he means a whole lot to me.  ...Have I been rambling for too long? Oops, haha...guess time to post, eh? Enjoy! ;p

[cto10121]

finally finished a reread of these violent delights by chloe gong, an r&j au retelling in 1920s shanghai, r&j, bencutio. while I did take ample notes this time, I can’t stand another wrist cramp, so my good/bad/ugly review style will have to do. spoilers, of course

so a quick summary: juliette cai and roma montagov are heirs to gangs in shanghai, the scarlets (chinese) and the white flowers (russians). They were once childhood lovers, but when roma betrays her by calling a massacre on scarlet servants, including juliette’s old nurse, juliette is sent away to new york. she has now returned with a heart full of hate towards roma, now her true enemy, but of course things are not what they seem. now there is a monster loose in the streets and a mysterious plague spreading that makes the infected try to tear out their throats. and so r&j investigate and reluctantly team up, settling for a truce. cue mystery sleuthing with UST and whatnot. their friends/cousins rosalind and kathleen/celia (rosaline and celia) and marshall and benedikt (mercutio and benvolio) also do some sleuthing of their own. got it? all right, let’s go

the good:

no r&j hate dumb!!! gong actually has more of a clue about shakespeare!r&j’s personalities and dynamic than most authors, which shows somewhat in her characterizations of her modern analogues. roma and juliette are characterized as perfectly competent characters and reasonably smart (except when they are artificially handed the idiot ball by gong—I’ll get to that). most importantly, their love is taken seriously. most retellings are frankly hostile to r&j themselves, or privilege/favor one over the other. while gong clearly positions juliette as the protagonist, her retelling affords both pairings basic respect, and honestly, i’m just relieved.

speaking of which, no romeo hate dumb!!! i’m crying in relief. actually, roma is hands-down the best of the two, no joke

some passages are nicely written and impressive for a college-aged writer. the structure, plot, and overall characterization sucks, but that is to be expected. this could have been worse for a YA debut

the multilanguage vibes were nice, though i must bemoan these modern authors’ refusal to give translations and just rely on context clues. you are writing to an english-speaking audience, not all of whom knows chinese or russian. do not assume shit and please be considerate to these readers

the rosalind and celia/kathleen naming is actually a clever way of combining both r&j!rosaline with as you like it!rosalind. an easy set up for future sequels too. so very canny of you, gong

er, that’s it

the bad:

marshall and benedikt were shadows of their canon selves and really had nothing to do in this story. gong’s half-hearted attempt to pair them up really did not convince. i’m actually stunned that reviewers say they had more chemistry than roma and juliette. that brief scene with marshall and kathleen at a communist rally had more chemistry than any of the supposed benmars scenes. ymmv obviously

the mystery was both very painfully obvious and not very well set up. in short, the paris analogue, paul, was behind all of this. really, now. the connection between the monster and the plague was so obvious i was surprised the characters treated it like a big revelation.

as much as i liked roma, i still have to lament the fact that gong just…sanded off all of the edges YA-style and made him too gosh darn perfect. roma is a hardened gangster heir just as much as juliette and yet when dangerous circumstances demand that he fight, he barely even uses his gun. it’s always juliette who is quick to draw and use the gun. also, his characterization as a lowkey pacifist is a distortion of shakespeare!romeo’s attitude towards the feud. also, also, it just makes juliette all the worse when you have a down-to-earth roma who only fights when he has to. roma and juliette believing that they could change the feud as children is also a distortion of their shakespearean counterparts’ attitudes.

speaking of edges sanded off, marshall!mercutio also not being very trigger-happy even compared to benedikt. benvolio is literally the closest the play gets to an actual pacifist, but benedikt is much more reckless than marshall or even roma. le sigh.

the book’s anti-colonialist politics disappearing when it comes to the russian white flowers, even though the russians also participated in the colonialism(tm). roma and his family may have been long-time immigrants, but still. would have been a nice dynamic with juliette throwing that in roma’s face and roma throwing the fact that he is an immigrant in a majority-chinese society to juliette’s face and then the two deciding all of it was ridiculous and twitter politics anyway. would have been a nice point.

this is just a personal taste of mine, but the shanghai setting just didn’t work for me. too violent, no real 1920s flair or enlivening detail, and no real sensuality. the mantua brothel was as erotic as a damp noodle. compare that to shakespeare’s verona and the french musical’s vérone. hell, even hungarian retj had a more compelling setting

also a quibble, but i did not like roma and juliette’s first meeting as 15-year-olds at the bund, how it was written, anyway. it was very juvenile (they played a ball game???). meanwhile shakespeare!r&j were kinkily engaging at a pilgrims-saints flirtation. ugh

the writing. a lot of telling and exposition that bogged down the pace. instead of baking juliette’s and roma’s histories within their interactions, gong preferred to info-dump. understandable, as this was her debut, but…well.

the ugly:

juliette cai is a complete asshole. cruel, vindictive, violent, hateful, and even a dick towards her own staff. when i first read TVD, i kind of dismissed her as yet another tryhard strong female character(tm) in YA, but reading it again she really goes above and beyond that. every time she saw roma she had to say something about killing him. the fact that gong had the temerity of passing this almost misandrist hostility off as sexual tension was disgusting. had she been a male character, readers would definitely pearl-clutch and call her attitude towards roma abusive or at least 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩. i found myself really hating her and wishing roma had just given her up for good. which leads me to:

the romance. pretty much nonexistent, so yeah, this is an r&j retelling in name only. i would even describe it as a west side story retelling, but as wss doesn’t have the same marketing pull, r&j it is. when i first read it, i did think roma and juliette at the very least had some UST, but on second reading…nah, son. juliette is outrageously hostile and even violent toward roma for more than half the book and roma just takes it out of guilt. all of their interactions boiled down to “you killed my people” “i know pls forgive me i still love you 🥺”. the last straw was when roma finally confessed, through tears, why he betrayed juliette (in short, his asshole father found out and he gave him an ultimatum—kill her or the others) and juliette just…decided to mask her emotions and move on???? so toxic. and then of course when roma explicitly confesses his love at the end, juliette is all *surprised pikachu face* about it. just awful.

the magic realist monster/plague. awful decision. yeah, sure, keep the plague, it was an underrated plot point in the play, but to make it this whole monster ~mystery…nah, son. the plot should have been about the two gangs/shanghai politics and then the plague introduced later. an editor should have sat gong down for a long stern talk.

there was a last minute plot twist revealing that juliette, in a spoiled-brat pique, told her scarlet cousins the location of a white flowers safe house, where roma’s mother was taken to. hence her culpability when the scarlets kill lady montagova. would have been much better had roma known this from the start and so would have had an equal chance to ~hate juliette just as much as she ~hates him. also, it just makes juliette so much worse and she was already terrible. at least roma had betrayed her out of love for her.

in sum, this premise could have been great. the idea of a true enemies-to-lovers r&j retelling is fascinating and would have been interesting to explore. how would r&j react if they knew the other was their enemy from the start? what if they both had good reason to hate each other personally? and then despite it all, they remain deeply attracted to each other? plus the fact that they are two sides of the same coin? that would have been worth reading. there would have been some problems, of course, notably the fact that shakespeare!r&j are so gosh darn attracted to each other they’d just say screw it and jump on each other’s bones ahead of time, but a canny author could do something with it.

alas, no. instead, juliette is the macho meathead with the “badassery” (just assery) and rage(tm) and roma is the second-credit auxiliary. their one steamy scene at the brothel just wasn’t enough. you need to actually write the secret longing, gong. subtext is still text. as in, you have to point at something in the story that indicates these characters are in love even if they don’t want to admit it even to themselves. as it is, there is no real rationale for why roma and juliette are drawn to each other in the first place. there are some vague attempts on gong’s part to do a shakespeare and write the soulmate vibes, but it’s strictly at a telling-not-showing level. in the end, roma and juliette are way too different from each other, with their similarities only skin deep, which is so far from shakespeare’s couple i could cry

so in effect, this is second chance romance disguised as enemies-to-lovers. this can still work, but you have to know what you’re writing in the first place. as it is, this book is mostly just about 1920s shanghai and gong is just not the writer to make the politics compelling or even understandable. it’s just too vague.

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11/22/24: r/SketchDaily theme, "Free Draw Friday." This week's character from my anthro WWII storyline is Sgt. Badt (first name never given), with field cap (top drawing), with helmet (middle drawing), and with garrison cap (bottom drawing). He plays a small but important role in Godfrey Klemper's story. There'll be more about him later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.

Regarding his design, I wanted bold colors but switched from B&W as Revell looks like that. He has a scar over his nose.

TUMBLR EDIT: Unteroffizier (Sergeant) Badt has been around in the background as a character for a while, yet had no name; until the last minute he was just going to be "Unnamed Sergeant," but his role in Oberschütze (PFC) Godfrey Klemper's background story is important enough--plus I think I'd like him to pop back into the story again at some point--that I decided he at least needed a surname.

Just a WARNING, this entry won't go into detail but does cover unpleasant topics. Klemper, in case you haven't caught on, just has a miserable unfortunate life with bad experience after bad experience, so his story might come across as a kind of "trauma porn" which is not intentional, it's more like his experiences build off of previous ones...a victim has a higher chance of becoming victimized again, after all.

Firstly...Klemper's childhood background, his father Georg and his mother Agnes. Klemper's own father is the first one to victimize him. Klemper spends the rest of his life with heavily conflicted feelings about his dad, but, surprisingly, doesn't hate him for what he did (when he's pretty good at hating others at the smallest slight); Lt. Ratdog questions this when Klemper visits his parents' graves to honor them. Klemper just shrugs and says he was his father, how else is he supposed to feel?

After his mother's death, and the mysterious destruction of his home, Klemper takes his meager belongings with him and starts walking. Way out here in the middle of nowhere, not far from the Polish border, the Wehrmacht has developed an unusual way of trying to drum up recruits; most eligible men are meant to be conscripted, yet out here where there's no real government presence, many of them slip through the cracks (Ratdog is one of them), and intimidating them into joining does little good. They're farming and forest folk, having lived the same way of life for centuries, and the outside world barely touches them. Plus, what limited presence the military has in the area is looked upon with suspicion, if not outright hostility; it's not uncommon for them to be met by pointed rifles. (This isn't entirely unfounded. It's a rogue Wehrmacht unit that burns down Klemper's house, among others.) So the military has to find different ways to convince these people to comply. They hold little "recruitment drives" along the sparse roads, enticing impressionable young men with their promises of a better life, once they serve the Fatherland by fending off the Red menace. These tactics are effective; not only are the border folk rabidly nationalist (most have hardly even heard of the Nazi Party, yet hold compatible Völkisch beliefs), they also live under the constant threat of the Red Army's approach. They also are already used to defending their territory and are good with guns. Although by necessity they receive little, if any, proper training (most of what they learn is in the field), and they aren't quite as disciplined as more official Wehrmacht troops, they still prove a good deterrent to enemies as they patrol the border areas fighting Soviets and partisans. (Well! I guess I finally figured out why my story has these weird wandering army units...)

Klemper comes across one of these recruitment drives, lies about his age (he's thirteen), presents some doctored papers from a dying soldier he encountered, and hands over his father's old rifle for a military-issue one. He's promptly assigned to one of the small, itinerant units led by Leutnant (2nd Lt.) Frieder Dasch. Dasch, however, is dismayed--his unit already has all the men it needs, he can't accommodate any more, he doesn't have the resources or the time to help train an obvious child--and he protests loudly enough that the leader of another unit, resting nearby, offers to take Klemper in. This guy doesn't have a name yet, if ever. Dasch is relieved to get this inconvenience settled before his unit heads out, and Klemper is left with the second unit. The unit leader welcomes Klemper and tells him to get settled in with the others before they too have to head out. Everything seems resolved, arguments averted. His second-in-command, however--Sgt. Badt--looks on with a decidedly unpleasant expression. He's obviously unhappy with the arrangement, yet says nothing.

Klemper accompanies the unit when they head out. Quickly learns the ropes as they go along. Notices how Sgt. Badt doesn't seem to like him--he has a habit of interrupting whenever the unit leader tries to talk with him privately, as if jealous that he should get any attention, and even steps in and insists on taking Klemper's place when the unit leader offers him the chance to scout out the woods with him ("Go on, kid!--mind your elders," Badt snaps, never mind that he isn't that much older than Klemper himself, in his mid/late-teens)--but doesn't have time to dwell. He's helping to keep the Fatherland safe and that's what counts.

The unit finds a place to rest one night; the unit leader has a tent, the others sleep on the ground in their bedrolls. Sgt. Badt is assigned first watch; he doesn't seem happy with this, yet heads off to his post at the clearing's edge anyway. It starts drizzling; the soldiers just pull their bags or helmets over their heads to keep as dry as they can. As Klemper is selecting a sleeping spot some distance away and putting down his bedroll, the unit leader approaches and offers to let him sleep in his tent instead. Klemper is a little confused that he should get this offer and no one else, yet 1. at least he'll keep out of the rain, and 2. he can't help but think the unit leader is so kind, he must really like him, and Klemper latches right on to any shred of kindness he can find. He retrieves his bedroll and hurries after the unit leader, who even holds the tent flap open for Klemper to go inside.

What happens afterward is pretty much what you'd expect, if you weren't as naive as Klemper.

After the unit leader falls asleep, Klemper slips out of the tent, hurriedly secures his belongings--his vision is blurry and his hands are shaking so badly it's difficult to tie his bedroll back up--and makes his way from the clearing. He's going AWOL, he doesn't care about the consequences, just that he can't stay here another minute. As he reaches the forest's edge and steps among the trees, a shadow abruptly appears, and a sharp voice hisses, "Hey! Where do you think you're going!"

Klemper freezes. A lantern turns on and he blinks at the glare. He'd forgotten about Sgt. Badt, and his heart squeezes into his throat when he gives Klemper a venomous glare. All Klemper can do is stare back at him, eyes red and wet, shaking like a leaf, expecting to be handed back over to the unit leader, who will almost certainly not be kind anymore...yet the look on Badt's face subtly changes. He seems to notice how distressed Klemper is, and looks...dismayed, almost. He lowers his lantern a little, hesitates, then moves his head, a sideways gesture. Klemper does nothing. Badt repeats the gesture--an impatient head flick--and now Klemper understands what he's saying. He's telling Klemper to get lost.

Klemper doesn't hesitate further. Clutching his bedroll tight, he plunges into the woods and is immediately swallowed up in the darkness. He glances back over his shoulder just once as he runs. Badt's silhouette is turned, looking after him, yet he doesn't follow. Klemper knows that, as the one on watch, he's likely to face trouble in the morning when Klemper is discovered missing, but again, he doesn't dwell. He runs until he comes within view of another encampment, and surrenders to the soldier stationed on watch. He's taken to their unit commander.

As Klemper's luck would have it...he's stumbled back upon Lt. Dasch's unit. Dasch is roused from his sleep, and exclaims at Klemper, "What the f**k! You some kind of bad pfennig?--always turning back up!" He tries to arrange to hand Klemper back over to his proper unit, but Klemper begs and pleads so piteously to be allowed to stay--bitte, bitte, he'll do good, he doesn't ask much, he'll pull his weight, don't send him back there, bitte--that Dasch is dumbfounded. He protests that they just don't have the resources, yet one of the other soldiers offers to share a portion of his food and goods with Klemper, then another does, and another--all of the other unit members volunteer to share, if Klemper is allowed to stay. Dasch finally gives in, grudgingly permitting Klemper to remain, but insists he needs to do his part or else he'll put him right back where he came from, and probably get him court-martialed. Klemper doesn't care. He plans to do everything he can to remain with Dasch's unit, because he knows he can never return to that other one, he'd rather die first.

The very next day, as they're preparing to head out, Dasch's camp receives a pair of visitors: The other unit commander, and Sgt. Badt. Badt is breathless, having to run to keep up, while the unit leader is steaming; he confronts Dasch immediately, barking, "Where is he?--I know you have him, I know he's here! Hand him over!" Dasch is genuinely confused for just a moment--"What the f**k are you talking about?"--but the other commander just doubles down on his demand. He spots Klemper cowering near a tree and just about explodes: "There he is, right there! Hand him over right now!"

Dasch doesn't care for Klemper, figures he's bad luck, yet he hates being ordered around by somebody not his own CO, and so his temper flares. "What for?" he retorts. Snaps the other unit leader, "He's mine! He belongs in MY unit! You're harboring an absentee! Hand him over!" Now, Dasch's attitude shifts; he frowns and narrows his eyes slightly. "And then what?" he says. "Why do you want him so bad? You're the only CO I know who wants his absentee back so damn much, most of us can't wait to be rid of 'em. You got something in mind for him...?"

Badt's expression is indescribable. The unit leader pales, eyes widening; then his face flushes brilliant red. He casts a baleful glare in Klemper's direction, then back at Dasch. "You know what?" he says. "Keep him. I don't need this sort of nuisance in my unit." He turns, jerking a hand at Badt to follow. "Good luck with him," he mutters as the two depart. Dasch waits until they're out of sight before relaxing...only to notice that Badt dropped his mess kit. "Gott verdammt!" he grumbles, retrieving it yet deciding not to follow. He's already in quite a sour mood over all this drama; "You better be worth the trouble!" he grouses at Klemper, shaking a finger, and orders them all to finish packing their stuff and head out.

As they're marching along a rutted road near the forest's edge, a voice calls out from far behind: "Herr Leutnant! Herr Leutnant!" Dasch slows and stops, the rest of the unit following suit. He recognizes Sgt. Badt jogging after them and gets another sour look; when the sergeant reaches him and stops, trying to catch his breath, Dasch gestures for the unit to keep going, he'll catch up in a minute. He pulls out Badt's mess kit and thrusts it out at him.

Dasch: "Here! Keep a better hold on your s**t next time."

Badt: "Danke." *pauses* "For taking him back in your unit."

Dasch: "Huh?"

Badt: *nods at Klemper* "The kid. He's...not a good fit in our unit."

Dasch: "Ja, well...hardly have room for him in mine, either! Good thing my guys don't mind sharing their s**t with him."

Badt: "I don't think you'll regret it."

Dasch: "I already do." *lowers voice* "What the f**k was all that back there? And this? Obviously you dropped this looking for an excuse to run after us. What's going on with that Arschloch...?"

Badt: "Pretty much what you suggested."

Dasch: *blinks; glances back at Klemper* *scowls & turns back* "Sohn einer Hündin." *glares at Badt* "And how do you know, what's your part in this--?"

Badt: *brief silence* "I was a kid not long ago."

Dasch: *stares* "Why...? Why do you still follow him...?"

Badt: "Duty." *pause* "Someone should be there to try to stop it. I tried to do what I could. To make sure they were never alone together. I'm just sorry it wasn't enough."

Dasch: "You could leave, you know? Request a transfer."

Badt: *rubs at the scar over his nose* "Sometimes it's better not to fight."

Dasch just stands helplessly as Badt tucks away his mess kit and turns to head back. "Hope he's a better fit here," Badt says, "he seems like he trusts you, for whatever reason." "What about you?" Dasch asks; Badt glances after Dasch's disappearing unit, shoulders his pack. "I'll be fine," he says, salutes, turns, and heads back up the trail; after a moment or so, Dasch heads the other way to catch up with his unit.

...I don't know yet that Badt returns to the plot afterward or not, or in what circumstances. I like to think he might pop up unexpectedly and become a more important character, maybe develop more of his own backstory. Maybe he could even end up in charge of his own unit (like Klemper briefly does before his demotion). These are all thoughts for another day.

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[behind-corner]

WE FROM A TO Z

Analizis - I make lots of analizis about people inside of my head.

Bands - There are so many bands that i like or would want listen to.

Citruses - I absolutely hate eating citruses.

Duality - I have a dual personality, i can be cute and in second to change into deep dark depressed weirdo.

Eating - I love good and tasty food.

Fan - I'm a big Star Wars fan from my childhood. Firefly could telling stories about it.

Garage - I and my another friend (which we can start calling Nova) have a band and play in her garage.

Handwork - It's my biggest hobby, i absolutely love crochetting. I used to hate it but now i crochet everyday.

Introverted - I'm a big introvert, expecelly around new people.

Jackets - My closet is full of different jackets, i love wearing them.

Kalimba - Only music instrument that I own.

Language - I'm absolutely awful in learning foregien languages, but i love my native one.

Metalhead - Do i really need to write something else here?

Norway - I absolutely live Norway and all Scandinavian countries. I would like to visit them one day.

Otamatone - The most cutest musical instrument. How cool would be to play at it in metalband?

Platypus - My favourite animal. I relate to it so much because is as weird as I.

Quiz - I love to play a board games with my family, but i mostly prefer a quiz ones.

Reading - I was born as bookworm.

Singing - I sing now a whole year. Yey.

Time - My biggest enemy. It goest extremly slow or extremly fast.

Vinils - I collect records. I absolutely love 70s and 80s and bit if 90s. So i own retro technic like gramophone and walkman.

Writting - I could write all day long if my hand wouldn't start ache and ideas wouldn't stop flowing to my mind.

Xenon - I love equations. Chemistry is full of them but i stil don't like it that much.

Yarn - Thing i spend lost of my money on. I have extreme amount of it at home.

Zentangle - Style in which i draw mostly, if i even draw. I love drawing cartoon flowers.

Your Nyx.

A- ATLA. Another great show and a childhood classic of mine.

B- Books! I love reading even though it's hard to focus on them from time to time

C- Clangen. I love this game so much if you can't tell already (/lh)

D- Drawing is my life and my soul even if I'm not that great at it right now.

E- Education. I love learning new things all the time!

F- Flight rising! A really nice cozy dragon game

G- Games. I absolutely love online games if it's not obvious by like 50% of the alphabet being games

H- Home. Social interaction is tiring as heck, so I like to stay at home most of the time.

I- Imagination. I have a really strong one and love to daydream especially in school.

J- Journal. I do keep one but I'm horrible at being consistent

K- Knitting. I have tried it but it takes way too much patience.

L- Lore. I love me a game with some good lore. Most likely because I watched game theory too much as a kid

M- Music. I absolutely love listening to all kinds of music all the time

N- Negativity. I tend to think pretty negatively about myself which can suck sometimes.

O- Ocean. While I have never been near any ocean It looks so nice and I would like to at least get close to it.

P- Pixel cat's end! Also a really nice game and very user friendly

Q- Quail. Just a silly bird that looks very cute. What else would you want from a bird?

R- Raccoon. I love racoons so much I wish you could kep them

S- Summer. My favourite season even though mosquitos are a pain.

T- The Owl House!!! Go check it out. It's an amazing show and we were robbed of s3

U- Understanding. I'm usually the mediator of my group so I'm pretty good at trying to understand people before judging

V- Vacation. One week of school and I already need it

W- Winter. My second favorite season! I love sculpting things out of the snow so much

X- X-ray. Because I've never actually had one thanks to never breaking any bone in my body I still find them quite scary

Y- Yo-yo. I have a friend trying to teach me yo-yo tricks even though I'm horrible at it

Z- Zombie. Because I feel like one whenever I'm at school. It's tiring.

Your Firefly

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15th July >> Mass Readings (USA)

Saint Bonaventure, Bishop, Doctor 

on

Monday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time.

Monday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time.

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the feria (Monday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Isaiah 1:10-17 Wash yourselves clean! Put away your misdeeds from before my eyes.

Hear the word of the LORD, princes of Sodom! Listen to the instruction of our God, people of Gomorrah! What care I for the number of your sacrifices? says the LORD. I have had enough of whole-burnt rams and fat of fatlings; In the blood of calves, lambs and goats I find no pleasure.

When you come in to visit me, who asks these things of you? Trample my courts no more! Bring no more worthless offerings; your incense is loathsome to me. New moon and sabbath, calling of assemblies, octaves with wickedness: these I cannot bear. Your new moons and festivals I detest; they weigh me down, I tire of the load. When you spread out your hands, I close my eyes to you; Though you pray the more, I will not listen. Your hands are full of blood! Wash yourselves clean! Put away your misdeeds from before my eyes; cease doing evil; learn to do good. Make justice your aim: redress the wronged, hear the orphan’s plea, defend the widow.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 50:8-9, 16bc-17, 21 and 23

R/ To the upright I will show the saving power of God.

“Not for your sacrifices do I rebuke you, for your burnt offerings are before me always. I take from your house no bullock, no goats out of your fold.”

R/ To the upright I will show the saving power of God.

“Why do you recite my statutes, and profess my covenant with your mouth, Though you hate discipline and cast my words behind you?”

R/ To the upright I will show the saving power of God.

“When you do these things, shall I be deaf to it? Or do you think that I am like yourself? I will correct you by drawing them up before your eyes. He that offers praise as a sacrifice glorifies me; and to him that goes the right way I will show the salvation of God.”

R/ To the upright I will show the saving power of God.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:10

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 10:34-11:1 I have come to bring not peace, but the sword.

Jesus said to his Apostles: “Do not think that I have come to bring peace upon the earth. I have come to bring not peace but the sword. For I have come to set

a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and one’s enemies will be those of his household.

“Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever does not take up his cross and follow after me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. “Whoever receives you receives me, and whoever receives me receives the one who sent me. Whoever receives a prophet because he is a prophet will receive a prophet’s reward, and whoever receives a righteous man because he is righteous will receive a righteous man’s reward. And whoever gives only a cup of cold water to one of these little ones to drink because he is a disciple– amen, I say to you, he will surely not lose his reward.” When Jesus finished giving these commands to his Twelve disciples, he went away from that place to teach and to preach in their towns.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Bonaventure, Bishop, Doctor 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Ephesians 3:14-19 To know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge.

Brothers and sisters: I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that he may grant you in accord with the riches of his glory to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inner self, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the holy ones what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 119:9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

R/ Lord, teach me your statutes.

How shall a young man be faultless in his way? By keeping to your words.

R/ Lord, teach me your statutes.

With all my heart I seek you; let me not stray from your commands.

R/ Lord, teach me your statutes.

Within my heart I treasure your promise, that I may not sin against you.

R/ Lord, teach me your statutes.

Blessed are you, O LORD; teach me your statutes.

R/ Lord, teach me your statutes.

With my lips I declare all the ordinances of your mouth.

R/ Lord, teach me your statutes.

In the way of your decrees I rejoice, as much as in all riches.

R/ Lord, teach me your statutes.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 23:9b, 10b

Alleluia, alleluia. You have but one Father in heaven; you have one master, the Christ. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 23:8-12 The greatest among you must be your servant.

Jesus spoke to the crowds and to his disciples: “Do not be called ‘Rabbi.’ You have but one teacher, and you are all brothers. Call no one on earth your father; you have but one Father in heaven. Do not be called ‘Master’; you have but one master, the Christ. The greatest among you must be your servant. Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[9centjefferson-blog]

I realize I’ve been slacking on the reason I made this account. I blame it on poor discipline and trying to research and write an SCP article to finally contribute to a 10+ year interest, but that’s beside the point. What I want to do right now is a quick little update on my thoughts about new Group Hug cards in MOM and MOC, because B R O T H E R M A N B O Y do we have some good ones! Let’s go!

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1. Pain Distributor

Single-handedly THE card I’m most excited about. This kind of overlap between helpful and harmful effects is exactly the kind of thing I believe Group Hug needs to develop it’s identity beyond “the silly archetype people play to feel mischievous” and other such stereotypes. Giving players resources they want to use while also pushing life totals towards an end point is just chef’s kiss w/ flourish. This goes right next to Overabundance and Spiteful Visions as pillars of my arguments.

Definitely comes in at number 1 with no notes.

2. Excise the Imperfect

I’m excited for this card because it’s an incredibly good removal spell that—much like Fateful Absence—requires the controller to pay mana to get the compensation, but it’s such a blatantly good removal spell it’s gonna go the way of Beast Within and Arcane Denial and be generic, and that will bother me for no good reason.

Solid number 2, not number 1 because it’s so generally good.

3. Cutthroat Negotiator

Expanding a noticed trend of my favorite mechanics (impulsive draw and theft, group hug, & treasures) all being things pirates do, we get Cutthroat Negotiator to not only put Parrrlay into rightful hands but also provide a pretty good effect. Lack of Haste or any evasive keyword makes it far less powerful than it should be (I’m biased.), and I originally thought it had a Phabine style effect of an effect for both lands and nonlands, but even without any of those, it’s still a perfectly fine card. I like it more than I should, but it does do a lot of fun things, which is most important for effects like these.

Number 3 because it’s good is the enemy of my perfect.

4. Firemane Commando

We all love card draw, and I love effects that reward opponents for attacking other players, so this is a very solid combination of the two. Goes well with Goad and Pillowfort, brings a solid body with evasion, and it looks cool. Doesn’t do anything for 1v1, but at this point I think it’s a pipe dream to ever think this archetype will be good there.

Number 4 because all it does at the end of the day is draw 1 card, but it does do things I want, so it’s saved from the bottom.

5. Rankle and Torbran

I love this alternate art, but I hate the book crease in the center. I love Rankle, so it makes me extremely happy to se him again. I’m disappointed it was a team up with Torbran, but Eldraine only really had Rankle and Kenrith as legendary characters with group hug effects, so I guess it can’t be helped. Effect-wise, It’s a solid card. The body and keywords are fine for the cost, and the effects are pretty solid. Reminds me of second Drana. It’s much more combat focused than OG Rankle, but that’s probably good all my durdle considered.

Number 5 because all it really does it just make a treasure for everyone, but from a sluggy perspective it does a lot.

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In all, I love these sets for Pain Distributor and Faerie Mastermind alone, but the couple other cards included are worth mentioning.

[quinthejester]

finally drew the twins! Amrod and Amras. Didn’t do as many sketches as usual because my hand has been acting up a lot lately, so I’ve been trying to take it easy. Regardless, I love these boys and have a lot of thoughts on them. 

Basically a lot of this is me looking at them and thinking ‘Oh, free real estate for making stuff up since not much is really said about them’. And I’ve done just that, so personality headcanons below:

(I ended up writing a lot oops, so decided to put it under the keep reading thing. TW: there is a brief mention of self harm at the end)

Links to the rest of the brothers before I delve into rambles: Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir and Curufin

(In Valinor)

So, while they were pretty similar, being the mischievous twins of the family, the two aren’t all the same and have some very distinct differences, I imagine. I see Amras being the more extroverted and confident twin and Amrod as a bit more introverted and sensitive. Amras was the one who was more actively mischievous, while Amrod was more subtle- but when around his brother, he’d come out of his shell more and the two could cause a lot of chaos together. 

Interest wise, both are very outdoorsy people. Running around, hiking, probably liked playing with Celegorm a lot when they were kids. However, Amras was always more into hunting and animals (and hunting style wise, he’s stealthy and great at setting traps; in contrast to Celegorm, who I see enjoys the chase more), while Amrod is more gardening and plants. 

Skill wise, Amras is a great hunter, but also a really good artist. He often sketches animals, plants, buildings, lots of still life, but often with notes which basically deconstruct the things he draws. And I see Amrod as being good at gardening, but very scientific about it as well, often seeing if he can crossbreed plants etc. Basically both take their interests in a very Noldoran scientific creative way, and their father is very proud. 

The two are each others best friend, and when together they act in a way that is nearly indistinguishable, and they were almost together. Though catching them on their own will make their differences more clear. Amrod is quieter, more gentle, and more shy, and while Amras is more imaginative and reckless. And while back in Valinor, Amras often seemed more carefree, he was the type of person to hide his true feelings behind a smile and people could rarely tell if he was upset- except for Amrod, who can always tell and push his brother to open up to him. 

(After the first Kinslaying to the ship burnings)

So, with my headcanon of Amrod being the more sensitive one, I also just see him as overall the most sensitive, empathetic and pacifistic of all the brothers. As a result, he was the most effected by the first kinslaying. Completely guilt ridden and horrified, wanting to stay home, atone, etc. Complete emotional wreck after the fact. Amras on the flip side kept his feelings pent up, but seeing how his brother looked, ultimately convinced Amrod that, when they arrive at Middle Earth, Amrod should just stay on the ship and Amras will just try make it seem like both he and his twin are there until Amrod is long gone. Amrod ends up agreeing to this, despite not wanting to seperate from his brother. And then the ship burnings happen, Amrod dies, and Amras both blames himself for coming up with the idea, but also blames his father, because what the hell. As a result, Amras grows to kind of hate Feanor, and the death of his brother causes Amras to just lose his old happier personality. 

(Just Amras headcanons, post Amrod death. TW: Mention of self Harm) 

Amras overall just becomes a more distant and cynical person. I imagine he does grow to sometimes pretend to be Amrod as a way of coping/or as a way to make it seem like the Feanorians haven’t lost as much as they have, convinced by the rest of his brothers, so that their enemies can fear all seven sons (idk if that makes sense, it’s hard to explain my thoughts). As a result, sources are mixed on whether Amrod is dead or not.

With my headcanons of Amrod being into plants and stuff, I see Amras as going out of his way to learn all about middle earth’s flora, sketching them and writing notes, all that. He learns the lands the best out of all his brothers, becoming highly skilled at surviving in the wilderness, discerning dangerous plants from safe ones, hunting. He very much became one of the best hunters and survivalists of his time.

I think out of his brothers, I see him as the most disillusioned with the oath and Feanor’s will. He’s bound by the oath, but holds a massive distain for his father and their cause. This anger and grief at what happened leads to him burning and scarring his hand, which has a tattoo of the star of feanor on it. All done in an unhealthy way to deal with his grief, anger, an attempt to regain some sort of control, to show his anger to his father for killing his brother, and to get rid of his father’s mark on him. 

I probably have more thoughts and I do really love these two, these are all my thoughts at the moment. 

I hope my rambles made sense. I am tired and have a lot of feelings. 

[smileysuh]

Baby Face : Frat Haechan

🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. You and Haechan have been enemies ever since highschool, when debates between you in class would get heated. Now, you’re in a sorority and he’s in your brother frat, NCT House. Trivia nights are supposed to be fun at the campus bar but you and Haechan always take it personally, and your friends see the sexual tension, even if you and Haechan don’t. Johnny and Jaehyun concoct plans to force you and Haechan interact, frat boys lie, and even if Haechan gets you on your back, you’re never going to stop calling him the nickname he hates so much: “baby face”.

cw/ tw.  lots of competition, high key GAMER HYUCK, dom leaning switch Haechan, oral (f/r receiving), pet names, slight degradation, angst, unprotected sex, fingering, BIG DICK HAECHAN, dumbification, body worship, he refers to himself as daddy once or twice, etc..

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 14.4k

🍭 aus. frat, enemies to lovers, childhood enemies, crack, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. find the rest of my frat universe here

“So then we get back to his room-”

“Is he still rooming with Johnny?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck, I’d climb that guy like a tree.” 

“I know right? But we get back there, and he throws me on the bed-”

You close your book loudly with a sigh, drawing the eyes of your sorority sisters who hadn’t even noticed you sitting in the living room by the window, the drapes half obscuring you and shutting you in with the beautiful morning sunlight- which you had been enjoying. 

“Oh, hi Y/N.” One says awkwardly. 

The man they’re talking about is Lee Donghyuck, notorious roommate of Johnny Suh and renowned “lady killer” of the frat system. Almost as well known as his reputation, or yours for that matter, is the fact that you both hate each other- and you have since high school, where you made a point to personally pick fights with each other in debate team.

“Don’t let me stop the story.” you wave your hand as you head towards the stairs leading up to the second floor of your sorority house, “Ryujin told me her version of it last Saturday,” you wink at the two girls, “and I hear the ending where he kicks you out at two am before Johnny gets home is the best part.” 

Fucking Lee Donghyuck, you think to yourself as you head up to your bedroom. When are the girls in your sorority ever going to learn that he’s the worst of the worst?

“Could you just be nice this once?” Jenni sighs as you slide into the booth next to her at the campus pub for Trivia Tuesday. 

“No.” you answer, flashing a smile at Johnny, who’s just finishing setting up the projector for the game. He waves at you, grabbing a stack of trivia answer papers to begin handing them out to the tables who are playing.

“You cut it a bit close.” Johnny says to you as he gives you a peice of paper for your answers, checking his watch to see how long he has until he has until it’s 8, and trivia night officially starts. 

“I knew you wouldn’t start without me.” you beam up at the tall frat boy. As much as you hate Haechan, his roommate, in fact his entire frat, is pretty cool. NCT House is technically the brother frat of your own sorority, as much as you and Haechan wish this wasn’t the case, and that means that you end up in the same circles as NCT boys with some frequency. 

“Who would compete with Haechan if you didn’t show?” Johnny points out, eyes sliding over to his roommate. 

Your sorority and frat have two tables you’ve all but claimed on Trivia Tuesdays. Squished up next to each other, the two hour long game from eight to ten gives your houses plenty of time to intermingle and flirt. You’re at the end of one side, and Haechan has his claim all the way at the end of the other table. He has a beer in front of him, and he’s twiddling with a pen, chatting with Mark Lee and Kim Jungwoo. 

Johnny heads over to give Haechan’s table their own trivia paper, he does a few errands as a timer ticks down on the projector screen. Johnny manages to bring you a beer, and serve a few others at the table before the clock hits one, then he heads over to the bar, where he’ll be stationed for the next two hours, testing out the audio system. 

Taeyong enters the bar, eyes quickly scanning the tables, he makes the decision to join you and Jenni, taking the only free chair across from you. “Hey! You made it!” Jenni beams at her friend. Since they’re both leaders in your houses, they spend a lot of time together. You enjoy Taeyong, he’s a bit quiet, but a genuinely nice guy. 

“Happy Trivia Tuesday everybody!” Johnny says into the mic, drawing your attention from the wide eyed frat president, and earning a few whistles from the NCT table next to yours. 

“Take it off!” someone bellows, and when you turn to follow the voice you see that Lucas and Hendery are already drunk, happily situated near where your tables are joined. Most of the younger members, with the exception of Haechan, just come to Trivia Night to flirt. You’re not surprised that Lucas and Hendery already each have a few empty shot glasses in front of them.

Johnny grabs the bottom of his shirt as if he’s about to follow through with Lucas’s crude request, only to stop just as the first inch of beautiful skin is revealed, “You wish slut!” Johnny teases Lucas, getting back on track immediately. “I take my job as MC very seriously everyone.” Johnny laughs to himself, “For those of you who are new, the rules are quite simple. There are five categories, five questions each, with a total of 25 fill in the blank answers. The five categories are Art, Movies, History, Music and a Random category. Each category has a theme that changes every week. Every slide will be numbered and you get four minutes per question, with a five minute break between each category, which means we finish at 10:00.” he speaks so quick its hard to follow, “if you didn’t catch those rules, just roll with it. Without further ado, today’s first theme is…” he turns to look at the screen, hitting the next slide button to reveal “classical art!”

Your eyes shift to Taeyong, “We’re lucky you sat with us.” Jenni voices your thoughts. Taeyong might be a business major along with a few of the other NCT boys, but he has a minor in art history.

“Taeyong!” Haechan calls from the other end of the table, “come over to our side!”

Taeyong looks between you and Haechan, but luckily he doesn’t even get a chance to speak or choose who to listen to, because the ever prudent MC’s voice fills the room, “Whatever table you’re sat with is now your group, no changing or cheating, or you’ll be disqualified.”

Haechan makes a big deal out of this, rolling his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air, groaning- you’re surprised he doesn’t full-on throw his drink on the ground like a tantruming child.

“Is everyone ready?” Johnny looks around the room, then he switches to the slide.

“QUESTION 1: theme - classical art - name this painting and the painter (.5 points per answer)”

The picture on the screen is one you’ve seen before, hell, Lucas is so drunk he bellows “Easy! It’s the scream!” Loudly enough for everyone in the bar to hear.

But when Taeyong reaches for your pen- and you allow him to write “The Scream - Edvard Munch”- you realize the two part answer might not be as ‘easy’ as Lucas first thought. Edvard Munch- you’re glad Taeyong is here. 

You can’t help but sneak a glance down the table. Doyoung has the paper in front of him, and he’s pressed up to Haechan’s side, both of their heads bowed as they whisper. Jaehyun’s near them too, the final member of the ‘nct competitive trio’ who always does their absolute best to beat you at Trivia Tuesday. The dimpled captain of your university's soccer team throws you a wink, a challenge, and you shake your head at him.

It’s on. 

Between you, Jenni and Taeyong, you’re pretty sure you do well in the classical art category. However, Doyoung is a formidable foe, especially where Taeyong’s concerned. They might be best friends, but they compete as if they’re each other’s biggest enemies, and it proves to fuel the energy in the bar.

Category two ends up being Children’s movies. You’re a little nervous when Hendery, Yangyang and Lucas perk up at the first picture, a film you don’t recognize, but Taeyong simply takes your pen and fills in the blank. Again, when the round finishes, you feel okay with your answers. 

You and Haechan exchange a look when the History theme ends up being ‘Greek mythology’. You’re in a greek mythology classical studies class together right now, and you’d even had a debate over Hades and Persephone’s love story in high school. “To play the devil’s advocate” Haechan had said, as he began to defend Hades’ actions- the debate had gotten so explosive that your teacher had to threaten sending you to the principal’s office if you didn’t both calm down. Suffice it to say, the entire trivia round is spent with the both of you painstakingly answering the questions, personal investment making your skin flush with competitive anger. 

By the fourth round, which ends up being hip hop music, nearly everyone is tipsy. Johnny hums hip hop songs without using the lyrics, and everyone gets really into the game. Entire tables sing out songs to completion, not caring that the answer becomes a given. It’s during this round that a bunch of people leave the bar. A few couples pair off, and you’re a little shocked to see Sweet Baby Taeil leave with one of your frat sisters holding his hand, good for him. Winwin, Yuta, Mark and Jungwoo all clear out as well, and you watch the way the drunken lion hangs onto the small Canadian music theory major. 

Johnny comes with a pitcher of beer, filling up the cups of those of you who are left. It’s unspoken common knowledge that the final round is always for you and Haechan to fight it out.

Johnny counts out everyone points, whoever is left in the bar that is, and the top two groups get to go into the final lightning round which consists of abstract questions with no set answers. The two group leaders have to convince two of the three bartenders to their argument to win the game point. With the topic being random, you and Haechan both rely on your years of experience bullshitting your way through debates. 

“Okay, as predicted, the two leading teams are ‘NCT House’ and ‘The Sorority gal’s’” Johnny giggles and you nudge Jenni with your shoulder, being late means she gets to choose your team name, and this one is not up to standard in the slightest. “Y/N and Haechan, come on up for the final round.”

Those who are left in the bar are primarily your own friends, however a few other students come to watch the Thursday night trivia takedowns. In fact, the younger members of NCT House have started taking bets on who’s going to win, you or Haechan.

Jaehyun has migrated to a table with a few other frat guys, you recognize his friends Mingyu, Eunwoo and Yugyeom, as well as a tattooed Film Major named Jungkook, who you’ve hooked up with once or twice. 

The two bartenders who are on shift with Johnny tonight are Baekhyun and Kai. they’ve acted as the referees for your trivia nights a number of times, and you trust the impartiality of the three men, although Johnny does technically have a bias towards Haechan, he has so much chaotic Aquarius energy that you know he won’t show preference. 

“Okay, question twenty one, which doggo is best doggo?” there are four pictures of different dogs on the screen.

“Haechan!” Donghyuck screams his own name, hand raising immediately to signify he has an answer. Haechan’s tactic is always to answer first, so he can choose the easiest answer, or speak first, which he thinks gives him the upper hand. But it also gives you more time to fine tune your answer. 

“Haechan!” Johnny nods to the man standing a few feet away from you.

“Doggo number two is the best doggo for three reasons!” Haechan answers, he’s also loved giving ‘three’ examples ever since high school, so none of you are shocked his answer begins this way. Next he’s going to give a logic based answer, then one that makes your heart hurt, and he’ll finish it off by being charismatic and funny. “One, it’s a german shepherd, which are really smart, so smart they’re one of the best breeds for police force work. Reason number two, look at it’s little face and it’s cute little hat. Third and final reason, I used to volunteer waking dogs and german shepherds always attracted a specific kind of girl that was just,” Haechan makes a motion with his fingers, “chef's kiss.”

“Good reasons,” Johnny laughs, “Y/N, rebuttal!”

Unlike Haechan, your strategy is this: know your judges. 

“Doggo number four is the best doggo for one obvious reason!” you respond in the same animated manner as Haechan does, mocking him, which you know he hates. “It’s a corgi, in fact, I'm pretty sure that’s Baekhyun’s dog at Exo House’s Christmas party two years ago.”

“What?!” Haechan narrows his eyes at the picture of doggo number four, realizing a moment later that you’re right. 

“And we all know that Baekhyun’s doggo is the best doggo.” you conclude, speaking over Haechan. 

“And this round's winner is…” Johnny picks up his whiteboard paddle, your name written on the front of it, Baekhyun and Kai following suit, “unanimously Y/N!” 

“What!?” Jaehyun yells from the tables, “But the hot girls!”

“The chefs kiss!” Doyoung agrees loudly.

“Excuse me, are you two the judges?” Johnny glares at his friends, “no? I thought so, now shut up and let us work! Remember, there is no right or wrong answer, this is all based on your ability to argue. Next slide… question twenty two! Who’s the hottest?”

Four pictures appear on the board: Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaehyun and Ten. 

“Y/N!” you throw your arm up and grab Johnny’s attention.

“Someone’s eager, Y/N!” Johnny points at you to let you answer first.

“The hottest is Taeyong!” You know he’s good friends with not only Johnny, but Baekhyun and Kai as well. “He’s got an amazing jawline, gorgeous big eyes, and he’s just generally beautiful.”

“Haechan, Haechan, Haechan!” your opponent is wiggling with energy, and you turn to watch his rebuttal. 

“Haechan go!” Johnny nods to his friend.

“Ten is the hottest! His teeth are perfect,” Haechan begins counting to three with his fingers, “he looks amazing in any style of clothing you throw at him, and look at his nose! I’ve seen girls with nose jobs that aren’t even as pretty! Come on, Ten’s the hottest for sure.” 

Johnny holds up the side of his paddle that says ‘Haechan’, and after a moment, Kai agrees with him. To your credit, Baekhyun holds up your name, and he even verbally disagrees with his fellow judges, “Look at him!” Baekhyun points to Taeyong still seated at your table, his ears turning red from the attention, “He’s adorable!”

“If Ten was here you’d say he was adorable too!” Johnny insists, “Haechan wins.” He adds a tally to the board he uses to keep track, hiding the points from you and Haechan until the end of the trivia night. Sometimes, there’s not even really a point to go one versus one because you or Haechan have a five point or more lead, but Johnny likes the theatrics of it all. If he was to tell you that one of your wins is guaranteed, you and Haechan might not fight to the death as you do when it’s a close call, and Johnny’s nothing if not a slut for drama.

“Question twenty three,” Johnny switches to the next slide, “The best category on Netflix to watch when you want to get laid.”

Haechan is quick to throw up his hand to answer, and a moment later he’s going into a full on rant, “horror movies are the best to watch when you want to get laid because the girl will hide on your shoulder and you can cuddle up close-” You roll your eyes and Haechan turns to glare at you, “oh yeah? What's your answer then?”

“Well first, not every girl is going to ‘hide on your shoulder’ because of a horror movie, in fact, Donghyuck, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who screams at jump scares.” 

“That was one time in tenth grade-” Haechan glares at you.

Johnny smacks his hand down on the bar top, “order in my court! Y/N, name a Netflix category, other than horror, for when you want to get laid.” 

“Yeah babe, what are you going to put on Netflix for background noise when you finally give in and just admit you love me.” Haechan teases.

You scoff loudly, “you know what, Haechan, when pigs fly and I finally decide to graciously allow you to get with this,” you motion to your body, “I’ll be putting on a comedy, that way at least something will be guaranteed to be funny.” 

Three paddles present your name and Johnny is still laughing as he gives you the point, Haechan left stuttering with comebacks that fall short.  “Question twenty four, name one person to bring to a deserted island with you. Y/N you’re first.”

“The dude from that survivor show, Bear something-”

“Bear Grylls!” Johnny helps you with the name.

“Yeah him, because he’s been doing this shit on tv for years. He would be the best person to bring.” You say, knowing that you answer is falling a bit short, but that’s what happens in the final few questions, Johnny purposefully puts pressure on you and Haechan to answer quickly. 

“Haechan!” Johnny points to your debate counterpart.

“If I was on a deserted island I’d bring Y/N, and she’d be the best person because she’d be so fucking annoying I’d have a ton of motivation to build a raft to get the fuck out of there. Worst comes to worst I eat her-”

“Haechan!” Taeyong scolds from the table, “what did we say about cannibal jokes?” 

“You said they’re not funny, but they are!” Haechan insists, pointing to Baekhyun and Kai who, unfortunately enough for everyone else, are so immature that they’re giggling. 

“Are you two seriously going to vote for Haechan saying he’s going to eat me!?” you ask in shock, gaping at your two trusted bar tenders, “Johnny?! You too?!”

Johnny gives Haechan a tally mark. 

“Question twenty five, first answer that comes to your head.” Johnny says loudly, “Name the best song to fuck to.”

“Who even chose these questions?” Doyoung asks, smacking half empty glass of beer down on the table, “these are rigged!”

“What!?” Taeyong argues back, “Haechan just won due to cannibalism!”

“Silence from the peanut gallery!” Johnny screeches. Doyoung lets out a ‘hmph’ sound and crosses his arms over his chest. “Haechan, answer!”

“Uh…” Haechan falters, then he says “Anaconda, Nicki Minaj! Because my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun!” 

“Y/N?” Johnny turns to you for the tie breaker answer. 

“Or Nah, by Ty Dolla $ign,” You respond smoothly, “because I can lick the tip then throat the dick.”

There's a brief moment of shock and then Jenni and Taeyong are cheering for you, Jaehyun’s frat table bursting out into a fit of giggles as Jungkook nods in confirmation, and all three bartenders show your name on their paddles, signifying another win for you. Haechan is sputtering beside you, “that’s cheating, you’re seducing the judges!” 

“She’s not seducing us.” Baekhyun laughs at Haechan’s tantrum, pouring the celebratory winner drink that the bar gives the Trivia Tuesday winner for free. 

“And the winner is, drumroll please…” those who are left in the bar follow Johnny’s cue and begin to tap their hands and feet, Johnny coming to stand between you and Haechan, grabbing each of your hands, “coming in first place with 23 points is…” he throws your arms up, “Y/N’s team!” 

Haechan doesn’t even take his loss graciously, a groan leaving his lips as he stomps back to his table. You don’t care, you accept the beer from Baekhyun and dance over to your side of the big Greek System table. 

“By half a point!?” Haechan’s voice draws your attention from the celebration. Johnny’s just handed him back his score sheet, of course Haechan always goes over it immediately after any loss, just to make sure the marking is correct. “On question one?!”

“The answer is Edward Munch!” Doyoung insists, grabbing the paper from Haechan to inspect it. his pointer finger repeatedly smashes against the name he’d written, and his eyes are wide as he looks up at the bartender and part time trivia judge.

“No it’s Edvard, with a V.” Johnny says, pointing it out to them, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Since when was this a fucking spelling test!” Haechan throws the paper in the air.

“Uh, since always,” Baekhyun calls from the bar, tapping the trivia night poster which clearly says in the rules at the bottom that spelling counts when it comes to names and close call winner ceremonies. 

Haechan slumps his head into his hands, “God damn it.”

“No, don’t let her in, she’s not invited.” Comes an irritating voice from over Jaehyun’s shoulder. 

“Aw, are you still upset that I beat you at Trivia Tuesday, Baby Face?” you pout at Haechan teasingly, utilizing the old pet name you gave him back in grade eight. In those days he still had all his baby fat, and would get so upset in class arguments that he looked like a baby. He still does the tantruming, but he’s lost the weight, his jaw now nearly as sharp as his frat president’s… he’s not a baby face anymore, but you’ll never acknowledge it.

Jaehyun smirks at you and Haechan bickering, moving out of the way to let you and your friends through the door to NCT House. Of course you’re invited to the party, as the ‘sibling sorority’ to NCT, you and your ‘sisters’ get free access to pretty much all of their frat events, especially their parties. 

“You beat me by less than a point.” Haechan rolls his eyes at you, taking a sip from his red solo cup. His eyes are dark and alert, sizing you up. He wonders why you have to dress so- so- revealing! That’s the word. Haechan hates it. You should be in a jacket, it’s cold out. In your outfit right now, well, guys will be checking you out, and for some reason the thought of one of his frat brothers kissing you- it sets Haechan’s teeth on edge. 

You grin as you walk past Haechan, “okay Baby Face, keep telling yourself that.”

NCT House is large enough that it’s easy to get lost in the sea of people. You’ve never had any problems avoiding Haechan during parties, and tonight isn’t any different. Three hours pass by blissfully, you bounce around with your friends from the dance floor to various rooms throughout the house, even joining in on a game of beer pong with Jaehyun, Johnny and Yuta. You’ve been drinking on and off, and end up in a happy buzz, looking for Taeyong and Jenni, who you lost a little while ago.

You poke your head into Doyoung’s room, only to be met by Mark, Doyoung and Haechan. 

“You looking for someone?” Mark asks, smiling lazily at you.

“Just Taeyong, he’s obviously not here.” you respond, turning to continue your search. 

You don’t hear Haechan excuse himself and follow you, the music from downstairs drowning out just about everything as you pass down the hallway in a pleasant half drunken state. You feel good, happy, aware of everything, just tipsy enough to be carefree. 

Haechan watches the way you walk, it’s different from normal, your gate is all off. He’s spent years watching you walk away from him, so of course he notices the ‘drunk waddle’ you do at parties. He licks his lips, still able to taste the peach schnapps he’d just been drinking. He’s around your level of tipsy, but where you’re happy and lightheaded, Haechan is determined, with a stubborn set to his jaw. 

“Why are you looking for Taeyong?” Haechan asks. The sudden intrusion of his voice on your otherwise happy hallway walk makes you stop and turn to look at him, eyes narrowing. 

“What?”

“Taeyong. He’s busy. Why are you looking for him?”

“Stop being so jealous, you big baby,” you roll your eyes at Haechan, turning to continue down the hall- only to be grabbed in a vice grip. Haechan throws you against the wall, the air leaving your lungs from shock more than anything else, eyes blinking away any tipsy haze that your last drink had offered you. 

“Call me a baby one more time, I swear to god-” Haechan growls, his face getting close to yours. You can see the deep brown of his eyes, looking rich against the beautiful tone of his skin. His breath smells sweet, like alcohol, but oddly enough you don’t mind, body reacting as it tingles across the skin of your neck and face-

“Woah?” Taeyong’s confused tone snaps you back into reality, and you push Haechan away from you, “am I interrupting… something?”

“She was just looking for you.” Haechan answers smoothly, turning and heading back into Doyoung’s room without another word, foot shutting the door behind him.

“What was all that about?” Taeyong asks you.

Your brows furrow in confusion, “i don’t know.”

By the next morning, you’ve all but forgotten about your little altercation with Haechan. He’s pissed you off enough in your life that the times he’s made you mad at frat parties all seem to blend together, besides, he’s done worse. Like the time he cock blocked you with his friend Jeno… but to be fair, you’d cock blocked him with one of your friends the week before too- in all honesty, your feud has gone on for so long that the scoreboard is marred beyond recognition, who truly started it? You’re inclined to say he did, but if you were to ask him, he’d point to you as the reason the two of you will never be able to get along.

Regardless, your life continues as it is, and on Trivia Tuesday, you find yourself at the bar, sitting opposite ends from Haechan. 

It’s nearly eight, trivia starting time, when Jaehyun rolls into the bar. He looks fresh from the shower, hair damp, and you know he’s probably just coming from the gym. Instead of going to sit on the NCT House table, he comes to you, taking the seat across from you and Jenni. The tables do intermingle, a few of your new pledges stuck between Lucas, Jungwoo and Yuta, but to have one of their star players here on your side? If Haechan could shoot laser beams from his eyes, Jaehyun would have been dead the moment he started over to your table. 

 “You’re playing with us tonight?” Jenni asks in shock.

“Gotta switch it up every now and then.” Jaehyun shrugs, “besides, tonight’s game isn’t going to be that fun anyways.” 

“And how would you know that?” You laugh, enjoying the cockiness that radiates off of the gorgeous man in front of you.

Jaehyun shrugs, “let’s just say I have insider’s information.” 

Johnny starts the game up a moment later, and when the first Art theme is ‘Van Gogh’, you realize that all the questions are going to be super easy, so much so, that Jenni takes the sheet of paper away from you to answer, leaving you to be able to talk to Jaehyun, who is obviously here to see you, not Jenni.

“So, Spring Formal is coming up.” Jaehyun says, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand, “you guys going as girlfriends again, or are you actually going to allow us guys a chance?” 

Jenni giggles next to you. At the last formal, your entire sorority had gone as each other’s dates, to prove to the guys that none of you need them to show up in suits with flowers and a limo- because if they’re not going to live up to your standards, you guys can reach them yourselves. You and Jenni had had a wonderful time at the formal, and only a very select few guys were even able to convince some of your sisters to dance- you know for a fact Jaehyun had gone the entire night without touching a woman, and you’d kind of felt bad at the time. Now here he is, and you suppose as far as NCT House boys go, he’s one of the better catches- despite you arguing for Taeyong’s looks in trivia night last week.

“We’re not going as girlfriends.” Jenni quips.

“Great,” Jaehyun looks to you again, “want to go with me?”

It only takes you a moment to agree, easily won over by Jaehyun’s charming smile and that cute dimple that appears when you say “yes.” 

“These questions are too easy!” Haechan whines from the other end of the table, as the category switches to movies and ends up being ‘vampire themed’.

The first picture is of a Twilight movie, and on the other end of the table, Hendery immediately whispers “breaking dawn part 2.”

“No it’s part one.” Xiaojun responds, with just as much ferocity. The two start arguing and Jaehyun laughs, watching as Jenni writes down ‘breaking dawn part 2’. 

“Last week’s game was too intense.” Jaehyun says, sitting back in his chair, “everyone wanted something fun.”

You have to admit, now that you’re not on the edge of your seat, muscles tensed with anticipation to answer trivia… well, it is relaxing to be hanging out with friends in the bar. You find yourself leaning against Jenni, laughing at something Jaehyun is saying as question three becomes question twelve becomes question nineteen. 

“Okay, final round, the two teams who’ve made it are…. NCT House and Sorority Gal’s 2.0. Please send up a team leader!” Johnny’s instructions draw your attention.

“I’ll go up.” Jenni says, patting your hand and moving out of the booth to go stand next to Haechan by the bar.

“Watching this part is always the most fun.” Jaehyun comes to steal Jenni’s spot next to you, and you can’t help but enjoy the closeness. He smells good, and he’s so big- you can feel his warmth as his shoulder brushes yours, his eyes glued to where Jenni and Haechan are facing the projector screen.

Everyone seems to be a little shocked that Jenni is up there and not you, even Haechan whips around to look at you and Jaehyun. His mouth forms a firm line, and he turns back to the projector screen. 

“Question twenty one,” Johnny begins, “If I, Johnny motherfucking Suh, had to dye my hair any colour, which colour would be the sexiest? Jenni, you’re first.”

“Blonde.” Jenni answers, “that way, you can temporarily dye it anything you want, but you need that base blonde level, and I think it would look really good next to your brown eyes.”

“Ok ok, good reasons,” Johnny nods, “Haechan!”

You brace yourself for whatever bullshit answer Haechan is about to give, ready to see him try to decimate your best friend-

“I agree, blonde would be nice.”

You feel your jaw drop.

“Haechan, you’re supposed to argue a different colour, that’s the point of the game.” Johnny says, “Did you hit your head climbing out of our window last night?”

“I’m fine,” Haechan pushes away Johnny’s hand as he tries to assess Haechan’s head, “Jenni’s just right, blonde is a nice colour for you.”

“So I guess… Jenni wins this round?” Sungchan, a new bartender and pledge to NCT House asks. He’s never judged one of these before, and the paddle with Jenni’s name in his hand looks a little out of place. 

Next to him, Shotaro, the second new bartender pledge, follows suit, flashing a big puppy dog smile as he shows everyone the Jenni paddle. 

“This is bullshit.” you mutter to Jaehyun who laughs, moving his arm around your shoulders to pull you tighter so he can whisper back into your ear. “Just relax and have some fun.” 

You take a breath, focusing more on your friend winning than Haechan, who is obviously allowing her to have the upper hand. It irks you the entire night, all the way back to your sorority house, that Haechan would work so hard to beat you, but be nice to Jenni.

You know that Haechan is generally well liked, but there’s something about him rubbing it in your face- the fact that he has the capacity to be nice, but just never tries with you, well, it’s awoken a fury inside of you that you just can’t get a handle on. 

“No this plan is genius.” Johnny assures the two people sitting in front of him, “Jaehyun has Y/N, Hyuck will take you-” he motions to Jenni who holds up a hand.

“You still haven't explained how you’re going to subtly pressure Haechan into asking me, of all people, to the Spring Formal.” She says.

“Pff,” Johnny laughs, “that will be the easy part. I can hypnotize him in his sleep.”

“Really?” both of his friends gasp at him.

“No not really, I mean, I’ve considered it, but I haven't tried it-” Johnny waves his hand, “just trust me, I’ll make it happen. Haechan is vindictive, if Y/N is going with Jae, the only possible equivalent is you, Jenni. And then once Haechan sees Jae with Y/N and she sees you with Haechan-”

“They’ll both be so jealous they have to admit they like each other.” Jenni finishes for him. She’s been watching you and Haechan with interest the past few months, having always suspected there were some deeper feelings there, and now, knowing that Jaehyun and Johnny see it too- well, she can’t just ignore the obvious sexual tension any longer, and god damn it, she’ll get the two of you laid if it’s the last thing she does. 

“You know Johnny,” Jaehyun stretches his arms behind his head with a smile, “This isn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“So…” Johnny collapses onto his bed, eyes moving to Haechan who’s sitting at his desk, headphones half on as he plays online games. Johnny can hear Yangyang’s voice on the other end of the call, yelling something that Johnny is pretty sure is ‘Get Chenle! Get Chenle!’

“One sec.” Haechan madly clicks buttons, letting out a big sigh and taking off his headphones, putting them down, “okay, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you’re going to the Spring Formal on Saturday” Johnny says. It’s less than a week away now, and Jenni’s only going to stay single for so long to allow Johnny’s plan to work. 

“Of course I am.” Haechan rolls his eyes.

“Who are you taking?” Johnny pretends to be nonchalant, pulling out his phone to scroll through it before he goes to sleep.

“Not sure yet, why?”

“I just thought maybe you’d asked Jenni,” Johnny shrugs, “you were nice to her at Trivia Night last week.” 

Haechan’s mouth forms a firm line and he looks for a moment like he’s trying to figure out if this is a compliment or an insult.

“She’s pretty.” Johnny continues.

“She is.” Haechan agrees. “I always thought Jaehyun was into her.”

“Jae asked Y/N.”

Haechan nods, eyes narrowing as he turns to look back at his computer screen, “Maybe I should ask Jenni.”

Johnny smirks to himself. Haechan’s so predictable. It’s about time someone gave him a taste of his own match making medicine, and Johnny’s glad he’s the one who gets to be the mastermind behind it.

At Tuesday Trivia night, Jaehyun comes to sit with you and Jenni. He’s a nice guy, and he’s a good conversationalist, able to keep up with you and your best friend, while filling out the easy trivia questions.

“Why is it another easy week?” you sigh, looking at the paper wistfully. You kind of miss the burn of the pencil in your palm, finger aching from furiously scribbling out answer after answer-

“I think Haechan suggested it.” Jaehyun says smoothly. He’s lying, but the look in your eyes tells him that you’ve bought it and it’s made you mad.

“Why would he want it to be easy?” you cock your head.

“I think he has something planned,” Jaehyun shrugs, “there’s a special girl he wants to ask to formal or something.” 

Your eyes immediately move to all the girls at your table. Many of your sorority sisters are gorgeous, and there’s a pang of something like anger in your chest. You ignore the anger, thinking it must be just general dislike for Haechan, you don’t want him dating any of your sorority sisters, that’s for sure. 

The game night continues, the three of you spending much of your time talking about extracurriculars. Jaehyun’s the captain of the university soccer team, and it looks like they’ll be doing some traveling soon to play against other schools. Before you even know it, it’s the final round, and once again, Jenni heads up to fight Haechan.

After last week, most people have kind of realized that Haechan and Jenni aren’t as fun to watch as when you’re Haechan’s foe. Conversations continue, all the sparkle lost from the usually fiery final round. 

When Jenni comes back to sit next to you, after Haechan won, she says, “he asked me to be his date to Spring Formal.”

“What?” you narrow your eyes.

“I said yes.” Jenni’s words come out quickly, “I know you don’t like him, but you have to admit he’s attractive-”

“Haechan?!” you say it so loudly that you fear he may have heard you, and your eyes slide over to where Haechan is talking with Johnny at the bar. 

Jenni shrugs, “maybe it will be fun.” she’s smiling, and it is nice to see your best friend happy- but you just can’t get over the bad taste the news has left in your mouth. 

“But why Haechan?” you groan for the umpteenth time, watching Jenni finish the last touch on her hair. 

“Honestly?” Jenni sighs, turning to look at you, “you have to admit he’s hot. I know you two have your history of fighting, but come on Y/N, he’s gorgeous.”

“He is not!” you say, but Jenni grins because you’re not fooling anyone.

“Y/N, you’re not blind.” Jenni adjusts her dress, fluffing her hair out, “I know you call him Baby Face and Cry Baby and all sorts of variations on the word baby, but he’s not that kid you debated against in eleventh grade. He’s a hot frat boy now. Maybe it’s time for you both to bury the hatchet.”

“Never.” 

“Well, at least try to be civil at the formal, we’ll all be sitting together.” She reminds you and you let out a groan. At every formal you’ve been to, avoiding Haechan has been easy, but now he’s going to be sitting with you? With Jenni? His date? 

The frat village holds all the sorority and frat houses on campus, and when you look out of your window, you can see the square is filled with people dressed for Formal, waiting for the big party busses to arrive and take you to the venue. 

“Hey, are you into Jae?” Jenni asks as you leave the bedroom, heading to join everyone outside. 

“Uh, I mean he’s cute, but I don’t know, I couldn’t ever date him, if that’s what you mean.” you answer, “He only asked me to the formal because we’re friends.” It’s not uncommon for NCT House to take girls from your sorority to the formals, last year you went with Taeyong to Winter Formal and Yuta to Spring Formal. 

“Do you have your eye on anyone else then?” Jenni asks, “I know you liked Jeno for a while-”

“No, Jeno wasn’t really my type either.” you sigh.

“True, weren’t you mostly just flirting with him to piss Haechan off?”

Before you can answer- and by answer I mean defend your honour and your hatred of Haechan to your best friend- you bump into a group of boys from NCT House. Jenni smoothly inserts herself into the conversation, slotting between Taeyong and Doyoung while you go to stand near Jaehyun.

“Hey, you look beautiful.” Jaehyun smiles.

“You clean up nicely too.” you grin, nudging him with your shoulder. The two of you begin to chat about the venue, Jaehyun’s pretty sure you’ll end up at the same place as last time, but only frat presidents/coordinators know the location, that way no one can party crash because only a select few have the details. 

There’s a commotion from NCT House and all eyes turn to the doorway, where Haechan and Kun have run outside holding something that’s on fire. Haechan throws the flaming piece of fabric onto the grass, stomping it out aggressively with his foot and cursing while Jungwoo follows holding a phone and giggling.

“I told you it was flammable.” Kun is saying as he makes sure the fabric, which you see now is what appears to be a suit jacket, is fully extinguished of fire.

“Everything’s flammable.” Haechan mutters, picking up the black jacket and inspecting it, “well, my bad. Here Kun.” he holds it out for the older man whose jaw drops.

“What do you expect me to do with it?” 

Haechan nods, “good point.” he drops it on the grass again, “I didn’t need a jacket anyways.” and then he shoves his hands in his pockets and saunters over to your group, coming to stand next to Jenni who still has a look of shock on her face.

“Haechan-” she begins and he holds up a hand.

“Don’t question it.” he says smoothly, “trust the process.” he rolls up the arms of his dress shirt, exposing the pretty skin and arm veins beneath, and you tear your gaze from him, focusing instead on Jaehyun.

“I can’t believe Jenni said yes to him.”

Jaehyun laughs, “You know, you and Haechan are more alike than you’ll admit.”

“Excuse me,” you scoff, “and when was the last time I lit a jacket on fire?”

“I'm pretty sure you almost lit Johnny on fire at New Year’s actually-”

“We don’t talk about that night.” you interrupt Jaehyun before he can get into the details on how you got so drunk you spilled champagne on Johnny and then proceeded to try to hug him, which made him bump into a table holding a candle… which then rolled to his shirt sleeve, and well- the disaster had been thwarted by the ever watchful Taeyong. “Look, the bus is here.” 

Jaehyun’s hand finds the small of your back, and the two of you get onto the bus with the other members of your university Greek System. When you sit down, you look for Jenni, only to realize that she’s dragging Haechan after her. They manage to grab the seats in front of you and Jaehyun, Jenni fully turning around in her seat to begin talking with you and your date, after a moment, Haechan turns too. 

You can tell he’s making an effort not to look at you. And you don’t mind, you try to ignore him as well.

Haechan has to remind himself to breathe properly, and his mouth feels dry. His skin is prickling with tension, and it takes all of his concentration not to look at you. He’s seen you dressed up before at formals, but never up this close, no, this close he can see every detail. 

This close, his fingers ache to reach out and tug at one of your loose strands of hair, to annoy you- to watch your pretty strands bounce back after a rough tug- 

And god, who let you buy your dress? Haechan swears it must be tailored or something because no dress off a hanger could fit you so well. He’s almost angry at the dress, but then he directs that anger at you, and it festers the more people sneak glances your way.

Lucas, two rows back, has his eyes fixed on your neck and shoulders, exposed by the dress, and Haechan grinds his teeth together. Across the aisle sits Mark, and even he keeps sneaking glances at you. But Jaehyun is, without a doubt, the worst. Haechan catches the movement of his hand, and watches with disdain as it finds a home on your thigh. 

“Haechan?” Jaehyun’s voice interrupts his younger friend's loathing, and Haechan’s dark eyes snap up.

“What?”

“We asked what venue you think it will be.” Jaehyun says smoothly.

“Does it matter?” Haechan asks, his tone coming off ruder than he intended… ‘but if Jaehyun would just remove his hand, then maybe I wouldn’t feel the need to be so rude now would I?’ Haechan thinks to himself. 

“What’s got you in a huff?” Jenni asks, her hand finding Haechan’s shoulder to soothe him.

You watch the motion, the way her beautiful hand rubs his shoulder up and down. ‘Haechan’s being a baby, he doesn’t need coddling right now, especially not from Jenni,’ you fume, hoping Jenni doesn't end up as yet another one of Haechan’s noona hookups who brings him coffee and cuddles him when he should be studying for tests- 

While Jenni and Haechan begin their own conversation, Jaehyun asks you about classes, and despite how hard you try, you can’t ignore the mere existence and close proximity of the annoying man sitting in the seats in front of you. It’s as if his voice is an annoying melody, and you can’t seem to get it out of your head.

The formal had gone well for the first hour. There were some speeches and then food was served, but when dessert rolled out and dancing started, Haechan had decided that the time for pleasantries was over.

“Next week’s Trivia Tuesday,” he says, drawing your attention, “I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Oh yeah?” you roll your eyes, turning to look at him, “you keep saying you’re going to kick my ass but most of the time, I end up winning.”

“Most of the time.” Haechan scoffs, “as if.”

Jenni and Jaehyun exchange a glance. 

“If you miss getting beaten by me so bad, invite me to one of your video game nights, I’m sure I could beat you there too.” you say, lifting your chin defiantly and crossing your arms over your chest.

Haechan laughs loudly, “are you drunk? Yo must be drunk to say something as stupid as that.”

Jaehyun and Jenni smoothly excuse themselves, but you and Haechan barely even register their exit, too caught up in your own feud.

“I’ll beat you at anything Lee Donghyuck.” you seethe, “trivia night, video games, cards, board games, chess-”

“Ok, checkers, right now, pull out your phone.” Haechan demands. 

A minute later, you’re both hunched over your phones at a table in the corner at Spring Formal, dueling it out over checkers while your dates dance and laugh the night away in each other’s arms.

Checkers becomes chess, becomes scrabble- and finally someone approaches the two of you. It’s Taeyong, and he asks you to dance, because he’s requested DJ Johnny plays your favourite song next. “What have the two of you even been doing in this corner all night on your phones?” he questions as he takes your hand to pull you from your seat.

“Been battling to see who’s the best gamer.” Haechan answers.

“And who’s winning?” Taeyong laughs.

Haechan narrows his eyes at you, “it’s pretty even, but we haven't played video games yet.” 

This makes Taeyong stop laughing, his eyes widening, “Y/N, you really don’t want to challenge Haechan to video games.”

“Too late, she already did.” Haechan stands triumphantly, “where’s Jenni?”

“Pretty sure I saw her and Jaehyun go to the bathroom together a while ago-” 

“What!?” Haechan looks around wildly, eyes searching for one of the two people in question, “THAT ASSHOLE STOLE MY DATE!”

Taeyong smiles softly, “you stole his first.”

You’re whisked away before Haechan can start throwing fists, and Taeyong brings you into the middle of the crowd dancing. It’s nice to be with him, and he’s a great dancer. “How’s your night going?” The soft hearted frat president asks.

“I mean, all I’ve been doing is playing games with Haechan.” you answer.

“Sounds… fun?” Taeyong laughs a little.

“It was, kind of.” you admit, “but enough about him, where’s your date?”

“Look on the stage.” Taeyong twirls you so you can assess the DJ setup. Johnny and Mark are up there, and they’re swarmed by girls, one of whom is pressed to Mark’s side, you recognize her as Taeyong’s date. 

“Oh.” 

Taeyong laughs, “when do people ever really end up spending the night with their own dates though?”

“Good point.” 

Dancing with Taeyong feels easy, and before you know it, it’s nearly midnight and the busses have returned to take you all back to the Frat Village. While waiting to get onto the bus, you look around for Jenni and Jaehyun, with little luck. “They’re probably already on a bus.” Taeyong says, hand smoothing against your lower back to offer some comfort.

“Who?” Doyoung asks, stepping into line next to you both.

“Jae and Jenni.”

“Oh yeah, they’re on bus number one.” Doyoung points to the bus that's closing its doors, fully packed and ready to leave.

“Fucking Jaehyun.” Comes Haechan’s voice as he appears next to Doyoung. The four of you enter bus number two.

“Dibs on Taeyong.” Doyoung says when you find an empty seat, grabbing the NCT president and dragging him to sit down.

This leaves you standing there with Haechan, who grumbles “fucking Doyoung” and then continues down the aisle towards one of the last free seats. You follow after a moment’s hesitation. “Sit.” Haechan says without looking up from his phone, his free hand patting the spot next to him. “I wanna try checkers again.”

Jenni nudges you and you immediately put your phone down, continuing your notes for class. “You’re so distracted.” she whispers when your professor turns their back to you, looking at the projector screen.

“I’m kicking Haechan’s ass at chess.” you mumble, waiting a few moments then pulling out your phone to make your next move. While you’re deciding what to do next, a notification tells you Haechan’s also made his move in checkers, and a few seconds after that, Scrabble as well.

“How many games are you even playing against each other at the same time?” Jenni asks.

“I don’t know, four or five.” you respond, eyes focused on your screen, “he’s beating me at checkers.”

Jenni’s phone dings and she frowns, “no one’s going to Trivia Night tonight, looks like a bunch of NCT have a midterm project due tomorrow and are studying in the library.”

“What? Tell them to bring their books to the bar!”

Jenni types something into her phone then laughs, “Jaehyun says that Haechan suggested the same thing.”

“Okay good.”

“No, they said no to him too, I’m just saying… you and Haechan said the same thing.” her tone is kind of weird, and you can’t help but notice that since Formal a few days ago, she’s been bringing up Haechan a lot.

“Did Jaehyun invite you to go to the library to study with everyone?” you ask, hoping that if you talk about her new crush, she’ll drop her whole weird confusing Haechan obsession. 

“Yeah,” Jenni smiles, “I think I will actually, what are you going to do after class?”

“Well… tonight’s Trivia Night.” you frown. You’d been excited for it, excited to go and compete against Haechan. 

“Maybe you should go play video games against Haechan instead.” Jenni suggests, “the frat will be mostly empty anyways.”

“What does the frat being empty have to do with anything?” you narrow your eyes at your best friend.

Jenni smirks mischievously, “well you and Haechan can yell at each other all you want and no one will over hear it.” 

Haechan: Did you hear about Trivia Night?

Y/N: yeah it’s canceled :(

Haechan: come play video games

Y/N: ask nicely

Haechan: come play video games after class or I’ll come to your sorority house and egg your window :)

Haechan doesn’t even greet you when he opens the door to his frat, waving you in as he aggressively argues with someone over the phone, “No Yangyang, I’m not saying you should climb up to the top of the gym by using the flower thing as a ladder,,” he motions for you to follow him through the frat house with his free hand, “I’m saying that if you did, and you got caught, you could run fast enough that no one would be able to catch you, and if you’re wearing a ski mask- well, i mean, it’s cold out still isn’t it? Is wearing hats illegal now?” You get to his room as Haechan says goodbye to his friend. 

You’ve been in Johnny’s room once or twice, but you’ve never spent much time looking at Haechan’s side of the room. He has an entire gaming table, and there are two controllers sitting on his bed, with Call of Duty opened on the screen.

“You just told your friend to climb the gym and take photos at the top.” you say when Haechan puts his phone down.

“Technically I didn’t, I just told him how to if he made that choice for himself.” Haechan responds, jumping onto his bed, “one versus one call of duty.”

“Isn’t it kind of not fair that we’re playing all your favourite games.” you sigh, tentatively taking a seat next to Haechan on his bed.

“We’re playing the ones I don’t use often.” Haechan responds, his eyes scanning the screen, “but if you’re really that worried I’m going to beat you, we can go play some of Yangyang’s video games, or Jaimin’s.” 

“Ok, after this.” you watch Haechan customize his gun, rolling your eyes when he goes for dual pistols as a secondary weapon. 

Within ten minutes, the game is starting, and Haechan is leaning forward with full focus on the screen. He’s never taken any of your games anything less than 100% seriously, and you don’t think he’s going to go easy on you now just because you’re playing video games, which are his medium of choice.

You notice the way his tongue peaks out, he appears to be almost gnawing on it as the game begins. You also sit forward, figuring that there must be a reason for it, and you notice that closer to the screen, you can be more immersed-

You die.

“Hey! Are you screen peeking!?”

“Maybe.” Haechan giggles next to you and you take a glance at his screen.

“And you’re camping! With a sniper!” 

Haechan’s laugh becomes sinister, “you never said there were rules.” 

Your jaw drops as you respawn, “i can’t believe you.”

“Ha ha!” 

“Well. Two can play that game.” you find a corner and put your controller down, looking at Haechan, who is, of course, still camped out in his one sniper hole.

“Hey!” he protests, “you have to run around or I can’t shoot you!”

“Maybe you should leave your hiding spot.”

“No. I’m winning.” 

“By one kill.” you scoff.

Haechan shrugs, putting his controller down, “I’m hungry.” he reaches for a bag of candy sitting by his monitor. 

You’re glad that it’s a Tuesday, because Jenni and you stopped at the bookstore for lunch, and you still have a bag of chips from the vending machine. You grab your purse and fish out your treat, Haechan watching your movements and licking his lips. “You have chips.” he says.

“Yeah, and you don’t get any.” you state.

“Well you don’t get any of my candy.” Haechan responds quickly, but his eyes stay glued to you as you plop a chip into your mouth. Haechan licks his lips, “what if, if I kill you, I get a chip.”

“Good luck killing me while camping out with a sniper.” you laugh.

“I’ll come down, I’ll play fair.”

“And if I kill you?”

“Then you can have a candy.” Haechan moves the candy bag in front of your face and you can smell the delicious food inside.

“Fine. You’re on. But you have to come down from your hiding place first.” 

You wait until Haechan’s side of the screen shows that he’s in the open, and then you pick up your controller.

“Let the games begin.” Haechan mutters, eyes narrowing as he adjusts back into ‘gamer position’. 

A few moments later, you see a flash of movement and then you and Haechan are shooting each other. You almost think you’re going to win, but you die first, and you groan loudly while Haechan cheers, “chips!” he says, turning to look at you expectantly.

You sigh and hold out your food, Haechan grabs a chip, chewing aggressively, then he turns back to the screen, “you should just give me the whole bag now.”

You roll your eyes, “as if.”

Haechan is so cocky, and it pushes all of your buttons, making you extra focused on beating him. When there’s a brief movement, you begin to shoot, and a moment later, you watch Haechan’s character fall down dead. “Ha!” you jump up, throwing your arms in the air, “I got you!”

Haechan groans, watching you sit down, then he fishes a candy from his bag, holding it out, “say ah.”

“What?” you smack his hand away, “you’re not feeding me that candy.”

“Well then you don’t get it.”

“That wasn’t part of the rules.” you glare.

“Is now. Do you want the candy, or are you too chicken?”

You groan loudly but give in, Haechan can’t call you a chicken and get away with it, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get your fucking candy. You open your mouth.

“Tongue.” Haechan watches you carefully.

“I swear to god-” you roll your eyes and push at Haechan, but he simply grabs your wrists, pinning them with one hand.

“Tongue.” he repeats, eyes dark. The tone in the room has shifted, and your skin feels electrified, pulse racing at the sudden situation you’ve found yourself in. You stick your tongue out for him and Haechan places the candy on it. “Good girl.” 

He lets go of you and turns back to the tv. If it wasn’t for the fact that he could legitimately find you and kill your character, thereby getting even more of a lead on you, maybe you would have stopped to fight him. But instead, you grab your controller, focusing your attention on the game instead of Haechan’s close proximity to you. 

You’re on the edge of your seat now, eyes glued to the game, and you shock both yourself and Haechan when you end up killing him a second consecutive time. 

“Bullshit!” Haechan groans next to you.

“Aw, is Baby Face made that I’m beating him?” you turn to gloat, revelling in the feeling of competition-

But then Haechan is grabbing you and slamming you down against the bed, slotting himself between your legs and pinning your arms above your head, “call me baby again, I fucking dare you.” he growls. His voice is low and his words go straight to your core, which comes alive with interest, your legs tightening unconciously around Haechan’s waist.

You swallow thickly and lick your lips, “quit being a baby and give me a candy.” you say smoothly. 

Haechan narrows his eyes at you, face getting closer to yours. You can feel his breath against your skin, and his lips look so pretty-

Haechan reaches for something, hand coming back with a candy that he slots between his teeth, holding it just above your own mouth. His eyes challenge you, eyebrow cocking as if to say ‘your turn’. 

You lift your head up to try to get access to the candy, but Haechan pulls away, smirking down at you. You groan, rolling your eyes, a rude comment just about to work it’s way up your throat when Haechan sucks the candy back into his mouth and plants his lips directly onto yours. He has the candy wedged in his cheek, but you can taste the sweetness of it on his lips.

Haechan releases his hold on your wrists, which have been pinned this whole time, and now that you have mobility, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. One of your hands moves to his pretty hair, and you get a good handful, pulling lightly and earning yourself a growl from the man who’s kissing you as if his life depends on it.

Your entire body feels on fire, consumed by the feeling of Haechan. You’re not even sure how you’re able to sneak breaths between the kisses- and you gasp when Haechan grinds down, the front of his jeans catching deliciously against your core. 

“Whoever caves in first and takes clothes off loses.” Haechan says when he moves his kisses to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. 

You laugh, “and what does the winner get?” 

“The winner gets to have her brains fucked out.” Haechan responds. 

Her brains fucked out. He’s already declared you the winner. He’s given up. The knowledge that you’ve broken Haechan- he’s going to give up the game- gives you a sense of power that makes your heart feel tight in your chest.

“What if i want to be the loser and fuck your brains out?” you ask. 

“Lose the next game.” Haechan responds, hands grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and lifting to expose some of your skin, “you see, I already lost.” 

You grasp the bottom of Haechan’s hoodie, but he smacks your hands away, “no, I’m in control.” he tells you, looking into your eyes with a firm expression on his face. 

“Prove it.” you challenge.

Haechan scoffs, and the cocky attitude that has for so long annoyed you, oddly enough, sends a shiver of anticipation through your body. Your mouth feels dry from being so wound up, waiting for him to just do something- 

His hand wraps around your throat, “I’m about to prove it princess. And any time you call me baby again, I’ll prove it then too. I’ll fuck you anywhere and prove to everyone that you’re mine.”

His grip on your throat is so tight you can’t even respond, so you’re left to fester in the idea of belonging to Haechan, as his free hand begins to undo your pants. 

“No fucking talking back.” Haechan growls as he tears your jeans open, “if you do, I’ll have to gag you.”

“Maybe you should make me gag on your cock.” you say the moment his hand moves from your neck.

Haechan pulls your pants and your panties down just enough for him to get his hand between your thighs, which are spread because he’s still slotted between your legs. 

“I’ll make you choke on my cock later.” he says, pressing his mouth to yours again as his fingers slip between your folds, “so fucking wet. My little fucking whore-”

You nip at his lip, a warning for him not to be too degrading, and Haechan smirks against your mouth, “aw, kitten doesn’t like being called Daddy’s little whore? Well she’ll have to get fucking used to it.” Two of his fingers glide into your pussy and you gasp when he hooks them up, searching for that spot- 

“Fuck, Haechan! Right there!” you pull at his hair, moaning against his lips as his fingers work you up. He’s so good at this- where the fuck did he learn how to do this?

His tongue invades your mouth, forcing another gasp from you, your back arching off the bed only to be pushed back down by the weight of Haechan’s large body, which holds you steady and in place as his fingers continue their assault. 

“Cum for me.” Haechan says, voice low and husky. 

You clench your eyes shut as your body follows through with his command, it’s not like you can help it even if you wanted to, Haechan’s too skilled. The orgasm slams into you hard, and with Haechan where he is, you can’t even close your legs or get away as his fingers glide in and out of you. You can hear your wetness now, pussy all but squelching, your moans uncensored as you dig your nails into Haechan’s shoulders. 

“You like that kitten?” Haechan watches you closely as your face contorts with pleasure, and he all but eats up your sounds, which are music to his ears. When you finally come down, Haechan removes his fingers from your core and pushes them past your lips, watching with interest as you suck him clean. “Bet you taste amazing, I think i’ll have to see for myself.”

His lips move to your neck, and then down, tongue dipping to caress the well of your collarbone. His free hand pushes your shirt up, “take this shit off.” he instructs as he continues his descent, manhandling you a little so you’re now laying with your head against his pillows. The fabric smells like him, and for some reason, you groan at the beauty in being surrounded by Haechan. 

The competitive frat boy’s lips leave little kisses on your abdomen and his hands get your pants the rest of the way down while you remove your shirt. Haechan settles between your legs, fingers smoothing over your skin, “so soft.” he coos, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “Tell me you want me.”

“Are you serious?” you almost laugh, only to earn a rougher bite from Haechan, who suckles on your skin after to sooth it, a non verbal confirmation that he is, in fact, being serious. “Fuck, Haechan I want you.”

“How bad?” his breath ghosts over your entrance as he moves to your opposite thigh, and you nearly groan at having been anticipating his lips only to fall short. You lift your head to look down at him as he pulls his hoodie off, revealing pretty shoulders that are shockingly broad.

“Really bad, Haechan please, I need you-”

Your words seem to be enough this time, because Haechan’s tongue finds your clit a moment later. He flicks at it, making your legs shake, before he fully places his mouth on you, lapping at all you have to offer. 

You reach down to grab at his hair, loving the way the soft strands feel. Haechan groans at the pain on his scalp when you tug lightly, and the vibration runs through your entire body, your own whimper echoing the sound.

Haechan is practically devouring you with his mouth, and his hands move to grip your thighs, fingers digging into your skin. His lips suction around your clit and your back arches off the bed. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm, and your legs are already trembling on either side of Haechan’s head. 

“Haechan-” you pull on his hair to try to get him away, not wanting to cum so quickly- but Haechan has other plans. He doesn’t seem to mind you tugging at his hair, in fact, if anything, you notice that his tongue applies even more pressure to your entrance. Each flick, each sinful slurp, gets you closer and closer to another orgasm until it’s crashing into you with as much ferocity as the first.

His warm hand flattens on your abdomen to keep you still as he works you through your orgasm until your throat feels raw from moaning and your whole body is wrapped in a wonderful afterglow, chest heaving as you try to get your breathing back to normal. 

Haechan begins kissing up your body, lips tickling your tummy and making you giggle. You can feel him smiling against your skin, and then he’s pulling your bra away from your skin and watching it smack back down, a mischievous glint in his eyes when you look down at him ready to fight due to the slight pain. “Take this off.” Haechan says, now kissing the swell of your breasts pushed up by your bra.

“Do it for me.”

Haechan sighs loudly but, as is the case with everything, he’ll accept your challenge.

“One handed.” you smirk.

“You think I can’t take off your bra with one hand kitten?” he narrows his eyes at you, “if I can, do I win?”

“Yes, and then as a reward I’ll fuck the shit out of you.” you moan when his lips move to your neck, suckling the spot that sends shivers through your body, your fingers clawing at his shoulders. 

Haechan laughs, one hand snaking under your body to unlatch your bra. The moment the tension goes slack and your bra is undone, you shake your head, of course he’d make it look easy as fuck on top of being able to do it with one hand. 

He slips your bra off, lips once again moving down. He sucks on your nipple softly at first, but then his teeth graze your skin and you moan, hips buckling up, searching for friction or pressure or something-

“Haechan-” you moan, reaching down between your bodies to try to grab his cock through his pants.

The man sucking on your nipples ignores you, caught up in the feeling of your boobs. Haechan’s always been a boob man, well… he likes ass too, in fact, Haechan’s just a ladies man in general. He worships the female form, and having his face squished up to your breasts is throwing him into overdrive, his mind nothing but a lusty haze. 

All those times he wanted you to cover up at parties and bars- it’s not because he didn’t want to see you, he just wanted to be the only one seeing you, and now he is. 

Haechan groans and you note the way he grinds his hips down against the bed. the visual is so hot, and if you weren’t so pent up, you think you might enjoy watching him just grind against the bed forever. 

You’ve had enough of his teasing, now it’s your turn. You push at Haechan’s shoulders roughly, and Haechan immediately gives you space, eyes looking up at you questioningly. You push him again and Haechan allows you to get him onto his back, a smile forming on his lips when you swing your leg over his waist so you can straddle him. Now you’re the one on top, and Haechan’s view has never been this good in his entire life.

His hands find your waist, eyes glued to your tits as you look down at his form. 

You have to admit he’s gorgeous. You think you’ve always been aware of his beauty, but you’ve had this thing where you’ve been so competitive with him that it’s been easy to ignore. Sometimes you still view him as that pudgy faced kid who would fight you over everything in highschool, but the man under you is not the boy you grew up to hate. The man under you is all chiseled angles, and his beautiful dark eyes draw you in like nothing else. 

It’s as if you’re seeing each other for the first time. There’s no witty back and forth, no thoughts of competition. No, it’s just you and him, suspended in a moment of quiet and primal pleasure. 

Your eyes travel to the beautiful column of his throat, and you decide the skin there has to be peppered in love bites. You lean down, and Haechan sucks in a breath when you grab his jaw, forcing his head to the side to give you better access. His fingers dig into your hips, “don’t forget who’s in charge.” he growls from under you, his hands forcing you to grind down on his length, which is still hidden from you by his jeans. 

“I’m in charge now baby boy.” you smirk, suckling on the skin of his neck.

Haechan lets out a groan, his eyes closing as the pleasure of the pet name washes over him. Baby Boy isn’t so bad actually, it’s better than ‘baby face’. His skin tingles with the newfound discovery that he actually kind of enjoys you being dominant with him, or at least challenging him like this. No other girl ever has, usually they just submit to him and be pillow princesses- but you? You’re something else, and maybe the fire in you is something he’s always been addicted to, without even consciously knowing it.

Haechan allows himself to relax a little, giving up control to you as your lips trail down to his collarbones. Your hands brush by the soft ticklish flesh of his abdomen and Haechan jerks under you, making you both burst into giggles. You continue pressing kisses to his skin as your hands undo his jeans.

Haechan lifts his hips and helps you wiggle his pants down, but he leaves his briefs on. Yes, you’re down there, but what if you’re not really ready to blow him? He doesn’t want to just whip his dick out-

You shove his briefs down. 

Haechan’s cock smacks up against his abdomen, and you lick your lips at the way the head of his cock glistens with precum. He’s a decent length, but what really catches you is his thickness. He’s big, and the vein that runs up the underside of his cock draws you in for some odd reason. You grab the shaft and position yourself over his cock, kitten licking the head and earning a groan from the man above you. “Feel good?” you smirk, repeating the action.

“Fuck, yes.” one of Haechan’s hands snakes down to your hair, he gets a grip but doesn’t apply pressure, doesn’t coax you to sink your mouth down on his cock. You don’t need any persuasion though, licking your lips one last time before you wrap your mouth around Haechan’s girthy cock, fitting as much as you can. 

Haechan moans above you, fingers flexing in your hair. His head falls back into the pillows, eyes clenched as he enjoys the feeling of your mouth smoothing up and down his cock.

“So good kitten,” he groans, hips jumping slightly, cock hitting the back of your throat and making you choke a little, “fuck, just like that- you weren’t kidding at Trivia Night when you said you could lick the tip then throat the dick-”

You work your mouth up and down faster, trying not to laugh or gloat, one of your hands wrapping around the base of his cock where you can’t reach. This better be the best fucking blow job he’s ever had, or you don’t win. You focus more on the head of his cock while your fist pumps his long shaft, using your saliva as lubrication as you twist your hand in a repetitive motion that has Haechan nearly cumming on the spot, “holy fuck-” his eyes snap open and he looks down at you, which is not the best idea, seeing as the visual of you worshiping him- he can feel his orgasm building in the base of his cock, and he’ll be damned if he cums from a fucking blow job.

“Fuck, enough of your mouth,” Haechan pushes your head away.

“I’m in charge.” you pout, looking up at him with a challenge in your eyes as your hand continues to pump him up and down.

“Not anymore.” Haechan smacks your hand away, and within moments, he has you pinned under him again, lips aggressive against yours. His tongue invades your mouth, and you feel something against your entrance- only to let out a disappointed moan when it’s just his fingers again. “Quit whining, I need to stretch you out.” he growls against your lips, opening his eyes to look at you.

He needs to stretch you out. He’s that big. You nearly salivate at the information, pouting up at Haechan, “I need you now.” you whimper, legs tightening around his waist. 

“Then get ready to scream for me kitten.” Haechan presses his lips to yours again. You can feel the head of his cock at your entrance, and you smile because you’ve won- and then he starts pushing into you and your nails dig into his shoulder blades at the stretch. 

“Fuck- Haechan!” you gasp as he peppers your face with kisses, smirking against your skin.

“Told you.” he says, sliding into you inch by inch, “fuck, you’re so warm and wet-”

He’s fully sheathed in you now, and his breath fans over your neck and face, his kisses softer now as he allows your body to get used to his size. He also just needs a breather, because your blow job got him closer to cumming that he’ll care to admit. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him is cute and he enjoys watching your face, eyes meeting yours every once in a while just to check and make sure you’re okay.

“Haechan, fuck me.” you groan once your body has adjusted to the size of his cock.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Haechan’s hips move fluidly, his cock sliding almost all the way out of your core, only to slip back in, refilling the emptiness he’d left in his wake. A moan leaves your lips, your eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you. Your fingers find Haechan’s soft hair and a small tug makes the man holding you let out a whimper of his own, hips thrusting even harder.

There’s no need for talking, and even if he was to say something, you’re not sure it would even register in your mind. You’re so overwhelmed by the feeling of him, by the sweet taste of his lips, the soft warmth of his beautiful skin, and the smell of his cologne. 

You’re aware of Haechan moving one of your hands, but you don’t open your eyes until his fingers lace with yours and your hand becomes pinned down to the pillow by your head. Haechan is looking down at you, and this close, you can see the rich chocolate browns hidden in the dark depths of his irises. Blue eyes get a lot of love, but you can’t imagine finding anything more beautiful than the soft richness of Haechan’s eyes.  

His gaze dips to your lips and you do the same, a flare of envy running through your body when you notice how fucking perfect his mouth is, lips all swollen from kissing- 

You press your mouth to Haechan’s, suckling on his lower lip and earning a groan from the man who is literally fucking you silly. 

You can feel your orgasm rising in the pit of your stomach, and your muscles cry out from the fact that you’re about to cum for a third time in such a short period. You can’t remember the last time a man made you feel this good-

A whimper leaves your lips when Haechan slips his hand between your bodies, finding your clit again. Your hips thrust up, legs tightening around Haechan, “fuck- Haechan- cum for me-”

He growls against your lips. Usually he’s the one commanding that his partner cums, but to hear those words coming from your mouth- a shiver runs the entire length of his body, his fingers squeezing yours where he still has your hand captured as it’s prisoner. 

“Please-” you whine again when he rubs your clit faster.

He can feel your walls tightening around his cock, betraying how close you are, and he knows the moment you cum, you’ll drag him over too, so his goal is entirely on your own pleasure.

His lips move to your neck and he finds that spot again- you’re pretty sure he’s marked it- how else would he be able to find it so easily every time? All you can do is hold on tightly to Haechan as he throws your body into overdrive. 

Your grip on his shoulders anchors you a little, and you begin to move your own hips to meet his- something no one’s ever done with Haechan before. The motion takes him back a little, but fuck, it’s so fucking sexy- 

“Cum for me baby boy-” you whisper into his ear, and the moan that leaves Haechan’s lips is so sinful and sexy that it triggers your orgasm.

Your pussy clamps down on Haechan’s thick cock, and he swears he’s in heaven You were tight enough as it was, but now that you’re cumming? Haechan cum’s hard, his hips continuing their assault even as you both moan, lips reconnecting so your tongues and teeth can clash, eating each other's sounds as you both nearly vibrate with pleasure. 

You’re not sure how long you both ride out your orgasms, only that your bodies are both sweaty and exhausted as Haechan’s hips finally begin to slow down. You try to catch your breath even while kissing. His cock stays buried in you while you make out, and when you move your fingers to Haechan’s hair, intent on tugging, he pulls away finally, “if you tug my hair, I’ll have to fuck you again.” he warns you.

You smirk, “sounds like a challenge.”

“Where are Y/N and Haechan?” Mark asks as he arrives at trivia night, shocked to see neither of the tables regular team leaders are present. In fact, the whole set up is a little odd, both tables firmly pushed together, with members of the frats and sororities more intermixed than Mark is used to.

“We told them trivia night was canceled.” Jaehyun answers from where he’s sitting with his arm around Jenni.

“What? Why?” Mark pulls out his phone, ready to text Haechan to come-

“So they could get laid.” Johnny says, coming to stand next to Mark as he hands out drinks to people, “if you tell Haechan we did trivia night without them I’ll break into your room at night and shave off your eyebrows.”

Mark swallows thickly, knowing that Johnny will for sure follow through with his threat. One time Lucas had pissed Johnny off after a particularly tense game of basketball and that night Johnny had held him down and taken a razor to his brows. Johnny had been nice and just given him two slits, which, honestly, had looked pretty good- but Mark isn’t willing to risk Johnny deciding to go full evil.

“Wait is this why Taeyong sent that message out that said the frat is supposed to be mostly empty today?” Mark looks around.

“Mostly? What do you mean mostly? We told everyone but Haechan that the frat had to be empty because it ‘smelt like there might be a gas leak and someone’s coming to check it out’.” Taeyong leans forward with concern.

“Yeah but… but Yuta’s at the frat right now.” Mark says.

“He’s WHAT?!” multiple men whip out their phones to check their group chats for any messages from Yuta. The group had been studying in the library all day and ignoring their phones.

“Yeah, this morning he said,” Mark reads out the text he received from Yuta before their 10am lecture, “‘i’m skipping classes today, fuck a bad smell, a bad smell can’t kill me, i’m a bad bitch’.” 

Mark taps on the group chat, which has come alive since he sat down.

5:13

Yuta: fuck Haechan and Y/N are fighting again

Yuta: wait… they’re not fighting

Yuta: YO HAECHAN’S GETTING LAID 

7:58

Taeyong: WE TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THE FRAT

Yuta: YOU SAID THERE WAS A GAS LEAK YOU NEVER SAID I HAD TO LEAVE

Jae: are u still at the frat????

Yuta: maybe

Johnny: have you just been LISTENING TO THEM FUCK THIS WHOLE TIME????

Yuta: maaaaybe

Taeyong:......

Johnny: you fucking dirty psycho

Mark: ooooop

Lucas: are they being loud?

Doyoung: LUCAS!

Kun: LUCAS!!!!!

Taeyong: LUCAS

Yuta: SO fucking loud

After spending most of the day with Haechan on Tuesday, the two of you continued your competitive gaming through various apps on your phone. You knew there would be a party at NCT House on Friday, and as each day passed by, you waited for Haechan to invite you. 

You walk into the frat party with Jenni, having not received a specific invite from the boy you’d fucked three days prior. To say you’re on a warpath is an understatement. 

“I swear to god if that dude kisses someone else in front of me-” you say as you and Jenni head to get drinks.

“Y/N calm down, A, he’s not your boyfriend, and B, he wouldn’t do that.” Jenni sighs.

“Oh yeah, because your intel from Jaehyun is always one hundred percent reliable.” you scoff.

“Did someone already spit in your drink?” Haechan’s voice comes from over your shoulder, an arm sliding around your waist as he takes his place next to you. “Or is this just your normal resting bitch face?”

You turn to look at the man who’s joined you, glaring, “no one spat in my drink.”

“Well maybe I should fix that,” Haechan leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear as his tone lowers, “are you into spitting, kitten?”

You groan and laugh, pushing at Haechan, who remains firmly glued to your side.

“She’s mad you didn’t invite her to the party.” Jenni says, eyes looking around for Jaehyun, but her smile tells you this is a calculated mischievous plan. Traitor.

“I didn’t realize I had to invite you,” Haechan’s brows furrow a little in confusion, his body angling towards you more so he can face you, hands finding your hips.

“You didn’t have to invite me.” you groan.

“Kitten, you’re a bad bitch, you walk into every frat like you own the place.” Haechan says, “you never need my permission to show up here,” his hand dips lower, grabbing at your ass, “you should know you’re welcome any time.”

His words are nice, and they melt you a little, but you still have a bone to pick with him. “It would be nice to be invited though.” 

“In that case,” Haechan’s face is close to yours, lips nearly ghosting over your own, “would you like to come play beer pong with me, and after we kick Taeil and Yuta’s ass, you’re invited to come to my room and get your brains fucked out again.”

You laugh as you look up at the man you wasted so many years hating, “Baby Face, that sounds perfect.”

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II - P O I S O N

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TW: Fingering, dub-con, adult dialogue, Slight exhibitionism, semi-public smut, enemies with benefits

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Summary: Draco fingers reader/oc in potions class

"Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies..."

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I mindlessly twirled the eagle-feather quill between my fingers, unable to pay the least bit of attention to Snape's droning, uninterested tone.  I turn the other way, simply to be met with Harry staring at me in a kind of trance. He immediately looks away, ashamed to have been caught looking. Course Cassy has told me of the fact that Potter is well... interested but I could be least bothered by it. He has an awful lot of predicament and besides I whole-hearted thought he had a bit of a thing for the Weasley boy- none the less, he isn't Draco. As much as I hate to admit it, Malfoy just happens to have an effortlessly attractive aura that it seems almost magnetic.

"Miss Lightwood. Would you care to tell us what is that much more interesting than my lesson."

"It's nothing Professor-"

"It doesn't seem like nothing. Now tell us Miss Lightwood, If I were to be poisoned, what must I do?"

"Uh..."

God! I can almost hear him smirking his perfect white teeth off beside me. Snape sighs, clearly disappointed. I don't understand why he finds me so distasteful. I might just be the singularity of a Slytherin he doesn't find worthy of his partiality.

"Perhaps Mister Malfoy can enlighten us."

"Bezoar, professor. If they were to be poisoned one must ingest a stone of bezoar." His tone laced with a flurry of simplicity.

Minutes into the lecture he finally speaks.

"You do understand that I only answered because I was told to, yes?"

"Piss off."

"Oh, you wound me darlin," Mockery practically dripping from the words. "and I'm well aware that you don't completely despise me."

"Funny because the only thing I don't hate about you is what's in your pants,"

"You do take it like a good girl don't you." He chuckles, leaning in. His tone, soft and raspy. His hot breath chaste against my skin. I shiver slightly.

The very sentence awakens a heartbeat between my legs.

"Oh fuck you."

"Already did, love."

I tried my hardest to seem casual as I pressed my thighs together, desperate for even the least bit of friction. Unfortunately, he seems to have caught on, for he moved his hand to rest on my thigh, slowly gliding it under my skirt. The sensation of his cold hand against my honey coloured skin, addicting. I attempt to snap my legs shut but he pries them apart with his thumb and fore-finger.

Malfoy unties the draw-string of my thong, leisurely pulling it off and stuffing the black material into his pocket. He circles his thumb around my clit at an agonizingly slow pace. I let out a soundless whimper, to which he smirks, still playing his digits around my slickness, calmly navigating through my folds but never giving more than he intends to which causes my need for him grow.

"For someone who hates me, you appear overly needy for my fingers love."

"Just fucking do it." I grit out, latching his forearm

"How fucking polite." He rolls his eyes.

With that, he pushes two digits into me. Thrusting at a sedated clip, he massages the outside of my clit with his thumb. My throbbing cunt allowing him to push in and out with ease. Leaning my head on the table, I attempt to mask my contorted expression.

"Think I haven't noticed Potter's gaze practically glued to you all morning?" He growls, "Let him see who makes you feel good darling." Malfoy curls his fingers into my folds, carefully stimulating my g-spot.

I choke out a small affirmative, feeling a familiar ball of pleasure beginning to reach it's crescendo. In a spur of the moment I grab his vacant hand and lace our fingers in a last-ditch effort to prevent myself from crying out. He seems slightly taken aback but holds my hands in his. The gesture is small but still pushes me closer to my climax.

"He's looking." Draco whispers, fastening his pace

I clench around his finger and give his metacarpus a tight squeeze. He doesn't stop sawing his digits into me as I spill onto his fingers with a quivering breath.

Careening back in my seat, trying to catch breath, I look at Draco to see him licking my juices off his fingers with a playfully leer expression causing me to roll my eyes. I sit back straight, only to realize that our hands are still intertwined...

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just a few days - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Summary: There’s no denying that Spencer and you hate each other. What happens, when you are forced to spend a few days together?  Warnings: enemies to lovers, language, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), typical criminal minds stuff Word Count: 4.5k A/N: hello friends. this is my first one shot and I hope you like it. gif not mine.  

„I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.“

Many people believe in love at first sight. The heart starts racing, the knees go weak and you feel dizzy. You want to get to know the other person at all costs. Which is total bullshit, of course. You can't fall in love with someone at first sight. Interest, yes, but that's not love.

With Spencer and you it was different. The first time you met, you were breathless. Your muscles tensed to the breaking point, the blood pulsed in your ears, and your stomach turned. Only, in your case, it definitely wasn't love.

„I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you“, you shot back and Spencer rolled his eyes.

Hate at first sight really did exist, and Spencer and you were the prime example.

There was always a stupid comment, a scathing sideways glance, or catty laughter. Neither of you took it personally - why would you? You weren't interested in each other's opinions - and it didn't interfere with your work, which is why Hotch didn't say anything about it. It annoyed him, but he had also noticed that the quality of your work was higher when you were at each other's throats than when you worked separately.

You couldn't even remember why you had been so hostile to each other from the beginning. It was mutual antipathy, but no one knew why. You didn't know each other from anywhere else, had never met anywhere. Actually, you were someone who gave people a chance first to get to know them reasonably, but with Spencer it only took one look before you were sure you definitely didn't like him. Was it his aura? His charisma? His constant need to be smarter than everyone else?

At first, the two of you had been holding back. You had been professional with each other, staying out of each other's way as much as possible and not exchanging more words than necessary. Everything had been fine until one day something slipped out of Spencer's mouth. The team had been sitting in the conference room discussing the latest case. You had said something about the murder weapon when Spencer had rolled his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" you had asked him, annoyed. Spencer sat up straight in his chair and grabbed the crime scene photo.

"I've never heard anything so stupid," he said, looking at you with amusement.

"Excuse me?"

"Stop it," Hotch intervened. "We don't have time for bitching. JJ, inform the department we're on our way. Wheels up in thirty."

From that moment on, there was no turning back. You tried to belittle each other, but Hotch had forbidden you to relate it to work. Teasing and mean statements were allowed, but you were not allowed to get in the way of your work. And the most important thing: no arguing in front of outsiders. The team was used to it, but if others got wind of it, it would undermine your authority. So you had to pull yourselves together at times. Which was no problem.

Once inside the police department, Hotch divided the team. "Y/L/N, Reid, you'll go to the crime scene and examine the house for any abnormalities that might indicate motive," he said, and you looked at each other with disgust in your eyes. Hotch cleared his throat and gave you a look that said, "Get your act together or I'll send you home."

On the way to the scene, the radio was playing and you hummed the tune contentedly. You almost forgot who you were in the car with if Spencer hadn't suddenly turned off the radio. You made an annoyed noise.

"I wanted to hear that."

"I know," Spencer grinned, glancing at you briefly before looking out the window again. "And that's why I turned it off."

Sometimes you could strangle him.

The house was pretty run down from the outside. Spencer and you looked at each other. "If I had to hide your body somewhere, it would be right here," you grinned, walking toward the front door.

"I won't give you the satisfaction of killing me," he said, his mouth twisting into a crooked smile. "My death should have meaning. I'm not going to let someone like you kill me over that."

The interior of the house was in complete contrast to the exterior. Every room was cleaned and tidy, there was not a speck of dust anywhere, and the way magazines, pictures, and other decorations had been laid down indicated -.

"OCD," Spencer noted. "Look, Y/N. The magazines all have the same number of pages, the picture frames on the windowsill are all the same distance apart, and -" , he opened a cabinet in the kitchen, "the handles on the cups all point in the same direction."

"So the person has damage like yours," you said, surveying the pictures in the hallway. Luckily there were only two of you, or you would have had to stifle the comment.

"Ha. Ha. I don't have OCD."

"You still have some damage. Forensics said traces of bleach were found throughout the house," you added to his insight, walking down the hall. "The unsub cleaned and left everything like this."

"And how would you know that?" asked Spencer, who had followed you. In the ceiling in the hallway was the hatch that led you to the attic.

"The pictures in the hallway are not of the victim. They're printed photos of people from the Internet. There is no connection." You climbed the ladder and what awaited you there did not surprise you.  The attic was filled with junk. It seemed like everything had just been shoved in. But again, there was not a woolly mouse to be seen.

"Apparently, the unsub places a lot of importance on maintaining the appearance of orderly, clean living."

You nodded at him and pulled your phone out of your back pocket. "Garcia, please search for wealthy families where children have been hospitalized with broken bones, hematomas or other injuries," you said, and Spencer snatched the phone from your hand. Annoyed, you looked at him.

"Equate that to sports injuries again, please. Thank you," he asked her before hanging up and tossing you the phone.

"Sports injuries?" you asked him, and he nodded.

"No parents would take their child to the hospital with injuries like that without an explanation. Sports injury is a good way to disguise something like that," he explained and you left the loft. When you got back into the car, you looked at him.

"If you snatch that phone out of my hand again, you'll be the next one with a slit throat," you smiled sweetly at him.

Spencer laughed out loud. "You grow a few more inches first, then maybe you can get to my throat."

Back at the precinct, the team profiled him and shared it with detectives. The plan was to lure him out of hiding and hope he would say or do something so you could arrest him.

"Bailey is targeting young couples in their twenties and thirties who are still in the early stages of their lives. They all moved in together a few days before they died. They were all very messy, which showed not only in their apartment, but also in their style of dress," Rossi explained.

"That's why two of our team will go undercover to draw him out," Hotch continued, giving Spencer and you a meaningful look. You knew what that meant. And you weren't in the mood for that. "Agent Y/L/N and Doctor Reid will be moving into a house on the outskirts of town, in the exact area where the last victim was found. Since he likes to return to the scene of his crime, he'll take notice."

"And then what do we do?" the sheriff asked, writing diligently.

"He'll show up a few days later and then we can go get him," Emily brought the conversation to a close and the group broke up. Hotch motioned Spencer and you to come with him to an adjoining room.

"I blindsided you with the proposal, and for that I'm sorry," he said, looking from Spencer to you, "but I'm afraid we have no choice. Tomorrow morning you'll move into the house and then it's only a matter of time before he comes. Just a few days. And until then, please try not to kill each other."

Spencer and you had been sitting together all night, working out a plan. Not only did you have to pretend to be a happy couple in front of others, you had to pretend behind closed doors. And that certainly wasn't going to be easy.

"Spencer, I'm only going to ask you this once," you began. "Are you okay with me touching you? Otherwise, we'll have to figure something else out. You can't flinch when I reach for your hand or give you a kiss on the cheek, even if I don't want to do that myself."

"I can handle that," he grinned. "As long as you promise not to snuggle up to me in your sleep. Because then I'll have to vomit."

Hotch was pretty happy with your plan and wished you good luck. He didn't want to bug the house because you still needed privacy, but the whole team was on speed dial. Besides, the others would take turns watching you. You weren't afraid, but knowing the others were always there calmed you down a bit.

The next morning, Spencer and you drove to your house. It looked a lot like the last victim's house. One story and an attic, the front yard hadn't been tended in ages. Spencer parked the car in the driveway and got out first so he could open the door for you like a gentleman.

"Are you ready for our new life?" he smiled, pulling you into his arms before you headed toward the door. His perfume was so strong it clouded your mind.

"With you, I'm ready for anything," you returned, placing your lips on his cheek.

Living with Spencer was more pleasant than you had imagined. You spent most of your time together in silence, Spencer with a book and you with music or magazines. You didn't avoid each other either, but spent every second together. Spencer always helped you cook and you helped him do laundry. You even went shopping together. There were little spats in between, but otherwise you got along fine.

You also noticed some things about Spencer that had completely escaped your attention until now. For example, he always had several books lying next to him when he read one. Which made sense if he finished one of them within ten minutes. Also, he would always mouth off a little when he was talking about something that was bothering him. And when he was talking about something he liked, he spoke with an incredible passion that was contagious.

What surprised you the most was sleeping next to each other. Since you also had to pretend to be overjoyed at home, you had also planned to share a bed. It was the most sensible and the easiest. Spencer's presence even calmed you down when you woke up in the middle of the night because you had a bad dream, and his regular breathing in the evening helped you fall asleep.

On the fourth night, a nightmare jolted you from sleep. You didn't remember what exactly you had dreamed, but you knew that you wouldn't fall asleep again so quickly. As quietly as you could, you got out of bed, not wanting to wake Spencer, and went to the kitchen. You flipped on the light over the stove, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. After a big gulp, you felt better, but still worried. Tired, you leaned against the counter and rubbed your hand over your face.

"Are you alright?" asked Spencer, entering the kitchen. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and boxers. Something you hadn't noticed before.

"I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry," you said honestly, putting the glass in the sink. Spencer just smiled, "I had a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, standing next to you, you shook your head. "Okay." He was about to head back toward the bedroom, but stopped in the doorway. Spencer looked at you and you smiled weakly. He approached you again and reached for your hand. Carefully he pulled you to him and put his free hand on your lower back to press you closer to him. You laid your head against his chest and could hear his heartbeat. Then Spencer slowly rocked back and forth.

No one said a word as you danced with each other in the kitchen in the middle of the night. You enjoyed each other's presence and warmth. Spencer put a finger under your chin and made you look at him. There was no hate or dislike in his eyes. There was a twinkle in them that confused you greatly. Gently, he placed his lips on your forehead before pulling away.

"Let's go back to sleep," he smiled, pulling you by the hand back into the bedroom. In bed, he reached his arms out to you so you could lay your head on his chest. There it was again, his heartbeat. But this time it was faster, steady, but faster. Spencer reached for your hand again and intertwined your fingers.  "Sleep well, Y/N," he was still whispering, but you were barely aware of it. You had never fallen asleep so quickly.

The next day, the two of you went for a walk in the evening. Spencer's hand in yours no longer felt strange, but very familiar. The whole relationship between you had changed fundamentally. There was no more bitching, no more evil glances, no more spiteful laughter. You wondered if it would stay that way when you left the house, or if you would go back to your old ways. Secretly, you hoped that you would remain friends when all this was over. Even though you had only been here a short time, you had actually grown fond of Spencer. You just hoped he felt the same way about you.

"Y/N," Spencer whispered when you reached your street.

"Huh?" You looked up at him and he smiled lovingly at you. You would never get enough of that look.

"Please look at me when I tell you this now. There's a man walking across the street, right at our level, with his hood pulled over his head," he continued to whisper and I tried not to let on. "He's been following us for two blocks. I think it's him."

I nodded. "We need to show him that we are to be his next victims," you stated. When you arrived at your house, Spencer pulled you even closer. You knew what was coming. You didn't resist, and not because it was part of your plan, but because you were waiting for it.

Spencer put his hands to your cheeks and leaned down to put his lips on yours. Your heart started racing, your knees went weak, and you felt dizzy. If Spencer hadn't been holding you, you would have slipped through his fingers. His lips were soft and warm and when you kissed him back, a grumble sounded from his chest. One of his hands moved to your butt, pressing your hips against his as he slid his tongue into your mouth. You felt hot and warm shivers ran down your spine. You tried not to think about the fact that you could feel his erection against your belly, but failed miserably.

With his other hand, Spencer reached for the key and opened the door without breaking away from you, then pushed you into the house where he could have pulled away from you, but he didn't. His kisses grew hungrier and greedier, his hands reaching under your butt so he could lift you up. Your legs knotted behind him. He carried you toward the bedroom and pressed you against the wall. You rubbed your hips against his and he moaned into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, sliding a hand under your shirt. His fingers danced over your bare skin and his touch burned into your skin. You wished this moment would never end.

"Cameron Bailey, put the knife down and raise your hands," Derek called out. Spencer and you jumped apart, completely confused and gasping for air, and saw the team standing in your bedroom. Derek took Bailey into custody and led him away. How had you not noticed that he had come into the house?

"Are you all right?" asked Emily, but you could only nod. What would have happened if Bailey hadn't broken in? How far would Spencer and you have gone?

It wasn't long before the team was back on the plane. Spencer sat alone at one end of the plane and you at the other. You hadn't had time to talk about what had happened, because after Bailey was arrested, you had packed your things and gone to the airport with the others. But what did you want to talk about? About the kiss? About the touch? About your friendship, if you could call it that? Never in your life had you been so uncertain as at that moment.

Spencer probably didn't want anything more to do with you, and you tried to tell yourself that you were okay with that. You tried to adjust to things going back to the way they were. It scared you that deep down you cared. You had hated Spencer for years and just a few days with him had completely turned your feelings upside down. And that bothered you the most.

"I could use a beer right now," Derek said when you arrived at Quantico. "Anyone coming?"

"I'm going home," you replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "My shower is waiting for me and my bed is calling for me too."

"Same here," Spencer gave and together you walked to the elevator while the others talked about where to go to celebrate. The silence between Spencer and you was unbearable, both outside the elevator and inside. You wanted to say something, but couldn't manage more than a guarded smile, which he kindly returned. At least no more bitching.

"Good night, Y/N," he said goodbye and left without turning around once more. You took a deep breath and headed home as well.

Once home, you dropped your bag on the floor and tried to wash off Spencer's touch in the shower. You brushed your teeth to scrub his taste from your tongue, but nothing could chase away the thoughts that haunted your mind. You put on fresh panties and an oversized shirt, which ended just below your butt. You were on your way to the couch when there was a knock on your door.

Without hesitation you opened the door and your heart stopped. Spencer stood in front of you, hands buried in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. "Hi."

"Hey," you said softly, and you didn't realize until then that you were standing in front of him half-naked. Embarrassed, you pulled the hem of your shirt down further. He glanced briefly at your hands and blushed before looking you in the eye again.

"I know this probably sounds stupid, but I don't know if I'll be able to sleep alone tonight. I've gotten used to sleeping next to you and after today, I don't think either of us should spend the night alone," he babbled, entering your apartment without prompting. You shut the door behind him. "Besides, there's something I wanted to do." Carefully he put his bag on the kitchen counter and came towards you with long steps.

It was not five seconds before he pressed his mouth on yours and a sigh came out of your mouth. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, so greedily they moved over your body, while yours got caught in his hair. When his fingers grazed your bare skin on your legs, you slumped against him.

"I didn't want to let you go home alone," he whispered between kisses, looking deep into your eyes. "I didn't want to sit so far away from you on the plane either, and when I got home, all I wanted was to be with you." His tongue dominated yours as his hands slid under your shirt. Your skin burned like fire where he touched you. "Tell me to stop, Y/N. Please tell me to stop and leave. Because if you don't do it now, I'll stay forever."

You went to kiss him, but he broke away from you and grabbed your chin with one hand, making you look at him. He was expecting a response. "Stay, Spencer. Stay forever and I'm yours."

That's all the confirmation he needed. His hands were on your hips again, but moved further down to briefly stroke your ass before leaning down and grabbing the back of your thighs. Without effort, he lifted you up and his lips assaulted your neck, and as he sucked on the soft spot where your jaw met your neck, all you could do was whimper his name.

Spencer carried you into your bedroom with ease, his mouth never leaving your heated skin. The warmth in your body grew with each kiss as he gently laid you on the bed.  You pushed yourself to the head of the bed, allowing your head to rest on the soft pillow as Spencers hovered over you to kiss your neck.

His lips moved to your collarbone, his hands slid under your shirt and you arched up to meet him so he could easily pull it off. Hastily you reached for his shirt and undid the buttons to rip it from his torso. His weight was heavy on you and his hot skin almost burned you with every further touch. Without a word, you unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off his long legs. For a brief moment you looked at each other. In that look were all the apologies you wanted to say, but that was no longer important. What was important was the man in front of you, the man you had fallen head over heels in love with in just a few days.

You put your hands on Spencer's back and felt the muscles dancing under your fingers. You took a quick glance at his black boxer briefs, which already seemed a little too tight for him.

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned as he glanced down your body. His hands were on your breasts and he rolled your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Again, you arched up to meet him.

"Spencer," you moaned, "no teasing. Please," you begged, closing your eyes to feel his touch more intensely. When you opened your eyes again, you could see a crooked grin on his face. He was enjoying your begging. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your panties and you could hear him ripping them. Cool air met your hot core and Spencer's boxers landed on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You had to swallow. He was long and surprisingly thick and you wondered if he would fit. Spencer looked at you silently with raised eyebrows.

"I'm on the pill," you explained, grabbing his shaft with your hand and running your thumb over the tip to smear the pre-cum, making him moan with pleasure. You pumped him two times before Spencer grabbed your wrist.

"I won't last long if you keep this up, love," he rasped, guiding his pulsing erection to your wet entrance. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him so close to you that there wasn't an inch between you. He looked at you one more time, searching for something in your face, but you just smiled at him, drunk with love. And then he glided home.

His cock was stretching you like no man before did and it almost hurt, but with the pain came the pleasure. Spencer rested his forehead on yours and his breath was hot on your skin. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You leaned into his gentle touch.

"Move, please, Spence," you purred, and that was all he needed. He withdrew almost completely from you before thrusting into you again. He quickly found a steady pace and his length stroked all the right places. The heat between your thighs spiraled in your belly and you dug your nails into Spencer's back.

"Spencer, fuck," you breathed and he grinned before pressing his lips to your throat and gently biting your collarbone. Before you knew it, he was sliding his hand between your bodies and rubbing furiously over your clit and it was all getting too much for you.

Your nails raked across his skin and certainly left a few marks on as you climaxed and your vision went black.You spasmed around his cock and felt it twitch inside you.  Spencer moaned a mixture of swear words and your name as he coated your walls with his cum, his fingers digging into your hips and probably bruising them.

He placed his lips on yours one last time before carefully pulling out of you and disappearing into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. "Careful, love," he says softly, running it along between your legs to wipe your mingled cum. When he touched your sensitive clit, you flinched involuntarily. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom before lying back down with you. He pulled you to him and kissed your forehead. "Can I tell you something?" he breathed, you looked up at him quite exhausted.

"Of course."

He smiled lovingly. "I've fallen head over heels in love with you in the last few days," he confessed and your heart stopped. "The moment you laid your head on my chest in bed. You turned my whole world upside down and I can't imagine spending a single day without you anymore."

"You don't have to," you replied, putting your hand to the back of his head so you could pull him down to you. Gently you placed your lips on his and you felt his cock twitch against your belly. That's how strong your effect on him was. "I love you, Spencer."

In one fluid motion, he rolled onto you and pressed his mouth onto yours. This kiss was like the one in the house, angry, hungry and greedy. His hand slid between your legs and his fingers gently circled your clit. Your legs twitched and he pushed further down so he was eye level with your cunt. Gently he slid two fingers inside you and you moaned loudly. "I love you, Y/N. Don’t you dare forget it, when I make you scream and cum around my tounge.“ He licked long stripe from your entrance to your clit and gently sucking on it. Your body shook under his tounge and touch, as he slipped to fingers into your dripping cunt again. „Are you ready for round two?"

[soobasaur]

are you mine?

— a lee minho au

genre: enemies to lovers minho x gender neutral!reader

a/n: this is for my bestie who has been in a minho obsession lately and needs more content, you know who you are :]

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you and minho didnt exactly,,,get along very well for a while

the only reason you both even knew each other was two of your best friends were dating and merged ur friend groups

(thanks a lot binsung 〴⋋_⋌〵)

you wouldnt go as far as to say you hated him

but you liked to pretend you did

you just barely saw him around so why not just mke him your mortal enemy??

it was easier to hate him then admit he was decent company!!

you had a reputation to uphold!!!!

and apparently he did too because he never really disagreed,,,,

you guys just ever had a chance to get off on the right foot and really talk

mutual disagreement <33

the thing is, the both of you were never left alone together

like ever

until that one time yall were abandoned (-д-；)

you and ur friend groups planned a hang out but everyone ended up cancelling last minute with no excuse

it was just you two who didnt get the memo and ended up alone

now that you think about it,,,that sounds like smth ur friends would do on purpose

(again, fuck u binsung!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ )

so just picture this,,,you and minho both showing up to an arcade and sitting in silence for an hour before getting a text that everyone cancelled

your immediate thought was to go home bc why would minho want to hang out with you???

but after the both of you read the text in the groupchat he got up and made his way inside, holding the door open and quirking his eyebrow up at you

“well, are you coming or not? I wanna try the new vr game.”

and you were just like \\(⊙︿⊙)// ???

he? wants?? to hang out??? with just you????

but u ended up following him in and he paid for your guy’s tickets ≧◡≦

“just buy me lunch after and we’re even”

lunch??? now this mf wants to get lunch together?!$%

you learned one thing about minho that day

he was,,,competitive,,VERY competitive

like what demon possessed him kind of competitive

whenever he won he would flash you a smirk and skip to the next game as he dragged his row of tickets along

it INFURIATED U!!!

ur pride was in shambles

so you unleashed everything after that and won a good amount of games ;)

u had been eyeing a cute cat plush the entire time but u didnt have enough tickets at the end :((

o(╥﹏╥)o damn it capitalism u just wanted a plushie

you didnt rlly want anything else so you gave your tickets to minho and waited to the side for him to get his prize

he came out with tHE SAME PLUSHIE YOU HAD BEEN EYEING \\( ಠ_ಠ)//

but before you could sulk about it he handed it to you and started to make his way to the exit Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

and during lunch this bitch ended up paying even after saying you should (｀ε´)

\(▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)// \\(▰˘◡˘▰)//

After that...hang out if you will,,u started to notice minho everywhere

LIKE E V E R Y W H E R E

why was this bitch all over your college campus?

you never noticed minho was in ur class for the longest time jsskkfk

like all of a sudden u just spotted him out of the corner of ur eye and were like o h

once he noticed you too there was no going back

say good bye to paying attention in class

(as if you ever did anyways)

he started to inch closer to you during class

he even started sending you notes

ಠ▃ಠ and u were so paranoid the professor would catch you

but this bitch was slick so u were fine

ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ

he was the type of guy to throw little crumpled sticky notes at you whenever he wanted to say something during class

they’d be covered with doodles of cats and his scribbly messy handwriting + little hearts

it was usually just some dumb thought he had or a crude drawing of the professor (. ﾟーﾟ)

other than those few notes you guys never really talked outside ur friend group

there was one incident late at night tho

you had a big project coming up and it was 2am and you were...2 sentences in T_T

you deserved a coffee break <3

so that was how you found under the awning of an all night coffee shop

except it wasn't all night and closed right after you got ur coffee!!

and now u were stuck under the awning!!

all you had was your measly hoodie that you stole from changbin and your now soggy cup of coffee as you waited for the rain to pass

you might as well of just stayed home since ur wasting all this time you could’ve been working on your project standing outside

were you gonna work on the project once you got home? no

but did the thought of wasted time still make you mad? yes

you slumped against the shop as you bitterly drank your coffee, crushing the cup between your hands

after a couple minutes you felt the rain above you stop

you look to your side to see,,,minho?!

this mf was holding an umbrella above your head

“here, take my umbrella.”

thats when you noticed the cafe uniform he had on

“you work here?” you asked, before taking the umbrella from his hand

“yeah, your observant ass didnt see me literally make your coffee,”

“oh whoops,,,i thought you hated me, why are you giving me our umbrella?”

“i do, but id rather you uh...not die in the cold looking like a dead rat.”

was it just you or were his cheeks dusted pink?

probably the cold

(y/n you dumb bitch-)

you both walk back to your dorms after that

and he insists you carry the umbrella

cus his poor arms are tired from making coffee all day :((

and maybe it's an excuse to be closer to you

since hes a bit taller he has to crouch and scoot closer to you in order to not get wet >_<

⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙

over the next few weeks your find urself at the cafe he works at more often

one time you got the hours wrong and he wasnt on shift :(

but when you got up to leave he walked in and spent the day helping you study instead of working

you went for the coffee!! not for him!! definitely not,,,

(¬‿¬)

“look, im only hanging out with you cus you get the employee discount.”

“sure, and not cus you enjoy my company-”

“i 100% despise your company.”

ok but u didnt

u actually /REALLY/ liked his company

like WTF

where has he been all ur life

ew that sounded too romantic

but like fr where was he hiding

(・ε・｀)

soon you both were joining binsung on their dates

but it wasn't a double date!!

it was just four friends hanging out and two happened to be a couple

and they liked to hang out at fancy restaurants and do couple like activities

totally normal!!

there was one incident where you were about to pay for your meal but minho placed his hand on top of yours and slid his card instead

“you can pay on the next date.”

NEXT? DATE??

excuse me sir what do u mean-

you ignored changbin and jisung’s snickers behind you the entire night

when minho walked you home you couldnt help but let urself blurt out

“was this a date?”

minho gave you an incredulous look

“...was it not??”

oh my god this is embarrassing

“OH MY GOD WAS IT NOT?!!”

you ignored how minho was now turning crimson red and panicking and tugged on his collar, pulling him down for a kiss

“it was...a date” you mumble, now shy at the close proximity between the two of you

“...im gonna kill jisung.” he muttered, pulling you in for a hug, “he told me this was a double date”

“that can be our next date, the murder of our best friends.”

“wow i am in love with you.”

＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／

minho and y/n murder besties!!

for legal reasons that is a joke

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thank you for reading !!