#Frat!Tom Aesthetic

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ANOTHΣR SHΦT

Fratboy!Tom Holland | Tom x Reader 

Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 

Chapter 3

There were many arguments that could be made for Friday being the best day of the week. Sure, many people still had classes. But the relief that came from leaving one’s last class for the week was damn near euphoric. Saturdays and Sundays were often filled with regrets from the night before, but Fridays were the fresh-faced beginning to the weekend filled with endless opportunities for the upcoming two days.

Your last class on Fridays got out at 3:40, which left you plenty of time to enjoy your afternoons before getting ready for whatever evening plans you had. Most weeks had a general idea whether it was going to be a sweatpants and Netflix kind of Friday, or a skinny jeans and shots kind of Friday by the time you were done with class. But this Friday, at 3:30 pm, you were faced with a dilemma. You still hadn’t made up your mind on if you were going to accept Tom’s invitation to Sink or Swim.

Your roommates had all encouraged you to go. Being in Sororities they’d all been to plenty of Fraternity events including Sig Ep’s. “Besides,” they assured you “if it goes poorly we’ll be there.”

But you couldn’t get over that initial recoil from the idea of going to a Sig Ep event. Let alone one taking place at the pool. It was an event perfectly curated to make you confront your biggest anxieties.

When class was finally dismissed, a flurry of zippers and people getting up sounded throughout the classroom as everyone rushed to leave. In contrast, you took your time putting your things away and using the opportunity to check your phone. You loved your friends, but being the only one not in a sorority meant that your newsfeed was plastered with Greek Life things anyways. Shirt swaps, events, fundraisers… It made you rationalize that you could never last in a sorority even if you wanted to just because you rarely posted on social media.

After scrolling for a few minutes you finally decided to leave the classroom and head back to your dorm. With most people having left in the initial rush, you were able to continue looking at your phone as you made your way out of the building. That is until you bumped into someone as you turned a corner.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry-“ You started saying before you realized just who you had run into.

“Fancy seeing you here, Y/N,” Tom smirked, running his hand through his hair to push a stray curl aside only for it to fall right back into place. “We seem to keep running into each other, it must be fate.”

“Or stalking,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Please, you’re the one who bumped into me,” he pointed out with a laugh.

“Yeah, and I said sorry. Can I get going?” You asked, trying to sidestep him only for him to match your movements.

“Am I going to see you tonight?” He asked, his tone becoming gentler. “Your names already on the list so you don’t have to worry about a ticket.”

“I still haven’t decided yet. I have some important things I need to take care of.”

“Such as?”

“Literally anything else,” you said, finally pushing past him.

“Come on, you don’t have to be like that,” Tom said, gently grabbing your wrist. “It’ll be fun. There’s snacks and movies and lounging in the pool.”

“I said I haven’t decided yet,” You said, pulling your arm from his grip. “Besides, if I do come, I’m not going in the pool.”

“Why not?” The boy asked, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

“Because I don’t want to,” You said pointedly.

“You know you’re very good at answering questions without actually answering them. Are you sure you’re not a Political Science major?” He chuckled. You simply rolled your eyes, finally walking away from him as he called out “Doors open at 8!”

He sure is trying hard just for a hookup. You thought as you headed back to your dorm.

-

By 8:12 you had already, begrudgingly, decided to go to Sink or Swim. Unfortunately, your roommates were taking their sweet time getting ready and you weren’t about to head over alone.

“Guys, the movie is supposed to start at 8:30,” You said, leaning heavily against the doorframe as you watched your roommates put the finishing touches on their makeup in the shared mirror.

“You didn’t even want to go, now you’re trying to rush us?” Amanda laughed.

“No, I’m just saying, we’re gonna miss the start of the movie,” You said, crossing your arms.

“Oh yeah, and you’re such a die-hard Titanic fan,” Shannon smirked before leaning forward to delicately apply her lipstick.

“Why are you guys even bothering to do your makeup? You’re going to be in a pool,” You pointed out.

“Gotta show everyone just how cute DZ’s can be,” Emily shrugged. She and Shannon had been in Delta Zeta’s pledge class the previous year and had been inseparable ever since. The two had opted to represent their sorority’s colors with matching pink and green bikinis. “Plus, waterproof makeup is a thing.”

“I paid forty dollars for this setting spray, it’d better keep my makeup on if I go swimming in lava,” Amanda said before spritzing a fine mist over her face.

“We’re so late…” You mumbled, tugging your jacket sleeves over your hands. While your roommates had found cute bikinis with nice cuts and patterns to wear, you’d opted for a more comfortable look. Jean shorts, a tank top, and your favorite hoodie. They’d tried to talk you into wearing a swimsuit, but you figured it’d be best to not even invite the idea that you’d maybe get in the pool. If anyone has an issue with it, screw them. You thought to yourself.

Finally, your roommates were content with their makeup and you all made your way to the school pool. When you walked through the gates, you saw the pool decked out like you’d never seen it before. Lights had been strung across the pool and cast a warm glow over the entire area. A giant inflatable screen was propped up on one end and was playing music videos. The pool itself was filled with inflatables ranging from simple inner tubes to several inflatable rafts. There was even a kiddie pool floating around.

Your group walking in drew the attention of Jacob, who immediately nudged Tom with his elbow.

“Dude, she’s here,” he said, nodding towards the front gate. When Tom saw you, the corner of his mouth quirked into a crooked smile.

“I’ll see you later,” he told Jacob. The two fist bumped before he walked over to you and your friends.

“You guys made it just in time, the movies about to start,” He said as you all got checked in.

“Told you we’d get here in time,” Shannon said, playfully bumping into you. “This one was all worried about missing the start of the movie.”

“Well, we’re glad you could make it,” Tom said, addressing the group but smiling at you. “Come on, I’ve got a small raft we can sit in.”

“I’m not going in the pool,” You said, shaking your head.

“You don’t have to go in the pool,” Tom said, somewhat confused. “We’ll just be sitting in the raft,”

“No, I’m not going in the water. Not even on top of it,” You said firmly. “I was planning on watching from the bleachers.”

“Oh, okay,” Tom said, looking over at the empty bleachers. “Well, that’s one way to guarantee us a good spot,” he smirked. As your roommates walked towards the pool, you could see them giving you a thumbs up behind Tom’s back and you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“You can go in your raft if you want to,” you said “I don’t want to ruin your fun at your own event.”

“Oh it’s fine, someone else can use it,” He shrugged. The two of you made your way over to the bleachers, walking up to the highest bench. Tom set his sweatshirt to the side and you both leaned your backs against the chain-link fence as the movie started projecting on the giant screen at the end of the pool, causing lots of cheers to emit from the crowd floating in it.

“I’m going to be honest, I was starting to think you were going to stand me up,” Tom chuckled.

“That’s impossible, standing you up would require me to agree to come in the first place,” you responded. “Besides, this isn’t a date.”

“It isn’t? You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright,” he dramatically sighed before laughing a little. “Well, regardless, I’m glad you could make it.” He said, looking at you. You met his gaze, taking a second to get a good look at him. The warm lights strung above you highlighted the hint of red in his otherwise brown hair and made his eyes appear pitch black as they looked at you. He wore a custom tank top for the event, on the back it said “Sink or Swim” and on the front, there was a small chest pocket with an anchor on it.

“My friends made me come,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s still nice that you’re here,” he smiled.

The two of you turned your attention to the screen, watching as Rose disembarked from the helicopter.

“So, if you weren’t here, what do you usually do on Friday nights?” Tom asked you after a few minutes.

“Oh, well…” You paused for a minute, messing with your hoodie sleeves. “Normally I either go out or work on homework. Nothing super exciting.”

“Where do you usually go out to? I don’t think I’ve seen you at any Sig Ep parties before.”

You shrugged in response. “I tag along wherever my friends want to go. All frat parties are the same to me. Loud, stuffy, with watered down booze.”

“Hey now, we aren’t all that bad,” Tom laughed, acting offended. “We have the best water to alcohol ratio compared to everyone else.”

“I’m sure,” you said with a small laugh, rolling your eyes.

“So your friends, I’ve seen a few of them around at events and stuff. Are you in a sorority with any of them?” He asked.

“No,” You said, shaking your head “I don’t mind going to their events or anything, but Greek Life is absolutely not my thing.”

“Why not?” Tom asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees so he could face you while you talked.

You simply shrugged, keeping your eyes on the screen. “A lot of the sororities here seem kinda superficial. Like, no one says it, but there isn’t a single DG who has less than 1,000 followers on Instagram. And besides,” your eyes swept over the pool, not able to pick out your friends in the mass of people but knowing they were there “I’ve got a solid group of friends already. I don’t see a point in paying to be in a group with people I might not get along with.”

“That’s understandable,” Tom nodded, looking you up and down. “It can be superficial sometimes, even in frats. But I’ve found it to be a lot of fun. Frats aren’t really a thing at universities in England, so it’s cool getting to experience this part of American culture while I’m here.”

“So why did you decide to come study in America?”

“Why not?” Tom shrugged with a laugh. “I dunno, I like traveling. Growing up in the UK made it easy to do, but I’d never been to America before. So when the time came to apply for colleges, I figured why not apply for a degree abroad?”

“So you just up and came to live in a foreign country all by yourself?”

“Not entirely. My mate Harrison also goes here. He’s practically family,” Tom smiled. “I mean, he’s technically my brother now. He’s also in Sig Ep.”

“That’s cool that you both got into the same school,” You said.

“It’s pretty lucky,” Tom nodded. “I’m very grateful to be here,” He said with a small smile as he looked at you.

After that, the two of you settled against the hard metal bleachers and watched the movie.

-

“So, who picked Titanic?” You asked after the movie ended. Lots of people still milled around the area, some people stayed in the pool and others were chatting or helping clean up. There were occasional shouts as people either fell into the pool while trying to get out of their inflatables or were thrown in by their friends. Many people were wrapped up in towels to keep warm after having been in the pool, and the atmosphere was bright and bubbly. Several groups were making plans to go out, as other fraternities were holding parties that evening and were bound to get an influx of people now that Sig Ep’s event was done.

You and Tom made your way down from the top of the bleachers to join the crowd of people still on the pool deck.

“Not sure honestly, but I know it came down to this or Sharknado.” He chuckled.

“Thank God you guys picked this then,” You said with a small laugh.

“Yeah, it would’ve been funny but I doubt this many people would’ve come.” He nodded. “Are you ever going to text me? Because I’ve got to help clean up now but I wanna keep talking sometime.”

“Maybe,” You said with a smirk. “Still haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Like you hadn’t made up your mind on whether or not to come tonight?” Tom asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” You nodded.

“Well in that case, how about I get your number so I can text you about more events for you to debate coming to?”

“Hmm,” you said, bringing your fingers to your chin thoughtfully “I guess so.” You said finally. Tom’s eyes lit up and he pulled out his phone so you could put your number in as a new contact.

“Thanks,” He smiled. “I’ll see you around then?”

“See you,” You nodded. With that, Tom headed off to help clean up.

You smiled watching him walk off before beginning to scan the area for your roommates. They’d mentioned possibly wanting to go out that evening after the event, but you had a lot of homework so you’d planned to stay in instead.

“You know this was a pool event, right?” A voice asked from behind you. You felt yourself freeze as you mentally kicked yourself for thinking you’d be able to actually enjoy an evening at a Sig Ep event without running into Daniel. “Why hang out in the bleachers with the limey?”

You chose to ignore him, hoping that by not acknowledging him he’d leave you alone.

“What, too good to talk to me now that you’ve got dick appointments with Holland?” He asked, standing up.

“It’s not like that,” you mumbled, regretting having not made a meetup plan with your roommates.

“I’m sorry what was that?” Daniel asked, walking towards you.

“Just fuck off an leave me alone,” You said, glaring at him.

“Come on, I’m just trying to encourage you to loosen up and have some fun,” Daniel sneered. “You’ve been such a stuck up bitch acting like you’re too good for sororities and shit. So relax. It’s a pool party, you’re bound to get wet.”

With that, Daniel laughed as he pushed your shoulders, causing you to pitch backward. You screamed as you tumbled into the deep end of the pool, immediately panicking and trying desperately to pull your head above water. You could feel your clothes growing heavy as the cold water saturated them, and you swore you could feel yourself being pulled further and further down. You frantically kicked your legs and waved your arms until your head finally broke the surface and you took a deep, pulling breath. As you struggled to keep your head above water, you felt someone wrap an arm around your chest and start pulling you through the water. Once you stopped thrashing around, you could hear Tom’s voice.

“Y/N, its okay! I’ve got you. It’s alright.”

Finally, you felt your feet touch the bottom of the pool and you stood up, rushing towards the steps and pulling yourself back onto solid ground. Your hoodie was heavy and felt as if it were pinning you to the ground, but you were just thankful to be on dry land. You could feel yourself trembling from both a mixture of shock and fear, and your shallow breaths neared hyperventilation status.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You heard Tom yell as he pulled himself out of the pool. You saw him make a beeline towards Daniel, who had walked off towards the snack table. There was more yelling, but you couldn’t focus on it. You knew you were physically safe, but you couldn’t bring your mind out of the pool. You could still feel the water enveloping you, unable to touch the bottom. Unable to see anything.

“Y/N?” You heard someone say. You looked up to see Tom crouching over you, water dripping from his soaking hair. “Y/N, darling, can you hear me? Are you hurt?”

“M’fine…” You mumbled, using all your strength to push yourself up into a sitting position.

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking you over carefully. “I’m so sorry, I know you didn’t want to get in the pool. Daniel’s going to pay for pulling that kind of shit.”

“I’m fine, just a little… freaked out.” You said, shivering. “I don’t do water. I don’t swim.”

“Fucking hell,” Tom mumbled before turning towards Harrison, who was standing nearby. “Can you grab my hoodie? I put it on the fence by the entrance.”

Harrison just nodded and went off to fetch it.

“Can you stand? We need to get you dried off.”

You nodded and shakily stood up, using Tom to help support you. The two of you went and found towels, and Harrison brought Tom his hoodie.

“Thanks for pulling me out,” You said softly as you wrung out your own jacket.

“Of course,” Tom said, keeping a careful eye on you. “Here, put this on. At least it’s dry,” He said, holding out his hoodie for you.

“You sure?”

Tom just nodded, and you slipped the hoodie on. It smelled strongly of Tom’s body spray and was much warmer than your sopping wet jacket.

“Thank you,” You said quietly.

“Let’s get you back to your dorm,” Tom said gently. You nodded and the two of you left the pool in silence, heading to your dorm across campus.

“I’m sorry your night had to end like that,” he said after a few minutes “I don’t get why Daniel’s got it out for you.”

“He’s an asshole,” You said simply. “But thanks for jumping in after me.”

“You keep getting put in danger, I’m going to have to keep saving you,” Tom chuckled. “Besides, I don’t mind an impromptu swim. It’s refreshing.”

“I can’t stand it,” You said, shaking your head.

“I could kinda tell. Can you not swim?” Tom asked.

“I used to swim,” you shrugged “Then there was an accident and I just… I can’t do water anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you said as you swiped into your building. Tom walked with you all the way to your dorm room, where the two of you paused in the empty hallway. “Thanks for letting me wear your hoodie,” you said, moving to take it off.

“You can keep it for the night,” Tom blurted out.

“Really?” You asked, confusion clearly showing on your face.

“Yeah, I don’t need it tonight. Besides, I don’t wanna keep it in my room when it smells like chlorine,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, but put your hands in the front pocket of the hoodie.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom smiled.

“I mean it. You… you kinda saved me, and I appreciate it.”

“Of course love, it’s no problem.”

The two of you looked at each other, and you swear you saw Tom’s eyes flit down towards your lips before he took a small breath and took a small step backward.

“Well, I should get going if I want to get a ride back to the house,” He said.

“Right. Have a good night then.”

“You too. Text me sometime, darling, I love our little chats,” He smirked as he walked off.

You shook your head and unlocked your dorm room, more confused than ever by this boy and his motivations.

AN: Thank you guys so much for your patience. Between having out of town friends visit, work, and writers block things have been super slow. But hopefully I’m able to pick up momentum again! 

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ANOTHΣR SHΦT

Fratboy!Tom Holland | Tom x Reader 

Chapters: | 1 | 2 |

Chapter 2

   You wouldn’t say that you liked Mondays, but there was something refreshing about the start of a new week. The mad dash to get all of your work done on Sunday night often meant you hit a slump in the afternoon, so to cope with the post-weekend crash you’d created a routine that involved getting a large coffee from the campus coffee cart and finding a nice grassy spot in the quad to settle onto and get a start on your readings for the week. It was small, but it was something that helped get you through the day and gave you something to look forward to. This particular Monday was sunny, but a cool breeze would occasionally blow through and gently tug at your hair as you made your way around campus. You walked towards your usual spot at the base of one of the many trees in the quad and settled yourself against its thick trunk. Across the quad, a group of people were kicking around a soccer ball.

You took a sip of your coffee and pulled out your textbook and notebook and started reading, jotting down important things from the chapter as you read. You’d had 30 minutes of uninterrupted reading time when someone suddenly plopped down beside you.

“Hello Y/N,” grinned Tom, a slight sheen of sweat covering the copious amount of skin he was showing in his muscle shirt. “You didn’t text me, I was worried about you,” he said, taking a pull from his water bottle. As he tilted his head up, you got a clear view of his tight jawline.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s kept you up at night,” you responded. “I thought you didn’t live on campus?”

“I don’t, I was just at the gym,” he said, pointing back at the large rec hall on campus. “I’d just finished when I saw you sitting here, figured I’d pop by and say hello.”

“Well, hello to you too,” You said simply, turning to look back at your book.

“What’re you reading?” He asked. You held up your book higher so he could read the cover, still staring intently at the paragraph you were reading. “Student’s Guide to Cognitive Neuroscience? Sounds hard.”

“Yeah, you really need to pay attention to what you’re reading to get it,” you respond pointedly.

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t honestly tell me you’d rather read that than speak to me,” Tom laughed.

“Yes, I am honestly telling you that,” you said, mimicking his accent. “I need to read this, we have our first midterm soon.”

“Alright, alright,” Tom said, throwing his hands up in defeat, “I’ll make this quick. Sig Ep’s hosting a fundraising event this weekend. We rented the pool for a night and are gonna put a bunch of inflatables in it and watch Titanic. Sound like something you’d be interested in?”

“So that’s why you came over,” you said, barely managing to refrain from rolling your eyes “You haven’t sold enough tickets yet and need a few more people to come or you’ll get fined. That’s how that works, right?”

“Sweetheart if you don’t think I could sell ten tickets then you don’t know me,” he smirked.

“I don’t know you,” you pointed out. “I met you like, two days ago.”

“Fair enough,” Tom laughed “let’s change that though. Don’t worry about buying a ticket, I’ll put your name on the list,” he said as he stood up and brushed the grass off his pants. “You have my number so if you’ve got any questions you can text me. Or call if you’d like to hear my voice more. I could give you tips for your impressions.”

“Wait I didn’t sa-“

“I’ll see you Friday!” He said before heading off, a smug smile plastered to his face.

-

“Why are boys such idiots?” You asked as you tossed your backpack at the foot of your bed. After your encounter with Tom, you couldn’t focus on your reading so you retreated back to your dorm.

“Because they’re boys,” Amanda said simply. She laid in her bed with her laptop on her chest, watching Criminal Minds on Netflix. “You can’t expect a lot out of them. What happened?”

“This guy, Tom, he’s trying to drag me to the Sig Ep event this weekend. But it’s at the pool and-“

“Wait, Tom as in Sig Ep Tom?” Amanda asked, looking over at you. “Tom “look at me I’ve got perfect hair and a British accent” Tom?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.” You said, suddenly uneasy. Did he have a reputation you hadn’t heard of? He was probably a serial dater. Going out with girls for a few weeks before leaving them for the next cutie in a crop top. He could be the type. “Why, is he-“

“Oh my God Tom Holland is trying to get you to go to Sink or Swim that’s fucking hilarious.” Amanda laughed before you could finish your question.

“It’s not funny!” You said exasperatedly “I talked to him for like, twenty minutes on Saturday and now he won’t leave me alone.”

“And you’re complaining? The guy’s gorgeous. And British!”

“He’s a Sig Ep, Amanda, you know I hate them. I only go to their parties because of you guys.”

“Honey, listen,” Amanda said, pausing her show and moving her laptop to the side so she could sit up and look you in the eye. “I’m not going to say you need to get over your dislike of Sig Eps. After what Daniel did it’s valid. But you need to make an exception for this guy.”

“Why should I? All he’s done is walk around like he’s the king of campus or something and try and flex his snarky attitude at me,” you say, rolling your eyes. “And I guess he called me an Uber on Saturday but that’s it.”

“Woah woah woah wait, Tom’s the guy from Saturday?” Amanda said, “Uh-uh, you don’t get to say he hasn’t done anything for you when he was literally willing to fight Daniel to defend you.”

“Oh my God, Amanda, he was not defending me!”

“He totally was!”

“Babes!” came a voice from your shared bathroom. You lived in a suite with 3 other girls, your two rooms split by a shared bathroom. You and Amanda were in one room, and Emily and Shannon were in the other. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom was Shannon, a patient smile on her face. “What’re you yelling about? I’m trying to study for my French quiz tomorrow.”

“Tom Holland was Y/N’s savior from Saturday!” Amanda blurted.

“No. Way,” Shannon said, a grin spreading over her face.

“Yeah, and he asked her to go to Sink or Swim!”

“What’d you say!” Shannon asked, taking a seat at your desk.

“I didn’t say anything, he didn’t ask me,” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose “Besides I thought it was just a movie screening. It’s not a couples thing or anything… is it?”

“I mean, no, it’s not a couples thing,” Amanda said, “But how many people do you really think these inflatables can fit?”

“I’m not going,” you said flatly “If there’s anything worse than being surrounded by Sig Eps, it’s being surrounded by Sig Eps in a pool.”

“You could sit in the bleachers. No need to get near the water,” Shannon offered.

“I’m not going,” you repeated, growing frustrated. Your roommates could see your growing tension and backed off. They began talking about their own plans for Sink or Swim before Shannon dismissed herself to go back to studying. Now that the seat was vacated, you sat at your desk and took out your textbook, struggling to pay attention to your reading.

-

“So, saw you talking to a girl today,” Harrison said, spreading some peanut butter on a slice of toast. “Who is she?”

“Just a girl I met at the party on Saturday,” Tom responded, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge. “I only spoke to her for like five minutes, are you stalking me or something?”

“I’m everywhere, mate, you should know this by now. What sorority she in?” Harrison asked.

“I don’t know. She’s friends with some Pi Phi’s apparently.” Tom said. He shook his protein shake and sat down at the frat house’s shared dining table.

Harrison walked over and leaned over the table on his elbows in front of Tom.

“Quit your bullshit, dickhead. Gimme more details,” he said as he took a bite of his toast without breaking eye contact.

“Are you two gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes again?” Jacob asked as he walked in on the scene.

“Tom’s fancying some girl and I wanna know more about her,” Harrison said.

“I don’t fancy her,” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re certainly making an effort with her,” Harrison said.

“Is it the girl from Saturday?” Jacob asked “Because she was cute,”

“Oh so you tell Jake about her but not me,” Harrison said, acting wounded.

“There’s nothing to tell! I’ve spoken to her like twice, it’s no big deal.”

“So you’re saying you haven’t stalked her Instagram yet?” Jacob asked.

“No, why would I?” Tom shrugged, downing the remainder of his protein shake.

“Because she might have swimsuit pictures on there,” Harrison said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Real mature,” Tom said, rolling his eyes. “I think she’s cute, alright? That’s all there is to that.”

“Is she coming to Sink or Swim?” Harrison asked.

“Hopefully. Bought her a ticket.” Tom shrugged again.

“You don’t usually invest in your hookups,” Jacob pointed out.

“It’s $5 that’s hardly an investment.”

“But it’s something,” Jacob countered.

“You guys are annoying, I’m going to my room.” Tom groaned, leaving the kitchen.

“Remember we have thin walls!” Harrison yelled after him.

Once he got to his room, Tom flopped on his bed and let out a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he still had a lot of homework to get done. Despite this he pulled out his phone and opened Instagram, typing in “Y/N”.

He smirked a little when he saw her profile picture and tapped it, his smirk vanishing when he saw your account was set to private. He was so used to people’s accounts being open and available, he checked to see if he didn’t accidentally try and view your finsta instead. But no, there was only the one private account under your name.

“Mysterious girl…” He mumbled, finally putting his phone down and heading over to his desk to do his work.

AN: I’m taking title suggestions for what to call this series! If you have any ideas you’d like to share I’d love to hear them ^^ 

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Frat boy + Tom Holland ( woc pairing kinda- I tried)

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Just Friends

sooooo... I know I've said I don't write smut, but I will write *barely* sfw stuff if I'm in the mood :)

College AU because that's my current aesthetic lol. Not explicit but defo spicier than what I normally write

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2078

Warnings: light language, alcohol consumption, implied (consensual) sex

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The music was loud with a deep bass, reverberating through your spine as you carried a half-drank solo cup of indiscriminate alcohol and red fruit punch.

"Tom. I'm not feeling it tonight," you basically yelled to your best friend, a proud member of the fraternity whose basement you were in. "This just doesn't hit like it used to."

You were both going into your senior year of college, having been friends ever since your freshman dorm rooms ended up right next to each others.

Now that you and your friends were all legal, going to the frathouse instead of a bar just seemed unnecessary. The only reason you were really there was because Tom and his best friend Harrison were officers and had to live in-house.

Tom had only had a couple beers within the past hour, trying to stay steady with you, though you weren't even experiencing a light buzz.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to lean down to your ear.

"Whadd'ya want to do then?" he asked.

"Can we just go back to my place? We've got some alcohol in the apartment," you answered. He nodded. "Let's go find Emily first, make sure she doesn't want a ride, too."

You both made your way around, finally seeing your roommate and Harrison making out in one corner of the room, one hand holding a red solo cup and the other cupping his face.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed her shoulder, pulling them apart.

"Heeeeyyy. What are you two up to?" she asked, turning around and pressing her back up against the blonde who then wrapped both arms around her stomach, resting a chin on her shoulder.

"We're gonna go drink at the apartment, " you called, trying to get her to hear over the music. "Do you want to go in the uber with us?"

She shook her head.

"Nah, I think I'll stay here if Haz is cool with it."

"You know I'm always cool with you staying over," he added, spinning her around.

"Okay, well then you two know the drill," you started, "if you even think about taking advantage of her I'll-"

"You'll cut my dick off," he finished, "yeah, yeah, I know. I would never, I swear."

Harrison put a hand over his heart for good measure.

Your stern look turned to a grin.

"Alright you two, stay safe and all that jazz. See you tomorrow."

You were waving bye when Emily called out behind you,

"Don't forget to use condoms!"

You blushed like mad, and Tom did, too.

You were just friends, after all. Only friends.

Both of you went through the rest of the house in silence, going outside to wait for your driver. You crossed your arms in frustration over your chest.

"I can't believe Emily would try to embarrass us like that! She knows we're just friends! Now that whole party thinks we left to hook up."

"Come on, y/n. The music was too loud. If anyone heard it was like two other people and they're freshman. Who cares what they think?"

You laughed at his response as he squeezed your side again, trying to get you to loosen up and smile again. You couldn't help but comply as the driver pulled up.

✧

Tom was hunched over looking through your fridge when you exited your bedroom, having already removed any makeup and changed into sweats.

He stood up when he heard you.

"What all do you want to- is that my shirt?"

You looked down, then shrugged.

"Huh. Guess so. You can have it back if you want it," you said, starting to pull up up over your sports bra when he stopped you.

"No, no. It's fine. Looks better on you anyways," he quipped, shutting the fridge door. You couldn't help but smile at that last comment as you pulled it back down. "Speaking of clothes of mine, do you still have my grey sweats?"

It wasn't long before he had changed as well, wearing the pants he'd left from the last time and one of your XL sweatshirts.

"Are you sure this sweatshirt isn't mine, too?" he asked, tugging on it.

"Since when do you wear oversized sweatshirts, Tom?"

He paused and looked up.

"Oh, right. Never. Thanks for washing these pants for me."

It wasn't a strange occurrence for Tom to spend the night at your apartment, usually to get out of the frat house every so often. He typically took the couch or your air mattress and kept some clothes in your closet.

He hit his hands together, then rubbed them.

"Now that we've got that out of the way. What shall we drink?"

You were originally just going to finish a bottle of wine as you watched "The Wedding Planner" together on the couch, but then Tom discovered the bottles of tequila and vodka in the freezer during the scene where Mary gets drunk.

"Come on, babe. We've gotta do at least one shot. It would be way more entertaining."

"I can't imagine that either of us needs to be drunk to find JLo and Matthew McConaughey entertaining, but fine," you replied, getting up to pull out the shot glasses from the cabinet.

"I shouldn't have told you to look for the ice cream," you lamented, causing him to laugh.

About 20 minutes after a shot each, you were both curled up on the couch together, the alcohol hitting as the story was beginning to wrap up.

You felt a little awkward watching the characters confess their love for each other as you were leaning on Tom's side, his arms caressing you.

But you were just friends, right?

Yeah, but your drunk brain couldn't ignore the flashing sign inside that seemed to scream "but you're also kinda into him!"

And it was right.

You'd had subtle feelings for him since probably sophomore year, after having playfully hated each other throughout freshman year.

You liked to blame that sentiment on the fact that your beds had been against the same wall and you could often hear each other doing just about everything.

"I just don't get how people weren't more mad at her going after an engaged man!" Tom said, snapping you from your thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. But I mean she did try to avoid him for a while, I guess," you replied, not quite slurring but your words coming out just a little but slow.

Tom switched on a random TV channel after credits started rolling and shifted a bit, still holding you tight.

"You doing okay?" he asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, I think I'm already coming down. You were kind of right, though. Drunk watching gave me a whole new perspective."

"Oh yeah? and what's that?"

You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, making you close your eyes sleepily.

"Hmm. I'm not actually sure."

He laughed at your response and then you both fell into a comfortable silence, both of you relishing in each other's warmth.

After a little bit, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and stretching.

"You good?" he asked again.

"Yep, just gonna run to the bathroom real quick."

You stood up, taking slow steps. Your thoughts were no longer clouded but your coordination wasn't quite there yet.

By the time you returned, Tom had gotten you some water glasses and returned to the couch. This time, you laid down so you could rest your head in his lap and look at your phone as he stroked your hair.

After a while of scrolling through social media and showing Tom the occasional picture, you closed the phone and set it on your chest.

You looked up and Tom and wondered aloud,

"What do you think Em and Haz are up to now?"

"Is that really a question? Smashing."

You snorted.

"Gosh those two don't know how to keep their hands off of each other. I can't believe it took them so long to figure out they were into each other. 'Just friends' my ass."

Tom gave an awkward chuckle of his own.

"Hey, that's our line."

You could feel the tension in that response, not sure how to respond as you continued to study Tom's face.

"We should probably start getting ready for bed," he suggested. "I can start blowing up the air mattress if you wanna go brush your teeth and stuff."

You had sat up but stopped him.

"Wait... will you... do you want to just sleep in my bed tonight?"

"What? Then where will you sleep? On the couch?"

You were a little stunned at his oblivious answer.

"I- what? No. I meant... do you want to share the bed with me? It's plenty big for two people."

He eyes widened.

"Oh... oh! Okay I get it now. Uh, sure. As long as you're sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."

"Tom, I mean it. I want you to," you plead.

You were eventually getting ready to crawl into bed when you faced Tom, sitting back against the mattress.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked once again, making you grin. You reached up and pulled him into a hug.

"I promise, Tom. I really do."

You both pulled away just enough for your faces to be in front of each other, not even an inch apart. Your heart was racing, tension higher than ever between you.

It felt like forever staring at each other. You weren't really sure who moved first but suddenly your lips were crashing into each other's with a fiery passion, hands roaming each other's bodies for the first time like you were starved for touch.

Somehow you had flipped and made it onto the bed, you on top of Tom as you rode his leg.

It wasn't long before shirts were removed, too, and bare skin was against bare skin.

"Mmm... Where... um... condom?" Tom asked between kisses, both of you breathing heavily.

You paused and sat up, straddled over his hips, thinking. It had been a while since you'd needed one of those.

You slid off of him and went to the bathroom, reaching deep into the back of the sink cabinet, thankful to find that the box wasn't expired. When you stood up, you almost laughed at the way your face was flushed and hair unruly.

When you returned, Tom was sitting up looking at you, brows raised.

"So we really doing this?" he asked. You couldn't help but smile, thankful for his respectful nature.

"I am if you are."

It didn't take long to fall back onto the bed again, eventually tiring yourselves out and falling asleep pressed against one another.

✧

You walked out of your bedroom, hair still wet from a shower, looking to make some coffee.

As the first mug brewed, Emily came through the door.

"Oh, hey!" she looked around. "Did Tom head back already? I must've missed him. I guess he slept on the couch since I don't see the air mattress anywhere."

You were unsure of how to answer, pausing as you leaned back against the counter.

Once you finally figured out something to say, you were interrupted by Tom opening the bedroom door. His own hair was also still wet, and he held your bedsheets in a clump in his arms.

"Hey y/n do you want me to stick these in with any clothes or- oh hey Emily," he said, not registering the situation as he passed by her to put the bundle in the washing machine.

Emily, on the other hand, was standing frozen in shock. She looked at you, pointing towards Tom, then back at you, a hand then reaching up to cover her mouth.

"Oh my... I- did you two..?" her fingers wiggled back and forth between you two. You couldn't help but blush. "Holy shit, you did!"

Tom turned and walked to you with a maniacal grin, standing in front you as he reached past your body to grab the filled coffee cup.

"It's definitely possible," he answered her, leaning down to press a kiss on top of one of the hickeys he'd left on your neck.

"Finally! 'Just friends' my ass," she said, unknowingly paralleling your own comment about her. She was about to open her mouth again when you cut her off this time.

"Yes, Em. We used condoms. Now tell me if I've got any dicks to cut off."

✧

A/N: byeeee I don't know how to feel about this. On the one hand I'm pretty proud of it but also this is nothing like how I am as a person or how I usually write so I'm definitely out of my comfort zone here haha

Hope you all enjoyed though! If you did please leave a like or reply or something! I have more one shots similar to this in mind if anyone wants more like it!

Thanks for reading!

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tag game

was tagged by @vogueriddle and @circleofplanets thx babes <3

nickname: dont rlly have one based on my name, tho my dad calls me grump

height: 5’11/6’

hogwarts house: ravenclaw, tho i feel like if i took the test rn itd say gryffindor lmao

last thing i googled: what is hazing in a fraternity (im not american and we dont have it in australia, so i was curious when i saw this frat fanfic. its rlly gross)

song stuckin my head: um im listening to unwind by cosom’s midnight, this band is elite

fictional charcter i projecy on: harry potter, i just wanna date seggsy murderers and go to hogwarts in the 1940s okay😫😫

favourite motif in media: light as a symbol for the truth :D i get so pumped when i see it bc idk the exploration of truth and the exposing of false pretenses/artifice is brilliant. also themes of sex and death (how they are intrinsically tied together)

dream job: trophy husband, if possible i would like to do nothing that contributes to society except spend my partner’s money thereby redistributing wealth

otp: merlin and arthur pendragon, also merlin and lancelot; harry potter and tom riddle, also harry potter and cedric diggory; nick and charlie from heartstopper; margaery tyrell and sansa stark

favourite song: stardew by purity ring, i maintain that its the one song i can listen to without hating it

favourite instrument: im gonna soung basic but i am so its okay the piano

aesthetic: like, a mccafe. but a boujie one

favourite author: i,,published or fanfic authors, bc none i cant for the life of me remember any i care enough abt

favourite animal sounds: all cat sounds

smth im rlly good at: um, i can memorise things pretty well? especially short term, i just repeat it to myself a few times and its stuck there until i forget why i need it. um, im a good cook too ig i can follow a recipe

random: :p

tagging: anyone icbf srry bout it

[screams-in-confused-teuton]

AJ Reviews Random Library Books

So, as the three of you that actually read all of my blog posts know, as of recently, I have been spending a lot of time at my local library studying. However, after I feel like I’ve done enough for the day, I refuse to use any free time I may have wisely.

A library is a beautiful place full of endless knowledge. While many look at it as the prototype to the internet, it’s more of a complementary system nowadays than anything else. If you have a good library, there is much you will be able to find in a library book that you can’t get online.

I don’t have a good library.

Alas, sometimes I still venture to the measly languages and linguistics section to see whatever I can find. And today, I will be taking you with me. Let’s crack into our first book.

On my way back to the table with this gem, I did encounter some odd looks. I believe many were confused why I, a teenage male with a greaser aesthetic would pick up such a book. Surely, I am the master of such slang as taught about. I am the CREATOR of such slang, am I not? While I am sure that is what those poor passersby must have been thinking, they make one major mistake. Even I, such a harbinger of the next generation, still have much to learn about modern American slang. Only Tom Dalzell, the editor of this book, can truly be considered a master of such an argot.

I do have to note, first off, that I’m not happy about the poor condition of the book. While this is not Dalzell’s fault, I’m afraid I will still have to dock points off for presentation.

I happen to open up the book to a random page to find this beautiful phrase. ”Four f’s.” What sheer power resonates within this. I can feel my fuckboy levels rising as the sheer girth of this word gestates into my idiolect. My pure chad form is being awoken as we speak, and I can feel every ounce of respect for women leave my body.

You’d think at this point, ”Fox” would just be listed as “an attractive person.”

I scour the book, wondering if such a page could top the enlightenment I just gained by the page prior. Part of me wonders if there is any more true knowledge I don’t possess in the hall of such a boom. I think of the proposed god above. Perhaps he organized this very moment for the sole reason of encountering the four f’s, so my ascendancy into both bro-ism and modern English slang could be complete. I thank him.

But no, that’s not all the heavens have left for us.

This is a forbidden tome of unlocked potential that has given me far more sheer frat power that I ever could have hoped for. From now on, instead of referring to me as something such as “AJ”, please refer to me by my new, awoken Chad name: Jay, Wielder Of The Four F’s. 9/10.

Now that I put that book up, it’s now time for Listen N Learn SPANISH With Your Favorite Movies.

At first, I was ecstatic to find this book. A book that promises AUDIO? This is revolutionary. It changes everything about what it means to be a book. I was ready to experience such cutting edge technology for myself.

However, I was swiftly disappointed.

This book does not have audio capability. I have no idea how it is LEGAL to advertise this book as if it does, if no copy has the technology. It is an absolute scam if so. I tried everything. I pressed every goddamn CD icon within this thing. None of them worked. I don’t know if the library copy is just broken after so many uses or what, but I am thoroughly devastated.

However, it did teach me how to say “Fish are friends, not food.” in Spanish, and for that, I have to give it some credit. 3/10.

Last, but not least, we have The Secret Language Of Birds.

I understand what this book is trying to do. It attempts to understand proto-bird and all of the fowl languages descended from it through the usage of understanding and interpreting bird folklore. It coveres the messages conveyed from many birds over the course of bird civilization, from devout Christian birds from to hardened birds of the north snow.

However, it lacks an in-depth look at much. I can learn from these pages that bird languages are non-verbal, and I can understand a few phrases that mean basic things, such as “danger”, “this way”, or “I am the antichrist.” The basics are covered. However, beyond that, I can’t say the book teaches you much.

Despite the promises, it’s hard to say that one can learn much about the grammar of any bird language, the evolution of any bird language, or any other deep detail. I suppose this could be considered a useful phrasebook, but it is a useful phrasebook spread out across various different bird cultures, which almost makes it obsolete, no?

I suppose it’s a novelty. A smorgasbord of avian sampling for those interested. And in that case, it works well. It can’t help but leave me wanting more regardless. It’s fair. 5/10.

I hope you enjoyed this very critical look at some of the books I have found relating to languages within my library. I am aware I have been harsh, but that’s what it takes in the academic field.

[All of these books are actually pretty neat. Please don’t take anything I said seriously.]

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT. AU) pt.3

03: To be tested

Summary: Going through a multitude of tests, Y/N’s allegiance is thoroughly questioned which leads to new surprises for two very mythical brothers.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst

Word count: 4320

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST  

Thank you for being in the story: @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara Howell, and @mutuallynotmutual as Alyssa!

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Voices, giggles, feet stompers. That’s what forced Y/N to groggily open her eyes and look to her clock. Sure, the sun is up and the birds are out on their branches singing, but when Y/N saw it was barely seven in the morning, she groaned while hiding her face in the pillow.

The chatter didn’t stop, slowly unnerving her until her hands formed fists and a rage burned within. She was definitely not a morning person and being woken up so early and inconsiderably had tipped her over into a screaming blur.

She screamed into her pillow, using her balled up fists to take her anger out on the mattress she enjoyed much better with her eyes closed. She screamed until her throat turned raw and scratchy as if she swallowed a handful of razor blades the night before. She had been up far too late as well, drowning herself in pain and endless what if’s, only fueling her sleep deprived fury.

But she couldn’t take it out on those around her. Not again. It’s how she lost all her previous friendships. She swore she’d be a good Kappa sister, not only to herself but her mother as well.

She made a promise and she had every intent to keep it.

Giving up on her slumber, Y/N rolls to her right side and turns to the window. She lets her legs dangle from the bed, keeping her head still on the pillow to collect herself. She had to put back the brave mask to bear today, knowing she can’t let people see the weakness she hides from the world. Sighing, she pushes off with her right elbow and sits up. Running a hand through her hair, she stands and makes her way to the bay window.

Looking out the window, she sees most pledges are gathered outside the house already, obviously keen on getting done with tasks of the day. While she’s not as excited, she’s determined. Y/N is determined to earn the spot she’s been given and prove everyone, herself included, that she’s right where she belongs.

Despite her will to be a good Kappa sister, she can’t help her wandering gaze as it sets on a particular window of the next door frat house. The window is open, giving her a clear view of a shirtless man sleeping on his stomach, hugging a pillow close to his chest. She squints, looking at his very thick and round ass peering under the sheet he chose to cover his body with, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. She knows it’s wrong, but she’d like nothing more than to touch the butt.

She giggles to herself, remembering watching Nemo as a kid and that “I WANNA TOUCH THE BUTT” scene, imagining herself as the curious fish just wanting to squish the big butt in her sight.

Lost in her little fantasy, Y/N shook her head slightly, reminding herself that would be against the rules and reeled herself in. She must not let the very attractive and probably charming twins derail her from all the plans she’s spent too long working on.

She pulls the curtain to change, not wanting to risk Grayson waking up and getting a free peep show. If anything, he’d at least have to pay for it and not necessarily in cash.

’Stop the sinful thoughts’, she mentally shakes herself up once more, putting on her clothes.

A pair of black jeans and a green hole sweater, the right sleeve slopping down her shoulder and revealing a bit of skin. She decides on lacing her green converse with pearly white shoelaces, to match not only her outfit but the house colors too - the aesthetic of it all to put her on the top. Letting her hair down, she puts her make up on - nothing too flashy, but enough to accentuate her eyes and give her lips a little protection from the oncoming autumn cold. A book bag for class over her shoulder and she’s prepared to take on the world.

Or so she thought.

Unlocking her door, Y/N walks down the stairs, finding the first floor flooded with sorority girls. All the girls lower their voices, looking at a very irritated Blair who approaches Y/N.

“You’re taking your sweet time this morning.” Blair folds her arms across her chest, cocking her head to the right as her eyes narrow.

“I didn’t realize we have anything scheduled for the morning.” Y/N replies calmly, trying to soothe her inner bitch and stop herself from saying things that would surely get her into trouble.

“If you stayed last night, you’d know.” Blair spat, looking Y/N up and down, thoroughly judging her outfit. She could feel the daggers Blair’s glare intended for her, but no matter how hard she tried…she just didn’t care.

“No one said it was mandatory.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, hearing a tiny gasp from the crowd that’s gathered around them. It didn’t seem like anyone had ever talked back to Queen Bitch and Y/N had to physically stop herself from openly rolling her eyes at the current head of their sorority.

“No one said it wasn’t.” Blair sneers, turning her back on Y/N, narrowly missing Y/N rolling her eyes at her for real this time. If she hadn’t, she would have blown an aneurysm.

“Before class, we will test your knowledge.” Blair walks out, everyone filing out after her, so Y/N follows too. She stands in the front yard with the rest of the pledges, waiting for instructions.

“You’ll each get a buzzer to hold in your right hand.” Sara approaches Y/N, handing her the buzzer and connecting a small wire to her left index finger. She smiles sweetly, hoping it reassures Y/N for the round and it does.

“The buzzer is connected to a source of electricity, so every wrong answer will quite literally shock you.” A series of surprised gasps and whispers spreads like wildfire around Y/N, but she just clicks her tongue, nodding to herself.

She wondered if hazing is a thing and she definitely considered this hazing. She’s not as surprised as the girls around her, rather annoyed. Queen Bitch is definitely a mad Targaryan…No doubt left in her mind about that.

“Silence!” Blair shouts, getting a few pissed off ’shut up’s’ from the sleepy frats next door.

Y/N chuckles at the vein popping on Blair’s forehead as she shouts a couple of insults their way, deciding the frat might not be so bad after all. Hell, she’d pay good money to see what happens when they actually do mess with Mrs. Uptight.

Y/N looks up, noticing Ethan being one of the vocal ones and he certainly noticed her too for his shouting immediately stopped and was replaced with a tiny wave and a nervous rub at the back of his neck.

Averting her eyes to Blair, Y/N can tell everyone noticed that wave was meant for her alone but she won’t comment on it. In fact, she’ll pretend it never happened.

That’s the sensible thing to do, she thought.

“You have to get two answers right in every category, meaning you get ONE chance of a slip up.” Blair explains, emphasizing the words unnecessarily in Y/N’s opinion. She wasn’t impressed by Blair at all, especially not her mean girl attitude.

She started her questions, kicking two girls out right off the bat. Not only did the poor girls get shocked twice, but also cut from the sorority.

It wasn’t pretty.

The rest did pretty well, a couple of them getting shocked in the process, but none of them got more than one wrong per category.

It was finally her turn. She didn’t feel nervous, nor intimidated at all. She felt ready.

Blair stuck her hand into the bin, drawing the first category.

“Harry Potter?” She frowned while Y/N smiled, knowing she’d be set for this category. If there’s anything in this world she knows everything about, it’s Harry Potter. She spent countless hours reading every book, watching every movie and all with her mother. It was one of the things they bonded over and that always helped settle disputes between the two - every fight ending with a movie marathon and late night giggles. Ignoring the ache of fond memories flowing through her, Y/N swallowed thickly and batted her eyelashes quickly to stop her eyes from watering.

“Ugh, fine. First question is: What age do the students of Hogwarts school of magic and witchcraft get their owl?”

“Eleven.” Y/N responds confidently, noticing a crowd of more than one sorority and frat gathered for the show. She didn’t have to look for the infamous twins, knowing they’re both watching her. It makes her sound insane or self-absorbed, but she could feel their eyes on her. She didn’t understand where their interest came from, but she knew she was on their radar. It felt oddly…exhilarating, but also terrifying. She stands to lose everything if she dares to pull on that thread.

“Second question: What was the last horcrux?”

“Harry Potter himself since a small part of Voldemort’s soul hid inside him on the night he killed his parents and tried to kill him too.” Y/N smirks, watching Blair’s face turning red. Revisiting her favorite fandom and making Blair fume? It’s better than winning the lottery.

“THIRD question: What is Voldemort’s real name?”

“Tom Marvolo Riddle.” Y/N replies confidently with Tom’s signature British - muggles disgust him - accent, the crowd cheering her on. She felt her heart leap inside her chest with the support, feeling self conscious of more than just her looks.

Their looks started to burn - like a lover’s touch. She had to physically remind herself to breathe and she mentally facepalmed at the sound of her own voice.

Blair drafted the second category, smirking in satisfaction.

“Second category: Greek mythology.” She sends a glare Y/N’s way, expecting her to fail. Little did she know that is one of Y/N’s guilty pleasures. She’s always loved history and myth, but she found herself invested in Greek mythology in particular - taking interest in certain gods and goddesses.

“First question: What was Apollo the god of?” The question didn’t throw Y/N off at all. She loved the legends and the thought of it all being real. With risk of sounding insane once more, she truly felt a connection to the myths. At times, she even dreamed of what she deemed Mount Olympus.

“Not only is he considered the epitome of beauty, but he is also a god of music, poetry, arts, oracles, archery, herds and flocks, diseases, healing, light, sun, knowledge and protection of young or youth, whichever way you prefer it.” Y/N hears a loud clap before she’s even done, attracting her attention to the hollering Grayson on the porch. His smile is wide, almost as bright as the sun and Y/N can’t help but wish she could see it up front. She’s only ever saw him from afar, never up close and no matter how hard she denies it, she’d like to change that.

“Second question: Which of the gods tried to negotiate with Hades on his release of Persephone?”

“That’s easy. It was Hermes, Persephone’s and Apollo’s brother. The god of trade, thieves, travelers, sports, athletes, border crossings, a messenger to the gods and a guide to the underworld. He worked side by side with Hades in the underworld.” Y/N’s eyes flicker to the frat house, seeing a very smiling Ethan whispering something in Grayson’s ear.

Not weird at all.

“Fine. Third question: Who was Chaos? Better yet, Hecate?”

“Chaos was the origin of everything and the very first thing that ever existed. It was a primordial void, which everything was created from including the universe and the Greek gods. It is believed Chaos was a female, but of course, we can’t know that for sure. As for Hecate, she was a goddess of witchcraft, magic, crossroads, ghosts, and necromancy. Many deemed her dark, connecting her to Hades but I believe it’s why they’d never work. She wanted to awaken those he had welcomed into the underworld. If anything, Hermes would be a more suitable choice.” Y/N lets out a deep breath, hoping it was enough to satisfy the harpy before her who was hoping she’d fail. She was probably praying it happens.

Blair nods, humphs and pulls out the last category.

“Kappa Delta. First question: When was the sorority founded?” Blair’s voice is void of snark, but filled with a sense of giving up. She’s aware no self-respecting Kappa pledge would ever fail a Kappa Delta quiz.

“October 23rd, 1897.” Y/N is quick with her response, awaiting the second question Blair delivers right after.

“Sorority flower?”

“White rose.” Y/N smiles, knowing she’s already passed this round.

“Our words?”

“Ta Kala Diokomen - Let us strive for that which is honorable, beautiful and highest”, Y/N decided to prance, using the Latin and English for the words she knows by heart. “You passed. Congratulations.” Blair fakes a smile, getting one in return. The difference is, Y/N’s fake smile is much more believable.

Y/N finally exhaled, feeling the tension dissipate as Sara took off the shocker from her finger.

“Congratulations. A step closer to being a sorority sister.” Sara is genuine, her kind eyes showing interest in friendship with Y/N even now, before she knew her truly. A small part of Y/N was afraid of it, letting anyone in would mean she’d have to talk about all the heaviness her heart has grown accustomed to. She’d have to share the burden and she wasn’t sure anyone would like the same weight on their shoulders.

“Thanks. I - uh, gotta run to class. I suppose we will be tested some more after?” She assumed, correctly considering the excited nod Sara gave her. Sighing, Y/N smiles and says her goodbyes, turns on her heel and sets off.

Plugging her earphones, she prepares to blast some music when a hand on her shoulder startles her into a scream. Unlucky for the person behind her, Y/N’s elbow flies backwards on reflex, digging into the person’s stomach.

She turns around, meeting a bent over frat whose groans alert her.

“I AM SO SORRY!” Her voice cracks, going too high too fast.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.” He apologizes, looking up and slowly straightening up. No words leaving her mouth, Y/N stares up at the dashing man before her and her heart physically aches with his beauty.

“Consider us even.” Y/N smiles softly, allowing herself this small crime of looking into his eyes, falling in love with the swirling brown and the green ring encasing it. She wanted to see him up close, but she never thought he’d take the very breath from her lungs when she did.

He’s inhuman, godly even.

“I really like the outfit. Green. Kind of my favorite color.” He smirks at Y/N, observing her flushed cheeks with a sense of pride. He loved knowing the effect he had on her, making his job of making her fall for him a lot easier than he originally thought.

She looked down on her outfit, as if she forgot what she wore in the first place but also to hide her blush from the overly-confident frat.

“I’m Grayson, by the way.” Outstretching his hand, Grayson awaits her own to take it, letting his hand remain in mid air longer than he’d ever done so before. No girl let him wait, certainly not as long as he did now and most definitely never had he ever been rejected before. But there she is, not even shaking his hand and it bruised his ego, no matter how hard he tried to act unbothered as he let it fall to his side.

“I’m gonna be late for class.” Y/N excuses herself, forcing her legs to move away from the man she wanted to explore and not abandon. Her entire body, every cell, every molecule ached for him and she couldn’t even understand why. Not when she knew he would fuck up her entire life.

“I’ll walk with you.” Grayson follows after, deciding to let the previous incident be forgotten. He smiled widely at her, noticing her frown deepen, but it didn’t put a damper on his cheer or the light that seemed to surround him.

Ethan felt different. He was like twilight, a little darker, romantic and enticing, incredibly magnetic.

Grayson is more like breaking dawn, fresh and open, alight and angelic, promising and charming.

Both of them felt like adventure, a dream of sorts. Trouble most of all.

“Sure.” Y/N mumbles, facing forward.

“So, uh…You really know your mythology.” Grayson speaks up, half complimenting her, half prying. One of the basic information he needed is who she’s descended from. Higher the rank, stronger the magic in her blood is. Stronger the magic, lesser his chances of deceit. And he couldn’t fuck this up. Not when she’s the last one, his final chance to go back to a home he could barely remember now. It’s been so long since he last saw what he so craves for. Too long.

“I guess. I’ve always felt a want, a need to know more and Greek mythology kind of called to me.” She admits sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t find her nerdy and annoying. Once she started to talk, she’d never stop and that would be counterproductive when it’s a guy she likes.

Likes? Get it together, Y/L/N!

“What’s your favorite one? Which of the gods do you feel most connected to?” Grayson continues, pushing her for valuable information as a smile etches onto her face and he knows he’s got her in a better mood than before. He knows she’d open up. Most often than not, every of the descendants felt the connection to their bloodline, knowing their names even if they didn’t read up on the gods before. Every one of them mentioned Hermes and Apollo, the third name usually being the information he was looking for.

“Oddly enough…the same ones I was asked about today. Mostly Chaos and Hecate.” She bit her lip nervously, glancing at Grayson who stopped in his spot and his lips parted.

One part of his brain screamed about wanting to be the one to bite her lip himself, the other one screamed about the possibility of the last descendant being a direct heir of the most powerful titan Chaos who had created all the gods and goddesses since the beginning of time. And Hecate…she must have been her last living root to Mount Olympus.

“Are you alright?” Y/N stopped too, turning to Grayson completely with a worried twinkle in her eye, mirroring the worry etched in every line of her pretty face.

Grayson knew he couldn’t let her see him freaking out, not out in the open. Not yet. He couldn’t tell her the truth without his brother, not so early on. He owed Hermes a fair playing field after all they’ve been through together. If he told her now, she’d either consider him a loon or do the unthinkable - believe him.

“Yes, I just remembered I forgot a book back at the house. I’ll see you around, pretty girl.” Turning on the charm, Grayson winked at her only to get an annoyed eye roll in return.

“Bye.” She turned away from him, giving him one of his tiny waves over her shoulder, walking fast in the opposite direction.

The classes seemed to drag on and Y/N’s mood dropped with the weather. She could hear the thunder rolling in with the dark clouds. Very ominous indeed. The rain certainly didn’t help. She stood at the door, knowing stepping a foot forward would result in her immediate drenching as the rain turned into a storm, hail occasionally joining in.

“Fuck my life.” She muttered under her breath, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. Tired and hungry and now she has to walk back in the rain. Not her best day.

“Need some help?” An umbrella snaps open above her head, an arm circling around her until it rests on her shoulder. Looking up, she finds the other twin, the twilight had embraced her.

“I may or may not be trapped here, yes.” Y/N admits, pressing her lips together and peering up at a smirking Ethan.

“Very damsel in distress of you.” He points out, raising a brow before tugging her closer to him. The thunder roars as they step into the rain, walking quickly back to their houses in each other’s embrace. It’s the last thing she thought would happen today, but she couldn’t find it in herself to regret the close proximity and company she decided to keep.

Getting closer, Y/N halted with a gasp.

“What the actual fuck?!” She groaned, noticing the pledges in front of the house with no rain gear whatsoever.

“Think you’re being tested again.” Ethan whispers in her ear and she rolls her eyes at him just as she did at his brother earlier.

The testing process should last a week, so why is this my second test in a single day?

“No shit, Sherlock. I gotta go. Mind giving me a head start?” She pleads silently, hoping Ethan wouldn’t mind and with a reassuring smile and a nudge on his behalf, she runs out into the blasting rain and joins her future sisters in the muddy lawn in front of the Kappa sorority.

“Nice of you to join us.” Blair whistles, adjusting her umbrella as she remains on the stairs and away from the mud. She can tell Y/N’s already riled up, ecstatic about her drowned rat look.

“Test two: team work!” Blair exclaims, the rest of the sisters clapping in the background much to Y/N’s disapproval.

If this isn’t hazing…You can get a pneumonia out here.

“Split into two groups, grab an end of the rope in front of you and…Pull.” Blair’s wicked smile unnerves Y/N, but she can’t let her win. Not today.

“Wanna be on my team?” She turns to a kind offer, finding Alyssa - the girl she met in her bedroom on the other end of that voice.

“You’re a pledge?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised for she believed Alyssa is already a sister and she didn’t even see her in the morning tests.

“Nah. Just gotta join in as a punishment for saying hi to one of the KDRs.” Alyssa’s eye roll and clear disgruntled opinion of the whole thing makes Y/N chuckle, nodding.

“Then, I’m all in.”

She grabs onto the rope, stepping up to be the first in the line. Making a loop around her hand with the rope, she sets a foot forward to prepare for the tug. She takes in a deep breath and pulls hard, with all she’s got. To her surprise, so does the rest of her group, ending in a very short, one tug sort of a victory as the other group falls face forward into the mud and screams.

“Oh my God.” Y/N chuckles, covering her mouth as she looks to the poor pledges that ended up covered in dirt and what not.

“High five champ!” Alyssa offers a hand which Y/N gladly grabs, fist bumping right after their high five.

“Those of you who carry mud for a face can leave. The rest will face their final challenge tonight. 8 PM at the bottom of the stairs. Don’t be late.” Blair looks to Y/N with the last warning, but for once, Y/N shrugs it off. Finding herself in a group hug, she lets herself feel the rain on her skin and the warmth of her sister pledges. She laughs loudly and without a filter, genuinely enjoying the moment as it is - messy, unexpected and certainly needed.

She can feel the look of probably every frat in the house, knowing they’re losing their minds over a group of girls in wet, tight, probably even see-through clothes hugging it out and dancing like lunatics on the front lawn. But she didn’t care.

For the first time in years, Y/N felt happy and at peace.

Washing the mud off her and getting dry clothes, Y/N put on a warm jumper and leggings with bunny slippers before going down the stairs…and just in time.

“Third test is the test of honor. If you pass this test, you will be welcomed into our sorority as a Kappa sister. But the test of honor is one many fail.” Blair smirks, glancing at Y/N with a devilish glint in her eyes. She definitely had it out for her, no doubt about it any longer which only made Y/N’s resolution stronger.

Clapping her palms together, a bell rung and the front door opened.

Every girl’s eyes widened, some of them salivating at the sight. Y/N on the other hand nearly had a heart attack once she spotted them both.

Ethan and Grayson, along with the rest of their frat, stood in nothing but their underwear - all of them flexing an incredibly good physique. Every muscle is defined, well rounded, strong and crawling with veins just under the surface. Most of them still wet from the rain only gave way for imagination and none of the thoughts were pure in the moment.

Blair cleared her throat, snapping her fingers for attention.

It didn’t work on Ethan or Grayson as they both set their sights on Y/N, eyeing her with their handsome smirks in place. Y/N? She just focused on her breathing and the tingling sensation in all the right places after what her eyes just witnessed.

“Each of you get a single frat to paint their bodies. Do that without hooking up and you’ll pass.” Blair states, turning her head to Y/N. “Except for you. You get two - twins come in a package deal.” Her eyes flickered between Y/N and the twins, making sure she knew what she’s in for.

Oh, shit…

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[kashnrs]

( herman tommeraas, cismale, he/him ) have you heard of KASH NAIR ? that TWENTY-TWO year old JUNIOR studying ECONOMICS? i hear they're CALM & OBNOXIOUS. maybe that’s why they got into LAMBDA KAPPA NU, but who knows. whenever i hear DAMSELFLY by LOYLE CARNER & TOM MISCH i think of them, but most people just say they’re the INDOLENT. maybe you’ll see them around !! + baseball + vice president of frat

— AESTHETIC

staring into space, cat naps, unmade sheets, incensed room, lingering cigarette scent, horror themed novels, old worn t-shirts, hot showers every night, mismatched socks, brewing tea, muffled screams, opened books, & making soup at two AM

— BIOGRAPHY

Nothing is really interesting about Kasper Ashley Nair, or better known as Kash, and he knows that. He’s born into a very well off family; his father’s side of the family is old money, his father holds a share in the conglomerate company, aside from that his father’s got his own business he built from scratch; meanwhile his mother’s a hard working real estate broker. Kash didn’t really bother to know how they fell in love, but the schist of it was his parents known each other since high-school and now have a family of six. Kash is the third child, they all thought he’d be the last one (he wasn’t).

His childhood was pretty okay, nothing sad, nothing scarring. His parents had always been there for school events, for PTAs, for times where he got called to the Principal’s office. There were no holidays that they weren’t complete. Kash just had it good, he supposed. He didn’t even really have a rivalry with his older siblings, because he doesn’t even have it in him to spite them about something.

Elementary, middle school, high school passed. If there was anything even slightly remarkable that he could talk about was that he was in the baseball team ever since he could remember. He wasn’t the MVP or anything, but he was good enough to have stayed the team. That’s the thing about him, he wasn’t bad and he wasn’t the best. He just is.

Although if Kash tried, if he really did, he could be best at something, but he really doesn’t want to. His mother finds it quit daunting for her son to be astoundingly aimless. Kash, despite being like this, knew that he had to do what he should do as told by his parents. After all he’s always the kid “who needs a little push”, honestly if his mother didn’t push him to do this and do that he probably wouldn’t even gotten in some good college.

Now, on his own without somebody pestering him about actually trying, surprisingly so he’s (barely) surviving.

It wasn’t something you’d expect from Kash, but for some reason he couldn’t quit playing baseball. Perhaps he’s an all american boy who loved the game. Having teammates in Lambda Kappa Nu, Kash then soon joined the frat, and again it was something you’d least expect from him, but his brothers actually kept him motivated (most of the time he’s still quite lazy), he even became the vice president of the house for some reason he couldn’t comprehend.

— PERSONALITY

He’s a bit of slack, but that doesn’t he’s a slack when it comes to interpersonal relationships. Kash is a good friend, if you need someone who’d tolerate the shit that you do and just go along with you, since he’s kind of too lazy to remind people ‘bro this shit’s gonna send you on fire’. He’s very protective, brother bear, kind of thing. It’s difficult for him to be stressed, he’s honestly the calm person you can go to, but that doesn’t mean he’s rational.

He can be quite obnoxious, honestly would fucking hit on you as a joke. He does this to boys a lot, especially ones who claim to be straight. It’s for fun, he explains. Honestly a walking meme. 

— WANTED

an ex of his from sophomore year: they dated during kash’s sophomore year for a couple of months or so, we could talk about the details for this.

a best friend: honestly want a bro for kash, if not a bro then a sis! come up at me with this one please, i love the brotps.

a ride or die: or most likely someone who drags kash’s out of his place to go do stupid shite, and kash just couldn’t say NO to them.

someone kash is protective of: kash is honestly a brother bear, okay, and he’s protective of this person and cares so much.

a list of friends w/ benefits: lmao self-explanatory, kash is a mess and sleeps around a lot, i mean he doesn’t seek it, when he gets propositioned he goes for it.

an enemy: they butted heads and just don’t get along.

i’m not good w/ this shit i’m more of like a chemistry kinda gal tbh but i’d really love to plot so come up at me in my IMs please!!!

— SIDENOTE

bro just come at me pls at discord cher#3078

[aglarelen]

The Frat Boy Lumberjack Universe

And without warning...Here’s Frat Boy Lumberjack!Chris Fic!!!

This is the first story from a universe inspired by @sfreeborn in this post, and thus, the Frat Boy Lumberjack Universe was born. I started with a small tiny idea, until my over active, wordy ass imagination got a hold of it and it has spawned multiple story ideas. Most of which, like this one, are inspired by “Desperado” by The Eagles. Hopefully, I’ll get to write them in some way or another, but until then, enjoy this offering. I hope y’all like it.

Comments are appreciated, but as  Erykah Badu said, “I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit.”

One Important Note: I did use a real Fraternity name, although the characterizations are fictional. It’s tough to research and create a fictitious fraternity, so I named it and based it on high school friends who joined and guys I knew in college from various houses. I mean no offense to any member of the real fraternity, past or present and get nothing from this but the comments of my readers. It was simply the easiest thing to do so that I wouldn’t get stuck in the research and never finish the story.   

Word Count: 3518 (This should be a warning in and of itself. 😄 I’m a wordy bitch at times.)

College/Frat Boy AU, fluffy stuff

Including: Frat Boy!Chris Evans x OFC, mention of Frat Boy!Sebastian Stan x 2nd OFC, btw Thomas “T” Easley amazingly looks just like Tom Hardy lol

In Three Quarter Time

“Don’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds boy, she’ll beat you if she’s able. You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.” - The Eagles “Desperado”

Elloree was in the mood for a beer, but not a frat party. Her roommate, and best friend, Daniella was dragging her out anyway. It was a stroke of luck that Elle had been assigned Dani as a roommate freshman year. The two young women got along well, becoming fast friends, although their tastes could be quite different. Dani was beautiful, a social butterfly with a romantic attention span to match. She flitted from one boy to the next, never promising anything to anyone, beyond tonight. Her weakness for frat boys drew them to the party that evening.

Dani’s current crush was a brother at Tau Kappa Epsilon, TKE. The Tekes were hosting and it was the only reason that Elle hadn’t refused to go outright. She was well acquainted with many of the guys. Their president, Tom, had adopted her as a little sister during the first football game her freshman year. A particularly angry fellow had taken offense at her penchant for jumping to her feet. The commotion attracted attention. He got indignant and disrespectful. The Tekes got aggravated and protective. She had been sitting with them ever since, the only female allowed, because she could be just as rowdy as they were. Two weeks later, T introduced her to a pledge named Chris.

They spent the rest of the game talking, flirting, and bonding over their shared love of football. The problem came later that night, in the form of a sorority girl named Bethany. Bethany was the very model of the negative sorority stereotypes with a sense of entitlement that entered the room before she did. A tall, thin brunette with a short skirt and long legs, she laid claim to Chris, on the idea that Sisters got dibs on pledges. Chris had been distracted by the fancy, shiny new toy in the room before Elle even arrived. She couldn’t blame him, Bethany made it too easy. She made it her mission to get and keep Chris, flaunting it in Elle’s face every chance she got.

The only bright spot was that Bethany was not allowed at football games. Brothers could sit with their girlfriends separately, but pledges were required to sit with the group as a bonding activity. This guaranteed Elle time with Chris and they became close friends. Fall slowly faded toward winter and the weather got colder. Like many of his brothers, he grew a beard, and it aged him. He went from a fresh faced boy to a super sexy man. She loved his aesthetic, equal parts ball caps and plaid shirts, keg parties and Carhartt, and called him “frat boy lumberjack.”

Elle was falling harder than ever, but the new look seemed to annoy Bethany. Elle noticed how Bethany’s perfectly made up face would screw into a look of disgust when Chris kissed her cheek. She continued to mention he should shave, despite his protests. Many times Elle would come in from class grumbling about how she had seen the couple at lunch, Chris fawning over her and Bethany nitpicking him. The only time Bethany seemed to really enjoy Chris was when they were drunk and all over each other.

When spring semester ended, she was glad. Heading home for the summer was just what she needed, family, friends and no Chris. Out of sight, out of mind, she thought. She was wrong. Soon she began to see him in the people she passed on the street, or the guys in the food court at the mall. His face invaded her dreams and it was driving her mad. By the time fall semester rolled around, she was done. Her feelings were drowned out by annoyance and she tried her best to avoid him. Most days it wasn’t too tough, but game days it became a chore.

The first home game, Elle returned to the fifty yard line seats with the Tekes. Although, she avoided Chris, sitting next to T, who had become like family. She tried to ignore him, but wondered why he was still sitting with the group. No longer a pledge, he was free to sit with Bethany. Elle was annoyed. Added to the smiles he flashed as he passed her on campus, it seemed that he was purposely trying to get under her skin. It was the reason she wasn’t in the mood to party, but tagged along for Dani’s sake. She was needed in order to make the appropriate introduction between Dani and the object of her affection.

Arriving at the party, Elle quickly scanned the crowd, and saw no sign of Chris or Bethany. Relief washed over her as she lead Dani through the familiar house to the kitchen. There she found Mack, the Gatekeeper and one third of the Musketeers, as she called Chris’ buddies. Knowing her well, he handed her a Stella with a wink and smiled. She returned the smile and tapped her bottle to his as she turned to Dani.

“So, have you caught sight of your prey,” she asked and took a swig of beer.

Dani was leaning on the counter, peering from the pass through into the crowd of revelers, “Not yet.”

Elle laughed, “Could you give me an idea of what he looks like?”

“Hot guy, blue eyes,” she said waving her hand as if this should be all Elle needed, “When I saw him he was wearing a TKE shirt.”

“You know who you just described,” Elle rolled her eyes and took another drink.

Dani turned suddenly, “Sorry, I couldn’t see his hair color. He had a cap on and disappeared into the science building before I could catch up.”

“Okay, just let me know if you see him,” she sighed, “or him.”

“I’ll warn you,” Dani smiled, knowing which him she was referring to.

“Elle,” the loud voice drew her attention. Tom was across the kitchen in two strides, wrapping her in his large arms, “I’m glad you came.” Releasing her, T stood between the two women and draped his arms gently over their shoulders, “What are we doing, ladies?”

Elle chuckled, “Looking for a man.”

“I thought you only had eyes for our boy,” T teased.

“For Dani,” she rolled her eyes, “She saw a hot guy the other day in a teke shirt. Wants me to introduce her.”

“There he is,” Dani exclaimed, “Grey shirt, black jeans.”

T saw him first and called out, “Seb,” motioning for the man to join them. The man’s face lit up when he saw Elle and quickly made his way through the crowd. T kissed each woman on the head, “Be good ladies,” and left the room.

The man in the grey shirt appeared in the doorway and greeted Elle, “Itty bitty.” She rolled her eyes at the nickname and chuckled.

“Sebastian,” she indicated the woman next to her, “This is my roommate Daniella.” Turning to Dani, she reversed the introduction, “Dani, Sebastian.” Dani extended her hand to shake Sebastian’s, but he took it and lifted it to his mouth for a kiss, without breaking eye contact.

Elle rolled her eyes again, “Okay, my work is done. I’ll be out in the swing.” Taking her beer, she walked out the back door and over to the swing. Sitting down on one end, she pushed slowly with her toes. She watched Dani and Seb through the kitchen window as they laughed. Knowing Dani’s ways, Elle hoped that Seb wouldn’t be mad at her. Last year Seb had dated a sorority girl for four months and Elle had seen how hard he’d taken the break up. He moped around for weeks. It was good to see him happy again, but how long would that last if Dani jumped to another guy tomorrow.

Elle’s eyes drifted up as she thought. Before she realized it, she was staring at Seb and Chris’s darkened window. He must be out with Bethany, she thought, grumbling. As long as they didn’t show up at the party, she’d be fine. Hoping for the best, she leaned back and looked up at the sky. The slow movement of the swing helped to relax her and her eyes closed as she drifted. She never even noticed the figure approaching from the house.

Chris made his way downstairs looking for a beer. He’d been in his room since the game ended trying to get some homework done, but all he could think about was Elle. He’d been looking forward to sitting with her at the game. He wanted to talk to her, to let her know that Bethany was gone. She wouldn’t be ruling his life anymore, keeping him away from Elle. But she had ignored him at the game, sitting with T, and not once looking his way. He had realized that he screwed up and was just looking to drown his sorrows when he entered the kitchen.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned to leave. Glancing out the window as he turned, he caught sight of her. She was sitting on the swing, head leaned back, eyes closed, drifting slowly back and forth. As he stood watching her, a hand came to rest on the back of his neck, squeezing slightly as words were spoken, “You break her heart and we’ll have words.” T was standing next to him, the grip on his neck just tight enough to emphasize his meaning.

Chris raised the bottle and spoke, “I think I’ve done enough already. It was pretty clear at the game that she wanted nothing to do with me,” his voice echoed the defeat he felt. His eyes never left Elle as he took a long pull from the bottle.

T’s hand moved to his brother’s shoulder, “People put up walls to protect themselves. Sometimes, they leave a window open.”

Chris turned his head, not quite looking at T and sighed, “I don’t want to hurt her. I just want her to be happy.”

T clapped Chris on the back, “Go tell her.”

Hesitantly, Chris walked out the door and across the small yard. Words swam through his head, but nothing seemed to work. Tired cliches and greeting card sentiments just weren’t going to do. He moved toward the swing, quitely coming to a stop a foot away, “Mind if I sit?” His voice was low, but she still gave a little start at the sound before gesturing her approval with a nod. Chris carefully took a seat, trying not to move the swing too much. Waiting, he let her move the swing as he matched the rhythm. They sat in silence for a long while, neither really knowing how to start.

“I deserved that,” he finally spoke softly, “at the game today. I don’t blame you. I did it to myself. I made a mistake. I made a lot of mistakes.” He was rambling. He knew it. She knew it. Her hand came to rest on his forearm and he calmed. When, after a few moments, it remained, he tentatively placed his on top. She made no move to pull away and he risked a quick glance in her direction. Her head bowed, she stared at their hands and he stared at her.

Chris wanted to move, to gather Elle in his arms and hold her tight. He desperately wanted to go back, back to the night they met and erase the past year. He wanted to push Bethany away and find Elle, to get back all the time they’d lost. He needed to tell her why he had been so weak that night, weak enough to fall for the illusion that Bethany presented. For the first time, the words fell into place in his head, and he just let them fall from his lips. “She’s gone. I ended it. I should have done it sooner. I don’t know if it was foolish pride or pity, but something just kept me hanging on.”

He ran his thumb over her skin, “It’s over now and I sure as hell don’t miss her. She was a poor substitute for what I really wanted.” Taking a deep breath, he continued, “What I saw in your eyes scared me. I wasn’t ready to stand up and be that man. Bethany just wanted a boy toy, so I let her take control and you paid the price. I let her hurt you. I hurt you.” Chris put his finger under Elle’s chin and lifted her face. His eyes met hers and he held her gaze, “That’s not going to happen again. I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”

Elle’s heart ached as she looked into his eyes, so sincere, and yet she knew what he meant about fear. She was afraid of what he might do later. He was right, men were weak when it came to creatures like Bethany, beautiful, confident, and bodies built for distraction. She cupped his cheek, “The best laid plans of mice...”

He finished the quote for her, “and men so often go astray. You don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” she began her voice thick with emotions she was trying to hold back, “I just understand all too well. There are two types of women, security blankets and ‘big boy’ toys. Security blankets make you feel better. They’re the old reliable, there to fix you up when you fall down and comfort you when the world hits back. They eventually get left behind as you grow out of them.” She dropped her hand playing with the hem of her shorts, “ ‘Big boy’ toys are the fancy ones you take out and show off, shower with attention, and raise your status. Bethany. Me, I’m a security blanket.”

“Your wrong,” he said, “I don’t want Bethany.”

She jumped in before he could continue,”Why not? She’s gorgeous, tall, thin, always perfectly put together in her heels and tight clothes.”

Chris laughed and shook his head, “She’s fake, all makeup and high maintenance. It’s all a front that she puts on for the world. It’s armor to hide the insecure, jealous, petty, ugly person she is inside. She likes pledges because they’re young and easy to fool. Once you figure out what she’s really like, it’s over.” He threw his head back and raised his hands to the night sky, “Why did I fall for her? I don’t even like all that shit.” He dropped his hands, slapping his thighs, “I like wet hair and sweatpants. I like sneakers and ponytails. I like you.” He let his head drop as he leaned forward, his forearms on his knees.

Elle thought for a moment about what he’d just said, then looping her arm through his, she leaned against his shoulder, “That’s funny, cause I like frat boy lumberjacks with hearts of gold. I like good morals, a guy who loves kids and desperately wants to be a dad.”

Turning, he kissed her forehead, “She didn’t know that.” He was quiet for a moment before he continued, “She never really listened to me. She always wanted to change the way I dressed and begged me to shave.”

She suddenly lifted her head, “Don’t you dare!” Reaching up, she ran her fingers along his jaw and the soft new growth from where he’d buzzed his head for the summer. “I want you just the way you are,” she smiled and pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his. It was soft and careful, as if she was unsure how he’d react, but she should have known. He had always treated her with the utmost care and respect. His hand moved to her cheek, the touch gentle and loving.

The kiss was so different. Bethany was hot and hungry or cold and emotionless. Kissing Elle was wonderful, warm, and meaningful. His fingers curled into her hair and he combed them through the soft waves as he pulled away to speak, “I’ve been waiting all summer for that.”

“Waiting all summer,” she asked, disbelieving, “You could have called.”

Chris chuckled, “Could’ve called? You ignored me at the game. Would you even have picked up?”

Elle scoffed, “Yeah.” He dropped his head and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Well, maybe,” she stumbled over the words when he grinned, “not on the first try.” She collapsed into his arms in a fit of giggles. Gasping for air as she tried to explain, “I, I was so, so done with Bethany and,” she took a deep breath, “and with you. I was just happy to be home.” Her voice lost some of its mirth as she continued, “I thought ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ but it ended up being ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ It made me angry that she could have you and I couldn’t,” she huffed.

He giggled as he squeezed her tight in his arms, “You were jealous.”

“Oh, I,” she began to protest, but admitted defeat, “was, so stupid.”

“Not stupid,” he shook his head, “I’d be insane if you were dating someone else.”

She balled his t-shirt in her fist and thumped his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Covering her hand with his, he sighed, “It’s over. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I hurt you, but it’s the past. I just want to be here, tonight, with you. And every night, for as long as you’ll have me.” He was getting emotional, and blinked away tears as he thought about the things that he had missed. His mind drifted to memories he wished he had, Christmas, snowball fights, lunches in the Campus Cafe, late nights in the library, Valentine’s Day.

He remembered the night of the spring formal with Bethany. He went because he was supposed to, not because he cared. Elle was playing ‘Call of Duty’ with Georgie and Mike, and didn’t know Chris was still there. She was in the kitchen when he came downstairs. Her breath caught when she saw him and she nearly dropped her beer. “You look good,” she said a tiny smile curling her lips, “but your tie’s crooked.” She put the bottle on the kitchen island and reached to straighten it. He didn’t protest just watched her face as she bit her lip. “There,” she said patting his chest with both hands, “Behave.” He had kept his promise, despite Bethany’s attempts otherwise.

His heart clenched at the memory, and an image formed in his mind, fueled by the Disney movies he secretly cherished. He waited as Elle descend the stairs, sparkling like a princess in the light. He imagined holding her in his arms as they twirled around the dancefloor. His mother was a dancer and she had taught her boys how to do it right. No lazy swaying in her household. Her boys were gentlemen, and Chris could waltz. The skills were wasted on Bethany, who spent her time taking selfies and getting plastered. He willed the memory to be replaced by the one he imagined.

He didn’t even realize what he was doing until Elle giggled, “What are you humming?”

He had been swaying ever so slightly to the beat, " ‘Moon River.’ ”

“You know ‘Moon River,’ ” she asked, a bit surprised.

He huffed, “There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Pushing to his feet, he pulled out his phone and began tapping. She glared at him wondering what could be so important on that phone that he would walk away. Suddenly, a melodic trill filled the air as the phone connected to the speakers in the yard. Now, she was really confused. Setting the phone on the patio table, he held out his hand, “May I?” Blushing furiously, she took his hand and let him pull her up. To her surprise, he assumed a perfect ballroom hold. Then, with a smirk he called out, “Hey, Siri. Play ‘Moon River’ by Henry Mancini.”

The song began and he lead her into a waltz. The look in her eyes was a mix of astonishment and pure joy. They danced without a care, as if there wasn’t a frat party going on only yards away. Chris wasn’t what she had expected him to be. He was more than your typical frat boy, more than your typical boy. He was surprising and she couldn’t wait to learn more of his secrets. “Well, Christopher,” she laughed, “what other talents are you hiding?”

He smiled, “In time, m’lady. In time,” and gave her a twirl. As the song ended, he pulled her close and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “This,” he said resting his forehead against hers, “is how it should feel.” They stood for a while enjoying the moment. Then he moved suddenly, leaning to the side, and hooked his arm behind her knees. She squealed as he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the swing. Sitting down, he rested her in his lap and began to slowly push the swing back and forth. She nuzzled into his neck as his arms tightened around her, agreeing that this was exactly how it should feel.

Tagging: @sfreeborn and @katiew1973

[solllaris]

r e t r o g r a d e — scout riley ; two of five

↳ april twenty-seventh × taurus × type four × graphic design major × hates republicans × astrology nerd × lover of crochet

❝ i like my girls just like i like my honey; sweet, a little selfish i like my women like i like my money; green, a little jealous 'cause i’m a beautiful wreck, a colorful mess, but i'm funny. ❞ — kehlani, honey

[ series masterlist — masterlist — retrograde moodboards ]

[teddy-taron]

name ur fave actor/actress + rank all their work

I’ll start with Taron Egerton

1. The Smoke: brilliant acting and a character I really relate to. Hope he takes on more dramatic roles in thr

2. Legend: minor role but Tom hardy is another fave of mine so how can I resist

3. Eddie the Eagle: partly because all his interviews for it are so fun w Hugh Jackman 

4. Kingsman: what started my obsession although tbh Kingsman 1 was better than 2

5. Testament of Youth: lovely story about feminism and war time and he looks so dapper in military garb

6. Sing: I love his voice acting and his singing! Just missed seeing his expressive face.

7. Then there’s all his theatre stuff and clips of him on Lewis that I’ve found on youtube.

+ ranking of stuff that I’m keen to see that isn’t out yet

8. Billionaire Boys Club: do I love the bts pics of him with longer hair? Yes. Do I love the whole cast? Yes. Do I want to watch it to fulfil all my frat boy/ fuckboi au’s. Yes.

9. Moominvalley TV series. Ok but how did I not get the news that he would be the main character for this? I’m so excited and happy for him that he gets to do more animated stuff because he always loved that.

10. Elton John biopic with Matthew Vaughn. Give me all the singing and all the R ratedness. Heck yes! 

11. Robin Hood. I’m slightly tentative because I don’t want this movie to be a subpar gritty remake of a fairytale like a lot of other attempts in this genre. Yes he looks swole af but something about his new short hair and the tan make me miss the boyishness he had in Kingman 1 hahah. Plus I like him better personally without too much lean but buff muscles, my aesthetic will always be him being well built but w a bit of chub heheh.

[springday-joon]

Moodboard Masterlist

 Some of these aged like old milk but l think some of them are still cute so feel free to peruse! Also I started doing BTS ones so if you have any requests or suggestions let me know :)

BTS

Jungkook + Green

Taehyung + Beige 

Marvel

Steve Rogers + Gryffindor

Peter Parker + Hufflepuff 

Peter Parker + Gryffindor 

Tom Holland

Tom Holland + Boxing

Tom Holland + Winter

Tom Holland + Frat boy 

Tom Holland + City Breaks

Tom Holland + Greaser

Tom Holland + Rainy days

Tom Holland + Kingsman

Tom Holland + Summer Holiday

Tom Holland + Royalty 

Tom Holland + Spy Aesthetic

Tom Holland + Autumn

Tom Holland + Sunsets moodboard

Tom,Sam,Harry and Haz + Roadtrip

[vloggerliam]

I love frat boy Liam but Liam in a suit just does something for me. Top 5 (or 10) Liam dressed in a suit looks! You know, for science 😉

Hiii,The disrespect, you bring up the holy Liam Payne in Suits discourse, whyyyyyyy? Liam in suits isn’t just about well fitted fancy pieces hugging his skin, nope. It’s an art form by itself. And idk if it’s just me but whenever I see Liam in suits my olfactory senses get triggered? Like, I bet he smells as sinfully sumptuous as he looks. (numbering signifies a semblance of order, not the ranking per se)1. I am Bolt Premiere, London (2016): All black is a combination he works extremely well. That black tie accentuates the sleekness of this whole look

2. Believe in Magic Cinderella Ball, London (2015): Sophisticated but also a great hue for the event? I don’t have words okay no words, Look at how good his shoulders look and again that black tie contrasts so well with the blue ugh

3. Robbie Williams Live in London (2013): Another all black but it’s so differently styled. This was such a polished look I am emotional

A close up because I’m a glutton for payne

4. Glamour UK Women of the Year Awards, London (2017): Before Milan Fashion Week, and okay I’m a sucker for refined suits and Armani specialises in them and Armani Liam, the dream combination. He looks like the heir to the biggest investment firm ready for the announcement of his takeover bye

5. Queen’s Leaders Ceremony at Buckingham Palace, London (2017): Iconic, Elegant, Intellectual debonair. I just. Full course meal.

6. Jimmy Fallon, NYC (2014): Exquisite, really. He looks so so so so so regal. I wish we got HQs I’m still bitter. Look at his posture

7. American Music Awards, LA (2015): Look, lbr, every AMA appearance by Liam deserve a separate appreciation post but this fine grey suit, pink pocket square matching his socks and the sexy burgundy Christian Louboutins, this spells illegally hot 

8. MITS Awards, UK (2015): Such an underrated look!!!!! I think this was a three piece suit and Liam honestly looked gorgeous

9. BRITs, London (2015): Remember when Liam served Justin Timberlake vibes? Look, I’ll tell you now, not many look this *pretty* when they get a new hairdo so quick, nope

10. Jay (bless her beautiful soul) and Dan’s wedding, Manchester (2014): I think this has probably one on the most dapper looks tbh. Aristocrat who is actually a Spy in disguise vibes

Special mentions because, obviously:Cannes (2016): The level of aesthetic in this look and this picture has transcended human perception

Ruth and Tom’s Wedding, Somerford Hall, UK (2016): Legit the entire family looked gorgeous. Nicola, Geoff, Karen, ofc the beautiful Ruth and I know people had doubts over this look but idk, he looked like the star of a period film, okay?

BRITs, London (2014): A very fancy outfit, so well fitted and he wore boots too like. Panache.

This got long but all’s fair for science :3(pictures credit to the owners, thanks!!)

[fantasyprojector-blog]

The Best of Greek Mythology

Zeus: King of the Furies

It is common knowledge that if a white van pulls up to a curb where children are playing and the person driving the van offers them candy, that the children should not take the candy. That they should in fact, run and call the police. So with this in mind, picture this: instead of a white van it’s a white bull that smells like flowers and instead of children it’s a group of beautiful maidens picking flowers or some other bull shit pastime like that. Of course these maidens aren't as smart as your average child nowadays and went to go see this Chanel smelling bull. Here is where the proverbial candy comes into play, the bull lowers himself in front of Europa, who was the sexiest of the maidens to which she then climbs onto his back only to find SURPRISE BITCH! It’s the fuck boi, king of the gods himself, Zeus. Who then galivants off into the sea with her on his back in a successful maiden-napping to his home base Crete. To pass the time on their journey Zeus tells Europea of all the strong, powerful, male children she will bear for him. Sounds like a great time.

Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus: The classic love triangle

We've all seen the horrible teen angst filled romantic movies with a shy, courageous, beautiful female lead and her two love interests: the bad boy McHottie pants and the nerdy best friend. Well this is the OG love triangle. Aphrodite was married off to Hephaestus (against her will might I add). It was a train wreck marriage: they both slept around and were producing demigod offsprings left and right. Even though Hephaestus was whipping his dick out every chance he got, he still expected Aphrodite to be faithful. So after he found out that she was playing “hide the spear” with the God of War everything went to shit. Instead of handling the situation like a mature adult, Hephaestus decided to wait until the two lovers were involved in an intense round of twister and then capture them in a unbreakable net. After the two were captured Hephaestus invited all of the other gods and goddess to come witness this shameful act however, much to Hephaestus’s dismay, only the male gods showed up so they could get some new images for their mental spank bank.

The battle for Athens

“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” What is more embarrassing than see your ex in public? Losing a contest for a city to them. As Shakespeare so nicely put it, losing a city to them in a contest. Athena and Poseidon had an ancient grudge: they used to date and then Poseidon couldn't keep it in his pants, so Athena cursed his baby mama and it was one colossal mess of epic proportions. Any way onto the actual story. After Athena and Poseidon called it quits, this snake dude, who was the mayor of a small town in Greece decided to hold a contest for patronage of his city. Athena and Poseidon rose to this challenge to prove their worth. Poseidon gave the city a river but instead of a freshwater river, he gave them a saltwater river. While Athena gave the city a big ass olive tree. The people chose Athena as the patron and named their city Athens. So Poseidon, in the spirit of good sportsmanship cursed Athens to forever have water shortages. The dickhead.

Apollo’s Sexuality Apollo had many many lovers as he was a freewheeling bisexual but two of his most famous love stories are that of Daphne and Hyacinthus. Daphne was river nymph, whose sexual orientation leaned towards asexual aromantic side of the spectrum. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of Apollo, who then continuously tried to get into her toga. One day when Apollo got to close Daphne said, “Fuck it, turn me into a tree,” and thus she became a laurel tree, much to Apollo’s chagrin. On the other side of the sexuality color wheel, there was Hyacinthus, who was the ultimate closeted, “no homo” frat boy bro, who was everything a bisexual Sun God could ask for. After their bromance turned into romance, Hyacinthus managed to catch the eye of an uber gay twink Wind God, he soon became jealous of the bro-romance between Hyacinthus and Apollo, so he cursed a frisbee to kill the frat boy bro. So the next time the lovers went to play frisbee golf it got bloody. Distraught by the death of his love, Apollo fully realized his kink for flora and fauna and turned Hyacinthus into a flower.

Artemis and the peeping tom

Nothing is more deadly than a woman scorned who knows magic and wields a bow and arrow. This is a PSA for any men who think it’s okay to watch women change, shower, or do anything in a violating way. Artemis was just enjoying a lovely outdoor bath surrounded by nymphs, when she was realized she was being watched by a Brock Turner like fucker. So, instead of getting all upset, she decided to turn him into a stag, to which she the proceeded to shoot full of arrows while her hunting dogs attacked him. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.

Taken: Staring Demeter, the Goddess of Agriculture (and One Pissed off Mother)

What would you do if your child was stolen from you? Obviously you would throw all other duties to the side and and try to find your lost child. This is essentially what happened to Demeter. Hades fell in love with Persephone and then he decided to kidnap her ass the way down to hell or the underworld, whatever. Demeter then went into full Liam Neeson mode trying to find her daughter. Eventually, after several explosions, a few torture sessions, and the death of many, many crops, Demeter finally found her daughter in hell. While the epic movie was happening above, the romcom of a century was happening below. Persephone actually ended up falling in love with Hades and soon became the best Queen hell has ever seen. Unfortunately, no one told Demeter, that so after Demeter and Hades had a Jason Bourne showdown the conflict was resolved. Persephone now splits her time between the mortal world and the world of the dead.

Gods Zeus: Remember that perverted relative that everyone has? That’s Zeus. He's the king of the gods, sky, and rape. He can’t keep it in his pants and he likes to keep it in the family.

Poseidon: Fuck boi to the max! He's the kind of guy that you just want to punch his teeth in. Not only is he a major douchebag, but he's also God of the Seas, so you know that he's the champion of the “hold my beer,” challenge that results in thousands of sailors deaths.

Hades: Think the weird, quiet scene kid, but with a hint of over dramatic death metal thrown into the mix. God of the underworld, dead, and riches, no wonder he still listens to MCR; he has an aesthetic to maintain.

Ares: He’s the jock that’ll fuck your girl, wreck your car, and destroy you in beer pong, not care or stop when he gets caught and he always seems to be getting into fights. He’s the guy that comes back to his old high school to cheer on the football team and then run down to the field to show them how it’s REALLY done. God of War, my dick is too big for this condom, the ladies (ugh gross), and Axe Body Spray.

Hephaestus: Remember all of the sexually repressed nerds in high school? The ones somehow grew up to be super successful but then turned around and became total ass hats with no respect for women? That is this guy right here. He currently holds the title for ugliest god ever, a title which he has held onto for a several millennia now. God of the forge, technology and general misogyny.

Apollo: The OG Dorian Gray. God of the Sun and flower crowns

Goddesses

Artemis: Ask her about her feminist agenda. Do it. I dare you to. Goddess of the Hunt, pussy power, and badassery.

Athena: She's the valedictorian, student council president, and she slaughters everyone in PE. Goddess of smart people and military victory.

Demeter: She is the mama bear that you don’t fuck with unless you want her to fuck with your allergies. She also knows how to have a good time because wine and will feed you when you come over.

Persephone: ‘But mmmmooooommmmmm, I love him,”. Think of the sweetest person you know and then give them pink throwing stars. Goddess of spring time and ima fuck you up and smile innocently while doing it.

Hera: Think crazy southern belle pageant mom, who forces religion onto her children and washes it down with sweet tea. Goddess of the home and picture perfect families.  

Aphrodite: Goddess of love, beauty, and all things sexy. This is the person you would come to for advice, because she knows her way around the bedroom and men's or people's hearts. I actually don’t know her sexuality.